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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 10: Blindfolds [word count 582]

cw: NSFW

"Do you trust me, my love?" Remus whispered into his ear.

"Always," Sirius nodded eagerly.

"Good."

Sirius took a deep breath from where he was kneeling naked on the carpet in their living room before smiling when the silk of the blindfold came to rest against his eyes.

"Is it too tight?" Remus asked, tying it up.

"I thought you liked things that are too tight," Sirius smirked.

"Cheeky. Now, remember: you have to stay perfectly still."

Sirius nodded again, feeling his ears already adjusting to pick up even the smallest of sounds given that his eyes were now useless to make sense of his surroundings. He heard Remus’s knees shift on the carpet and felt his presence in front of him before his lips grazed his shoulder. It was a feathery kiss, but not seeing somehow made it more intense, and when Remus traced his neck with the tip of his tongue Sirius shivered. But it was when his boyfriend nibbled at the skin under his ear that he felt his cock start to harden. Remus chuckled softly.

"And to think I haven’t even touched you yet…"

"What are you waiting for?"

The answer came immediately, Remus’s fingers tracing one of his nipples, tearing a small whimper from his lips. Not knowing where Remus would touch him next heightened every single response his body had, and before long he was painfully hard. He whined when Remus grazed his nails on his thighs, avoiding the place where Sirius wanted him most.

"Moony…" he whispered.

"What, darling?" Remus’s voice came from behind him now. "What do you want?"

"You. I want you," Sirius pleaded as Remus’s fingers traced his spine, stopping right at at the base.

"That’s a bit generic, my love."

Sirius moaned when he felt Remus’s finger circle his entrance.

"You," he groaned. "There."

"Still too vague."

Remus’s finger pressed lightly and Sirius almost fell forwards.

"Moony, please, I’m so hard," he whined.

"I can see that," Remus’s finger retreated. "So what do you want?"

Sirius forced himself to form a coherent sentence despite the ache in his cock and the cool against his ass after the warmth of Remus’s finger.

"I want your fingers inside me. Please, Moony."

"Good boy."

Seconds later, a lubed up finger pressed against his entrance, soon breaching the rim. Sirius grabbed behind him, finally ending up with one hand on Remus’s shoulder as he felt the finger slide inside him.

"More," he panted. "More, please."

"As you wish."

A second finger joined the first and Sirius moaned out loud as they started moving, carefully stretching him. Remus’s other arm came around him, his hand resting near Sirius’s cock, just short of touching it.

"You’re so beautiful like this," Remus whispered in his ear, his voice low. "Writhing on my fingers, calling my name…"

"Moony," Sirius whined immediately. "Want you to touch me."

Remus’s thumb slowly traced a line from the base to the tip of Sirius’s cock. Right when it reached the tip, teasing it lightly, Remus added a third finger and started pumping quicker. And Sirius came. He came hard, feeling hot drops of cum spurt across his belly as he moaned even harder.

"Fuck, sorry," he panted when he could form coherent words again. "I didn’t mean to come this fast."

"It’s alright, darling," Remus kissed his neck. "We’ll start over if you want."

Sirius shivered. That man would be the death of him and he would die happy.

"Yes," he said. "Please"

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October 2 Spice Prompt: Thigh Fucking. Word count: 999 @wolfstarmicrofic

CW: NSFW/Sexual Content

With many thanks to amazing beta-reader/editor extraordinaire @mybelovedmoon who helped me cut 100+ words :')

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With only a month until NEWTs exams, Sirius treasures every moment he can get with his boyfriend, who much seems to prefer the company of books these days.

But tonight is a good night. They’re spooning, naked, Remus lazily stroking Sirius’ stomach, nose buried in his hair, planting soft kisses down the back of his head.

It’s been a few months since an awkward midnight stumble in the bathroom turned into a cheeky midnight fumble under the covers, followed by a few weeks of painful silence and avoidance, a difficult conversation, a whole lot of snogging and nakedness. 

An embarrassingly whiny sound escapes Sirius’ lips as Remus rolls his hips against his back.

Sirius doesn’t believe in ascribing intentions or emotions to inanimate objects (or body parts). The sun doesn’t shine happily, it simply shines. The wind doesn’t blow wistfully, it simply blows. Daisies aren’t friendlier than other flowers; the Forbidden Forest isn’t menacing; his idiot brother’s prefect badge doesn’t sparkle just to taunt him (right?).

But there’s something about this particular erection that he can really only describe as decidedly hopeful.

