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Remus watched the guy out of the corner of his eyes, while he organised the shelves. He noticed him loitering around the candy display for the last few minutes and kept checking on him as he stood at the end of the aisle.
Remus couldn't stop his eyes from wondering, the guy was wearing wide-leg jeans that hung low on his hips, exposing the bones that made up the v of his torso. Alongside that he was sporting a crop top and a baggy zip up that he had slightly shrugged of his shoulders. His black hair framed his faces in perfect waves and Remus really tried not to stare. He tried not to as the guy rocked back and forth on his chunky sneakers. He willed his eyes to rip away from the toned expanse of his midriff and go back to restocking the chocolate bars.
He noticed the guy finally move from his methodical swaying and lean forward, the hoody bunched on the curve of his back and Remus had to consciously make an effort to tear his eyes away from the curve of his butt. How could someone be so fucking pretty? It was unfair.
Then, Remus watched the guy pluck a lollipop from the display...and the promptly unwrap it, plopping it into his mouth. Remus let out a soft sigh, abandoning the box of chocolate on the ground as he walked over to the guy.
"Are you going to pay for that?" Remus tilted his head, arms crossed as he stopped right next to the guy. He saw a grey eye turn to him with disinterest. He watched it grow minimally before the guy swerved to face him. His eyes roamed up and down his body as he brought the lollipop slightly out of his mouth, the sugary red mixing with the pink of his lips as he sucked on it. Once the man's impossibly grey gaze locked once again with his, he popped the candy out of his mouth.
"If you ring me up, I will." A smirk was growing steadily on the man's face. Remus breathed out through his nose slowly. If his looks made his job easier so be it. Remus knew what he was working with/ He wasn't for everyone, but the people he was for were crazy about him. He had just never anticipated a guy like this to fancy him. Beautiful hair, perfectly manicured brows, smudged eyeliner and a lip piercing. Remus walked around him, saying, "Come on then."
They guy followed after him like na obedient puppy, not a word of protest out of him. That might have been due to the lollipop inside his mouth and the way he could feel his eyes on his back. Once Remus arrived behind one of the empty tills, he swiped his card to unlock it and held his palm out before him.
A perfect brow raised at him. "The wrapper." Remus informed him. He dropped his eyes to the till, not being able to keep the man's silvery gaze. His felt the plastic wrapping on the inside of his hand, along with fingers brushing their way between the pads of his palm and lightly circling on his wrist before they were pushed away.
Remus looked back up at the man, who smiled at him slyly, "Buy yourself something nice." He felt the man's other hand slip a note inside his breast pocket before walking through the cash register. Remus watched him go, eyes catching on the tattoo on his lower back. Remus had to swallow hard before he finally reached for the pocket. He produced a twenty pound note and put it in the system, calculating the change on the one-pound candy and pocketing the amount he was supposed to give out. That was his first tip as a cashier. People tipped waiters, they didn't tip supermarket workers.
That guy was to this day, the only guy to tip him when he worked at the Tesco's.
The next time Remus saw the guy, he was working the tills. He looked at the conveyor belt and processed the back of spearmint gum, he then watched as a packet of condoms landed in the newly vacated spot. He didn't think much of it, it wasn't his job to judge.
"Your total will be 3-" He lifted his gaze and his throat caught. It suddenly felt very dry as bright grey eyes stared at him with intensity no eyes ever has before. "Isn't it policy to wear name tags at work?" The guy's eyes roamed all over the buttons of his shirt before flicking back up.
"It is." Remus felt his lips twitch to smile as he answered. He was notorious for not wearing his name tag, his name was a dead giveaway to finding him and he tried not to give it out to strangers. His manager had never bothered him over it. "3,25." Remus finally let himself smirk as he regarded the man again.
He was biting his lip and making it a pretty deep pink colour. He felt the tell-tale weight of two two-pound coins in his hand, you got those ridges memorised after a while and watched as the man let his finger trail the pads of his palm again.
