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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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We are SOOO glad you enjoyed that last chapter! ;) Don’t worry, this one is full of some hot ‘n sexy Sirius on Remus lovin’. We just thought that it was much more realistic for drunk people to be all talk, and then once they get up to the bedroom it’s just time to pass out. ;) Keep checking back, we’ll have more for you soon!
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The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin

Chapter 16

Lesson Sixteen: Christmas Day
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Sirius had been having a very nice dream about chasing Remus around the quidditch pitch when suddenly he heard a rather shrill sound emanating from all sides of the dormitory. Shooting up, nearly hitting his head as he did so, Sirius blinked his eyes quickly, rubbing at them with his hands. “What in the bloody fuck..who turned those on?” He asked, noticing that every single alarm in the room was going off all at the same time. Sleepily, Sirius reached for his want, which was on the table with his journal and quill from the night before, and cast a quick silencing spell on the alarms. Once the room was silent again, Sirius looked down at the edge of his bed and found dozens upon dozens of presents, and a rather large box on the floor.
 
His eyes widened. Of course he had been expecting gifts from his admirers, but he hadn't been expecting one that big. Sirius, being the child that he was, wanted to open that big box first, but decided to look for James' and Remus' presents first. James' present was near the top. Sirius grabbed it, ripped off the wrappings, and found a brand new pair of quidditch gloves. “Cheers!” He said happily, making a mental note to thank James for them. Setting the gloves down next to him, he then proceeded to go through all the smaller gifts on his bed, attempting to find Remus'. After he had sorted through each and everyone, the boy looked over the side of the bed once more and glared at that gigantic box. “No way.” He said to himself. What could Moony have given him that would have taken up that entire box?
 
With a cocked eyebrow, feeling a bit paranoid and a bit skeptical about this, Sirius slowly got off his bed, and made his way around to the box. Nudging it with his foot, Sirius contemplated this for a moment. Then, without warning, he ripped at the paper that was covering the box, tore open the lid, and let out the biggest gasp he could muster, before stepping back a few places. “REMUS?!” He yelled out, eyes wide. “IS THAT...ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!” he yelled out again, noticing what he was sure to be his boyfriend, dressed up in glittery green and red wrappings, crouching in that box. If he were a weaker man, he would have passed out completely. But since he was Sirius, and had to contain himself, he merely gawked at the other boy.

Remus could hear Sirius looking through all the other gifts, and had to force himself not to growl just a bit. Damn it, he was getting sore being all cramped up in this damn box, and he just wanted Sirius to got to it! Of course, Sirius did, and Remus sat up a little, smiling sheepishly at him. He felt so damn silly in that stupid outfit, with his hair like that, but he was just happy to see Sirius.

“Surprise!” he said, blushing just a bit. “I’m...i’m your...gift.” he said, looking away from him. “Do...you like your present?” he asked hopefully, though he knew that he was most likely about to be pounced on, and he was completely fine with that.

 Sirius was torn between yelling out a stream of curses because Remus had tricked him, and pouncing on the boy in front of him. What happened, instead, was a sort of mix between the two. “Fuckk..” Sirius breathed, dark eyes taking in his Christmas present, Remus clad in an outfit very similar to that Halloween thing he had bought the other, but made entirely of what appeared to be Christmas wrapping paper. Sirius took his bottom lip into his mouth and bit on it, taking the other in from his head, to his toes, and then back again. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”
 
Of course he loved his present, there was no doubt at all about that, what with Remus not really being gone at all, that was a good enough present. “So, does that mean I get to unwrap you?” He asked, slowly regaining his ability to think clearly. He took a few steps forward, closing the small gap that he had created between the two. Reaching a hand out, he ran the back of his palm and his fingertips down Remus' chest, to the skin tight underwear that the other had on, then back up again. “And since you're my present, does that mean I get to play with you?” he paused for a moment, digging his nails into the skin right above Remus' crotch. “I've never got a toy this fun for Christmas, before.” His voice had dropped to a whisper, and with his free hand, he wrapped an arm around the other's waist and tugged him towards himself, chest against chest, pelvis against pelvis.

Remus shivered at the sound Sirius had made. He knew that the other was slipping into a sort of carnal need for him now, and could you really blame the poor boy? Remus looked absolutely delicious. “You...never read the cards first, do you?” he asked, pushing Sirius back just slightly before bending down to pick up the small card that had fallen off the top of the box. He shoved it into his hands and nodded. “Well, go on then, read it!”

The card read:

Sirius,

I hope you enjoy your gift, Sirius. I think you’ll find it to be more than satisfactory. I really do hope you’ll play with it as much as you can, and please don’t forget to unwrap it first. Being Christmas, I wanted to get you something that you could do anything with. Anything at all. So, have fun Sirius, and use your imagination.

Love,
Remus

 Of course Sirius never read Christmas Cards, he was always the type of child to rip open his presents as quick as he could, just so he could play with the toy inside. Letting out a small sort of growl, he took the card from Remus, dark eyes scanning over the parchment. Slowly, as his eyes danced across the page, a smirk began to crawl over the boy's features. Before too long, the hand holding the card to his face lowered, and his eyes locked with Remus'. So Remus was his Christmas present, his toy, and he could do whatever he wanted. That sounded like the best present he could have asked for. He let the card drop to the floor, taking another step towards Remus, his hand reaching out to trace over those ribbons. Grabbing a hold of one of the green ribbons, he tugged, until Remus was flush against him.
 
“Naughty, naughty, Remus.” Sirius breathed, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips. Both of his hands found their place on the other's hips, slowly tracing up and down the boy's sides, fingers touching bare skin, fabric, and ribbons. “I've always wanted to unwrap my very own werewolf.” Sirius whispered, hands already sliding to Remus' ass, cupping the muscle there. With a squeeze, Sirius hoisted Remus up into the air and wrapped the sandy haired boy's legs around his waist. It was a blessing, Sirius thought, that they had the entire dormitory to themselves, because he was going to use every inch of the space that he could for this 'present'.
 
Carrying Remus towards Sirius' bed, the dark haired male laid the other down, not so gently this time, and nudged the boys' legs apart, giving himself room to fit between them. “Now you're going to be good..” Sirius' voice had taken on that harsh, hoarse tone that it always did when he was about to fuck Remus senseless. “Because If you're not, I'm not going to play with you.” As he spoke, his hands took a hold of one of those ribbons wrapped around Remus' body, and pulled, until it came off. Had anyone seen them, Sirius might look a bit silly with a bright red ribbon in his hand, but that didn't matter so much. Before Remus had a chance to shift, Sirius took the other's hands and pulled his arms up above his head, holding them together by the wrist. With another quick movement, he had the red ribbon tied around Remus' wrists and looped through a hole on his bed. “Now be a good boy and stay still.”

Remus couldn’t help but shiver a little at the look in Sirius eyes as the card lowered. That was a look he’d seen plenty of times. If looks could mean certain things, which he knew this one did, and if looks could talk, this would probably say something like “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you, and so help me God if you resist, I still won’t stop.” or something to that extent.

Of course, Sirius had lifted him and tossed him down onto the bed within seconds. Be good? Well, he supposed that depended on what Sirius meant as good. If he meant the typical definition of good, then Remus was most certainly not. However, if he meant that he wanted Remus to be obedient, vocal, and as slutty as he could be, well then, Remus was going to be very good.

