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Remus tossed and turned. He fiddled frustratingly with his fingers, clasping and releasing them. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that he was trying to achieve by fidgeting in such a manner, but whatever it was Remus had failed miserably. Exasperated, Remus flung his sinewy arms down by his sides, his skin crashing softly against the cotton fabric of the sheets, the weight of his limbs leaving indentations in the messy cotton creases.

 

“This is useless!” Remus hissed to the empty bedroom. Flinging the covers back, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He carefully pressed his feet to the carpeted floor, the fibres soft against his skin. Remus cautiously stood up, easing his body weight into the muscles and bones of his legs.

“Well,” Remus said to himself, “that’s not too bad,” as he stood upright, resting his hands on his hips, the bone jutting out slightly against his palms.

Taking a few steps, Remus winced slightly as his body remembered the pain of the recent transformation. Remus padded gently out of the bedroom, his progress interrupted only by sporadic intakes of breath as his brain registered moments of discomfort.

 

Remus tottered into the kitchen and seated himself at the dining table. He picked up that morning’s Daily Prophet, it’s corners crumpled and pages misaligned the way they always were after Sirius had finished reading it. Remus opened the pages and tried to distract himself from his frustration and need with the words…but it was, as he knew, entirely useless. And so Remus folded the paper neatly and placed it down in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and tried not to think of Sirius: he tried not to think of Sirius’ ruffled ebony curls, of his olive-skinned and slightly stubbly jaw, of the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as Remus traced his tongue over Sirius’ collarbone…

 

“Fuck,” Remus breathed as the all-too-familiar longing began to course through his body, culminating in a pooling of blood and desire in the head of his cock. Remus ran fingers over his stomach, the muscles trembling – a result of not only his touch but the torn fibres attempting to knit together once again – as Remus involuntarily pushed his hips upwards into the air.

 

Remus pressed his palm against the base of his stomach, his fingers stretched full-length to graze the shaft of his cock through his underpants. Remus pinched his bottom lip underneath his front teeth as his fingers ran along the length of his erection, the pressure of his touch and the caress of the fabric causing him to breathe deeply. And then, just as he was about to slip his hand underneath the elastic waistband, Remus heard it: the roar of Sirius’ motorcycle.

 

Remus emitted a low grunt as his mind recognised the guttural roar of the bike’s engine. Remus sat, and waited for Sirius’ return. He heard the click of the doorknob’s interlocking mechanisms and leapt to his aching feet, the legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

 

“Sirius,” Remus growled, placing his hands roughly on his lover’s broad shoulders. Sirius barely had time to close the door before Remus pushed him against the wall.

“Merlin’s pants, Rem, what’s gotten into you?” Sirius breathed as Remus slipped his hands beneath Sirius’ t-shirt, hurriedly lifting it off over Sirius’ head. Remus did not reply, merely grunted as he fell to his knees.

“Remus, what’re you…you’re still recovering and, and…”

 

But Sirius was distracted, as Remus desperately yanked his boyfriend’s pants down over his slender hips. Sirius leaned his head back against the wall. Remus slid his tongue over the slight, muscular mound of Sirius’ stomach.

“And, and,” Sirius tried again, “And…ohhh…”

Remus licked the inside of Sirius’ right thigh, before swirling his tongue around the tip of Sirius’ cock. Sirius continued to moan as Remus’ expert tongue caressed his prick. He thrust gently, rhythmically, into Remus’ mouth; Remus alternated the pressure of his sucking motions: hard and fierce at first, followed by slow, soft and barely-there contact that drove Sirius insane with desire.

 

“Remus,” he growled, the name hung stunted and reverberating in the air. Sirius reached down, tangling his fingers in Remus’ coppery hair. Remus massaged Sirius’ balls as he sucked his cock. He felt the pressure of Sirius’ grip on his hair increase with each of Sirius quickening thrusts, till the head of Sirius’ cock was pressing against the back of Remus’ throat.

 

“Remus,” Sirius sighed as he came, the exhalation seeming to emanate from a place deep within him. Remus’ tongue massaged each drop of Sirius’ come from his cock. He held the taste of Sirius on his tongue as he got to his feet. Falling against Sirius, he kissed him, their lips and tongues, and Sirius’ come all entangled as one.

“What was that for?” Sirius asked as he and Remus embraced, exhausted, against the wall.

Remus gazed at Sirius, his smouldering grey eyes piercing the dishevelled mane of his ebony hair, as he replied:

 

“I missed you.”