Old Things, New Things
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,315
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3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Old Things, New Things
Author's note:This is a sequel to Requirement. This happens...uh...the next night. Yeah. I sure didn't make that up just now. Nope. I know it's short. But... review it anyway. I don't know where to go from here. Remus' POV.
It's been too long. I know. It's only been twenty-two hours. But I already need you again. So. I will go again tonight.
And when I arrive, for the first time, I don't find you there. So I undress, I sit on the bed, close my eyes and wait. I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember anything until the moment you touched me. I felt you press the line of you body into the line of mine, and it woke me. I roll over to face you, lying next to me on the bed, and you reach out to stroke my hair. My first thought is that you seem different. So much more tender than usual. I like it.
For the longest time, you just touch me, running your hands all over me, until I can't speak for wanting you. You see my mouth work, I suppose, because you have mercy on me. Oh, and what a sweet and horrid mercy it is.
You follow the paths your hand took, lightly. It tickles, and I try to arch away. You hold me in place, but I struggle. All of a sudden, ropes tie my wrists, and I struggle no more. You grin at me, more wolfishly than I ever could, and I feel true fear in my stomach.
I haven't felt that before, not with you. I'm not entirely sure if I like it, but I honestly don't think you care. I don't either. When you slip inside me, it's so gentle. So different. You never say a word.
You just...love me. When I come, it's quiet. But...not gentle. I've never come so hard in my entire life. You still say nothing. You don't even come. I lay down, and the ropes go slack. I think I fall asleep again. When I wake up, you're gone.
I've never been more confused about what I need.
It's been too long. I know. It's only been twenty-two hours. But I already need you again. So. I will go again tonight.
And when I arrive, for the first time, I don't find you there. So I undress, I sit on the bed, close my eyes and wait. I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember anything until the moment you touched me. I felt you press the line of you body into the line of mine, and it woke me. I roll over to face you, lying next to me on the bed, and you reach out to stroke my hair. My first thought is that you seem different. So much more tender than usual. I like it.
For the longest time, you just touch me, running your hands all over me, until I can't speak for wanting you. You see my mouth work, I suppose, because you have mercy on me. Oh, and what a sweet and horrid mercy it is.
You follow the paths your hand took, lightly. It tickles, and I try to arch away. You hold me in place, but I struggle. All of a sudden, ropes tie my wrists, and I struggle no more. You grin at me, more wolfishly than I ever could, and I feel true fear in my stomach.
I haven't felt that before, not with you. I'm not entirely sure if I like it, but I honestly don't think you care. I don't either. When you slip inside me, it's so gentle. So different. You never say a word.
You just...love me. When I come, it's quiet. But...not gentle. I've never come so hard in my entire life. You still say nothing. You don't even come. I lay down, and the ropes go slack. I think I fall asleep again. When I wake up, you're gone.
I've never been more confused about what I need.