Épicé Torrent

Hunched over Sirius on the bed, Remus curls his fingers around Sirius’ cock and licks the tip gently. He feels Sirius tense up and sees out of the corner of his eye the boy gripping the duvet cover in his clenched fists. He smiles and casts his hazel eyes up, murmuring against the hard prick in his hand, “I love your cock, Padfoot.”

His breath is hot and balmy over Sirius’ shaft and he hears a faint whimper come from the darker-haired boy’s lips. He loves how Sirius reacts to his sultry whispers. Sirius becomes so unglued, as though he loses the ability to function, to think.

Remus loves cock. He loves everything about cock. Especially Sirius’. He fantasises about it, about the way it feels, how velvety smooth the skin is, how long and perfect it is. He can never stop thinking about; it plagues his mind. Each time he touches it, kisses it, runs his thin fingers over it he just can’t get enough of it.

Remus simply worships cock.

He licks the tip again. He swirls his tongue around the head, teasing it, feeling Sirius’ prick flex and pulse in his palm. “I love everything about it. I love how it smells. I love how it tastes.” He parts his lips and closes them over the swollen tip and sucks gently before he pulls away again. “It’s all I think about.”

Sirius gasps and stares down at Remus with his eyes wide open, breathing heavily.

Remus trails his eyes down Sirius’ bare chest, looking over the ripple of muscles, the beautiful sight of perfect tanned skin, those dusty pink nipples and fine trail of dark hair that leads from his navel down to his exquisite cock. “Everything it does excites me,” he murmurs. He quickly glances up to Sirius and meets the boy’s lust filled eyes. “Everything.”

Sirius gulps. He nods; he seems to have lost the ability to speak. He always loses the ability to talk when Remus is like this, over him, worshipping his prick. The hunger in Remus’ eyes is captivating.

Lowering his eyes to Sirius’ cock again, he licks the tip once more before he closes his lips around the head, pushing his mouth down gently. He hears Sirius take in a sharp breath. Remus sucks, applying soft pressure around the shaft by hollowing his cheeks. Slowly, he draws back, letting out a quiet sucking sound as he breaks the suction. “Do you know why it excites me?”

Sirius shakes his head again and licks his lips feverishly.

Remus smiles again. He places his free hand on Sirius’ thigh and slowly runs his palm up to his stomach. “I love it because of the person it comes from, Padfoot,” he breathes. He wants a beat, allowing Sirius to take in the sensation of his warm hand gliding over equally warm flesh. “You.”

Sirius groans faintly and balls his hands into the duvet harder. Remus drives him wild; Remus just knows how to turn him on with words, touch and that look. He is such a timid boy, so quiet and pleasant. No one would ever guess that Remus was so seductive and oh-so naughty.

“I…I-I s-see,” Sirius stammers.

Remus closes his lips around it again, plunging his mouth down further, taking the cock in deeper. He closes his eyes and relishes the taste, the feel of the thickness on his tongue, within his jaws, pulsing and throbbing. He loves the heat it radiates, like a furnace. He draws his lips back up and breaks the suction once again. Licking the tip, he says smoothly, “I love everything that comes from it. Every single thing. It excites me.” He waits another beat before looking up to Sirius and holding his eye contact. “Even the water that pours from it,” he daringly adds.

He watches for reaction, to see how Sirius responds. He doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable; no, that’s not his intention. He just wants Padfoot to know just how much he worships his cock, how much he loves it. “I’d love to get closer to it someday,” Remus presses gently. “Touch it…taste it…” Not wanting to apply pressure, he says again, “Someday.”

Sirius tenses up. He quirks his brows and gives Remus an uncertain look. “Taste my…piss?”

Remus bites his lip and nods. He can tell that Sirius is getting uncomfortable. Sirius shifts on the bed and clears his throat nervously, looking a little perturbed.

He doesn’t press it any further. Instead, Remus lowers his mouth to Sirius’ cock and slides his lips over it, taking in the incredible taste and brings Sirius to orgasm with his expert tongue and adoring mouth.




