Breathless

Remus pressed one hand on James’ bare, sweaty chest and pinned him to the desk as he thrust into him. His other hand held the black leather belt that was strapped around James’ neck firmly. He could feel his friend’s chest, taut and lean, rise and fall sharply with each gasping breath.

“Remus—“ James began in a whimper as the belt tightened around his throat.

“Shut up,” Remus snarled. He punctuated his command with a hard, forceful thrust into James. His friend replied with a quick, spasmodic jerk as he arched his back against the surface of the desk.

No one would ever have guessed that Remus – shy, timid, gentle Remus – had such a bestial side to him; such an irony, really. Only James knew Remus like this; he had known for a good part of the entire year. Their relationship was, of course, not public information. They didn\'t want anyone to know how addicted they were to the thrill they had discovered. They would steal away into empty classrooms when they had the chance and Remus would fuck James. Doing such a taboo thing with the door unsealed was always so exhilarating. Just the fact that someone could come in at any moment and see them - James splayed out naked at the mercy of an equally nude Remus - was so bloody exciting.

“Remus—“ he tried again as he clawed at Remus’ thin arms.

“I said shut up!” Remus hissed angrily and plunged into him hard, while he tugged at the belt once more. The desk scraped across the wooden floor loudly as it was shoved forth by the power of Remus’ thrust.

Remus was vindictive when he fucked James. He liked to thrust into him, slamming against his prostate fiercely, just to watch James fight against the overwhelming urge to scream out Remus’ name. Of course, they couldn’t make too much noise for fear of being overheard. Part of the game was to make as little sound as possible. Notwithstanding how much they wanted to cry out when they reached the culmination of their game and released in a heady rush of endorphins and lust.

The belt, however, was a new thing. When they staggered into the classroom in a tangle of entwining arms and kisses, Remus had threaded his belt from his trousers just before he let them drop from his hips and pool around his ankles. As James leaned up against the desk, Remus looped the leather belt around his neck. He slid the strap through the buckle and tugged it tight before pushing James back against the surface. It gave James a fright and he gasped, “What are you doing?!” just as Remus snagged the belt tight around his throat. Remus, as he forced James’ legs apart and met the boy’s hole with his finger, answered the boy with a hiss. “Shut up!” The belt utterly terrified James and completely thrilled him at the same time. The way the thick hard cool leather pinched his throat and tightened with each thrust into him was so incredibly mind-blowing.

James writhed against his friend and gasped throatily. He raked his nails down Remus’ arms, which made the lycan snarl rabidly. James’ glasses were lop-sided on his sweaty face and his hair was more askew than usual. Perspiration trickled in clear rivulets from his forehead to his hairline, glistening in the dim light of the classroom. He dared not speak again, scared that Remus would tighten the belt around his throat until he couldn’t breathe, so he mouthed silently, “Remus.”

“James,” Remus groaned in a low, husky voice. He slid his hand that was on James’ chest down his sweaty stomach, over his hip and down his thigh. Circling his arm around it, he hoisted his best friend\'s leg up against his waist and drove into him. He twisted the strap of the belt in his hand and pulled just that bit tighter as he stared down at James with angry, animalistic eyes.

Remus loved how the belt looked around James’ throat. He loved how the thick, coarse leather bit in against his flesh, how it made the veins on the boy’s neck stand out, how it made James look up at him in such fear. Oh, that fear was simply exquisite. He pulled the belt until James’ head was lifted from the desk and momentarily cut off enough of the boy’s air so that he wheezed. Remus quickly lessened the grip of the belt and whispered wickedly, “Scared, James?”

James tongue flicked out and licked across his parched lips. “Yes,” he mouthed.

Remus thrust hard into him and grinned. “Good,” he purred. He cast his hazel eyes down to look at his glistening cock slide in and out of James. He loved to watch himself plunge into James; it made him so fucking aroused to watch his prick, thick and swollen with veins, split the darker-haired boy’s hole open. Remus loved to withdraw himself until just the head breached the boy’s entrance, in order to watch his cock pulse and twitch before skewering it back in until he was buried deep within James’ arse.

