Remus sighs, wondering when on earth he thought it a good idea to bring Sirius with him to try and find Christmas presents. Sirius is like a five year old, sometimes.
"We need to get Lily something," he points out patiently.
Sirius hooks his chin over Remus's shoulder from behind, and runs his hands down Remus's sides.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun first," he says suggestively. His hands wander closer to Remus's groin, and oh. Sometimes Sirius is not like a five year old. "No one's looking," he whispers in Remus's ear. "They're all too busy with their own shopping."
Remus should say no. They're in the middle of a crowded shopping centre, for god's sake. But Sirius's hand has slipped into the pocket of Remus's robe, and he is touching Remus up even as he speaks. And Remus has never been good at saying no to Sirius, even when he's not being distracted by the possibility of sex.
"We shouldn't," he says, but it's obvious to them both that his argument is perfunctory.
"That's what makes it more fun," Sirius says smugly.
And yes, yes it is. Remus knows that Sirius can feel how hard he is. He knows that Sirius knows his kink for exhibitionism - and shares it. Getting off here and now is so wrong that it's totally right.
"You're impossible," Remus says, turning so that he is facing Sirius, and whispering the words almost into Sirius's mouth.
"You love it." Sirius closes the gap between their lips, and runs his tongue over Remus's mouth until Remus opens it with a gasp.
"Excuse me," says a shopper, squeezing past. She inadvertently pushes the two closer together as she does so, and Sirius laughs.
"You're excused," he calls after her.
She looks back at the couple, who are groin to groin. Remus is rutting gently against Sirius. Her mouth falls open a bit, but when Remus chances a glance over, he notices she doesn't look shocked so much as aroused.
"Oh, but I'm not sure I am," she says, leaning back against a display. "Do carry on, boys."
Sirius gives her a cheeky wink, and rests his hands on Remus's arse, pulling him in hard and fast.
"Sirius, we shouldn't - ohhhh..." Remus's protest is cut off as Sirius rubs up against him more deliberately, sucking a shameless hickey onto his neck. Remus has a weakness for having his neck mauled, damn it. How is he supposed to object to anything when THAT is going on?
"That's it, babe," Sirius murmurs. "Come on, you can do it. Come all over yourself."
"Bastard," Remus whispers breathlessly, biting Sirius's lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
Sirius gives a low laugh and kisses him hard, one hand migrating to Remus's head and threading through his hair. Remus can feel his orgasm building, and he wouldn't care now if the whole damn shop were watching. He pulls away from the kiss, panting.
"Close," he warns.
"Good boy."
And that is it, those little words of praise have Remus spilling in his pants with a groan he buries in Sirius's shoulder. He rests his head there for some seconds, coming down from the high with the embarrassment he always gets afterwards, but which somehow never stops him from falling in with Sirius's plans in the first place. Sirius strokes his head gently, whispering words of encouragement to him - "so beautiful, Moony, fuck" - and letting him take his time.
Finally, Remus lifts his head. The woman has gone - show, presumably, over. Sirius is smiling at him with that mischievous look in his eyes.
"Okay, babe. Now we can finish the shopping," he says.
Remus is suddenly hyper-aware of his wet pants. He hopes none of it has stained through to his robe. "I hate you," he says; and Sirius laughs.
Remus sighs, wondering when on earth he thought it a good idea to bring Sirius with him to try and find Christmas presents. Sirius is like a five year old, sometimes.
"We need to get Lily something," he points out patiently.
Sirius hooks his chin over Remus's shoulder from behind, and runs his hands down Remus's sides.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun first," he says suggestively. His hands wander closer to Remus's groin, and oh. Sometimes Sirius is not like a five year old. "No one's looking," he whispers in Remus's ear. "They're all too busy with their own shopping."
Remus should say no. They're in the middle of a crowded shopping centre, for god's sake. But Sirius's hand has slipped into the pocket of Remus's robe, and he is touching Remus up even as he speaks. And Remus has never been good at saying no to Sirius, even when he's not being distracted by the possibility of sex.
"We shouldn't," he says, but it's obvious to them both that his argument is perfunctory.
"That's what makes it more fun," Sirius says smugly.
And yes, yes it is. Remus knows that Sirius can feel how hard he is. He knows that Sirius knows his kink for exhibitionism - and shares it. Getting off here and now is so wrong that it's totally right.
"You're impossible," Remus says, turning so that he is facing Sirius, and whispering the words almost into Sirius's mouth.
"You love it." Sirius closes the gap between their lips, and runs his tongue over Remus's mouth until Remus opens it with a gasp.
"Excuse me," says a shopper, squeezing past. She inadvertently pushes the two closer together as she does so, and Sirius laughs.
"You're excused," he calls after her.
She looks back at the couple, who are groin to groin. Remus is rutting gently against Sirius. Her mouth falls open a bit, but when Remus chances a glance over, he notices she doesn't look shocked so much as aroused.
"Oh, but I'm not sure I am," she says, leaning back against a display. "Do carry on, boys."
Sirius gives her a cheeky wink, and rests his hands on Remus's arse, pulling him in hard and fast.
"Sirius, we shouldn't - ohhhh..." Remus's protest is cut off as Sirius rubs up against him more deliberately, sucking a shameless hickey onto his neck. Remus has a weakness for having his neck mauled, damn it. How is he supposed to object to anything when THAT is going on?
"That's it, babe," Sirius murmurs. "Come on, you can do it. Come all over yourself."
"Bastard," Remus whispers breathlessly, biting Sirius's lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
Sirius gives a low laugh and kisses him hard, one hand migrating to Remus's head and threading through his hair. Remus can feel his orgasm building, and he wouldn't care now if the whole damn shop were watching. He pulls away from the kiss, panting.
"Close," he warns.
"Good boy."
And that is it, those little words of praise have Remus spilling in his pants with a groan he buries in Sirius's shoulder. He rests his head there for some seconds, coming down from the high with the embarrassment he always gets afterwards, but which somehow never stops him from falling in with Sirius's plans in the first place. Sirius strokes his head gently, whispering words of encouragement to him - "so beautiful, Moony, fuck" - and letting him take his time.
Finally, Remus lifts his head. The woman has gone - show, presumably, over. Sirius is smiling at him with that mischievous look in his eyes.
"Okay, babe. Now we can finish the shopping," he says.
Remus is suddenly hyper-aware of his wet pants. He hopes none of it has stained through to his robe. "I hate you," he says; and Sirius laughs.