October 18 Spice Prompt: Begging. Word count: 999 @wolfstarmicrofic
CW: NSFW/Sexual Content
When it comes to sex, Sirius has learned, Remus is a man of few words, preferring to communicate through enthusiastic moans and pleading whimpers. But, he’s also learned he absolutely revels in being spoken to; that hearing Sirius’ dirty thoughts and suggestions is what gets him moaning and whimpering. And grinding and licking and clawing.
Sirius is infatuated with Remus to a level he’d never have imagined possible. It is, frankly, embarrassing. He’ll be on an important mission for the order, he’ll be in a meeting with Dumbledore, he’ll even be having a nice beer with Prongs… all the while he’ll be counting down the minutes until he gets to go home.
They’ve recently graduated Hogwarts, graduated straight into a full-blown war, and all Sirius can think about is snogging his boyfriend silly. Sirius is a mushy ball of goo, a devastating mess of trembling limbs and liquid innards, and it makes him feel bloody weak and powerless.
He comes home late that night, still frustrated from having to have counted down 786 minutes since he’s last seen Remus.
He finds him in bed, naked, with large, suggestive eyes and a wide, suggestive grin.
Sirius tackles him, straddles him, devours his mouth, all while simultaneously trying to take off his own clothes.
Remus lets out a long, surprised, needy moan.
Today, Sirius has decided, it’s not enough. Today, Remus is going to have to use his words.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he says, gruffly, nipping at Remus’ neck just so.
Remus merely groans in response, pulling him into a kiss, rolling his hips against Sirius’, repeatedly, suggestively.
When Remus starts trailing sloppy kisses down Sirius’ jaw, soft noises escaping his mouth, Sirius asks again:
‘What do you want?’
‘You,’ Remus simply says, rolling his hips against Sirius again – hard, needy parts bumping against each other.
Sirius hisses. It’s not enough.
‘See, what I want,’ Sirius starts, running his fingers patiently through Remus’ curls, twisting one around his fingers, ‘is to bend you over… and… -’
Remus growls.
‘- but… that wasn’t the question, was it? The question was what you want.’
Remus mewls, his hands grasping at Sirius, who evades them and begins to trail a devastatingly slow trail of kisses down the centre of Remus’ chest.
‘That,’ Remus whispers frantically. ‘What you said – I want… that. Please.’
It’s not bloody enough.
Remus bucks his hips more frantically, moaning as Sirius’ kisses trail down his stomach, before he diverts his route, over his hipbones, down his leg, in between his thighs.
‘Is that really what you want? Or would you like me to do something else, first?’ Sirius asks teasingly, making sure his warm breath tickles Remus’ most sensitive parts as he speaks.
‘Yes,’ Remus says, his hands in Sirius hair, suggestively nudging him upward.
‘Tsk, tsk,’ Sirius responds, ‘tell me.’
Remus groans in frustration.
‘I would really like you to… use your mouth,’ he says, through gritted teeth, far more politely than the circumstances demand.
It’s good enough for now. Sirius happily obliges, Remus letting out a relieved hiss as Sirius wraps his lips around him, burying his hands tighter into his hair.
Sirius does some of his best work, alternating licking up his shaft with swirling his tongue around the head. Remus produces a beautiful wall of sound; all groans and desperate whines. When Sirius takes him as deep as he can, he frantically hisses,
‘Stop – stop, or I’ll -’
Sirius wipes his mouth, looks him in the eyes, raising an eyebrow.
‘And you don’t want to come this way, Moony?’
Remus shakes his head, his eyes wide.
‘So, how do you want to come?’
Remus covers his face with his hands, letting out another frustrated sound, breathing in deeply before admitting: ‘with you inside me.’
It’s Sirius’ turn to groan.
‘Fuck,’ he whispers, crawling up to capture Remus’ lips. ‘Fuck, you’re hot.' Kiss. 'Fuck, I want you so much.’
‘Please,’ Remus whimpers, seemingly reduced to a mess of trembling limbs and liquid innards. (Outstanding). ‘Please, Sirius, I’ve been thinking about it all day.’
‘You have?’ Sirius responds, pleased.
‘Yes,’ Remus hisses, ‘you’re all I think about every day.’
