Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 9

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R? NC-17? (I’m terrible about ratings)

Pairing: Sirius/Remus (Remus/fantasy Sirius)

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

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: 1,374

 

Part 9

 

            Remus had to admit he felt a small amount of anticipation as he thought about what he had planned tonight. He still would have preferred Sirius’ involvement, but in Sirius’ own strange way he was just doing this for Remus’ own good. And he’d already helped tonight by making sure James and Peter were occupied so that Remus could have their dormitory room to himself.

 

            Remus wasn’t expecting some Earth-shattering sort of bliss… but if it was even halfway between his miserable attempts and the pleasure he had feel last night, it was worth doing. Or at least trying one more time.

 

            So he had the room all to himself, which he locked behind him with more than one spell and a trunk he dragged in front of it just in case. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then he made his way over to Sirius’ bed. He closed the curtains around the bed, just to be on the safe side. Then he quickly removed his clothes and slid under the covers quickly.

 

            The sheets were cool against his skin, but they warmed up once he started moving around beneath them. Lying on his side, he rubbed his cheek into Sirius’ pillow, inhaling deeply, letting Sirius’ scent fill him. Just a hint of it was enough to get him going, and added to that was the fact that he was going to touch himself tonight while in Sirius’ bed.

 

            And, suddenly, Sirius was there with him. He was wearing those skin-tight black pants and that flashy gold shirt that were dreadful but made his body look oh so good. Sirius lay beside him, looking tired but ready to spend the night in bed with Remus. Yawning, he tugged his shirt up a little and slid his hand back and forth over his middle. Remus’ eyes focused on the lovely bit of beautiful skin before him. But it was his Sirius and he could do more than just look.

 

            Remus slid down, licking where Sirius’ hand had just been. Sirius gave a stretch and a snort of laughter as Remus tickled with his tongue, dipping into his naval.

 

            Remus snuffled, tugging at the waistband of Sirius’ pants with his teeth. The pants accentuated Sirius’ legs, but were damned near impossible to get off in a hurry. Especially as Remus only had the use of his mouth in the endeavor. His hands were bound behind his back with a soft scarf. So he continued to tug, so preoccupied with his task that he didn’t notice for a while that Sirius had pulled up his shirt a little more.

 

            A glint of gold attracted his attention, and he looked up to see a small hoop pierced through Sirius’ left nipple. It took his breath away for a moment. “Do you like it, Moony?” Sirius asked, reaching down to burry his hands in Remus’ hair. “Got it just for you.”

 

            Regarding it with awe, Remus nodded. He crawled up and put his mouth around it in an instant. The metal was surprisingly warm against his tongue, but the sensation of the loop in his mouth attached to Sirius’ most sensitive nipple made Remus smile. “You know how much I love when you’re a little wild,” Remus said. He tugged on the loop and flicked the tip of his tongue over the rock-hard nub. “Did you get a tattoo, too?”

 

            “Naturally,” Sirius answered. “It’s a paw print.”

 

            Remus knew that Sirius’ grin meant that the he had absolutely no intention to tell Remus where it was. Remus grinned back, ready for the hunt. Sirius stretched again, arms straight and over his head, legs long and tense, feet bent straight out. Then he crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head. His hair settled back into place and Remus began his search.

 

            Remus also knew that there were only a few spots Sirius would put such a thing, and none of those spots were above the waist. But Remus wanted to be thorough and he licked and sniffed his way up Sirius’ side and over his chest. He inspected Sirius’ upper arms, one at a time, then moved back down again on the other side. He nuzzled and nudged with his face, directing Sirius to turn over onto his stomach.

 

            Sirius’ back was smooth and beautiful, with two tiny freckles that Remus always kissed when he got the chance. But there was no tattoo of any kind there. Remus gave a growl as he launched himself again into the task of removing Sirius’ pants. Sirius helped as best he could without actually doing it for him, squirming and wiggling about, trying to shake off the pants as Remus pulled them with his teeth.

 

            The process seemed to take forever, but it was time well spent. And when the pants were off, both boys were hard and eager. Remus checked Sirius’ hips, and his arse. He checked Sirius’ ankles and his tummy. But it wasn’t until he’d nuzzled his way in-between the man’s legs, spreading them enough for him to lie there, that he found the small tattoo. The size of a galleon, it was located on the inside of Sirius’ thigh, and licking there made Sirius shudder happily.

 

            Then the restraints around Remus’ wrists tightened and a blindfold was added to the mix. Remus lay on the bed, waiting for some stimulation and not knowing where it would be or what it would be. He finally felt lips press against his forehead and the light touch of two fingers crawling about in his pubic hair. Pushing Remus onto his back suddenly, Sirius gripped Remus’ cock at the base and swirled his tongue around the tip. Remus moaned as Sirius starting stroking and sucking simultaneously. He stared into the darkness, feeling the longings and rushes more strongly because of his deprived senses. But he could still smell, and Sirius’ scent was as erotic as his touch. More importantly, Remus could smell how ready Sirius was.

 

            It wasn’t long before Remus was coming copiously, every bit of him caught up in the release. He moaned and called out Sirius’ name. He kept his eyes closed for a full minute afterward, as he came to terms with what he’d really just done.

 

            But instead of shame, all that filled him was a warm sort of satisfaction. He’d done it on his own and enjoyed it, to boot. He opened his eyes and smiled. Then he scooted over a little in bed and pulled the tissues under with him so he could clean up a bit.

 

            Then Remus stretched out on his back, arms bent and hands folded under his head. He sighed deeply and lifted his wand. With one swish the curtains moved to one side. With another, the trunk slid away from the door. And a third flick along with some words unlocked the door. Then he closed his eyes to rest until Sirius came to bed.

 

            “Mmm. What’s this?” Sirius said, not much later, crawling into bed and under the covers. “A boyfriend in my bed? It’s been a while.” He snuggled up to Remus’ side with a nuzzle and a kiss.

 

            Remus, who’d been wide awake from the moment Sirius came back from the bathroom, smiled. “Yeah… I was kind of mad at you for a while there. You weren’t being very nice to me. You didn’t make me feel much like your boyfriend.”

 

            “And now?” Sirius asked, his hand sliding over Remus’ body and resting on the gentle curve of a hip. Remus usually slept in pajamas, but Sirius seemed quite glad to find he was naked beneath the covers. “Are you sure you want to sleep here like this? Not too tempting?”

 

            “Not for me,” Remus said. “I already had you tonight.” He yawned powerfully and closed his eyes. “And, let me tell you, you were fabulous.”

 

            Chuckling, Sirius licked and kissed the side of Remus’ chin, then hugged Remus tightly. Remus was glad that Sirius didn’t bring up the fact that it had all been Remus’ doing. He snuggled into Sirius and rested his head against Sirius’, looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe he and Sirius could wank together in the morning before breakfast.