The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin - COMPLETE

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters used in this story. The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, and we greatly thank her for creating such a fantastic world, and fantastic characters for us to use and manipulate into fantastically perverted situations.

Authors Note: This is not your typical fan fiction. This is simply a role-play that a friend of mine and I have been doing for a short while, and we have both been enjoying it so much that we thought it needed to be shared. This explains the constant switching between Sirius’ and Remus’ points of view. We hope you enjoy!

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InvokingRainbows (Me!) : Remus J. Lupin and various “NPC’s”.

Slambitious (Scumdog): Sirus Black, and various "NPC's".

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Review Responses: We’re so glad you enjoyed chapter 12! I hope you enjoy them all, of course. This chapter isn’t nearly as deep, but we still think you’ll love it, we know Sirius and Remus sure did! ;)
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The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin

Chapter 13

Lesson Thirteen: Birthday Gifts
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 Sirius missed this. Of course he missed this. He was in his element again. It had been even longer since Sirius had been confident in what he was doing, what with the last time ending with Sirius cumming way too soon and in his pants. He would never let himself live that down, but at least it had happened with Remus, and not some girl who would spread it around to the entire school. He would prove his point, and he would prove it well. He didn't reply, with words that is. Sirius simply leaned his head down and nipped hard at the other's mouth, hips rocking in different directions, causing delicious friction between their two bodies.
 
And he would really have to remember to thank James for setting up this kink fest with the chains and locking them in the room. The two boys spent the rest of the day, and most of the night, having the most incredible make up sex that Sirius had ever had. Granted, he hadn't had much make up sex in his life. It seemed that all those long hours spent locked in the Shrieking Shack, making love to the werewolf over and over again, had done Sirius Black some good. There was pride in his voice when he spoke, again. There was a swag in his step when he walked, again. Another week had past since their night and day spent locked together, and it was now Sirius' favorite day of the entire year. His birthday.
 
The boy was born on October 28th, three days before Halloween, making Halloween his second favorite holiday. Second only to his birthday, of course, which bloody well should have been a national holiday. The only problem with this was that no one seemed to want to do anything for his birthday. James and Lilligan, Sirius' new nickname for Lily, had some plans together, or something like that, which really just meant that they were going to shag. Shagging? On his birthday? The only one that should be shagging on his birthday was Sirius. Well, Remus was included in that but the werewolf seemed bound and determined to not let Sirius do anything fun.
 
“But Mooooonnnyyyyy.” Sirius whined against Remus' ear. They were in the library, even though it was a Friday, and he was supposed to be doing his potions essay, but he found that teasing Remus was much more fun than doing some stupid homework assignment. Remus, it seemed, thought differently. “I don't want to do homeworkkkkkk. It's my biiiiirthdayyyyy.” He wined more against Remus' ear, and snuck a kiss against the boy's neck. It really wasn't fair at all, he shouldn't have to be cooped up in the library all day long on his birthday, of all days. He was of age now, and he wanted to do something fun, damn it.

Remus just sighed a little when Sirius continued his day of whining at him. Despite it being Sirius’ birthday, they had work to do! Did he really think that Remus was going to blow off studying for his stupid birthday? Of course, Remus did plan on blowing off studying, and probably blowing something else if he knew Sirius well enough, which he did. It was all part of the plan, though. Get Sirius all worked up and sad, thinking no one cares about his birthday, and then bam. Hit him with it.

He pushed Sirius away slightly, feigning a glare at him. “Sirius please, I can’t focus when you do that. Read your book!” he said, knowing that denying Sirius kissing him would probably be enough to get him to storm away. Just as Remus had been expecting, Sirius pouted, and then pushed himself away from the table, standing up.

“Fine then, why don’t you date your stupid books if they mean so much to you!” he said, stalking away from Remus grumbling to himself.

Remus couldn’t help but laugh once Sirius was out of earshot. Date his books? He’d have to remind Sirius later on, that as much as he loved books, they couldn’t shag him to the point of passing out the way Sirius could. So, it was time. Sirius was sulky enough to put his plans into action.

He pulled out a bit of enchanted parchment and scribbled on it, the neat and slightly slanted writing to appear on the twin to that parchment, that James had.

“Give me an hour, and then tell him.” it said. With that, Remus was up and on his way. He had plenty of preparations to make if he wanted to do this properly. So, off to the Room of Requirement he went.

