LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #30 [Remus/Sirius, R] Title:Scentillation (Revisited): Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: PG-13 Kink(s): Food Smut, Oral Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 545 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: The essence of innocence shattered: glittering Egyptian amber and heliotrope, infused with the sweetness of strawberry and vanilla - dragged into debauch by lusty red musk and a dribble of black cherry.
Scentillation(Revisited) #30: Hollywood Babylon
Sirius was sitting shirtless on the kitchen counter, a carton of vanilla ice cream to one side of his denim-clad hips and a faintly steaming pan of fruit compote to the other. Remus could smell the warm syrup in the air: an intoxicating mix of red berries, deep and rich but with a slight sharpness to it. Sirius didn't cook often, but when he did it was with exquisite care, as if defying his posh pureblood heritage with every stir of a spoon and every carefully added ingredient.
“Evening, Sir. Welcome to Chez Lupin-Black. May I take your coat? Or your trousers?” Sirius smirked at Remus, giving him a thorough once-over... twice.
“That depends. Are you playing waiter tonight? Or coat-check attendant?” Remus grinned back at him as he laid his book onto the dining room table.
Sirius lifted a spoon out of the vanilla ice cream and licked the creaminess from it with slow strokes of a deft pink tongue. His movements were obviously designed to make Remus think about just how they felt on his cock, the warmth of it as it slid under his foreskin, teasing it back from the sensitive head. They clearly worked because Remus was doing more than thinking about it. He was wanting it.
“Neither. Guess again.”
“Pastry chef?” Unbuttoning his shirt, Remus walked forward to him, pausing only a foot or so away from him. He was close enough to see the shapes of the sliced fruit swimming in a succulent crimson liquid: the round cherries brushing their plump bodies against the heart-shaped strawberries. He took a deep breath, able to taste the brandy Sirius had generously soaked them in.
“Do you see pastries, Sir? Or cream puffs?” Sirius stirred the fruit slowly, letting it cool a bit more so it began to thicken.
“I could take advantage of that particular dessert but I won't.”
“Sir is very kind. And knows better than to insult he who has both frozen and steaming food that he could easily dump over Sir's head.” Sirius grinned, grey eyes sparkling. “But Sir is still wrong.”
Remus placed his hand on Sirius' knee, stroking it slowly, lightly tracing the round joint. “Am I? Do you plan on correcting me then? Or is this guessing game supposed to continue indefinitely.”
“Yes. Yes. And no. The ice cream would melt in the carton and ruin your pudding.”
“And the pudding is you?” Remus glanced curiously at him.
“In a manner of speaking. Though I certainly did not cook this to merely be looked at. Food is an art form that is to be admired with all your senses, not just sight.”
“If I didn't know better I'd think it was an art form that was to be admired in accompaniment to pontification.” It was Remus' turn to smirk.
But the smirk faded into aroused disbelief as Sirius lifted what Remus thought was a spoon out of the warm fruit compote. Despite the long handle, it was a wide brush, soaked in the berry syrup. He brought it to his own chest and drew a sticky pink line down between his nipples.
“For this evening's specialty pudding, Berries Jubilee a la Padfoot... I, Sir, am your plate.”
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