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The balcony door has been open all day. The breeze, hitting the curtain in slow irregular patterns, doesn’t do much to provide relief from today’s heatwave. Remus pulls his t-shirt off and sighs, tilting his head back against the sofa. He doesn’t miss Sirius’s quick glance over at him from the sofa crease, or the way his eyes lingers at the patch of hair on the middle of Remus’s chest.
“Alright?” Sirius asks as he looks into Remus’s eyes.
Remus shakes his head.
“Warm,” he complains. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
Sirius glances at Remus’s one more time, a swift movement of his eyes before he nods.
“Sure.”
Remus smirks.
“What?” Sirius asks, a smile creeping up on his face.
Remus gets up and stretches his back. The way he arches his back and pushes his ass out might be intentional. The exaggerated whine that comes out as his muscles tense and release definitely is. He looks back at Sirius, and sure enough, he is staring right at his ass, mouth half open and eyes widened. The expression is reminiscent of something young, something tender that Remus noticed in him the first time they met.
When their eyes meet Sirius’s mouth snaps shut. His expression shifts into something put-off. The side of his mouth tenses into something snarky.
“Go shower, then,” he urges him, staring down at his book again. “Whatever.”
“Yup,” Remus responds, cheerful as ever. “I will. What’s got you all upset?”
Sirius snorts humorlessly.
“Not upset.”
Remus kneels down on the sofa next to him and grabs the side of his face. Sirius jerks away instinctively, affronted by the sudden touch, but Remus keeps him in place. Sirius relaxes, his eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Remus’s face. Remus rubs a thumb along the pretty row of beauty spots on his cheek. He leans down, and Sirius’s mouth meets his in a kiss.
Sirius exudes warmth, breath and skin seemingly emmenating it constantly. Remus can feel him lean into it before he does, even before he grabs Remus’s hip and squeezes it as he kisses him harder.
Remus pulls back, placing a hand over Sirius’s on his hip.
“Alright,” Remus says. “Time to take that shower.”
Sirius frowns. Remus holds back a laugh as he pats his hand twice and Sirius unwillingly loosens the grip.
Remus gets up and turns, heading toward the bathroom. He listens to Sirius’s angrily smacking lips, the huff as he tries to make sense of what just happened. On cue, the angry whine Remus has come to love escapes him.
“Wha- Remus!”
Remus stops. He’s still in Sirius’s line of sight. He laughs, putting on an innocence he knows that Sirius can see right through.
“What?” he asks.
Sirius glares at him, turning around to look at him from the sofa. Remus smiles.
“Fuck sake,” he mutters. “Stop acting innocent. I can see your hard-on from here.”
Remus chuckles, but angles his hips in a way so that his front is out of view.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, and then he walks away.
Towards the shower, away from the death glare he can practically feel boring into his back, grinning all the while.
-
Remus doesn’t touch himself in the shower. He practically pretends like his dick doesn’t exist, and as his body finally cools down, he softens. His skin does feel electric, though, like it does when he knows what is waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. He has a whiny, horny boyfriend to tend to. Remus would very much like to tend to him right now.
Remus takes his time washing up, and moisturising, combing through towel-dried hair. Sirius is probably seething at this very moment, and that is the whole point. Remus hangs up his towel to dry and pulls on a clean pair of boxers before he leaves the bathroom.
Sure enough, Sirius is seething, and waiting. He just likes to act like he isn’t.
When Remus enters the living room, Sirius has put his book away, instead he’s watching something on the TV. His legs are hanging over on one end and his head rests on the other. Remus knows Sirius can hear him, he also knows that Sirius thinks that two can play at this game, knowing that that absolutely isn’t true.
He says nothing as he pulls Sirius’s legs down to make room for himself and sits down. Sirius glances, quickly, probably not even registering him at all before he looks back at the screen. Remus chuckles under his breath.
“Something funny?” Sirius asks.
He really can’t play this game, and it’s hilarious.
“Yes,” Remus says.
Sirius looks at him then, and the glare he throws him immediately softens once he notices that Remus is practically naked next to him. Remus flushes a bit, shifting where he’s sat. He loves this.
“Okay,” Sirius says. “What’s so funny, then?”
He moves closer, to the middle cushion next to Remus. Remus can feel that heat he exudes, he can practically smell how turned on Sirius is.
“You are,” Remus responds.
