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Parties in the Potter's residence were a common occurrence; Friday nights were almost certainly more eventful for Hogwarts students than both days of the official weekend combined. James and Sirius were the life of the party, and Remus and Peter simply liked to be around their friends. Which could be seen tonight quite starkly — James' palms were leaned flat against the family dining table, in a surprisingly challenging beer pong game against Lily and Marlene. Sirius was supposed to be his partner, though his attention had been quickly grabbed by shots and a new Ravenclaw transfer. Peter was probably passed out on the couch, the boy couldn't handle his liquor for the life of him. Remus, on the other hand, was watching the table top game from afar.
Perhaps not the game exactly, but rather the way Sirius was certainly not partaking in it whatsoever. Not that he cared — in fact, he found it funny that James' was getting his arse handed to him. It was just significantly less funny to watch a heavily jeweled hand brush the girl's hair behind her shoulder, only to rest on her upper arm. Remus wasn't even sure why he let it get a rise out of him. This was almost a daily occurrence; the only thing Sirius Black did more than flirt, was breathe and blink. And yet every single time, there was a heavy feeling in Remus' stomach, which lasted until he was finally done torturing himself and tore his gaze away.
He didn't drink often, but he'd do anything at this point to try and shut the nagging voice up that echoed inside his head. He snatched a bottle of beer, using his teeth to snap off the top and throw the drink back without much effort. It was enough to catch the attention of James, Marlene and Lily at first; an encouraging cheer from the male as the girls exchanged a rather shocked glance. The noise from James was enough to cause Sirius to turn, eyes slowly moving from one of his best friends to the other. Almost frozen for a second, the dark haired boy gives the girl a weak smile and an arm squeeze, before making his way over to Remus.
"What's the occasion, Moony? Something good, seems like," Sirius' finger taps against the bottle playfully, sculpted brows raising as he awaited the other's answer. It's almost flinching, the way Remus pulls back to put more space between the two of them. "It's a party, Pads. That's what you do at a party." The statement was sharp and for a moment, Sirius thinks he also hears just a tad of annoyance dripping from Remus' words. Before he can ask, though, he finds that Remus shoulders past to grab another bottle of beer — or three — to take to table as he takes over for Sirius.
The game didn't take long to end; it didn't take a rocket scientist to recognize that James was more than eager to let the girls win, if it meant he got to see Lily smile. While it was sweet, the part of Remus that was still replaying the way Sirius smiled at the girl earlier found it gag worthy. Or perhaps, it was the influx of alcohol settling in his system that his body was neither expecting or prepared for. Either way, Remus Lupin could say he finally understood what the word buzzed meant. Slightly off-kilter steps carried him up the stairs, suddenly quite warm and growing less tolerable of the loud music; he was looking for a place to hide away. He's sure he could find James' room with his eyes closed, which is exactly what he did, trying to nurse the growing headache before it got worse.
He didn't bother knocking, knowing there were plenty of places downstairs people would flock to before needing to come upstairs. Thankfully, it proved to be unnecessary, as Prongs' room was barren. Except for a slight mess, but this was James, it was to be expected. Kicking the door closed, it was almost immediately that he fell down against his friend's bed with a groan. He felt like shit both emotionally and physically; he thought drinking made things a better time, and yet his current state strongly disproved that. He hadn't even finished the thought completely when there was a slight knock on the door. Instinctively, he sat upright and even attempted to fix tousled hair, before a hoarse come in pushed past slightly parched lips.
Any other time, he wouldn't be surprised to see Sirius. In fact, it was common for the long haired boy to check in on Remus. But parties were different territory; the eldest Black son's only worries were what he was drinking and who he was fucking. Neither applied to Remus, though. "You look like shit, Rem," leaned up against the doorway, Sirius let his arms cross loosely over his chest. It wouldn't be him without some sort of teasing prod, but in truth, he hadn't seen Remus this way probably ever.
