hpsauce (hpsauce) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-31 22:48:00 |
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LMOM#31 - Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Author: hpsauce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/James/Peter, Remus/Sirius/James, Remus/Lily/Alice and Remus/Lily/Alice/Frank (side of Sirius/James, Lily/Alice and the regular pairings of Lily/James, Alice/Frank and Remus/Sirius) *phew*
Kink(s): Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Femmeslash, Group Sex, Nipple Play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism - (Het & Slash)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 5128
Notes: Day 31! I made it!
As a farewell fic to the month of May I wanted to write the Remus/Sirius/James/Peter/Lily/Alice/Fran
Thanks to everyone who reviewed my fics this month and to gala_apples for giving me a prompt for everyday - and writing me fab fic in return.
It's been amazing...I didn't know it was possible to write this much porn without keeling over :D
Remus stumbles up the steps and leans heavily upon the front door for a few moments. He breathes deeply, his breath condensing into a white cloud in front of his lips. He raises his hand and knocks feebly at the door.
"Who is it?" James' voice asks. Remus is surprised to hear him there. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to stand upright. He looks straight at the wooden door, the familiar gargoyle-face staring out at him.
"Remus Lupin," he says.
There is silence on the other side. Remus shifts from side to side, waiting for the question. There is muttering, he recognises the voices of Sirius and Peter. He rolls his eyes.
"Ask the question," he mutters sullenly. He is tired and he wants nothing more than a long bath and possibly the chance to become reacquainted with his nearest and dearest.
"What-," Sirius' voice stutters, uncharacteristically quiet, "What's your favourite book?"
Ah. That one. Remus supposes it might seem a simple question for security, but Sirius knows he's less likely to admit the answer to that question to Death Eaters than any other. He wishes he had chosen something less humiliating.
He leans forward and hisses the answer through the door.
"Really?" James cries at the same time as Sirius shouts "Moony!"
The door flies open and Remus is almost thrown down the stairs by the force of Sirius Black crashing into his chest. His breath is driven from his lungs and he can do nothing but gasp for breath and try to convince Sirius to release the extremely tight hold he has around his ribs.
"Remus?" Lily asks and Remus looks up in surprise, seeing her hovering by the door. Her face is pale, as if she has seen a ghost. She looks pointedly at James who grabs Sirius' shoulder hard.
Sirius finally steps back. His face is flushed and he rubs frantically at his cheeks. Remus isn't quite sure what to make of his theatrics. Normally, the best he can wish for when returning from a mission is a cup of tea - and then only if he's injured badly enough to be confined to the sofa.
Sirius and James pull him into the house and slam the door shut. The hall is crowded. Remus leans back against the door, taking everyone in.
Frank and Alice Longbottom sitting on the edge of the stairs, both smiling widely enough that it looks as if their faces might split in two - Peter hovering in the doorway of the kitchen, clinging to the frame as if he might faint - Lily moving to hold on to James' arm, face pale - James himself looking as if he might cry - Sirius looking so lost and confused, hovering by his side.
"What on Earth is going on here?" Remus finally asks.
Sirius once again moves to cling to him but his pushed out of the way by James. James' arms are strong, holding Remus securely to his chest. His face is buried in Remus' hair, his breath coming in odd snuffles that might be sobs and might be him sniffing Remus. His hands run along Remus' back, feeling the knobs of his spine and the lines of his ribs as if needing reassurance that Remus was still solid.
"We hadn't heard anything for a week," Alice said, leaning her head against Frank's shoulder. Her eyes are huge and wet. Frank's arm slides around her waist. He looks momentarily heartbroken before the smile re-appears.
"There aren't floos in the middle of the woods," Remus mutters grumpily. Any further grumbling, however, is cut off by the press of James' lips to his own.
Remus' hands stiffen on James' shoulders in surprise. James' hands are still on his back, dusting across the dip of his spine, soothing and comforting.
