Title: Whatever Remus Wants... Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Snape/Black, Snape/Lupin, Snape/Lupin/Black Disclaimer: They're JKR's. Not mine. If they were mine, I'd be richer than the Queen right now. I am merely borrowing them for the time being, though they may be a little worse for wear by the time I return them. Summary: Remus' dreams have been more and more vivid lately. And even a trip to the pantry has a price.
Warnings: voyeurism, dirty-talk, threesome, light bondage, dominant bottom. Author's notes: Set during OotP years. Thanks to Gina for being patient with me and to Q for putting up with my wibbling and being my muse. Beta credits go to Q and A ♥. Any mistakes left are purely my own. To gmth for running a great fest and letting me come play in the sandbox. And lastly, to josanpq. Happy Smutmas and I hope this fits the bill for you.
"Harder, Snape, harder. Want to feel this in the morning."
Their bodies are alight from the sheen of sweat catching the pale moonlight from the open window. The room is familiar but foreign to him, yet being in an unknown room doesn't worry him. He isn't cognizant of much beyond the constant in-out movement as Snape fucks him. The only thought he can concentrate on is the way Snape's body covers his own, the additional weight welcome. His fingers curl in the cool silk sheets (it doesn't matter if the presence of silk doesn't fit with Snape's personality, it's a dream, isn't it?), panting with every press of Severus' cock against his prostate. He's so close, he can feel his balls tightening--
The only sweaty body was his own, Remus panting hard as the sound of Mrs Black's screams drew him from the dream. Rudely.
Remus was beginning to think there was something to Sirius' notion of torching the canvas. Who cared if the whole house burned down in the process -- it would at least let him finish one bloody dream.
Groaning, Remus leaned over and plucked his watch from the bedside table. 3:42 in the morning. Too early to actually get up and start his day and somehow seemed too late to get back to sleep. He replaced the watch on the table and flopped backwards on his back, hoping that the five minutes spent not thinking about Severus was going to get rid of his raging hard-on.
If wishes were nifflers...
Once more Remus rolled, reaching not for the bedside table but for the drawer beneath, pulling out a nearly empty bottle of oil. He flicked the cap open with his thumb, hips lifting off the bed enough to pull his pyjama bottoms down below his hips. Remus breathed slowly, the cool night air coming as welcome relief to his heated skin. He poured a bit of oil on his hand, closing the bottle and tossing it in the vicinity of the open drawer. The dull thud and accompanying rolling sound told Remus he had missed his intended target and he'd find the bottle somewhere on the floor in the morning.
Remus wrapped his hand around his cock, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. In his mind's eye he recreated the dream in his mind. The scent of sex in the air, the ambiance in the room created from the moonlight. For once, Remus found he didn't shirk from the presence of the moon but rather wanted to bask in its glow.
That, though, could have been the arousal talking.
He rubbed his thumb across the slit, spreading precome across the head of his cock. With his eyes closed, he could imagine it was Severus' hand encircling his cock. It was Severus lifting his hips, oil-slicked fingers tracing a line from his balls to his perineum. Remus cupped and rolled his bollocks in his hand, hips thrusting. He was so close -- so close -- the end of his dream leaving him perilously close to the edge of his climax. I don't want to hear any screams from Mrs Black was Remus' final thought before he came hard, semen covering his stomach. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making any noise or from shouting out any names that could have been embarrassing. The fact that his fantasy dreams had included partners from Severus to Bill to Harry in recent weeks would have proven quite embarrassing should his voice carry beyond his door.
Sweat-soaked fringe clung to his forehead as Remus collapsed against the pillows. His hand was a poor substitute lately, but at least it was a substitute. Remus muttered a cleaning spell under his breath, pulling up his pyjama bottoms and kicking his legs under the covers. Four in the morning. Maybe he could manage a few more hours of sleep -- if he was lucky.
~*~
As it turned out, Remus did manage to get back to sleep and was awakened by the smell of coffee downstairs coupled with the mid-morning sun streaming across his face. Remus threw his arm across his eyes to block out the light, groaning. No one ever rose before sunrise, and anyone passing through was forbidden to brew a pot of coffee before eight in the morning. (This came following an unfortunate incident with Sirius, Moody and Kreatcher and a bottle of scotch. Remus was certain Moody's limp was slightly more pronounced after that.) This, Remus logically concluded, meant that he must have gotten a half-way decent night's worth of sleep. He couldn't spend the day in bed no matter how tempting it might have been. Besides, there was coffee downstairs. A tea man to be certain, but Remus didn't mind a cup every now and again, especially when someone else made it.