As if that's what he wanted to hear right now, Remus couldn't help the slightly annoyed chuckle that took place of saying his thought out loud. "Yeah, well. I look how I feel. Just need a nap, is all." Short and dismissive, he hoped it would be enough to encourage Sirius to go do something else, anywhere else but here. That wasn't quite the reaction he received though, as the other quietly shut the door and made his way to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
"I could've told you not to drink so much on your first try, but I don't think you wanted me to tell you much of anything," there was no use to beat around it, Sirius' mind had been racking itself to pinpoint a reason Moony would be mad at him since their earlier interaction. Nothing else he tried to distract himself with mattered; he didn't like when they fought, or even just when it was something like this. Passive and minuscule in the grand scheme of things, but wildly unlike them — unlike Remus. It was apparent on Remus' features he wasn't expecting that, shock quickly trying to turn into a sense of aloofness to pretend that wasn't the case.
"I don't know what you mean. Actually, I would have really preferred if -," the rambled explanation from the taller boy was cut off by the same jeweled hand that etched itself into his mind earlier squishing his cheeks, Sirius turning Remus' gaze to fall directly onto his face. "Don't bullshit me, Moony. Tell me what I did so I can make it better," the enunciation of each word caused a small chill to run down the lycanthrope's back, and he just blinked blankly. Remus tried to start the next sentence so many times, and yet it came out as a bunch of incoherent hums. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say, just something to make the eye contact feel less intimidating. If he was standing, he was almost sure his knees might have even buckled.
Sirius had a feeling. Presumptuous perhaps, or even more likely, it was a projection of his own feelings. Did he think Remus was jealous, or did he want him to be? The shorter boy couldn't be farther out of the closet; proudly swinging both ways, though it was slim pickings at Hogwarts for the boy's team. Even slimmer considering his achillean awakening was the very boy that sat beside him now. It was harder to be truly interested in anyone besides him. "You didn't... do... anything," Remus finally managed, though he shifted in an attempt to hide the way Sirius was holding his face caused his jeans to start feeling a bit restrictive.
For a moment, he was scared Sirius could hear his heart attempting to beat out of his chest. It wasn't uncommon for the boys to be touchy, years of friendship made it second nature, and yet this felt different. Sirius could sense it, too, though it seemed he was far more interested in making it prevalent than Remus. "You sure about that? Maybe not back there, then. But certainly I've done something now, " grey eyes flickered from Remus' face to his lap, the very corners of Sirius' lips turning up into a smirk. It was as if all the blood that wasn't pooling in his groin flushed to his face, and he could feel the heat beginning to radiate from his cheeks.
"I didn't know you were the jealous type, Remus. It's cute, really. I didn't realize I was the type you'd get jealous over either, if I'm being truthful." Something was stirring in Sirius' stomach, and he was determined to keep Remus as flustered as he was in this moment. It was the confirmation he'd been waiting years for, and it was more satisfying to see than it could've ever been to hear. Remus feels a lump form in his throat, and the initial idea to refute the claim is swallowed by the fact that he was flirting. Seriously flirting, unlike the innocent and jovial way he did with all of the Marauders. He could tell by the way Sirius was looking at him; like Sirius was the predator, and Remus was merely his prey.
He wasn't sure where the jolt of action came from, but Remus moved to close the space between them before insecurity settled back in. His lips desperately crashed into Sirius', and shaky, scarred hands moved to brush thick black hair from his friend's face to keep strands from being caught in the crossfire. It didn't take longer than a millisecond for Sirius to react, before his hands dropped from Remus' face to ball up in the fabric of his shirt and tug him practically onto his lap. Ringed hands grip the taller boy's waist so roughly for a moment, Remus is sure there will be violet and navy finger prints there after. Good.
Remus had barely kissed anyone, save for the awkward pecks of a girl his first year. School came first always, and even when his mind started to wander, it traveled to places he never dared to go. At least, before today. He worried he wouldn't know what to do when it came to this moment, and yet the instinct is almost animalistic and hungry, a small groan even erupts as Sirius' teeth lightly graze his lower lip. Hands are moving as frantically as their lips, Sirius' to push Remus back and Remus to make sure he pulls the other down with him.
