Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 16
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 lots more 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: 1,747
Part 16
Remus woke to several kisses across his jaw line, up his chin, and against his lips. He was again wrapped in Sirius’ arms, and Sirius was still in his as well. Remus opened his eyes. “Sir—” he began, but another kiss headed him off.
“No talking now,” Sirius whispered, shaking his head.
Remus was familiar with this. Frequently Sirius liked slow, quiet mornings. Of course, that didn’t mean he was willing to forgo a morning snog. Remus smiled and kissed back, his head tilted one way and then the other as he worked his way into Sirius’ mouth. With the gag rule imposed, Remus couldn’t explain that he’d already been through some fun a few hours ago, while Sirius had been asleep.
However, judging by the way his erection was pressing into Sirius, he would not need to explain. Sirius’ was likewise. As Remus pushed his pajamas down and took his cock out, Sirius hurried to do the very same. And when Remus touched Sirius’ chest and kissed him lightly, Sirius mirrored the action.
Remus grinned, familiar with this game as well. Usually the next move was to reach for Sirius’ cock, but that was rather off limits this month. So he touched his own cock instead, thrumming his fingers upon the shaft and stroking the underside with his thumb at the same time. Sirius raised his eyebrows as he did the same to himself, his expression faltering at the resulting, surprising bursts of pleasure.
Remus briefly considered grabbing a pillow to put between his legs, but didn’t really want to explain honestly how he’d learned about that one. He did, however, take out his wand. He touched the end to his cock and moved it up and down slowly. He pressed hard, then tapped three times and violated the silence rule to whisper a word. Lubrication burst from the tip, coating his cock well. He slid his hand up and down; there was nothing like the feel of a freshly-lubed cock in his hand, even if it was his own.
Sirius seemed to feel similarly. He groaned happily at the liberal amount of lube, but then caught Remus’ eye and quieted. If Remus did not groan, he was not supposed to do so either. With his eyes fixed on Sirius’ gorgeous erection, Remus sighed happily and curled his whole hand around his cock. He added his second and ran them in different directions.
He could see Sirius’ hips twitching with desire as they went along, and that filled Remus with intense pleasure. Though he was not touching the young man, what he was doing was making Sirius hot. He had control over Sirius’ desires like this. After all the helpless watching he’d done of his roommates over the last few days, finally he could watch something he had influence over. And, with Sirius beside him, pleading with pleased pants, Remus could not have been happier.
His bottom hand continued to fist but the top cupped the head of his cock. He gave it a pinch and a bit of pressure. Then he covered the top with his whole hand, creating a cup for him to thrust into. The head hit the palm of his hand and the whole coordinated effort brought him incredibly close.
So close, in fact, that he almost did not want to stop. Sirius grunted his disapproval when Remus actually did stop, and Remus shot him another look of disapproval. After all, this had been Sirius’ idea in the first place… and he knew by now how stubborn Sirius could be about his ideas involving sex.
Remus decided to take a chance and take a page out of the book, hoping the result would be well worth the bit of frustration. Though, as he’d learned from last night’s wank, there was also something to be said for delaying orgasms.
Still stroking at a moderate pace with his right hand, he took his top hand away and ran he along his side. With his pajama top still on, it wasn’t altogether that sensual, but it was a bit of a tease. It also kept Sirius in suspense. His hand followed Remus’, only a few moments behind. Their hands moved down their sides and against bare hips. They hovered in place there for a second or two, then slipped down, under his thigh. Remus bent his legs, knees up in the air, letting it be known that he was fingering his own arse now.
Sirius watched, wide-eyed and harder than hard, as Remus teased his own arsehole, then stuck two fingers right in. They were still slick from so much lube, and went in without any trouble at all, so his grunt was merely one of pleasure. And his grunt was one Sirius was more than happy to duplicate.