Remus gazed up at Sirius from his now rather permanent position, his cheeks flushed just a little. However, there was a small glint in his eye, and a grin on his face. “Of course Sirius, you’re the alpha.” he whispered, wiggling his hips in a slightly suggestive way. “Of course, you shouldn’t really get used to it, because we both know I’ve got the control in this relationship. But, as part of your gift.” he said, with another wiggle of his hips. “I give you complete and utter control, for one day only.”

 Despite being turned on beyond all reason, Sirius still managed to smirk down at the pretty little werewolf tied to his bed. “Ohh no no no.” The dark haired male purred, fingers slowly sliding down Remus' arms, and towards the other's chest, with all the rest of those colored ribbons. “You don't have the control in this relationship, Moony.” His voice was stern, but so coated in lust that it would be hard to find any malice in the words. “You're the one who begs me to fuck you..” Sirius drove his hips down against Remus', slamming the other against the bed. “And you're the one who begged me to whip him.” A roll of the hips followed that whispered tease directed at the boy underneath him. Remus may be a werewolf, but Sirius was never, not ever, going to bottom for another person without some kind of fight along with it. Though, fighting with Remus for dominance didn't sound half bad to the pureblood.
 
He supposed then that he should stop talking, but was having more fun teasing his lover than anything else at the moment. Besides, Remus was his present after all, and he could do what he wanted. That thought made another smile spread across his lips. As skilled fingers slowly began to pull apart the ribbons that held together Remus' Christmas outfit, a glint appeared in Sirius' eyes, the kind of glint that only happened when he was planning something devious. It didn't take long for all the ribbons to fall from the boy, until finally he was left in just those tight little shorts. Leaning down, for what was the first time since Remus returned, Sirius pressed a heated kiss against the other's mouth, capturing and claiming it for his own, while his hips raised up, giving his hands enough room to yank the shorts Remus had one down to the boys' knees, and then off completely.  
 
Once he had discarded those shorts, somewhere in the dormitory, Sirius sat up, panting slightly from that kiss. But his smirk remained, never faltering. When he spoke, his voice held a smooth sort of tone, like honey across freshly paved cement. “You're fucking beautiful, you know?” As he spoke, Sirius slowly slid off the other and into a standing position, leaving Remus naked, completely, and tied to his bed post. “I think I might just want to look at you for a while.” He chuckled and reached out, using the backs of his fingertips to trace up Remus' chest, then back down again, those fingers brushing against Remus' pelvis, and over his hips, before pulling his hand back. “You don't mind, do you?” Another smirk, and Sirius sat himself down on the edge of the bed, Remus still within touching distance. “If I just look at you?” Slowly, the boy's fingers walked themselves up the other's inner thigh, getting dangerously close to Remus' cock but refusing to touch it.

Remus frowned a little when Sirius pulled away, but found himself blushing quickly. “Sirius I...I am not. I’m not beautiful, and I’m not...a girl or anything. I’m...supposed to be handsome, like you are, but...I’m not even that.” he said, knowing full well that he was rambling. He didn’t know why, but for some reason he was nervous and more self conscious than he usually was. Maybe it was the fact that his hair was all done up with glitter, and that he was currently tied to Sirius’ bed naked, glitter left over most of his body from the ribbons.

He was trying his best to ignore Sirius. He didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction of begging so soon. Though, it was very difficult to resist, what with Sirius running his fingers and hands over him like that. So tantalizing and teasing. He let out a soft, deep growl from the back of his throat, struggling at the ribbons holding him there, though Sirius had somehow managed to do a great job of tying him so that he had no hope of breaking free.

“Sirius you...aren’t supposed to just stare at your toys!” he reminded the other boy, telling himself that it was not indeed begging, simply stating the facts. “You’re...you’re supposed to play with them so, so get to playing damn it!” he said, his voice slightly harsh, though in reality, Remus felt small and helpless.

Sirius, being the immature child that he was sometimes, let out a boyish sort of giggle when Remus protested. Of course he was going to play with his toy, but he had decided as soon as he saw Remus in that box that the other boy was going to have to beg spectacularly for that to happen. Taking his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it lightly, Sirius scooted just a little closer to Remus, so that both of his hands could reach the other boy. “Now now, Remus, you said I could do whatever I wanted with my toy in that card you made me read.” A smirk cut across Sirius' face as he spoke, all ten fingertips gliding up and down the other's inner thighs.

 Dark eyes flicked up to the ribbons holding the other boy in place, smirking a bit to himself. Remus wasn't going to be able to break those, Sirius was seasoned at tying people to surfaces, beds, desks. Leaning down some, eyes locking with Remus', Sirius placed a small kiss on Remus' knee, then slowly traced those small, chaste kisses up his thigh. “And..” He paused for a moment, his fingers taking a hold of the boy's thighs. “Since I'm Alpha..” He dug his fingernails into Remus' thighs. “You don't get to tell me what to do today.” He smiled up at his boyfriend, laying another soft kiss on his thigh, his fingers challenging that soft skin, Sirius raking those nails down Remus' thighs not a moment later. He was going to have as much fun teasing Remus as he possibly could before he couldn't control himself to hold back any more.

Remus gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as Sirius kept on kissing him here and there, but ultimately denying him the pleasure of being touched where he so desperately needed it. His cock was standing at full attention now, and throbbing quite painfully. It was oddly embarrassing to be like that. Laying there, naked, with your cock hard, and not able to do anything about it while someone danced their fingers all over you, never giving you what you really wanted.

“I...I know I did Sirius but...” he bit his lower lip. No. He was not going to argue. He was stronger than that! Besides, Sirius was right. He had said that he could do anything he wanted, and if Sirius simply wanted to stare at him, or tease him, then Remus would have to let him. This was a gift for Sirius, after all, not just some regular play session. “I...I’m sorry then.” he said, his eyes finding Sirius’. “You do...exactly...as you please.” he said, his breathing having picked up a little from his so obvious arousal. “But I swear if...if we both...don’t cum...by the end of the day, then as soon as it hits midnight, I’m going to punish you for...for being...being so mean.”

Well that was no good, Sirius had wanted Remus to beg him. A threat wasn't nearly the same as being begged, and Sirius allowed a frown to cross his lips before regaining his composure. He would get Remus to beg him, so help Merlin. Placing one more kiss on the bend of Remus' hip, Sirius moved, shifted himself, and straddled the other's calves. “I'm not being mean if you enjoy it.” Sirius mused, using the backs of his fingers to trace over Remus' thighs once more, fingertips motioning little circles and hearts against the other's skin for a few moments, before digging his nails hard into the skin, raking them up the boy's thighs, leaving not-so-faint red lines in their wake.
 
Once those fingers reached Remus' hips, Sirius grabbed a hold of his boyfriend's hipbones, tracing his thumbs over the jutting bones that he loved so much. Switching back between soft touches and harsh ones seemed to be having an affect that he liked on the other boy, what with Remus being hard as a rock. Taking pity on Remus, for only a moment, the dark haired boy dipped his head down, pressing the softest of kisses to Remus' tip, tongue flicking out to press against the slit, lapping there for a few, precious seconds before he sat back up, staring at Remus' face. The other boy really was beautiful, regardless of what he said. Sirius was handsome, gorgeous even, if he did say so himself. But Remus held a beauty that even Sirius couldn't obtain. That fact astounded Sirius, and it took all his self control to not lean down and kiss the boy underneath him.

Remus couldn’t help himself at this point. He let out a soft, growling moan when Sirius took pity on him for only a moment and licked at his tip earning him not only that moan but also a rather loud gasp of “Fuck.” When Sirius pulled away though, and went back to staring at him, he turned an even darker shade of red.

