Lupinus Sublimis

Lupinus Sublimis
Chapter 6

The later part of September had seemed not able to make up its mind as to whether he wished to be sunny and cold, or rainy and humid. The variations had everyone in a mood, especially a very sensitive lycanthrope that was currently grabbing every plate from the Gryffindor table within reach towards himself; is eyes buried in a very complex looking chart of Mars’ retrograde whims. Remus took a bite out of his half-eaten lamb chops.

“How do I look?”

Remus rolled his eyes in utter annoyance, wishing God to grant him patience and looked over the top of his parchment in James’ direction.

“Like a horny rooster that just rolled out of bed.” James frowned at the insult and went back to messing his hair up further while contemplating his reflection on the shiny back of a serving spoon he had deliberately snatched from someone’s ration of cherry pie, ignoring Remus’ attempt to have a row at him again.

Remus had been noticing that as of late, James had acquired the overly flamboyant habit of running his fingers through the dark hairs on the back of his head just because it seemed to him that he looked wicked cool when he did so. The boy also noticed that this tendency of James’ became more frequent whenever they were in public and girls were trooping in all directions. Remus cooked his head to the side as if examining a particularly stubborn pile of owl droppings when James’ back went rigid and the hand ruffled his hair further; a sure sign that Lily Evans was somewhere in the vicinity. “Heterosexuals…” he grumbled indignantly and he shifted his gaze to glare at the chart that speculated Mars’ position in the year two thousand and five.

Peter was somewhere nearby sticking his quill teasingly into the snapping mouth of a potted carnivorous plant that Remus was sure he had nicked from Herbology.

“Cool it Moony! It’s not my fault Sirius landed himself in detention for a whole month!” James snapped at glaring, grumpy Remus who was venting his resentment by stabbing a potato with his fork repeatedly.

Remus chuckled in doubt, shifting on his seat while pretending to indulge in his charts. He highly doubted James had not had anything to do with Sirius’ latest flooding of the fourth floor; Sirius loved to flood things. Remus was not upset that Sirius had flooded the fourth floor; he was upset that the idiot had gotten caught and therefore punished.

Sirius entered the Great Hall taking big strides on his long sensuous legs and Remus had quite some trouble keeping a serious face. As usual, a few heads turned to look at the dashing youth walking up to the Gryffindor table without much notice of the head-turning attraction he radiated. Remus’ forehead was lined with marks of pretend concentration when Sirius flopped down on the bench next to him. Still, he could not deny that the dark haired boy’s presence made his stomach do acrobatics that would put the greatest of Quidditch players to shame. Remus stabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it inside his mouth to keep himself from making sounds.

Sirius noticed the tension between James and Remus and concluded that the row had been about him this time and that his sweet boyfriend was bitter about it. He chose to maneuver his way around having to talk about this when he spotted a few white crystals of icing sticking to Remus’ cheek. The taller boy grinned and bent a little to drag his tongue suggestively over the dulcet treat on Remus’ cheek and lower lip in one sensual languid motion, his half-lidded eyes burning with the mischievousness of doing such a thing in public; Remus yelped, jumped and shivered all at the same time plummeting his parchment on top of the food and feeling as though his face was on fire. Sirius chuckled at the look of sheer surprise on that pretty face which now displayed three thin, barely visible scars.

“I’m still mad.”

James turned his attention eagerly towards them; even he thought Remus looked cute when pushed to his limits.

“Why because you are a greedy bastard, who can’t understand that everyone wants a piece of hot me?”

“Yes.”

Sirius smiled displaying even white teeth while doing so. He took Remus’ hand under the table and held it tenderly. He leaned in to the other boy’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry I won’t get to spend time with you in the evenings, Moony. I promise to do something special to you when this is over.” There was a weird sort of glittery feel about those worlds and Remus noticed that Sirius was beaming down upon him with a very intriguing expression he had never there seen.
Remus might have been horribly prone to being intransigent behind the calm knowledgeable façade he presented to strangers but he was on the opposite end from stupid. He took note of the phrase ‘to you’ and with great determination wrecked his brains later while he sat in the library trying to review O.W.L’s material for Transfiguration; he desperately hoped the ‘to you’ phrase had meant what he hoped it had meant.

He glanced quizzically at his text book, sighed and closed it before setting it on his lap; he supposed Sirius was now cleaning cauldrons or something along those lines.

