LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #28 [Remus/Sirius, R] Title:Scentillation (Revisited) #28: Roadhouse Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: R Kink(s): Kissing Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 540 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: Truck stop sleaze. Weedy dandelion and hops with a whiff of tobacco and hemp and a swirl of booziness.
Scentillation(Revisited) #28: Roadhouse
“Oh fuck, Sirius- you've got to be joking.”
“Not joking, Moony. C'mon.” Sirius tugged at the waistband of Remus' trousers, pulling Remus closer to him. Remus moved forward mostly out of reflex, stepping closer to Sirius who was leaning against the wall of the loo. The distinctly filthy wall of the equally filthy loo.
“And what- let anyone who has to take a piss see us with our trousers around our ankles? We'll get thrown out or arrested.”
“Or complimented.”
“Pardon?” Remus stared at him.
“You've a very fine arse, Remus Lupin, and I'm sure anyone, including any bloke in this pub, who had the opportunity to see such a fine specimen of arsely glory would consider themselves dually honoured for it.”
“You're completely mental, Padfoot.”
But rather than argue the point, Sirius shrugged then rocked his hips forward, nudging his cock against Remus' flies.
“You're also completely hard.”
“Very good, Mr Lupin. Fifty points to Gryffindor for that astute observation of my erectal state.”
Remus' brows furrowed, “I don't think that's a word....”
“Moony?”
“Mmm?”
“Shut it.”
Taking advantage of Remus' momentary wolf-in-the-wand-light look, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus' mouth, immediately parting his lips and licking over Remus' lower lip. He slid his tongue inside when Remus opened his mouth with a quiet moan, tasting the smokiness of the whisky he'd been drinking earlier while Sirius had a few foamy headed pints. He let the hand not on Remus' waist travel back to cup his arse, squeezing it lightly. His lips quirked when Remus' hips pushed forward away from the touch and right against the ridge of Sirius' erection.
The second moan was accompanied by a noticeable twitch of Remus' cock, and Sirius curled his tongue around Remus', enticing it into action, retreating then advancing then retreating again so that Remus' tongue chased his into his mouth. Sirius suckled softly on the pushing heat of it, flickering his own along the underside of it. He stroked his hand up Remus' stomach and chest so he could curl his fingers over the back of of his neck, thumb brushing the short, soft hair there slowly. He smirked rather noticeably against Remus mouth' when he felt the shiver run through his body and gooseflesh rise up over the delicate skin of his neck.
Remus inclined his head slightly, changing the angle of the kiss, deepening it, and Sirius responded by tipping his head back to encourage him. But when Sirius groaned and tightened his hand on Remus' arse again, the tongue in his mouth pulled away and Remus ended the kiss without even a final lick and brush of lips.
“Moony....” Sirius murmured with a distinctly petulant tone as he tried to tug Remus back to him to continue the kiss, but Remus resisted.
“C'mon, Padfoot. We're going home.”
“Home? Why? I thought we were doing just fine here.”
“We were but now we're leaving, because I'm going to fuck you.”
A slow grin stretched across Sirius' face. “You can fuck me here, Moony.”
Remus shook his head, “I could but I won't. My arsely glory isn't meant for anyone but you.”
Sirius grinned and practically dragged Remus and his arsely glory out of the pub.
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