Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 28

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: 1,119

Part 28

            Remus closed the book and moved on to the next, keeping a close watch on the time. As embarrassing as it would be to stay too late and have Madam Pince come over to tell him she was closing and he should return the sex books to the shelf, it would be even worse if it grew too late and he missed out on the location he had planned for the evening. Even though the last one had been fairly pleasant and downright erotic, Remus refused to get another detention just because of wanking.

            Besides, there were far better uses of his free time than scrubbing the school cauldrons or chopping firewood. For instance, there was one book with incredible illustrations of people having sex in amazing positions. Remus was practically salivating as he thought up all the new possibilities of things he and Sirius could try. But that would have to wait until the month was over.

            He was making his way through the books for two reasons. First, reading about the subject was the best sort of foreplay he’d yet found. All the sexually explicit words in print and images moving right there in front of him, filling his mind. He resisted touching himself under the table, though. And second, he was looking for something he hadn’t tried yet. There were only a few days left and he didn’t want to waste them.

            There was, if Remus were willing to admit it to himself, a third reason for the search. There was something he very much wanted to try, but wasn’t brave enough to. So he had reasoned with himself to find something else for today, so he wouldn’t have to think about trying that quite yet.

            So he sat in the library that afternoon, browsing through the small stack of books he had at least been brave enough to get off the shelves and look through. The pursuit for knowledge was a noble one, Remus kept telling himself, and he was paranoid to think that others in the library were keeping watch on the subject matter of his reading.

            His arse was rather sore from the last few days, though the cushioning spell he performed before he sat down anywhere made a world of difference. Nonetheless, he didn’t want to wear himself out in that area. He was looking for something else… something different. When he finally found it, in the second-to-last book in his stack, he sat and memorized it for a few minutes, then put all the books away.

            Remus left the library in favor of the prefect’s bathroom. Luckily, it was empty when he arrived, so he locked and double-locked the door once he entered. The bathroom was large and spacious, and Remus checked the toilets just to be sure no one was hiding in the stalls. Then he turned on the taps to run hot water and bubbles into the luxuriously large bathtub.

            When the tub was halfway full, he took off his clothes, shivering slightly as his bare feet touched the cold tile. Remus quickly climbed into the tub, sinking below the water but leaving his wand on the side of the tub for easy access. He sat and relaxed as the water level rose. The water was just shy of hot, and the bubbles made the water feel almost silky. It felt so wonderful against his skin that Remus had no trouble getting hard without even touching himself. He grinned at the power it had over his body already, urges rising in him. But he wanted to wait until the tub was closer to full.

            As the water rose to envelope his chest up to his neck, he swam across the tub and turned off the tap. Then he swam back, floating through the water, first on his stomach and then on his back. There was no rush, and the bubbly water felt so soothing. It was a perfect place to enjoy a little self love, he thought. And, even if he botched the spell he’d learned from the book, the environment still might be enough to make him comfortable and horny.

            Remus reached the side and went for his wand. He had been rehearsing it in his head, and now felt a little apprehensive about trying it while he was in the water, lest he get something wrong. But the water felt far too nice to want to leave. He licked his lips and wiped his hand off on a towel before picking up his wand. Aiming it at the water, he closed his eyes to concentrate and spoke the spell with energy and conviction. Immediately, Remus felt results. His eyes flew open wide. Jets of bubbles shot at him through the water, as though propelled by some invisible, outside force.

            They randomly struck at his back, his sides, his chest, his arse, his legs. It was like a strange massage and Remus was floating in the middle of it. When the streams of bubbles hit his cock, however, it was ecstasy. He groaned deeply and threw his head back. Sitting on the ledge inside the bath, he spread his legs wide as though that would increase the chances of the bubbles hitting his cock. His cheeks flushed as heat rose in him.

            After a while, he set his wand aside and reached down into the water. His hand moved smoothly through the water and found his cock to be even warmer than the water around it. A few small strokes had him gasping, pleasure shooting throughout him. With the regular strokes of his hand and the unpredictable jets of bubbles striking him, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the urges. He dropped to his knees, water and suds coming up to his chin, completely surrounded by water as though he were suspended there. He felt the freedom of movement he’d been craving, and the freedom to let himself feel everything his body was yearning for.

            Remus felt his release, but his body barely seized up or shook the way it usually did. Instead, it was a gentle, graceful orgasm. He shot into the water, and he lifted his head to keep from choking. He moaned softly, his moan broken several times as jets of water pounded into him.

            When it was over, he took a deep breath and plunged face-first into the water. He was still well aware of the time but, compared to getting up and jumping back into things, he wanted to savor the moment just a little longer. He felt so warm and relaxed that he did not even shy away from the floor-to-ceiling mirror on one wall like he usually did.