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Sirius tip toed his way towards his bed and changed into his pajamas. He glanced across the room towards the bed where Remus soundly slept and had quite some trouble refraining the animalistic need to jump on top of him and make him beg for delirious pleasure. The taller boy had been so busy lately (as they all were) that he had barely enough time to get some sleep. It was as if all the teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had take it upon themselves to keep the fifth year students from doing anything but the infernal piles upon piles of tedious homework. Their excuse: “The O.W.L’s will determine your life and so on and so forth…”

Sirius’ own pile of homework had been growing at infernal speeds and a few parchments were to be seen rolling off the top of his trunk as if attempting to exile themselves from the clutter. It’s not that he did not want to do it (ok he did not), it was just that with his nightly and boring cauldron cleaning shores he came to the Gryffindor tower so late that he indeed had no energy left to make his brain work. On the other hand, the pile might have been blamed on his weekend refusals to acknowledge the work set before him.

The boy sighed after he placed his wand on top of his nightstand and was covered by the comfortable sheets of his bed. Slowly, but surely he drifted off to the realm of dreams.

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It was time for Sirius to serve his last evening of detention and he proudly announced this to his comrades while they lounged by the fire of the common room; he took a heroic stance next to a stool, placed his leg on top of it and pointed to the ceiling solemnly with his extended hand holding his wand, the other hand was planted firmly on his hip. Peter clapped animatedly while Remus giggled with his back to the carpeted floor staring at the ceiling from a worm’s eye view. James rolled into a ball on the floor holding his sides laughing. “You look so ridiculous doing that!”

Remus managed to stun a fly that had been swarming by a corner of the chamber and rolled onto his stomach, placing his face onto his upright arms and looking up at Sirius who winked at him.

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Remus was surprised the next day in Potions when a crumpled ball of parchment hit him on the side of the head and nearly landed into his boiling potion. He shook his fist in Sirius’ direction; he was grinning and mouthing soundless words with his accursed sumptuous lips. Remus opened the parchment while making sure the professor was on the opposite side of the room complaining about Peter’s new habit of blowing things up.

His eyes grew wide and his heart skipped a beat. It was his handwriting that had formed the words of the poem he had conceived a few weeks before. But something was amiss with the paper… there were little white drops of some kind of liquid on the part that described the rhythmic stroking of his passionate groin.

He pressed his tongue onto the surface of the parchment and was momentarily weak at the knees as he realized that it tasted bittersweet and musky. He closed his eyes and took hold of the counter in front of him with a white knuckled grip to keep his being from swooning. He took in the scent and wished for dear life that everyone in the room would just disappear so he could indulge in the luscious idea of Sirius ejaculating hungrily.

Remus looked towards the source of his worry, his eyes filled with the agony of lust that consumed his throbbing cock. Sirius regretted having thrown the parchment at Remus at that moment, the boy look positively tormented. He wished to just walk across the room, vanish everyone, and make sweaty room-trashing love to the owner of those blissfully sinful hazel eyes.
Sirius had not a single clue as to how he made it through the rest of the day while concealing his erection and not having the simple glory of free time to masturbate.

Their eyes met across the Gryffindor table when they were dinning and the tall dark haired youth shivered when he saw the overflowing desire there. Remus was about to start jumping up and down when Sirius grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the Great Hall while James whistled and Peter said something that sounded much like “get a room.” Had Sirius not been in such a hurry to get laid, he would have laughed and slapped Peter silly.

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Sirius came to a halt when they reached their dormitory. He pressed a whimpering Remus against the wall and picked up the other boy’s legs to wrap them around his hips. Sirius felt the dirty blonde hair brush his jaw as the overwhelmed Remus hid his face on the crook of Sirius’ neck. The dark haired boy shifted to press the aching head of his cock against Remus’ puckered entrance over the clothing, groaning himself at the violent vibrations that roamed freely over the smaller boy’s body.

Remus closed his eyes and brought his arms to encircle Sirius’ neck, reaching down to caress as much of the tall boy’ back as possible. He shuttered when he felt Sirius rubbing his virgin ass with his throbbing length, knowing very well what he was suggesting. Sirius thrust his hips, driving the teenager in his arms insane with the pressure against his most intimate area. Remus took hold of handfuls of his partner’s robes and pushed down, torturing the sensitive tight ring of muscle of his privacy.

“Moony, stop that.” Sirius was having trouble coordinating his speech, “you’re gonna make me come.”

