I'm a realist / I'm a romantic (arcadian_dream) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-04 17:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: arcadian_dream, kink: rimming, remus/sirius |
LMOM #4: An Exchange of Gifts (sequel to For You, My Love)
Title: An Exchange of Gifts
Author/Artist: arcadian_dream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): rimming
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Word Count: 528
Summary: in which Remus has made a video, and Sirius watches. A follow-up to my previous LMoM post: For You, My Love.
Furrowing his brow, Sirius turned the black, plastic rectangle over in his hands. He sat, kneeling in front of the Muggle telly and, tentatively, he slipped the – tape, was it? – into the VCR. He rocked back, his backside landing with a muffled thud on the floor.
"Ouch," he hissed, rubbing his lower back; and waiting for the machine to – well, to do whatever it was that it was supposed to do.
A moment later, and it kicked into life; a click and whirr capturing Sirius' attention. Soon, however, his fascination with the mechanics of the VCR faded as the television screen lit up with the image of a moving, stark naked and, apparently, quite aroused Remus.
"Bloody hell," Sirius managed to choke out as the telly Remus sat back on the bed, with legs splayed; as the telly Remus reached for a – Merlin's pants was that a dildo?! – and slipped it into his arsehole; as the telly Remus came all over himself and and and –
"Fucking hell," Sirius mouthed as the performing Remus approached the camera and whispered words that sent an excited shiver through every fibre of Sirius' now-tremulously-tense body:
"For you, my love. All for you."
Sirius was still sitting, staring, mouth-agape at the screen when Remus entered the living room.
"So – d'you like it then?" he asked as he sat on the couch behind Sirius.
"Moony," Sirius said quietly, looking over his shoulder. "You kinky bugger."
Remus blushed, but did not turn away: he merely shrugged, and that same cheeky smile that graced the final moments of the videotape now played across his face.
"You didn't answer my question, Pads," Remus said, sliding his arse over the edge of the couch and seating himself on the floor beside Sirius. He leaned in, resting his chin on Sirius' shoulder: "So – what do you think?"
"What do I think?" Sirius mused. He lifted a finger to his mouth and tapped his lips, as though deep in thought.
"Well," he said finally, "Let me show you."
Warm breath tumbled over Sirius' lips and caressed the fine hairs and soft, pale skin on Remus' cheek. Sirius, turning around to face Remus fully, dotted Remus' bare neck with a series of slow, kisses; his tongue flicking over the skin and tasting him, before he turned his attention to Remus' mouth.
As the two kissed, Sirius trailed a hand over Remus' stomach. He hooked a finger underneath the waistband of his trousers and underpants and tugged them down, exposing milky white thighs, sporadically scarred by silver-grey ribbons of shirred skin.
Inching his way down Remus' body, Sirius blew warm air over the curves and lines of Remus' belly and hips; and over the patch of coarse, wiry hair between his legs, and the straining head of his cock.
Remus gave a slight moan as Sirius slid his hands beneath Remus' buttocks and raised his hips upward, before running his palms over the back of his thighs and, pressing them back against his bony chest, buried his tongue between Remus' arse cheeks.
"For you, my love," Sirius whispered, all hot breath and darting tongue as he probed Remus' opening: "All for you."