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Remus was suddenly aware of the journey of Sirius fingers to the most delicate and vulnerable part of his body: his scars; and he shrunk back from Sirius’ touch.

“Don’t,” Remus muttered under his breath. He opened his eyes to find that the smile that had been gracing Sirius’ features appeared dented; hurt.

“’S OK, Moony. I won’t hurt you,” Sirius replied, his fingers still roving. Remus shifted uncomfortably. He lifted a hand and swatted Sirius’ fingers away.

“It’s not that, Pads. I just…I just don’t like you touching me…there.” Sirius’ handsome features were marked with a look of confusion.

“Moony, I just…you’re just so beautiful,” Sirius said, his hand persisting.

Remus rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I’m a real heart-throb.” Sirius placed his hand at the small of Remus’ back, pulling him close.

“You are, Remus. You are beautiful.” Sirius’ whispered. He could feel the rhythmical movements of Remus’ rib-cage increase with his breathing. Remus could feel his tear ducts straining against the salt-water rising in his eyes. He scoffed quietly.

“Yeah, Padfoot; skinny, pale and scarred werewolves are just the epitome of beauty,” Remus replied sarcastically. Suddenly Sirius could feel anger rising in his chest: he loathed the way Remus spoke about himself. Why couldn’t he see that yes, he was beautiful? Sirius breathed deeply before opening his mouth to speak.

“Yes, they are, Remus. Your scars are beautiful.” Remus turned his face away to hide the tears that had begun to trickle over his cheeks. He rolled onto his side, his back to Sirius.

 

Sirius, however, would not be deterred. He shifted in the bed, pressing his body against Remus’. Sirius allowed his fingers to resume their journey after having been so rudely interrupted. In the sunlight, Sirius could see the light reflecting off of the silvery skin of Remus’ scars. Sirius traced over the withered scar tissue, gently increasing the pressure of his fingers as Remus shuddered slightly. Sirius pressed his half-erect cock against the warm flesh of Remus’ arse. Remus could feel the blood rushing to his groin, coursing almost violently under his tender skin. Remus wiped the tears from his face as he turned to face Sirius. Remus slipped a hand under the sheet and groped for Sirius’ cock. Sirius pushed Remus’ hand away, “No,” he said with a force that surprised Remus. Sirius looked at Remus, noting his furrowed brow. “No,” Sirius reiterated, this time, in a gently whisper.

 

Sirius pressed his palms to Remus’ chest and pushed him back on the bed. Sirius continued to press his palms against the scarred muscle of Remus’ torso. Sirius inclined his head towards Remus. He extended his tongue and licked the salty trails left by Remus’ tears. Remus gulped, before pushing his own tongue through the wall of his trembling lips to flick gently against Sirius’. Sirius’ tongue continued its downward journey as he traced the lines and patterns of Remus scars, coating them in warm saliva. Remus involuntarily pushed his pelvis upwards, the tip of his cock grazing the cleft of Sirius’ chin. Sirius forced Remus’ hips back down; in the process he discovered a rather large scar running from Remus’ hip bone to his inner thigh. Sirius gently massaged the delicate strip, kneading Remus’ flesh under his hand: he was no more than a breath away from Remus’ cock. Sirius brought his own groin to meet Remus’. Sirius carefully slid his prick into the crevice of scar tissue on Remus thigh, and began to thrust gently. Remus, tears welling in his eyes once more, moved to bring his legs closer together, allowing Sirius’ greater purchase on each thrust. Remus reached behind Sirius’ rocking arse and firmly grasped his buttocks, pulling his closer. The two panted, Sirius rubbing his cock against Remus’ scarred thigh, and Remus thrusting in desperate pursuit of the prickly friction of Sirius’ pubic bush. Remus sensed his imminent climax and, removing a hand from Sirius’ arse, he squeezed his cock ferociously as his come coated the wiry black hairs of Sirius’ groin. Sirius pulled Remus’ legs tighter around his cock, his hips pumping uncontrollably. Sirius came, his semen weaving a white trail over the scarred ridges of Remus’ thigh.

 

Sirius fell against Remus’ body, their stomachs and now-flaccid cocks joined by sticky strands of their semen. Sirius looked up at Remus. A single tear had trickled over his cheekbone. Sirius’ pressed his bottom lip against the tear, licking it away with the tip of his tongue.