mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-09 19:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: oral sex, kink: rimming, kink: threesome, remus/sirius/james |
LMoM 9: A Song Without Words
Title: A Song Without Words
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/James
Kink(s): oral sex, rimming, threesome
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: At last, the three have time alone together. And there are times, when words aren't necessary.
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. :*
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It seems like they never have a night to themselves. Under normal circumstances, they don't mind Peter being the tag-along that he is, but when it comes to this they want to be alone. Or, as alone as one can be with two other people in the bed. They've come close any number of times but there is always something that interrupts them. Needing to go to class or Peter clambering up the stairs just as they begin to undress each other.
It's not that they don't like Peter. It's just that... for the first time experimentation, they know three will be easier than figuring out the logistics of four. Once they have a handle on the threesome they'll think about branching out.
At last, the night comes and Remus knows he isn't the only one feeling slightly trepidations about the whole thing. Peter has come down with a nasty case of dragonrashia and while the healthy Marauders are concerned -- it also means Peter is out of the dormitory. At this point, they'll take any excuse.
If Remus had any misgivings about their 'experimentation' this evening, they're gone at the first brush of James's fingertips against his skin. He shivers as James drags his lips along his neck, Sirius moving to the front to undo the buttons of his oxford shirt. He's unsure whose hands are where, all he knows is that two sets of fingers are raking over his skin.
Before he can say anything, he's nude, standing between Sirius and James who are still fully clothed. Remus mumbles something along the lines of an unfair advantage and in an instant, Sirius and James are in the same state of undress. Remus's stomach does a flip-flop, eyes darting back and forth between the bounty before him.
He was nervous about having sex with his two best mates? Hell, Remus is wondering why they never tried this before now.
Sirius is in front and James behind and in one fluid movement, both sink to their knees. Sirius wraps his hands around Remus's legs, gently spreading his legs. Remus moves as he's directed and at the moment Sirius's tongue flicks across the head of his cock, Remus can feel the teasing press of a tongue against the puckered ring of muscle. Remus is faced with a new conundrum: which does he give into, the desire to thrust back towards James's tongue or forward into Sirius's waiting mouth? Of all the problems in the world one could have, Remus's consists of which way to thrust. In the end, he focuses on pushing forward then back, creating a steady rhythm between Sirius and James.
He can feel himself being stretched by James's tongue, pressing further and further into him. James couples this movement with his hand, alternating back and forth between the two: thumb, tongue, thumb, tongue.
At some point they move to the bed and Remus isn't sure whose bed they're on but in the end, does it really matter? Sirius is stretched out before him on his back, hand lazily running along his cock. Remus moves atop him on his hands and knees, fitting himself between Sirius's legs. The bed dips one final time as James climbs onto it with them, kneeling behind Remus. Remus lowers his torso, pushing his arse up in the air and waiting for James to enter him.
From one of their bedside tables, James summons a bottle of lube and Remus knows from the tell-tale sound of skin against prick he's slicking himself up. Remus's mouth hovers over Sirius's cock, waiting to take him into his mouth at the exact moment James slides into him. His body tenses only briefly at the first press of the head against his arse. Remus mimics the motion, swirling his tongue around the head of Sirius's cock. James pushes forward, Remus takes more into his mouth. Soon, James is fully sheathed inside Remus and Remus has taken as much of Sirius as he can without gagging.
They manage to find a rhythm and Remus feels as if he's about to spiral out of control. He's filled so completely, both by James behind and Sirius in front. He can feel Sirius's hands running through his hair, tugging and pulling and keeping Remus's head steady. From behind, James's fingers dig into his hip and Remus knows he'll have small bruises all over by the time they're done. James reaches around Remus's body, grasping his cock and stroking him in time with each of his thrusts. For what began as an experimentation, the three have come away from this as a well-oiled machine and they all know this will not be a one-time affair.
They'll find as many opportunities to repeat this as they can. This doesn't mean an end to their individual time but merely that there will be more nights like this, finding pleasure in each other's arms.
It isn't long before they find their releases. Remus isn't sure who reached the edge of the precipice first, but what matters is that they all tumble off into the ecstasy of sweet oblivion. They collapse on top of one another in a sticky, sweaty heap, no one ready to move just yet. Peter won't be back this eve and they know they could sleep like this if they wanted.
Remus finds himself tucked securely against Sirius's body, his head buried in Sirius's chest. James is behind him once more, leg draped across his thigh and Sirius's knee. Throughout the rest of the night they kiss and touch and stroke.
Words aren't needed.
Words, tonight, would ruin what is a perfect mood.
For once in his life, Remus is content with silence.