"What time do you get off?" The guy asked in a low tone. Remus swallowed harshly as he looked down at the man. He was looking up at him from underneath his lashed, the look in his eyes was dangerous. Remus never did the casual hook-up thing and he was clocked in. "You don't even know my name." Remus reminded him.
His eyes were glued to the movement of the man licking his lips. He looked him up and down again, gaze hungry, before shrugging. "Fine, your loss."
Remus watched him walk out of the store again, the inside of his mouth felt like cotton. The man had popped a gum and was blowing it outside the glass windows, sticking the condoms in his back pocket before walking off.
Remus didn't see the guy for a full week after that. He was keeping the shelves tidy when he was there again, this time, there was no oversized hoodie, instead he was wearing a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black bell bottoms that hugged him in all the right places. Remus had to manually close his mouth, because his jaw had been hanging open. He had to swallow down the excessive amount of drool at the sight of him. The man wasn't even looking his way, he was too busy checking out their alcohol selection with his sunglasses propped up on his hairline, pulling the hair away from his face. He had grown some facial hair since, a slight mustache and goatee showing up on his chin. Remus might not have recognised him, were it not for the fact he could see his silhouette behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes.
He purposefully switched with his coworker for the only working till just so he would be the one to ring him up. The man placed a bottle of whiskey on the conveyor belt. "And Malboro Reds." He asked, already digging in his back pocket for his wallet.
Remus turned to his cigarette display looking for the right kind. "I'm going to need an id for these." he announced, fishing a pack of the reds from the stash and checking them for him. When he looked up at the man, he was staring at him, unimpressed. His perfect brow was raised as he gestured to himself with his hand.
Remus noticed the tattoo's peeking out of the deep v of his shirt as well as his facial hair, but he just shrugged. "I'm going to have to see it." Remus doubled down. The guy rolled his eyes and took out his id, holding it up for him. "Sirius Orion Black, 03/11/1959." Remus read his id and took the 50 pound note form him. Only one year older than him.
"I want my change back." Sirius demanded. Remus smiled at him sweetly, "Of course, that's our policy." The grin that spread on his face was involuntary as Sirius scowled and took his change spitefully. He took the whiskey and cigarettes in one hand and walked out of the store.
Remus watched as he met up with a tall punk guy outside with green tips in his hair. He handed him the whiskey and took out a lighter from his back pocket, it was bright red. Remus swore it looked like one of the disposables he had near his cash register. He glanced towards the display at his station and noticed that the particular model, which he was thinking of, was missing. The spot, where it once stood, was left empty.
He glanced back out the windows and watched the guy blow out smoke into the air. The punk guy leaned towards him, placed one hand under his chin and kissed him. Remus tried not to stare, but his eyes were glued to the action. The way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. After an ungodly amount of time watching them, they parted and the guy brought the cigarette back towards his lips. Remus watched as his eyes slid to him, catching him right in the act of staring at the two of them making out. Remus looked away, his cheeks burning. Not soon after, he had another customer he had to ring up and that took his mind off the exchange for a bit.
He could not get Sirius Black out of his mind.
He couldn't get the image of him kissing the bloke outside the store. The way he held the cigarette between his lips. How he'd swiped the lighter from underneath his nose and had the gall to ask for his change back. He saw those bright eyes when he tried to sleep.
When Sirius Black next showed up to his work, Remus was practically ready to jump him in one of the aisles.
He had been minding his business, crouching while he restocked tin cans on one of the lower shelves. He saw as a pair of hips entered his peripheral and he glimpsed a milky expanse of skin stretch before him. His eyes travelled up the body in front of him. He watched the lower back tattoo move in front of him and his breath hitched. Sirius was wearing those low rise jeans again as he stood up on his tiptoes and reached for a product on one of the higher shelves. Remus wet his lips as his eyes followed the curve of his spine as his back arched. He brought a can from the shelf and inspected its ingredient list.
