[FIC] Remus/Sirius -- Moonlight on His Pillow (NC-17) Title: Moonlight on His Pillow Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Kink(s): It's vanilla... but there's angst contained therin. Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day fifteen Words: 672 Notes: Repost of the LMoMM fic - day fifteen Originally Posted: May 2005
The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air. Remus smiled lazily, remembering every one of their mid-afternoon activities. That, of course, was different from their post-breakfast activities and was also different from their early morning activities. And those differed just slightly from the way Sirius woke Remus in the morning as well.
There was nothing like waking up and feeling your boyfriend's tongue in your arse to keep a smile on your face all day long.
Remus knew this from experience.
Of course, he had been the one to start this little tradition between them of finding fun ways to wake each other up. It had started with wanking and progressed from there. The most creative way, Remus was happy to say still belonged to him. He smiled, just thinking about it.
Sirius never expected to be covered in chocolate at 5 am and slowly licked clean the morning of a Quidditch match way back during their Hogwarts years. Remus still remembered the look of surprise as Sirius was jolted from his sleep by Remus's mouth encircling his cock.
Of course, any and all protests were quickly squashed by Remus's "devil tongue" as Sirius called it.
But now in their "old age", they had regressed to tamer morning activities; nothing as exotic as chocolate in the morning. Remus smiled slightly, chuckling under his breath.
The body chocolate was saved for dessert after dinner; not as a pre-breakfast snack.
With a smile, Remus felt a hand caress his stomach and move lower. Sirius must have returned to bed. Strange as Remus never felt the bed move under Sirius's weight. He licked his lips in anticipation, wondering what Sirius was up to this time.
Sirius's hand trailed along his stomach, his fingertip slowly tracing over each of his scars. For the longest time, Remus had hated those scars, but Sirius had taught him that they were beautiful and something to be cherished. They were a reminder of the true inner strength that Remus possessed.
Of course, it was hard to argue with Sirius when he was running his tongue along each of the scars and his fingers were tweaking his nipples.
Hell, it was hard to argue with Sirius... ever...
Remus sucked in a breath as Sirius's hand finally slid lower towards the destination Remus had been waiting for. His thumb rubbed across the head of Remus's cock and the breath of air Remus had been holding was let out in a soft hiss. If there was something Sirius knew, it was how to give a hand job.
It was how they first experimented together after all... way back when Remus was still a shy (and blushing) fifth year. Now it was Remus who had the ability to make Sirius blush with his words; a talent Remus took advantage of as often as he could.
Licking his lips, Remus raised his hips, thrusting into Sirius's hand as he stroked Remus's cock. Sirius's other hand trailed along Remus's thighs before finally moving upwards to cup his balls.
Tensing, it was enough for Remus. He came with a soft cry, spilling on Sirius's hand. He didn't need to open his eyes to know exactly what Sirius was doing. The man had an erotic way about him; to slowly lick his hand clean, loving each and every pant and moan he could elicit from Remus.
A complete tease, that was the perfect way to describe Sirius.
Open your eyes, Remus.
Remus opened his eyes; the smell of sex was stronger now.
He was alone in his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock; hand covered in his own come. It had all been a dream; a cruel dream reminding him of what he had lost.
Looking over at what had once been Sirius's place in his bed, a moonbeam had fallen across Sirius's pillow; the moonlight somehow seeming ironic and almost cruel in its purity and presence in a werewolf's bed.
Remus released his cock and fell back onto the empty bed.