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LMOM '08: The Card Series: Jack of Spades (13/31)

Title: The Card Series: Jack of Spades (13/31)
Author: carawen
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Remus
Kink(s): oral sex, semi-public sex
Challenge: LMOM '08
Word Count: 774
Notes: see here for an explanation of the cards.

Jack of Spades:
The shepherd indicates an intense love of life and strong fellow feeling.

Remus wakes to Harry's hand running through his hair. "Good morning, love," Harry says softly, smiling down at him.

"Hey," Remus says, smiling in return.

Harry leans down for a short, closed mouth kiss. "So, since you now find yourself a wealthy man, what do you say we go spend some of that money?" he asks, leaning up enough to look Remus in the eye again.

"I don't really need anything, though," Remus replies.

"Remus, you can lie to yourself about the state of your robes, but it won't work on me. It's time to update your wardrobe."

Remus chuckles at Harry's mock-serious face. "Well, if you insist."

"C'mon. We'll hit a few Muggle shops first, then go to Diagon Alley." Harry grabs Remus' hands and pulls him out of the bed. Remus dresses as Harry returns to his own room to do the same.

An hour later they're in a large department store in central London, and Remus isn't sure where to start.

"We'll work from the inside out, I think," Harry says, leading him over to the underwear section. "I know you normally wear briefs, but have you tried other things? Like boxers?"

"I've never used anything but briefs," Remus admits.

"Then I think we'll pick up some boxers for you as well. Silk ones. You'll like the way they feel, and I'll have fun sliding them off you."

Remus blushes and slaps Harry's arm to distract him. "Behave, we're in public."

"But that's what makes it fun," Harry whispers in his ear, grabbing the aforementioned underwear.

"What next?" Remus asks, walking towards the trousers.

"A couple pairs of jeans, I think, and trousers in a couple colours as well," Harry says. "Do you know what size you need?"

"Yeah." Remus flips through a rack of black trousers while Harry looks at jeans.

"You should probably try this on just to be safe," Harry says when they meet up again.

"Right." Remus heads for the fitting rooms, Harry following behind him. A quick inspection shows no one else around, and Harry follows Remus into the large stall at the end. "Planning to help me make sure everything fits?" he leers at Harry.

"There's nothing like a bit of personal help," Harry replies, leaning against Remus. "Try these on first," he says, pulling out a pair of leather trousers he's hidden between pairs of jeans.

"Leather?" Remus says sceptically. "At my age?"

"With an arse like yours age doesn't matter," Harry replies.

"More flattery," Remus scoffs, but toes off his shoes and opens his trousers anyway. He pulls the leather trousers on obediently, amused but the hungry look in Harry's eyes.

"Perfect," Harry says, walking around Remus. "See what I mean?" He turns Remus' back to the mirror and slides his hands around to Remus' arse, squeezing lightly. "Not baggy at all, molding perfectly to you and showing off your assets very well."

Remus looks over his shoulder, watching Harry's hands caress him. "Perhaps I can be persuaded..." he mused, looking back at Harry.

"And I am very talented at persuasion," Harry says, pulling Remus' hips against his.

"Here? We're practically out in the open," Remus protests.

"Like I said, that's what makes it fun," Harry says with a wicked look. "And besides, we're wizards, and we have ways of ensuring we aren't... interrupted."

"The joys of impetuous youth," Remus gasps and Harry laps and sucks at his neck.

Harry sits down on the bench in the fitting room, pulling Remus with him. "I love the way you taste," he says, nuzzling Remus' crotch.

"Harry..." Remus breathes, cupping Harry's head and gripping his hair.

"Shh..." Harry whispers, opening the trousers. "I'll take care of you," he says softly, pulling out Remus' hard cock. Remus moans as Harry slides his foreskin up, revealing the purpling head.

"I don't deserve you," Remus says, watching Harry's mouth slide down his cock. "But I'm not giving you up regardless," he continues, watching Harry's eyes light up.

Harry lets one hand curl around Remus' hips, encouraging Remus to thrust into his mouth. Remus follows Harry's lead, unable to look away from Harry's bright eyes. "Beautiful," he whispers, feeling Harry's tongue flutter over his head.

Harry closes his eyes for a moment, before looking back at Remus, eyes bright for a completely different reason.

"What you do to me," Remus groans, coming in Harry's mouth. He reaches down and wipes the tear from Harry's eyelashes as Harry swallows around him.

Harry stands and wraps Remus in a tight hug. It's only Remus' heightened sense of hearing that lets him catch Harry's barely whispered 'I love you' into his hair.

tbc tomorrow