"Help me put this back?" Sirius held the canned tomatoes down towards him. Remus looked from the object up to it's face to see a small smirk playing on his features. Remus curled his hands around the can and used it as leverage to pulls himself up to standing, Sirius supporting his weight.
He put the can back in its place and looked down at Sirius standing very much in his personal space. He was all but brushing up against him and Remus could practically hear his breathing so close to him.
"Thank you, handsome." Sirius smiled up at him, brushing a hand along his shoulder, hand coming to rest on his bicep. Remus had to remind himself he was at work and definitely could not push up one of his customers against the shelves and push his tongue down his throat. He couldn't do that, but he wanted to do that. He wanted to put his hands under his thighs and hoist him up until he could press himself up against him and feel his ankles cross behind his ass.
"You single?" Remus whispered, not really trusting his voice to not sound too thick with want. Sirius' lips stretched into a smile. "You interested?" he replied with a question of his own. His tongue darted out and brushed his lips and his grey eyes dipped down to Remus' mouth.
Remus brows twitched, but he stayed silent. Sirius took his hand away and stepped away from Remus. Remus liked watching Sirius walk away from him, his lower back tattoo stuck in his mind like it was tattooed on the insides on the inside of his skull. When Sirius switched aisles, so did Remus. He watched the man grab a small glass vial of vodka from the alcohol aisle. He walked just out of it, right underneath the camera that was pointed at the drinks and stuck the small glass bottle past the line of his belt.
Remus glanced up at his face and saw that he was watching Remus out of the corner of his eye. He had to swallow. He was not being paid enough for this. He approached Sirius.
"You know I saw that." he sighed, crossing his arms. Sirius blinked up at him innocently. "Saw what?"
"You just stole a flask." Remus deadpanned and Sirius bit his lip. "If I deny it, will you search me, Mr. Security?" he crooned, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"I don't actually work security." Remus managed to say, his eyes dropping to the waistband of his jeans where he knew he had stuck the stolen item. "Then we don't have a problem, do we?" Sirius smirked up at him.
He was really not being paid enough to be teased by someone this attractive right in front of him. Not by someone committing petty theft at that.
"I'll buy something if you want to ring me up." Sirius offered. Remus wanted to more than simply ring him up. Remus wanted to make his ears ring after coming down from a pleasure high. He let out a small sigh, "Pick something then."
He made his way towards the till and switched out with the person on the shift with him. He checked some people out and then at the end of the line were the piercing grey eyes rimmed with smudged kohl. On the conveyor belt, only a lollipop arrived with him.
Sirius smirked at him. "This and your number, Remus." he requested, dropping his name tag next to the lollipop. Remus absent-mindedly palmed at his trouser pocket, where he usually kept it in case someone wanted to complain about him not wearing it. It was empty. He swiped it back from the conveyor belt and returned it to its original holding place.
"My number isn't for sale." Remus furrowed his brows slightly. Sirius pouted. "Fine, then give me a pack of Reds." he huffed out, looking away from him.
Remus took a lighter from the display, scanning it first-Sirius turned to look at him, gaze dropping to the new item-and only then turned to get the cigs.
"That'll be 4, 50." Remus rang him up and when he looked back at him. Sirius was gazing at him, lips parted and smiling slightly.
"Can't I get you on your break? I can be quick." Sirius promised him, breathless. Remus resisted a smile. "I can't." he informed him.
Sirius let out a quiet whine at that. "I like a challenge." he pleaded, practically begging across the register. Remus was far too turned on to be working anyway, so Sirius sealed the deal when he asked, "Take your lunch for me then?"
Remus scanned a pack of condoms without even looking. "Meet me out back in 5." he instructed and saw Sirius' eyes light up. "Keep the change." Sirius threw down a note and grabbed his shopping. Remus calculated out the change as he watched Sirius light up a smoke outside the windows.
