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They were at a party. They were at a party and Sirius was bored. They were at a party and Remus was chatting happily to Fabian and Marlene, not even noticing that Sirius was bored.
It was supposed to be a small get together for Lily’s baby shower, but because it was the first time they and all their friends had been together in months, the cosy little gathering had turned into an afternoon of drinking, which had turned into nibbles, which had turned into more drinking, until it had gotten later and later, until it was well past ten p.m. and everyone was more than a bit tipsy (apart from Lily who claimed she was drunk on the pregnancy hormones). Then they were no longer at a baby shower; they were at a party.
They were at a party, where Remus had been paying attention to everyone but Sirius all night. And yes, Sirius was a full-grown adult, who understood that not everything needed to be about him, least of all Lily’s baby shower. And it wasn’t like he was jealous of the way Kingsley had his hands all over Remus, because Remus was the most beautiful man in any room, so it was about time someone other than Sirius flirted with him. Sirius was perfectly capable of accepting all this. And sure, Sirius had spent a fair amount of time gossiping with Mary, and dancing with James, and flirting with Kingsley himself, but that didn’t mean it was okay for Remus to ignore him all evening.
All this to say, they were at a party, and Sirius was bored, and Remus hadn’t noticed, and Sirius was about to make it everyone else’s problem. All it took was for James to teasingly ask Remus and Sirius when he could expect to be named godfather to their own little sprog.
“Sorry, Prongs, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re slightly lacking the proper anatomy.” Remus chuckled, his ears only a little bit pink at being put on the spot, because James never had any sense of certain conversations being intimate and best not brought up for the first time in a room full of people. “Probably just as well, though. I don’t think I’d be very suited to being a parent.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Sirius began, already feeling a little less bored seeing Remus’ eyes narrow at the shit-eating grin on his face. “I think you’d make an excellent Daddy.”
Remus spluttered. His blush spread from his ears all the way below the collar of his shirt, and he choked on his drink, spilling half the cup on James and Lily’s new carpet. Remus tried to recover the situation with an eyeroll and a dismissive shake of his head, but the damage was done.
“Pass me a drink please, Daddy.” Marlene asked Remus as he rifled through the fridge for Lily’s special chocolate. Remus’ ears burned red.
“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there, Daddy.” Mary apologised with a coy-fluttering eyelashes when she ‘accidentally’ bumped into Remus on her way to the bathroom. The back of Remus’ neck was now scarlet.
“Looking good, Daddy,” Lily winked with a twinkle in her laugh.
To Sirius’ unending amusement, Remus became ‘Daddy’ for the rest of the evening, his face a permanent flush of scarlet. Remus’ whole body was probably a gorgeous crimson. Sirius couldn’t wait to find out.
“Having fun tonight, Daddy?” Sirius whispered, approaching Remus from behind when he emerged from the bathroom in the hallway. He laughed loudly when Remus jumped, enjoying himself too much to notice Remus’ mood shift until he turned around and Sirius was confronted with his unimpressed glare.
“Sirius, you did that on purpose.” He jabbed an accusing finger, sounding more than a little exasperated.
“Maybe.” Sirius shrugged, not bothering to wipe the grin off his face.
“And why exactly was it necessary to torture me in front of all our friends?”
“I was bored.”
“You were-” Remus stopped. He drew a steadying breath and edged an inch of space between them, looking Sirius up and down consideringly. Sirius felt his amused expression finally begin to slip as something darkened in Remus’ eyes and his permanently flustered expression was entirely replaced by something sinister. “Oh sweetheart, has Daddy not been paying enough attention to you this evening?”
Sirius’ knees almost buckled beneath him, he felt the blood run away from his head. He may not have thought this plan all the way through. That was usually Remus’ job, after all.
“Did my poor baby decide you needed to act up to get Daddy to notice you?” Remus whispered teasingly, reaching up to stroke a taunting finger over Sirius’ cheek that burned beneath the touch. “Does Daddy need to teach you how to behave?”
All of a sudden Sirius was finding it very difficult to swallow, and even more difficult to speak. So instead he nodded mutely, unable to tear his gaze away from the malicious teasing smirk that had crept onto Remus’ face. And then Remus was the one bursting into laughter as he disappeared, returning to the party and leaving Sirius standing alone in the hallway, attempting to subtly adjust his now ridiculously tight jeans. Merlin why did he never think things through.