“S-Sirius you...you can’t just...do that and..stop!” he said, though he knew that Sirius could do whatever he wanted. Remus had told him so himself, and now he was just spouting out anything at all to keep from begging, despite how badly he wanted to give in and plead with Sirius for the attention his cock so sorely needed.

“At...at least...explore my...my body a little more or something!” he suggested, wiggling his hips again. “You...can turn me over and explore my back and...my ass and all that.” he said hopefully, knowing that this way he could at least get some friction between himself and the bed, if nothing else was provided by Sirius.

 “Now Remus..” Sirius began, smirking despite himself, his fingers slowly inching themselves back up Remus' chest as he spoke. “You can't just give me free reign and expect me to not do whatever the fuck I want.” He smirked again, tongue flicking out to wet at his lips. His own erection was starting to throb against his boxer shorts, but he tried his best to ignore it, being that he wanted to spend every single second that he could teasing his boyfriend into complete hysterics, begging and pleading to be touched more than what the dark haired boy was doing. Once Sirius' fingers reached Remus' nipples, the boy rubbed his thumbs over the nubs there, before taking them between both his thumbs and index fingers, giving them a nice little squeeze.
 
While his hands were busying themselves up Remus' chest, Sirius dipped his head down for just a moment, tongue flicking out again to trace a small circle around the other's navel, before nipping at the skin there, and tracing his lips back down to Remus' pelvis'. With a low, rumbling sort of growl, Sirius nudged Remus' knees apart, and fit himself in between the boy's legs. He had missed the ability to tease Remus so badly that the boy nearly cried for release. It was that Black bloodline in Sirius that made him attracted to torture, even if it was only sexual. Dusting kisses over Remus' pelvis, Sirius then placed a small, almost tentative lick to Remus' shaft. “Beg for me.” The dark haired boy whispered, breath hot against the other's cock. “Beg for what you want, and maybe you'll get it.”

 He knew that would at least get something out of Remus, whether or not his boyfriend was ready to beg, yet. With his fingers on Remus' nipples, Sirius gave them another tweak, running his thumb nails over the buds, before his fingers made their way back down, tracing nails over each of Remus' ribs. Sirius was sure that he, himself, was going to be covered in that glitter that Remus was wearing, but considering the prize he would receive, the pureblood didn't really mind that idea so much. “Beg me.” Sirius whispered one last time, the words sounding like a groan as he placed another tentative lick to Remus' cock, dark eyes locking themselves with Remus' amber pools.

As much as Remus was whining, and gritting his teeth, and feeling frustrated with Sirius for not just getting on with it, he couldn’t help but feel a small bit of appreciation for all the practice Sirius had had before meeting him. Of course, he didn’t like to think about Sirius with others, but the fact that his boyfriend was an expert at everything sexual really did make Remus quite happy. Even being tortured as he was now, despite his resistance to begging, was extremely exciting and pleasurable, in a sort of pain mixed with pleasure type of way.

It felt good when Sirius began to tweak and play with his nipples like that. Better when he got a bit more rough, the pain sort of pooling in Remus mind, where it would build and build, and make the pleasure he would (hopefully) soon receive exponentially greater. He was still resisting though. He wasn’t ready to beg yet. No, he would remain strong but then Sirius did something that earned him a rather loud shuddering groan. Those nails raking down his body, combined with the lick on his shaft, finally sent Remus tumbling over the edge of his willpower.

“Fuck...Sirius please.” he whispered, his voice hoarse, eyes closed and rolling back. “Gods I need it...Fucking do it please, I...I want to feel you lick me, suck me, whatever just...just fucking do it!” he moaned, struggling a little more, his hands clenching and unclenching trying to break free of those damned ribbons, but of course, he couldn’t.

Well that was much better, in Sirius' opinion. The boy underneath him moving and struggling, begging and pleading, successfully managed to make Sirius' already raging erection throb just a bit more. He'd have to get rid of his boxer shorts, but now wasn't the time for that. With eyes still locked on Remus', Sirius sat up just a bit, his fingers now positioned on Remus' outer thighs, nails clawing at the skin there. As if to combat the clawing, Sirius bent his head down, and with a quick flick of the tongue, had Remus' swollen head in his mouth, tongue tracing and lapping over the head, swallowing down the precum that continued to leak against his tongue as the muscle worked to lick every bit of Remus' tip. Refusing to look away from the boy below him, Sirius, with nails digging into Remus' thighs, lowered his head, taking more of Remus' cock into his mouth, tongue still working like made to taste every inch of Remus that it could. Within seconds, his nose was touching Remus' pelvis, and the head of the other's cock threatened his gag reflex.

 Never being one to show weakness in the face of complete sexual domination, Sirius gulped and let out a sort of growl, the sounds reverberating through his throat, his mouth, and surrounding Remus' cock with extra stimulation. After a few more moments of his mouth being full, Sirius slowly began to raise up, slowly, carefully, tongue exploring and tasting what it could reach, until only the tip remained in his mouth once more. Gulping just a bit, clearing his throat as he did so, Sirius' tongue flicked out once more, lapping as quickly as he could manage against the other's slit. He knew that Remus would end up cumming sooner or later with this treatment, but Sirius had decided long before that Remus was going to cum as many times as the dark haired boy could make him do it, so help him Merlin.

Remus had felt Sirius’ mouth on him before now plenty, but for some reason, most likely all the teasing and torturing that had taken place before the fact, this time felt better than ever. His head was tilted back, resting against the headboard of the four poster bed, his back arching and lifting his chest away from the sheets. Fuck, this felt amazing. Sirius really was the sex-god of Hogwarts, and Remus intended to let Sirius so whatever he wanted, his body the holy sacrifice. He was sure, though, that if he wasn’t chest deep in pleasure that the thought of being a sexual sacrifice to Sirius would be quite silly, but well, at the moment, it simply made his cock throb in the other’s mouth.

“S-Sirius.” he panted, his eyes fluttering open and meeting the other’s dark ones, Remus’ half lidded with lust and desire, his hips bucking up into the other’s mouth attempting to get as much pleasure as he could. He was already close, but he didn’t care. He knew that his coming wouldn’t put a stop to the Christmas festivities, so to speak. So, he allowed it to happen. His body tensed up, heart hammering in his chest, and with a rather loud cry, he came, shooting thick ropes of cum into Sirius’ mouth, whatever he failed to catch there landing across the other’s face.

The dark haired male had been expecting Remus to cum sooner or later, though it surprised him that Remus came so suddenly, with hips bucking up against Sirius. Smirking just a little bit, Sirius swallowed down the cum that had landed in his mouth, rolling his tongue slightly at the taste. It was then that he noticed just how much the other had came. Sirius' face felt odd, and his cheek was suddenly wet. With a bit of a chuckle, licking his lips as he did so, Sirius brought a finger up to his face and wiped the rest of the cum off onto that digit, pooling it on the tip before reaching up, his finger nearing Remus' mouth. “You made the mess, now you're going to clean it up.” His voice was stern, but so thick with lust that it was hard to tell the difference between the two anymore.
 
Sirius, who had been ignoring his own erection for some time now, felt another painful sort of throb in his boxers, causing a grumbling, throaty sort of growl to escape barely parted lips. He wasn't nearly done with Remus, yet, but he'd have to do something about his own 'problem' before too long. With a free hand, Sirius lifted Remus' legs up, until they were bent at the knee, and Remus' feet were planted flat on the bed. Now that Remus had knocked that first orgasm out of the way, Sirius was planning on doing whatever he could to get the other's cock just as hard as it was before. With that same free hand, Sirius drug fingernails up and down one of Remus' thighs, the position they were in making that much easier than it was before.