Remus’ cock and balls were nestled between his thighs, and his hand was flat as it rubbed up and down with urgency now. He was barely aware of the sounds he was making, but he knew Sirius was making them, too. His eyes were fixed on Sirius, who was likewise looking at him, taking in the beauty of the duel stimulation as he felt it in himself. Why this wasn’t first on the list of techniques, Remus did not know, because it was quickly becoming his very favorite.
He worked himself over as though working on Sirius, encouraging his orgasm as he would a lover’s. And it wasn’t until Sirius had that look about him, as though ready to lose control any minute, that Remus really felt the urges rise sharply throughout him. He came with Sirius’ name on his lips and satisfaction racing through him, though his gaze was still on Sirius, who was spilling onto his thighs and the bed beneath.
When it was over, and Sirius surmised there was no threat of sex between them now, he did not refuse when Remus leaned over and did a rudimentary job of licking him clean. Exhausted and apparently a little shocked still at what precisely Remus had put him through, Sirius stayed right where he was and did not mimic the action. “Where’d you learn to do it like that?” he asked.
Not wanting to admit he’d tried those things for the very first time just now, with the presence and encouragement of Sirius to help him along, Remus merely grinned and finished up with another snog. With a few centimeters of distance between them, and their eyes closed, Sirius did not notice that the kisses were already making Remus hard again.
*
Remus thought, especially after one orgasm this morning and another in the middle of the night, that masturbation would have kept his mind from straying towards sex during classes. Today, however, nothing could be further from the truth. Getting through his morning classes were a chore, and he was completely at a loss for what they’d covered in the last twenty minutes of Arithmancy. All he could think about was what he wanted to do to himself, and for himself, after class.
Despite the Marauders’ lunch planning session plans, Remus decided to take ten minutes out of the start of the meal. Besides, he could do nothing to help with the pre-adventure preparation anyway and that’s what the start of the discussion was going to be about. So at the end of class he gave them the slip and dashed upstairs using the hidden passages.
He barely made it to his bed before touching himself. He fell onto the bed on his back, stroking swiftly. His hips bucked and his cock darted in and out of his fist. He moaned at each and every thrust and it took an amazingly short amount of time. In fact, all it really took was a thought about what he’d done with Sirius that morning and he was off.
Remus’ orgasm was equally quick and the cleanup spell was finished in an instant. Remus was definitely getting the hand of all this.
*
Remus’ midday quickie with himself was not, as it turned out, an isolated incident that day. After transfiguration class in the afternoon, he had the rest of the day free and spent the time well. He apologetically kicked Peter out of the dormitory room, claiming the need for a nap and serious work so wouldn’t fall behind. But, naturally, he instead spent the time wanking. First he tried it with the pillows, lying on his side for a change. Then, as he lay there afterwards, he found he was already stroking himself again.
It was not at all unusual for Remus to be extra restless on the day leading up to his transformation. But this time it was as though the wolf somehow knew that tonight he would be denied his mate. The quickest way to get to Remus just after dusk was with a quick fuck between Padfoot and Moony; it kept the wolf in line, tired him out a bit, and helped return Remus to his right mind. Remus really wished that remedy had been in one of the werewolf volumes he’d consulted, because it really did work wonders.
But tonight, they’d have to go along with their plans without it. And Remus felt both slightly worried and excited about the prospect. His cock, however, seemed the most excited. Without Sirius there to fuck some sense into him, literally, Remus’ body seemed determined to make up for the absence.
During his fifth time, he’d tried it standing up again, his body pressed into the bedpost, fucking it relentlessly until the friction caused him to orgasm. During the sixth, he took his shirt off, letting the breeze come in through the window he’d open to air out the room and delighting as it washed over him. Speaking of washing, his seventh and final session was held in the showers again. He nearly tossed off while using the loo, but decided to wait until he was in the shower. He really needed a good shower after all of this and seven was a much luckier number than eight.
He was so exhausted by the end that the other three Marauders not only noticed but feared he wouldn’t be able to join in on the fun properly that night. But he began to regain energy as he walked down to the hospital ward a little bit before sunset. And by the time he was locked in the shack, he felt ready for just about anything.