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LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #15 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #15: Stardust
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): drug use, nipple piercings, exhibitionism, public sex, cockgagging, breathplay, fainting, snowballing, d/s, dirty talk, glitter, and eyeliner.
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1515
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. And lyrics to Bowie. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: When the holidays roll around, not everyone has mistletoe, caroling and cookies on their minds. This scent is a paean to celebrating hard: nights covered in glitter and dusted with cocaine, flutes of Cristal clutched in shaky hands, leather and lace, the Spiders From Mars in the background, and twisting, sweaty limbs entangled in dark corners. Hairspray and cigarette smoke is the incense in this temple to decadence, strobe and mirrors replace the devotional candles, and Bolan sings the hymns. This scent is for everyone that has every drifted off into Quaalude-induced reverie to the beat of a tribal 4-on-the-floor: the sound of Mott the Hoople, Sweet, Slade or the Dolls. This scent reflects the futurism, self-indulgence and excess of the Glitter 70's: champagne, hyacinth, tuberose, ylang ylang and flashing white musk with jonquil, tobacco flower, white sandalwood and a pale poppy.
Scentillation(Revisited) #15: Stardust
Remus unfastens his belt, drawing the black lenght out of the loops with a soft whisper of leather on leather. The simple buckle flashes in the pulse of the lights around them and he bends down to Sirius who is lounging back on a generous pile of oversized pillows and mismatched rugs. Sirius meets Remus' gaze, steady grey on brown, and he lifts his arm up from the pillows. Remus wraps the belt around Sirius' glittering bicep, then pulls it tight. He gives the free end of it to Sirius to hold as he pulls out a syringe and a bottle from the narrow container he had in an elongated pocket on his thigh. He removes the protective cover from the needle then pushes it through the rubbery cover on the unmarked glass bottle. Drawing back the small plunger, he fills the syringe with the silver liquid that seems flecked with green-gold. He sets the bottle back down and expels the air from the syringe, a necessary waste of a few precious drops.
Sirius tugs the belt even tighter around his arm, until it dents the flesh, making the stretching blue veins rise up more visibly, more accessibly in the inside of his elbow. At his nod, Remus deftly jabs the needle smoothly into one of them, depressing the plunger until almost two-thirds of the drug is forced into Sirius' system. Sirius shudders, releasing the belt with a moan. Remus pulls the needle out, and Sirius' arm bends back automatically. Stretching out his own arm, it take Remus a moment to spy the proper mark then he injects the rest of the liquid into his own bloodstream. Quickly he returns the bottle and syringe to their case and that to his pocket before the hot ripple of it spreads through him.
Sirius is arching up on the pillows, his bare chest coated in silver glitter, rings shining in a stark gold against the darker circles of his nipples. The rings seem to grow even more noticeable, the brilliant gold pulsing softly with every beat of Remus' heart. Remus reaches down to pull at them both, tugging until Sirius is gasping, writhing below him. The sound of the other men in the club fades out as Sirius' breathy cries swirl around him like a rushing tornado of need. Remus turns the rings lightly between thumbs and forefingers, twisting Sirius' nipples as he watches him. His chin tips up with a cry, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat, a thin collar of leather wrapped tightly around it, its silver fastenings glinting and sparkling in vivid flashes that seemed more real, more vibrant than the brightest burst of spell-light.
He knows Sirius is hard. He doesn't have to see anything more than that half-hooded gaze that is watching, pleading, begging him for more. Remus releases his hold on the nipple rings and straightens upright again, his knees pressing into a pillow in a particularly lurid shade of pink. He unfastens his flies, the zip somehow becoming difficult to manage, but the rasp of metal parting away from metal makes his cock throb with heat. It's so close, so tightly covered by warm softness, and Remus has to peel the leather away from his skin to expose his cock. He curls his hand around its girth, long fingers barely touching his thumb, and strokes it. They both watch as his hand slides up the shaft, foreskin pushed up over the flushed head of his cock then drawn back down once more. It's a fascinating, intoxicating gesture, a rise and fall of demand.
