Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 8

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: mutual masturbation and various very brief fantasies

Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf

Word Count: 2,731

Part 8

            There were Butter Beers for James, Fizzing Whizbees for Sirius, Ice Mice for Peter, and Chocolate Frogs for Remus. But everyone shared everything, all of it collected in the bucket in the center of the circle. What started as an innocent match of Wizard Chess was now, after several long hours, a serious grudge match and a matter of honor.

            At first, Remus had been glad for the entertainment. He had been so preoccupied with this challenge of Sirius’ that he’d almost forgotten to enjoy himself. There was plenty of studying to be done, but sometimes it was just nice to get together with his friends, step away from that, and have some innocent fun that didn’t include mischief.

            However, as the games wore on, Remus began feeling a bit impatient. He had promised himself that today would be the day he sat down with Sirius to discuss their situation. But the day had turned to evening and evening into night and he still hadn’t said anything. To his defense, he had tried a few times to get Sirius alone… but he hadn’t tried all that hard. It wasn’t exactly a discussion he was looking forward to.

            “Remus?”

            “Hmm?” Remus looked up from the board and at James.

            “It’s your move,” Peter pointed out.

            Remus saw that his pieces were standing on their squares, quite a few of them tapping their feet or pacing back and forth in two or three paces from one corner to the other. So much staring at the game board was making him forget which game he was playing and what his strategy was. Honestly, for the last few turns he’d just been moving pieces about just so it looked like he was paying attention. With a sigh, Remus scrubbed his palm over his forehead and searched for a move- any move- he could make.

            “You all right, Moony?” Sirius asked, leaning over. “You’re looking a bit peaky.”

            Remus debated for a moment, then decided to take the opening. “Actually, I’m not feeling so good. Could you… I mean, I’m going to head to bed, I think. Would you…” He glanced at the game and the half-devoured goodies. There were still a few chocolate frogs, but he would have to give them up for the cause and not look back.

            “Do you want me to help you upstairs?” Sirius finished. Remus nodded meekly. “Of course I will!” Sirius was already brushing off the candy wrappers and pushing off from the ground to stand. Apparently he didn’t think withholding sex also amounted to neglecting proper boyfriend duties. He offered Remus a hand and then wrapped a supportive arm around Remus’ middle. Remus bid James and Peter goodnight, and then let Sirius guide him up to their dormitory.

            “How terrible is the pain?” Sirius asked, closing the door behind and helping Remus over to bed. “Should I call for Madam Pomfrey?” His hand swept Remus’ hair back and caressed his forehead. “Or should I just get a cool compress?”

            Remus smiled sheepishly and tried to will his head into hurting in order to justify Sirius’ kindnesses. Apologetically, “Actually, Pads… I just wanted a few minutes alone with you tonight.”

            With a sigh, Sirius sat down on the edge of Remus’ bed. “I should have known. You haven’t been yourself for days. What is it?”

            “It’s this situation,” said Remus, sitting down beside him but angled so he was facing him. “I don’t think I can adhere to it.” Remus hadn’t been prepared for the look of intense disappointment on Sirius’ face following that declaration. He reached out for Sirius’ hand, finding it heavy, limp, unresponsive. “I tried, I really did.”

            “Is it that thing where you feel like it’s wrong to be touching yourself?” Sirius asked. “Because that really is such shite. There’s no reason to feel shame for making yourself feel good, I mean, assuming you’re not hurting anyone else in the process.” He leaned forward a little. “And as your boyfriend I promise that you’re not hurting me or anyone else.”

            Remus considered the words for a moment. They made sense, they really did. But they didn’t resolve anything. “I understand that. But wanking… it just isn’t my thing.”

            “Isn’t your thing?” Sirius echoed, cocking his head curiously. “How can it not be your thing? When you’re wanking it’s just you and you. The whole point is to do something that is your thing. If you don’t like one thing you do something else for yourself.”

            “But that’s just what I’m trying to say. I don’t like it. I don’t like doing it alone. What I like most about sex is the other person… without you…” He shrugged and pulled his hand back, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “Without you there’s just no pleasure in it for me.”

            Sirius was quiet for a few moments as he took in the words. Then, “Why isn’t it enjoyable?”

            Remus shook his head and shrugged. “I must be doing it wrong. Because it isn’t nearly as enjoyable as it seems to be for… for other people.” Of course he nearly said ‘for you’, but he wasn’t ready just yet to let Sirius know he’d been spying. One discussion at a time.

            “Ahh…” Sirius lay back on the bed, propped up on an elbow. “Why don’t you describe your technique to me, then, and I can let you know where you went wrong?”

