LMOM#22 - Silk
Title: Silk Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Kink(s): cross-dressing Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1549 Notes: gala_apples wanted sirius in makeup and stockings and remus walking in. voila :) erm, it's pretty much pwp - meh, might as well, no?
Remus is mid-way to Hogsmeade when he realises he has forgotten his wallet. It is understandable. He was worried about Sirius when they left. It was not everyday that Sirius felt unwell enough to stay away from a Hogsmeade weekend. Remus had been distracted and now he had to turn back.
He waves James and Peter on, not wanting to punish them for his own forgetfulness. Running back to Hogwarts, he realises he will have to change his schedule again. There is no way he will have time to visit Honeydukes, not now. His trip to Dervish and Banges to buy Sirius' birthday present if far more important, and James and Peter won't let him skip out on a few rounds at The Three Broomsticks for the sake of a proper chocolate-based spending spree.
He is so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn't realise Sirius is awake until he sees a flash of light from his bed. He drops his wallet into his pocket and turns away from his chest, stopping short at the sight that meets him.
It's not that Sirius has managed to set something on fire. It was impossible to share a dorm with Sirius Black and not realise that he was a budding pyromaniac.
It was Sirius himself.
Sirius was- Sirius was- Sirius was wearing make-up, for one thing. His lips were painted bright red, his eyelashes long and thick with mascara, his eyelids dark. His cheeks were painted with rouge, although it was difficult to see when Sirius himself was flushed crimson.
Sirius finally managed to put the fire out by throwing a glass of water over it. Remus looked down to see a damp, half-burned Maybelline box settled between Sirius' legs.
Sirius' stockinged legs.
Remus swallowed, sweeping his gaze across Sirius' whole body. His dark stockings, his red knickers, his dark basque, his wide, terrified eyes.
"Don't-," Sirius swallows.
"I won't," Remus says, stepping forward. His eyes are mesmerised by Sirius' legs, newly hairless and encased in fine, dark material. They shift awkwardly as Sirius fidgets, nervous.
"Moony," Sirius breathes.
Remus reaches forward, brushing his hand along Sirius' calf. The stockings are silk, soft and cool against his fingers. He traces the back seam, from Sirius' ankles to the back of his knee. Sirius squirms, ticklish, under his ministrations.
"Moony," Sirius breathes again, his cheeks are flushed, visible even under his rouge. He reaches forward, placing his hand on Remus' shoulder. Remus stops, looking up into his eyes.
Sirius eyes' look wider, surrounded by mascaraed lashes and thick lines of black kohl. The dark eyeshadow makes them look impossibly pale. Sirius blinks before he averts his gaze.
"Can I?" Remus asks.
Sirius nods, swallowing. His throat looks out of place, masculine between the lace trim of his basque and the painted perfection of his face. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling. His painted lips work between a pout and a smile.
Remus' hand traces further up, the silk continues, the texture soft over the powerful muscles of Sirius' thigh. He strokes along the inside, fingers finally touching skin only inches away from Sirius' cock.
Sirius whimpers. Remus teases the skin there, traces the lace hem, over the rough garters. His fingers walk a path around his thigh, Sirius swallows, his muscles twitch under Remus' touch, he lets out a small moan.
Remus leans forward and Sirius kisses him. His lips are waxy with lipstick. Remus can taste it when he presses his tongue against Sirius' lower lip. Sirius kisses back, his arms strong against Remus' sides, his hands large and callused against Remus' cheeks, his leg soft under Remus' hand.
Remus raises his hand, presses it against the cool fabric of Sirius' knickers. Sirius' cock is hard and hot, pressing against his hand. Sirius bucks towards him, brushing the material against Remus' curved fingers.
"Oh!" Sirius moans into his mouth, hands gripping tightly, fingers twisted in Remus' hair, around his ears. "Fuck!"
Remus brushes his fingers across his cock once more before he traces his fingers up.
There is a patch of bare skin between the knickers and the start of his basque. Remus brushes his fingers across it, feeling Sirius' shudder. He teases the line of dark hairs, wiry and out of place against the soft silk and fine chiffon. Sirius' hips buck towards him once more and Remus pushes his hips against them. He feels only the pressure through the thick denim of his jeans. He growls in frustration.