Strong thighs now straddled Remus' lap, and as he was registering the butterflies swarming his stomach then, he was hit with another wave as with one swift movement, his arms were being pinned above his head. "If this is all you wanted Moony, all you had to do was ask, " Sirius was hovering a few inches above Remus' face, stern as stone until he feels the boy's hips push needily against him. "I didn't know h— I wasn't sure if you even—" Each word sounded breathier than the last, and it was apparent in his eyes there was a silent plead; one Sirius was more than happy to oblige. He stoops down to give bruising kisses down the man's neck each one rougher with a darker mark left to be seen.
He flips his hair as he raises his head, staring back down. For a moment, the lust breaks into something softer. For a moment, he's reminded that he doesn't just want to fuck Remus, he wants to love him. "Wasn't sure what? C'mon, Moony. Do tell. " Feigning innocence and ignorance, his free hand started to slowly work on the belt to Remus' trousers, direct eye contact made the entire time. There was a passion that came from Remus feeling so vulnerable underneath the man, stirring feelings he didn't even known humanly possible. With one sturdy tug, the belt slid from the loops of Remus' pants and it seemed like with just a flick of a wrist, the button and zipper proved no obstacle. If he was flustered before, the moment Sirius' hand dipped below the waistband of his boxers to wrap around him, Remus was sure if humanly possible? He would have exploded.
His hips involuntarily buck upwards, eyes finally breaking eye contact to flutter shut. "Down, boy," Sirius mumbled between playful hushes. His thumb quickly swiped the bead of precum building at Remus' tip, only moving from being able to look the other directly in the eyes to spit directly onto his hand. It was a slow stroke, in the hopes of a reaction. Which, as predicted, slowly followed. It was almost painful for Remus, the way he ached for far more than the teasing Sirius was so intent on dishing. Whining turned into huffing, and impatient squirming turned into small thrusts; a sense of charge Sirius had not been expecting. He wasn't sure he could possibly be more attracted to Remus than he always was, and yet panting and desperate, wriggling beneath him was a sight for sore eyes. The one he would chose to be the last thing he ever saw, if he could. He let go of Remus' wrists, to drop to his cheeks and let his thumb encouragingly slide across his cheek.
"Seems like you want something, Moony. I'm a dumb dog, commands tend to go over my head. You'll probably have to show me. " The words drip both taunting and sweet, and cause Remus' eyes to flutter back open with a slight groan. Something about being called Moony by him, like this, must have been what heaven felt like. Sirius' hand pumped a bit faster now, whines turning to audible panting. The hand from his cheek gently slid over to cover Remus' mouth with a bit of pressure, proving to be enough to make him spill right into the other's hand. He twitched, both above and below the belt, before a sharp inhale can be heard from behind the opposite hand that quickly drops to prop up beside his head.
Grinning more to himself than anything, Sirius moved his previously occupied hand from Remus' shaft to his lips, motioning for the taller boy to lick him clean. Bashful at first, Remus' nose scrunches up until he finds himself willingly agreeing, taking Sirius' fingers into his mouth to suck them dry. Remus moves a shaky hand through disheveled hair, before Sirius swings his legs so he's no longer straddling Remus. Acting as if he was going to stand, which he even doubts he can from how lightheaded Remus was from coming, Sirius' hands grabs his wrist. "Y'think I'm already done with you? You didn't throw a fit downstairs to just get a hand job, did you?" It was both playful and forceful; the later descriptor becoming something Remus might have enjoyed a bit more than he wanted to admit.
"I w-wasn't throwing a fit, " Seemingly regaining control of his words, his protest was met with just a cocked brow as Sirius tugged Remus' pants and boxers off inch by inch. His shirt was next, though it took only a moment to push it over Remus' shoulders and head. "I just didn't like watching you with that bloody girl," he mumbled, realizing for a moment, he felt terribly underdressed compared to Sirius still in jeans and a button up. It was obvious Sirius caught the look, to which he chuckled in response. He was smug, god — so smug. As annoying as it could be, it also caused heat to pool back again in his groin. Before Sirius could make a comment, which he would, Remus dove to kiss him again. But his hands now free of restraint, fumbled with trying to undo each button individually. Amused by how feverish his Moon could be, Sirius worked on undoing his jeans. It was a clumsy undressing, but both were more focused on what came next.
