Re: Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, full moon Part 3
Sirius’ cheeks went red. Sirius tried to calm down, but the more he thought about it, the redder they got. And his whole body hummed at the compliment from Remus.
“I, ah,” Remus hesitated again. “I’ve noticed your arse as well.”
Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Have you then?”
Remus nodded. “For quite some time. But I never would have thought you were bent, too, so I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t want it to ruin the friendship, you kno—” Remus didn’t have a chance to finish, because Sirius had shoved the books and table aside and thrown himself at Remus.
Sirius knelt on the armchair, straddling Remus, and pressed his mouth to Remus’. As if their mouths were already accustomed to each other, their lips pressed and moved with an astonishing synchronicity. Remus’ body arched up towards Sirius’ just as Sirius ground his erection down against Remus’. “Want you,” Remus muttered in-between Sirius’ tongue darting into his mouth.
Reaching down, Sirius slid a hand around the young man’s hip and under his arse. Sirius squeezed a cheek, picturing that rebellious arse as it had been when on display to the whole school… and then delighting in the thought that now it was there for him alone. “Want you to moon me,” Sirius panted excitedly. “Please?”
With a laugh, Remus nodded and slid out from under Sirius. Sirius knelt on the floor of the common room, watching Remus’ every move as if he’d never seen anything so lovely before. Perhaps he hadn’t. Remus turned his back on Sirius then looked over his shoulder. He wore a coy smile and blinked his eyes flirtatiously. Then up came his robes, giving Sirius a private show that took Sirius’ breath away. The scars were there this time, but it was definitely the right arse. And what an arse it was. Sirius leaned forward for a better look.
He reached out to touch it and placed one hand on each cheek. They were pale and soft to the touch. Then, before Sirius knew what he was doing, he had leaned forward further and stuck his tongue out. Remus was hot to the touch and shuddered excitedly at the sensation. “Oh yes,” Remus whispered. “Sirius…” Sirius did not hesitate now. He licked and lapped and probed with his tongue until Remus moaned urgently. “Fuck… Sirius…” Remus’ knees gave out and he sank to the floor.
Sirius hastily hitched up his own robes. As he slid into Remus, he reached around and took Remus’ cock in hand. Pumping and thrusting, Sirius was so busy concentrating on his movements that he almost missed the way Remus melted into him, weak with pleasure. Then Remus began rocking, sliding on Sirius’ cock, banging into him and then thrusting up into Sirius’ fist. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. “No… wait… oh… oohhhhh! Moony!” Sirius came powerfully and felt the dampness against his hand and wrist as Remus did likewise.
“It really was a brilliant prank,” Sirius said afterwards, as he lay on his back, spent and thrilled, in the middle of the common room. “Mooning the Slytherins in front of everyone. I wish I’d thought of that.”
Remus curled into his side, and Sirius immediately slid an arm under and around his friend to keep him close. “Well,” said Remus, “you lot don’t call me Moony for nothing.” He chuckled, and Sirius joined in.
It really had been the best prank ever. Better than the dungbombs in Filch’s bed. Better than turning the waters of the lake crimson and gold. Even better than those flowers they’d filled the dungeons with, making Snape and half the Slytherins sneeze uncontrollably. Because this prank, despite the clear result of insulting the Slyterhins, had also resulted in this night.