“You really think so?” Sirius challenges him. “You really think I’m that fucking funny?”
Remus meets the fake glare and squints at it just to tease. Sirius bites his bottom lip.
“Hilarious,” Remus responds, eyes not wavering.
Sirius groans.
“I’ll show you ‘hilarious’,” he says.
Remus quirks an eyebrow, but before he has time to come up with a snarky comeback, Sirius crowds him. He puts his hands on Remus’s shoulders and pushes his mouth onto Remus’s aggressively. Remus decides to go with it, melting under the demanding touches as he leans back on the couch and lets Sirius grab him and kiss him until he is lying on top of him, asserting some dominance he doesn’t actually have. It feels good, that frustration, the scratch of Sirius’s teeth on the side of Remus’s throat. Remus sighs, content, and places his hands on Sirius’s hips as he starts to grind against him.
Sirius groans. The sound is half relief and half frustration, as if where they’re going isn’t really good enough but at least it’s something. Remus lets him have a few thrusts, he can’t really help but give him that when he feels so good and stiff as he brushes up next to Remus’s cock. Remus remembers what he really wants, though, and the hands he has on Sirius’s hips go harder, stopping him.
Sirius groans again, and now it’s all frustration. He reluctantly pushes himself up from where he was sucking and biting at Remus’s naked clean skin to stare at him. Remus smirks.
“You alright there?” Remus asks.
Sirius huffs.
“Was about to be,” he says. “What? You’re not?”
The angry inflection softens at the end. Remus’s heart swells a little bit. Despite how much he likes to fuck with Sirius on a daily basis, Sirius never really gets angry. He always wants to make sure everything is going well for Remus too.
“I am,” Remus says. “You could slow down, though.”
A real laugh slips from Sirius then.
“Slow down?”
Coming from Sirius, that whole concept sounds ridiculous.
“Yeah,” Remus says.
He kneads his hands onto Sirius’s ass, pushing him down. As their cocks align, only separated by soft fabric, Sirius gasps and his body shudders. Remus keeps him in place, letting those jumpy muscles settle, before he takes hold of Sirius’s hips again and pushes him back.
“Like that,” Remus says. “Yeah?”
Sirius looks down at him. Remus allows himself a moment to admire how pretty Sirius’s eyes are, although his light eyes are darkened with lust, Remus can still see the care and trust in them. Remus wants to kiss him, but he stops himself. Sirius nods.
“Okay.”
Sirius sighs, a long breath escaping him as he grinds down, softly, slowly. Remus pushes his hand between their bodies, brushing against Sirius’s dick, squeezes the hardness just a little bit.
“That’s it,” Remus says. “Just like that.”
Sirius moans. Remus feels him snuffle back into the crook of his neck, nipping softly at the skin as he humps him in a slow rhythm, into Remus’s hand, time and time again. There’s that young innocence again, that boundless trust in the fact that Remus knows how to best get them there. The frustration isn’t fully gone, but it isn’t bouncing all over the place. It’s concentrated into some sort of energy between them, some struggle to give up power
Nothing turns Remus on more than when Sirius gives up control, though he doesn’t do it easily. It takes a while, everything feels jumpy and all over the place and Remus has to ground him, let him rock into him at a slow pace until he stops fluttering about and Remus feels him centre, the insistent biting wavering, the shallow breaths deepening.
It’s maddening. Remus pushes back up, meeting the roll of Sirius’s hips. It catches Sirius off guard, and that’s what does it. He pushes up to look at Remus, and Remus can pretty much see the moment he goes there. When Sirius’s pleasure is put into Remus’s hands. His eyes are glazed over when he pushes his soft lips to Remus’s, softly, hesitantly, not fully going for it.
He needs permission.
Remus hums, and pushes a hand into Sirius’s hair. He watches the way his neck extends as he goes with the movement, before Remus pulls him back in close.
“Yeah,” Remus murmurs faintly. “Kiss me.”
Remus still has to meet his lips halfway. Sirius is very all or nothing. Either he wants all the control, or none of it, and when he first gives it up he needs help doing the simplest of things. Remus knows how to remind him that he still has some autonomy though. When Sirius gets lost in the feeling of their lips moving together, Remus just needs to tap Sirius’s hip for him to roll them down again.
An almost agitated moan escapes Sirius, his face scrunches, and he starts moving in a faster pace, lost in sensation.
Remus pulls back, two fingers placed on Sirius’s hip.