Remus flagged down his coworker and told them he'd be taking his lunch break early. He walked out back and found Sirius leaning against the building, cigarette held lightly between his middle and index finger as he drank from the flask he'd swiped. His eyes moved towards the sound of the door opening. Remus watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
Remus plucked out the fag from between his fingers and put it to his lips and took a drag. He leaned his side against the wall, the brick grounding him. He looked out into the trees behind the building and blew out the smoke.
Pale fingers circled his wrist as Sirius brought it towards his face and inhaled from the cigarette still held in Remus' hand.
He blew out the smoke as he started lowering himself down to his knees. Remus and shot up to grasp his cheek, but ended up closing around his neck instead. He could feel Sirius' pulse quicken as he guided him back up. Remus loosened his grip and he felt Sirius shudder a breath against his lips. They were so close now, inhaling the same air.
Sirius' eyes dipped down to his lips before rising to meet his with a pleading expression. Remus ducked his head down and placed his lips on his. His entire body coiled up and relaxed at the same time as Sirius wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling himself flush against Remus, whose hand on his neck slid to cradle the back of his neck.
Sirius kept pressing against him, pulling back just the slightest amount to tilt his head and kissed him again. Remus matched him, tilting his head the other way and Sirius let his tongue dart out and licked along the seam of Remus lips.
Remus pulled back and let Sirius chase his lips. "Not here." He whispered. He dropped the cigarette and ground it into the pavement with his shoe. He grabbed Sirius hand and dragged him towards the back room of his workplace. Thankfully, the break room had a lock on the door, so that was exactly where he took him.
Sirius gave an appreciative hum when the lock clicked shut and then Remus could feel hands snaking around his torso. He let Sirius unbuckle his belt as his lips brushed against the back of his neck, kissing and licking the skin there. Remus let out a sigh as he let his forehead fall forward against the door.
Sirius didn't need any instructions when he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He palmed him through his boxers, the other hand trailing up his abdomen. He took him out of his underwear as his lips found the side of his throat. Remus tilted his head to grant him better access as Sirius' hand started pumping him methodically.
Remus let out a deep exhale as he let him work him for a little bit, just seeing how he would do it. "Fuck, you're so hot." Sirius groaned right against his earlobe.
Remus stopped him with a hand on his wrist and took it off him. Sirius retreated from him with a small noise. Remus tucked himself back in his boxers and turned around. Sirius looked at him with a slightly confused expression.
Remus put a hand on his cheek and drew him back in. Sirius made happy little noise as their lips connected. He licked into Remus' mouth and he let him, parting his lips. Their tongues brushed against each other and Remus thought he saw stars. He sighed into his mouth and Sirius only heightened his efforts. His hands travelled under his shirt easing it up over his head.
"Get it off." Sirius muttered out the demand and Remus chuckled, chucking his work shirt off his body to satisfy him. Sirius' mouth was back on his as soon as it was possible, his hands mapping every inch on Remus' torso. Remus buried his hands into Sirius' hair, tugging at it slightly at the root, which elicited a moan from Sirius. Remus pulled his head back by his hair. He took a second to admire his pink lips, parted and heaving breaths between them.
"All of it, off." Remus pulled him forwards by his belt loops as he started undressing him. Sirius seemed to have no qualms about that, taking his cropped shirt ofer his head and flinging it somewhere. While he was busy with that, Remus pushed both the waistband of his jeans and his pants down. He was now crouching in front of him as the fabric pulled around his legs.
Sirius stepped out his sneakers and the pile of fabric, while Remus eyes roamed over his body. They caught on each and every tattoo inked on his body. Sirius felt himself flush, Remus was so pretty on his knees that it was killing him, but this isn't actually how it went. Since he's the one getting railed, he's probably not going to get-
Remus wrapped his fingers around his length and pumped him with a roll ow his wrist. Sirius let out a content sigh. Never mind, they were doing this.