He rolled out of bed, bare feet curling when they hit the cold hardwood floors. Remus let out a grunt, sleepily pulling himself to his feet, and began to cross the room to the wardrobe. Remus, however, forgot about the discarded bottle of oil from the night before. His heel hit the bottle, sending him sprawling before he could catch himself. He pitched forward, chin slamming against the wardrobe. Remus collapsed to the floor in a pile of arms and legs, letting out a string of oaths once he came to rest on the floor.
"Bloody fucking hell." Remus winced, attempting to untangle himself but managing only to smash his elbow into the door of the wardrobe. "Bloody fu--"
"Remus... good God, are you alright?"
Remus tilted his head to rest against the damn wardrobe, looking at the spinning forms of multiple Siriuses standing in the doorway. "Stop moving," Remus grumbled. "I can't tell which one is the real you."
"The real me is the one standing on the ceiling," Sirius teased. "From the ruckus you made up here, I thought you killed yourself."
Close...
"No, I'm fine. Mostly. I think." Remus looked up helplessly at Sirius. "A hand." Sirius began to applaud from the doorway, hands pausing in mid air at the glare he received from Remus. "Bastard," Remus muttered under his breath, extending a hand for Sirius to aid him to his feet. Standing was better and the room had ceased spinning counter clockwise as well.
"There's coffee downstairs," Sirius said after an awkward pause. Sirius gave a slight smile and exited, leaving Remus alone in his room.
Remus glared at the problematic bottle of oil, which had broken following his spill. His heel throbbed where he had hit the bottle, glass shards everywhere. Remus winced, hobbling over to the bed, gently picking out the large piece that had lodged itself in his heel. A muttered spell banished the broken bottle and a second one produced a bandage for his foot. And now he had to go shopping today. Bloody brilliant.
Grumbling, Remus changed and began to make his way downstairs. It was going to be an unbearable day if the morning was any indication.
~*~
It wasn't only the rest of the day that went so shoddily, but the remainder of the week as well. Remus had to wonder if somehow a Death Eater had cursed him with bad luck syndrome. Or maybe Severus had slipped some Anti-Felix potion in his latest batch of Wolfsbane. It was the only thing that could logically explain why he was having such a horrid week.
Remus began to wonder if he should just curl up in bed, read, and not emerge until the full moon had passed. It was only two weeks away. Theoretically he could claim he was ill and take to his bed. Would anyone notice? If he wasn't careful, the Order would start calling him a male version of Tonks.
It was a shame that none of his accidents managed to dislodge Mrs Black's portrait from the walls.
His candle sputtered and went out, plunging the room into darkness. Remus lifted his head from his book, only now realising how late the hour was. His stomach gave a loud rumble, admonishing Remus for forgetting to eat both lunch and dinner. It was too late to expect Molly to still be around, take pity on him, and fix him a meal. Which left him to do the cooking.
Remus Summoned his robe from the chair it was currently thrown over, tying the sash about his waist. The watch on his wrist spoke the hour of midnight, a few hours later than Remus expected it to be but at least it explained why his growling stomach was leading a revolt. Remus poked at it, muttering that he was going to feed it, as long as it shut up and let him get downstairs.
He jumped down the last three steps to avoid the creaking step and landed softly on the ground floor. Mrs Black still slumbered peacefully behind the curtain and the rest of Grimmauld Place joined her in sleep. Not a creature was stirring, save the werewolf down the hall...
The refrigerator wouldn't have anything, Remus reasoned, knowing Sirius' love of late night snacks. So to the pantry it was, to find something that wouldn't require an hour's worth of prep time and two hours to cook. Remus' stomach grumbled in agreement. His hand froze over the pantry doorknob, pausing when he heard the sounds of grunting muffled by the heavy wooden door. The grunts turned to moans and lasted far too long in Remus' estimation. It didn't take five minutes to pull something down from the top shelf, no matter how high or heavy it was.