His lips are slightly dry. He kisses harshly, pressing their faces together until his glasses dig painfully into Remus' cheek. His stubble is rough against Remus' skin. He tangles his hands in Remus' hair as he opens his lips. His mouth is hot and demanding. He sucks on Remus' hesitant tongue, forcing it further into his mouth.
They pull apart and Remus feels dizzy with arousal and confusion. James' hips are pressed against his and he can feel the harness of James' cock pressed against his own. He shudders with want, his mouth dry.
"Wha-?" is all he can form with his tingling lips.
"Thought you were dead," James mutters, his eyes glittering oddly behind his glasses. His hands are still tangled in Remus' hair but his grip loosens, his fingers teasing Remus' scalp. It sends odd sensations straight to Remus' cock. He whimpers. "We thought- Moony, you idiot."
James kisses him again, lips desperate and harsh. His teeth are sharp, catching on Remus' lips and hitting his own. Remus reaches a hand up, resting it on James' cheek, trying his best to guide him.
James pulls away again and Remus finally comes back to the present. Lily is going to kill him. It wasn't enough that he was snogging her husband, he was doing it in front of her, in front of everybody.
Lily is settled on the stairs, next to Alice. Her cheeks are flushed but she doesn't look angry. In fact, the hand squeezing Alice's thigh suggests a different emotion altogether.
"I-," Remus mutters, feeling too hot, his cheeks feel as if they were on fire. James brushes his fingers against them and then smiles, rolling his hips. His cock grazes Remus' own and Remus moans, throwing his head back.
Peter settles behind him. Remus does not need to look to know it is Peter. His body is soft, his hands hesitant as they rest on Remus' hips. Remus leans back against him, closing his eyes as James presses them all closer together. Peter's cock brushes against his arse and Remus leans his head back on Peter's shoulder, whimpering at the brush of James' hip against his own cock.
"I-," Remus gasps, trying his best to straighten up, to think logically about all of this. This cannot go further. Lily and Alice and Frank are watching, Sirius is watching. This is all too bizarre and too immoral to be allowed. "I-."
James' hand slides under his shirt, grazing across his nipple and Remus' argument becomes a mumbled gasp against Peter's throat. Peter's hands slide around his sides, teasing the skin of his stomach, exposing it to the cool air of the hallway. Remus squeezes his eyes shut.
His shirt is soon removed and he shivers, cold air forcing his skin to goosebump. Peter removes his own sweater. His chest is soft and hot against Remus' chilled flesh. Remus leans into it, brushing his lips against Peter's throat.
"Hey," James mutters, grabbing the front of Remus' jeans and tugging him forward, bringing his attention back to James' smirk. James' ego has always been fragile. Remus knows it is in his best interests to pay attention to him.
James pulls his own sweater over his head, his glasses disappearing in the tangle of fabric. His skin is tanned despite the winter weather, taut over muscles born of hours of training and dangerous missions. There is a scar stretching across his chest and Remus reaches out, tracing over it. James shivers.
He steps forward, kissing Remus once more. His hands brush the sides of Remus' face, cupping his jaw securely. His kisses are lighter now, no longer desperate, now just loving. His cheeks are still rough and Remus reaches up to steady him, his skin burning where stubble has scraped his cheeks.
Peter's hands are teasing, plump and soft-fingered, they trace the line of Remus' chest, pressed between James' and Remus' body. He teases the light hair on Remus' sternum, traces lower, over the concave curve of his stomach, across the sharp angles of his hips. One tangles in the thickening hair above the waistband of Remus' too-large jeans, the other brushing lower, pressing against his cock. Remus arches into the touch, lips dragged from James' as he presses back against Peter's body.
"Guh," he moans and Peter laughs, freer than he has been since school. Remus shudders with each brush of his hand until he knees feel weak and James' hands settle on his hips.