Remus ripped open a condom with his teeth while his other hand was working him and Sirius felt himself twitch in his grasp. He resisted a shudder as Remus rolled the rubber over his cock. He resumed his pumping once the condom was on and brought his face closer. Sirius was transfixed on the way he parted his mouth and licked up the underside of his shaft, looking in his eyes the entire time. Sirius' hands went into his hair as he wrapped his lips around his head.
Sirius thought that was the prettiest sight in the world. Shirtless Remus with a straining erection, on the floor in front of him, taking him like a good boy. Remus sucked him deeper into his mouth and the warmth and feel of his mouth around him was divine.
"Fuck, just like that." Sirius cursed, eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. He tugged on Remus hair to coax him to do it just the way he liked. The light brown locks fisted between his fingers felt soft and it all felt so good. Remus bobbed his mouth, around him while his hand rubbed the base of his shaft.
When Sirius started fucking himself into his mouth, he barely realised it. Remus ran his hands up and down his legs comfortingly as he bucked into him and when Sirius fell over the edge, he barely even realised it.
"Ah, Remus." He moaned out and came in the rubber confines of the condom. Remus let him fall out of his mouth with a slick sound. "Was that good?" he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.
Sirius let out a strained little laugh. "You have no idea." He carded his fingers through Remus' hair, brushing it back. The man leaned into the touch, eyes falling closed as Sirius ran his hands through his hair. His eyes fluttered open as Sirius leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I want to ride you on that sofa." Sirius pointed to the two-seater against one of the walls in the room. "And lose the clothes while you're at it." He patted his cheek affectionately. Remus pushed himself up from his knees and kissed him again. Sirius hands found his way into his hair and between his shoulder blades.
"Have to work you up first." Remus murmured against his lips, hands cupping his ass and giving it a squeeze. Sirius bit at his lower lip softly and he parted his lips. Remus' hand trailed up his spine, touch feather-light and Sirius shivered at the sensation, sighing into his mouth. "Use me however you wish." Sirius offered into his mouth. He felt Remus chuckle against his lips.
"So eager." His thumbs pressed under Sirius' jaw and tilted it back. Their lips stifled the moan Sirius let out as Remus let his hand lightly grasp at his neck, putting pressure on the sides of it and felt the pulse spike underneath his fingers. Remus broke the kiss off and looked at the man gazing at him wantonly. "Remus, please." Sirius breathed out.
"Be a good boy and grab protection, then we'll talk." Remus tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let him go. He made quick work of his bottoms. He normally would've felt self-conscious, standing stark naked in the break room, but one glance at Sirius and he had no thoughts about that whatsoever. Sirius was worrying his bottom lip while his hands fidgeted with the condom wrapper, turning it over between his fingers as he ogled Remus a couple of steps away.
He walked over to Sirius standing by the sofa, buried his hand in his locks and kissed him roughly. He couldn't get enough of the soft wet heat of Sirius' mouth. Remus felt him put a hand on his cock and start pumping him while they kissed. Remus groaned into the kiss, which only spurned Sirius's hand to speed up.
"Knees on the cushions." Remus demanded into his mouth and Sirius followed his order. He broke the kiss, turned around and climbed onto the sofa on his knees, legs apart without Remus having to say anything.
He saw the puckered hole under the lower back tattoo and felt his mouth water. Fuck, Sirius was too pretty for his own good. The faint curve of his waist and the fucking moon phases going up his spine, Remus wanted to lick them. Sirius turned his head to look at him, slowly rolling his hips. Remus approached him and his dick rested right on top of the tattoo above his ass, Sirius whined, but Remus only placed two fingers on his bottom lip.
Sirius opened his mouth and obediently took them in his mouth sucking and licking at them and god, what Remus wouldn't give to have that mouth wrapped around a different appendage. Sirius held eye contact throughout coating his fingers with saliva, save for a few moments when he closed his eyes and moaned around them when Remus' other hand trailed feather-light touches along his back and ass.