The sounds were distinctly masculine and against his better judgment, Remus opened the door enough to spy inside. The slip of light from the ajar door fell just to the left of their bodies, but was enough to cast shadows across their bodies. Remus' jaw dropped as the blood rushed to his groin. He knew that frock coat.
Hands lifted, the black coat stretching across Severus' shoulders as he lifted his and his partner's arms to brace against the shelf of flour. Severus' head moved to the side, exposing his partner to Remus' gaze.
Sirius!?
Remus watched, transfixed as Snape pounded into the man facing the wall. They were too clothed for him to see anything (unfortunately) but his imagination could take over. His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, skirting across his stomach and slipping inside his robe. The soft material of his pyjama bottoms tented over his erection, the fabric creating an exquisite friction as he rubbed his hand over his cock.
Remus' hand stilled momentarily, staring at the sight of a mostly clothed Severus pounding into his best mate's arse. Flour partially covered Sirius' face and the side closest to Remus' vantage. When did this start? was the only thought that continually ran through his mind. The second and most disconcerting thought came next: I wouldn't mind being between them either...
As if sensing Remus' inner-most (and vaguely disturbing in his estimation) thought, Severus turned to look at Remus. The motion of his hips didn't stop, his black eyes boring into Remus' head while he fucked Sirius. He began to make a show of it, his hands skirting across Sirius' stomach, grasping his cock and stroking it. Sirius moaned and whimpered, back arching into Severus' touch.
"Black, it seems we have a visitor," Severus said, running his tongue along the shell of Sirius' ear.
Sirius slowly swiveled his head to look at Remus, his expression oscillating between a mixture of pure horror and unspeakable lust.
"I... I..." Remus sputtered, caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. He removed it from beneath the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, unsure when he had let it slip in there. He retied the sash about his waist, hiding his erection from view.
Severus' body stilled against Sirius', Remus' imagination running wild once more. "Spying, Lupin? It seems unlike you."
"I needed the oatmeal," Remus said, picking the first food that came to mind, though his gaze was focused on Sirius' half-hard cock.
"You sure you don't need any oil?" Severus replied dryly. A flush blossomed across Remus' cheeks, dropping his head to hide behind his fringe. Oh how he hated Severus' ability to make him flush at the most inopportune moments. A few deep breaths and he had at least willed the blush away even though his arousal refused to go away so easily.
"I'd say yes if I wasn't sure you'd used it up," Remus shot back, regaining his backbone.
"I'm sure we left you enough to take... care of your needs."
Severus' gaze washed over Remus, focusing on his groin. Remus self-consciously shifted, affording the fabric a better tent to hide his arousal.
"I have no needs," Remus lied.
"Which is why you had your hand down your pyjama bottoms watching us."
"He has a point, Moony," Sirius added.
"You're not supposed to agree with him," Remus said, shooting a glare at Sirius. "You're supposed to be on my side." Remus shifted uncomfortably, watching the still intertwined forms of Sirius and Severus. Is his cock still...?
"A wonderful side-effect of fucking," Severus said, shifting behind Sirius.
"Could you two stop..." Remus flushed. "Doing that while I'm trying to speak to you?"
"Doing what?" Severus asked, attempting to look the picture of innocent and failing miserably.
"Fucking!" Remus sputtered.
"Why should I stop when you could join us and stop this pitiful excuse for a conversation. And if you're not going to join us, grab your oatmeal and close the door on your way out."
The blood that had returned to his other extremities upon getting caught watching raced back to his groin once more.
"Join...?"
"Are you learning impaired?" Severus said with a roll of his eyes. "Join. Us. Sex. Tomorrow night. How much clearer do I need to make it?"
"I... uh..."
"Please, Lupin, I always thought you were the articulate one."
"Oh, go fuck yourself."
"Or you tomorrow."
Remus slammed the door in response.
~*~
The old adage of a 'watched pot doesn't boil' was apparently true for the passage of time. A watched clock's hands didn't move faster no matter how they were urged to do so.
