Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 30

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R? NC-17?

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: 1,176

Part 30

            Remus clutched his robe tightly in his fist, looking down on it as he chewed on his bottom lip.

            Lygerastia, he had read in one of those books the other day, was the condition of only being aroused in darkness. That wasn’t him. There was endytolagnia, arousal only from a clothed sex partner. Even if he considered himself that other partner, when tossing off, that still wasn’t him. If he had to give it a fancy name, it might come close to misapodysis, the hatred of undressing in front of someone. But that wasn’t exactly it, either.

            And, just because Sirius Black was mad enough to actually like the look of Remus’ body, it didn’t mean Remus had to suddenly start liking it as well. Remus liked to think, though with no way to prove it, that even if he weren’t a werewolf, he wouldn’t be so keen about his body. There was nothing special about it, really. Just your typical scrawny eighteen year old. He was pale (no matter how long he lay out in the sun). His eyes were a boring brown (no matter how many times Sirius told them they were amber). But his lycanthropy certainly had not been kind to his appearance, either. Always a little too skinny, always a little tired-looking, and covered in scars from close to two hundred transformations. The more superficial scratches and bites could be helped with balms and herbal ointments, but many of his scars would be carried for the rest of his life. He could do nothing about that apart from add to them. He knew each one of them well, even if he hated looking upon them.

            Of course, that was before this month. Before he spent a month of being just with his body, a month of pleasuring himself and deriving pleasure from himself. That was before he started to get to know what good things his body was capable of doing to itself. And those things were so very good that they dwarfed the self-inflicted bites and scratches.

            After all the pleasure his body had given him, he felt he owed it to himself to at least give himself another look. He promised himself that this time, he would watch it all. His hand trembled for a moment, before he got a hold of himself and dropped his robes to the floor of the bathroom.

            The full-length mirror in the prefect’s bathroom was something he usually avoided, but now he stood in front of it, inspecting himself. Same old Remus. Same scars, same bite marks, same old conservative haircut, same old…

            He watched as his hand touched his cock. His cock twitched and his mouth curved into a smile. Of course Remus had seen his cock when he’d had sex, or when he was masturbating, but he’d never seen himself in his entirety.

            Glancing at the door to be certain he had locked it, Remus sat down on the floor in front of the mirror. He sat upon his jumble of clothes so his arse wasn’t directly on the floor of cold tile, and he faced the mirror. He looked deeply into his eyes, watching them widen slightly as he rubbed his cock and it grew harder. But then he watched his hands. They looked large in proportion to his body, and they easily drew his focus.

            Sirius always complimented him on his technique… and Remus had certainly grown to like his touch this month, as well. But seeing it while he was doing it brought his enjoyment to a level he hadn’t really been expecting. He found himself rather amazed at how nice they looked, sliding over his body like that. The contrast of skin against skin, the way they jerked when fingering a nipple, the way they naturally flipped over so the backs of his fingers could rake against his neck or his belly. They looked like they knew just what they were doing when they pulled his cock, like they’d been doing that for years, not just weeks.

            It felt that way as well. The sensations were unreal. That burn of pleasure filled him, starting in his cock and slowly spreading through the rest of his body. He gave smooth, long strokes down the shaft. Each time it made it to the end, his hand covered the head of his cock, and then it slid back up again more quickly. He breathed in time to the strokes, his body rocking slightly along with it. He spread his legs slightly and cupped his balls with one hand.

            Things were starting to hurt again, and he remembered that he’d forgotten the lube. Stopping now was a fate worse than death, so he merely slowed down considerably as he rummaged around in his clothes for the tube he’d brought or his wand, whichever came first. He realized, after nearly a full minute of wincing and searching, that he’d been sitting on the tube the whole time. At least that warmed it up a bit. He drizzled some straight on his cock and then added a dollop on his hand. He rubbed it in all over his cock, watching intently as he did so, but watching his reflection.

            He felt another urge and didn’t allow himself to think about it. He simply squirted a bit of lube on his chest as well. His fingers traveled over the bumps and lines even more smoothly and quickly. And when he got to his nipples with the slowly-warming gel, he gasped happily, firmly rubbing the nubs in circles.

            His body flushed, making his scars stand out more than ever. It made them nearly white in color against his pale skin. He could see them so clearly now. They made him look marked… unbridled… wild. Well, perhaps wild wasn’t precisely the right word, but it was close and he didn’t have a reference book handy to consult. They made him look just like he was feeling on the inside. In this state, they fit him perfectly.

            Remus felt his pelvis twitch and soon he was thrusting into both his hands. He watched his body moving, jerking in need but looking strangely elegant. He saw his muscles flex and release. He saw his chest rise and fall as his breaths came faster. He saw his short hair moving in waves, back and forth.

            And then he saw his eyes, with that incredible hunger in them like he’d never seen before. That expression was the one he’d seen on Sirius and on Severus and even Peter, on his face now.

            He was only half conscious of it, as the other half of him was given over to the orgasm. His mouth hung open and he was moaning and he was coming. Oh Merlin, coming hard. So hard! Despite his promise to himself to watch, he had to close his eyes for a few moments as the sensations passed through him. And then he could relax and take in the look of satisfaction on his face and in his body.