Precisely an hour later, James went to Sirius with the news. “Remus said you left something back at the library, you better run and get it before it closes.” he said, before turning and walking away, not allowing Sirius time to answer back.

 Sirius, who had confined himself to his room out of sheer DESPAIR that no one wanted to do anything for his birthday, was a bit surprised when Prongs walked in, announced that Remus had left him something in the library, and he had better go get it before it closed, before walking right back out again. For a fleeting moment, Sirius thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be a present there with his name on it, but dashed that thought quickly. It was probably a book, or homework, or something equally Remus-y. But maybe it was a present. But it probably wasn't. But maybe-- His brain was having a fierce argument about this, until finally Sirius heaved a dramatic sort of sigh and got off his bed.
 
He took his time getting to the library, being that he could easily get in there if it was closed anyways. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to, because by the time he reached the library, the lights were still on and there was at least three other people still studying. The dark haired boy was surprised to find that Remus was no where to be found. He looked in the restricted section, near the spot for books about Ancient Runes, yet still no Remus. Finally, he checked back at the table they had been sitting at together a few hours before hand. There, on the table, was a note, in Remus' handwriting.
 
“Come to the Room of Requirement, I want to show you something. Don't get your hopes up, it's not much, but hurry anyways. -Remus” Sirius cocked an eyebrow. What was Remus up to? He folded the parchment up into a tiny square and tucked it in his pants pocket. Was he going to get a present now? Surely this meant a present was in store somewhere. The puppy grinned, turned on his heel, and sprinted out of the library, darting the daggers that were being shot at him by the three remaining people in the library for disrupting their studying. It didn't take him long to get to the Room of Requirement, having sprinted the entire way. He walked back and forth three times, asking for the place Remus wanted to meet him. On his third way past the seemingly empty wall, a door appeared.
 
Nearly squealing with joy, though he didn't because he was Sirius Black and did not squeal under any circumstance, he tugged open the door in front of him. Though he was excited, expecting to see Remus standing there with a present, Sirius was let down not a moment later. Not only was there no presents, there was no Remus either. In fact, there wasn't much of anything, that Sirius could see, at least. The room was nearly completely dark. He dug around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out his wand. He whispered “Lumos” and the tip of his wand ignited, casting a tiny bit of light into the room, but it didn't help much. Straight ahead of him, though, he saw what looked like a chair. Walking forward, he found out that it was indeed a chair. Maybe he was supposed to wait for his gift? That was it, Remus probably just wasn't there yet. Heaving a bit of a sigh, Sirius plopped down on the chair.

Remus had been waiting for Sirius to sit down, and as soon as his ass hit the chair, dim lighting came up all around the room. Remus was there, leaning in a corner. He stood up straight when the lights came up, revealing him, and he had an almost wicked grin on his face. “Sirius, there you are. You can really be slow sometimes.” he said, walking forward and flicking his wand. Little ropes shot out of the chair and promptly bound Sirius wrists behind the chair, as well as his ankles to the legs of the chair.

He took a few steps closer until he was standing a few feet away, tucking his wand away. “I got you something.” he said, holding a gift in his hand. “But you’ll have to...earn your gift.” he said, with a small grin. He undid the clasps of his own robes and let them fall, pooling at his feet. “You...think i’m sexy, Sirius, don’t you?” he asked, a small fake little pout on his face. He then began to undo the buttons on his shirt, popping them off slowly, until his shirt was hanging open, but not off yet. “You...want me, don’t you?”

Sirius' eyes were wide, being that as soon as he sat down, lights came on. It made the dark haired boy wonder if there had been a button on this chair that just happened to turn the lights on when he sat down on it. That thought quickly left him, as his eyes fell to Remus. The boy opened his mouth to reply, but before he had a chance to do so, ropes had shot out of the chair and bound the boy to his seat. This chair was the work of some dark wizard, Sirius thought, what with an invisible button that turned the lights on and ropes that shot out of the arms and legs. Or a perverted one, by the name of Remus Lupin. Regardless, he was stuck now.
 
“Earn my gift?” Sirius asked, cocking an eyebrow as he attempted to raise his arms, but had no luck, being that the ropes were tight. Those eyes widened more when Remus began to strip. Slowly, a smirk creeped across his face. Truthfully, being tied to this chair and being made to watch his boyfriend strip was probably the best present he could have asked for, and at this moment, Remus was the sexiest thing that Sirius had ever seen. And oh, he was being a tease too. The dark haired boy couldn't help but bite his lip. “If you untie me, I'll show you just how much I want you.” His voice was husky, but that couldn't really be helped, what with the sexual tension in the room skyrocketing with each passing second.