This is great news. In that case, he’s probably suffered enough, Sirius decides, reaching for the lube. Slightly pushing his luck, he asks:
‘How do you want it?’
Remus groans, twitches. ‘Hard.’
Indelicately, Sirius pushes two lubed up fingers inside him, trying to hit the right spot with every stroke, Remus pushing down against his hand as he moves in and out.
Remus needily whispers: ‘Please – I don’t want to wait.’
Sirius catches his lips as he lines up with him, pushes in, moves not-at-all-hard at first, trying to let him adjust.
Before long, Remus gasps, ‘harder’. When Sirius obliges, Remus suddenly breathes: ‘I thought you wanted to bend me over?’
‘Is that what you want?’
Sirius pulls back. He likes this new vocal version of his boyfriend.
‘Yes,’ Remus hisses, desperately.
‘Then turn around.’
‘Hands against the headboard,’ he demands, taking a deep breath to ground himself as Remus does what he says. He’s so fucking beautiful.
He pushes back in greedily, their moans joining each other. He doesn’t wait for instructions before going hard – it feels far too good thrusting deeply and quickly and needily.
‘Touch me,’ Remus shudders, ‘please.’
Sirius wraps his hand around him, stroking in sync with his thrusts, planting kisses on Remus’ back, shoulders – wherever he can reach. Before long, Remus is panting and shuddering and groaning around him, coming hard over his fingers with a needy whine.
One, two, three more deep thrusts and Sirius follows him over the edge, cursing and moaning Remus’ name, orgasm hitting him in hard waves.
Panting, they collapse, curl into each other.
‘I love you so much,’ Sirius gasps, kissing every finger of Remus’ hand.
‘I love you too,’ Remus says. ‘Please never make me beg like that again.’
‘No promises,’ Sirius responds, grinning, pulling Remus closer and burying his nose in his curls.
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Remus could feel the wolf stirring as he tossed and turned, the light of the waxing moon bright in the window. It glinted off of Sirius’s pale skin. He’d fallen asleep and stolen the covers hours ago. Now all that was visible was his pale shoulder and neck. His black hair in front of his face, moving with each breath. He was facing away from Remus by this point, sprawled on his side, prone and relaxed.
The scent of sleep and Sirius felt intoxicating in that moment as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius didn’t move, his breathing heavy and unbothered so Remus did it again. He gathered Sirius’s hair and moved it back so he could see his husband’s relaxed face. He loved those long memorized features, the thick eyelashes, the sharp cheekbones, the aristocratic nose, the full red lips. His lips were parted, and Remus knew he was drooling on the pillow a little. Remus slid his hands over Sirius, drawing the blankets back, prompting a shiver and a small moan as he slept on.
He shifted, rolling onto his back, which gave Remus more of an advantage. Remus nudged his legs apart and settled between them as he continued to watch the deep rise and fall of Sirius’s bare chest, adorned only with his tapestry of tattoos. His mouth was open a little wider now, as he snuffled a little, drool still clinging to the side of his perfect lips. Remus longed to kis them, but he didn’t want to wake Sirius yet, he wanted more time to enjoy him just like this.
They both slept naked these days so Sirius’s half hard cock was just waiting for him, nestled as it was against the wiry, dark hair between his legs. Remus’s mouth watered and he leaned over him, taking him in his mouth. He could feel Sirius lengthening and fattening on his tongue, the weight pleasantly heavy in his mouth.
He took his time, running his tongue over Sirius, swirling it and sucking. When he finally looked back up at him, he could see the flush that bloomed over Sirius’s skin as his toes curled and he came down Remus’s throat. He could see Sirius’s eyes moving under the lids and he gripped himself as Sirius softened in his mouth. He managed to bring himself off without waking him, cast the cleaning charm and snuggled up next to his still unaware husband. Sirius’s breathing now was shallow but as he came down from his orgasm, it deepened again until it was as slow and even as it had been before. Remus spooned him from behind, letting Sirius’s breathing lull him to sleep.
@wolfstarmicrofic Spice prompt 13: Sex Pollen. 298 words.