When Sirius re-entered the lounge, Remus was sitting laid back on the sofa chatting happily with their friends. Lily and James were curled around each other on the armchair. Peter leaned over the fireplace, his eyes occasionally drifting shut as he struggled to stay awake. Marlene and Dorcas were tangled together on the floor, Dorcas playing with Marlene’s hair who was using Dorcas’ belly as a pillow, while Mary laughed at them from where she was stretched out over the remaining sofa. Everyone else had gone home, and the dizzying burble of the party had quietened into a gentle murmur of their closest friends sharing hushed stories and tipsy laughter in the diminishing light of the glowing fire.
“Hi baby,” Remus murmured pulling Sirius down into his lap.
Sirius let out a small whimper, though luckily none of their other friends seemed to notice.
“Are you going to be good and sit quietly on Daddy’s lap?” Remus purred into his ear, and Sirius shivered, inadvertently rocking his hips, noticing the slight stiffening beneath Remus’ trousers as he did so. Remus only gave a low chuckle when Sirius reached for a cushion to cover his own lap. Sirius tried to get comfortable, tried to ignore the pressure at his backside but the moment he got close to finding a good position, Remus knotted his arms around Sirius’ waist, sliding his hands beneath the cushion and between Sirius’ thighs.
“Please not here.” Sirius mumbled, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, as Remus’ hand barely brushed over the line of his zip, the tight jeans he was wearing leaving little room to avoid the taunting touch.
“Worried I’ll embarrass you in front of our friends?” He could hear Remus’ smirk, and fine, perhaps Sirius deserved that.
“C’mon, Remus…”
“Oh? So now I’m Remus again? How disappointing.”
“Please, Moony.”
“Already begging, baby. Should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a brat around all our friends.”
“Remus-” Sirius gave another soft whine trying not to wriggle too much in Remus’ lap even though he could feel Remus swelling beneath him and it was doing nothing to help his own growing need.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart, not Remus. I’m ‘Daddy’ remember? Say it.” Remus whispered the command.
“Sorry Daddy.”
“So obedient baby, well done. Now sit still and be good for Daddy. And don’t forget to use your colours if you need to, darling.” He added a little softer and Sirius felt a fizzle of warmth at the gentle reminder.
“Yes Daddy.” Then, before Sirius could remember to protest, Remus’ hand was palming at Sirius’ cock through his trousers and it was all he could do to stop the little moans of pleasure escaping as the conversation continued on around him. Remus, meanwhile, seemed perfectly unaffected and was happily chuckling at something Lily had said, despite the firm pressure growing harder against Sirius’ arse.
Sirius squirmed and wriggled, trying and failing to get comfortable in Remus’ lap, while Remus continued toying with his cock through the coarse fabric of his jeans. He knew he must be bright red by now, but hoped it was hidden beneath the rosy hues of the fire’s glow. Remus was saying something about the recently added restrictions to wand magic, but Sirius couldn’t focus on anything being said. Remus’ hand continued its movements all the while, only stopping briefly when Sirius’ hips twitched or he let a small needy breath escape. Remus knew too well all the sounds he made when he was getting close, even when he was doing his best not to draw attention to it.
In a foolish moment of blind stubbornness, Sirius was overcome by a small stroke of vengeance, and ground his arse purposefully into Remus’ lap. He realised his mistake when Remus’ hand froze, gripping him with a tight squeeze beneath the fabric.
“I thought you were going to be good for Daddy?” Remus murmured, dangerously quiet, warm breath tickling against Sirius’ neck. “That’s strike two, sweetheart.”
“Two? But-”
“Strike one was calling me Daddy in front of all our friends. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.” Remus warned and Sirius grumbled. “What was that darling? Did you want to make it strike three?”
“Hey Pads, you alright?” James’ voice floated over from across the room.
“Er- erm, I-”
“He’s feeling a bit poorly actually,” Remus chimed in breezily as though he didn’t currently have his hand around Sirius’ cock in the middle of their best friends’ living room. “Had a bit too much of the rosé, I fear. We best be getting him home.”