Remus finally let the shirt slip from his shoulders and pool around his feet, eyes coming up to meet with Sirius’. “Untie you?” he asked, almost as if the request was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “Why on earth would I do that?” he continued with his little strip-tease thing, the belt coming undone next, button, zipper, and finally, his pants pooled around his bare feet. (He’d already taken his shoes and socks off, because no matter who you are, it’s never sexy to watch someone hopping on one foot and fighting with their sneakers.) Standing there in his underwear now, if you could even call it that, Remus took a few more steps closer to Sirius.

“I know you like sexy things, Sirius.” he said, not loosing his confidence. At least not yet. “James thought you might like to see me in this.” he said lifting the waistband of the ‘man-thong’ he had on, and letting it snap back down onto is hip bone. To be truthful, Remus felt a bit silly in the thong, but he had to maintain if he wanted this moment to be perfect for Sirius, which he did. He took one last step forward and straddled Sirius on the chair, grinding his hips down immediately. “You...want to touch me Sirius, don’t you?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.

Why on earth would Remus untie Sirius? So Sirius could touch him, of course. But he supposed that asking to be untied once someone has tied you up wouldn't really work regardless of who it was that did the tying. The dark haired boy just stared, slack jawed, as his perfectly prim boyfriend was stripping in the most deliciously teasing sort of way. He hadn't really ever expected Moony to go that far, but once the other's pants were off, Sirius' eyes went straight to Remus' crotch, which was covered by, for lack of a better word, a thong. The other's manhood was visible, being that the fabric of his 'underwear' was stretched tight. Sirius almost started salivating, but he kept his composure, coughing slightly to clear his voice and his thoughts.
 
“You look good.” Sirius replied with enough tension in his voice to make that sound like the understatement of the century. He flicked his tongue out to lick his lips habitually, eyes now moving to stare at Moony's face. Before he knew it, Remus was on his lap, grinding those hips down on Sirius' lap like it was his bloody job and he was damn good at it. Sirius leaned his head back against the neck of the chair, chewing hard on his lower lip, his hands clenching into fists. He knew he couldn't break through the ropes, but he still wanted to try because Sirius touched Remus like it was his bloody job as well. The male gulped when Remus posed him that question. Well of course Sirius wanted to touch him, that should have been obvious, what with the male straining his arms, trying to rip through the ropes just so he could get at the other boy. “F..fuck..” Sirius groaned, raising his hips as best he could, craving more of that friction created between their bodies.

Remus grinned a little. Judging by Sirius’ reactions, he was doing a fantastic job. Perfect. He reached up and gripped Sirius shirt at the collar, beginning to undo the buttons there as well. He leaned in all the while still grinding against him, and kissed the bit of skin beneath where each button had been, as it was slowly revealed to him. Sirius had the most perfect chest, Remus thought at least, and he loved kissing and touching it.

Before too long, Sirius shirt was now hanging limply, skimming the floor behind him. Remus had pushed it off and over his shoulders, the only reason it was still on was because Sirius’ wrists were bound. Remus was now properly attacking Sirius’ chest with his mouth, kissing here and there, nibbling, and sucking on bits of flesh as well. “Sirius Black you are the sexiest man alive.” he purred into the other’s ear, his hand having snaked into it, gripping it and tilting it firmly to one side. With that, Remus licked from the base of Sirius’ neck, all the way up the side of it to just under his ear, before taking his earlobe between his teeth and tugging in a teasing manner.

This was by far the best birthday Sirius Black had ever had in his entire life. He supposed that was fitting, being that he only turned 17 once in his life, and he had wanted it to be a good one. His head fell back against the neck of the chair once more as Remus began to strip him. The kisses and nips to his chest were sending little shots of pleasure through Sirius' body. It didn't help that he couldn't move his arms or his legs, because the dark haired boy was soon sent into a state of complete and utter ecstasy. He let out a groan as Remus whispered in his ear, his eyes fluttering closed, teeth chewing on his bottom lip to relieve some of the tension he felt in his body, mainly his groin, being that his cock was fully hard now.
 