Remus’ eyes were heavy now, his cheeks flushed from exhaustion, and he stared for a moment at Sirius’ finger, before parting his lips and leaning forward to lick the bit of cum from his finger. He suddenly felt shy and embarrassed, not desperate and filled with lust. Who knew that sex could be such an emotionally roller coaster!? He shifted his weight just slightly when Sirius pushed his legs up, though he let out a little whimper as the other dug his nails into him.

“S-Sirius.” he breathed, his chest still heaving from the orgasm, Remus having not caught his breath yet. “Was...good.” he managed, though he was having trouble finding the energy to do much of anything, let alone form coherent sentences. He knew that Sirius wasn’t done, and for a few moments he wished they were, only because the orgasm had taken so much out of him. Of course, based on prior experience, he knew that with a few minutes to recuperate, he’d be rearing to go once more.

On the list of things that Sirius Black found fascinating about Remus, the way the boy looked when he was embarrassed and blushing would be right there near the top. It made the dark haired male grin, his hands slowly spreading the boy's legs apart a bit more, his fingertips tracing down both of Remus' inner thighs now. The fact that the other could barely even speak made Sirius chuckle just a little bit. Sex was always a huge roller coaster, what with the build up, and finally, the climax. Situating himself between Remus' legs, Sirius bent down just a bit and kissed both of the other's knees, then slowly began to kiss a little bit lower, eyes glancing back to Remus every so often.
 
The kisses were slow, soft, being that Sirius knew that he couldn't just attack the other boy that quickly, With his hands now underneath Remus' legs, rubbing the skin there with the backs of his palms, Sirius closed his eyes for just a moment, and nipped at a bit of skin on one of the boys' inner thighs. It was hard enough to leave a nice little mark, but not so hard as to draw blood. That would be later, probably, when they brought the whip out. He rolled that bit of Remus' thigh between his teeth, slowly tugging and letting go, eyes opening to admire that bit of bruise he had made on the other's skin. He gazed towards his boyfriend once more, marveling at the fact that Remus looked nearly angelic, sparkling with sweat and sequins from the ribbons, cheeks flushed, hair astray. “I love you..” Sirius muttered, his lips still pressed against Remus' thighs, going lower and lower, centimeter by agonizingly slow centimeter.

Remus watched with bated breath as Sirius kissed and nibbled at his thighs, a few little whines and whimpers escaping him when Sirius took that flesh between his teeth. It hurt a bit but Remus didn’t care. In a weird way, it was romantic. Almost like kissing on the lips, but more sensual. He squirmed a little under the other’s touch, his erection beginning to come back already, at half mast by this point.

“I love you...too...” he breathed out, sliding his feet down the bed for a moment before bringing them back up. Remus had a strange quirk that Sirius had never really pointed out to him before, and Remus wasn’t even all that aware of. When he was happy and really enjoying something, deep down, like he was now, he moved his feet and legs around a lot. He’d slide them this way and that, an almost writhing sort of motion from the hips down. He didn’t even notice that he was doing it then, and if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.

 Sirius had always assumed that Remus was just fidgety, but that didn't bother him so much. In situations like this one, the dark haired male sort of expected Remus to wiggle around, move, writhe, so he didn't mind so much. He kept his eyes locked with Remus, just staring at the boy's face. It was a marvel to Sirius that no one had tried, really, to take advantage of Remus' beauty and sex appeal before Sirius did. Though, he was damn glad for it, being that he got to be the one who finally popped all of Remus' cherries. Noticing that Remus was moving his legs a bit, sliding them up and down the bed, Sirius held onto Remus' knees for just a moment, keeping them spread.

 It was then that Sirius remembered their night in the field, and it struck a chord with the boy. “Lift your legs up some.” Sirius whispered, nudging them up a bit to help Remus, until the boy's legs were pressed up against his chest. “Now leave them there.” He commanded, though not with the same amount of force as before. With each passing second and with each additional throb to his cock, Sirius was losing the battle with his will power. When the boy's legs were up, Sirius glanced down at the scene before him. Gods, Remus was beautiful even in the most embarrassing and sexually degrading sort of positions. He stared at Remus' face, eyes locking together, as he brought a couple of his fingers to his own mouth, sucking on them, providing as much lubrication as he could get for the time being.
 
Once they were coated to his liking, Sirius bent down a bit more, offering Remus a little smirk before pressing his lips to the head of Remus' cock, before dusting a few down the other's balls. His fingers, which were wet with his own saliva, found their way towards the other's entrance, Sirius' mouth moving upwards on Remus' body while his fingers moved downwards. With his mouth pressed against Remus' stomach, dusting nips and kisses across the skin there, the damp tip of his index finger began to trace around the other's hole. It was a slow, teasing sort of process, but he wanted to make sure Remus did a good deal of begging before he got to cum again.

The smaller boy watched Sirius, and gave a small little obedient nod, lifting his legs to his chest where he held them as best he could, though without being able to hold them using his hands, it was already growing tiresome. He didn’t have the strongest leg muscles in the world, after all. He was peering past his knees at Sirius, and watched as the boy began to suck on his fingers. He knew what was coming, and his body was hungry for it.

Then, Sirius began to kiss up his tummy, and massage his entrance, Remus’ eyes fluttering closed again, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. But...Sirius wasn’t putting them in. Why wasn’t he? Didn’t he know that Remus needed it!? He needed it more than he needed air! Well, not really, but he felt as if that were true! “S-Sirius!” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open again. “Please...I...I want them...please.” he begged, his voice soft and almost desperate. “I’ll be good I promise just...put...put them in...put them in my ass.”

The dark haired boy made a soft sort of shh-ing sound against Remus' stomach, lips still kissing in a few places. He glanced up at Remus, loving just how much pleasure he was giving Remus without doing much of anything. Yet. Using his free hand, Sirius spread the boy's legs apart a bit further, giving himself more room to work with, his fingertip still tracing those slow, teasing circles around Remus' entrance. Sirius' body was positioned just the right way, so that if Remus' legs were to give out, which they no doubt would, the smaller boy could balance them on Sirius shoulder's. The begging that the other was doing seemed to be directed straight at his own cock, being that it twitched painfully at the sounds, causing the dark haired male to let out a guttural sort of growling against Remus' stomach.
 
Quickly, without warning, Sirius plunged his index finger inside Remus' asshole, first up to the knuckle, and then completely in, his fingertip brushing against that bundle of nerves nestled deep inside the other boy. Not giving Remus a chance to get used to this feeling, Sirius pulled his finger out and thrust it back in, this time doing the beckoning motion inside Remus' ass, fingertip brushing against the boy's sweet spot every time his finger tip moved. His eyes had locked on his boyfriend's face, longing to see the traces of ecstasy etching themselves over Remus' features. Gulping just a bit, Sirius pulled his finger back out, adding his middle finger along with it a moment later, thrusting the both of them back into the boy below him, wiggling them just a little bit inside the other, both his fingertips teasing at Remus' sweet spot.

Remus felt a sort of full sensation wash over him. Satisfaction combined with excitement. Gods this felt amazing. Sirius could do such fantastic things with his mouth and fingers. Hell, his dick was amazing too, but at this rate Remus would cum twice before Sirius even had a chance to use it.