A gasp escaped Remus’ throat when he indulged in the feverish sounds of such an intense confession. He pushed his hips down harder and when his ass rubbed in languid circular motions onto the head of Sirius’ clothed cock, he lovingly enjoyed toying with the newfound power he had over his partner.

Sirius’ hands moved down to cup Remus’ perfectly round ass. The smaller boy’s hips buckled trying to get more pressure from both the dick pulsating against his ass and the hands squeezing his buttocks.

“More, Sirius… More…” The words were sharp and agitated.

Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ mouth and pulled back before the other youth could respond. “You want this.” It was not a question; it was a statement.

“Please, more than anything…” The plea was gentle, barely audible and Sirius could not help but notice its vulnerability. The whisper had been soft and the dark haired youth knew that if he refused, he might as well grab a shovel and start digging a grave outside. He closed his eyes and pressed a soothing kiss to Remus’ forehead and lowered the legs that had been wrapped around his waist to the ground. He discovered that if anything kept him from making love to Remus that night, he might just as well dig two graves.

The hazel eyes observed him hungrily when he looked into them while taking hold of Remus’ hand and planting a tender kiss on the palm. He took hold of the other hand and repeated the sweet caress. The raven hair shone blue when Sirius tugged the hands and led Remus to his bed; the light from the heavens was filtrating through the window behind Sirius so that Remus only saw specks of indigo and the silhouette of the exquisite lad leading him.

Sirius sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Remus right in front so that his face was at level with the hazel eyed boy’s crotch. Sirius placed his elegant hands on either side of Remus’ hips and looked up. Remus’ expression made him feel so loved, so complete that he had a hard time breathing for a few seconds. The lights coming from the heavenly night illuminated half of Remus’ face, submerging the other side in obscurity. He gently used the palms of his hands to massage the hips he wanted to bury his sex in and found himself to be mesmerized by the pale flesh on those cheeks dusted with the pink tint of sexual arousal, the lowered eyelids upon the hazy eyes, the dirty blonde hair that curled slightly behind his ears because of the way Remus carelessly tucked it there, the light brown eyelashes that looked as if covered in gold when the light shone on them, and finally those fleshy moist lips that were swollen, reddened, bitten parted in submission. Sirius was divinely convinced that he could look at Remus’ face forever; the expression transmitted one simple message to the dark haired youth that gazed up at his lover, one sublime simple message: “I trust you.”

Sirius felt his heart swell as he pressed his face to Remus’ groin and hugged the hips of his beloved as if not being able to believe that they were about to make love. He finally found his voice and whispered while meeting Remus’ eyes, “let’s take your clothes off, shall we?”

Remus’ fingers were at once disengaging the buttons of his robes, his body quivering with the prospect of being exposed. Sirius grasped the trembling fingers and brought them down to his lips. “No, Moony.” He chuckled, “I’ll take them off. Tonight I worship you.”

Remus wetted his lips with his tongue, his eyes closing for a brief second when his shirt was pulled from his trousers and unbuttoned from his abdomen to his neck. When that part of the attire was discarded on the floor, Remus felt the air of his lungs drain as Sirius lovingly unbuckled his belt, and slowly pulled down the zipper of his trousers. The dark haired boy slid the pants down and off Remus’ legs and took the shoes and socks off as well. He returned to a sitting position and nuzzled the side of Remus’ aching erection with the tip of his nose, giggling when he felt the pubic hair there tickling him and then groaning passionately when he inhaled the erotically spicy and musky scent penetrating him.

Sirius looked up to find that Remus had thrown his head back, had his eyes closed, his succulent mouth open, and to Sirius’ delight, one hand was entwined in his own silky dark hair. Remus was clearly not able to make up his mind as to whether he should thrust into Sirius’ lascivious mouth or caress the dark strands of hair further.

Remus snapped back to the realm of reality when he felt Sirius’ warm breath pull away from his throbbing cock. He looked down and saw the taller lad rummaging through his robes, cursing under his breath and finally pulling out his wand. “Lum--”

“Sirius no!”

Sirius halted his incantation and sighed. He understood exactly why the other boy did not want to be seen in the light. He was probably self conscious about his marked skin.

“Remus I’m dying to see you. Lumos.” The tip of the wand lit up and Sirius placed it on the night table. He turned to look at Remus and brought his hands to the hairless chest in front of his eyes. Remus felt panic soaring through his veins until those skilled fingers began to trace every single one of his scars.