He had to wait until eleven o'clock the following evening, provided he didn't have a stroke before then. Remus, aside from being decidedly gay, was a conventional lover. He had only ever had one other lover at a time, and never before had contemplated himself in a threesome. However, the thought of finding himself in bed with Sirius and Severus did something unexpected: it made him harder than he ever had been in his life. He refused to wank for fear of 'ruining' himself for the evening.
Thus, it was the thought of Minerva McGonagall being bent over a desk by Hagrid and several cold showers that kept him from wanking every fifteen minutes. Never before had Remus been so happy for billowing robes. Anything tight would have shown off his arousal to the rest of the Wizarding world -- or at least the rest of the Order.
Ten-thirty and the clock hands seemed to be moving slower rather than faster. An eternity passed between every minute, anticipation welling up in the pit of Remus' stomach. Remus began to wonder if time itself was going to stop at five minutes to eleven, leaving him in this suspended state of pure agony.
At last, the hour came, the grandfather clock in the dining room striking the hour of eleven. As much as Remus wanted to bolt to Sirius' room, he forced himself to wait another five minutes so as to not appear too eager. When he could no longer wait, Remus padded down the hall to the bedroom, pushing the door open after knocking. He entered and turned, putting his back to the room and closed the door. Remus took a few deep breaths, unsure what was awaiting him, before moving to face the bed.
"Petrificus totalus!"
The spell hit before Remus had a chance to think or respond. He was frozen against the closed door, eyes wide as he stared at the mostly nude forms of Sirius and Severus as they lay sprawled together on the bed. His mind told him he should be aroused seeing Sirius lying against Severus' chest between his spread legs, watching Severus' hand lazily stroke his cock. It was as if the scene was planned for him.
Another muttered spell gave Remus control over his head and his vocal cords but still left the rest of his body completely immoble. It was disconcerting to only be able to move his head, his body crying out to give into the arousal but unable to do so.
"You watched us yesterday," Severus said, his voice low. "You seemed... like you wanted to join us."
"I..." Remus' jaw worked, too taken by surprise to form a coherent thought. All the years he used to spar with Severus and would store up good 'come-back' lines in his head for their next encounter seemed to fly from his mind. He could only stare dumbly at the intertwined forms of Sirius and Severus.
"You must have, you came here tonight," Severus finished.
"You told me to come," Remus replied, finding his backbone.
"Since when do you do what you're told?"
"Only when he knows he can get something out of it," Sirius answered for Remus.
Severus slipped out from behind Sirius, Remus noting now that he was only wearing a pair of trousers. Remus' eyes greedily took in the pale chest, the dark dusting of hair across the centre that thickened near his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. Remus watched until Severus was inches away from him. The scent of pure masculinity filled his senses, blocking out every other coherent thought.
"Is that right?" Severus asked, drawing his finger along Remus' cheek. "You think you can get something out of this?"
"A bit hard to do anything right now being frozen in place. Should have thought of that first."
"I will unfreeze you. I don't believe in partners doing anything against their will. Answer me one question and then I will unbind you. Do you want us to fuck you? To be spread out on Black's bed, my cock in you, you sucking him. Is that what you want? Is that what you came up here to find?"
Remus' mouth went dry, his gaze flicking back and forth between Sirius and Severus. "I hope those positions are up for debate," Remus managed to say, his body itching to join the two on the bed.
"I suppose it's up for negotiation," Sirius said, hand lazily circling his cock.
Severus restored motion to Remus' body as he was led to the bed and the waiting arms of Sirius. From behind, he could feel the first touch of Severus' hands across his back, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. Remus crawled onto the bed, Sirius rising up to meet him and drawing him into a kiss. Remus whimpered, lips parting to deepen the kiss. Sirius playfully switched their positions, his hands exploring Remus' body. Sirius' hands were slightly rough and more than a little cold, though the chill left his skin the more Sirius touched him. Tiny nips accompanied their movements, Remus finding himself on his back with Sirius' tongue mapping the interior of Remus' mouth. Remus' hands threaded through Sirius' hair, every one of his fantasies coming to fruition.
He let his hands be raised above his head by someone; with his eyes closed he had no idea who was moving them. It was only when he heard the soft 'snick' of a lock that Remus opened his eyes to find them bound above his head. The bindings had a little bit of play, enough for Remus to shift on the bed, moving before his shoulders began to cramp.