The small boy lost all strength he had left in his legs at that point, allowing himself to rest them on Sirius’ shoulders now. “S-Sirius.” he whined, his head thrown back once more, erection now standing at full attention again. “Fuck...fuck that...that’s good.” he groaned, his head turning from side to side. If he could, he’d be sliding his feet all over the bed in joy and pleasure, but due to the position, all he could do was rotate his feet and clench and un clench his toes.

 Sirius allowed himself to get lost in Remus for a moment, letting the other boy's sounds and body envelop him like a thick, warm blanket, blacking out everything else around him. It felt good, though nothing was really being done to him. Just being with Remus this way, completely alone, inside the other boy, causing him to make those delicious carnal sounds. Sirius loved it. His fingers began to thrust in and out of Remus quicker, fingertips brushing against that spot, beckoning Remus closer to climax with every come hither swipe of his fingers inside of the other boy. His mouth traced lower, until his lips were dangerously close to the boy's cock.
 
With a quick flick of his tongue, he pressed the muscle against Remus' slit, his fingers continuing their work inside the other's ass, stroking him from the outside and the inside, tongue and fingers melding together, creating a cocoon of pleasure that surrounded the two boys. With his head dipping down, Sirius took more of Remus into his mouth, tongue exploring the other's cock as if he had never done it before. It was a very, very merry Christmas for Sirius this year, and if asked again in the future, he wouldn't be able to remember another Christmas where he enjoyed a present as much as he was enjoying Remus that very moment, sprawled out on Sirius' bed, writhing in pleasure.

At the rate they were going, Remus could tell he was going to be a mere shadow of himself by the end of the day. He was already getting close once more, and still Sirius hadn’t even taken off his boxers. He was arching, and trying to resist coming so soon, and for a second time, but he simply couldn’t help it. It was all just too much.

With another loud cry of “Oh fuck Sirius!” he came for a second time in only half an hour. His back arched, his ass clenched down on those heavenly fingers, and his eyes rolled back. This time, as he spilled himself into Sirius’ mouth, he the release and then following crash seemed to be almost doubled. He fell back, going limp, a sort of dazed and content expression left on his face, his mouth hanging open.

This had to be a personal record for Sirius, making Remus cum this much in such a short period of time. As Sirius pulled himself up and off Remus' spent cock, he licked his lips, having swallowed down a second helping of Remus' spunk that morning. With a glance back up at Remus, and the adorable little happy expression the other wore, Sirius slowly pulled his fingers out from the other boy's body and sat up, letting Remus' legs fall onto the bed. It amazed the dark haired wizard that he had managed to ignore his own erection for as long as he did, though he supposed technically it had only been about 30 minutes. Slowly, Sirius began to crawl up Remus' body, until his legs were straddling the boy's waist, his erection, standing at full mast, pressing against Remus' spent cock, separated only by a thin bit of fabric.
 
Sirius leaned down just a bit, his hands on either side of Remus' head, holding himself up. With his face hovering mere inches above Remus', Sirius offered the boy a smile, that heart melting smile that only Sirius had. Slowly, he inched his face closer to Remus, until finally he captured the boys' mouth with his own, his hips pushing downwards, pinning Remus to the bed, the friction created against his nearly forgotten erection causing Sirius to let out another growl against Remus' mouth. That didn't stop him from biting down on Remus' bottom lip, tugging into his mouth and sucking on it just lightly, before sliding his tongue past Remus' lips, and intertwining with Remus'. All that friction between the two caused Sirius to make a few more guttural noises, the grinding of hips causing spikes of pleasure to shoot through his body.

Remus was vaguely aware of his legs being lowered down to the bed, and Sirius climbing onto him. The next thing he knew, though, Sirius was kissing him and tugging at his lips. Oh gods, could he take any more of this? A third round? He wasn’t sure if he could do it. But, of course, as Sirius kissed him and began to grind down against his hips, all thoughts of pushing Sirius away and telling him that enough was enough left him.

He wasn’t so much horny again or anything like that. Just more wanting to please Sirius, now. He had already gotten more than his share of pleasure, and as dazed and spent as he was, he loved Sirius. He wanted to give Sirius the best Christmas he could manage, and if that meant he would have to keep going and going until his body gave out on him, then so help him Merlin that’s exactly what he was going to do.

As the kiss broke, Remus gazed up into Sirius’ eyes, and pushed his hips back up against his, a slight smile coming over him, though not a smirk. A genuinely happy smile. “Have...I ever told you that I am still completely amazed that I managed to get you all to myself?” he asked, his voice having returned mostly to normal, his eyes slightly wide and shimmering.

After a few moments, though he didn't want to, Sirius had to come up for air, and the kiss was broken. When Remus pushed his hips up against Sirius', the dark haired male pushed them back down again. He was sure that Remus was a little too spent to handle too much teasing, but that didn't mean Sirius had to stop doing what he was doing completely. While Sirius' hips pushed down against his lover's, the boy smirked, though it was harder to keep his composure now that he had finally started paying attention to his erection. “You might have mentioned it.” He chuckled, that tinkling laugh, though it was a bit deeper than normal. Strictly speaking, Sirius was a bit amazed himself. Though, only because he had never really had a lasting relationship before in his entire life, so it was a bit amazing that his most meaningful one happened to be with a guy, and his best friend, no less. He supposed that was how it was supposed to be, though, falling in love with his best friend seemed more plausible than falling in love with some random person.
 
Leaning down quickly, Sirius captured Remus' mouth with his own, another heated kiss, as one of his hands rose up to where Remus' were held to the bed, and slowly began to untie them. Once untied, he let the ribbon linger, his lips kissing at Remus' nipping and biting the other's bottom lip for just a moment, before breaking the kiss. He trailed the ribbon down Remus' chest, then back up again, before laying it on the bed beside them. With one final grinding of the hips against his boyfriend, Sirius shifted just a bit, speaking as he did so. “You know..” He began, climbing off of Remus and laying down beside the boy, holding himself up on his elbows. “I've done my share of playing with my toy..” He smirked, eyes glancing at Remus, the chocolate pools now hinted with a little shimmer of mischief. “So how's about my toy play with me for a little while?”

Remus, at first, didn’t believe that Sirius was about to release him from his binds. Of course, he should’ve known it would come with conditions. He didn’t mind, though really. He’d play with Sirius as much as the boy wanted, really, despite how exhausted he felt. He shivered a little and then pushed himself up a little, his body shaking for a moment before he regained his bearings.

“Of course.” he said softly, shifting onto his knees and gazing down at Sirius perfect body splayed out before him, to do whatever he wanted with. He didn’t know why it had never occurred to him before, but with all the fucking and fooling around and romping that they did, Remus had only really explored Sirius’ body a handful of times. Most of the time, Sirius was doing all the touching, and the fucking, and just about everything else, leaving Remus in a spent little heap afterwords.

He smiled a little brighter, his hand moving to Sirius’ chest first, where his fingertips gently brushed over the tanned skin. “I know you’ve heard it from just about everyone and their mother, but you’re so bloody gorgeous.” he said, looking up at Sirius for a moment before moving his gaze back over the boy’s form.

 Sirius knew he was gorgeous. Hell, everyone knew it. That was just a fact. And he never really grew tired of hearing it. He knew that he could get away with just about anything if he just flashed a smile. But Remus was different. Remus thought he was gorgeous, just like everyone else, but Remus loved Sirius for more than just his face. That made all the difference in the world to the pureblood. The biggest difference was that Remus really knew Sirius, deep down in side, and loved him despite all the faults hidden below the perfect surface. When the other ran hands over his chest, Sirius shivered just a little, chewing on his bottom lip, looking at Remus from under his eyelashes.
 