“God. So fucking perfect.” Remus felt his right nipple being rolled between Sirius’ thumb and index fingers making his erection twitch. “What a body you’ve been hiding under those robes all this time.” Sirius began to rain light kisses over the lower abdomen, sinking his teeth delicately into the hipbone. Remus was no longer caring about his scratched flesh. “You’ve just got to remind me to rub my leaking cock over every single one of them scars. I bet the texture against the head will drive me nuts.” Sirius smirked.

Remus looked down into the silvery-gray depths of Sirius’ eyes. He smiled weakly. “Are you going to stare all night?”
Sirius was now grinning. He made his voice sound offended. “All right. All right.”

The dark haired youth stood up, his gaze devouring every inch of skin in front of him as Remus moved back a couple of steps. Sirius began to undress; he let his robes fall unceremoniously to the ground, then he rid himself of the shirt. Remus was panting when Sirius pinched one of his own erect nipples while hissing about how much he liked doing it. The raven hair fell like a silky curtain over Sirius’ shoulders as the boy ran his hands sinfully towards his lower body. “Ahh!” He was pulling lightly on the thin line of black hair running from his navel into his trousers while the other hand cupped the covered erection and gave it a teasing little squeeze. Sirius looked up and met Remus’ eyes. They were both panting. “Oh what the fuck. Show’s over.”

The trousers and the boxers were disposed of and Sirius made his way to sit on top of the bed. He pressed his back to the headboard and planted his feet wide apart on the mattress so that he was exposed luxuriously to the prying, mesmerized Remus.

“Sit in between my legs; press your back against my chest.” Remus gasped at the request and hastily climbed on the bed and did as he was told. As soon was he had Sirius’ erect dick pressing against his back he couldn’t help himself further and started to rhythmically move his hips back and forth, making little strangled sounds of arousal.

“Spread your legs…” Sirius was whispering in his ear along with other obscenities, which made Remus blush in spite of himself. The voice was sensuous and yet caring, ravenous yet restrained.

“Shhh… relax.” A hand was pressing on top of Remus’ hips, keeping the boy from moving them. Sirius took Remus’ hand and brought it to his lips to harass the willing limb with his lips. Sirius closed his eyes concentrating on the little desperate sounds Remus was making as he licked each digit, taking each and every one of them into the slick hot cavern of his mouth running his tongue around them from side to side, biting the tips and coating them with saliva.

Remus turned his head and watched the naughty show feeling each ministration of Sirius’ tongue on his fingers as if they were being applied to his cock. He was panting with lusty rapture and he pressed his index finger deeper into that mouth, getting even more aroused by the sight of the flesh going in and out, in and out. Sirius’ eyes were half-lidded but they were staring right at him; Remus moaned in protest when Sirius pulled the index finger out, the next thing he knew was that Sirius was guiding it down his chest.

Remus gasped for air when Sirius pressed his wet finger into his ass-hole all the way up to the first joint. His head fell back onto the shoulder behind him as Remus thrust his hips against his own finger.

Sirius held Remus’ hand firmly in between the other boy’s buttocks guiding the digit in and out, but not past the second joint. “Tell me Remus. Are you soft in there?” His voice was low, sensuous and tentative.

Remus gave a few frenzied little thrusts trying to fuck himself on his index finger deeper and faster. It felt so good. It was so fucking good to have something inside of him. Remus yelped when Sirius pulled his hand away from the pulsating puckered entrance.

“Is it soft?” Sirius was clearly not going to pleasure him until he responded.

In a hurried whisper Remus breathlessly answered. “So very soft… Oh Sirius, I want it deeper this time!”

“Like that?” The boy in his arms arched his back and moaned desperately as he guided the finger all the way up to the knuckle so that his own fingers, which were holding Remus’ hand, brushed against the puckered flesh. “I take that as a yes.” Sirius was now tapping his fingertips lightly on the skin surrounding the invading digit, enjoying the quivering that sent jolts of lighting to his own cock.

Remus hissed as he spread his legs further, Sirius was now rubbing instead of giving him tantalizing little taps. The dark haired boy grinned wickedly; he loved to have Remus like this—so exited he could only make wordless sounds with his so desirable pink mouth.