Remus isn't sure who moans, whether it's him or Sirius or any of the others in this place. Maybe it's voiced in the music that makes the floor beneath them tremble with bass. But he doesn't care, Sirius is moving for him now, like a great black cat, a sleek predator stalking forward in sinuous grace. Remus angles his cock out to Sirius' mouth and he licks his lips slowly, wetting them as he nears it. Sirius stretches down before him, on his muscled stomach, chest propped up on yet another pillow- this one ivory or silver, or perhaps both swirling together. That beautiful arse is right in Remus' sight, encased in leather that reveals more than it covers.
One swipe of his tongue over Remus' cock then he locks his arms behind his back, holding onto his wrists tightly to emphasize the muscles in his arms and shoulders, the slimness of wrists and the willingness to be controlled. He takes Remus into his mouth, sucking tightly and Remus can feel it all the way in his smallest toes, that sucking, pulling heat washing through him. He moves the hand on his cock into Sirius' hair, twisting fingers through silky black locks until his palm is flush against Sirus' skull. Hips rocking he pushes farther into Sirius' mouth, feeling him stretch his jaw open to accommodate the length of him. He pulls back then thrusts in hard at the same time he forces Sirius' head down, and the thrill that comes at the wet sound of Sirius' gagging, at the feel of his throat convulsing elicits a hungry growl from Remus.
Again he draws back and again he slams forward, shoving as hard as he can into Sirius' throat. Sirius' whole body jerks at the next thrust and Remus holds his head down, Sirius' nose pressed to his stomach, his chin against his balls. Sirius stills, tongue cradling Remus' cock, but his body starts to fight the fullness of throat, the lack of oxygen to his brain. Twisting and jerking, Sirius struggles against Remus' hand, but Remus doesn't move it, doesn't let him pull back, doesn't let him stop or escape or breathe. The fight of it all, the way instinct takes over Sirius, make Remus throb harder, make his cock ache more and his lips curl back in savage triumph. He can control the very breath of a body, can withstand the straining need of muscles, can hold Sirius' life caught between hand and cock.
Sirius' right hand beats out a rapid rhythm on Remus' thigh, the arranged indication that it was too much for Sirius- that he had to breathe or risk losing consciousness entirely. But Remus doesn't budge, doesn't consent to the interruption to the flood of power washing through him. Sirius hits him harder, struggling in earnest now, tongue thrusting as his hands do- as if that weak collection of muscle could win this. Remus only adds his other hand to the back of Sirius' head as Sirius kicks frantically, sending pillows flying into the wall. But he iws weakening, hands losing their strength, head starting to weigh heavily against Remus' cock and then he is gone, body dropping limp and head sagging so that his lips reach the very base of Remus' cock. That was all it takes and Remus spurted his come deep into Sirius' throat in one blinding rush of arching, burning intensity.
A moment later. he drags Sirius' head up and rolls him to his back with a sharp push that's hard enough to make Sirius' body jolt again. Remus shoves his hand into Sirius' trousers to grab his cock and presses his mouth to Sirius' and forces a full breath of air into his lungs. Sirius spasms, gagging around the thickness of come, forcing it and mouthful of saliva into Remus' waiting mouth, before he is driven straight into orgasm by the rapid stroke of Remus' clever fingers. His throat is too raw, his breath too weak for him to make any sound as he comes over Remus' fingers.
Remus stretches along him, drawing his fingers out of Sirius' trousers and brushes them over Sirius' parted lips, wiping his fingers off on them. He watches Sirius' tongue dart out to taste his own come then Remus is there, licking over his tongue and his lips; the heady taste of them both in Sirius' mouth makes his head spin. It must make Sirius' spin too because he's moaning and writhing wantonly on the floor, against Remus' body. Breaking the kiss, Remus looks down at Sirius' face and returns the faint smile there, then slips his fingers softly into Sirius' mouth. Sirius suckles them gently as one of his hands reaches down for Remus' spent cock, caressing it with obvious intent.
“You fucking greedy cocksucker,” Remus murmurs to him, his words sounding sluggish even to his own ears.
But Sirius understands them and his smile slowly grows wicked.
“Want me to fuck your arse here, don't you? Want everyone else to see how you'll cry and beg to get a nice cock shoved up your hole?”
Sirius gives his cock a squeeze in agreement and Remus smirks then murmurs along with the song filling the mirrored room, “Well come on, if you think we're gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself.”
And covered in silver glitter and smeared black eyeliner, Sirius does.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to red_squared for this one once again!