Remus took his fingers out of his mouth and watched as the spit slipped past his bottom lip. He placed his lubricated fingers against the rim of his hole and watched Sirius shudder out a breath as he teased the opening. Remus entered the first finger slowly, pushing more and more inside him by small increments until he had it buried until his second knuckle. He pumped it inside him until Sirius breathed out, "More."
He almost pulled out his first finger when he slipped in his second. Sirius pushed himself back onto them immediately and Remus barked out a laugh. "Easy, easy." He soothed him, his free hand splayed out above his ass, rubbing into the skin over his tattoo.
"Well, then get on with it." Sirius grit out and Remus raised his brows, pulling his fingers out completely after a few thrusts. Sirius whined at the loss , but then Remus held out his hand near his mouth. "Spit." he ordered and Sirius gave him a brief smile before letting the saliva he'd pooled in his mouth hit all his fingers.
"Hurry up, I'm going to take you so well." Sirius wiggled underneath him right before Remus stuck four of his fingers, stretching him out. He only let out a moan as he gripped the backrest of the sofa. "What? No talking back now?" Remus chuckled as he moved his fingers inside him, curling them and spreading them out, Sirius only whimpered, his body trembling with pleasure. Remus found the spot that did that and brushed it again. Sirius hung his head and his hips sank further onto his fingers.
"Fuck, I-" Sirius broke out into a moan as Remus brushed that spot inside him again. "I need you inside me. There." Remus was glad he only had one co-worker on shift with him and they had to be out front, because he was fairly certain Sirius' obscene moans could be heard through the walls.
"Condom." Remus reminded him and took his fingers out of his ass and watched Sirius' perineum spasm around the lack of intrusion. Remus wiped his fingers off on the ring of nerves and his ass. Sirius turned around and opened the condom. He kneeled in front of Remus, rolling the rubber onto his length hungrily. Before Remus could say anything more. Sirius was taking him into his mouth and enthusiastically sucking his cock. What Remus wouldn't give to feel that pretty moth directly over his length. Sirius was still doing a good job of getting him off, hollowing out his cheeks and taking him until Remus could feel his tip hit the soft of his throat. He moaned, burying his hand in Sirius hair, guiding him along his cock. Fuck, he took him so beautifully. Once the spit began leaking out the side of his lip, Remus pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop.
He jerked his chin towards the couch and Sirius got himself back into his previous position. "Good boy." Remus praised before lining himself up at his entrance. He let his own spit drip down to the tight hole for good measure, spreading it with his finger before pushing his tip in.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Sirius chanted in quick succession as Remus pushed himself in deeper. Remus had to bite back a groan at how tight Sirius felt. Fuck, he felt like heaven. Remus pushed himself further and stopped to gauge Sirius reaction. He was white-knuckling the backrest, eyebrows knitted upwards in pleasure. He was so beautiful. Remus pushed himself the rest of the way and saw Sirius' eyes widen at the additional length.
"Fuck," he breathed out, hanging his head, "ruin me." He pleaded, hips already rolling against him slowly. Remus watched the way he took him all on his own, admiring the way his skin dragged with every sliver he pulled out.
Remus gripped Sirius' hips like handles as he slammed into him with one swift motion. Sirius cried out, "Yes!" Remus kept his thrusts long and hard and watched as Sirius became a moaning mess before him, he met his every thrust and arched so beautifully around him.
He pounded into him until Sirius begged to be fucked harder. He placed over of his knees on the sofa next to Sirius, pushing him further into the cushions. The new leverage allowed him to slam his hips faster into him, with smaller thrusts, but the onslaught against his nerves was too much. He got lost in the way Sirius felt around him, tight and warm and so very vocal bout how good he felt too. Remus barely registered when Sirius came again, his walls tightening around him as he ejaculated into his condom again.
Remus didn't stop until he felt his own muscles tense, hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm inside of Sirius. After he was thoroughly spent and the stars stopped glinting behind his eyes, Remus pulled out of Sirius. Both of them were panting, Remus' was much heavier than Sirius', who not long after pushed himself back to standing on shaky legs.