James just chuckled, while Lily caught Sirius’ eye with a knowing glance and he felt himself blush further. Despite James’ protests she got up to see them out, batting James away with her hand. With great difficulty, Sirius attempted to hide the obvious erection as Lily saw them to the door, kissing both their cheeks on the way out.
“Alright, well have fun you two.” Lily said, with a smirking grin. “Especially you, Daddy.”
“Oh we will.” Remus, the absolute devil, had the nerve to wink after complaining all night about being called ‘Daddy’.
“Thanks again for coming,” she said and Sirius had to clench his jaw. The little sparkle of mischief in Lily’s eye told him that she knew exactly what she was doing, but Remus’ gentle hand at his back served as a reminder that he couldn’t afford to act out now, not when he was so close to getting what he really wanted – his daddy’s undivided attention.
“We’ll see you soon,” Remus promised, before stepping out and disapparating them both home, which Sirius was grateful for because his head was already a bit too fuzzy to be doing any serious magic. But when they arrived home Remus abandoned him in the hallway, wordlessly stalking into the bedroom without sparing a glance back in Sirius’ direction.
“Um, Moony?” Sirius asked, starting to worry that Remus had decided to go to bed and leave him and his aching cock to suffer. There was no reply, but Remus had left the door slightly open, so Sirius followed him in, finding him already tugging his tie loose and undoing the buttons of his shirt. Sirius was almost excited for a moment, but Remus turned at the noise of the door shutting behind him, and any excitement he had felt was coloured by the slightest taste of fear.
“Oh sorry. Were you talking to me?” Sirius started to correct himself, but Remus spoke over him. “Don’t bother, darling. And you won’t be needing those.”
With a flick of his wrist Sirius’ clothes vanished, and he was left exposed, his hard, leaking cock jutting conspicuously from between his thighs. Sirius’ body was subsumed in a flush of heat when Remus glanced at him over his shoulder, wearing the perfect expression of innocence with the exception of that crooked smirk.
“On the bed, lie on your back.” He instructed and Sirius found his body responding before he’d even fully registered the words, while Remus continued to watch him with that almost predatorial curve on his lips. There was some shuffling around the room, and then Remus was back beside the bed, standing over him with his shirt hanging open. He sat on the edge of the bed beside Sirius and crossed one leg over the other knee, angling his body so that he had easy access to Sirius’ cock, while keeping a close watch on Sirius’ expression. Sirius was left with a full view of Remus’ erection tenting beneath his trousers that had frustratingly been left on.
Then, without a word, Remus wrapped his large hand around Sirius’ cock and when Sirius let out a small sigh of relief, something wicked sparked in Remus’ gaze at the sound. Sirius swallowed tightly, as Remus began to stroke lazily over his cock, keeping his grip just a little too loose and his movements a little too slow.
He had been on edge for the past hour and was already desperate to come, but one look at Remus’ expression told him that wasn’t going to happen, as he shuddered beneath Remus’ teasing motions, not quite enough to help him reach his release. His breath caught in his chest, his face flushing hotly, and his eyes fluttered shut when Remus did something particularly excruciating with his forefinger and thumb. He opened his eyes again only to see Remus smirking cruelly down at him, a firm grip around the base of Sirius’ cock, stopping him from coming. Sirius panted, fidgeting against the restraint, but only once he’d calmed again did Remus resume his torturous movements.
“Daddy missed you so much this evening, baby.” Remus crooned softly through his mocking smile. “But I suppose you already knew that. Were you so lonely without me standing next to you all night that you had to misbehave?”
“Remus, I-” Sirius was cut off by his own gasp as Remus’ grip tightened again, his hand ceasing its movements.
“You’re only making it harder for yourself, sweetheart.” Remus tutted, “Address me properly or that’ll be three strikes. You won’t like what happens after three strikes.”
“Please, I need-” Sirius tried to force the words out, but whatever cocky bravado that had gotten him into this mess in the first place had abandoned him now. “Please Daddy, I need to come.”
“Oh baby, of course you do.” Remus’ lips curled, and it only made Sirius throb harder with want. “But I think we should probably talk about this first, hm?”
“Please… please I want-”
“Oh sweetheart, you’ve already gotten what you wanted.” Remus leaned forward, whispering into Sirius’ ear, “you have Daddy’s Full,” a kiss, “Undivided,” his teeth tugged at Sirius’ earlobe, “Attention.” Remus ended, sucking a bruise against the soft spot behind Sirius’ ear.
