Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 27

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus, sort of Sirius/Remus/OMC/OMC

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking and lots of it

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: 1,494

Part 27

            Breakfast was not just breakfast. It was breakfast and the fantasy of wanking in the shower again. With the warm water rushing over his skin. With the hiss from the showerhead so loud he couldn’t hear himself gasp. With the suds and his spunk pooling at his feet.

            He was so distracted, staring off at nothing at all, that Sirius practically had to force-feed him breakfast. After a few laughs and touches, Remus faked distraction a few times in order to get a little more special attention.

            Charms class was spent not learning about freezing charms but daydreaming about practicing that no-hands wanking spell. He could sit back in the rear of the classroom, with his arms on the backs of chairs beside him. He did not need them, so there need not be any indication that he was wanking. He would concentrate on looking as peaceful, relaxed and normal as possible, but he would feel as though hands were pulling and squeezing and stroking. It would be a great game with himself, allowing himself to enjoy while pretending there was nothing to enjoy.

            Remus barely noticed when the class broke for practice. And then the others had to explain to him the wand movement and the pronunciation, even though the aim was to perform it wandless. Sirius took care to remind him several times of the same points while they were practicing, though not without a little poking and jeering.

            During Arithmancy, he imagined he had his hand down his pants, wanking under his desk. Maybe he’d wear a cock ring and make it last through the whole class. He could stroke slowly, his fingertips running against the tender skin, feeling scars and veins, feeling curves and dimples, feeling beads of come and moist heads.

            Remus answered that he had not finished the problem yet, when suddenly called upon, when the truth was that he hadn’t even started it. The numbers and symbols, though logical and beautiful, were somewhat unappealing when compared to what was going on in his mind and what could be going on with his body.

            Lunch was uneventful. Unless you counted Remus imagining clearing off one of the tables, dishes and food going every which way. He lay down on the table on his back with his cock up in the air for all to see. With the eyes of everyone upon him, he closed his own eyes as he fisted himself. Even if his shoulder was in a pile of mash and sandwiches were squished under his arse, he wouldn’t have cared so long as his hand kept moving and didn’t stop until he came.

            The grumble of his stomach made him remember that he couldn’t actually do that right now. He dipped a spoon into his soup, stirring it around a little and blowing on it before sipping. Sirius leaned over and crumpled a cracker into it, the way Remus liked.

            Potions was particularly painful. Even without the assistance of a cock ring, Remus had a hard-on for practically the whole lesson. The potion they were supposed to be making today was thick and oily like lube, and it kept reminding him of such things. He could picture how it would be rubbed all over his body. He would strip down to absolutely nothing and then slick himself up everywhere. The nipple clamps would slip the first time he tried to put them on but then they would feel wonderful, with little pinches and tingles. And his hands would slide up and down so easily. He’d toss of standing and leaning against the wall. Or he’d sit on the edge of his bed with his balls and thighs and cock all right there for the touching.

            “Moony?” Sirius nudged Remus, then made sure Slughorn wasn’t watching and kissed the side of his neck. “James was asking about what we’re doing this afternoon since practice was cancelled.” Remus nodded and put in his two knuts, minus his desire for a little time with himself.

            He barely had a bite to eat during dinner, too preoccupied with trying to figure out if he could wank in mid-air if he used some sort of levitation charm on himself. And, if so, how long he might have to do the deed before it wore off. He could picture himself gripping the rods at the top of the canopy bed as the feeling built. And then he could let his arms go out to the sides, toes curling and back arching. Complete freedom to orgasm and move in any direction he liked.

            Remus felt a hand on his shoulder, and a mouth at his ear with warm, ticklish breaths. Remus raised his shoulder and tilted his head into it, chuckling and pulling away from the touch. “You’ve been so distracted today,” Sirius observed. “Bet you’ve been thinking about me? The month’s almost up.”

            Remus shook his head, surprised at that fact, himself. “You lost that bet. And there are still a few days left,” he replied. He kissed Sirius warmly and then dropped his napkin by his plate. “If you’ll excuse me, Gentlemen…” By the looks on their faces, they all knew what he was going to do; there was no need to explain. But Remus still gave a wink before heading out and upstairs.

            Indecision filled him on the trek, so much so that he nearly forgot to say the password for admittance into the Gryffindor common room. He hadn’t made up his mind about what exactly he felt like doing, even as he reached his room and locked the door behind. As he flopped onto his bed, he decided the only thing for it would be to try a little of everything until something or other sent him over the top.

            He raided his and Sirius’ sex toy drawer, getting the best bottle of lube, the tiny metal nipple clamps, a skinny and short dildo, one of Sirius’ wank magazines, and Sirius’ studded, black leather collar. The whole lot looked brilliant on the bedspread as Remus stood at a corner, grinding his cock into the bedpost.

            His eyes were fixed on the magazine and the moving pictures therein. The two studs seemed oblivious to what exactly Remus was doing in front of them, they just wanted his attention. They were both blond, but that was where the similarities ended. One was on page sixteen and the other filled page seventeen. One was square-jawed, and the other had a rounder face.  One’s best feature was clearly his arse, the other had amazing abs. One was cut and the other was intact. One with a wand up his arse and dreamy eyes, another with a blindfold and his hand on his cock with one finger curving, inviting Remus to come play.

            That was just what Remus had in mind. He gave one more good rub of his length against the hard wood, then climbed onto the bed. With the clamps on his nipples and the dildo up his arse, Remus took his time lubing up his cock. He didn’t mind watching himself so much any more. In fact, he rather enjoyed watching his cock react as he stroked it. When he covered the head with his palm and moved it in a circle, he was almost sad it left his sight for a few moments.

            His thumbs, together, ran from base to tip with just enough pressure to make him practically jump out of his skin. He fell onto his side and nuzzled his face into Sirius’ collar. It smelled of Sirius and of sex, and Remus’ mind began working again.

            As he clenched the leather between his teeth, he rolled onto his back. His hand pumped away and he pictured Sirius there with him, sitting on him at an angle so that he was impaled by Remus’ cock. Flanking them were the two men from the open pages of the magazine. Hands were everywhere and touching everything. Remus’ hands were on Sirius’ arse, and Sirius’ were on his chest to keep himself in place and to play with the clamps. But the other men were touching them both on their sides, and their thighs and their cheeks. There was a hand rubbing Sirius’ cock in time to Remus’ thrusts upward and a hand tickling Remus’ balls.

            Remus felt himself being pulled into the recognizable feeling— like a good stretch— that preceded his climax. Every muscle of his body tightened, as if happy to be used. The pressure which had built in his loins was suddenly released in a great rush of relief and enjoyment. Remus grinned madly around the collar still in his mouth, his breath caught and eyes rolling up and then down again.

            At once, everyone disappeared from around him, and there was only Remus with his hand on his cock. Too pleased to want to get up, he levitated the items back to their home across the room.