Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: celandineb
From: A Wicked Watcher: flaminia_x

Title: Let It Snow
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: light bondage, dirty talk, a tiny bit of D/s, tickling, snowballs, snowballing, toes? And oh, the manseks.
Other Warnings/Content: Cuteness?
Word Count: ~1500
Summary/Description: Whatever will the boys do to amuse themselves one cold, snowy, blustery Christmas at Hogwarts?
Author's Notes: I do hope this is Kinky enough for Kristmastime! I certainly had fun writing it – actually, it kind of seemed to write itself! Enjoy – I know they, and I, did!



″Oh, the weather outside is frightful,″ Sirius sang sotto voce head bent low over over Remus's toes.

″Stop that, Pads,″ Remus panted, trying to wrest his foot away from the other boy's wandering tongue. Unfortunately, those silk ties really held tight – well, with a few Charms for help, that is. After the last time, they realized just how strong Remus could be when tickled, and ties were, after all, rather expensive.

″What?″ Sirius said innocently, dragging the ends of his hair ever so gently along the light brown dusting of curls on Remus's legs, a smile tweaking the corner of his mouth as Remus's legs twitched.

″You know what,″ Remus said through clenched teeth. ″You teasing, hairy, tie-tying git.″

″I thought you liked it?″ Sirius asked, sitting up straight.

Remus smiled, looking up at his lover. ″I'm just taking the mickey out of you, you idiot. Though I could do with a bit less talk and a little more action, hmm?″

Sirius eyed the hardening erection peeking ever so slightly out of the top of Remus's pants. No matter what Remus said, they both knew how much Remus enjoyed a bit of creative foreplay, and discovering the ties had been nothing less than heaven for the first month or two. Even now, a year into their relationship, Sirius still got a thrill from tying Remus, spread-eagled, to the bed.

″Oh, come on now, Remus,″ Sirius purred, running one finger up the length of his lover's erection, pausing when he reached the tip. Gathering the moisture there, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked. ″You're clearly enjoying yourself, tied here to my bed, bent to my holiday wishes.″

″Best Christmas gift you'll ever open,″ Remus keened, ″if you ever actually get around to it.″

″It's not Christmas yet,″ Sirius responded, running a now moist finger around the edge of Remus's lips. ″Does that mean I have to wait til tomorrow?″

″Oh, bloody hell, Pads,″ Remus said, thrusting his hips up into the air, desperate for some friction. ″Don't you dare!″

Sirius chuckled, low and deep in his throat. The sound made all the tiny hairs on the back of Remus's neck stand straight up. This was the Padfoot he loved, the dark, almost feral possessiveness, the tenderness, the downright sensuality that oozed from every pore.

″As you wish,″ he said, lowering his head and in one swift motion taking Remus entirely into his mouth.

Remus howled; the air in their room was a bit chilly, given that no one else was around and it was snowing a Yuletide blizzard right outside their window, and the change in temperature from room to mouth was enough to almost make him come right then and there. He thrust once or twice in sheer delight, then stilled his hips, not wanting to gag Sirius accidentally.

Sirius wrapped one warm, rough hand around his length, working his tongue in marvelous ways around his tip, while that other moistened finger snuck down, down, until–ah, yes, that was the spot. Delightful, how that little pucker tensed up around his fingertip, then relaxed, welcoming the intrusion, almost begging for it, as Remus's cock hardened in his mouth.

Then, without warning, Remus was coming, coming, filling Sirius's mouth, leaving him limp and sated and strangely empty on the bed, arms and legs still outstretched. But rather than jerking away in surprise, Sirius sucked and sucked, and then moved up so that he was laying, skin to skin, on top of his lover.

Remus turned and nuzzled Sirius, sweaty and panting. But Sirius greeted him with a kiss, slipping a sticky tongue inside his mouth and filling him with himself.

″Let it snow,″ Sirius sung softly, chuckling.

″Bastard,″ Remus said, the smile on his face removing any sting from his words.