Remus’ lips start working his neck, and Sirius lets out a noise as his hand starts trailing teasingly over his hipbones, fingers slipping between his thighs, almost, almost, but never-quite touching him where he wants to be touched.

‘Remus,’ he exhales needily as Remus rolls his hips against his arse again, and again, and again.

A trail of hungry, wet kisses up the side of his neck, over his jaw, a breathy voice in his ear:

‘I want you’.

Sirius merely whimpers in response.

He’s thought about it, of course. They’ve talked about it, loads, well, tried to talk about it loads – some conversations inevitably ending prematurely in a tangle of hungry hands and lips.

He’s just not… quite… sure he’s ready for the reality.

‘I want to,’ he whispers, shakily, ‘I do – it’s just…’

‘Oh, no, it’s ok, I’m sorry -’ Remus says, quickly, and Sirius can hear the blush in his voice.

‘No, don’t stop -’ Sirius responds, equally quickly, as Remus starts pulling away. ‘I like… I like feeling you against me.’

Remus breathes heavily as he moves back against Sirius, his hand resuming its lazy movements over Sirius’ hips, his lower stomach, playing with the curls on Sirius’ pubic bone.

‘Why must you tease me?’ Sirius says, trying to sound playful; disappointed to conclude he just sounds needy and whiny. His tone is further undercut by his hips bucking forward involuntary, into nothing.

Remus lets out a breathy ‘because it’s fun’, before sucking on the sensitive spot on Sirius’ neck. Sirius mewls, bucks his hips again, then finally, finally, a warm, large hand is wrapped around him, bringing temporary relief – until he realises this hand seems to have no plans to move faster anytime soon.

With every stroke, Remus rolls his hips against Sirius, his cock landing between his cheeks, and it feels – it feels so good. A little forbidden, a little dirty, a lot like more.

Letting out another shaky breath, Sirius whispers, ‘I do want you, you know.’

In response, Remus lets out a delicious sound, bucks against Sirius harder, bites his earlobe – hard.

‘It’s just -’ Sirius starts, then moves his hand back, reaching between Remus’ legs, wrapping his hand around the hardness there, ‘it’s just, you’re so…’ he hesitates; he’s never said this before, but in this context, he’s not sure if it’s totally a compliment. ‘You’re so big.’

Remus lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a surprised laugh and a surprised moan.

‘For real,’ Sirius whispers, lifting his leg and coaxing Remus’ erection in between his thighs. ‘You see how deep it would go? Like past my stomach? There’s no way that’s healthy.’

‘Sirius,’ Remus responds, still seemingly trapped between amusement and arousal, ‘I don’t think that’s exactly how it works.’

‘I guess not,’ Sirius agrees, keeping Remus trapped between his thighs. Remus thrusts his hips, moving between them once, twice.

‘Fuck,’ he whispers, ‘this feels good.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius asks slyly, before muttering a lubrication spell that he’s secretly been practicing. ‘How about this?’

‘Oh, fuck-’ Remus moans, loudly now, as things become significantly stickier and wetter. ‘Sirius, what – fuck.’

He moves quicker, more erratic, his breathing heavier, raspier. There’s nothing hotter to Sirius than Remus losing his carefully-kept composure, devolving into groans and whimpers, into desire and want.

‘Harder,’ he encourages, ‘show me what you’d do to me.’

Remus lets out a deep groan, biting into his shoulder, working his hand harder and faster over Sirius’ cock as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts.

‘Fuck,’ Sirius whimpers, ‘fuck, I can’t wait to have you.’

‘Sirius -’ Remus’ voice comes out unsteady and whiny, his teeth biting down on his earlobe.

‘Are you thinking about fucking me?’ Sirius asks, as his world slowly devolves into nothing but thrusts and warm hands, lips and teeth and need. Something’s coiling in his stomach, something that needs Remus to tell him.

So, when he gets no response other than raspy breaths and frantic love bites, he pushes: ‘Are you?’

‘Yes,’ Remus exhales, his fingers running over the head of Sirius’ cock in the way he knows will have him coming before long.

‘Tell me,’ Sirius moans, pushing back against Remus, pushing his legs together tightly.

‘I want -’ Remus starts, stops, moans. Starts again, ‘I want to fuck you.’

His voice goes right to Sirius' core.

‘I'm -' he whimpers. Then, he's rolling his head back against Remus’ as he comes, his breath stuttering as he devolves into incoherent moans.

‘Sirius,’ Remus moans, thrusting harder, urgently, pulling on Sirius’ hipbone, fingernails digging into him.

