mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-08 22:05:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: oral sex, kink: snowballing, remus/sirius |
LMoM 8: Wake Up Call
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): oral sex, snowballing
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Sirius is feeling left out and decides to take matters into his own hands.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
"Oi! Moony!"
Remus' breath leaves his body in a woosh as he suddenly feels a weight on his chest. He cracks open one eyelid to see the fuzzy form of Sirius sitting on him. Remus opens the other eye, blinking blearily up at Sirius.
"What the hell?" he croaks, trying to roll over but unable to do so with Sirius pinning him to the mattress. "Sirius, do you have any bloody idea what time it is?"
"Eight in the morning," Sirius says, bouncing against Remus. "You're the earlybird, Moony," Sirius continues as if that explains why he's up early too.
"Right. Eight in the morning. On a bloody Saturday." Remus yawns, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What are you doing up so early anyway?"
"Moony, Moony, Moony," Sirius chides. "Do we not know what the day is?" When Remus looks blankly at Sirius he keeps talking to fill the silence. "Today, my fine canine friend, is a Hogsmeade day. You know what that means."
Chocolate. Remus is now wide awake with that singular thought. He lets himself fantasize about the new chocolates on display at Honeydukes. Yum.
"Is that where James and Peter are?" Remus asks, yawning one last time.
"They're downstairs waiting for us. I volunteered for wake-up duty."
Remus sits up as much as he's able to as Sirius still is straddling his hips. He braces his body on his elbows, leaning back at an angle to look up at Sirius. Now fully awake, Remus realises one rather important fact. Maybe Sirius won't notice.
"And my, my, look who has a morning stiffy."
So much for not noticing.
Remus flushes slightly, nudging Sirius with his hips. This, though, only serves to bring his erection in line with Sirius's groin. The fabric of his pyjamas are too thin and the friction of the rubbing motion draws a soft moan from his lips. Sirius looks down and a slow smile spreads across his face. It's in that moment that Remus realises this was planned. If his cock wasn't tenting his pants, arousal clouding his judgment, he may have pushed Sirius off him. As it was, he had been trying to figure out a way to jump Sirius. Sirius, instead, made the first move and that is more than fine by Remus.
Sirius moves off Remus, slowly inching his way between Remus's legs. He runs his tongue along the ridge of Remus's erection. Through the fabric of his pyjamas, Sirius tongues the head of his cock, pressing open mouthed kisses to it. In a matter of moments, Remus's trousers are wet with a combination of precome and spit.
With his teeth, Sirius undoes the tie at Remus's waist, using only teeth and tongue to ease the waistband over Remus's erection. Now free of its confines, his cock springs backwards, resting against his abdomen. Sirius looks him over as if Christmas has come early and Remus finds himself blushing under such careful scrutiny.
While he's been quite sexually active and has bared his body to a fair number of partners, Remus realises it's Sirius's approval he's craved. When Sirius licks his lips before descending, taking Remus's prick in his mouth, Remus knows he has full approval. The warm, wet heat of Sirius's mouth feels amazing around his cock. His hips lift off the bed, pushing into Sirius's waiting mouth.
Sirius runs his tongue along the underside, slowly licking lower, flicking it at the base. Remus is whimpering by now, his hands fisting and pulling at the bedclothes. He finally cries out when Sirius sucks one of his bollocks into his mouth. One at a time he laves attention on them tugging gently, grazing his teeth along the underside.
Remus is quickly spiraling out of control. When his mouth finds the head of Remus's cock once more, tongue teasing the slit, Remus cannot hold on any longer. He lets himself fall into the sweet abyss, the waves of his orgasm washing over him and taking him out to sea.
His breathing is ragged when he comes back down to earth, Sirius sliding up his body. Remus wraps his arms around Sirius's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue teases Sirius's lips to part and he slips it in, tasting himself. He licks and laps, cleaning up the last remnants of himself from Sirius. There's something more than arousing swallowing his own come from Sirius's mouth.
"Were you leaving me until last?" Sirius asks, lips hovering over Remus's while his fingers ghost over Remus's half-hard prick.
"How'd you..."
"Like James and I don't talk. Really, Moony," Sirius says, snorting softly. "He told me about each and every encounter. I will say cornering him was quite a brilliant move."
Remus bites his lip, giving Sirius a sheepish smile. "I wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject with you."
"So you jump James in the showers, but wanted to broach the subject with me," Sirius says, rolling his eyes. "That's just like you, Moony. Talk first, do later. You know, I was half afraid I'd have to wake you by sucking you off to get the point across."
"That would have worked," Remus replies with a grin.
A slow smile spreads across Sirius's face as he steals a kiss, hands trailing lower to cup Remus's bollocks in his hand.
"Could always try it tomorrow," Sirius says, running his tongue seductively along his lower lip.
"Could?"
"Make that will."
"Better."