Remus has delicately brought the subject up a few times. He hints now and again, subtle words and lustful groans when he is crouched between Sirius’ legs, taking his prick deep into his mouth. He tells him how much he adores Sirius’ cock, how he yearns to be closer to it, wanting to experience every single bit of it. He whispers that he would love to feel Sirius’ hot water rushing over his skin and cascading down his throat.

Remus fantasises about it more and more, dreaming of having Sirius drench him, of drenching Sirius, of licking it off and swarming his hands over the warm wetness. He strokes himself to orgasm at night thinking about it. It consumes him, the very thought of that beautiful prick dousing him in its fluids.

He can tell that Sirius is slowly getting used to the idea. He can see Sirius becoming more relaxed, as Remus whispers his fantasies. He knows it’s time to try and gently nudge Sirius further when Sirius comes as Remus strokes him, muttering about pissing over his body.

The shower is hot. The spray hits their naked bodies with force, sending a mist of water ricocheting off their skin, which produces a soft crystalline halo around them in the bathroom’s light.

Remus slides his hands over Sirius’ wet chest, muttering, “I love how your skin feels.”

He imagines that he is touching Sirius after dousing him, rubbing the fluid into his perfect body. He is hard, his length throbbing against his stomach. He leans in and presses a kiss to Sirius’ cheek. He feels Sirius slide his palms over his back, taking in the sensation of warm, wet skin. Sirius is erect, pressing his cock against Remus’ thigh. He hears the other let out a soft moan, enjoying the sensation of moist skin on skin.

“I-I love how your skin…feels, too,” Sirius confesses.

Remus smiles. He trails his hands down the other’s body as he slowly sinks to his knees and takes Sirius’ cock into his mouth.




They frequent the shower. Remus coaxes Sirius gently, whispering how he wants to rub soap into his skin and massage his shoulders. He tells Sirius how much he loves seeing Sirius naked and wet, how beautiful water looks running down his body.

Remus is standing close to Sirius, his arm around his waist, his fingers tickling the small of his back. His lips are inches from the other’s, their breathing quick and heated. His other hand is clutching his semi-hard prick, holding it downwards.

He watches how water from the shower trickles rivulets down Sirius’ face. “Touch it. Just briefly. You can wash it off the moment you have,” Remus whispers.

Sirius nods nervously and casts his eyes down, looking at the way Remus is holding his cock.

Angling his prick against his thigh, Remus arches his head back and parts his lips, groaning softly as he feels his stream release from his cock. It is warm on his leg, trickling down to his ankle and pooling around their feet.

He feels Sirius brush his fingertips gingerly within the gush of urine and then hears him gasp quietly. Slowly, Sirius cups his hand against Remus’ thigh and catches the remainder of the flow in his palm, gazing down at the way the slightly yellow fluid washes over his skin. Remus feels Sirius gently close his palm over his thigh and he rubs it softly, massaging skin and muscle.

Remus groans and grows hard. He lags his head forward and peers at Sirius, watching the way the boy’s eyes are wide with awe, amazed at what he’s just done. God, imagine how he would look standing over Remus, pissing on him and then crouching down to rub it in. Remus’ breath catches in his throat as he feels Sirius slide his hand up to his balls, touching them softly before moving his palm up over his cock.

Pressing his forehead against Sirius’ wet shoulder, Remus whispers, “I want to feel your piss on me.”

Sirius shudders and grasps Remus’ prick, stroking his hand up and down it.

“Please, Padfoot.”

Sirius nods, taking a hold of his cock and, just before he presses it against his own thigh, Remus grasps his hand and urges him to angle his cock towards him. He wants to feel it rush over his skin, up against his stomach. Sirius continues stroking Remus’ cock as he bites his lip and concentrates letting his stream flow from him. Over hiss of the water from the shower hitting the tiled basin, Remus hears Sirius groan as he gushes forth, spraying himself over Remus’ stomach.

Remus comes, trembling and gasping against the boy’ shoulder as Sirius milks his cock.




They are naked, hands swarming over skin, bodies pressed together and lips kneading and kissing passionately. Sirius is pressed against the shower wall, though the shower isn’t running. No, Remus wants to feel Sirius and only Sirius on his dry skin. He wants to feel wet heat dousing him, trickling down his body.