Slowly, he travelled his eyes up to the darker-haired boy’s cock. Precome had leaked out and streaked across James’ abdomen in a shimmering wet line. His prick was a livid pink colour as it throbbed and pulsed against his stomach, jumping each time Remus’ cock hit James’ prostate. “Aching to come, are you, James?” Remus whispered as he looked back up to James’ wide eyes and ploughed into him again.

“Yes,” James mouthed silently.

Remus tugged on the belt again. Tightening it until the boy’s head was lifted from the desk once more, he hissed, “What?”

James winced and clawed at Remus’ arms. He looked up at Remus in desperation, so fucking frightened, yet simply yearning for more. “Yes,” he soundlessly repeated.

Remus pulled the belt tight and watched as James’ face instantly grew a deep red colour as his air was squeezed off. “Answer me!” he hissed as he thrust into him again.

James wheezed and dug his fingers into Remus’ arms, clamping his eyes shut and managing a strangled, “Yes!”

God, James looked so gorgeous like that. Remus loved how his face pinched up, how his lips parted as he fought for air, how the veins on his temple bulged out, and how crimson his face went when Remus momentarily closed off his throat. “Fuck, James,” Remus snarled, thrusting into him again and gazing down at the boy. “Fuck, look at you!” A smile curled on his scarred lips as James gagged and Remus instantly loosened the belt again. James’ head thumped against the table with a crack; he wheezed and coughed, his face gradually returning to its original colour.

Gripping James firmly by the thigh and pulling the boy closer to him, Remus gave a low growl as he slammed into him again. The desk scraped over the wooden floor with a loud screech and he heard James let out a gasp of fright at the sound. Remus lagged his head forward and hunched over James as he slid in and out of him in a fast, rhythmic motion. The walls of James’ cavity gripped him, fitting around him like a glove. Remus could feel the ripple of his best friend’s inner muscles squeezing his prick, enveloping him like a vacuum, as though it was trying to suck Remus in deeper.

Sweat ran down Remus’ face in droplets, gleamed in the faint light, and dripped off his chin onto James’ stomach. His sandy blond hair matted across his forehead and his face was flushed as he gritted his teeth, feeling his peak approaching. He closed his eyes as he felt his body tingle and his loins throb, eager to come and eager to spill into James.

The darker-haired boy whimpered and grunted, trying to swallow against the firm belt that gripped his neck like a vice. “Remus—“ he began again, his voice strained and hoarse.

Remus opened his eyes and glared down at James. He tugged the belt tightly until it dug into the boy’s neck and spat, “Shut up!”

James gagged and dashed his hands to the belt that was closing off his air. He scratched at it desperately, his eyes wide with shock, fear and lust. As he struggled with the belt, Remus jarred into him hard, making James arch his back against the desktop. His glasses slipped from his face and landed to the floor with a light clatter. He relentlessly rode against Remus’ cock, feeling it strike his prostate, which sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He tried to cry out; all he could do was let out a staccato sputtering.

Remus grinned wickedly. He tugged the belt tighter, tighter, tighter, until James’ throat was locked and utterly seized by the death grip of the leather strap. Watching James struggle, listening to him wheeze and choke made Remus so much fucking harder. He dug his fingers into the boy’s thigh fiercely and speared into him as fast as he could, grunting and gasping. Oh god, he was so close, so fucking close. “Come on, gorgeous,” Remus muttered wantonly. “Come for me, James.” He let go of his thigh and moved his hand to James’ cock, curled his fingers around it and began to fist it in time with his thrusts. “Come on!” he whispered sharply.

James gurgled and gagged; he scratched at the belt around his throat and stared up at Remus, his eyes bulging. ’I can’t fucking breathe!’, he thought desperately. His heart beat sped up, drumming in his chest, pounding in his head, ringing in his ears as he fought for breath. Oh god, he was fighting to breathe. His extremities tingled and buzzed; black spots danced in front of his eyes and his body felt, oh god, so fucking alive! He could feel every nerve ending in his body, feel his blood rushing through his veins, feel his cock throb as Remus thrummed his sweaty hand up and down the pulsing shaft. God, it was harder than he had ever felt before in his life. James writhed and struggled and, oh god, he was going to come hard. Remus’ cock, gliding in and out of him, felt so bloody thick, so fucking long; the nerves in his cavity felt like they were incinerating with each thrust.

