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Remus is staring at him. Sirius is pretending to read where he’s stretched out naked on the sofa (he doesn’t often bother with clothes when it’s only the two of them at home). But Remus is staring at him and he knows it’s only a matter of time before it becomes obvious that the flush of warmth in his face is not from the heat of the fireplace. Remus is probably already well aware, because he’s staring at him and he’s sitting on the armchair with his legs splayed, also pretending to read a book, but there’s a very obvious tell between his legs that he’s not reading his book in favour of staring at – no, admiring –Sirius.
Sirius is feeling stubborn and in the mood to tease his boyfriend, so he rolls onto his front, propping up on his elbows with his book spread out in front of him, and pretends that wiggling his bare arse is an accidental side-effect of his fidgeting, the flared base of the plug in his hole proudly on display. He preens a little watching Remus getting visibly more aroused in his periphery. What Sirius soon realises, however, is that while he’s wiggling his arse to tease Remus, his own cock is rubbing against the cushion. It felt a little good at first, to ease the pressure, but soon he’s rutting needily against the sofa and all attempts at seducing Remus into admitting that he’s only pretending to read are forgotten.
“You’re going to make a mess, Padfoot.” The voice comes out, low and warning, and only then Sirius registers his own soft moans. “If you can’t lie there like a good boy, you’d better come sit on my lap.”
Sirius is still feeling a little stubborn so he doesn’t move immediately, but his book lays forgotten as he continues rutting his hips into the sofa and holds direct eye contact, daring Remus to try and make him.
Sit
“Sirius.” The warning is sharper this time and Sirius lets out a little whimper at the combination of Remus’ growled rebuke and the slight throb in his own cock edging closer to climax. Remus puts his book down and spreads his legs just a little wider. He beckons Sirius with a tilt of his head, patting one hand against his thigh, so that there’s no ambiguity in his next command. “Sit.”
Sirius almost comes at the look Remus gives him and has to stop moving then. They’re still staring at each other with heated gazes, but Sirius doesn’t get up from the sofa. Not at first. So Remus cocks an expectant eyebrow and Sirius knows that if he doesn’t decide one way or another soon, Remus is going to decide for him, and he may not like the result. There’s also a not so small part of Sirius that wants to be good for Remus.
He gets up from the sofa, strutting over to Remus who, to Sirius’ satisfaction, can’t stop staring at his bobbing cock as he walks. The minute he is within reach, Remus’ hands are on his hips, thumbs rubbing soothingly over the sharp angle of his bones. Remus tears his eyes away from Sirius’ cock to gaze up at him with the reflection of the flames glancing in his darkening eyes.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.” So Sirius sits himself on Remus’ lap, only the thin fabric of Remus’ boxers separating his thick, firm cock from Sirius’ arse.
Stay
“Did I tell you to move?” Remus demands, when Sirius automatically starts grinding his arse back into the stiff outline of Remus’ cock. Remus’ erection pushes against the butt plug and Sirius whines needily as it nudges ever so slightly deeper inside him, pressing against his prostate.
“No, Moony,” Sirius mumbles, but doesn’t stop rocking in his lap. Remus tuts, and wedges a hand beneath Sirius’ arse, lifting Sirius off his lap just a fraction. Sirius gasps at the sudden pressure as Remus removes the plug with a sharp tug, and then groans at the feeling of emptiness.
“Ssh, baby.” Remus hums into his ear, “You’ll be full again soon.”
Remus makes good on his word, because not a moment later he’s pulling Sirius back down onto his cock. Despite being stretched out by Remus' fingers that morning, then walking around with the plug inside him all day, Remus is still too big. The stretch is noticeable as he’s lowered onto Remus’ cock and another needy groan escapes.
“Don’t move sweetheart.” Remus says in a low, rumbling taunt, once Sirius has taken all of him and is seated firmly back in his lap. “Stay still while I finish this chapter.”
