Title: Merry Month, Moony

Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 29

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: wanking, BDSM, exhibitionism

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: 1,972

Part 29

 Sirius had been dropping hints all day. Emphasis on certain words… touches on the thigh… kisses that lasted a little longer than usual for hello or goodbye kisses. Following the signs, Remus sat down on Sirius’ bed with a piece of parchment and a quill.

 Their usual technique of sending notes to each other was terribly efficient. Even though Remus sent Sirius first to the library and then to one of the classrooms, Sirius still arrived at their dormitory room in no time at all. Sirius was slightly out of breath but clearly quite excited. “You wrote?” Sirius asked, grinning as he made his way over to his bed, though he pretended to have no idea why Remus had summoned him.

 Remus lay on his back, one hand under his head, the other on his crotch. “You seemed to want a little something. So I arranged for us to have some time alone,” Remus informed him.

 Sirius’ grin was impossibly larger. He bent forward, hands on the bedsheets, eyes darting this way and that as it took in the open drawer of his nightstand and the bottle of lube on the bed. “I’ve been thinking, Moony… a month is a damn lot longer than I was expecting. It’s been twenty-something days… I think that’s enough. Let’s call it off a little early, all right?”

 All of a sudden, Remus found he had no breath. It was not so much the meaning as the fact that Sirius was here admitting he’d been wrong. Only weeks ago, Remus was practically begging Sirius for sex… and here he was with the roles reversed. He hesitated to answer, not because he did not trust himself to reply, but because he wanted the wording to be just right. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that, Padfoot.”

 Sirius jumped onto the bed and immediately put his hand on Remus’ half-hard cock, rubbing it through the soft corduroy. “Come on, then, Moony. I always bite off more than I can chew.” He kissed Remus neck, on that sensitive spot just below the ear. “I know you want me. I know you want this.”

 With a sigh, Remus pushed Sirius’ hand away. “How do you know what I want?”

 Not the least bit affronted by Remus’ rebuff, he kissed Remus’ shoulder, around the button-down shirt that hung loosely from his frame. “Well, if you think I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

 Nodding, Remus stood up. “All right. I will.” He aimed his wand at the door and locked it securely. Then he reached down, into the drawer, to retrieve a pair of handcuffs. He hesitated again, light glinting off the metal as it dangled in his grasp. “You prefer ropes, though, don’t you?” he said thoughtfully, not as a question. All at once, his wand was up and cords were shooting from it. They found Sirius’ wrists, wrapped around, and then tied themselves to the center of the headboard. Then two others found his ankles, wrapped around those, and then bound themselves to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

 He lay on his back upon his bed, head on pillows. His arms were above his head, slightly bent. His legs were straight and spread as wide as they’d go. And that same grin still lit up his face. He was still clothed, much to his disappointment.

 Remus set his wand down, well out of Sirius’ reach. With an agonizing slowness, he stood beside the bed and began to undress. His fingers fumbled with each button of his shirt, not letting more than a glimpse of his chest be seen until every one of the buttons were undone and his tie had been removed as well. Then he pulled back the sides of the shirt, one at a time with alternating shrugs of his shoulders, as though taking it off as part of a long stretch. His arms went back, letting the sleeves and shirt slide off his arms and onto the floor behind him. The belt was undone and pulled through the belt loops with awareness of each one. Then he undid the buttons of his pants, revealing more and more of his grey y-fronts with each button. He let them fall to his ankles and pulled them off along with his socks.

 Pausing in his undress, he watched Sirius squirm a little on the bed. “How’re you doing, Pads?”

 Sirius nodded. “Good. I’m good.” He squirmed again. “Nice little show you’re putting on for me. Think you could help me out with my clothes?”

 “All in due time.” Remus slipped two fingers under the tight waistband, moving from left to right a few times as he eased them down. Little by little, they slipped down his body, exposing the base of his cock before all else… and then the rest of his goods. He watched Sirius’ face brighten at each bit revealed, those grey eyes fixed on Remus’ body. Feeling slightly self conscious, Remus needed a deep breath before he pushed the underwear off completely, down his thighs and to the ground, where he stepped out of them. Seeing the way Sirius’ cock was straining through his trousers, Remus managed to shove his feelings aside and enjoy being inspected.

 He climbed up onto the bed, from the bottom. He was on all fours between Sirius’ legs, and grinning just as madly as Sirius. As his cock and balls hung down freely, Remus concentrated on Sirius’ crotch. The button and zipper were undone without much difficulty, even though Remus did so only with his teeth. Sirius wore no underwear, so his cock happily sprang free as soon as it had the chance.

 Deep down, Remus wanted so badly to kiss it hello. He missed its taste. He missed the feel of it inside him. But, stronger than those desires, was another urge… as well as the desire to have a bit of fun with Sirius.

 So he pulled back, sitting on his legs, cocking his head. “This is what I want,” Remus said. Well aware of how closely he was being watched, Remus felt his cheeks flush slightly as he put his hand to his cock and stroked. The overwhelming pleasure which filled him at the touch of skin against skin drove everything out of his mind except for his body and Sirius.