He turned around and Remus could see the fucked out look in his eye, still glazed and blissed out with pleasure as his gaze roamed over him. "You're free to do that to me whenever. Fuck." Sirius ran his hands through his hair, pulling them back from his face. Remus' eyes caught on the sheer layer of sweat over the tattoos going down his sternum as his chest expanded and constricted with each breath. Remus, reminded he could touch, placed his hands on his sides and ducked his head to lick at the skin in the middle of his chest. Sirius hummed contentedly, his hands going into Remus' hair and massaging his scalp as he place his lips over each of the inked areas and licked the salt from his skin.
"How much time do we have?" Sirius spoke and Remus could feel the vibration under his tongue, it was intoxicating. He glanced at the clock over his shoulders, his lips now latching onto his pulse point. "20 minutes, max." he murmured into his skin. "Should be more than enough." Sirius whispered and unglued Remus from his skin.
He manouvered them so Remus was sat on the couch, then he removed both their condoms and tied them off, discarding them in the nearest bin. Remus watched him, hands on his knees as he didn't quite know what to expect. When Sirius returned with two unopened condoms, Remus felt a breath punch out of him. "You can't be-"
"Sirius? Yes, I am." he grinned down at him, placing a knee between Remus', who let out a laugh. "There is no way you'll get me back up, let alone finish me off in the next... 18 minutes." Remus raised his eyebrows at him.
Sirius leaned in, his breath ghosting over his lips. "Watch me." he whispered and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, considering all the events of the past half-hour. He sat next to Remus on he couch, his hand resting over his abdomen. "You know the thing about ears is," he leaned into his ear and whispered right inside it, his lips almost brushing the shell, "no one pays them much attention."
Remus felt a shiver go down his spine, his muscles brushing Sirius hand between his hipbones. He could hear Sirius smile, breath was right there. "So, they're really sensitive." He whispered without withdrawing. Remus let out the breath that had hitched in his throat. Sirius brought his free hand to delicately trace the outline of his ear. God, Remus hadn't expected it. Every single touch left tingles in its wake.
"Do you even know how gorgeous you are?" Sirius sighed, letting his other hand trail a touch like a feather along his abdomen. Remus shuddered at both of the touches, it was so stimulating in different places that he felt himself twitch. "You don't, do you?" Sirius pouted and his hand retreated from his ear. Remus suppressed a whine at the loss of contact, but then Sirius was grabbing his chin and kissing him deeply. He hummed appreciatively into his mouth.
Sirius' tongue slipping into his mouth distracted him from Sirius free hand which ghosted a touch up his half-hard cock. Remus moaned into his mouth, jerking his hips up to meet the touch. The skin on his cock was so sensitive. Sirius broke the kiss and moved to whisper in his ear.
"So sensitive, aren't you?" He whispered right in his ear again, the other one. He panted right alongside it. "It must feel good." Sirius preened as he trailed a finger up his dick once more and Remus nodded, not trusting his voice.
"You know what I'd love to do?" Sirius spoke into his ear. "No." Remus voice was thick with lust. Sirius rewarded that by licking the shell of his ear.
"I want to lick up the length of it. Wrap my lips around your pretty head and I want to take you all the way to the back of my throat." Sirius whispered absolute filth in his ear.
"I want to taste you. Want to feel you on my tongue." He panted in his ear and Remus realised Sirius was touching himself too, rocking into his fist. His lips wrapped around his lobe and he sucked on the soft skin. Remus shuddered out a broken sigh. He followed the movement of his hips with his eyes. Fuck, Sirius was so pretty, fucking himself to the thought of sucking Remus off. It was all so hot. "I want you to come in my mouth, I want you to coat my tongue and I want to swallow you." The erotica that Sirius was writing him on the spot was downright sin. It did wonders to his imagination and when Sirius moaned right in his ear, Remus realised he was hard again.