Sirius shuddered a moan, his cock straining harder against Remus’ touches. Then he whined without restraint when Remus released him, and stood up from the bed again. Sirius watched, entranced, as Remus’ shirt, then his trousers and socks, then his pants came off one by one. He couldn’t help licking his lips, desperate to touch, when he saw Remus’ heavy cock protruding from the nest of hair at its base, the head shiny with a drip of precome. Remus caught him staring and smirked.
“Don’t get distracted now, baby. I fully intend on making you come several times tonight, but I can’t do that until we’ve talked about this.” Then Remus was back on top of him, his body arching over Sirius’, teasing him with proximity, while his hand returned to stroking his cock. “Talk to me baby. You can come when I’m satisfied you’ve communicated with me properly.”
It took several moments, but eventually Sirius was able to steady out his breathing enough to speak. “I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what, Sirius?” Remus’ lips tickled against him as he spoke, pausing to pepper kisses over his chest, before asking, “If you like me being your daddy?”
“No. No, I definitely like that.” Sirius rasped through a breathy moan as Remus licked a stripe up his neck and then fastened his teeth over his throat and sucking hard.
“Mmh, that’s good to know.” Remus murmured, his lips leaving trails of heat on Sirius’ skin, “I like it too. I didn’t think I was much of the ‘daddy’ type, but as it turns out, I’d quite happily be your daddy.” He could feel Remus’ lips moving into a smirk, now back over his chest. “So what are you not sure about?”
“I’m not sure if- oh fuck,” Sirius stuttered when Remus’ teeth clamped over one of his nipples, and his back arched, thrusting his hips into Remus’ grip, still stroking slowly over his cock. “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable- ah- comfortable…saying it all the time.”
“Hmm,” Remus considered for a moment, pressing more kisses against Sirius’ chest as he did so, “I can see why it might be difficult baby, and you definitely don’t have to use it all the time. You’ve been doing beautifully so far, though, so I’d like to keep using it tonight if you think you can manage that? Does it make it any better to know that it makes me so hard hearing you call me ‘Daddy’?”
“Yeah… that helps. A bit.” Remus’ continued to trail kisses down to his stomach.
“What else do you think might help?”
“I… um, I- I liked it when you m-” Sirius bit his lips with a gasp when Remus’ hand curved over the head of his cock, before returning to stroking his shaft, his movements speeding up just a fraction in encouragement, “when you made me say it. Like if I didn’t, I was going to get into trouble.”
Remus’ warm chuckle echoed between Sirius’ ribs. “Oh sweetheart, such a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? Is that why you were acting so bratty tonight, hm?”
“No, I just missed you Daddy.” Sirius shivered when Remus raised his head and eyes of the deepest brown snapped up to meet his.
“Oh, darling, I love you.” There was almost a hint of a whine in Remus’ voice, and Sirius felt the swelling heat of Remus’ cock trailing precome up his thigh as he shuffled back up Sirius’ body to wrap him in a clumsy kiss. “Is this okay?”
“Mhm.” Sirius couldn’t manage more than the voiceless noise, the hand on his cock tightened, moving ever so slightly faster now as Sirius’ own fingers came to tangle up in Remus’ hair. Remus raised his leg into an arch over Sirius’ thigh, blanketing Sirius’ body, and the added weight made him feel safe and secure.
“Is there anything else you’d like to talk about with this?” Remus whispered, pausing his movements completely. Sirius gave a small groan of protest. He wanted to be honest, but it felt exceedingly vulnerable, what he was about to admit. Felt almost tantamount to a confession, or like signing his life over into Remus’ hands. But it seemed ridiculous to worry about such a thing, when the fact was, Sirius was already Remus’ to keep. Even so, it took a moment for the words to reach his lips.
The moment surrounded them, the room still and quiet, while Remus waited for Sirius to speak. Their bodies touched at every point, their breath fusing in the slip of air between them, noses so close that Sirius’ entire vision was occupied the warmth and love in Remus’ gaze.
“Even if I can’t say it all the time,” He started, a little hesitant. “I think I want you to be my daddy all the time. During sex and in our everyday life at home.”