He felt Remus' tongue trace the length of his neck, and that sent another whirlwind of sensations coursing through his body. “F...Fuck..Remus...” Sirius spoke, his voice dripping with lust. The irony in his words made Sirius groan a bit more, being that all he really did want to do at the moment was fuck Remus, but he was still fully clothed and bound to the chair. “You're..such a tease..” Sirius' voice nearly cracked, the bulge in his pants reaching full mast. He needed to touch Remus, or he needed Remus to touch him. All this teasing was driving him completely insane.

Remus let out a soft sort of chuckle at Sirius declaration. “We’ll get there, don’t worry.” he whispered, sliding back on Sirius a bit until he could dip down, sitting on his knees in front of the chair. He began to undo the buttons on his jeans, found that it was going to be quite difficult for Sirius to get them off in his seated position, and promptly stood up. He turned away from Sirius, bending over (somewhat deliberately) to get his wand out of his robes that were in a pile a few feet away. He took a bit of extra time to do it as well, wanting to tease Sirius to the point of begging, for once.

After a few long moments, he stood up with his wand and turned back to Sirius, walking a few paces and pointing it directly at his pants. He muttered a soft spell, and the fabric was ripped away from Sirius body, leaving him in only his underwear. Remus could work with that just fine, so, he dropped back down to his knees, and gazed up into Sirius’ eyes. “Tell me Sirius, what should I do while I’m down here?” he asked, his lips close to the large bulge, but not touching it yet.

Sirius nearly sighed with relief when Moony slid down to undo his pants, but he kept his composure. He was unable to do so, however, the second the other boy stood up. Chewing on his lip, Sirius let out a frustrated sort of whine. There he was, helpless, cock hard, without even being able to move his arms or his legs, and Moony had just got up to find Merlin only knew what in the pile of clothes on the floor. But god, the boy did look good bent over like that, with nothing but a tiny bit of cloth that did nothing to cover up Remus' perfect ass. Sirius stared, licking his lips, wetting them, for his mouth had suddenly went quite dry.
 
 His eyes widened when Remus muttered a spell to rip his pants off. And by rip, they were literally ripped off, leaving the boy with only boxers and the little bit of shirt that wouldn't fall down all the way. Sirius could feel the other's breath on his crotch. Remus' lips were so close, and Sirius was so ridiculously turned on that he couldn't stand it. He whined again, raising his hips up to the best of his ability. That didn't do him much good though, and the dark haired male laid his head back once more, eyes shut, his cock throbbing. He didn't want to beg. He didn't want to do it. Sexually, he didn't beg all that often. But now, he didn't really have any other choice if he wanted to receive the attention he needed.
 
“Please..” His voice was soft, but still took on that gravely tone. He leaned his head back up, just a little bit, and with half lidded eyes, Sirius gazed down into Remus' amber toned eyes. He chewed hard on his bottom lip, and his hands had clenched back into fists. He let go of his bottom lip, slowly dragging his teeth off, before he let out a heavy sort of breath. Fuck, fuck he needed Remus. “I need it..” He continued, not able to hold back the lust that still held itself in his voice.

Remus felt a shiver go down his spine. Of course he knew he was driving Sirius mad, but it was so much damn fun. Plus, the more he teased, the harder Sirius would cum for him. “Need...what?” he asked, smirking a bit as he looked up at the other. His fingertips were now sliding up Sirius legs, starting at his ankles, and ghosting across his knees.

“I’m touching you, aren’t I?” he asked, his hands moving up and then sliding between his legs to tease his inner thighs, though making sure not to touch his throbbing bulge. “Unless...you want something else. I’m sorry love, you’ll have to be more...specific.” He knew Sirius was going to get him back for this somehow, but damn it, it was just so much fun. He couldn’t help himself.

Sirius was going to positively murder Remus. Well, as soon as his cock stopped throbbing and as soon as he was let out of this chair. Remus was being such a little tease. The male let out another groan, an even louder one escaping his lips when Remus' fingers got to his inner thighs. The higher up the other's fingers went, the more the bulge in his underwear throbbed. “Fuck..” Sirius blurted out, trying as hard as he could to raise his hips up, even just another inch, but he still couldn't, not without twisting his arms out of place. His body relaxed after that attempt had failed, though not by much. God he needed Remus to touch him. He didn't care where, specifically, though he preferred those hands, and those lips be on his painfully swollen cock.
 