He slides down, settling between Remus' feet. Peter's fingers make quick work of his fly, pushing denim and then cotton away from Remus' thighs. James works with him, dragging his jeans and briefs down to puddle at Remus' ankles.
James' fingers brush against Remus' cock, slow and nervous. Remus knows that James hasn't done this before. He knows he should tell James that he doesn't have to, but his insistence is lost as James' touch becomes more confident, emerging as only a low gurgle.
Peter's hands stroke his hips, lingering over the sharp bones there before they trace back, resting on his back above his buttocks. His hands are warm but quaking, unsure. Remus stiffens for a moment as they snake down, brushing between the cheeks of his arse, before he presses back against Peter.
The first finger is dry and shocking. Only James' hand squeezing tightly around his cock stops him from whimpering. Instead he gasps.
"For Merlin's sake," Sirius mutters to one side and Remus turns to him. Sirius has his wand drawn and Remus' muscles become taut at the sight of it. He stiffens all over.
Sirius sighs and shuffles forward. He presses his forehead against Remus' for a second, breathing slowly, hot against Remus' cheek. Remus looks into his eyes, focuses on Sirius' soft fingers on his shoulders and relaxes.
Sirius disappears for a second and then presses a kiss to Remus' cheek. Remus turns his head, pressing their lips together.
James' touch returns, pulling at his cock with rough but teasing motions. Peter's second finger is slick and Remus moans as it presses into him, curling inside him. His lips are still pressed against Sirius', the sound muffled.
The third finger makes his hips jerk, his body quiver. Sirius' hand reaches out and settles on his shoulder, stroking softly and calmly. His kiss is slow and teasing, withdrawing each time Remus seeks to deepen it. James' hand pulls again at Remus' cock, hand fisted around him, and Remus moans loudly, curling his fingers in Sirius' hair and dragging his head closer.
Peter's cock is thick and blunt. Remus shakes, almost pitching forward onto James.
James' hand teases his cock at the same time, making Remus' legs quiver. Sirius is solid at his side, hands soothing on Remus' shoulder, lips pressed gently to his own. The chaste kiss an odd distraction from the rougher sensations of James' callused hands and Peter's cock.
Peter presses in entirely, stilling when he is sheathed inside Remus. Remus breathes heavily, full. Sirius' lips brush against his own, teasing. James' hand brushes along his length again as Peter pulls out before thrusting back in, causing Remus to groan against Sirius' lips.
James' hands move slowly still, gaining speed as Peter's thrusts become shallower. His hold is firm and pleasant, each pull causing Remus to buck forward, pressing his chest back against Peter's soft body.
Peter pants heavily against Remus' neck, breath coming in high, squeaking gasps. His hands grip Remus' hips, soft fingers digging into his skin, bruising in the intensity of the pressure.
His hips jerk in ever-shallower thrusts and James' hand squeezes down tightly and Remus whimpers into Sirius' mouth as he comes, body tightening and shuddering.
Peter thrusts twice more, hands digging into the tender skin of Remus' hips. He comes with a series of squeaking gasps, sounding almost like a laugh. His skin is sweaty and sticky as Remus leans back against him, kissing the underside of his chin once more.
Sirius moves across to James, helping him back to his feet. James is filthy, face and hands and messy hair speckled with Remus' come. Sirius leans forward, sweeping some from James' cheek and slipping his finger into his mouth.
Remus tries to focus on them but as soon as Peter moves away his legs buckle and it is only because of Lily's quick reflexes that he doesn't hit his head against the banister.
Her hands cradle his face as she leans forward, touching their noses together. Her eyes are obscenely green, even this close up where they blurred together. She kissed him.
Her lips were insanely soft and slightly waxy with lipstick. She is compliant, opening her mouth to accept him when he deepens the kiss. Her hair is silky in his hands, long and soft between his fingers. He kisses her desperately as she cling to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close.