The sound of their heavy breathing fills the bathroom, soft gasps heard here and there, faint moans and sultry whispers. Remus nibbles on Sirius’ earlobe, kisses his cheeks, trails his tongue down his neck as Sirius arches against the wall and lightly scratches his nails over Remus’ back.

Pressing his lips to Sirius’ ear, he whispers, “I love your cock, Padfoot. I fucking love it.” He curls his fingers around it and slides them up and down the boy’s shaft.

Sirius tilts his hips up against Remus’ hand and moans loudly. “I know,” he gasps. “I know you do, and it drives me crazy.”

Smiling, Remus takes a hold of his cock with his other hand and angles it up at Sirius, brushing the head lightly over the other’s balls. “I want to douse you,” he huskily murmurs.

Sirius nods and digs his nails into Remus’ skin. Pulling away to study Sirius’ face, he bites his lip and focuses on releasing his full bladder, groaning softly as he feels his hot water pushing through his cock and spurting out in a heated spray.

Oh, Sirius is beautiful when he comes, when he arches his neck and orgasms at the sensation of such delicious warmth saturating his cock and balls. It splashes over his stomach and dribbles down, washing his spattered seed down with it as he cries out and shudders in pleasure. He grips on to Remus’ back for purchase to stop himself from collapsing; his legs are trembling and his body is shaking from the powerful instantaneous release.




Remus is kneeling before Sirius in the shower, gazing up at him, adoring the way Sirius is looking back at him. Sirius touches his face, strokes his fingers over his cheek, while he holds his cock in his other hand.

He trails his eyes down Sirius’ naked body, down to his length, his beautiful prick. He wants to close his mouth around it, worship it, take in its taste and feel the weight of it against his tongue. He licks his lips as he hungrily stares at it, his mouth salivating and his taste buds swelling at the mere thought of sliding his lips over it.

“Are you…are you ready?” Sirius asks nervously and hesitantly.

Parting his lips, Remus glances up to Sirius and nods inclining his face towards the boy’s length. His breathing is fast and his prick is pulsing against his stomach. The tile floor is cold against his knees, but he doesn’t care; any moment now he will be feeling warm piss flowing down his body, soaking his skin.

“Close your eyes,” Sirius quietly says.

Oh, Sirius is really getting into this. Remus does as he is told and tilts his face up, sliding his tongue out, ready to capture and savour the gush of urine from Sirius.

He feels the velvety skin of Sirius’ prick touch his lips and he gasps. He quickly licks the head, beckoning Sirius in and, as Sirius slides his length in and groans, Remus opens his mouth wider. His taste buds are tingling and his heart is hammering.

Sirius moans softly and then the hot stream of piss seeps over Remus’ tongue and swills into his mouth. It dribbles down his chin, cascades over his chest and runs down his body, drenching his cock and balls as he gulps back everything that he can. The heat of the water on his prick arouses him further, makes him gasp between swallows. He moves his hand to his cock and grasps it, stroking it quickly as the gush into his mouth continues.

Opening his eyes, he looks up to Sirius and sees the boy gazing at him in wonder, enthralled in the sight of Remus drinking his fluids and watching it pour down his body. His stream slows, spurts and comes to a halt. As Remus swallows the last of it back, he watches Sirius sink to his knees and feels trembling hands press to his chest. Slowly, Sirius glides his palms over Remus’ glistening skin, rubbing the hot moisture into his chest and down his stomach as Remus strokes himself.

Remus gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as his balls rise and tense up. He lolls his head forward, pressing his forehead to Sirius’ shoulder as he utters a cry and comes, his seed spurting over his hand and stomach. Only when he opens his eyes does he realise that Sirius is masturbating as he watches him, plunging his fist up and down his cock quickly.

He sees Sirius come and leans in to claim his lips hungrily, sharing Sirius’ taste with him as the boy moans into his mouth.

Breathless, they pull apart, pressing their palms to each other’s chests and rubbing, massaging, exploring wet skin.

“I love your cock, Padfoot,” Remus whispers.

Sirius smiles as he leans in to claim his lips again. “I know you do,” he murmurs before lips meet and tongues entwine.