Title: Taste
Author: snegurochka_lee
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Theme Chosen: Stretch yourself: blow jobs
Other content: IDK, just 17- or 18-year-old boys being all in love and showing it through blow jobs, basically.
Word Count: ~1,800
Summary: It hit him like a Bludger in the middle of History of Magic, that sudden, burning desire to feel Remus's cock in his mouth. That was four bloody hours ago. They haven't had a second to themselves since, and Sirius hasn't been able to focus on anything else.
Notes: So, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to come up with anything for this month's theme (stretch yourself, ie: do something outside your comfort zone) because I kind of write different pairings and themes all the damn time. But then! I remembered how much I despise and avoid blow jobs. :) Seriously: a shiny dime to anyone who can find an actual BJ scene in any of my stories. I hate the very thought of them. It's one of the main reasons I stopped having sex with men. Actual serious. And so, here you are: a BJ scene. Also stretching myself a little bit in trying to keep it to absolute PWP at 1,000 words, because I tend to get carried away with backstory and word counts and what not. I did fail a bit at that, but still, it's pretty short. Thus, I chose a pairing that in my mind needs zero set up. :D



TASTE

by Snegurochka

*

Sirius is already on his knees by the time Remus gets the hint and slides up the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of two fingers after trading slow, melting kisses with Sirius amidst the messy bedspread and overturned stacks of books. They're still in their uniforms, ties tugged loose and shirts untucked but still clothed, dammit, and Sirius needs that to change right bloody now.

"Is this why you were acting so weird at dinner?" says Remus, biting his lip over a grin. He leans against the headboard and slowly opens his trousers, his fingers sliding the zip down and unbuttoning the top. He grips each side of the placket, his eyes on Sirius.

"Weird?" Sirius is smoothing his hands over his thighs where he's kneeling, the coarse fabric of his trousers buzzing against his damp palms. He can't take his eyes off Remus's hands.

Remus pauses in what he's doing. "Padfoot. You were salivating."

Sirius knows he should have some smart retort, but he honestly can't care. He can barely keep the basics of this conversation straight. Why are they even having a conversation right now? The kissing was soft and deep and made his blood sear almost instantly, Remus's fingers tangled in his hair and his thumbs pressing at Sirius's jaw. Now he wants to talk about dinner? "Moony," he growls, "I'm going to actually slaughter you if you don't get your trousers off, like, yesterday."

There's that grin. Making Remus grin is usually Sirius's mission in life: that slow, subtle curve of his lips that he always tries to hide, preferring to look stern or responsible or whatever. Seeing that grin, being the one who made his face light up like that, always makes Sirius even more eager to pull Remus on top of him and spread his legs. Today, it hit him like a Bludger in the middle of History of Magic, that sudden, burning desire to feel Remus's cock in his mouth.

That was four bloody hours ago. They haven't had a second to themselves since, and Sirius hasn't been able to focus on anything else.

"What's got you so eager?" says Remus softly, but he's shoving his trousers and pants down his hips, so Sirius doesn't care; he can talk as much as he wants now. Remus is already flushed, ducking his head down the way he does when things get heated like this. They've been doing it for six months already, hiding behind bed curtains to press into each other, panting breaths and low moans spilling out over their skin until they both come in a rush, clinging to each other and whispering words that still make them blush.

Sirius crawls forward, helping Remus tug his trousers down over his hips and then leaning forward, unbuttoning Remus's shirt and shoving it aside to let his lips brush Remus's chest. "Just... you." The words come out breathless. He can't explain it any better than that, but Remus seems to understand. He curls his fingers in Sirius's hair again, drawing his mouth down to his chest and stomach.

"Oh," he breathes when Sirius's teeth catch on his nipple. "Okay."

Sirius moves down Remus's body, pushing his shirt out of the way and curling his fingers in the edges of Remus's trousers where they're sitting at his hips. His prick is swollen and dark, stretching up towards his navel, his balls barely free of his pants. Sirius touches Remus's sac, the dusting of hair there light against the pad of his thumb. It makes Remus's thighs tense and his breath hitch. Sirius's mouth really is watering, cliché and all.

Of all the things they've done, this is what he loves most – feeling Remus's full, gorgeous prick press between his lips, filling his mouth and earning the most delicious moans from Remus. He runs his fingers over Remus's shaft now, a light touch that makes it get even harder right before Sirius's eyes, and Remus's stomach muscles clench. "Padfoot," he breathes. His fingers skim over Sirius's cheek and into his hair, pressing him down with a slight bit of pressure.

Sirius groans. They've never talked about it, but Remus knows: Sirius loves taking direction like that, having Remus push his head down until his lips are stretching around Remus's cock. He obeys without question, letting his nose slide down Remus's stomach as his fingers move up his abdomen. He clasps the base of Remus's cock between his thumb and two fingers as his mouth moves down the shaft, inhaling deeply and just letting the soft skin, and the hardness underneath, touch Sirius's lips. He presses a few soft, open kisses up Remus's shaft, his fingers pressing in a circle at the base, until Remus is breathing a bit harder.