“Slow,” he reminds him with a whisper.
Sirius stops. With hooded eyes he regards Remus, some question in his eyes.
Remus already knows what he wants to ask.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Remus says.
He cups Sirius’s face with both hands, watches the small smile stretch Sirius’s lips as he thinks about it.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Are you ready to?” Remus asks, his fingers drumming along the shells of Sirius’s ears. “I could-”
“No,” Sirius says, shaking his head. “I’m ready. I want to.”
One of Remus’s hands disappears between them and he doesn’t have to feel around for long until he finds Sirius’s length, hard and thick against his hand. Yeah, he doesn’t need anymore help to be able to push inside. The way Sirius’s eyes shut as Remus wraps his hand around him faintly is almost enough of a tell.
Sirius lets Remus take the lead this time, not in such a rush anymore that he can’t wait a moment. Remus slides his hand beneath Sirius’s boxers, pushes them down. Sirius sits up and pulls off his t-shirt, putting all of that soft glittery skin on display. Remus just watches. He watches as Sirius has to sit back on his bottom between Remus’s legs and push his legs in the air in order to fully remove his underwear. He watches as Sirius’s face flushes pink as he laughs, putting a soft hand on top of Remus’s thigh. He watches how Sirius’s cock bobs, wet at the tip, as he shifts to sit on his knees and looks at Remus’s crotch, eyes glassy yet eager.
Remus licks his lips. God, he wants Sirius to fuck him now.
Sirius looks up at him with some hesitance as he curls his fingers around the hem of his boxers. Remus brushes his thumbs over the knuckles softly.
“Take them off.”
Sirius slides them down gently, and Remus bends his knees until he can push them past his ass and up his legs. Sirius sucks at his bottom lip as Remus settles his feet on either side of him, waiting to be told what he can do and when. Remus pushes one foot up on the back of the sofa and his hips to the side, opening himself up to Sirius in invitation.
“Lick,” Remus says.
Sirius bends down slowly, until all Remus sees is a mop of dark curls between his legs and feels a smooth, wet tongue push between his cheeks.
Remus’s eyes squeeze shut as Sirius practically laps at him, soft and teasing to the point that Remus’s body is all tingles, so nervous and twitchy. He takes a hold of his cock, strokes it slowly as Sirius circles his rim.
“God,” Remus moans. “Yes.”
Sirius hums in response, something deep and primal making itself known through his voice. He grabs Remus’s cheeks and pushes them apart, tilting his head to the side for better access as he wriggles his tongue inside.
“Sirius,” Remus gasps, pushing into it.
Sirius pulls back for a moment, and Remus looks at his flushed pink face as he smacks his lips once, twice, before he goes back in. He looks so adorably focused, Remus is going to fucking come just from this.
“Wait,” Remus moans. “Wait.”
Sirius stops.
“Hm?” he asks.
Remus sits up and takes Sirius’s face in his hands again, pulling him in until they’re nose to nose and he pauses. God, Sirius is warm. God, Sirius is soft. He blinks, a shy smile wrinkling his eyes. Remus has to kiss him, so he does, and Sirius kisses back eagerly.
Remus feels between his legs and wraps his hand around Sirius’s cock. He strokes it slowly, rubbing his thumb around the head, wet with precum. He kisses him deeper, some kind of hunger stirring inside. Sirius moans, hips jerking, he can’t seem to stop himself from moving into it.
“Fuck me,” Remus sighs, squeezing Sirius’s dick and kissing him deeply.
Sirius makes an agreeing noise and pulls away.
“Just let me-,” Remus says, and bends down.
He isn’t going to give Sirius a full blow job - neither of them can handle that - but he can’t stop himself from licking, and sucking, just a little bit. The moment he slides the tip between his lips, Sirius pushes into it with a shocked gasp. Remus puts his fingers on his hip, putting a stop to their movement, and pulls back with a ‘pop’.
“Sorry,” Sirius stutters. “It feels so--”
“Yeah,” Remus says. “It’s okay.”
He licks at the head and wanks him slowly. He spits on it, letting his hand push all the wetness over his cock until the strokes are slick and noisy and wonderful.
“Remus,” Sirius whines.
“Yeah,” Remus says again, sitting back up, “let’s just..”
He looks around.
“Get the lube for us, yeah?”
Sirius gets up off the sofa quickly, heading to the bathroom to retrieve the lubricant.
