Love-Lorn Pup | Scourgifies and Their Improper Applications

[amuly]

Title: Love-Lorn Pup
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,138
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus has always been able to drive Sirius mad, knowingly or not.
Warnings: underage masturbation, but the sex is of-age.
A/N: Written for deathlyxhellos  for my fic prompt meme (which still has 3 open spots, if anyone wants fic...). The prompt was: Remus/Sirius sexual tension.

 

Sirius gnawed at his lip, staring at Remus' scar-covered back as the thin boy shucked off his jumper. Newly-developing muscles rippled beneath pale skin as Remus fumbled under his bed, looking for his pajama bottoms. Sirius shifted on his own bed, erection swelling to full turgidity in a moment. Bollocks.

It just kept happening. Sirius risked a mournful glance down at his lap. Sure, he had lived with morning wood his whole life. But these erections: these were something different. Insistent. These were a pulling at his stomach, a coiling of arousal, a tightness in his balls, cock, entire being unless he did something about it.

With one last glance at the beautiful boy emerging triumphantly from under his bed, pajama bottoms in hand, Sirius yanked his curtains shut and cast a silencing spell around him. He had a deep suspicion as to why silencing spells were taught in third year – him learning about them just a few months ago coincided just a bit too perfectly with these newly-arising urges.

As he fisted himself – quick, jerky strokes, designed to bring himself off with the least amount of hassle – Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and thought about Remus. Pretty, pretty Remus: with his scarred, pale skin; with his bony arse that Sirius just couldn't stop staring at, wondering what it would be like to squeeze it; with his red lips, all chapped and cracked from gnawing on them too much in the cold winter months, bent over a book or piece of parchment. All those terrible little imperfections, somehow adding up into this boy that made Sirius' heart and cock ache all at once, sending him off to wank behind closed curtains every chance he could.

With a whimpering cry Sirius came, arousal pulsing in his hand as a few strands of come shot out onto it. Panting, Sirius collapsed backwards onto his pillows, heart beating madly in his chest. As the pleasure from his orgasm faded, it was replaced by a deep sense of loneliness and despair. A tear tracked down Sirius' face as he rolled on his side, wiping his hand half-heartedly on his sheets.

Remus would never want him back. Sirius was a boy for one, and normal boys didn't like other boys. For another, Remus was bloody brilliant. Sirius was just a lonely wanker hiding behind silencing spells and curtains. With a soft sniff, Sirius buried his face in his pillow and tried to fall asleep.

 

21 years later

 

Sirius groaned. Holy fuck, but Remus had no idea how sexy he was, sucking on the nib of his quill. Growling, Sirius tried his best to surreptitiously adjust himself in his seat. Wouldn't do to have old Snivellus look over and be confronted by Sirius' raging hard-on. Didn't want to shock the poor sod with the sight of a real man's erection.

Absently stabbing the kitchen table at Grimmauld place with his lock-picking knife, Sirius waited. And waited. And waited, for this bloody inane stupid farce of a meeting to end. They hadn't learned anything new, Harry was still at his Aunt and Uncle's, and holy fuck Remus was just going to suck the fucking marrow out of that quill.

A gentle cough to his right caused Sirius to rip his eyes away from Remus' cheeks so sinfully hallowed around the nib of his quill. Kingsley was glancing sidelong at him. “Impatient today?” he prodded.

Sirius snorted. “Fuck off, Kingsley,” he grumbled. “Don't think I didn't see Moody's eye staring at your arse for the first ten minutes of the meeting.”

Kingsley shrugged, not even bothering to deny the accusation.

Five minutes later – five minutes longer than Sirius ever imagined he'd be able to sit in a room with an erection hard enough to stupefy a man and not do anything about it – the meeting adjourned, Order members milling about to catch up.

Sirius was having none of that. With a growl he threw his chair back, knocking aside anyone that got in his way as he headed straight for Remus, like a dog on the scent of a bone. Which, essentially, he was.

“Bedroom,” he snarled into Remus' ear. He wrapped a hand around Remus' elbow and guided the bewildered young ex-professor through the halls of Grimmauld and up the stairs, completely ignoring the whispers and snickers from their fellow Order members.

Upon reaching their shared room, Sirius did three things in quick succession: threw Remus onto the bed, locked the door with a flick of his wand, then turned the wand on Remus and himself and vanished their clothes.