‘Fuck,’ he whines, and Sirius feels the warm liquid smearing between his thighs as Remus comes apart with a deliciously drawn-out moan.

‘Fuck,’ he repeats, after they’ve both caught their breath. ‘That was… hot.’

‘Yeah,’ Sirius agrees happily, squeezing Remus’ hand before turning his head to capture him into a long kiss.

Then, he whispers meaningfully: ‘Next time.’

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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 9: Butt Plug [word count 932]

cw: NSFW

Sirius knew something was different from the moment he stepped in their shared flat and Remus all but lunged at him, pushing him against the door and kissing him feverishly.

"Hey, what’s this all about?" he smiled when they came up for air. "Not that I’m complaining, mind you."

"I-" Remus bit his lip. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, I like surprises," Sirius said, only to correct himself when Remus tugged him towards the bedroom. "Actually, I love surprises."

He didn’t complain when his boyfriend pushed him on the bed only to climb on top of him and start kissing his mouth, his jaw, his neck. Sirius’s breath became ragged and he clawed at Remus’s jumper, finally managing to get it off him so he could lick a strip across his collarbones, making Remus shiver.

"So?" Sirius whispered. "Where’s this surprise?"

Remus moved slightly back, quickly unbuttoning his trousers. Sirius felt himself get harder only at the sight of Remus straining against his pants, but then Remus took his hand and placed it behind him, dipping under the waistband. When his fingers brushed a texture that wasn’t skin, Sirius’s eyebrows flew up.

"Is that…" he stared at his boyfriend.

Remus nodded and Sirius immediately slithered away from underneath him to move behind him, carefully tugging Remus’s boxers down, his mouth dropping open when he saw the blue base of the butt plug resting against his cheeks.

"Moony…" he managed to say, his cock twitching in his trousers.

"I wanted to try it, so you could…" Remus let the sentence hang in the air.

"Oh, baby," Sirius smirked, passing a finger around the base and feeling Remus shiver. "Did you open yourself up just for me?"

Remus moaned as Sirius pushed lightly on the base.

"How long have you worn it?"

"The whole afternoon," Remus whispered. "I wanted to be ready for you."

"You really want to finally have my cock in your ass, don’t you? Is that what you were thinking about when you worked this inside you? My cock filling you up nicely?"

Remus nodded and moaned once again when Sirius tapped the plug.

"Get those off," he tugged on the boxers and trousers. "I want you to spread your legs wide for me."

He got off the bed to take his own clothes off as quickly as possible and retrieved the lube from the bedside table drawer. When he looked at the bed again, Remus was naked, ass in the air and his cock hard against his stomach.

Sirius all but jumped on the bed again, positioning himself behind his boyfriend.

"I think you’ve worn this long enough, Moony," he said, his fingers carefully tugging the plug.

It was almost mesmerising to watch it slide out of Remus, remnants of lube still coating it. When he got it out, Remus whined at the emptiness and Sirius wondered if he had ever been that hard.

"Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you something else to fill you up," he smiled, squirting lube on his hand.

He quickly coated his length before grabbing Remus by the hip and maintaining him in place as he placed his tip against his hole.

"Look at you, Moony," he purred. "Already opened up, so eager for my cock."

"Don’t tease."

“Why?" Sirius pushed just a little bit before immediately backing down, smirking at Remus’s whine. "You sound lovely when you’re desperate."

"Think about how I’ll sound when I’m about to come with your cock inside me."

Sirius’s brain short-circuited at that and he finally pushed his cock in Remus’s hole, slowly to let him adjust.

"Is this okay?" he asked as his hips connected with his boyfriend’s ass in the same moment Remus let out another moan.

"‘s so good," Remus moaned.

"Do you want me to move?"

Remus’s hand reached back and grabbed Sirius’s wrist.

"I want you to fuck me, Pads. Hard."

Sirius just nodded, moving back so that he almost slid completely out before slamming his hips against Remus’s ass again.

"Like that?"

"Just like that. Please," Remus moaned again.

Sirius started to move again, soon setting a punishing pace, reveling in how Remus felt around his cock and how his moans echoed around the bedroom walls, sometimes peppered with coherent words in them.

"Like that… Fuck, yes."

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sirius groaned.

It didn’t take long for Remus’s moans to become more urgent, for Sirius to start losing his rhythm.

"Are you close?" he managed to pant. "Because I am so fucking close to coming inside you."