He hears the sound of others kissing but he thinks nothing of it. He cups Lily's jaw in his hands, her skin soft and hairless, pleasant after the roughness of James' stubble. Her lashes are long, tickling his cheek as they press their races together. She leans forward, sending them sprawling across the carpeted floor. Remus looks up, surprised to see Sirius and James locked in an embrace, lips pressed together. Lily just smiles before leaning forward again.
Her lips brush against his and it is she that takes the lead. Her teeth are blunt, they scrape teasingly against his lip as she throws one legs of his hips. Soft cotton brushes against cock, already hardening again. Her hand snakes down and there is an odd breeze as she moves her skirts.
Cotton is replaced with damp silk and he whimpers, lifting his head to kiss her more desperately. She presses down on his shoulders, forcing him to lie still as she rubs against his cock. He shudders against her, reaching up to press her hips more tightly against his own. His cock presses against damp silk again and she moans against his lips, pulling away.
Alice suddenly hovers over him, smile secretive. She looks up at Lily and Remus remembers this, this odd conversation women can have with just a glance. He is taken back to school, when Sirius and James and Peter had spent months trying to work out how women just knew things.
His thoughts are cut off as Lily sinks onto his cock, silk knickers discarded. He moans, eyes squeezed closed. She is slick and hot around his cock, her thighs soft against his hips, her body quivering around him.
Alice leans forward and kisses him, the angle odd as they kiss upside-down. Her lips are as soft as Lily's without the waxiness of make-up. Her hair is short and stubbly, but oddly soft, when Remus curls his fingers in it, moaning as Lily squeezes his cock with her cunt, thighs twitching against his hips.
Alice laughs against his lips, her hands sliding down his chest and brushing against his nipples. Lily's hands are pressed against his stomach, steadying herself as she rises and then slides once again onto his cock, heat and wetness and pleasure surrounding him as he moans against Alice's mouth.
Alice's finger are cold, forcing his nipples erect, sensitive to her touch. She brushes them softly before squeezing them between the pads of her fingers and thumbs, rolling them roughly, causing Remus to shudder and shout as Lily squeezes around his cock again.
His eyes are closed but he reaches up, committed to revenge or payment or whatever it is that drives him to slide his hands under Alice's top. She shivers at the touch of his cold hands.
Lily tightens around him again and he moans, arching up and thrusting his hips into her, trying to bury himself deeper.
Alice's breasts are covered in frilled lace. He recognises the bra he helped Frank pick out by touch. He feels along the lines of rough lace, feeling Alice shiver against his hands, sighing against his mouth.
Lily rides his cock, her thighs quivering against his sides, her hands pressing more firmly into him. He pushes his hips forward with each movement, burying himself in the slickness between her thighs. He brushes his hands over Alice's nipples, pressed hard against the fabric of his bra. He breathes into her mouth, sobbing as Lily tightens around him, her body quivering.
He comes with a strangled sob, his hands tightening around Alice's breasts, his hips shuddering against Lily's thighs. Lily leans forward, her cotton-covered breasts pressing against his chest. Alice's lips release his and he arches up, waiting for the press of Lily's lips.
Lily and Alice kiss, hands cupped against each other's cheeks. Remus stares up at them in surprise, watching as they press together. Lily climbs off of him, taking Alice into her arms and Remus pushes himself up, unable to take his eyes away.
"Fucking hell," Sirius mutters and for once Remus isn't annoyed by his foul mouth. Fucking hell might just sum up his own feelings about it. His cock, still slick, twitches against his thighs and he winces.
He feels exposed, sitting naked in a hall-way. He stands shakily, leaning on the banister, giving Frank his most charming smile.
Frank smiles back but there is something different about the look in his eyes, the way his lips quirk. He stands and Remus stumbles, turning to face him properly. Frank reaches out and steadies him.
His body is thick and strong, taller and broader than James or Sirius. Remus does not bother to fight back as Frank draws him closer. There would be no point.