Sirius began to lick the fingers on his free hand, coating them with generous amounts of saliva. He brought them down between Remus’ exposed and invaded ass-hole and pushed his index finger to accompany the one that was already inside. Remus stiffened and let out a high pitched wail when he realized that both his and Sirius’s index fingers were stretching him from the inside out. He leaned forward in order to watch his ass being harassed and began to drive his digit in and out, feeling Sirius’ doing the same thing.

The dark haired youth also leaned forward, pressing his sweaty chest to Remus’ scared back; he wanted to watch too. Remus was howling with ecstasy when Sirius began to whisper dirty little comments in his ear. “We’re both fucking you, Moony. That’s it, baby, tighten your ass muscles. Ahhh… Want me to go deeper? God you’re beautiful. I want that tightness around me. Remus… soft, smooth, velvety, virgin Remus. I’d love to have this done to me, it looks delicious.” He smiled and licked his lips; the idea was indeed appealing. “That’s it, Moony… fuck yourself on our fingers.” Remus was now making little sounds somewhere between whimpering and gasping, his eyes were hazy and Sirius felt the muscles he was abusing contract. He hastily pulled them out leaving Remus confused and frustrated.

“No, Sirius! Let me cum… I need it, please. Please. Siri--”

His mouth was crushed with a hungry kiss. Sirius was gently shifting him, so that he lying on the rumpled bed-sheets with Remus on top, facing each other. Remus in his frustration at being left hanging like that decided to retaliate. He plunged his tongue into Sirius’ mouth, moaning with excitement, and ran it against the place below Sirius’ tongue. The taller boy allowed this invasion and opened his lips wider, eager for more contact. Remus pulled away, a tiny bead of saliva connecting his mouth to the other boy’s and he smiled predatorily while rocking his hips forwards; their erections rubbing smoothly against each other.

Remus heard a sharp in-take of air as he lowered his face and began to nip and bite his lover’s neck, making sure to make the actions sting slightly. Sirius didn’t mind at all, he was becoming too fond of the little ministrations and let out soft gasps now and then when Remus took a bite into a sensitive spot. When he was satisfied, Remus looked up to find that Sirius had his eyes closed; his mouth open and was tugging at his dirty blonde hair.

Remus pulled the hand to his lips and kissed it before retuning it to the place it had been on before. He realized ho much he liked to have his hair played with and leaned in a little to increase contact. Sirius opened his eyes and gazed at the boy on top of him. “Like that, Remus?” He pressed a light peck on the boy’s lips and rubbed the dirty blonde tresses lovingly, making Remus smile and purr in the manner of a contented kitten. “So soft… everything about you is so soft.” Remus blushed knowing that the comment referred also to his ass. “You look prettier when your hair is messed up.” Sirius chuckled; his other hand caressing Remus’ hair too. “My Lupinus Sublimis.”

The smaller boy lowered his hazel eyes to gaze upon an erect pink nipple not far from where his mouth was. He pressed an open mouthed assault on the little bud making Sirius arch in sweet agony. Remus decided that that reaction had not been bad at all and that he was on the right track on discovering what made Sirius snap. A little less hesitant he took the nipple between his teeth and suckled on it gently.

“Nnm… Remus…” Sirius was gasping.

“Huh?” He lapped at the little bud seductively and looked up.

“Don’t just look at me, you greedy idiot. Ravage me!”

Remus felt air trapped in his throat and gulped to make it go away. He glanced at the gorgeous body underneath him and pushed himself down to come face to face with the dark haired boy’s weeping cock. He was shivering with the incredible and overwhelming desire to take the hard flesh and push it into his mouth, but found that he was a little hesitant. He had never given a blow job before and was afraid to disappoint Sirius.

He pushed his doubts aside and pressed one of his fingers to cover the slit on top of the velvety head, just the way he liked to do to himself. Sirius whined and thrust; the cock brushed Remus’ cheek, leaving a tiny line of hot white semen smeared on it. Remus took a deep breath and took the erection in his trembling hand, biting his lip when he saw it twitch. The boy caressed the very tip with his closed lips and blew a little onto the slit while watching another pearly bead of come emerge from it. Remus placed the erection in his mouth and began to rub his tongue on its underside while listening to Sirius moan. He teased the smooth organ and little by little pushed it inside of his wet mouth. The remaining part of the shaft which did not fit he placed his hand on.
Sirius was convinced he had died and gone to heaven; Remus was in between his spread legs pleasuring his manhood. He thrust into the warm mouth, his vision blurred, both his hands going down; one began once again to gently tug the thin line of black hair that went from his navel to his crotch, the other entwined in his lover’s dirty blonde hair, urging him to go faster. Remus’ head bobbled up and down and Sirius loved to watch his length coming in and out of that lascivious mouth. His head hit the pillow and Remus cupped his sac gently and lifted it all the way up the stiff underside of his cock, forcing a strangled moan out of him. Remus forced the flesh deeper into his mouth, adoring the bittersweet taste stinging his pink tongue, when he felt the scrotum in his had contract and Sirius scream.

