Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 11
Author: Kate of Kintail
Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era
Rating: R?
Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall
Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing
Warnings/Kinks: wanking
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: 1,036
Part 11
Remus supposed it couldn’t hurt to try something new. After all, this whole thing was kind of new to him and Peter had really seemed to enjoy himself with the method. The worst that could happen was what he’d felt the first time he’d tried it alone almost a week ago.
He felt a little lost, however, not quite knowing how to go about it. He didn’t have nearly as many pillows as Peter, even if he began transfiguring various items into temporary pillows. After stacking a few pillows on the bed and tossing himself onto them, he wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to help him toss off. He didn’t feel much as he rocked into them, apart from feeling foolish lying on the bed with his middle raised and his arse in the air.
Though Remus was more than happy to be the one in control, he certainly enjoyed when Sirius took charge of him. He was almost- almost- even sort of glad Sirius had issued this challenge for the month. He’d still rather be shagging Sirius, but now he was feeling like an orgasm was an orgasm and he was looking forward to another one right about now… if only he could figure out how lying in this position was supposed to be arousing. “This is harder than it looks,” he said quietly, not wanting to be overheard. He was alone in the dormitory room again, but there was no telling who might be close by.
Remus smiled as he imagined what would happen were Sirius to walk in on him like this. He could almost feel Sirius admiring his arse and making good use of the easy access. Sirius’ hands were always warm- including outside in the dead of winter. Even when they were playing rough, Sirius’ hands were always gentle on Remus’ arse, whether it was caressing with affection or holding tightly as he buried his face between the cheeks. He made certain Remus was properly lubed-up and probed with fingers before penetrating not because Remus needed it but because Remus loved it. Remus could imagine the way Sirius would treat him now, with a lick and maybe a spank, and then he’d shove himself so deep inside and fuck Remus into the pillows.
Remus bucked forward at the thought, grinding himself against the pillows. But they were too soft and gave too much for him to enjoy the feel. He tried thrusting the way he’d seen Peter do, but didn’t get much further than a tightness that shouldn’t be contained.
He was fully clothed still, and quickly pulled back in order to pull himself out. Peter had done this virtually clothed, which had been the appeal all along to Remus. But he really didn’t want to mess himself, and he didn’t think he’d get very far without direct contact.
So he pressed himself into the pillows again. He smiled as his cock rubbed against the pillows, hardening a little more. He had to admit that the softness was preferable to his rough hand. But it still wasn’t enough to get him going. At least not yet.
Remus tried to get into it, wiggling his body around, thrusting moaning. But it wasn’t until he gave up trying so hard to be aroused and, instead, relaxed and concentrated on the feel and the friction that he grew as hard as he wanted to be. Grinning, he tensed up a little. In the process, he squeezed one of the pillows beneath his legs and gave a sharp, surprised gasp as a wave of pleasure surged through him.
“Holy…” He reached down and readjusted the pillows, shoving two between his thighs. The pillows were stiffer and tighter when he held them in place, which felt heavenly around his cock and put delightful pressure against his balls. Reflexively, he started a smooth, circular thrusting motion, testing out the waters. “Oh yes…” he told no one except himself. “Oh fuck yes.” He sped up, hard and strong, because he could close his eyes and easily imagine he was fucking someone now.
This was not only due to the sensations he was feeling, but because this method left his hands free. He was able to move as he would were he with someone… and was still free to do other things. He reached down and teased a nipple through his shirt, which made him moan. “That’s it,” he whispered, nodding. “Just like… just like that…” He whimpered with pleasure as the sensation began building in him. Desperately he kept thrusting, with his eyes closed, imagining someone beneath him and Sirius on top of him, filling his arse. He could hear them all moaning now, crying out for more. “Please,” he told them, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as they could be. “Harder.” Remus made it harder. He grabbed handfuls of the sheet beneath him and even took a portion in his mouth, biting down hard and forcing himself to breathe through his nose.
He let his instincts take over completely, his release imminent, letting his body move as it wished. Still thrusting, he squirmed around, the motions only increasing the friction. With short, staccato, urgent, muffled moans he felt the pressure build up inside him. The rushes spread throughout his whole body until he was coming and screaming without a care to who might hear. He came until there was nothing left in him, neither spunk nor breath, and then collapsed in place and spat out the corner of the sheets still in his mouth.
In the afterglow of this orgasm came that familiar sense of selfishness. “You’re doing this for yourself… and you’re also doing it for Sirius.” The reminder helped assuage the feeling, and he gave a deep sigh as he let the happiness flood through him again.
Remus’ thighs unclenched and he rolled off the pillows. “Well,” he said with a sigh, “That was different.” All that it took for him to look as though he hadn’t been doing anything was to tuck himself back into his trousers and zip up again. Different definitely had its advantages. And it made Remus wonder what other methods there might be that he was unaware of.