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Remus should have known better. Especially chasing a lennán sídhe through the Irish woods. The little love fairy is quite fond of using the pollen to trap her conquests. Remus should not have walked through the vines holding the purple flowers.
Sirius sneezes behind him. Sirius wanted to come with him for this commission, claiming he was bored of sitting at home and watching James fawn over Lily. Remus thought this mission would be harmless. Not that he can ever tell Sirius no, what with fancying him madly.
Remus feels himself grow hard in his trousers, feels his heartbeat pick up, and the urge to do something about it builds inside of him. He watches the same changes come over Sirius’s face, though Sirius probably doesn’t know why. Sirius’s nostrils flare, his eyes dilate, and before Remus can open his mouth to explain, Sirius’s lips press against his.
Their hands fly, ripping each other’s clothes off, not even speaking before they end up naked and laying on the forest floor. Sirius summons some lube and coats both of their cocks in it, and suddenly they’re rutting against each other like they’ll die without it. Remus feels like he’ll die without it, without touching Sirius like this. They kiss like it’s the only source of oxygen in the world, hands clinging to each other desperately, until they both come messily
The tide of need ebbs away as the come cools on his stomach. He looks up at Sirius, expecting to apologize profusely and promise never to do it again, but Sirius is grinning like a madman. “Gods, I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Lucky chance about the sex pollen.”
Remus looks above him, grabbing another flower and letting the pollen sprinkle down over them again. “Very lucky.”
Something warm and wet is lapping at the seam of his mouth. Startled, Sirius gasps, and whatever it is takes that as permission to press inside of his mouth, curling over his teeth and flicking against the roof of his mouth. Tongue. It's a tongue, and the warmth pressed against his face is another face, which means the weight on his chest must be hands, stroking down his body until they get to his hips. He feels himself maneuvered through the air until he's pushed gently and his back hits the softness of a mattress, and all the while that wet, lithe tongue keeps up its ministrations.
A solid weight around his waist—thighs, and those hands curl through his hair, tugging it from where it has tangled around his face, which is good because he's not sure what he's done with his. He wiggles his fingers and his twists his wrists and finds them unbound, so he rushes to press them against the warm weight, to drag down their chest and try to get the boundary lines of them. His senses are gone aside from the overwhelming wealth of feeling, and he can feel those hands, those fingers, stroking down over his abdomen.
One of those wandering hands curls over his hard dick and gently teases the head of it, and the pulse of precome that bursts from the tip has him releasing a soundless whimper, back arching up and against the warm person—it has to be Remus, he knows with certainty. No one else knows how to touch him like this, how to get him off with those gentle touches, knows that he likes hot, messy kisses and knows that when he teases the head of his cock it's the prickle-tease of it that has Sirius coming undone.
He can't warn him that he's going to come, but he feels the warmth of it building like a solid stone in his gut, a pressure pot of warm whorling heat that threatens to overwhelm him with each touch. Remus pulls his mouth away, and Sirius whines at the loss. His breath hitches as Remus' fingers run down the thick vein at the base of his cock and then he's doing something clever around the tip of Sirius' cock and a nose and mouth presses against the soft spot behind his ear and that's it—that's all it takes to undo him.
If he wails, he can't hear it, arching against Remus as all that pent up pressure bursts from him, toe-curling pleasure unwinding him fully.
It's like a light switch, and with the orgasm light and sound and taste and smell return at once, an overwhelming crescendo that has him whimpering, another burst of release hitting Remus right in the stomach.
"That's it, cariad, you did so well," Remus says, with his wonky teeth and his beautiful smile and his freckles and those warm, lovely eyes. "Welcome back, sweetheart."
"Missed you," Sirius says, dragging him into a kiss.
@wolfstarmicrofic Spice prompt 8: sensory deprivation. 288 words
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It takes time for Remus to finally relax into the scene, but Sirius is patient. He slowly locked Remus away. First, his sight with a blindfold around his eyes. Then his ability to move by tying him up in pretty ropes, legs and arms strung together. Finally, he takes away his hearing, whispering I love you–and earning himself a smile–before he plugs his ears.