"Lift your head."
Remus did as he was requested and his sense of sight was immediately taken from him by a slip of black silk. Remus struggled against his bonds, foreign hands undressing him and Remus unable to tell who was doing what. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. What a breath couldn't accomplish, a kiss could. Remus arched up into the kiss which apparently was a ploy to distract him long enough for one of the two men to remove his trousers. Remus stiffened, the night air coming as a welcome relief to his heated skin.
"I don't fancy staying the rest of the night like this," Remus said, shifting on the bed. "I'd rather like to see what I'm doing."
"What? At least now you can say you were tied up last night, and it's not a lie."
"I was complaining about the blindfold, not the binds, you idiot." Remus turned his head in the direction of Sirius' voice. "And while we are on the subject, you and your puns are -- oooofff."
"Why Lupin," Severus said, joining the fray, "you should have said you liked binds earlier. We could have tied you up and brought you here months ago."
Remus' breath came out in a whoosh as a weight settled on his chest. Without the gift of sight, Remus' other senses were working overtime, his nose hit with the immediate musky scent that was completely and totally masculine. The blindfold deprived him of the knowledge of who was resting on his chest, yet it forced him to give the other men his complete trust. He could sense someone down towards his lower body with someone perched upon his chest. Sirius and Severus were no longer speaking, consequently making it so that Remus had no idea who was where.
"What the --" A finger was placed against his lips, effectively silencing Remus. The next touch came lower, fingertips trailing along his bare legs. The man between his legs was moving upwards. A nose nuzzled his groin, tongue mapping patterns along his inner thighs. Remus strained against his bonds, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through the hair of the man on his chest or between his legs.
The finger pressed to his lips worked its way into his mouth, parting them. Remus relaxed once more and not a moment too soon. The musky scent grew stronger, Remus' mouth opening wider as an unfamiliar object began to pass beyond his lips. Cautiously, Remus' tongue peeked out, running along the hard shaft. Taste -- a familiar taste his brain now recognised -- knowing that his tongue was running along the underside of a cock. Remus had to work by feel alone, trusting that the man who sat on his chest would take it slow and easy. His tongue flicked across the head, the salty-bitter taste of precome overwhelming him because of the blindfold. From above, he could hear a moan, yet it wasn't enough to give away the man's identity. Remus' mouth worked, tongue running along the underside of the cock.
The presence of the bonds and the blindfold were no longer troublesome. Any of his misgivings about what was to happen this evening had long since left him. A feeling of calm settled over Remus as he sucked whomever's cock it was. His throat muscles relaxed, taking more and more into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Remus jumped when he felt a hand on his hip then his cock covered by the warm, wet heat of a mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, his senses overloading with the dual sensation of having a cock in his mouth and being sucked off. Merlin's balls... Remus hummed his pleasure, his body working its way into this unique rhythm.
Then, suddenly, the gift of sight was back -- the bonds and blindfold simultaneously disappearing from his person along with the weight on his chest. Remus blinked slowly, his eyes slowly readjusting to the dim light. It was Severus who was moving off his chest as well as the bed, shifting to join Sirius at the foot of the bed. Sirius slid over, making room for Severus. Before Remus could speak, Severus nudged Remus' legs further apart to make room. Sirius was still running his tongue along the underside of Remus' cock, yet Remus was unable to move his hips due to Severus' hand stilling them. Severus dropped his head, his free hand cupping and rolling Remus' bollocks. Without the bonds to steady him, Remus' hands fisted in the bedclothes, half afraid he was going to tear the sheets to tatters. Severus didn't stop there, no... Remus watched through his lashes as Sirius took his cock completely into his mouth while Severus worked his balls over with his tongue. Remus cried out softly, his body on fire wherever he was being licked, sucked or touched.
"Fuck..." Remus breathed, untwisting a hand from the sheets to run through Severus' hair.
"No... that comes next..." Sirius said, pulling back enough to speak. His mouth was still close, Sirius' breath and the vibrations from his words making pushing Remus so close to the edge. He was so close... so... close --
Then, abruptly, everything stopped. Remus opened his eyes (they had closed) to look down at Severus and Sirius sitting back on their heels.
"Why'd you stop?" Remus asked dumbly, moving himself into a sitting position and not quite sure how he managed it.