Sirius raises his head. Remus is watching him, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips wet. Holding Remus's gaze, Sirius lets the tip of his tongue peek out, tasting the head of Remus's cock. He's already wet with fluid, and it seeps onto Sirius's tongue in a burst of sensation. "Oh, Padfoot," Remus whispers. "Oh God."

But Remus can hardly play the seduced young innocent, because his fingers are still tangled in Sirius's hair and they push again, trying to get his mouth to do more.

Grinning, Sirius can't help but oblige. His tongue still touching the tip of Remus's cock, Sirius opens his mouth further and takes in the head. Remus's hips arch up immediately, his head thunking against the headboard. Sirius groans at the sensation, his mouth stretching wide to let Remus push in further. His lips slide down slowly, so slowly, pausing to retreat back up and use his tongue to press against the underside of Remus's cock. Remus is big, Merlin. Not that Sirius has a lot of experience with these things, but he has enough, and he knows that getting a cock like Remus's into his mouth is a feat to be proud of.

He loves how heavy and thick it feels on his tongue, the way his jaw has to adjust to accommodate it. His fingers fall away from the base and instead press against Remus's balls, massaging lightly as his mouth works further over Remus's rigid cock. He slides back up for a breath, resting the head of Remus's prick against his lips for a second. "You're so hard," he can't help but murmur, almost choking on the words, because that always fills him with wonder. This is what gets Remus so hard, the very thought of pushing into Sirius's mouth like this and thrusting, fucking, coming. Sirius's head swims.

"Yeah," is all Remus can say, his voice breathless, and then Sirius is moving faster, parting his lips again and going deeper.

His hand curls into a fist at the base of Remus's prick, squeezing each time his mouth reaches the top again. He plunges back down as far as he can go, his tongue working steadily against the underside of Remus's shaft, curling over the head each time he comes up. He can't even imagine what he must look like, kneeling between Remus's thighs and going down on him like his cock is made of honey or something, but he can't even give a fuck. This is his own private version of heaven, hearing Remus make those noises from watching him, feeling Remus's prick thicken even further in his mouth.

"Oh," Remus breathes. "Oh. Oh. You're– I have to–"

It's not like Sirius needs the warning. He knows Remus's body inside and out by now, and he knows exactly how it feels right before Remus comes. His thighs stiffen and his stomach clenches. The fingers that had been tight in Sirius's hair flatten out. And his prick swells in ways Sirius wouldn't have thought possible had he not felt it himself in his mouth. Remus's body tells him it's going to happen, a thick pulse widening his shaft even before Sirius can taste semen.

Sirius curls his fist around the base and pumps hard, his mouth closing over the head of Remus's prick as Remus begins to come. His breath catches in an adorable, sexy gasp, and Sirius almost wants to raise his head to watch Remus's face right now, but he doesn't dare. Warm, thick fluid pulses into Sirius's mouth. He knows he could pull off and finish Remus in his hand; he's done that before – but only when he's feeling too shy to admit how much he loves the taste of Remus's come on his tongue. Tonight, he's not feeling shy about that at all.

He arches his neck to meet Remus's gaze, his mouth still sealed around Remus's prick. Remus is a wreck – his hair is mussed, his face is pink, and his dry lips are parted as he pulls in heaving breaths.

"Padfoot," he sobs, closing his eyes and arching his head back. Sirius swallows the first few pulses, his blood hot and his senses flipping in excitement at the act. He loves doing anything that makes him feel dirty, and swallowing another boy's come is all that and so much more.

One swallow isn't enough, though, because Remus is still filling his mouth, another pulse coating Sirius's tongue. He pulls off to breathe, almost accidentally, and it spills over his lips. He keeps his mouth close to Remus's slit, his fist moving up Remus's shaft and his thumb swiping through the mess. He licks his lips and swallows again, his mouth still hot against Remus's prick. When he looks up again, Remus is watching him carefully, his chest heaving and his eyes dark. He's looking at how filthy Sirius has let himself get; Sirius knows he is. So Sirius pushes the head of Remus's softening prick over his lips again, parting them and letting his tongue slip out to taste. He closes his mouth lightly and sucks, one last time, another drop of come sliding down his throat.

Then Remus is all over him, cursing and panting and hauling him forward. Remus frames his face with his hands and kisses him hard, his mouth insistent against Sirius's as he tastes himself on Sirius's tongue. "Come here, God, you're so– I just–"

Sirius pours everything he can into that kiss, everything that makes him feel so close to Remus when they do this. He breaks the kiss at last, grinning against Remus's mouth as he works himself further up the bed. When he's straddling Remus's chest, he bends to give him one more kiss, pulling away slowly and rising to his knees. Remus gives him a hungry look, even though his ears are pink with shyness. Without saying a word, Sirius unzips his own trousers, pulling his pants down over his balls. He can't believe he hasn't come yet just from the sensation of feeling Remus in his mouth like that, but he hasn't. He's been waiting.

Because as much as he loves the feeling of a cock in his mouth and come on his tongue, he knows Remus loves it even more. He circles the base of his prick with one hand in front of Remus's face, watching Remus lick his lips.

Then he pushes forward.


-fin-



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