He’s the type to stick his hand down Sirius’ jeans and just start groping it. He loves that his hands are so big..big enough to swallow Sirius’ butt cheek.
They would be doing the most mundane thing and the next thing you know, Remus’ hand is sliding over and midly fighting its way until it’s on Sirius’ ass.
Sirius blushed and got excited at first, thinking Remus is initiating something. But once he learnt that Remus will do this regardless of whether they’ll end up doing it, he just accepts his butt is now a playdough.
Sometimes he just deadpans at Remus, who could be innocently reading a book next to him in bed but his hand is just groping away.
….
James is also an ‘Ass’ guy.
Except he’s more like, addicted to Regulus sitting on his face, type of ass guy.
It started as a joke, but it became highly effective. If Sirius is being overly hyper, pacing the kitchen, or causing chaos, Remus will simply say, "Sirius. Sit." Human or dog form, Sirius will instantly drop onto the nearest chair or the floor, looking up at Remus with rapt attention.
Remus sniffled pathetically under three layers of blankets, a hot water bottle tucked against his side and Sirius fussing like a deranged nursemaid. “This is undignified,” Remus croaked, coughing into his sleeve. “I’m a grown man.”
“You’re a soggy tissue of a man,” Sirius said sweetly, dabbing at Remus’s forehead with an unnecessarily damp cloth. “You’ve got wolf lungs and still managed to catch a muggle head cold. I should report you to the Magical Beast Department for being rubbish at surviving.”
Remus whined and turned his face into Sirius’s hip. Sirius, undeterred, brushed curls back from Remus’s face and leaned down, voice low and teasing. “You know, when you’re better—I think I’ll put a baby in you.”
Remus went still. Sirius grinned. “You’d be an absolute vision, all needy and soft and ruined with my pup. You’d make noises no one else gets to hear.”
“You’re a pervert,” Remus muttered, flushed—not from the fever. Sirius kissed the top of his head. “I’m correct.”
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Two weeks later, Remus was recovered, smugly healthy, and impossibly focused. Sirius came home to find him waiting in bed—flushed, naked, eyes burning. “You said you were going to put a baby in me.”
Sirius blinked. “Darling. I was joking. You were delirious.”
“I wasn’t,” Remus said, voice low and even. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I want it.”
Sirius felt the earth shift under his feet.
Remus knelt up, straddled his thighs, and murmured, “I want to feel full for days, Sirius. I want you to ruin me for anything else. I want it so deep the wolf can’t tell where you end and I start.”
Sirius, blinking hard, swallowed once and whispered, “Okay.”
He wasn’t joking anymore.
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Once again inspired by @impishtubist , all the good ideas on your blog.
18+ only! These prompts are from the Wolfstar Microfic second prompt list and are not suitable for anyone under 18.
Remus chewed his lip as he stared down at Sirius as he slept. He was on his front, dark hair splayed across his pillow, obscuring his face.
The thin sheet left very little to the imagination; it hugged everything. Remus’s cock, twitched with interest, and he decided he was ready.
He and Sirius had discussed it a lot. Sirius was very open to Remus fucking him when he was asleep and waking up to Remus deep inside him. He’d said it turned him on, and Remus had to agree.
Ever so slowly, he pulled the sheet down, uncovering more and more of Sirius’s porcelain skin. He groaned when the sheet slipped over his pert arse. Remus had the sudden urge to sink his teeth into it, but he refrained. Sirius would definitely wake up if he did that, and that was against the point.
Once Sirius was bare to the world, Remus quietly opened the bottle of lube they always kept on the bedside table. They’d had sex the night before, so hopefully Sirius would still be quite loose. He warmed the lube and coated his fingers, sliding one down Sirius's crack and pushing against his hole.
It slid straight in, and Sirius didn’t even stir.
He made short work of opening Sirius back up; he’d been correct in thinking that Sirius’s hole was still pliant from the night before. He positioned himself behind Sirius, coating his hard length in more lube. He used his hands to spread Sirius’s cheeks and inched his way inside gently.
He moved slowly, only inserting an inch at a time and so deadly slow that if Sirius had been awake, he would have been going mad with need.
Sirius began to move under him, and he stilled until Sirius settled back down. He continued, rocking his hips as gently and slowly as he could.
He stared at Sirius’s face. His eyes were bruised with sleep, his mouth slightly parted as he breathed in and out. Sirius had been right; this was hot as fuck.
It took a few minutes for Sirius to wake up fully. He’d begun humping the sheets, finding friction for his swelling cock as Remus made sure to hit his prostate with each stroke.
“Oh, fuck, Remus!” Sirius gasped as his eyes shot open, and he got to his knees, pushing back, trying to get Remus deeper. Remus quickened his pace. The slowness had been torturous in the best way possible, but now he wanted to chase his high.
He pounded into Sirius with such force that Sirius’s knees gave out, and Remus was fucking him into the mattress.
“Fuck! Yes, Remus!” Sirius cried out, his words muffled by his pillow.
The familiar pressure at the base of his spine alerted him to his inevitable orgasm.
“I’m close,” he gritted out, trying to hold himself back while Sirius caught up. Sirius lifted his hips and shoved a hand in the gap, fisting himself and roughly bringing himself closer to his own release.
“I – I’m right there,” Sirius whimpered, and Remus let himself go.
One thrust. Two thrusts, and with a final slam, he was coming. His cock twitched as Sirius’s slick canal undulated around him as he found his own release and extended Remus’s own. He collapsed on top of Sirius, burying his face in his hair. “That was fucking hot,” Sirius sighed happily. Remus’s soft cock plopped out of Sirius’s hole as he raised himself onto his arms, so Sirius could roll over.
Sirius flipped onto his back and dragged Remus down onto his chest, peppering every inch of skin he could reach with kisses. “We are so doing that again,” he purred.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” Remus promised, tilting his head and capturing Sirius’s lips and kissing him sweetly. Yeah, they would definitely be doing that again.
Sirius the brat he is, would NOT stay quiet while giving head. He’s moaning and slurping like it unabashedly—like it’s the best desert he’s ever gonna get.
Remus not having enough restraint to say no to Sirius when they’re in public, now has to desperately shush him to be quiet.
Remus caring less each time because Sirius on his knees like that, is driving the man crazy and losing all decorum.
After a scene or a particularly intense night, Remus immediately shifts back into the ultimate caretaker. He wraps Sirius up in his own oversized sweaters, pulls him onto his chest, and strokes his hair while Sirius drifts off, completely spent and entirely safe.