"Fuck, yes, please, I’m-"

Remus didn’t even finish his sentence before tightening around Sirius and coming with a scream. Sirius did the same a second later, burying himself deep inside Remus as he came before draping himself over his boyfriend’s back trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he managed to say after a while. "Can’t believe we waited so long to do that."

"‘s worthy," Remus mumbled from the pillows he had fallen into.

Sirius carefully slid out of Remus, another mumble coming from the pillows.

"What?"

"Plug," Remus groaned. "Want to keep your cum inside me."

"Fuck," Sirius whispered, getting the plug from where it had rolled on the bed and pushing it carefully inside Remus’s hole. "You’re driving me crazy tonight, Moony."

He collapsed by his side, Remus’s arm finding his waist, his gaze glazed over.

"Thought you were already crazy, with your bloodline," he smirked.

"I’m only crazy about you, my love," Sirius kissed his boyfriend’s temple. "Now get some sleep, we’ll take a shower later."

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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 7: Masks [word count 756]

cw: NSFW

Remus really wouldn’t have imagined that getting dragged after work to this kind of event would have turned out way different from what he had first thought when James had told him.

"A masked party? Really?" he had scoffed.

"It’s for charity! Please, Remus? I don’t want to go on my own."

"You’re the CEO of the Potter Foundation, it’s your job."

"And you’re my PR, you can’t leave me unsupervised, I might do something stupid."

Remus had no idea where James was right now, if he was behaving like his role dictated or no. He didn’t really care. After the first glass of champagne, which had proved quite difficult to drink when you had a velvet mask covering up half of your face, Remus had stopped caring about anything else other than the man across the ballroom. The one in a silver mask, a long cape draped across his shoulders, a smirk over his own champagne cup. Remus was generally a careful man, very discerning when it came to people he found attractive, but this time something about that smirk, about the bubbles in his cup, about the masks, especially the masks, had made him throw everything to the wind. So much so he had ended up in a small office, bent over what looked like a very expensive desk, the stranger in the silver mask’s cock buried deep in his ass. He groaned, his hands gripping the desk as the stranger started to move.

"These are the kind of parties I prefer," a posh voice streamed into his ear.

"Fucking strangers on a desk?" Remus grunted.

"Especially this desk."

The stranger picked up the pace and Remus moaned.

"You’re liking it, aren’t you? You bent over so quickly when I told you, so eager to please me…"

His hand reached around him, finding Remus’s hard cock and stroking it a couple of times.

"Fuck, yes, please," Remus moaned.

The stranger stilled.

"Please what?"

"Keep going. Please. Touch me, fuck me. Please."

"As I said, so eager to please."

Remus could hear the smirk in the stranger’s voice as he stroked his cock once again before just resting his hand around him while he moved his hips back, leaving Remus empty except for the tip of his cock. Remus whined.

"Fuck yourself on my cock, baby," the stranger whispered. "Fuck yourself on my cock and into my hand.”

Remus nodded and moved back, moaning when he felt the stranger’s length fill him again, his hand moving on his own cock. Gripping the desk even tighter, he started moving faster, beads of sweat starting to soak the velvet of his mask.

"Like that, just like that," the stranger groaned. "Good boy."

Remus picked up the pace, moaning harder when the stranger did the same, slamming into him relentlessly while his fingers gripped his cock tighter. The world around him was becoming a blur and he felt his stomach tighten in that familiar sensation.

"I’m gonna-" he panted. "I’m gonna come."

The stranger’s other arm reached across him, moving him so he ended up against his chest, his cock still pounding in his ass, his hand moving faster against his cock.

"Then come," the stranger whispered.

And Remus complied, letting go with a scream, coating the stranger’s hand and a part of the desk in his cum.

"Fuck baby, you did so good," the stranger moaned.

Remus braced himself against the desk once more, feeling the stranger’s thrusts becoming erratic until, with a groan, he buried himself deep, his cum shooting in Remus’s ass.

"Fuck," the stranger whispered after a while, "that was so good."

He slowly pulled out and Remus turned around, watching the silver mask now sticking to his face, black curls escaping from behind it.

"Can I…" he panted. "Can I know your name?" he asked.

"Better not," the other answered, tucking himself back in his expensive trousers. "I’m bad news anyway."

Remus kept watching him as he walked to the office door before looking back.

"I’d go from here quickly. My father doesn’t like anyone in his office."

And like that, he disappeared. Remus took the time to make himself vaguely presentable before sneaking out. As the office door closed behind him, his eyes fell on the plaque on it: Orion Black, CEO and Founder of Black Industries Ltd.