“Just fucking..” he began, letting out a groan again, his hands clenching tighter, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as a feeble attempt at distracting himself. “Touch me..my cock...Fucking touch my cock..” Sirius didn't have the most eloquent way with words when he was this turned on, his vocabulary usually dwindling down to swears and grunts. “Please..” He really didn't like to beg. He really, really didn't like it. But there seemed to be no other alternative at the moment, and he needed some kind of release before his cock just gave up on him, detached itself, and walked off into the sunset.

Remus smirked, and stood up again, knowing Sirius was probably going to think he was going to leave him there or something. But he didn’t, of course. He pointed his wand and once more, just like before, fabric tore, and ripped away, leaving Sirius now completely naked. He straddled Sirius hips once more, tearing his own thong off easily, as the fabric was rather thing, and began to rub Sirius shaft between his cheeks, kissing him on the neck all the while.

“There, I’m touching it.” he purred into his ear, nibbling again teasingly there. “Did you...want anymore? Or, is this good enough.” he said, grinning. Remus was honestly surprised at how good he was at this, really. If you’d have told him he’d be an expert at sexually teasing his boyfriend before now, he’d have laughed in your face.

He was going to die. Literally. Well, maybe not literally, but close to it. When Remus stood, and pointed his wand at Sirius' crotch, the dark haired wizard panicked, but only briefly. It wasn't often that he found himself tied to a chair, pants off, with a wand pointed right at his crown jewels. He was relieved, however, when Remus cast the spell to make his underwear rip off. So there he was, naked, tied to a chair, rock hard, and it was all Remus' fault. He had half a mind to swear at the boy, but all thoughts in his mind were gone a moment later when the other straddled Sirius' waist and began to tease the head of his erection. That, combined with the licks and kisses to his neck and ears were enough to make Sirius throw his head back and moan loudly. It was a good thing the two were in the room of requirement, and not their dormitory, because he was sure that moan would have caused James and Peter to have a conniption.
 
Sirius wanted to speak, to reach out and touch Remus, to push the boy down on his cock, but it seemed he could do none of those things. Remus' teasing were feeling so fucking good in all the right places all at once and it rendered Sirius temporarily speechless. He chewed hard at his bottom lip, needing something to distract himself, but even that was no good. Letting go of his lip, his lips parted once more, and he groaned. “..P..please..Remus...Please..” Sirius had done more begging tonight than he had, sexually speaking, than he had in months. Years maybe. “R..Ride it..I need it...Fuck...” He couldn't speak in clear sentences because he honestly just couldn't think in coherent thoughts. He was losing his mind more and more with each passing second and there was nothing he could do about it.

Remus hummed softly, before leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “You want me to put your cock in my ass?” he asked coyly, feigning an innocent expression of surprise. “But Sirius...that’s...something you should never, ever do. You know, it’s...naughty.” he said, smirking a little, though he’d maneuvered his hips so that the head of Sirius’ cock was already teasing at his entrance, though not pushing in yet.

After a few moments of this, he decided that Sirius had been tortured enough. “Happy Birthday Sirius, I love you.” he said, before kissing him deeply and slamming his hips down, Sirius’ erection shoving up into him so quickly that it was a bit painful. Perfect. Just the way Remus loved it. He began to ride him, moving his hips up and down as fast as he could, all the while kissing and licking at Sirius’ lower lip. “Fuck...I love you.” he groaned, clenching his ass here and there, wanting Sirius to have the best fuck of his life.

Sirius nearly screamed out that yes, yes he did want his cock in Remus' ass and he didn't care if it was naughty because that's what made it good, but he found that he couldn't speak. Remus had shifted his hips so that Sirius' cock was just nearly inside, but not quite yet. If only the dark haired boy could move his hips up, just an inch, he'd be inside. That tiny bit of attention to the head of his erection sent shivers down his spine and Sirius arched his back, as best as he could, given his current situation. A few moments later, Remus' lips were on his, and Sirius finally got what he had been craving for Merlin only knew how long. He kissed Remus' lips like he needed it to live, biting hard at the boys' bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment.
 
And then Remus was riding his cock, and telling Sirius that he loved him, which made the already sexually charged male go into overdrive. His hands had clenched into fists again, because he wanted so bad to reach out and touch his boyfriend. “Fuck..Fuck..” He growled, letting out a loud sound against Remus' mouth. Sirius could not recall a better birthday present, or Christmas present, or any present, really. This was the best he could have asked for, even if he couldn't touch the other. Deep down, Sirius enjoyed Remus being in control, calling the shots, riding Sirius' cock like it was a toy for Remus' amusement. That thought alone made a small gasp fall from Sirius lips. “I..love you..too..” He choked out, attempting to roll his hips up to meet Remus'. Gods this felt good.
 