Once he’s taken away Remus’s ability to anticipate anything, Sirius takes his time kissing and touching and licking every available piece of his skin. Remus giggles and squirms away from him, but Sirius is relentless in his touches. Finally, eventually, Remus relaxes, leaning into his touch instead of avoiding it. Sirius kisses his cheek before grabbing the lit candle next to him.
The wax has pooled on the top of the candle, and Sirius pours a few drops over the side onto Remus’s collarbone. Remus is unprepared when it hits his skin, jerking away from the sting. Sirius kisses his shoulder, calming and quieting him. “It’s okay, love, I have you,” he says, even though Remus can’t hear him.
Sirius pours the wax over a few more exposed areas of skin, soothing the sting with gentle kisses and touches to other areas. It keeps Remus on edge, uncertain of whether Sirius will give him the pain of the wax or the comfort of his touch. He keeps going until every touch makes Remus jump and shudder, a litany of noises falling from his lips.
Remus’s cock is hard and dripping over the ropes and his abdomen, and Sirius cleans up the drops with his finger and tongue. Soon, Sirius will fuck him through the oversensitivity, but for now, he’ll relish how responsive Remus is.
@wolfstarmicrofic Spice List Prompt 10: somnophillia. 299 words
TW: non-consensual somnophillia.
The new potion for Remus’s full moon pain knocks him out like a light, unmoving until at least 8 hours later. Once James and Sirius realize it’s not hurting him, it makes them laugh every time Remus passes out in a random place. It creates some really amusing stories. It’s not until Sirius has to carry Remus to bed that he discovers the other side effect the potion has. That one, Sirius keeps to himself.
He can’t stop thinking about it, however. The way Remus’s hard cock pressed into his stomach as Sirius carried him just won’t leave his head. The next time, he sneaks back into Remus’s room to pull down his trousers just enough to see that Remus’s cock is massive. That doesn’t help his obsession.
Finally, Sirius decides to act on it. He waits until James has gone to bed before slipping into Remus’s room. He strips off his own clothes, already stretched and prepped, before he pulls down Remus’s trousers and slicks his cock with lube. Sirius straddles his hips and perches over Remus’s cock, teasing himself with the tip before sinking down on it.
It’s better than he expected, with just enough stretch that it takes Sirius a moment to adjust to it. Remus groans and shifts in his sleep, but it doesn’t wake him up. Sirius begins rocking, dragging Remus’s cock across his prostate. Remus’s breathing increases, occasionally punctuated by soft moans, but he doesn’t wake up. He’s clearly enjoying it though, or his body is, and Sirius lets that thought drive him right over his own edge. He catches his come in his hand to keep Remus’s clothes from getting dirty, then hesitates as he debates what to do now.
Hands come up to clench his waist. “Don’t stop now. I’m close.”
“Can I take this off now?” Sirius plucks at Remus’s shirt, but he wants to rip it for the way it’s been teasing him all night.
Remus huffs, leaning against Sirius’s chest. “We’re in the elevator.”
“Don’t care.” Sirius runs his fingers under the waistband of Remus’s trousers, untucking his shirt and touching the velvety underneath. “You’re a tease. Take it off.”
Sirius figured out as they sat down to dinner that Remus was wearing it, the corset that Sirius bought him almost a year ago. It’s only the second time he’s worn it, only the first time voluntarily, and Sirius had to sit there through dinner, incapable of convincing Remus to take a trip to the loo first. He can’t help the eagerness now.
“No, I haven’t,” Remus says. When the elevator doors open, he pulls away, dragging Sirius down the hall.
Sirius grumbles, half a step behind Remus. “I’m going to rip that shirt off of you as soon as we’re through the door.”
“Not if you want to fuck me,” Remus responds. Sirius whines when they stop at the door. Remus turns and cups his cheek with his hand. “When we go in, you’re going to be good and sit on the couch, or I’m going to make sure you don’t come tonight at all.”
Sirius buries his face against Remus’s neck with a groan. “You’re so cruel.”
“I’m not,” Remus says. He turns to slip the keycard into the door. “You know as much as I do that you want to watch me strip out of this until I let you fuck me with the garter belt on.”
“There’s a garter belt?” Sirius asks, his cock twitching in his pants.
Remus pushes the door open and grins over his shoulder. “Want to find out?”