"Fuck," Remus whispered, the name very present in his mind as the main rival of the Potter Foundation.

James had insisted he accompanied him to this party, and now he would probably kill him.

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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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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 1: Spanking [word count 444]

cw: NSFW

It happened by accident. They were hidden in Remus's bed, tongues tangled together, Sirius grinding down on Remus to chase all the friction he could when Remus's arms had shot up to grab him and one of his hands missed the mark between a moan and a movement, ending up slapping Sirius's ass. Sirius's breath caught and Remus's eyes went wide.

"Shit, Pads, I'm sorry!"

Sirius swallowed, his head a bit reeling.

"No, I..." he hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Do it again?"

Remus raised an eyebrow and Sirius felt himself blush but he nodded.

"Please?"

The second slap hit him and his breath caught again in the same instant he felt his cock jolt in his trousers.

"You like it?" Remus's voice was low.

"Yes, I... I think I do."

"Really?" Remus's hand was now squeezing his ass while the other one grabbed his hair. "You like being spanked, darling?"

"Yes," Sirius said.

"Such a bad boy," Remus purred, his tongue tracing Sirius's neck and making him shiver. "And bad boys need to be punished, don't they?"

Sirius knew he had lost control the instant a tug on his hair made words tumble out of his mouth.

"Yes. Please."

"Please what?"

"Punish me. Spank me. Please, Moony."

A second later, he was being forced off Remus's lap before being manhandled across his legs as his boyfriend quickly tugged his trousers and pants so that his ass was exposed, his hard cock against his thighs.

"Let's see how many spankings this bad boy can take," he heard the smirk in Remus's voice.

The first hit made him groan, but the second already made him moan out loud. He felt his skin grow warm under Remus's hand, heat pooling at the base of his spine.

"Harder," he breathed. "Please."

"So polite," Remus whispered just before spanking him again.

Sirius lost count after the fourth one, everything that wasn't the feeling of his tingling skin or of his hard cock trapped between his stomach and Remus's trousers forgotten. He was vaguely aware he was moaning and begging incoherently, but it was the only important thing in the world after all, Remus's hand spanking him and his cock twitching until his vision went blurry and he came, moaning Remus's name.

He was just starting to become aware of his surroundings again, of the nice sensation of pain on his skin, of the stickiness on his stomach when Remus's voice streamed in his ear.

"You've come on my clean trousers. Bad boy."

Sirius craned his neck to smirk at his boyfriend, moving his back so that his ass stuck out.

"Punish me again then," he purred.

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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 6: Voyeurism [word count 678]

cw: NSFW

Since the day James had taken it out of his trunk with a flourish and a smirk on his face, Sirius had been utterly in love with the Invisibility Cloak. What better way to explore the castle after curfew, of committing every nook and cranny to pen and paper when they had been working on the Map, of planning and preparing every single prank the Marauders had devised. He had never thought about using it like this. It hadn’t been planned at all, he had just walked back to the dorm after a Kitchen run, pockets filled with sweets, silently, of course, because even knowing Peter was at Chess Club, Remus in the Library and James doing Prefect rounds someone could still see the door open apparently on its own and only the Marauders were privy to James’s magical inheritance. The problem was, Remus wasn’t in the Library. When Sirius had walked into the dorm, he had frozen in place hearing moans come from Remus’s four-poster. Realising what he had walked on, he had taken a step back before another moan had stopped him.

"Fuck, Sirius…"

His eyes wide, Sirius hadn’t been able to stop himself from walking closer to Remus’s bed. The curtains weren’t drawn and he had to bite into his hand not to make a sound when he saw Remus sprawled on the covers, his legs open and his trousers unbuttoned. He had his eyes closed, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other slowly stroking his hard cock. Sirius’s mouth went dry. He felt his own trousers suddenly become too tight and he clutched the Cloak around him not to accidentally let it slip.

"Sirius…" Remus moaned again, his hand moving faster.

So he had heard right. So the number of times he had jerked off to the thought of Remus, Remus might have done the same with him. That thought only made him harder, his eyes still fixed on Remus’s hand moving up and down his cock, precum already dripping from the tip. He could tell he was close, and his brain short-circuited at yet another moan calling his name.

"Sirius, fuck…"

The Cloak fell on the floor.

"Here, Moony," he said.

Remus almost jumped a mile in the air, immediately turning the colour of a Gryffindor banner and scrambling to cover up.

"What the fuck?! What are you doing here?!"

Sirius climbed on the bed, kneeling by Remus’s side, his eyes fixed on him.