"To do that..." Sirius began.
"Means an early end..." Severus finished. "And I dare say we don't want that, now do we?"
Remus shook his head, crawling towards the two men at the foot of the bed. Remus wrapped a hand around Severus' cock, turning to place a kiss to Sirius' lips. "No... no we don't."
"Tell me, Lupin," Severus said, his hand running idly along Remus' hip, "what do you want? Do you want to be on your hands and knees while I fuck you? Or maybe on your back and Sirius will ride your cock."
Remus' cock twitched, arousal coursing through his veins. Now was the moment of choice, Remus knew, glancing back and forth between Severus and Sirius. The fantasies he had been conjuring over the past how many months had been leading to this moment even if Remus had never realised it. Leaning towards Severus, Remus ran his tongue along the other man's lower lip, his hand questing to find Sirius' cock.
"I want to ride you," Remus said against Severus' lips, praying to any god that would listen that a blush was not blooming across his cheeks. "I want you to fuck me while I ride you." Remus glanced at Sirius out of the side of his eye, his hand slowly working along the shaft. "And I want you in my mouth."
"Whatever Moony wants..." Sirius murmured, his pupils looking as large as saucers, dilating with lust.
"Remus gets," Severus finished.
"Oh, getting familiar are we?"
"Black, this is one of those moments in your life where you should learn to hold your tongue."
"Why, will you hold it for me?"
He had been following the banter between Sirius and Severus, completely unaware that Severus was moving towards him. Remus suddenly found himself laying face down on the bed, Severus taking advantage of the element of surprise to spread Remus' legs. "Wait -- I said I--" He broke off abruptly as his arse cheeks were spread, the brush of a cool, slick finger against his entrance making him buck against the mattress.
"It's called preparing you. When is the last time you were fucked?" Severus asked, running an oil slicked finger along the cleft of Remus' arse.
"Well, I... That is to say that... well..." Remus stammered, turning his head to the left to watch both Sirius and Severus behind him.
"If you can't remember, it's been too long."
"Speak for yourself," Remus snapped back.
"Since being invited to live here by Black," Severus punctuated the statement by slipping a finger into Remus' arse, "my sex life has been quite full and rather interesting."
"Never knew you were into paintings."
"I can stop," Severus threatened, withdrawing his fingers from Remus' arse.
"Oh, would you two stop arguing?" Sirius asked, his hand falling away from his cock. Remus gazed hazily at Sirius, wondering when during the verbal sparring with Severus (and the fingering of his arse, for that matter) Sirius had taken up wanking while watching the show. Both men stopped their bickering and their movements to look at Sirius. "We both know that Snape isn't going to stop and Moony is going to shut his yap and we three are going to have a good evening and an even better night. Got it?"
"Got it," Remus and Severus said in unison.
The fingers returned to his arse, Severus adding two fingers now to stretch him. He was tense, he knew, and his lower body seemed unable to relax. This was not his first time being fucked by another man, but he hadn't been lying when he said it had been some time since he'd last been with someone. His eyes met Sirius, watching the man's hands skirt across his own chest to tweak and pull at a nipple while his free hand stroked his cock. A third finger slid into his arse, what Remus supposed was Severus' middle finger brushing against his prostate. Sparks exploded in front of his vision, his hands twisting in the bedclothes once more. The fingers withdrew from his arse, Remus whimpering as Severus pulled away.
Sirius guided him into a sitting position, and Remus took a moment to kiss the other man. His taste was different than Severus', more like firewhisky than brandy. The difference in the two men was palpable, arousing. His tongue flitted across Sirius' lower lip, Remus' hand resting gently against Sirius' chest.
"If you two are quite finished?"
Severus' voice broke the kiss, Remus slowly turning his head to look at Severus. At some point during the kiss, Severus had moved himself to a prone position on the other side of the bed. His cock seemed to (for lack of a better word) glisten in the dim light of the room. He must have applied oil while watching them kiss. With a final light brush of his lips over Sirius', Remus crawled over to Severus. Remus lifted himself up, settling on Severus' hips.
"Little bit of help?"