He picks up his book once again, reading over Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius does his best to stay still, to be good and sit on Remus’ cock without fidgeting. He really does. But he’s so full of Remus and his own cock is aching and if he adjusted his position the tiniest bit, the angle would be just right to-
Remus hand is gripping his waist, hard. Remus has lowered the book and Sirius only now notices that he’s been ever so slightly rocking his hips.
“What do you think you’re doing baby? I thought I told you to stay still.”
“M’sorry Remus, I-” Sirius starts stumbling his apologies, but Remus is shushing him gently. Too gently.
Down
“So desperate for my cock you can’t even follow a simple instruction.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re trying your best.”
“Remus, please…” But it’s too late. He doesn’t need to see Remus’ expression to know there’s a gleam in his eyes.
“On your knees, Sirius.” He’s off Remus’ lap now and already whimpering at the emptiness. But he knows he can’t afford to misbehave now, so he sinks to his knees between Remus’ legs. He tries to keep his eyes on Remus’ but he can’t help allowing himself a glance at Remus’ swollen cock, standing proud and upright between his legs, shiny with precome and the lube from Sirius’ arse. He licks his lips inadvertently and Remus smirks.
Then Remus picks up his book with one hand and, gripping his cock in the other, he draws his fist over himself in long, slow strokes. All Sirius can do is sit back on his legs and watch in envy of Remus’ hand as it teases another drop of precome from the steadily leaking tip. He clenches his hands into fists over his own thighs, fighting every urge to grab for Remus, or tug at his own throbbing cock. Instead he fidgets and waits while Remus remains out of reach and turns another page.
Maybe an hour passes, maybe two. All the while Sirius’ unstimulated erection kicks against the air, occasionally dribbling precome. His ears are filled with the sound of his own pulse throbbing with want. Remus continues to play with his own cock absent-mindedly, not bringing himself anywhere near the edge, but staying hard enough that Sirius’ mouth fills with saliva from how much he wants to swallow Remus whole. Sirius doesn’t understand how Remus manages to stay so calm and collected, barely an irregular breath as he continues to read.
Beg
After what feels like an eternity, Remus puts down his book. He looks consideringly at Sirius, mischief still dancing in his eyes in time to the flickering light of dying flames. Then he reaches forward, cupping Sirius’ jaw in his palm and stroking a thumb over his flushed cheeks.
“So pretty on your knees for me baby.” He murmurs, and leaning forwards he pulls Sirius up to meet him in a kiss. It’s less of a kiss, more an offering of Remus’ tongue pressing between Sirius’ lips, and Sirius gratefully accepts, drinking him in, lapping up the taste of Remus in his mouth. Until Remus pulls away again and buries his hand into Sirius’ hair. He tugs Sirius forward, until Sirius’ lips are almost within reach of his cock. Sirius lurches forward in an attempt to close the gap, but Remus’ hand keeps him in place with a sharp pull. “Not yet baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Want to taste you.” Sirius mumbles, no longer aware of anything except the heat of Remus’ cock inches from his face. “Want your cock, Remus. Want you in my mouth.”
“I know you do, sweetheart. Ask nicely.”
“Moony, please can I suck your cock.”
“I don’t know… doesn’t sound like you really mean it. Convince me, baby.”
“Please Remus, please let me taste you, I need it, I need your cock in my mouth, please.” Sirius growls out in a frustrated stream of whimpering pleas that are only stopped by Remus taking his cock in one hand and pressing it between Sirius’ lips.
“So sweet when you beg for me, darling.” Remus moans above him, scrunching up his eyes and throwing his head back in bliss.
Come
Sirius bobs his head over Remus cock, taking it all the way to the base until it nudges into his throat, and then swallows deeply as Remus moans and streams a flurry of swears and admiration for the man on his knees, all the while clutching at his hair. Remus groans and thrusts up into Sirius’ mouth, only gently so that Sirius is still doing most of the work.
