Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 22
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: exhibitionism?, 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: 1,479
Part 22
Remus liked to be loud during sex. He liked to talk, with encouraging, dirty comments. He liked to moan and groan and sigh. Letting Sirius know exactly what he felt was quite important to Remus. It allowed Sirius to keep doing what felt good and allowed him to know exactly when Remus was about to come.
When tossing off alone, there wasn’t really much use for noise. He already knew what felt good, and he didn’t need to encourage himself. But he made noise out of habit, and because all sorts of releases felt good. However, he had certainly come to understand that he could wank just fine without the noise.
He also understood that he rather fancied the thrill of wanking in front of others… whether those others could see him or not.
It was a gorgeous day out today, for someone who enjoyed the sun. The sky was clear of clouds and the temperature was warm but not hot. Not even a light breeze was there to disturb, and the grass was warm and dry underfoot. Remus made his way across the grounds and around the lake. Though there were many students around he was friendly with, not one greeted him or even noticed him.
That was the point, however, of going out underneath James’ invisibility cloak. The only indication he was there was the slight movement of grass as he walked slowly. He chose a spot on the side of the lake, out of the way but close enough that he could keep an eye on everyone coming and going from the castle. If people came his way, he would be able to see. And if they got close enough, he could get up and move so he wouldn’t be trampled on and found out. Remus sat down in the grass, rubbing his arse back and forth as if nesting and settling in for something special.
Then he changed position to sit with his legs folded beneath him and his arms crossed and resting against his upper thighs. Even though he was completely hidden under the cloak, Remus was fully clothed. He’d decided it was thrilling enough to get naked and wank off out in the open already, and did not need to risk the cloak slipping off him on his way in or out of the castle. Additionally, he was in the mood to tease himself a little. It was one thing to go through the motions, but it was another to be constantly aware that there were people all around him who would be able to see him, if not for the thin layer of material covering him.
He looked around. On the opposite bank was a group of Hufflepuffs, citing in more or less a circle as they played with a puffskin, tossing it about as much as cuddling it. Closer to him were a pair of prefects Remus knew, stealing kisses in-between pouring over their books. Three blokes were having a heated argument about Quidditch, from what Remus could tell, as two were on the Slytherin team and one was on the Ravenclaw team. There were a few first years practicing spells and doing so poorly at them Remus couldn’t even figure out what was supposed to be happening. And there were some fourth years playing exploding snap, which was a terrible idea out on the grass because it kept catching on fire and they had to repeatedly stop the game to put it out. There were a few students playing at the waterside, legs in the water, splashing each other periodically. The closest to Remus were about four meters away, but he could still see the whites of the eyes of those furthest away from him.
There were plenty of people in order for him to do what he had planned. Remus scanned the lot of them until he saw one glance in his general direction. And then Remus quickly undid the top button of his shirt. His hand lingered there, his skin smooth and bones hard. He massaged one of his shoulders and saw one of the Hufflepuffs look towards where he was when trying to catch the puffskin. Remus undid the next button down. That was enough to grant him access to his upper chest, with nipples that liked his pinches.
It was a whole two minutes before he noticed one of them look his way and, by then, Remus had had enough with his chest. He undid the top button of his trousers. As he waited for someone else, he could not help but rub himself through his pants. His fingers teased his waist, playing at his naval and the waistband of his briefs. They trembled as he thought he saw a head turn, but it was not to be and he was forced to wait. He was already very hard, but wanted to be harder. He wanted someone to turn towards him, as if they saw him there, rubbing his needy erection.
And then it happened. One of the girls stared straight at him. Eagerly, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He admired it for a moment, exposed and ready. When he looked back up, he saw the girl still staring. Then she giggled and pointed. Remus went from kinky and aroused to cold and terrified in a single second. She could see him. She must have cast a spell or something, because she could see him. And she was making sure the other Ravenclaw girls she was with saw him, too.
Blushing a violent shade of red, Remus held both hands over his crotch at once. Despite the shame taking hold of him, his cock stayed hard, almost as if it wanted to be found out. He was a bit shocked at this, wishing he could talk some sense into it. But, just before he averted his eyes, he noticed that several of the girls were looking to his immediate right. Remus’ head turned just in time to see centaur disappearing back into the woods just behind him. When it had gone, the girls resumed their task of picking flowers and stringing them together with charms. When it had gone, Remus gave a deep sigh of relief.
That had nearly ruined the mood, to be sure, and a thought in the back of his head nagged at him with the possibility that the magical being had been able to see him through the cloak. The Marauders had never quite been able to prove that the cloak did not make them invisible to all, but they had reason to suspect it.
Whatever the case, the centaur was gone now and Remus was also determined to enjoy himself. It really had been a lovely plan to start with. The sun was still shining brightly, and would only be up for another hour and a half at best. It was reflected in the deep lake, the yellow and gold playing on blues, greens, and grays, reminding him of the school houses and the fact that he was out there in the open. It was still warm out and the grass was still soft.
And that last bit was confirmed as Remus took a deep breath and yanked his trousers and underwear down as far as they would go without him moving about too much. He sat down directly on the grass again, making sure that the cloak stayed in place. The grass felt surprisingly cool against his rear, and he rubbed into it briefly again, grinning widely.
Taking his cock in hand, he looked around again. Sitting there, half naked but unseen and stroking himself gently, it did not take long for him to grow as hard as before. He took his wand out as soon as he could spare a hand, and a lubrication spell helped him along immensely. Soon the blur of his hand on his cock made him vibrate. He felt himself melting into the sensation.
Remus basked in the sun, simultaneously stroking and sighing. He wasn’t afraid to make a little bit of noise this time, but he was careful not to get carried away with it. And he was conscious of his movements at all times, not wanting to be seen accidentally. With all else, however, he let himself go.
His orgasm rushed over him like a wave, strong at first and then fading to nothing. He bit his tongue but hummed deeply in the back of his throat, just short of a moan, which faded into a sigh. Remus sat, bent over and breathing heavily, for some time. As he straightened up, he saw two eyes on a large head sink into the lake in front of him. A tentacle waved in his direction, and Remus took it as his cue to pull his pants back up and recompose himself.