Crouching, Remus lifted himself up while Sirius crossed to the other side of the bed, holding Severus' cock steady while Remus impaled himself on it. He gritted his teeth, his body slowly yielding to the foreign intrusion. As Severus slid into his arse, Remus realized in that instant of pain that it had been a very long time since he had done this. Remus' body stilled, letting himself adjust. No amount of preparation could have taken away the initial sting of sex. The momentary pain began to fade away, fast replaced by an intense pleasure. Severus' hands came to rest on his hips, guiding Remus' movements. Their rhythm was erratic at first before they settled. Remus tossed his head back, exposing his throat to Sirius' mouth. The other man licked and sucked his way down Remus' throat, nipping every so often and soothing the newly-forming bruises with his tongue.
The mattress sank as Sirius climbed onto the bed, using the headboard to steady himself as he stood by Remus. Remus turned to the side, still riding Severus' cock. Up and down his body moved, his lips parting to take Sirius' cock into his mouth. Able to see what he was doing this time, Remus was able to direct his tongue right where he wanted it. Teasing the slit, circling around the crown, lightly grazing his teeth along the shaft. Each movement drew a different (and usually louder) moan from Sirius. Severus' hand wrapped around his own cock and added a third element to the dance. Remus' body seemed to be on fire, every nerve ending in his body vibrating like crystal. These two men seemed to know his body, knew how to drive him to the edge and keep him there. But even the perfect tightrope walker eventually fell from his rope though he may not have wanted to.
With a cry that was more a growl/moan than anything, Remus came, his semen spurting onto Severus' stomach. In his hand, he could feel Sirius' muscles tighten, a tell-tale sign of an impending climax. Remus pulled back enough to swallow as Sirius came. His movements became erratic, riding Severus while he worked to swallow and lick Sirius clean. Unable to stand anymore, Sirius flopped onto the mattress in a spent and sated pile. A few more pumps of his hips and Severus came, his jaw clenched with the effort of remaining silent. Sirius had moaned a name when he came (though Remus didn't hear whose it was), yet Severus worked to stay quiet. Remus leaned forward to steal a kiss, silently pledging that one day he would break through that hardened exterior and hear Severus scream when he came.
It was a good goal to have, in Remus' estimation.
Gently, Remus rolled off Severus and came to rest between the two men. Sirius instinctively curled against Remus, his hand resting on Remus' chest and tossing his leg across Remus' thighs to hook around Severus' left leg. One of Remus' hands was trapped awkwardly under Sirius' body while the other rested on Severus' abdomen. Perhaps not the most comfortable of sleeping positions, but they could work on it. Remus glanced back and forth between his two lovers and sighed contently.
"Really, Lupin," Severus spoke, lacing his fingers between Remus', "Black and I had nearly given up hope that you would ever find us. Short of fucking on your bed..."
Remus lifted his head. "You planned this. You both planned this."
"Moony, you need to not hole up in your room reading quite so much. We were beginning to wonder if you ever ate. I was getting tired of waking up with flour or sugar in my arse," Sirius said, running his tongue along Remus' jaw.
"So am I right to assume this will not be a one-time affair?"
"Mmm..." Sirius' teeth found Remus' earlobe and tugged gently. "I rather like the dynamic of our little group, though I have one request."
"And what would that be, Black?"
"Tomorrow, I get to top."
~*~
The following night, Remus slipped silently from his room to Sirius', where he knew Sirius and Severus were waiting for him. His cock gave an expectant twitch, hand closing around the jar in his hand. He knocked quietly on the door, pushing it open after hearing the soft tap in response. Remus pushed it open and walked into the waiting arms of a very nude Sirius. Smiling, Remus slipped his arm around Sirius' waist.
"I brought the lube tonight," he said, holding up a jar of chocolate sauce.
"Lupin," Severus said from the bed, "we need to discuss your idea of 'lube'. That is chocolate. And sticky."
"It's not for you to clean up," Remus said, a glint in his eye as he focused on Severus' cock. Remus licked his lips. "I'm the chocoholic."
"You spill any on my sheets, you bottom," Severus replied.
"Might I remind you it's my bed?" Sirius asked, dipping his fingers into the jar after he opened it, drawing a chocolate trail along Remus' shoulder.
"You make a joke about a chocolate covered werewolf..." Remus warned.