“Come on, Prongs,” Remus coaxed in a whisper. His sadistic smile was broadening on his scarred, flushed face. “Come on, baby.” He wrenched the belt tighter as he gritted his teeth and fucked James like he had never fucked him before in his life. His sweat-slicked hand worked up and down James’ thick length, twisting, tugging and sliding up and down it so hard his arm ached. The desk continued to scrape rhythmically over the wooden floor with every thrust into James, the sound echoing around the empty room. It would have easily been heard by anyone who may have chanced to walk past the room.

James was caving; he felt like he was floating suspended in air as his breath was squeezed from him. His lungs burned and his heart thumped dully in time with each pound of Remus’ cock into him. It was like he was leaving his body and entering a numb plain of existence elsewhere entirely. The spots continued to dance in front of his eyes and his veins throbbed as his oxygen-starved blood fought to pump through them. He didn’t know it, but he had managed to tilt his hips off the desk. He continued to scrabble at the leather belt, though he was rapidly weakening. His throat was on fire and his body was awakened with euphoria.

James’ lungs were trapped and his heart felt like it was going to implode. He began to drift into a stuporous daze, his mind shutting off from the world as his body gave over to the incredible sensation of Remus fucking him, while holding his life in his hand by means of a simple leather belt. He wanted to scream; fuck, he wanted to cry out in pleasure, beg Remus to fuck him harder.

He dashed his hands out and scratched at Remus’ scarred chest as he felt, oh god, an explosion. James’ body suddenly felt like it was torched alight; everything turned white as his body seized up and he came. Oh GOD, he came! It was like fireworks, the way his whole body lit up as his seed shot forth and spewed over Remus’ hand and over his belly. He arched his back as he completely succumbed to the unbelievable sensation of his orgasm without any air. Oh god, as he tried to breathe with each tumescent wave of his release, his chest grew tighter and tighter and tighter, until it felt like his lungs were going to collapse.

Remus watched; oh, god, it was beautiful. He drove into James as hard as he could, looking at how James began to drift somewhere between living and the brink of death. He ploughed into him, grunting and straining his neck until veins popped out on his throat. He felt James’ hole pulse and tighten as the boy’s release hit and, oh fuck, James looked incredible. Remus held the belt taut and continually fisted James’ cock as it spewed out line after line of come. His breath grew steadily more ragged, laboured, and raspy, and oh fuck! He let out a loud whine as he hunched over James and came deep inside of him. He came and came and came, like he had never come before. He drove into him until he could take no more, until he could feel James’ frantic scratches to his chest become rapidly weaker and weaker.

Panting and sweating profusely, Remus came to a halt as his orgasm waned and quickly loosened the belt around James’ throat. His best friend\'s eyes were rolled up in his head and his face had taken on a livid purple colour. Tugging the belt from his throat, Remus could see a fierce red mark where the strap had been digging into James’ neck. He threw the belt to the floor, ignoring the loud clacking sound as the buckle struck the wooden floorboards. Remus let his flaccid cock slip from James, dashed his hand to his friends\'s face and snatched his chin. He rolled the boy’s head so James faced up and then quickly slapped his face, barking sharply, “James! James!” He slapped him a few more times on the cheek, saying his name loudly, before James let out a throaty, weak groan.

James suddenly took in a deep breath, which sent him into a vicious coughing spasm. His body was aching and his lungs were protesting painfully. James weakly clutched at his throat as he coughed, gagged and wheezed, while Remus scooped him up in his arms and dragged him down to the floor to sit with him. He cradled James between his legs, holding him close as James slowly came around. Remus smoothed his damp, sweaty hair back from his forehead and kissed his cheek, muttering to him that he was all right and that he was safe.

After a long time, James finally managed his first words to Remus; his voice was scratchy, weak and painful-sounding. “Moony…” he croaked.

“Hm?” Remus asked as he pressed another kiss to his cheek.

“That…was…incredible,” James rasped.

Remus grinned. “Good.”

James turned his head and peered at Remus with unfocused eyes, his face ashen and his lips pale. “You’re fucking…amazing,” he continued, still sounding breathless.

Remus blushed, as he was commonly known to do. “I try,” he replied.

“Amazing,” James repeated before he launched into another dry coughing fit.