He dragged himself away from Sirius’ heated sexual organs and grinned. Sirius gasped as he ceased tugging on the black hairs on his lower abdomen. He weakly looked up at his grinning boy lover with half-lidded silvery-gray eyes, swallowing for his mouth had gone dry. “That’s what you get for not letting me cum.”

Sirius smirked and moaned. He loved Remus’ idea of retribution. “My, my… Moony! Oh sweet lad of mine… You—I’ve created a monster!”

Remus giggled. “But Sirius, I am a monster.”

“I love you, monster.”

Remus stopped giggling and looked at Sirius straight in the eyes; the look of vulnerability was ever more powerful on him. He felt his eyes watering slightly. “I—I… Sirius, I love you more than my own life…”

“Shhh…” Sirius sat up and took Remus into his arms and pressed him to himself. Remus rested his cheek to his lover’s muscled chest. “You are raw torture.” He lowered Remus onto his back, his dirty blonde slight curls spreading on the white sheets framing the pretty face. Sirius sighed. He ran his hands lightly over the creamy chest below him while drowning in the hazel of Remus’ eyes.
Sirius’ hands became wet under the sweat covering the skin under them, making it glisten in the dim light provided by his lit wand on top of the night-table. Remus took a deep breath and slowly spread his legs while wetting his lips with his tongue. The dark haired youth descended hungrily on the cock between those sensual legs, his dark shinny hair pooling in a silky mess to cover his face. All that Remus could see was an elegant hand resting on his knee and a pair of ivory shoulders covered with luxurious, sweaty raven strands.

Sirius found himself under the veil of darkness provided by his hair and the bittersweet musky sent of the smaller boy’s most intimate parts. He inhaled the scent and felt a jolt of pleasure run down his spine, making his cock pulsate with arousal. He greedily devoured the head of Remus’ erection extracting a moan from his lover while he extracted delicious pre-come from the weeping shaft.

He ran his finger over the salivated tip and then placed it in his mouth. Remus felt as if the world had gone spinning in all directions when he felt something wet and slick moving in and out of his ass hole. His hips thrust and he placed one leg over Sirius’ shoulder in a desperate attempt to get the tongue to go deeper.

Remus yelped and arched his back when two fingers entered him, gently twisting, turning and spreading his tight hole. Sirius was panting with the fervent desire to bury himself in that gloriously soft hole; he spread his fingers wide enough to fit his tongue between them. His other hand had gone to the lovely fleshy area between Remus’ scrotum and his entrance and was rubbing the skin there back and forth.

“Oh yesyesyes! Ohhh…” He whimpered when the caresses ceased and closed his eyes while trying miserably to count from ten to one. Once again Sirius had denied him his release.

He heard Sirius growl and opened his eyes to witness as he coated himself with a clear jelly from a little plastic tube. Sirius took a little longer than usual coating his erection, providing Remus with a delicious performance of fisting himself. Remus reached down to stroke himself for the sight would soon bring him over the edge.

“Don’t touch yourself.”

Remus did as he was told with great difficulty. Sirius positioned himself in between his lover’s legs and rubbed the head of his swollen cock in little circular motions over Remus’ ass hole. He heard the smaller boy gasp when the head penetrated the tight ring of muscle and hovered over the boy with his hands planted firmly on either side of the shoulders. His arms shook with the ecstasy of the soft tightness of virginity and threatened to give way under him.

Remus had trouble finding his voice. “Deeper.” He demanded with fierce determination. Sirius could not have denied such a wanton request and slid a little further. He came to a halt and pulled all the way out, heating a sharp intake of air, then he plunged back in deeper than the previous time.

Remus closed his eyes as he felt his muscles tightening against the invasion inside of his being. It was then that it hurt. He realized he had made a sound about it when Sirius came to a halt and waited for him to adjust. After what seemed like an eternity, his body relaxed and the next time he contracted, he was filled with white hot pleasure from head to toe.

