Sirius Black (padds) wrote in thequest, @ 2019-04-18 12:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: log/thread, c: remus lupin, c: sirius black |
Who: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin
What: ...wrestling.
When: Right after this.
Where: The Flat, Hogsmeade
Warnings: Urges enacted.
Well, you could always show me.
And if those words weren’t damning enough, the grin certainly gave the whole game away. Only days away from the full moon, this was a different version of Remus. A little sharper around the edges, more driven by instinct, but ultimately still him. And he had a question hanging over him for the past couple of days. A question that was only emboldened when he saw MiniPadfoot pop up on the map today.
Sirius was well aware of the differences in a Remus close to the full moon, a Remus in whom the wolf was starting to ascend; he'd had years to learn this particular language, and plenty of incentive to memorize it. When he put his phone down and turned toward Remus it was deliberate, his movements telegraphed rather than an attempt at the sort of sneak attack he might have employed at another time or with someone else.
He was, however, determined to point out what was in his opinion one of the very few flaws the other young man possessed outside of his championship of questionable hairstyles (and certainly the safest of those to focus on.) And so with a grin he went directly for a spot where he knew that Remus Lupin was particularly ticklish, throwing himself bodily at his friend to make the ‘attack’ that much harder to throw off. Yep. That was definitely why. All strategy, that was Sirius Black.
Remus yelped, twisting into laughter. Learning he was ticklish when he was 12 years old was embarrassing enough, now it well wielded weapon against him. He hit back against the sofa, his own phone dropped without any such care. Thank goodness they took more to break than that. “Padfoot!”
At least now his hands were free to fight back and gain the upper hand. He wouldn’t simply yield to the challenge here. Luckily two could play at this game. Remus ran his finger tips down Sirius’s side, seeking more skin than he needed. It was however enough distraction to get leverage to flip them over so Sirius was pinned to the sofa.
“Ack!” Sirius yelped in surprise as he ended up on his back, though he didn't do much to fight it. No need for the wolfish part of Remus to think he was trying to get domineering. And besides, he could retaliate just as well from here.
Or he could have if he wasn't so busy squirming in an attempt to keep the other young man from getting at the spot along his rib cage where he was so ticklish. He hadn't really taken the fact that he was every bit as ticklish as his friend into account when conceiving this plan. Oops.
None of this was new. This could have been any number of moments in their past. Except it was now, with new data to consider. Not that Remus had much brain space between trying to contain his laughter and squirming in order to win.
So he went right for the nape of the neck. Right to that spot just behind his ear, fingertips catching on Sirius’s hair just a little. “What was that about flaws?”
That spot wasn’t ticklish, exactly, but it did make Sirius shiver pleasantly, his whole body tingling. What worked on the dog certainly worked on the man, but they’d spent enough time over the years messing with each other’s hair in various states of disorder that Remus had to know that and it didn’t give Sirius any pause.
“On me, it contributes to my many charms,” he insisted, wriggling to try to get at the other’s armpits without actually dislodging him. “I’m adorable. Whereas you wear a manbun.”
The squirming was met with more squirming. And hands. Although really the thumb was damning as it rubbed down Sirius’s neck.
“I don’t know. I think you rather fancy my man bun.”
Another little tremble went through Sirius's body, easily attributable to the tickle fight. Really it was Remus's thumb against his neck setting him off, though, because it felt good, but also because it felt...intimate. Not that it was. This was absolutely no different from any of the other times they wrestled or otherwise touched. And Sirius knew that.
“Your delusions are another flaw,” he informed the werewolf. “It’s tragic, really.”
The tickle assault paused. Remus leaned back onto his legs. His body still bracketed Sirius, but now they each had a few inches to breathe. He was looking down at Padfoot, a dangerous grin on his face. “Oh? Delusional am I?”
Sirius knew that grin. He knew it well. It usually showed up right before something that would get them both into a lot of trouble but which would be totally worth it. It was not a grin that did anything but encourage him.
“If you think I fancy the bun,” he said, smirking right back and making no effort to free himself or take advantage of the fact that Remus had apparently given up on tickling him for the moment, “You are absolutely delusional. Barking- heh- mad.”
“Okay, maybe not the bun then.” Even paused, Remus’s hand and his gaze went back to that patch of neck. The thrumming repeat of instinct a little bit louder in each passing second. He needed to close that distance.