"Fuck, stop me, please, I'm-" Sirius begged him, still rocking into his hand. Remus grabbed his wrist and Sirius whined from the ruined orgasm. Sirius was panting hard and Remus brought him in for a kiss. Sirius hummed into his mouth appreciatively. He broke it off to put the condom on him again. He then leaned down and took him all the way to the back of his throat like he promised and Remus cursed the rubber barrier between skin.
Sirius threw his leg around Remus' lap and pressed himself forward, hips rolling on top of him, rubbing himself along his cock. "Don't let me cum before you do." Sirius requested, rolling on his own condom. He rose up to position himself over Remus. He sank down on top of him and sigh with contentment as he bottomed out.
"Fuck, you feel perfect." Sirius moaned and fell forward again. His lips were back on Remus' his tongue licking at the seam of his lips again. Their tongues brush along each other as Sirius rocked himself on him, slowly picking up speed while they made out in short, but fast thrusts. Remus had no thoughts beside Sirius, the feel of him around him, over him, inside of him. The scent of him was heady as he rode him.
When his pace was too much to keep the kiss going, Sirius leaned back and put his hands on Remus' shoulders for leverage as he bounced on his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. "God, you're divine, Remus. You're divine." Sirius chanted his name after that like a prayer.
Remus had no idea how he made his name sound so lewd, but he was so incredibly turned on by how talkative Sirius was in bed that it didn't really matter what words felt his pretty mouth. After a while Sirius settled down, slowing his pace again. He folded forward into Remus, his lips latching onto his pulse point. He sank his teeth into the spot and Remus groaned. Sirius soothed the mark with his tongue as he rolled his hips methodically. Remus felt like he was going insane with how good it felt, the slow and dragged out pressure on his cock and the lips sucking a bruise onto his neck. He didn't even care that it would bruise.
"Fuck, go faster please." Remus pleaded and both felt and heard Sirius release his neck. He leaned back and looked at Remus in the eye. They were both completely debauched. "Like you did at the start, please, I'm close." he was begging now. Remus Lupin didn't know he could beg.
Sirius grinned at that and started fucking himself on him again in short quick rocking motions. His smile died down and was replaced by moaning when he felt Remus' hand wrap around his length lightly. It caused him to thrust himself into his hand with each thrust. Fuck, the sight of Sirius like that on top of him was almost enough to get him off all on its own.
"Fuck, Sirius, I-" When Sirius moaned his name again, Remus was a goner and came inside the condom. "It's okay, baby, come for me." Remus whispered as Sirius helped him through the orgasm, still riding him until he spilled inside the rubber.
"Fuck." Sirius cursed under his breath, chest heaving as he collapsed into Remus' chest. "Alright, you did it. I'm not sorry I doubted you." Remus grinned, completely satisfied and sated. He would never look at the breakroom sofa the same way. His hands roamed over Sirius back, trailing his fingertips against the flushed sweat-slick skin.
Sirius shivered, placing open-mouthed kisses onto his neck. "Can I leave my number for you anywhere?" He asked into his skin. "I- yeah. Yeah. My phone's in my jeans here somewhere." Remus hung his head back, accidentally hitting himself on the wall behind him. Sirius chuckled into his neck and Remus lifted him by his waist off his lap.
Sirius made a surprised noise as he got depositioned onto the sofa beside him.
"As much as I'd like to stay here and recover, I have a shift to get back to." Remus announced, getting up. He walked over to the sink and cleaned himself with wet paper towels. He'd still feel disgusting in his clothes afterwards, but he'd imagine less so. "All that and he has a job." Sirius took that moment to admire his form, as if he wasn't on top of it for the past forty five minutes.
"Yeah, and what do you do?" Remus asked as he rubbed at his skin to get most of the sweat off. "I'm an heir." Sirius grinned as he slowly lifted himself to join Remus in cleaning off.
"Really? And you steal from a grocery store?" Remus raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius winked at him. "I do it for the thrill. And to catch somebody's eye." he looked at him from under his eyelashes.