 He liked watching Sirius’ reaction. In fact, he loved it. It was nothing like the rush he got when wanking in the hospital wing or under the invisibility cloak, when there was the fear of being seen. Now he was actually and willingly being seen. Seen by someone who wanted to see him. Seen by someone who had absolutely no choice but watch.

 Watch and do nothing. “That’s it…” Sirius said, nodding encouragingly, his voice dying away. “Sorry. You don’t like it when I talk to you when you’re trying to wank, do you?”

 “Talk all you like,” Remus told him. He leaned forward and gave Sirius a kiss, thinking to himself, ‘Because talking won’t do you any good.’

 “Then I’ve got to say, I absolutely love watching you touch yourself like that.”

 Grinning, “I know what you love.” Remus glanced at Sirius’ bonds. “And masturbation, as you’ve explained it to me, is supposed to be about what I love.”

 Remus continued to stroke himself, slow and steady. His of one hand fingertips fluttered briefly against the head of his cock, but did more stroking than anything else. His other hand, however, traveled the length of his body. It roamed, attracting Sirius’ attention, from knee to mouth and from balls to neck. He teased his nipples and circled his naval. And once, without even realizing it, he traced a scar clear across his chest.

 Sirius gasped and nodded emphatically. “Right… bloody excellent. Now… my turn?”

 Remus cocked his head. “You can come any time you like, Sirius. That’s one of the joys of wanking. No need to wait for anyone.”

 “Wanking… wait, wanking?” Sirius repeated. “Thought we agreed the month was as good as over?”

 Remus wet his lips. “I agreed to absolutely nothing.” He ran his hand up the inside of one of Sirius’ legs, then pulled it back to help rub his own cock.

 Sirius rolled his eyes. “So… no sex?” Remus shook his head, and Sirius sighed. Squirming, “All right… so then untie me.”

 Remus gave his head another shake. “I don’t think so. I think I want you right where you are.”

 Sirius groaned, eyes widening. “At least be a mate and give us a pull?” He raised his middle up off the bed and wagged his cock at Remus.

 Remus looked it over, and shook his head again. “I think that would be bending the rules a bit too much.”

 “Bending the… Remus, I stuck my broomstick up your arse!” Sirius laughed.

 “You did,” Remus agreed. “But it wasn’t your cock and wasn’t your hand.” Just a foot away, Remus hands were demonstrating the techniques Sirius wanted desperately to experience.

 Hands out straight along the sides of his shaft, Remus’ thumbs rubbed up and down. Then his fingers curled, stroking all over. His whole body shuddered, and it told him to close his eyes and let go. But he wanted to watch Sirius’ expression more than anything else. He wanted to watch Sirius’ cock reacting to what was happening right in front of him.

 Sirius winced and chewed on his bottom lip. He tried thrusting upward to touch Remus. He tried pulling his hands free. But he was bound too tightly. He moaned, watching Remus build towards orgasm, unable to do anything about his own painfully throbbing cock.

 This, Remus was all too excited to see. Remus put one hand on Sirius’ thigh to steady himself, and pumped himself as quickly as he could with his other hand. Sirius moaned at the touch, writhing with pleasure. Remus joined in the moaning, spilling himself over Sirius’ crotch and chest.

 “Please,” Sirius gasped, meeting Remus’ eyes briefly, but then staring at the rest of Remus’ body with strong desire. “Please touch me,” he begged. “I admitted this month was a bad idea… I just want you again…” He swallowed and pulled as hard as he could on the cords, to no avail. Speaking with frankness, “You’ve just got to jerk me off, Remus. You’re too magnificent to watch… I’ve got to come. Please!”

 Remus nodded. “Don’t I always take care of you?” he said comfortingly. But instead of reaching down for Sirius, he climbed off the bed and reached for his wand. With care and a grin, he performed on Sirius the spell he was infinitely familiar with.

 Sirius gasped in shock as he felt the invisible hands tugging and pulling at his cock. They weren’t his, and they weren’t Remus’, but at this point he just wanted to get off and didn’t care how it happened. Nearly ready to burst without the touch, it was merely a few moments before he came with a strong thrust and a groan so deep Remus could almost feel it in his own toes.

 “Damn,” Sirius sighed, closing his eyes. Remus chuckled, aiming at the ropes and murmuring the release spell. A blue beam shot from the end of his wand, dissolving the cords to nothing, one at a time. Then he lay down beside Sirius on the bed and pulled the comforter up over them both.

 “D’you hate me now?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

 “Yeah,” Sirius replied sarcastically and nodded. “Absolutely.” He kissed Remus’ forehead, unable to do much else thanks to exhaustion. “Promise me you’ll do that to me again sometime even after this month is over?”

 “Just try and stop me.” One last spell cleaned them both off and allowed Remus to snuggle closer.