His voice dropped. “Barking mad together then?” Low and quiet so that he had to lean forward to be heard. And they were close. Too close. (Or maybe not close enough.) What should have been an affectionate nuzzle that he’d done hundreds before, changed. After all nose nuzzles didn’t typically include the raking of teeth.
The implication in that first sentence froze Sirius for a second- but no, Remus was just teasing, taunting like they always did to each other, there wasn’t actually any implication there, surely- but before he could work through it all the way in his head, there was a face tucked familiarly against his neck and he relaxed, because it must be okay, Remus wouldn’t be nuzzling him if he was accusing Sirius of...anything.
And then that nuzzle went a bit sharp, and all of the thought completely melted out of Sirius’s brain for long enough for his hands to come up again, this time not to deflect or restart the tickling match but just to grip the back of Remus’s neck and hold on. Maybe hold him in place.
There might have been a little chirping as Sirius grabbed him back. And those teeth pressed just a bit more. This was good. It was even better when he lowered himself bodily against Sirius and the sofa.
A noise escaped Sirius too, at that, active thought still fuzzy and far, far away, because that felt good. He’d never minded someone using their teeth, quite liked it under the right circumstances, and apparently these were the right circumstances because he liked it now. It was enough to make him arch up toward the warm weight on top of him, purely on instinct, chasing the feeling.
It was easy to give himself over to sensation. Urges. But that was when that playful nipping became a little bit more aggressive. Remus could taste Sirius on his tongue. As he pushed back into Sirius, he froze up.
Sirius was enjoying himself immensely, thank you very much. It was always good when thought took a back seat to sensation and he had no complaints. At least not until everything stopped, and why had Remus stopped, and-
Oh, shit. Remus.
For a moment he was frozen too, with absolutely no idea of what to do as his brain came back online and reminded him that that warm weight on top of him was Remus’s, that he was basically fooling around with Remus Lupin. The one thing he’d always promised himself he’d never risk. Because no matter how good it felt in the moment, it could never be worth their friendship, and he knew- he knew- that Remus with all his aversion to ‘urges’ and his clear avoidance of anything related to fancying anyone, would never feel the same way about it that he did.
He couldn’t exactly move away without pushing Remus off of him, which wasn’t something he wanted to do, so he just tried to wriggle back into the arm of the couch with a laugh that he hoped was convincing. “Okay, Moony,” he said with exaggerated joviality, “I give, I think you won that round.” Everything normal here, nothing to see, just some wrestling.
Remus blinked, pushing up to give them some space, and trying not to stare at the faint outlines of his teeth on Sirius’s neck. Fuck. Friends don’t bite each other. Remus didn’t bite people! (And double fuck because he wanted to do it again.)
All of the nerve seemed to drain out of him in the same moment and he collapsed back down onto Sirius to hide his face between Sirius’s chest and the sofa. There was probably a muffled apology somewhere in there too.
Sirius caught something that sounded enough like an apology to make him feel like shit, and when he squirmed this time it was in guilt. “Hey, no, nothing to be sorry for. We're good. We're fine. Are we good? Let's just...we’re good. Do you want me to say I don't really hate the man bun? I'll say it, okay, I don't totally hate the man bun.”
Possibly he was rambling, just a little bit, but it was hardly the first time his mouth had run away from him.
“We’re good. I just don’t want to mess this up.” There were other words. All of them far more damning than Remus wanted to engage right now. Instead, Remus turned his head back, pushing his nose into Sirius’s neck. There were decidedly no teeth now, but it felt different.
Sirius relaxed again, because Remus was back to nosing at him and that was good, that was normal, that meant that everything was okay and he hadn't ruined everything by liking Remus biting him too much and-
“Mess what up?” He found his mouth asking before he could catch it, and Merlin damn it. He'd been so close to everything being okay and not ever having to discuss whatever had just happened. So close. Why did he ever let himself talk again? “I mean, in the sense that, nothing is messed up, because we are good and everything is good, ha ha, right?”
Remus chuckled, the nerves and panic pushed aside for the moment. There was always some unspoken rule that only one of them could freak out at a time. “Better if you didn’t forget to breath.” Before he could think better of it, he pressed a quiet kiss to the teeth mark.