Sirius was having a very hard time trying not to loose control, but when he felt Remus’ arms going around his neck and that sweet breathless voice next to his ear saying ‘fuck me, Sirius. Fuck me hard and fast,’ he lost his reserve. He moaned loudly as he slammed his dick all the way into Remus in one slick, swift motion making the two of them cry out.

Remus had never felt so complete, so filled, and so safe. He had no idea that something as brutal as having heated lascivious sex would make him feel safe the way mating with Sirius did.

He began to meet Sirius thrust for thrust as he eagerly and greedily pushed down on the shaft inside of his body, tightening his muscles when the dark haired youth pulled out, making Sirius whimper, moan and gasp. “Look at me.” Sirius felt his insides squirm as he brushed against Remus’ prostate, making the boy in his arms wrap his legs around his waist. The friction was driving him insane and his slamming became more passionate and frenzied. The sound of flesh smacking flesh and Remus digging his fingernails into his muscled back made Sirius thrust so hard the bed slammed against the wall.

He collapsed on top of moaning, whimpering Remus and held the boy tenderly and he stared into hazel, his hips gave little, shivering thrusts as every drop of semen was drained from his cock. His balls contracted several times and Sirius’ screams of sweet agony filled the chamber. The dark haired boy’ forehead landed on Remus’ shoulder where he continued to gasp and his body shivered as if it had been electrocuted.

Remus was panting and he wrapped his arms tighter around his quivering lover, kissing his shoulders and whatever he could reach. His ass hole felt raw yet it throbbed and tightened deliciously as it was coated with wave after wave of Sirius’ semen; his own cock still hard but near the edge.

Sirius moaned helplessly as he struggled to rise to his weak arms. It felt as if he had lightning running through his veins instead of blood. He whimpered at the sight of his Remus panting and holding him. His flaccid dick slid out of Remus making them both shiver.

The dark haired boy smiled predatorily down at Remus and lowered his flushed face to devour the aching dick still torturing Remus on the brink of pain.

He howled as his weeping shaft was enclosed in Sirius’ mouth, slender hips thrusting wildly as Remus screamed nonsense. His vision was blurry when Sirius began to scrape the underside of his cock gently with his teeth, deep-throating him and letting the gag reflex squeeze the head.

Sirius used one of his free hands to fondle Remus’ ass a little roughly while the other one cupped the scrotum and massaged it delicately. Remus could not take it any longer and he grabbed the sheets around him, making them rip here and there while his back snapped into a tight bow-like arch. He collapsed back on the mattress with a loud thumping sound and sighed, every hair on his body standing at an end.

Sirius came up to face his quivering, wasted lover with an evil smirk embellishing his classical features. He pressed his lips, which were still shivering slightly due to his release, and Remus opened his mouth expecting a hot tongue to ravage him. What he tasted there made him tremble. Sirius had not swallowed a single drop of his white, creamy, bittersweet semen and was now thrusting his tongue for Remus to share it with him.

Remus moaned into the mouth covering his and closed his eyes as Sirius caressed him, the act of sharing his essence in such a way overwhelming him. He pressed his chest and entwined his legs with Sirius’, both still shivering with the intensity with their orgasms, swallowing the offering.

They broke the heated kiss and looked at each other for what seemed long hours. “Sirius, damn…”

“I’m going to kiss you like that every time we do this.”

“That was--”

Sirius removed the sweaty strands of dirty blond hair that were sticking to Remus’ forehead. “That was divine. You are divine.” He kissed the tip of Remus’ nose then chuckled. “Nah… it was sublime. You are sublime.”

Sirius let his head rest on Remus’ chest, loving the way in which the rapid sounds became slower as time passed. He closed his silvery-gray eyes and grabbed a hand, lacing his fingers with Remus’.

“Where do you think James and Peter are?” Asked Remus calmly.

“James who?” Sirius yawned.

“James Potter? Cocky hair? Show off? Gryffindor Chaser? Peter Pettigrew… little wand? Ring a bell?” Remus lazily poked Sirius on the side, making the raven haired youth laughed.

“Friends of ours, I remember. I bet they conjured blankets and are sleeping in the common room…”

But Remus was not listening for he was sound asleep with the most contented look Sirius had ever seen on anyone’s face. He reached out to the night table for his wand, conjured a warm fuzzy blanket and was asleep before the fabric had finished settling on his naked body.


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