Frank's lips are thick and clumsy. Remus is so shocked that Frank Longbottom (Frank Longbottom, possibly the straightest man in the world ever) is kissing him that he stands there, shocked still, as Frank holds him tightly and presses them together.
Remus opens his mouth when Frank bites at his lips. Frank's tongue is thick and heavy. His kiss is demanding, his large hands digging into Remus' arms as he presses his back against the banister. Remus' head hits the wood and he sees stars and Frank pulls away, looking apologetic.
Frank's hand brushes against his cheek. His smile is lopsided and kind. His other hand rests on Remus' hip, stroking the soft skin there. He ignored Remus' cock, hard and red, and instead leans forward and kisses him again.
This is gentler, thick lips brushing against his own and tongue only teasing. His body is heavy against Remus' own but does not push. His hand reaches between their bodies and his palm presses against Remus' cock. He mutters something against Remus' lips but Remus does not understand.
Frank stiffens slightly and Remus looks at him in confusion. Frank's eyes are wide and honest, his brows drawn together in confusion. He pulls Remus away from the banister, none-to-gently.
Alice steadies Remus, hands one his hips, fingers tangling in the thick hair around the base of his cock. Frank's body is solid against his back and he presses back against it as Alice falls to her knees, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock.
The press of Frank's cock burns, despite Remus still being slick from Peter. He leans back against him, resting his head on his thick chest. Frank pushes in roughly, hands gripping Remus' waist, just above where Alice's small hands rest. Alice's mouth lowers, taking more of Remus and sucking on him, making him moan.
Frank's cock brushes his prostate and Remus moans, jerking forward. Alice makes a short, choking noise before she pulls back, licking at the head of Remus' cock. Her eyes are closed in concentration. Remus squeezes his own eyes shut, held securely by Frank's body and hands.
Alice moans around his cock and Remus groans, leaning back as Frank thrusts deeply. The zip of Frank's jeans is sharp against Remus' buttocks but Remus hardly notices, pushing back against him with shuddering gasps.
Alice's mouth is warm, her tongue brushing against the underside of his cock. She moans against and he feels the sound through his cock, the vibrations tickle and tease. He whimpers. Frank tightens his hold, fingers harsh against Remus' skin.
Frank thrusts deeply, mouth breathing wetly on Remus' ear. Alice moans around his cock, hands digging into his thighs. Remus gasps with each suck, each thrust, seeing explosions of light behind his eyes, his skin sensitive to every touch. He twitches as Frank pushes into him again, tempo quicker but losing nothing of the depth of each thrust.
Remus moans and Alice moans and the sensation around his cock is intense and Frank's cock buries itself deep within him and Remus chokes as he comes. Frank's hands hold him steady as he continues to thrust. Alice pulls away. Remus opens his eyes.
Come dribbles down Alice's chin as she moans, leaning back against Lily's face, buried between her thighs. Her hands tighten in the carpet, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
Remus jerks with every movement of Frank's hips as the man continues to thrust into him. Remus' fingers press into his own thigh as he gasps at each sensation. Frank stills, his whole body shuddering, strong muscles trembling against Remus' back. He buries his face in Remus' neck, biting down as he comes, his scream loud even muffled against Remus' skin.
Alice comes with a sobbing moan, echoed by Sirius somewhere behind Remus. Remus' limbs feel boneless and floppy. He closes his eyes, leaning back against Frank's solid chest.
"I'm glad you're okay," Frank says, hesitant and embarrassed. His hand strokes over Remus' stomach, soothing his twitching muscles as he pulls out. He presses a kiss to Remus' temple. "We missed you."
Alice stands up, pulling her skirt back down to hide her slick thighs. She blushes crimson, coming forward to press a kiss to Remus' lips. He tastes himself, bitter and salty on her tongue. Her hands brush against his sides, soft and delicate and warm.
"Take care," she says softly, "we love you."