Before the kiss could get to heated, Sirius broke it to lean over Remus, struggling to tug open James' bedside table's drawer. James was no less of a sexual deviant than most boys in their twenties; of course there was lube. Sirius didn't even bother to shut the drawer, not that Remus would have given him to do it, with the way he was grasping at Sirius to press up against him once more. Remus' tongue pushed into Sirius' mouth at the same moment he heard the sound of soft thuds hitting the floor and a lubed finger pressed into him. A growl erupted from the back of Sirius' throat, a small curse against Remus' lips getting lost in sloppy kisses. Remus felt his best friend's bulge before, suffocated between the fabric of two pairs of pants. Sirius was hard, still, but this time his skin pressed down directly against Remus' thigh as Sirius was atop of him once more. "Fuck me. Please."
The words sounded like music to Sirius' ears, and he started gently moving his finger from tip to base inside of Remus. The whines and huffs became louder, something he certainly wasn't worried about considering everyone else was downstairs. It was more fuel if anything, for a second finger. It was slow, Sirius was determined to make it enjoyable and therefore not painful. There was a small adjustment sting, with the second and eventual third finger, but more than it hurt? He wanted Sirius, and he wanted him right then. Shoving the dark haired boy backwards, Remus moves to take his turn on top, hands quickly moving from Sirius' chest to rest on either side of his torso.
"You sure you're ready? It might hurt, Moony, I don't want you to think that I don't want to. God, I want to—" Sirius was rambling now, so engrossed in his own speech it wasn't until he felt Remus around him that he sputtered into a moan. Looking proud of himself for eliciting such a reaction, he takes a moment to sit as still as possible. It stung quite a bit more than Sirius' finger, but there was also the feeling of being full that slowly but surely turned moderate pain to pleasure. Sirius' eyes desperately monitored Remus' expression for any sign of distress, only relaxing the moment a soft sigh finally falls from the other's swollen lips. "Let me know when I can move, alright? We'll go slow. Gives me more time to look at how pretty you look on top of me, anyway, " he reassures, both of his hands gently grabbing Remus' hips to massage gentle circles against his skin.
Remus nods silently, taking in a small breath as his hands place themselves on both sides of their bodies on the bed. "Yeah?" Sirius is sure Remus can feel him throbbing at this point, and yet still holds restraint until Remus is sure. "Yeah. Yes. Yeah, please," Remus isn't sure where his body got the instruction manual from, but instinctively, his hips start to move as Sirius slowly thrusts as softy as he thinks he possibly could. If he could have guessed how he would spend tonight, it wouldn't be marked up, riding his best friend. And yet, he can't imagine he's spent his time doing anything but.
It's a slow progression, as slow as one can be in a moment like this, but it goes from soft strokes to something a bit rougher; more Remus' speed, Sirius has come to notice. As he raises his hips to meet in perfect time with the man on top of him. Their bodies fit and worked together perfectly, and Sirius was in awe as he watched his Moony pink, flustered and hard bouncing on his lap. He wasn't even sure how he's lasted this long, previously faint hold turning into an iron grip of guiding Remus directly down onto him.
"I think I'm going to —" "I love you." The two sentences fill the air at the same exact time, the first of the sentences coming from the boy on top, and the latter the bottom. Remus didn't even realize his eyes had been shut until they flew open to look down at Sirius. And those grey eyes were staring back up at him, almost as if they could speak, they'd repeat the statement that pushed from moaning lips a moment ago. "Be a good boy and come for me, Moony." Sirius said more hoarsely, almost worried Remus hadn't heard his statement the first time — or was ignoring the fact he heard anything. Remus swallows and a soft groan comes out instead of words, and before he can even stop himself, he's spurting across Sirius' chest and the lower half of his face.
Slamming Remus down onto him this time, Sirius himself spills over and inside, holding him in place to take it all at once; he's almost sure he even heard a stifled moan from the other. He can feel Remus twitch against his stomach just seconds before he himself twitched inside of the man. Sirius throws his head back, seeing stars and cursing himself for the exclamation at once. He wasn't expecting shaky hands to take to both sides of his face, let alone a brief kiss much calmer than anything else had been that night. It causes Sirius to prop himself up on his elbows, so he could get a better look at Remus, who's meek smile and rosy cheeks cause Sirius himself to blush.
"Yeah. I love you, too."