Sirius ' hands are there before his own. The unzip his fly in one quick movement, pushing at the waistband until they fall from his hips. Remus groans into his mouth as Sirius' hand presses against his cock, cups him through the cotton of his own underwear.
Remus leans forward, pressing Sirius back against the bed. He pulls their lips apart, licking the taste of Sirius' lipstick from his own. Sirius gasps at the ceiling, his lips smudged with red.
Remus sits back, watching as he strokes the subtle lines of Sirius' chest, shadow exaggerated by the bunching and stretching of dark chiffon.
He brushes a line from the dip of Sirius' navel to the hollow over his sternum. Sirius arches into his touch, panting. Remus leans down, breathing over the trail his fingers have made.
Sirius pushes their cocks together, silk and cotton sliding against each other. His hands reach down, fisting in the material of his knickers. Remus leans back again, smiling at his handiwork.
He trails a hand across Sirius' finger again, delighting in Sirius' shiver. He brushes it over one nipple, separated only by the fine material. Sirius leans into his touch, neck arched, head thrown back against the pillow.
Remus teases him, keeping his touch feathery and teasing, pulling away when Sirius pushes them together. His other hand echoes the movement on the other side.
Sirius whimpers, biting down on his scarlet lips, dark lashes closed. His hands press against his cock through the silk, brushing the material over the leaking head.
Remus presses his fingers harder, squeezing through the fabric until Sirius gives a small squeak of alarm. Their hips buck towards each other. Remus gasps, biting down on his own lip.
He takes Sirius hand in his, drawing it away from his cock. Sirius whimpers, opening his eyes. They're slightly wet. His expression is one of desperation.
"Please," he whispers.
Remus nods. He rests his hand over Sirius' cock, pressing against it with the heel of his hand. Sirius shudders, his lips parted as he gasps for breath.
Remus curls his hand, wrapping his fingers snuggly around Sirius' cock through the material. He moves his hand in a slow rhythm, uses his thumb to brush across the head of Sirius' cock. The silk is damp there, the red material stained deeper. He presses his other hand against Sirius' hip, over the small strip of pale skin between knickers and basque. He brushes it with his fingers in time with his strokes.
Sirius pants, grits his teeth, thrusts upwards towards Remus in a desperate bid to increase the pressure and tempo. Remus remains stroking steadily, brushing the tip tenderly and squeezing the base.
Sirius squeezes his eyes closed, moaning deeply. He comes with a final thrust of his hips, falling, boneless, against the bed. The wet mark on his knickers spread further, he shifts uncomfortably.
Remus looks down at him, at the smeared lipstick, the smudged kohl around his wet eyes, the thin chiffon over hard, reddened nipples, the black against pale skin. He pushes down his own pants, wrapping his hand around his own cock. He is impossibly hard. He squeezes his cock, moving quickly and desperately. He closes his eyes, his chest heaving as he brings himself closer to relief.
The feel of wet lips against his cock is a surprise. Sirius sucks on the wet tip, his hands brushing Remus' aside. He holds Remus' hips steady with large, solid hands. He licks the underside of Remus' cock, a single, wet line, before he takes him into his mouth.
He sucks, moving his mouth along the length, wrapping one hand around the base where his lips do not reach. He tongue is heavy against the underside, his lips wet and soft. He sucks hard at the tip, teasing the skin.
Remus comes quickly, his hands squeezed into fists. Sirius chokes around him, pulling back with a startled expression. Come drips down his chin, pale against the redness smeared there.
He smiles hesitantly and Remus smiles back. He lets his fingers play against the silk stocking on Sirius' thigh once more before giving a weary sigh.
"I have to get going," he says, feeling like a bastard for saying it, even if it is true. Sirius' face falls. His eyes look sad, surrounded by smudged kohl. Remus leans forward and presses a quick kiss to his lips, nervous and impulsive. He tastes the bitterness of his own come there, startling and bitter.
"I-," he says, pulling his jeans back up clumsily, "I won't tell anyone if you don't-," he blushes, "you- you look really-!"
He turns on his heel and runs, feeling as if his cheeks are on fire. Sirius stares after him, still sprawled shamelessly across the sheets, and smiles again.