            Remus wanted very much to suggestion that he just rip Sirius’ clothes off right now and let him know- without words- exactly what he thought of his body. Instead, he replied, “It’s pretty simple. I stroke myself until I come.”

            “That’s it?”

            “Yeah,” said Remus, innocently. “What else would there be?”

            “Well… for starters, what are you doing to get turned on?”

            Remus paused a moment, considering the question for longer than he should have needed to. “I… stroke myself. Until I come.”

             “Right. But what do you do before that?”

            Unsteadily, uncertainly, “Before?” He ran a hand through his hair and looked away from Sirius. “What exactly do you mean?”

            “Oh, Remus,” Sirius sighed. Launching himself forward, he took Remus’ head in his hands. Holding him in place, he administered a kiss. He kissed long and hard, like his cock, breathing heavily through his nose as he worked his mouth, lips, and tongue against Remus’.

            Remus groaned deeply as Sirius filled a bit of his craving. And, even more surprising, was the fact that Sirius did not pull back abruptly and stop like before. Remus risked kissing back and allowed himself to be drawn into it entirely. His jaw went slack and his hands dug into the hair on the back of Sirius’ head, pulling Sirius’ head against his more tightly.

            They went crashing down onto the bed together, their legs intertwined. Hands groped and raced, tugging at clothes and scratching at skin. Remus cupped his hand to Sirius’ arse and Sirius’ hand slid back and forth over the small of Remus’ back. Sirius’ leg merely brushing against Remus’ crotch was enough to turn the werewolf hard. Instinctively, Remus began grinding.

            It was then that Sirius pushed him away. Panting, Remus lay on his side, utterly bewildered. “What…?” He coughed, waiting for his breath to get back to something close to normal. He finally had Sirius where he wanted him. He’d come too close tonight to stop now. “I thought we were… weren’t we?”

            Sirius did not answer. He kissed Remus again, hand on Remus’ cheek, stroking the light scar there with his thumb. “Why? Are you ready?” he asked.

            Remus nodded fervently and gave a whimper of desperation as he half sat up and looked at the bulge in his trousers. His erection was begging loudly for attention, and Remus was not above that as well. “Please, Sirius. Please don’t stop.”

            Sirius slowly unbuttoned Remus’ fly. “Who said anything about stopping?” he asked in that same soft, seductive tone. His progress was plainly purposefully slow. “Tell me what you want, Remus.”

            Remus sighed with delight, lying back on the bed. “I want you to suck me- no! No, I want you to finger me… or lick my arse… or maybe both. Oohhhh…” He moaned with delight as Sirius pulled down the trousers and underwear to Remus’ knees. His cock sprang free and Sirius grinned at the sight.

            “What, like this?” Sirius asked, plucking at his shirt. “You just want me for my tongue and my hands?”

            “Oh no,” Remus said quickly, propping himself up on his elbows. “I want every bit of you.”

            “You want me naked?”

            Remus nodded. “I want you naked.”

            Sirius moved back a little and straightened up, kneeling on the bed. He slowly worked through each and every button on the midnight blue shirt, which seemed to have many more than a regular shirt. He even undid the buttons at the cuffs before he started to pull it over his head. Once it was off, he peered down at Remus. “Hey. I thought you said you were ready.”

            Instinctively, Remus grabbed himself and gave his cock the few strokes that it needed to harden back up again.

            “What else do you want?” Sirius asked. “If you could have anything right now.”

            “Chocolate. I’d love to have some chocolate sauce to drizzle over your body. So I could lick it off. And after you fucked me I’d smell like chocolate for days.”

            Grinning, “Sounds like fun. Too bad we don’t have any.” He climbed off the bed and stood on the side.

            “Too bad,” Remus repeated automatically, giving himself another stroke.

            “So that’s it?” Sirius made a move towards his trousers, but went for his shoes first, undoing what appeared to be knots and then untying the shoes before slipping them and his socks off. “Just the chocolate?”

            Remus’ mind was becoming a jumble of images. He tried to focus on just one. “All right… maybe I’d like to see you in that collar you like so much. The black one with the studs. And…” he trailed off, closing his eyes. “And I’d get you a matching one for your cock. You look so fucking incredible naked. Come on, Love. I’m dying here.” Realizing he was still rubbing himself, his hand restless and his fingers splayed, Remus stopped immediately and waited for Sirius to finish undressing.

            “Tell me how I look,” Sirius prompted, fumbling with the buckle on his belt and then sliding the belt off, one loop at a time before going for the buttons and zipper on his trousers. “Tell me what you see when you look at me.”

