Hi I've had extreme writer's block (fuck you, Prozac) but I ate half a pint of halo ice cream and wrote this almost-smutty Wolfstar short. It's the first thing I've completed in... about a month. Woof.
"Oh no you don't…" Remus groans as he's dragged back down to the couch by two firm arms around his waist. "I will literally die if I don't eat something, Padfoot!" Though his stomach is trying to eat itself, Remus can't punch enough anger or ire into his voice, not when Sirius nuzzles the back of his neck like that, not when he runs his hands up Remus's chest and to his shoulders. "What do you mean?" Sirius asks, muffled into Remus's skin as he leaves hungry, biting kisses atop lurid bruises. "You've eaten plenty." Remus rolls his eyes. "Arse and dick don't count." Sirius hums idly and sucks a hickey below Remus's ear. "No? What about come? Full of protein. Water…soluble. Practically health food." "Oh yes," Remus snorts, arching into Sirius's lazy but intentional palming over his not-soft cock. "New fad diet: semen smoothies." "Baby batter biscuits." "Come crumpets." "Spunk sammies." "Jizz Jaffa cakes." Sirius stills, stopping the mauling of Remus's shoulder with a suddenness that, with Sirius, could mean anything. "Too far, Moony. Jaffas are sacred." Remus barks a laugh and spins around with a fluidity he's surprised he has after their weekend of marathon shags. "You wouldn't know sacred if it crawled up your arse and sneezed." "Why don't you go check?" Sirius waggles his eyebrows, and damn him, it shouldn't be sexy, but Remus is helpless. Sirius grabs Remus's sore arse in his hands and squeezes, drinking down Remus's groan in a ravenous kiss. Remus surfaces minutes later, panting, flushed, and hunger temporarily replaced by something stronger. "Okay, one more go and then I'm ordering takeaway and you're paying for whatever I want." Sirius laughs and guides Remus down to his waiting cock, meeting his body with a gratified groan. "Deal."