“You think I'm gorgeous, eh?” He said, flashing a smile at the other, hands lazily playing with the fabric on his sheets. A thought crossed Sirius mind just then, a thought that could get massive amounts of attention from his lover, and that was never a bad idea in Sirius' book. “Show me.” Sirius' last response was quick, but to the point, and he smirked, chewing on his bottom lip once more. If he could get Remus to attempt this 'showing Sirius just how gorgeous Remus thought he was' thing, then that would guarantee the dark haired wizard an incredible amount of pleasure, and at least a blow job, or so he hoped. That way, he thought, if Remus spent enough time getting Sirius off, the boy wouldn't be so tired anymore, and Sirius could get back to playing with his Christmas present.

Remus went bright pink. Show him? Well...it was hard really to put how amazing he thought Sirius was and looked into actions, but damn it he would do his best! Remus shifted his weight and then moved to straddle Sirius’ legs just above his knees, looking up at him and nodding. “Alright then.” he said, his voice still maintaining that soft tone. He leaned up a little, his tummy pressing against Sirius’ erection through his boxers as he kissed him deeply on the lips.

The kiss wouldn’t last that long, though. Remus had far too much to do to linger there. When it broke, he placed a kiss to the dimple on Sirius’ stubbly chin, then to each of his cheeks. One to his nose, and then one on his forehead. He then moved to tug on one of his earlobes with his teeth, his tongue darting out to lick and tease at the other’s ear, his breath hot against him. “You’re perfect, Sirius.” he whispered into his ear. “Bloody perfect. Your body, your eyes, your face, your hair.” he went on. “Everything. Beyond all that though, I love your quirks the most.” he whispered, his hands sliding up the other’s sides and raking his nails along them.

“I love the way that you can’t look at me without wanting to throw me up against a wall and fuck me senseless.” he kissed his ear once more, and then moved to attack the other, giving it the same treatment before speaking again. “I love that you want to be near me so badly, that even if all I’m doing is reading, you’ve got to have your head in my lap, or lean against me.” he placed another kiss there, before moving to kiss at his adam’s apple. “I love that deep down, behind everything else, you’re a puppy who craves love, and feeds off of it, and I willingly give you my love.” he said, gazing back up into his eyes.

 Though it disgusted him a little, Sirius couldn't help the blush that creeped up his neck as Remus began to kiss his face, his ears, his neck, whispered the most adorable compliments the dark haired boy had ever received, to his memory. Instinctively, Sirius reached out, placing his hands on Remus' sides, shuddering a bit as the other licked his ears, letting out a low sort of sound from between his teeth. Everything had been going beautifully, spectacularly even, until Remus spoke about Sirius being a puppy who craved love. His eyes opened wide, hands tensing up on the other's sides for just a moment. It still amazed him, every second, how Remus knew him so well without the boy ever having to speak a single word. Sirius knew that it wasn't his turn to touch the other boy, but god damnit, he needed to right then and there. He slid his hand up to the back of Remus' head quickly and tugged the boy close to him, pressing his lips to Remus' hard, his other hand cupping the boys' chin.
 
It was an odd position for the two to be in, but Sirius didn't care. He needed to kiss Remus, to tell him that he loved Remus back, and that he knew him better than anyone else in the world. But, Sirius wasn't so great with words, so all the boy could do was kiss his boyfriend, his love, with everything that he had, for just a moment, breathing Remus in as if for the first time, or the last time, or every single time in between. Once he pulled away, he stared hard into Remus' eyes, stroking the boys' cheekbone gently with his thumb. “You're perfect too, you know.” He whispered, laying a kiss on Remus' nose before letting his hands drop back down to the bed, giving Remus room to go back to doing what he was doing. After all, he still did want to get his rocks off, even if there was a slight distraction from the fact, due to his boyfriend being the cutest bloke in the entire fucking world.

Remus had been slightly caught off guard by the kiss, but he could understand almost every emotion and thought Sirius was putting into it. It was almost spooky how well the two boys understood each other so well. When the kiss broke, Remus just gazed at Sirius, slightly caught up in the romantic moment, before going back to what he had originally planned to do. His kisses moved down, lower, kissing along Sirius’ collar bone to the center of his chest, then to each nipples, teasing them with his tongue before nipping playfully.

Instead of moving further down, though, and giving Sirius a proper blow job, Remus just tugged his boxers down and off, throwing them away somewhere, before shifting himself. He could play the game of teasing as well, and he defiantly planned to. He turned a little, and after some maneuvering, he was on all fours, his knees on either side of Sirius’ chest, the boy’s cock positioned for perfect access to Remus’ mouth, the smaller boy’s ass splayed out beautifully right in Sirius’ face.

Remus then did two different things. He wet two of his own fingers with his saliva before reaching back and pushing them both into himself, letting out a rather deep groan before immediately taking Sirius’ cock into his mouth. Well, he had always thought the sensation of being fucked while sucking off Sirius at the same time would be heaven, and if he had to do all the work himself, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

 Sirius liked to think that he knew Remus, and the things Remus enjoyed, quite well. So it came as a gigantic surprise when the other boy flipped, and turned the tables on Sirius. Before the dark haired male knew it, Remus' perfect ass was front and center, with Sirius' cock in his mouth. The sight plus of the oral stimulation was making Sirius' head spin, and it took all the effort he had in his body to not cry out. His hands, which had balled into fists on the sheets beside him, began to trace up Remus' body, his thighs, his ass. Sirius always needed something to do with his hands when someone sucked him off, else he felt a bit useless. It was maddening, watching Remus fuck himself with those gorgeous fingers (So Sirius had a thing for hands), while being sucked off by the boy at the same time. Groaning loudly, he pushed his hips up a bit, trying to get more, whatever he could get, from the other.
 
Being the dog that Sirius was, he couldn't help but play along with the situation. He knew that Remus was trying to tease him, and he was doing a damn good job of it. With one of his hands on Remus' thigh, the other placed itself right on Remus' ass cheek. With a quick movement, Sirius had his hand raised, bringing it back down on Remus' ass, smacking it hard. He was more surprised than anything at how much he had just enjoyed the spanking. Before he allowed himself to think through what he just did, his hand had moved to the other cheek, massaging it gently for a few moments before raising his hand high and smacking it back down again, the sound reverberating through the dormitory. It was then, when he couldn't do anything about it, that he remembered the whip. Now that he was enjoying himself quite thoroughly with spanking Remus, while his eyes stayed glued to the boys' fingers. The entire experience was insanely erotic to Sirius, which was saying a lot, considering he was the king Casanova of Hogwarts, after all.

Remus was now scissoring his fingers in his ass, spreading it and showing Sirius just how much he loved having things inside of him. That was when Sirius smacked his ass the first time. He lurched slightly, having not expected it, his eyes going wide. He would’ve said something, but his mouth was quite full at the moment, what with his nose nuzzling into Sirius’ balls, the thick shaft all the way down and pushing into his throat a bit.

Then, there was another smack, and he blushed bright red, his cock beginning to react for a third time, before too long, standing rock hard and pushing into Sirius’ chest. He pulled himself back a little, panting when Sirius’ cock left his lips, his fingers having stopped the scissoring motion for the moment. “S-Sirius!” he said, though he didn’t really know what else to say. It was...well, hot. The slight sting of the smack followed by the warming sensation left behind. It was erotic and he loved it.