Frank pulls away and Remus sways for a second before finding his balance. Frank and Alice give him one last pair of matching, happy smiles before they disappear upstairs, holding hands.
Remus leans against the banister, eyes closed. He is beyond exhaustion. He gives a shuddering breath.
"Moony?"
It's Peter. Remus opens his eyes and gives him a grateful smile. Peter's kiss is nothing more than a touch of lips against his. He withdraws quickly, shifting from foot to foot.
"Be safe," he says, more of a garbled order than a blessing. His eyes are uncertain, something swimming below the surface of the grey-blue. He smiles awkwardly and then turns to the living room, towards the floo.
Lily is next, wrapping her arms around Remus' neck. It is like the hugs they have shared since they were third years - except he didn't used to be naked. Her hair is soft, fluffy, sweet-smelling against his face. Her lips press against his cheek, next to his ear.
"Never," she says, brittle and angry at the same time, but with kindness shining in her green eyes, "do that to me again."
Remus nods, shrinking back at the fire in her eyes. Her cheeks flush pink and she nods her head. She hurries up the stairs and Remus wonders absently what room she is headed to - before he shakes the thought from his head.
Sirius' hand touches his thigh and Remus looks up at him.
"No," he says, "I'm tired."
"What did I tell you, Prongs," Sirius says with a smirk, "he's an awful boyfriend."
Even said in jest, the words hurt. Sirius must see the flash in Remus' eyes because he leans forward, pressing their bodies together. He is warm and familiar against Remus' skin, even through his clothing. Remus leans towards him, but his cock doesn't twitch and his body still aches. He breathes in the scent of him - he smells like home.
"Can't do it," Remus mutters against Sirius' chest, "can't."
"I have a potion," Sirius says.
Remus moans, low and pained, leaning against Sirius, clinging to his jumper.
"You'll be the death of me," he mutters and Sirius stills. His body quakes and Remus is shocked to hear a sob escape his lips.
"Padfoot," he whispers, raising a hand and laying it on his boyfriends cheek. Sirius sighs, his eyes closed, dark lashes fanning across pale skin.
"I thought you were gone," Sirius says, "I need to- need to feel you."
Remus sighs and nods, lacing his fingers with Sirius' own. Sirius lowers them to the floor, moving them so that Remus is straddling his lap. He kisses him, tender and loving. His hands brush along the sides of Remus' face, through his greying hair, soothing and gentle.
He pushes in easily, his lips still pressed against Remus'. They gasp into each other's mouths, faces pressed together, eyes open. Remus shudders against him as Sirius' cock grazes his prostate, body shaking.
Sirius kisses him again and Remus tastes the potion too late. It rushes into his mouth and he swallows it, bitter and fruity and slightly fizzy on his tongue. He leans against Sirius, his cock stirring almost immediately, against all logic.
Sirius thrusts his hips up, shallow, slow thrusts that tease Remus, making his breath catch in his throat as soft gasps. Sirius' hand snakes around his back, pressing against the dip above his buttocks before he presses a finger in beside his cock.
Remus stiffens, pressing his head down onto Sirius' shoulder. He breathes heavily as Sirius moves the finger alongside his cock before adding a second. Remus whimpers softly, pressing his mouth against the bare skin between Sirius' neck and his collar. The third finger makes him shake, clinging to Sirius' shoulders as he moans.
"Alright, Moony?" Sirius asks and Remus nods hurriedly. He feels James settle behind him, the air warm between their bodies. James' hands settle on his waist, stoking softly. Sirius' fingers are withdrawn and James' cock presses upwards, the head of his cock replacing them.
Remus cries out, pressing his head against Sirius' shoulder. Tears burst free from the corner of his eyes unchecked. He squeezes down on Sirius' shoulder's, fingers turning Sirius' skin white under the pressure.