He tugged Remus' top lip between his teeth and nipped at it, letting go a moment later to take the bottom one in his mouth, sucking and licking at it. The pressure was already starting to build in his body, being that Remus was clenching and unclenching around Sirius, that tight canal feeling so warm and tight and fucking delicious, and it left the boy shaking and convulsing slightly already. “Fuck..Remus..oh my..god..” His voice was low, deep, and floated out against the other's lips. He normally didn't talk too much, during sex, but he couldn't do much else, save for enjoy the intense feelings that he was getting from Remus.

Remus was enjoying himself now just as much as Sirius was, if possible. It felt so good to have Sirius deep in his ass, and it showed in the expressions he was making, and the little squeaks and whimpers the were escaping him. “Gods Sirius...” he purred, reaching down and gripping his own erection. He began to clench down more frequently now that he was stroking himself.

“Cum in my ass Sirius.” he panted out. “P-please, I want...it in my ass...” he begged, his forehead resting on Sirius’ shoulder now as his hips continued to move at a feverish pace. He could feel himself reaching climax, and knew that he would get there soon. But, it was Sirius’ birthday. He had to come first. Plus, Remus always came best when he felt that warm sticky cum shooting into his ass. It was the best feeling in the world.

All that clenching on Sirius' erection was torturous to Sirius, but in the best way possible. He moans and groans were more frequent, and the pressure of his eminent orgasm was building and building by the second. Birthday sex was always the best sex in the entire world, because usually, it revolved completely around Sirius getting the most pleasure out of the situation. And what with Remus being so god damn sexy, clenching his body and moving his hips the way he was, the mission was accomplished.
 
Remus didn't have to tell Sirius twice, the quickened movements that the other was doing, bobbing up and down on Sirius' cock like that making it damn near impossible to hold back any longer. And the other wouldn't have to wait long for Sirius' climax, what with a few moments later the flood gates that held back Sirius' orgasm breaking. Sirius bucked his hips up, leaning his head back as far as it would go, letting out a long stream of groans, his toes curling, his eyes slamming shut, his hands clenching into fists as tight as he could manage. Those white hot ribbons of cum soon coated the inside of Remus' ass as Sirius' body convulsed, the male riding out his orgasm as long as he could. “F..fuck..” he said, his hips still shuddering, his chest heaving, having just experienced the most powerful orgasm he had had in a long, long time.

Remus could easily feel just how strong that orgasm was. It was so strong that he could feel Sirius’ cock flexing in his ass, and it drove him bloody insane. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, one final stroke to his cock sending him tumbling over the edge as well. Thick, hot, white cum spilled out all over Sirius’ chest and stomach, and Remus didn’t stop riding until he’d completely finished, going limp against Sirius now, his forehead resting on his shoulder once more.

“Happy...birthday...” he mumbled, his eyes closed now, body completely worn out. He had to admit, that if he were to ride Sirius like this all the time, he’d never be able to do anything else. It had made him so damn tired. He clambered off of Sirius after a few moments, waving his wand to clean up their mess and release Sirius, before beginning to pull on his clothes. “Did...you enjoy it?” he asked, standing there now fully dressed, a faint blush on his cheeks.

If Sirius hadn't already came by this point, all that flexing and moving Remus did when he came would have made it happen, and it nearly did, again. The boy shuddered hard, his hands finally relaxing, deep crescent shapes now etched into the palms of his hands. It had been a happy birthday, and a great ending to a happy birthday. Sirius barely even noticed that his hands were free, in fact it took Remus speaking to him before he realized he could move his arms and legs again. He stood up slowly, his legs shaking a bit. Reaching down, he picked up his pants from the floor, and shook his shirt back onto his shoulders, though leaving it unbuttoned.

 “I came, didn't I?” Sirius mused softly, offering the other a smile as he tugged his pants on. Once he and Remus were dressed, Sirius crossed the small space that was left between them and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist, hoisting him up about a foot in the air, so that Remus' feet were no longer touching the ground. He smiled wide and pressed a kiss to the other's nose, before spinning the pair around a few times. “That was the best fucking birthday present I've ever gotten.” Sirius said with a smile, still not putting Remus down yet. “But what about that other thing you got me?” He cocked an eyebrow, and then the other, then wiggled them suggestively at the other.