 So Remus liked being spanked? That wasn't so much of a surprise to Sirius, being that the boy had asked Sirius to whip him on Halloween night. He let out a throaty sort of chuckle, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment before placing both of his hands on Remus' ass, doing the same sort of massaging motion before raising both hands and smacking them back down, this time, leaving nearly identical hand prints in their wake. It occurred to him then, eyes still staring at Remus' fingers, that the boy had stopped that tantalizing movement inside himself. Well, that wouldn't do. Not at all. With one hand still placed on Remus' ass, the other hand slowly dipped down to Remus' own hand, and pulled the fingers out, though leaving enough of the tip inside. “Who said to stop?” He asked, voice low, deep, harsh.

 Using his own hand as a guide, he pushed Remus' fingers back inside the boy, hard, then pulled them back out again. It was an awkward sort of position, and he'd surely let Remus' hand go if the other could just keep doing what he was doing in the first place. He wasn't sure what came over him, or what made him want to be so off the wall with the erotics, but now that it had started, Sirius was tumbling downward at a pace that even he couldn't stop. “If you want to do this yourself..” He spoke, this time in a whisper, his other hand clawing down Remus' thigh. “You should do it..otherwise..” He paused for just a moment, pushing Remus' fingers back into his own ass a bit harder than he did before. “I'm going to do it for you.”

Something about having Sirius force his fingers to move in and out, rather than him doing it himself, or Sirius doing it himself, was oddly erotic. It was like Sirius was forcing him to pleasure himself against his will, even though it wasn’t really against his will. A sort of mind trick, he supposed. Whatever it was, he liked it, and he was going to play along with it.

“I-I’ll...I’ll do it o-of course I will!” he panted out, beginning to move his fingers again, though being shore to do it slower than he had been doing before. He liked the idea of Sirius getting frustrated and forcing him to do it much faster and harder. That, and he was hoping to earn himself a few more hits as well. He didn’t really know why he liked the pain so much, or why he liked feeling helpless and at the mercy of Sirius. Whatever the reason, those two things turned him on more than just about anything else.

 With a bit of a satisfied smirk, Sirius let go of Remus' hand, if only to place his own hand back where it was on Remus' ass, fingernails scratching across the fading red hand prints there. It occurred to Sirius before this moment that Remus might just be his sexual soul mate. And that after sleeping with nearly hundreds of people in his life, the person that completed him perfectly in all aspects just happened to be someone he had known since the age of 11. It was funny how things worked that way. With dark eyes still staring fixated at Remus' fingers, he noticed that the boy wasn't going nearly as quickly as he would have liked. He also noted that Remus had stopped sucking him off, which was the original point of this entire play session, was it not?

 The boy let out a bit of a growl, his hands rubbing over the muscles that made up Remus' perfect ass, before raising one of them up and smacking it back down on Remus' ass cheek, this time landing two smacks in the same exact spot, making the slowly fading red mark appear much brighter. It seemed as though Sirius had stepped out of himself, because he certainly wasn't thinking clearly, or at all. That wouldn't be too weird of a thing for Sirius to do, had he not been taken over completely by this animal inside, the one that thirsted for dominance, and the complete submission of his little werewolf. He was alpha, after all, wasn't he?

 He let out another growl, rumbling and deep in his throat, before leaning forward a bit, his hands on Remus' ass tugging the boy closer to him. His left hand reached around Remus, grabbing a hold of Moony's erection, the other intertwining with Remus' own hand, the one that was supposed to be fucking the boy, but wasn't doing such a good job. He leaned down just a bit, flicking his tongue out to lick a bit of skin that had turned red on Remus' ass, before nipping at it, his hand pushing Remus' inside his own ass a bit faster, much harder, and much more to Sirius' liking. Before Remus had a chance to recover, Sirius had pulled the boy's hand out once more, and shoved it back in.

Remus’ head had come up a little in a soft cry when Sirius had smacked him three successive times, the sting lasting and more prominent with each hit. Then as Sirius leaned up and licked, and gripped, and then shoved his fingers deep into his ass, in and out, in and out, much faster, Remus began to whine and moan louder than he’d done all night.

“S-Sirius! I...It feels so...so good!” he whimpered, his eyes rolling slightly. It was then that he remembered that he should probably get back to sucking the other off. He knew Sirius would continued being rough with him even if he was getting some of what he wanted. He’d brought out the animal side, and now there was nothing left to do but ride it all out till the end.

So, Remus dipped his head back down and took Sirius swiftly into his mouth, deep throating him and beginning to bob his head up and down while Sirius continued to force those fingers in and out of his hole, which was clenching and spasming slightly now every time he hit that sweet spot deep inside of himself.

This entire situation, Remus, his mouth, his fingers, all of it, was completely encompassing Sirius' brain. He could smell the desire on the other boy, but he couldn't really register why. Perhaps Remus had tapped into this animalistic side of Sirius, or perhaps it had just needed a little bit of a shove to the surface. Whatever it was, Sirius wasn't really Sirius anymore, not for the time being, at least. He threw his head back when Remus began to suck him off, his hips raising, his lips parting to let out another long moan, one hand tightening it's grip on Remus' ass cheek, the other still guiding his boyfriend's hand in and out of his ass.

Whatever it was that had broken from in the dark haired boy didn't just want a blow job, oh no. It wanted complete domination, and that could only mean one thing. With another sort of growl, the hand guiding Remus' tugged the boy's hand out from his own ass, before sitting up quickly and taking a hold of Remus' hair, tugging the boy's head up from Sirius' cock. With Remus no longer blowing him, Sirius pushed the other forward just a little bit, moving as quickly as he could to sit up himself, until he was up in his knees, Remus' ass still in the air infront of him. He didn't have the time, or maybe he just didn't have the patience to reach for his wand and lubricate the situation. With one hand still on Remus' ass, the other tangling itself back in that sandy colored hair, Sirius balanced himself for just a moment, before shoving his hips forward, and thrusting his aching cock into the boy infront of him.


Remus had planned on staying like that for a bit longer, but Sirius had already made up his mind, it seemed, and he didn’t have a choice but to simply let the other move him, and move himself, and do whatever he damn well pleased. He bit his lip, knowing exactly what was to come, and sure enough, Sirius thrust inside of him, the only lubrication provided being the bit of precum that coated Sirius’ tip, and the saliva left from Remus fingering himself.

He gripped the sheets tightly, his legs trembling a little as he began to get used to it, though it did hurt quite a bit. He lowered his head and pushed his face into the sheets, bringing his hands up behind his back and holding them wrist over wrist, as if to tell Sirius he could hold onto them and use them for leverage if he wanted to. Something about having his ass in the air while his face was being pushed into the bed turned Remus on quite a bit, and he only hoped that Sirius would find it as hot as he did, and really get rough with him.


Sirius was completely wild, in his head and in his body, his hips moving feverishly, thrusting in and out of Remus like it was his job. When the other reached back, Sirius grabbed a hold of the boy's wrists. Anything he could use for leverage in this situation, or anything that gave him another upper hand, was something he was going to use. With one hand holding the boy's hands together, he leaned forward, pushing Remus' face into the bed a bit more, his hips still thrusting in an animalistic sort of way. With his head tossed back, he let out another growling, grumbling moan, his nails digging into Remus' wrists as he did so.