Sirius held his breath, waiting for Remus’ response. Remus looked over his expression carefully, and Sirius’ reward came when Remus pressed their lips together, firm at first, and then melting as lips parted and tongues met.
“I’d love that.” He whispered when he pulled back again. “Just like I love how you’re always my sweet baby.”
“I think… I think it makes me feel safe.” Sirius admitted. “Like you’ll protect me.”
There was something fierce in Remus’ voice when he spoke again. “I will always protect you baby. Daddy will keep you safe no matter what.”
“Thank you Daddy.”
Remus growled in response, and then all reticence was gone. Taking firm hold of Sirius’ cock, he sped up his movements, kissing and biting Sirius all over as he coaxed Sirius back to the brink, where he’d been keeping him all night, and then eased him right over the edge until Sirius was panting and pleading, desperate to come.
“Please, D- Daddy, please… nnggh, oh fuck, Daddy please-” He writhed, begging through his breathless moans.
“Come for Daddy,” Remus ordered and with a few final tugs, Sirius thrusted his hips into Remus’ hand. He came with a shout, the combination of Remus’ touch and that husky command too much for him to hold back any longer, spurting thick ropes of come between them and all over Remus’ hand. Remus drew him back in for another plunging kiss, Sirius panting desperately into his mouth, still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.
“What do you say baby?” Remus pulled away again, releasing his hold on Sirius and raising his hand to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers with a quiet groan of delight as if he were licking up a sweet dessert.
“Thank you.” Remus stilled and raised both eyebrows in warning. Sirius blushed, feeling only more embarrassed now that he didn’t have the building pressure of his orgasm to distract him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“So good for me, sweetheart.” Remus smoothed the sweat-sticky hair from Sirius’ brow and deposited a kiss on his forehead. Sirius felt the tension ease out of his bones as Remus lay down next to him, resting his head on Sirius’ chest and stroking his fingers over Sirius’ body in soft, caressing movements. The touches were meant to soothe, not seduce, but if Sirius hadn’t only just come, he was sure he’d be close to getting hard all over again. Sirius stroked his fingers through Remus’ curls, reciprocating his kindness, the love with which Remus always looked after him at moments like these.
“Love you, Daddy.” Sirius murmured, leaning in to offer another open-mouthed kiss, rolling his tongue lazily over Remus’, sucking lightly and then pulling away to nip at his jaw.
“Oh sweetheart, I love you too. And I love being your daddy.” Remus groaned, apparently unable to stop himself from rutting his hips to rub his still swollen cock against Sirius’ body. Sirius gave a soft chuckle.
“So desperate Daddy. I thought I was meant to be the brat?”
“You are a brat, baby. But of the two of us, you’re the only one who’s gotten to come, and I’ve been hard as a rock since you called me Daddy in front of all our friends.”
“Oh did that turn you on, Daddy? I had no idea.” Sirius grinned, turning onto his side and intertwining their legs so that he could nudge his thigh a little firmer against Remus’ cock. “That must have been really awkward for you.”
“Brat.” Remus huffed, no longer making any attempt to disguise his slow-rocking hips, nudging himself against Sirius’ leg. Sirius sunk their mouths together, swirling his tongue over Remus’ and running his hands over Remus’ body, coming to a stop over his arse. He gripped tight and pulled Remus up against him, sliding a finger between Remus’ cheeks to graze over his hole.
Edging his finger just past the tight rim, Sirius whispered, “Come for me Daddy.”
In no time at all, Remus was spilling over his thigh, groaning into his mouth as he came. Sirius held him close, scattering kisses over his cheeks, nose and forehead as Remus came down from his orgasm. Sirius was already growing hard again and made no complaint when Remus rocked him onto his back, sucking several more bruises onto his throat. He got the impression that his daddy wasn’t going to let him sleep very much at all that night.
“I’ll tell James and the others to stop teasing you.” He mumbled quietly, holding back his moans, as Remus began trailing his lips back down Sirius’ chest, over his stomach, across his hips and towards the hardening outline of his cock. “I want it to be just for us. You’re my daddy, no one else’s.”
“Only yours, baby.” Remus promised, holding Sirius’ gaze. Then Sirius’ eyes drifted shut with a low groan of pleasure as Remus’ mouth closed around him.