Remus blushed brightly when Sirius tugged him off the ground, his feet dangling helplessly a few inches off it. “Sirius” he began, about to tell him to put him down, and that he was not a doll, but then he began to be twirled, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He kissed the other back on the cheek and nodded. “Yeah, I made you something actually.” he said, scampering away from him as soon as he was set down to retrieve the gift, which was wrapped perfectly in white paper, with little black dogs, and silver wolves that Remus had charmed to be playing together all over it.

He handed it to Sirius, waiting nervously for him to unwrap it. The gift was a leather bound book, that held two purposes. The front part was a photo album, charmed so that the only person who would see the photos would be Sirius. They contained all the pictures that they’d taken that day back at Remus’ home, as well as a few others they’d taken since coming back to Hogwarts. Then, the second half of the book was a diary. Well, sort of. remus had a twin for said diary, and the way it worked was that if Remus or Sirius wrote in their own, it would appear not only for them, but in the twin’s diary as well. That way, they could communicate no matter where they were.

 Sirius had to physically stop himself from squealing when Remus scurried over to get his present. The boy was a little spoiled in that way, he loved getting presents. He loved giving them too, but today was his day, and he wanted whatever Remus had to give him. The boy's eyes were wide with excitement as he took the present from the other. It had the coolest wrapping paper Sirius had ever seen. Normally the boy would have just ripped through the paper just to get to the gift, but the paper was a gift within itself, so very carefully, he began to pull the tape off, trying to salvage as much of the gift as he possible could. Once the paper was off, Sirius' eyebrows went up as far as they could go, nearly hiding themselves in his hairline. Of course Remus would get him a book. But once Sirius opened said book, he let out a little gasp in surprise.

The first several pages of the book had all the photos the two had taken together. That alone made him smile as wide as he could. He continued flipping, stopping to look at all the pictures for moment, before finally reaching the back of the book, which held paper that he assumed he could write on. His grin widened, if that were even possible, and closed the book, reaching behind him to set it on the lone chair in the room before throwing his arms around Remus with all his might. “Thank you.” He breathed softly, the sound muffled just a bit against Remus' sandy blond hair. “For everything. For being with me and loving me. Thank you.” He smiled into the other's hair and placed a kiss to the top of Remus' head. It really had been the best birthday he could have asked for.

Remus was glad that Sirius liked it, and when the other threw his arms around him, his heart skipped a beat like it always did when they touched. “Of course Sirius, it’s not like I could help myself if I even wanted to, you know.” he said, nuzzling into his neck and kissing him softly there.

After the long embrace, he explained how the diary portion worked, pulling out the twin that he’d brought with him and placing it on the chair, open to the first page. “Alright, go ahead, try it out.” he said, handing Sirius a quill and settling down on the floor next to Sirius, leaning against him a little. “I figure...this way, even if for whatever reason we’re not together, we can always talk to each other.” he said, kissing him on the cheek. “For example...if you’re in detention, even, and you get bored, you can write to me!”

Sirius couldn't really express just how happy that gift made him. Not because it was exceptionally expensive, and not because it was something he had always wanted. Remus just..knew Sirius. He knew Sirius so well, and he knew the things that Sirius needed, even when the dark haired boy didn't know it for himself. The gift was perfect, because Remus had put thought into it, and that mattered more to Sirius than anything the other could have bought him. When Remus pulled out the twin book, Sirius just smiled, as wide as he could.
 
“You're so damn cute.” Sirius mused softly, taking the quill that Remus had given him. So this diary..book..thing, if he wrote in it, and Remus had his, they could talk to each other. Well that was interesting. With the end of the quill poised against his lips, the male thought for a moment about what he wanted to write to the other. “Hmmm.” He said aloud, turning slightly so that Remus couldn't see what he was writing on his own book. “No peeking.” He continued, shooting a glance behind his shoulder at Remus just to check before he began to scribble. His handwriting looked a bit like James', scrawled, but much smaller, less loopy, than the bespectacled boy. With a stead hand, Sirius wrote “Hi.” because that was all he could think of at the time.

Remus just shook his head when he saw what Sirius had written, picking up the twin of his own, he drew a rather large heart around the word, and scribbled the date.