Remus was still so tight, and that marveled Sirius. Every single thrust inside the other seemed to send him deeper into this pleasure oblivion, his eyes shutting tight. The hand that was on the other's hip gripped tight, fingernails digging into the skin there, surely leaving deep, crescent shaped marks on the werewolf, which seemed fitting. Arching his back, Sirius took his bottom lip in his mouth and bit it, a struggled, muffled groan escaping as he did so. He wasn't sure what exactly made all of this feel so phenomenal, but he was thankful for it, whatever it was. With Remus' ass in the air like that, Sirius realized it was in perfect position for more harsh attacks from his hands. Though he could only use one, with eyes flying open, Sirius moved his hand from the boy's hip, quickly, and smacked it down on the other's ass, another red mark developing there. A growling sound of approval met the smacking sound that was created from Sirius' hand.


What Sirius didn’t know was that Remus was still as tight as a virgin was for a reason. You see, after their first few play sessions he’d noticed that taking Sirius had gotten to be easier, and figured that was his ass loosening up. Well, he didn’t like that it didn’t hurt at all, and he wanted to stay tight for Sirius, so with a bit of research, he’d managed to find a spell. It was a simple charm that if used over time, would keep you tight and fresh as if you’d never been fucked before.

Judging by the way that Sirius was pounding into him at such a feverish pace, and the guttural sounds he was making, the spell was still working just as well as it had been the first time Remus used it. He was just mentally patting himself on the back when he felt Sirius’ hand come flying down against his ass, his eyes opening wide, beginning to water slightly. “S-Sirius!” he cried out, though he wasn’t protesting. It had simply made his cock jump, and take him by surprise. He wanted more, though. He wanted to be hit more, with his hand, or with the whip. More pain. The more pain he felt, the better his orgasms always were.

Sirius was in heaven, his eyes fluttering shut despite his attempts to keep them open. Spreading his knees apart some, he thrusted into Remus harder, slamming his hips against the other's ass. He had figured out a rhythm after a few moments, using his hand on the other's wrists to pull the boy forward some with each of his thrusts, like some perverse pulley system. The sound of Remus crying out his name was delicious, and he wanted more. More sounds, more groans, more cries. Reaching back, raising his hand high, he swung his hand back down, the smack landing on the small of Remus' back. Without another warning, while his hips were still grinding into the other, Sirius raised his hand again and made an almost identical hand print on the other side of his back.

Before this session was over, Remus was going to be covered in marks from Sirius. Hand prints, claw marks, teeth marks, bruises, the works. That thrilled Sirius, being that behind this animalistic exterior, he was still a cocky bastard and still wanted everyone to know that Remus was his. Because Remus was his, damn it. He stared down at Remus through half lidded eyes, letting out a few more sounds when the other flexed and tightened with his thrusts. The marks on the other's body were starting to brighten, and Sirius just wanted more of them, wherever he could get them. His hand was starting to tingle from all the smacking he was doing, but he didn't care. All he cared about was fucking his boyfriend, and he was doing a fantastic fucking job, if he did say so himself.

Bringing his hand up once more, over and over again, he another smack to Remus' already bruised and marked ass, and then on the side of the boy's thighs. His hands were still gripping Remus' wrists, nails digging there, nearly breaking the skin. A sheen of sweat had appeared on Sirius' chest, his stomach, and his forehead. It was a work out, sex was, and if he continued like this every day, he wouldn't have to play another game of quidditch to keep himself in perfect bodily condition. “F..Fuck..” he moaned, pressure beginning to build in his groin, though he didn't want it to. He didn't want this to stop, everything felt too good, and too real. He wanted to spend forever with Remus this way, tearing into the other boy, hurting him in th best of ways. Of course, he couldn't, but gods, did he want to.

Sirius was getting close, and of course, he wanted to help him along. He clenched and unclenched his ass as tight as he could, pushing his hips back to meet each of Sirius’ thrusts now, his cock bouncing between his legs, hard as a rock once more. He was getting close as well, but he wasn’t going to cum a third time before Sirius even had done it once.

“S-Sirius I...I want you...to cum..in my ass.” he moaned out, his hands clenching and unclenching in the other’s grip, his face flushed, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Every hit  from Sirius sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, and he knew that if Sirius kept that up, he wouldn’t be able to help himself, and he’d cum again. He didn’t want to though. Not just yet. He wanted to feel Sirius’ hot cum painting his insides before he allowed himself the pleasure of a third orgasm.


Sirius' head was thrown back once more, his eyes shutting tight as his hips kept moving. He wasn't losing speed, despite how tired his body was becoming. Everything just felt too good to stop. He couldn't stop, he wouldn't. His legs were trembling, every time the other clenched his ass around Sirius' cock, the dark haired male let out a muffled sort of groan. His back arched, one hand gripping Remus' wrists, the other now placed on his hip, pulling the boy to him, nails digging into the skin hard enough to break, tiny bits of blood now pooling under his nails, thin lines trailing down the boys' thigh.

The pressure in his groin was growing quicker and quicker, getting closer and closer to breaking through. Each thrust sent him closer, each time Remus closed himself around Sirius sent a wave of pleasure coursing through the dark haired wizard's body. “F..fuck..Re..mus..” He moaned out, loud, guttural, carnal. And then it happened, one final thrust into the other boy and he couldn't hold himself in any longer. The flood gates broke, and wave after wave of pleasure shot through Sirius, rope after rope of his stick, hot cum flowing into the other boy's ass, coating him thoroughly. His eyes slammed shut, bright spots of white popping behind his closed eyelids. He didn't let go of Remus, though. He held on, riding out his orgasm as it crashed over him, his knees buckling, but holding onto the other let him stay upright, at least his boyfriend came again.

That was more than enough to push Remus over the edge. He could feel blood trickling down the backs of his legs but he didn’t care. that combined with Sirius’ cuming inside of him earned Sirius a rather loud gasping groan as he came for the third time, this time the pleasure even better than the first two times, though the amount of cum that came out had decreased significantly. It seemed that Remus’ poor body was struggling to keep up with the production of the substance, at the rate they were going.

His body tensed up and his eyes closed tight, his heart hammering so hard that he couldn’t hear anything else. Finally, as his orgasm began to subside, he went limp. He had no more strength left, there was no way he could continue. He was sure of it. If Sirius didn’t stop soon, Remus would be out cold. He slumped forward, feeling Sirius’ cock leave him as he fell sideways onto the bed, panting heavily, his heart still hammering against his ribcage.

“So...so good...so...much.” he murmured, a hand moving down to his ass, two fingers pushing into his now stretched hole, feeling the hot cum against them. He smiled an odd sort of content smile, and pulled his knees up to his chest, his fingers remaining where they were, enjoying the warm soft feeling of being inside.


When Remus fell sideways, Sirius lost his strength, being that he was holding himself up with help of the other boy. With a sort of satisfied grunt, Sirius fell forward as well, collapsing against the pillows. He was sticky, hot, and completely satisfied. His body was still tingling from the earth shattering orgasm he had received. With his hands coming up to rest under his head, he laid his cheek on his the back of his palms and turned his head to look at his spent boyfriend. Sirius' breathing was still ragged, and he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his pillows mixed with sweat and sex. He figured that this Christmas had come full circle, first with Sirius feeling so awful that Remus wasn't going to be spending the day with him, and then the two having fantastic sex.

The boy giggled, realizing that they had knocked most of Sirius' Christmas presents on the ground during their romp, but that didn't matter so much, what with the boy having already received the best present out of the bunch. He smiled, his eyes still half lidded, at Remus, a hand reaching out to brush against the other's face, coated in it's own layer of sweat. “You are fucking beautiful, Remus. Really.” He whispered, sitting up for just a moment, laying a soft kiss on his boyfriend's mouth, letting himself linger there for a moment before laying back down on his stomach, chin on his hands.