Remus stared at Sirius' – now finally, finally fucking finally free – erection, jutting red and proud out in front of him. “Need me for something?” Remus asked, all dry wit and calm control.

Sirius glared as he stalked closer to Remus on the bed, erection bobbing with every step. “You have no idea how fucking hot you looked, Remus. Merlin's virgin arsehole, Remus: sucking on that quill, cheeks hollowed out,” Sirius had reached the bed now, running one hand over the gentle curve of Remus' cheekbone. “You've always been oblivious to how beautiful you look, the things you do to me.”

Sirius trailed off as Remus' eyelashes flickered. A slow smirk spread across his face, Sirius' mouth falling open as Remus' turned more up.

“You...” Sirius gasped. “You knew?!” Remus kept smiling. “You did it on purpose?!”

Remus arched a coy eyebrow. “Well. I was in the mood.”

With a growl Sirius leapt atop Remus, wrestling him to the bed and over, until Remus was on his stomach, shaking with laughter beneath him. “You arsehole!” Sirius shouted, hand reaching for his wand. Pointing it at Remus' arse, he muttered a quick lubrication spell. He grinned at the way Remus' body tensed up, then immediately turned to jelly as he felt the spell at work inside of him. “I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Sirius grunted. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside Remus.

Remus groaned and writhed beneath Sirius, meeting him thrust for thrust as they pounded away at each other on Sirius' musty old bed. As Sirius' thrusts grew harsher, Remus' shouts and cries climbed higher and higher. Arousal thrummed through the two men as they fucked, until Sirius could take the tension no more and it all snapped out of him, pouring into Remus' clenching arse.

As Sirius collapsed forward he fumbled blindly for Remus' cock, only to find Remus already spurting all over the sheets, body shuddering beneath Sirius in orgasm. Sirius cried out as Remus' orgasm caused him to clench afresh around Sirius, wringing a last few drops of come out of his wilting erection that he didn't even know were there.

They lay there, sweaty and spent and Sirius on top of Remus, until Remus spoke. “Some punishment.”

Sirius somehow found the energy to throw Remus up against the pillow and descend onto him again.

Title: Scourgifies and Their Improper Applications
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,067
Rating: R
Summary: Sirius really wants to rim Remus; Remus is rather nervous over the disgusting details.
Warnings: rimming
A/N: Written for moon2411  for my fic prompt meme (which still has 3 open spots, if anyone wants fic...). The prompt was: First time rimming and a shy Remus: Sirius wants to rim Remus for the first time but Remus is a bit shy about it.

 

 

Remus shivered as he stepped out of the shower. The water had gone cold long minutes ago, but he couldn't bring himself to step out. Not until he wasn't absolutely positive that every centimeter he could reach was clean: outside and... in.

A small twinge from his arse told Remus that he might have overdone it a bit. But tonight was the night. After months of Sirius absolutely begging him, Remus was finally giving in and letting Sirius do something to him that Remus really, really could never imagine doing to Sirius.

He was going to let Sirius lick his arsehole.

Remus shuddered again, even as he glanced around the bathroom for his hand mirror. He didn't know why Sirius wanted to do this so bad. At first Remus had thought Sirius just wanted Remus to return the favor, which was why he was pushing it so hard. But sometimes late at night, hands wrapped around each other's arousals, Sirius would whisper to Remus how much he wanted to, how hot it made him thinking about putting his tongue... there... Judging by Sirius' lack of stamina on such occasions, he really did think it was hot. Somehow.

Sirius started banging on the door just as Remus found his mirror. Ignoring him, Remus held the mirror behind him with one hand and parted his arsecheeks with the other. Hell. It was still... brownish. It looked dirty.

In a panic, Remus scrambled around the loo for his wand. Sirius' pounding at the door was getting more insistent. “Easter hols'll be over by the time you get out here!”

Pointing his own wand at his arse, Remus muttered the first cleaning spell that came to mind: “Scourgify.”

“Fucking hell!” Remus' shout echoed off the bathroom walls. He dropped his wand to the floor, clutching at his arse. It stung. Merlin's hairy left nut, it fucking burned. It felt like the skin was being stripped away the inside and out of his arse.