″You haven't seen the start of it yet,″ Sirius avowed, bounding to his feet, his own cock swaying heavily back and forth as he dashed to the window. Opening it the merest crack, he winced at the breeze, but collected a handfulsof snow, balled it up, and raced back to the warmth of the bed.

Casting a Charm over the snow to keep it from melting, he ran the frozen ball over Remus's exposed torso, groaning at the sight of his lover gasping and twitching beneath his hand.

″Mmm, you like that, don't you, Moony,″ Sirius said in a low voice, one hand subconsciously stroking his own cock. ″You like the way that cold, cold snow feels, you like the way it makes your nipples hard. Does it make your nipples hard, Moony? Here, let me see … ″

Bending over once more, he took one of Remus's hard nubs in his mouth and licked, his other hand flicking the other none too gently. Remus moaned, unable to respond. Sirius frotted against Remus's thigh, taking it in between his legs and rubbing his cock slowly against the hard muscle, feeling with a sense of satisfaction the damp trail he was leaving on his lover's skin.

″You like that too, don't you, feeling me on you, letting me take my pleasure of you, as slow as I want it,″ Sirius breathed into Remus's chest.

″Yes, Merlin, yes,″ Remus said, feeling himself begin to harden again.

Sirius sat up and gently rubbed the frozen snowball across Remus's burgeoning erection, sensing rather than hearing the long hiss coming from Remus's mouth.

″Gods, Pads, that's freezing!″ Remus said, his hips pulling away from Sirius's insistent touch.

″Can't have you getting off without me, can I?″ Sirius asked reasonably. He laid the snowball to one side and grasped Remus's cock firmly in one cold hand, and his own in the other, warmer one. Sometimes he wanted to stroke Remus to full hardness, though watching him get hard through talk alone was always exciting.

″You're not going to last much longer and you know it,″ Remus said, thrusting up into Sirius's warming hand. ″Come on, you know you want my–what did you call it? My pert little arse?″ He gave a saucy wiggle that would have been much saucier had he not been tied to the bed.

Sirius growled. ″I'll take your arse when I'm good and ready, Moony,″ he said, gasping as he rubbed their cocks together.

Remus moaned and thrust upwards, trying to maintain that delicious, warm, contact with Sirius's cock, but too quickly, the other boy was gone.

″Alright, I'm ready,″ Sirius panted, giving Remus a rude look when he chuckled knowingly.

″About damn time,″ Remus said, only half-joking.

″I want your arse, and I'm going to take it,″ Sirius said, casting a quick Lubrication Charm and moving in closer to Remus. ″I'm going to lift you up and slide into you and fill you with my cock, and fuck you until we both come screaming, and then I might fuck you again.″

As he spoke, he slowly started slipping his slick cock into his lover, going ever so slowly both so as not to hurt him and to prolong the absolutely amazing feeling of that first penetration. Feeling Remus stretch out around his cock was one of the best things in life, he thought decisively.

″Merlin, Pads, hurry up and fuck me,″ Remus groaned, lifting his hips up as best as he was able.

″Oh, I'll fuck you,″ Sirius moaned, sliding in to the hilt. ″But I want you to feel it, feel my thick cock sliding in and out of you, over and over again, feel my hand on your cock, my mouth on your mouth.″

″Yes,″ Remus whined. ″Touch me, I'm almost there, I'm so close.″

″Mmm, thank Merlin,″ Sirius said. Setting a furious pace, he thrust deep inside of Remus while jerking him off at the same time, until with a low groan he was coming. Seconds later, Remus's cock shot thick strands of milky white come all over the bedcurtains.

″Good thing we know a spell for that,″ Remus said, chuckling and catching his breath.

″We ought to by now,″ Sirius said. He gently slid out of Remus and leaned over to get his wand. He cast the spell that untied the ties from Remus's wrists and ankles. Sitting back to allow him room to work some feeling back into his limbs, he cast a few quick Cleansing Charms on Remus and then on himself.

″Stay the night?″ Remus mumbled, half asleep and patting the bed next to him.

″Wouldn't dream of leaving,″ Sirius said, crawling under the covers next to him. ″Happy Christmas, Moony.″

″Happy Christmas, Pads.″