LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #22 [Remus/Sirius, R] Title:Scentillation (Revisited) #22: Forbidden Fruit Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: R Kink(s): fingersucking, first times Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 640 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. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries. Today's Scent Description/Summary: As light and innocent as your first time should have been. The fresh scent of lotus hidden behind lightly scented flowers, amber, and citrus.
Scentillation(Revisited) #22: Forbidden Fruit
Remus' hand glided over Sirius' skin, marveling at how smooth and pale it was. Though he and James were never adverse to being shirtless or completely starkers at a moment's notice, all the moments of late had been freezing- literally. The soft fall of snow that blanketed the school grounds was still for a change, no longer tossed about in a frenzy by winds determined to cut through even the thickest of cloaks and the strongest of warming charms.
But they were safely tucked in their dormitory today. The heat of a crackling fire brought the temperature up to a very comfortable warmth that allowed both Remus and Sirius to slowly divest one another of their clothes with only the ice and snow outside the window reminding them that it was the middle of January.
Sirius' skin radiated warmth that was more intimate, more gentle than the flame and snap of the fire. There was peace in the scent of him, like the smell of baking of orange ginger scones on the early mornings of winter hols- the wafting of warm spices, the sharper freshness of citrus, and the promise of something nearly there to be savored and enjoyed.
And savour Remus did. Every inch of smooth skin, every quiver of muscle, every stretch of tendon. His lips swept down the column of Sirius' throat, following the line of clavicle to the strong curve of shoulder. They lingered over the delicate flesh at the inside of his elbows and drew each finger in turn into his mouth. His tongue traced between them, followed the line of ribs, circled the hollows on either side of his hip bones. He mouthed the soft rounds of his balls, teased the small ripple of foreskin, stroke the straining hardness of his shaft until Sirius was writhing on the bed, whimpering in need.
So long he'd waited to do this. So long he'd wanted to do this. With Sirius. To see him stretched out on a bed, stripped of clothes and stripped of inhibitions. To taste him and touch him, slow and unhurried. No worries that they would be found or interrupted. It had taken only a few days of scheduling and a few promises of access to the prefects' bath and one bottle of firewhisky he'd bartered from Madam Rosmerta. And now the dormitory was theirs, just his and Sirius', one bed enlarged and moved between the large window and the fireplace.
Remus learned where the gentle touches would make Sirius tremble, where the sharp catches of his teeth would make him arch up, where the press of his fingers inside his arse would make his cock jerk and leak against his stomach. He knew already how to stretch the tight pucker slow and deliberately, gradually opening it to take a third finger, but next was his cock, wider and longer than fingers together. He watched Sirius' face when he lined it up and began easing it in, paused when he grimaced in pain, waited for his body to relax long after his words promised he was ready for more.
Slowly, slowly he pressed in again, easing his way in, patient as he could be, until he thought his head might explode from the tight squeeze around him. A murmur of encouragement had Sirius' hand stroking his own cock quickly as Remus rocked his hips gently, as controlled as he could manage, but the heat was so intense, brighter than the blue-white flames flickering behind them, then it was flickering inside him, inside them, until it was all they were: two burning flames mixing and melding together, hot and united and one in sparking climax.
They lay together afterward, marveling and touching as the heat of their bodies steamed the windows, obscuring the last reminder of ice and cold.
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