The banging on the door stopped and it swung open, revealing a panicking Sirius. “Remus?”

Remus moaned, clutching his arse and curled rather pathetically on the tiled floors. “Sirius... balm...”

Immediately Sirius was there at his side, dropped down to his knees and wand out. Luckily for them Madame Pomfrey had taken a liking to Sirius and started teaching him some of the spells she used on Remus after full moons. A quick flick of Sirius' wand later, and Remus' arsehole was feeling worlds better.

“Thanks,” he tried to mumble, snuffling his red face into Sirius' lap. “Sorry-”

“What were you thinking?” Sirius' voice was harsh, but his hands gentle: caressing Remus' bum lovingly.

“Tried to scourgify my... you know,” Remus grumbled. He kept his face carefully buried in Sirius lap, opting not to look up and witness Sirius' reaction to this. “It was... brown. Dirty-looking.”

Remus couldn't see Sirius' face, though he did feel him quietly sigh and tense above him. Without a word from Sirius, Remus found himself being scooped up into his arms, carried bodily back to Sirius' bed. He allowed himself a small smile as Sirius threw him down onto the mattress, gazing up shyly at Sirius through the soft brown fringe that fell in his eyes. Sirius was gazing back at him, adoring grin lighting up his face.

“You, Messer Moony,” Sirius positioned himself on top of Remus, bearing down on him on all fours, “are a plonker.”

Remus giggled as Sirius attacked his neck, erections stirring as their squirming turned quickly to rutting, and teasing nips and kisses more passionate. Soon, Remus found himself rolling over on his stomach, panting and eager for Sirius' fingers to stretch him open.

He had forgotten almost entirely about his earlier embarrassment and trepidations when he felt a soft wetness lick at his entrance. He yelped, trying to scurry forward and away from Sirius' questing tongue. But Sirius' hands were gripping his arse fiercely, and his thighs were Remus' own.

“Sirius. Sirius, don't. It's... it's...”

“Delicious.” Sirius' breath was hot on Remus' arse, lips tracing the reverent word against Remus' twitching pucker. Remus gasped, hips twitching involuntarily against the sheets as a spike of arousal went through his system. The way Sirius had said that, and the way his mouth had felt so warm against Remus...

He canted his hips back, burying his face into his arms and duvet as he felt it burning red. Sirius' tongue lapped at him again, gently. Remus squirmed and squeezed his eyes shut harder. It felt... his arse clenched reflexively as Sirius pressed his tongue harder against it, lapping at him with more and more insistent strokes. It felt good. Really, really good.

Remus hadn't realized he had moaned out loud until Sirius pulled back, nuzzling against Remus' arse lovingly. “You like it?”

In a rush Remus' earlier trepidations came back. “I... do you?”

Without a word from Sirius, Remus found his hand being manhandled until it touched against Sirius' erection. He gasped, stroking at it awkwardly. Sirius' groan gave him all the answer he needed. “I love it,” Sirius breathed, releasing Remus' hand as he bent back down to press his nose to Remus' hole. He lapped at it more rapidly, causing Remus to whimper and press his face harder against the duvet, hands clenching and unclenching in pleasure.

“So good,” Sirius was mumbling nonsense against Remus' arse between licks. “Just want,” Remus keened and cried out as Sirius pressed his lips against Remus' hole and sucked hard, “inside...”

Remus' entire body trembled as he felt Sirius' tongue breach him, fucking in and out only twice before Remus was coming, leaking cock trapped between his stomach and duvet, messing the sheets as his release rushed out of him. He found he could only groan weakly and lie there as Sirius continued to run his tongue along Remus' twitching arsehole, until a moment later Sirius stopped moving and sighed.

Blinking, Remus glanced back, surprised to see Sirius had come. He held a hand down, tugging Sirius up to him and snuggling his face into Sirius' chest. His face still felt too red to look Sirius in the eye.

“You liked it?” Remus asked, fingertips brushing curiously over Sirius' flaccid penis. Above him, Sirius groaned and pressed a kiss to Remus' hair.

“Loved it,” he murmured. “You came 'round, too,” Sirius continued on to teased.

Remus shoved half-heartedly at Sirius' chest with an embarrassed groan before relaxing into it. So maybe it hadn't been quite as terrible as he had thought.

He still didn't really want to return the favor.