Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-09 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: oral sex, remus/sirius |
LMOM, Day 9: Mouthful (Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: Mouthful
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Oral sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 577
Summary: Remus discovers what he's been missing out on, and Sirius gets a mouthful.
(Did you miss something? Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Day Seven Day Eight)
It was maybe the best thing in the entire world.
Better than Christmas. Better than chocolate. Better than new books. Better than the first time Sirius had kissed him—well, maybe it was equal to that. But no matter. It was absolutely indescribable, mostly because the moment Sirius's lips touched Remus's cock, large chunks of Remus's vocabulary went missing and he could only make incoherent little noises and curl his toes and grab fistfuls of Sirius's hair to pull him away.
"The buggering hell did you do that for?" Sirius rasped, lifting his face from Remus's erection. His lips were swollen, his hair wild and tangled, and he still gripped Remus's thighs as if to anchor himself.
"You—I don't want to—not yet," Remus gasped.
"But I want you to," replied Sirius, and he put his mouth around Remus's cock again, and ohmygodohmygod it was maybe even better than before because Sirius started doing this thing with his tongue that Remus could not possibly have begun to describe, and Sirius still pinned Remus to the bed by his thighs, and it was too bloody soon before Remus had to put his hands in Sirius's hair again and tug, because ohfuck he was going to come, and he could not do that when Sirius's mouth was on him.
Sirius didn't want that stuff in his mouth; Remus had tried tasting it once after he'd wanked and he hadn't liked the taste nor the texture, though maybe it was different when it came from someone else, but none of that mattered because he was going to come in Sirius's mouth right that second if Sirius didn't stop, and Remus tugged again, hard.
But Sirius just shook his head and kept sucking and Remus closed his eyes and gave in and came, thrashing, spurting into Sirius's mouth, and then Sirius's mouth was gone and what the hell and Remus reached down with his hand out of pure instinct and finished himself off the rest of the way.
And then Sirius was there, sputtering and wiping his mouth, his face hovering just over Remus's.
"The bloody hell did you do that for?" he spat.
"I tried to warn you!" gasped Remus, still spinning. "I grabbed your hair!"
"I thought you wanted me to stop again!" Sirius flopped down next to Remus, who turned onto his side to face him.
"I did want you to stop, because I didn't think you wanted that in your mouth!" He was thoroughly embarrassed now that his orgasm was fading. Dammit, he should have known he'd bollocks this up.
"I didn't want it in my mouth," said Sirius, "You're right about that. Want a taste?" He stuck out his tongue, and Remus recoiled.
"No, thanks," he said, drawing his knees up to his chest.
"But, you know, maybe, I think, it might be okay," said Sirius then. He raised his eyebrows, and Remus sighed a little. He knew that Sirius wanted him to ask why.
"All right," he said, "Why might it be okay?"
"Because, Moony," Sirius said, rubbing himself against Remus's thigh, "You said you wanted to do it to me, too."
"Oh—but! You won't, you won't do it in my mouth, will you?"
Sirius shrugged. "I'll put my hands in your hair, how's that sound? Warning enough?"
Remus regarded him for a long moment. "You promise?"
"Course I fucking promise, Moony. What kind of a bastard would I be if I didn't?"