            “I love your body. Those muscles… the feel of you when you hold me tight in your arms. Those hard-as-pebbles nipples that I like to take between my teeth and tease with the tip of my tongue. The smoothness of your skin is almost unnatural… I love to run my fingers over your stomach and play at your naval because it makes you laugh and gasp all at once…” Remus’ breaths were growing faster and heavier now. “I love how coarse your hair is around your privates, and how soft and heavy your balls feel. And your cock. Oh, your cock… your magnificent cock is so hard.” His breath caught as Sirius pulled down the pair of shorts to reveal his cock in all its glory. “Come here before I die!” Remus gasped pleadingly. He reached out to Sirius, who was feet away from him now.

            Sirius climbed back onto the bed and lay on his side, facing Remus. His head rested upon one bent arm and the other hand had one finger slowly running up and down his considerable length.

            “Fuck me,” Remus invited. He closed his eyes against the pleasure rushing through him. “Hurry, Sirius.”

            “Are you that close?” Sirius asked, though he must have known the answer. “So close you can feel the orgasm wanting to happen? You can feel it building in your toes and your fingers and wanting to spread inward? You can feel it trying to take hold of you, just needing that one little push?”

            “Ohgod,” Remus moaned, hands gripping the bed sheets, head rolling from one side to the other. “Fuck me now!”

            “You want me to, really?” Sirius was stroking himself now. Remus could tell that by the sound of his voice alone and did not need to open his eyes in order to nod eagerly in affirmation. “Like last time? With my magnificent—” Remus’ word, not his, though he was hardly humble, “cock up your arse so far you could feel it in your belly? Do you remember where I had my hands?”

            Breathlessly, “On my… on my hips.”

            “And your hand was…?” Sirius had only to ask that question and Remus’ hand was instantly on his cock.

            He shuddered with pleasure at the touch and found it hard to restrain himself. He opened his eyes with a pleading expression on his face. “Sirius,” he begged. “You’ve got to… I think I’m… going to…”

            “I know,” Sirius said as huskily as possible, considering he was stroking himself at the same time. “And just let it happen.”

            Remus shook his head. “No,” he said, but his hand had other ideas. It moved a little for just the slightest of rubs, and that was all it took for his body to take over. His arm staying relatively stationary, his hand moved up and down in small, rapid strokes. His body responded immediately, tensing up. And when he looked over, he saw that Sirius was stroking himself in synch.

            Remus was shocked, and thought briefly about stopping. But that would mean Sirius would stop as well and the sight of Sirius at the moment was all too arousing. He wanted very much to see Sirius orgasm the way he had the other day. He wanted very much to wait for Sirius, but he could already feel his own coming on and he could not hold off any longer. “I’m coming… I’m coming!” he said with alarm, looking desperately over at Sirius.

            Sirius grinned. “Yes… go for it!”

            Remus hesitated, realizing fully now that Sirius had had never had any intention of having sex with him tonight. He was slightly annoyed and frustrated, and just a little bit angry that Sirius had tricked him. But he was also so fucking ready and it wasn’t as though he wasn’t enjoying doing this. Doing this with Sirius.

            Sirius seemed close and sounded close, as well. His expression was just one away from that blissful one Remus had seen when Sirius was wanking before. So sexy and irresistible and he was sooooo close…

            So he came, simultaneously stroking and violently thrusting into his hand even as he shot. And it lasted far longer than usual, but he didn’t want it to stop for even an instant.

            When it was over, and he’d gone limp in his now very tired hand, Remus even wished that it had lasted longer. With an enormous sigh, he turned his head to look at Sirius. Their eyes locked but there was silence between them for a few moments. Then Sirius spoke, “Are you all right, Love?”

            Remus let out a deep breath he hadn’t even been aware he’d been holding in. “Bloody fantastic,” he replied.

            “Truly?” Sirius leaned forward and kissed Remus’ temple. “Not just saying that? Because the last time…”

            “The last time was crap. This was…” Well, bloody fantastic, honestly. “Was that how it’s supposed to feel?”

            Sirius chuckled and nodded. “Sometimes it feels even better.”

            Remus sighed again and rubbed his hand against his forehead. There still wasn’t an ache there, but he was reeling. It really had felt incredible. “Why was it so good this time?”

            Sirius reached out, pushing pieces of Remus’ hair out of his face, bit by bit. “Because you gave yourself permission to enjoy it. Am I right?” He grinned as Remus gave a nod. “You can’t go into a wank dry, the way you would a homework assignment. You’ve got to be in the mood and you’ve got to want it. But, more importantly, you’ve got to relax and enjoy it. Because you’re worth it.”

            Not quite believing that last bit, Remus nonetheless made mental notes of the rest, feeling that it would come in useful tomorrow when he tried this again.