That was...but Remus couldn't possibly have...but he definitely had, and even Sirius's mental insistence that Everything Was Normal and this was Just What Friends Did was strained to the breaking point by someone biting the most sensitive bit of his neck and then also kissing it. Even he could no longer deny that something was definitely happening here, and it was a very good thing that Remus was in against his throat and not looking at his face. He was pretty sure that he looked more like a wide-eyed twelve-year-old who'd never been kissed before than an adult man who had done nearly as much of it as his reputation claimed.
“Moony,” he said after a breath, slow and deliberate like he was reining his runaway tongue in with an effort, “If you. Err. If that was just...friendly. Then you probably shouldn't. Because I'll get the wrong idea and then I'll be the one messing this up. Spectacularly. Really. You know how well I mess things up.”
Remus scrunched up his nose, lifting his head to look at Sirius. This felt wrong and perfect at the same time. “You’re not messing anything up.” He thought he was being clear, that this was the inevitable place they would arrive at after the revelation of the totem. And that was good, even in all the ways he shouldn’t be allowed.
“I’ve just never done anything like this before.”
“I know,” Sirius said quickly, in a way that he probably thought was reassuring and equally probably wasn't. “Because you don't do urges. I know that. Which is why- I mean, just because I'm not messing it up right this moment doesn't mean I won't, I know I always say my greatest talent is charm but between you and me it's fucking things up and also talking too much, I need to stop talking, don't I, hell, just c’mere-”
He still had his hands more or less against Remus's nape, and now he tugged the other young man's mouth down against his own. In for a sickle, in for a galleon, he'd already shown his hand at this point. And besides, clearly he wasn't going to be able to make himself shut up unaided.
Remus had wanted to protest. It wasn’t that he didn’t do urges. It was urges were dangerous, complicated things for him. He didn’t trust anyone else to let himself have what he may have wanted. But then there was Sirius Black who knew him and all his dark corners. They’d probably fuck this up so spectacularly, but for now maybe actions spoke louder than words.
The invitation was clear. It was messy and ungraceful, but they were kissing. At another time, it might have gentle, but now was not that time. And for as much as Remus didn’t really know what he was doing, he seemed to feel like teeth pulling at Sirius’s bottom lip was good.
It definitely was not the most expert kiss of Sirius's life. It was messy and uncoordinated, tentative at first and the quickly not tentative at all, and if Sirius had had the brain space he would have been disappointed in himself. Remus had never done this before, he should have made it so much better, but- maybe later he could worry about that. Later. Right now there were teeth tugging on his lip and it was just as good as the teeth on his neck had been, apparently he was really very approving of being bitten, he'd never realized how much but this was Remus so of course he liked it. He thought Remus probably could have dumped cold water on him and he'd still have liked it.
Somewhere along the line he'd stopped holding on to the back of the werewolf’s neck and dragged his hands down to the hem of his shirt and tugged it up a little, just enough for him to touch skin. Skin was good. He wasn't trying to be too demanding but skin was really good.
Remus couldn’t care really care about good or bad. Not then at least. Although he did squirm just a little as Sirius got under his jumper, but even that seemed to provide more interesting friction. He slid a hand back around the nape of Sirius’s neck, rather liking the feel of his pulse there.
He trailed the kissing to a small kiss at the side. “Okay?” Remus asked, unsure exactly what he was asking, but the word was soft.
“Okay?” Sirius echoed, and then laughed, the sound almost disbelieving. “Are you serious? Wait, what am I saying, of course you’re not, that’s me!”
He was, maybe, just a tiny bit giddy.
“You’re also an idiot.” There was that familiar fondness there. Best of all Remus now had a new weapon to delay a response. The kiss probably still wasn’t great. So he would just have to keep practicing until he got it right.
It might not have been the most expert kissing ever, but Sirius had absolutely no complaints. He was perfectly happy to be practiced on, thank you very much.
Nor did he pull away to try to argue the point. He probably was an idiot. Almost certainly, all things considered. No point denying it, and better things to do with his mouth. Though...his hands were awfully close to Remus’s ribcage at this point. It was awfully tempting. After a few minutes, he couldn’t resist anymore and snuck another quick tickle in there, just to see what would happen.
Remus laughed into the kiss. It presented a new but not necessarily unwanted challenge. My idiot. he wasn’t sure which point he was proving, but it seemed only firing to nip Sirius’s bottom lip. .
Sirius made an approving noise and stopped tickling again, as if that had been what he was trying to achieve in the first place.
They probably should stop. Talk. That would be the smart thing to do.
But Sirius had just been accused of being an idiot, and today was not the day he would prove that wrong.