“Fuck baby, such a perfect mouth. I love how you feel around me sweetheart. That’s it, darling, feels so good…” And on and on, those filthy moans and sweet praises gush from his lips, until Sirius is back at the edge from Remus’ words and the taste of him in his mouth. Sirius is the one controlling his movements, deciding how far to take Remus, deciding when to swirling his tongue around the tip, when to graze his teeth along the shaft, or choke against the base of his cock. But Remus keeps a firm grip in his hair, so Sirius isn’t able to remove his mouth from Remus’ cock completely, unable to beg with words for the release he so desperately needs.
Instead he turns his gaze up to meet Remus’ and Remus inhales sharply, giving a pointed thrust of his hips in return. Sirius can feel the tears at the edge of his eyes when Remus thrusts just a bit too deep. He whines around Remus’ cock, now desperate to come without Remus even touching him.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Remus’ voice is breathy and broken by his own moans of pleasure. “I know what you need.”
Sirius moans again, his best attempt to beg with his mouth full of Remus’ cock which is now thrusting purposefully. Remus has taken over, which is just as well because Sirius is so distracted by the desperate urge to come that he’s forgotten how to use his mouth. So Remus does it for him, his gentle thrusts gathering momentum as he starts to pick up his pace.
“Fuck baby, so good for me.” He groans, emphasising his words with his thrusts, “So desperate just from sucking my cock. I haven’t even touched you and you want to come so badly, don’t you? Look how hard you are, made such a mess of yourself just thinking about my hands on your cock- Ah-ah,” he chides, when Sirius’ hands flinch towards his cock. “No baby, no touching. You don’t need to, do you? You’re going to come just from this, just from my cock in your mouth, aren’t you baby?”
Sirius moans loudly, an urgent whine around Remus’ cock, and Remus’ eyes are shadowed by his own arousal at the sound of Sirius’ desperation, still thrusting firmly. His cock is hot and heavy as it throbs against Sirius’ tongue and it only makes Sirius’ own erection ache more knowing that Remus is close too.
He sucks harshly at Remus’ cock, flattening his tongue, lapping up his leaking precome, desperate for a taste. Remus’ hand in his hair tightens at the added pressure and the movement of his hips becomes erratic, so unlike his usual self-control.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart.” He gasps when their eyes meet again, “So fucking beautiful. That’s- ohhh fuck, that’s it- come for me baby!” At Remus’ command, Sirius comes hard, his hips sputtering against nothing, as he spills over his lap, over Remus’ socks and their favourite purple rug. He’s still coming when Remus tugs sharply at his hair and comes down his throat with a final thrust.
Good Boy
Sirius drinks up every drop, continuing to suck lightly on the cock softening in his mouth while he comes down from his own climax, until Remus, jolting sensitively at the overstimulation, pulls him back into his lap.
“You were so good for me, baby. I love seeing you come untouched like that. Thank you.” Remus murmurs, his words melting into hummed praises whispered low in Sirius’ ear. Sirius folds himself into Remus’ lap, resting sleepily against his shoulder, his post-orgasm daze and the last dwindling heat from the fire now making him drowsy enough that he could fall asleep right there in Remus’ lap.
Remus strokes his hair and tucks his own legs beneath them until they’re encircling each other in the armchair, both sated and content. As Sirius begins to drift off, he’s vaguely aware of Remus nuzzling at his neck, burrowing beneath his hair to suck gentle kisses on his throat. He feels Remus pause when he reaches his favourite spot at Sirius’ collarbone and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, the sharp bite rousing Sirius from his dozing for just long enough to become aware of the bruise that will be there in the morning to remind him that he belongs to someone, that he is loved.
“Good boy.” Sirius mumbles when Remus laps a soothing lick over the fresh outline of his teeth. Because while Sirius may behave a bit like a dog at times, there’s no denying that Remus is the wolf.