"Shh," Sirius mutters, his hands reaching up to stroke Remus' hair again. His hand trail down, tracing soothing circles over Remus' shoulders and back. Remus breathes through his nose, trying to control his breathing, trying to ignore the pain.
James pushes a little further in and Remus cries out again. The pain is immense and he can feel himself stiffening, tightening. His cock softens between his and Sirius' stomachs. His breath comes in sobs and Sirius' hands continue to soothe and he nods.
"More," he whispers and James keeps pushing, urged on by Remus' instruction, even as he cries out in pain and sobs and clings hard enough to Sirius' shoulders that he too cries out.
James gasps with each inch, the pleasure immense. His hand continue to brush against Remus' sides, trying to provide comfort, to let him know that he is there. Sheathed within him, surrounded by Remus' tight heat and Sirius' hard cock, he lets out a shuddering groan, pressing his head against the back of Remus' neck.
Remus gasps for breath, leaning his head against Sirius' shoulder. Sirius' hand sneaks between them, brushing against Remus' stomach in gentle, circular motions before he reaches down and takes Remus' soft cock in his hand. He strokes it softly, slowly, familiar with Remus enough to know when to squeeze and when to let his fingers touch as softly as dust.
Remus moans against Sirius' shoulder, his cock twitching in Sirius' hand. The pain of James and Sirius' cocks lessens, replaced only with a feeling of fullness. He shudders against Sirius' chest, feeling James' hot breath tickle the sweat-slick skin at the back of his neck.
James begins to move, groaning deeply. Sirius is spurred into action by the feel of James' cock pressed against his own. Remus whimpers at the unfamiliar sensation, the two cocks moving in jerky, conflicting rhythms.
Sirius' hand is tight around his cock, his other hand squeezing the flesh of Remus' hip over the bruises left my Peter, making Remus whimper until his pain gives way to pleasure, his whimper becoming a groan. James head rests against his back, his hands rasping hurriedly along Remus' sides in time with the thrusting of his cock.
Remus gasps, pressing his head into Sirius' throat and muffling his cries against the soft, pale skin. Sirius' thrusts in time with his hand on his cock and the two rhythms are too much, leading not to a pulse of pleasure but to a constant hum and Remus leans his head back suddenly, resting his head against James' shoulder, his back pressing against James' slick chest as he screams his climax.
James and Sirius both follow soon after, hands holding Remus securely between them. James muffles his cry against Remus' throat, tongue sneaking out to taste the saltiness of his sticky skin. Sirius groans, hips thrusting weakly as he tilts his head backwards.
James withdraws first, sliding slowly so as to cause Remus no further harm. His hands stroke along Remus' sides once more, his lips pressing to Remus' cheek. He whispers 'Moony' and 'ours' and 'forever' and kisses away the saltiness left by Remus' tears.
Sirius pulls out easily, pulling Remus with him to the floor. The carpet is rough under them, uncomfortably hard. Remus wishes he was back in his bed, but his legs shake whenever he tries to stand, his body sore and exhausted.
"Come on," James mutters after a bit. He and Sirius rise, moving Remus with great care. He is swung into Sirius' arms, held close to his chest. James kisses Remus' forehead once, innocent and sweet, before he disappears.
Remus curls against Sirius as they move slowly upstairs. He knows he is deceptively heavy, despite his slender figure. More than once, he stretches out his legs, telling Sirius that he can make it, only to be held close.
Remus falls into bed, breathing heavily, eyes already closed. Sirius cleans Remus gently, brushing a soft flannel over his stomach, before he slips into bed beside him. He wraps an arm around him, pulling the sheets up to cover them both.
"Promise me you won't go away again," Sirius says, childish. It's a ridiculous thing to ask. They are both involved in a war. It would be selfish of either of them to not do what they can for Dumbledore's cause.
Remus explains this, words slurred as he hovers on the edge of sleep and, as Sirius stiffens angrily beside him, he says that although he cannot promise never to leave him again - he promises to always return.