"Helping you," he smiled. "If you want."

Remus’s eyes went wide.

"Helping me?"

"Just lie back down," Sirius pushed him lightly and positioned himself between Remus’s legs.

He had the time to see Remus flush ever redder before he licked around the tip of his cock and Remus’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips.

"You can keep calling my name if you want, it’s really hot."

He licked a couple of times more before taking Remus in his mouth.

"Fuck, Sirius, fuck…"

Sirius braced his arms against the mattress to better move his head and concentrated, doing his best to swallow Remus’s entire length. His moans went on, sometimes with his name or exclamations peppered in, and Sirius had never heard anything hotter.

"Sirius… Sirius, I’m close…" Remus panted after a while.

Sirius released his cock from his mouth and looked at him, his pupils blown, sweat on his forehead, looking like a dream come true.

"I want you to come in my mouth," he whispered, his voice already hoarse.

Remus groaned and Sirius took him back in his mouth, sucking faster. He was straining in his trousers but that wasn’t the important thing, the important thing was Remus’s cock twitching in his mouth, the moans coming from him getting louder and more incoherent. When he came, almost shouting his name, Sirius swallowed every last drop before finally sitting back and looking at his friend’s devastated face.

"Come here," Remus muttered.

Sirius was barely by his side when he was pressed against the mattress, Remus’s fingers undoing his belt.

"Let me return the favour now."

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@wolfstarmicrofic - October spice prompt 16: Throat Fucking [word count 590]

cw: NSFW

“Moony, I said I’m sorry!”

Remus whirled around as his boyfriend followed him into the living room of their flat.

“You always say that, then at the next work event I accompany you to I inevitably find you babbling about our private things with strangers!”

“There’s an open bar and it’s usually so boring,” Sirius got closer. “You can’t blame me for wanting to brag about how amazing my boyfriend is in bed,” he placed his hands flat on Remus’s chest. “About how well he fucks me, about how I want to jump his bones every time I look at him…”

Remus swallowed, taking Sirius’s wrists in his hands and holding them away from him.

“You have another one of these events tomorrow, right?” he said slowly.

Sirius nodded.

“Open bar again? Tendency to say stuff again?”

“I don’t think I can help myself,” Sirius smirked.

“We’ll see about that,” Remus said, letting Sirius’s wrists go. “Get on your knees.”

Sirius’s eyes went wide but he complied all the same, lowering himself in front of Remus, his hands sagely on his knees. Remus passed a thumb on his lips and felt his cock start to harden when Sirius opened his mouth and sucked on it, never breaking eye contact.

“So easy,” he scoffed.

“Right back at you,” Sirius said around his thumb, hand raising to palm Remus through his trousers.

“Hands off. Actually, hands behind your back.”

Sirius flicked his tongue around Remus’s thumb as he clasped his hands behind him. With a smirk, Remus unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them with his pants, his cock raising against his stomach. He grabbed Sirius’s hair, his other hand stroking himself a couple of times.

“Open up darling,” he said. “Let’s see if you can still babble with your pretty mouth stuffed.”

He slowly pushed inside Sirius’s warm mouth, stilling when he felt his throat constrict, and looked at the view, Sirius’s eyes still wide, his lips stretched around his cock, the breaths he was taking though his nose as he adjusted.

“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth,” Remus smiled, stroking Sirius’s hair for a second before grabbing a fistful. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten I’m angry at you.”

He slowly pulled all the way out, stroking himself and passing the tip of his cock all over Sirius’s lips.

“Good boy,” he smiled. “Now open wide.”

This time, he didn’t move slowly. He pushed all the way in Sirius’s mouth, keeping him in place by his hair and started moving at a punishing pace, ignoring the muffled sounds coming from his boyfriend. Sirius’s eyes filled with tears and that only made Remus fuck himself into his mouth faster as spit started to dribble from Sirius’s lips.

“Fuck, Sirius, your mouth,” he groaned, picking up the pace as Sirius chocked around him, doing his best to keep his hands behind his back.

He felt the familiar tug behind his navel and just managed to sheathe himself all the way as Sirius gagged before he came. Panting, Remus pulled out and kneeled down, wiping Sirius’s tears from his face as he swallowed before tugging him into a hug.

“You did so good darling,” he murmured, kissing his temple. “How are you feeling?”

Sirius’s voice was barely more than a croaked whisper when he answered.

“‘m so good Moony…”

“Good,” Remus nodded, before smirking. “And now that your voice is ruined you won’t be able to say anything inappropriate tomorrow.”