GryffindorJ (gryffindorj) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-15 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: gryffindorj, kink: dirty talk, kink: frottage, kink: kissing, remus/sirius |
LMOM: Late Bloomer 15/31
Title: Sharing Issues (Late Bloomer 15/31)
Author: gryffindorj
Rating: R
Word Count: 997
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, talk of Sirus/James and Remus/James
Kinks: kissing, dirty talk, frotting
Challenge:LMoM '08
A/N: Finally having a moment to title these!
"I'm telling you, she used an engorgement charm," Peter said, his nose practically pressed to the glass of the compartment window.
"No fucking way," Sirius said.
"Padfoot's right," James said. "I've sat next to her in Charms a time or two, and she's absolute rubbish."
"Sat next to her my arse, tried to touch her tits more like it," Sirius said.
"Not then but maybe now." James waggled his brows.
"They're padded," Remus gave his opinion. James and Sirius exchanged a look then looked at Remus with doubt. "See how they didn't move when the train just stopped, not real. And James is right she is rubbish at Charms, I tutored her last year."
"You're a fountain of knowledge, Moony," James said clasping him on the shoulder. He turned, pulling his cloak on to exit the train. "I'm going to go find out. Come on, Padfoot, keep her friends entertained."
"I'm not your side-show. Wormtail, you go with him. Her friend on the right is easy. She'll let you in her knickers."
"Sloppy seconds. Sounds inviting," Peter said dryly.
"Cheer up, mate, she's not seconds to anyone. More like sixths or fifteenths," Sirius laughed, ushering Peter out the door. Remus made to follow but Sirius slid the compartment door closed and turned to Remus.
Remus saw a smile playing at the corners of Sirius's mouth as he advanced on him. "Thought we should have a private chat before we get back to school."
"Waiting till we are on the train about to go back into the castle is very good timing," Remus said. Sirius smiled that smile he smiles when he was most amused with Remus. He walked closer to Remus pushing him towards the seats. Remus stepped back then sat down having not where else to go.
Sirius put one knee on each side of Remus, straddling him, forcing him to stay in place. Keeping his eyes locked with Remus's. he slowly lowered his lips to Remus's ear then brushed it with a kiss.
"Moony," he breathed, "I'm not sure what to do with you." He then moved to Remus's other ear and kissed it as well.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Remus said feeling uncomfortable as his cock began to stiffen.
"You seem to be turning into quite the whore." Sirius brushed his soft lips across Remus's jaw, "I was in the shower with Prongs this morning-"
"Where you?"
"I was so hard, my cock pressed to the crack of his arse. The tip of my prick sliding through his crease. I told him I would suck him if he let me rub off on his arse till I came. Know what he told me, Moony?" Sirius traced the tip of his nose down the side of Remus's, and then gave him the slightest of kisses on his lips.
"No," Remus answered, swallowing hard.
"He said that he'd better wash first cause you had already blown him during the night, while I was sleeping."
"Oh?" Remus said though the word was a struggle to find, Sirius was pressing his erection against his stomach. Sirius didn't reply but veryslowly wetted Remus's lips with his tongue.
"I don't think blowing our mate makes me a whore exactly," Remus ventured.
"No, but being that you didn't blow me and I was feet away makes you one to me," Sirius breathed across him. His voice low, sensual and hot. "You're a slut for cock, I know it. Only mine and Prongs for now, but I'm sure you want more. You know what that does to me, Moony?" Remus couldn’t answer; Sirius had begun to rub into him, creating friction on both their pricks. His tongue licking across Remus's throat, he answered his own question.
"Makes me jealous. Makes me upset that you want cock that isn't mine. I want you to only want me." Sirius ran his hand up Remus's body then cradled the back of his head in his palm. Tilting him closer to his face, again brushing their lips together. Sirius pulled back.
"You thought about me being a whore while you were about to blow James?" Remus felt his blood rush at the accusation.
"We're not talking about your sharing issues, we're talking about mine, yeah?"
"Yeah," Remus said bitterly.
"Don't get upset, Remus," Sirius whispered, tracing his lips over Remus's face. "Your cock is so perfect, so brilliant. It's loooong and thick. It shouldn't be that thick for how long it is, but it is. The head is this pink colour, like when you bite in to a strawberry, the colour between the red outside and the white middle. So beautiful, with the silkiest shaft. I want to slowly lick every inch. Take you in my mouth bit by bit; touch every part with the tip of my tongue, so my mouth knows it as well as my hand knows my own prick. Then I want you to fuck my mouth, my lips wrapped around your cock. My jaw aches at the idea of having your cock in my mouth."
He moaned as he pressed their bodies together again, "I'm so fucking hard - if you said the word, I would come. I would fucking come everywhere. Then I would make you come and swallow you. Every last drop." Sirius groaned then brushed his lips one last time against Remus's. Remus shot out his hand clasping Sirius by the nape of his neck keeping their mouths together.
The kiss was gentle, their soft lips slowly exploring. Remus darted out his tongue brushing it to Sirius's lip. Sirius licked the underside of Remus's tongue, coaxing it the rest of the way into his mouth. They pressed harder to one another tongues circling, erections grinding against their flies, begging to be taken care of.
They pulled very slowly away from one another, their lips meeting again and again in slow moist kisses. Neither one interested in stopping.
"We'll miss the carriages," Remus said as Sirius rested his forehead against his own.
"Sod the carriages," Sirius said, trying to kiss him again.
"I don't want to explain why we ended up back in London. Let's get off the train and we'll walk to the castle and find some cover along the way, yeah?"
Sirius reluctantly agreed.
They walked from the platform expecting the carriages to all be gone. They turned the corner and there stood James and Peter waiting with the final carriage.
"I'm going to fucking kill them," Sirius growled.
"No," Remus smirked. "We'll make sure James knows how a nice set of aching balls feels."'