Remus lies back down, pushing his leg up on the back of the sofa, this time very ready to be filled up. He hears the quick patter of Sirius’s bare feet before he returns. Remus looks up at him comfortably as his other leg slides down to the floor, his foot planted to the ground. He feels powerful like this, confident, as he watches Sirius’s eyes flicker from his foot and up to where he is willingly spread open and waiting.
Remus tugs on Sirius’s hand where it’s swinging next to his head until Sirius bends down, and they kiss.
“Yeah,” Remus sighs once they part. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”
Sirius’s breath hitches.
“You’re good?” Remus asks.
“Yes,” Sirius says. “I’m-- so good.”
Sirius sucks his lip between his teeth and waits. Remus loves that trust, that openness in his eyes, as he waits for instruction.
“Go ahead,” Remus says.
Sirius sits down between Remus’s legs and uncaps the bottle of lube he brought. He puts some on Remus’s rim, then squirts a generous amount on himself. Remus watches as he slicks himself up, a pretty gasp escaping him as the wet feeling hits him. He tilts his head back, eyebrows knitting together as his hands stop.
“Sirius,” Remus beckons him. “Please.”
Sirius blinks, looking back down, remembering the task at hand.
“Now?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Remus says and angles his hips up. “Fuck me now.”
Sirius strokes himself quickly, making sure he is hard enough to push inside, and aligns himself with Remus’s hole. Remus reaches down and pulls at one ass cheek, holding himself open, and Sirius only has to push a little bit, sliding the tip around his rim as he goes, before he slides inside with a roll of his hips.
Remus exhales, feeling himself settle around Sirius’s cock.
“Come here,” Remus says, reaching out for him.
Sirius bends forward and Remus groans. He pumps his hips quickly, stroking Remus’s prostate as he goes, and pushes his forehead onto Remus’s shoulder.
“Sirius,” Remus says. “Slow down.”
Sirius’s breath hitches, his hands scrambling at Remus’s sides, but he does go slower. He pushes in and out of him at an almost robotic pace, more focused on following Remus’s wishes than on his own pleasure. Remus slides his leg down from the back of the sofa and wraps it around Sirius’s hips, going with his movements.
“Yeah,” Remus moans. “Fuck, Sirius. Like that.”
Sirius’s hands find their footing on Remus’s shoulders. He pulls himself up to look at Remus’s face and there are those glazed eyes and puffy lips, his skin scattered with those darkening red patches that indicate his arousal.
“Deeper,” Remus whispers.
Sirius pushes, and Remus wraps his other leg around his hips, putting his arms around Sirius’s back to move with him. Sirius moans, burying his face into the crook of Remus’s neck. They fuck torturousely slow, so deep and delicous Remus almost can’t stand it. Sirius feels amazing. He’s so hard, he makes Remus feel so filled up and desired.
“Is it good?” Remus asks.
He’s good with quiet. He loves listening to Sirius’s cut off little noises as he tries to hold back. But part of him just wants to hear him fall apart, to bring him back up just enough so that he can get him to beg.
“Yes,” Sirius groans.
“Yeah?” Remus grins. “You like fucking me?”
Sirius laughs. He stops moving for a moment, pulling back a bit farther just to push in hard. Remus’s body jolts at the sensation.
“I love fucking you,” Sirius says and kisses him.
“Oh,” Remus moans. “Do that again.”
He can feel Sirius’s smile.
“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back, looking straight into Remus’s eyes.
He reaches down between them and pulls out completely, grabs a hold of his cock to align himself, then pushes into Remus harder. Remus arches, his mouth opening on its own accord as he feels his startled muscles settle. Sirius goes back into rhythm, and Remus feels alive with want, every thrust better than the last. He takes himself in hand and strokes as Sirius brushes against him. Those sensations paired together always feel best, always makes him moan and writhe and squirm as he tries to match Sirius’s pace. The more he squirms, the less consistent Sirius gets. He falls into it with him, going off rhythm, biting into Remus’s shoulder as he fucks him harder and faster.
“Yeah,” Remus moans.
“I’m gonna come,” Sirius warns.
Remus can already hear it in his voice, the way he speaks on an inhale. It isn’t a matter of minutes, but seconds.
Remus grabs Sirius’s hair and stares into his eyes.
“Come in me,” he says.
He crashes their lips together, just to feel how hard Sirius shudders as it happens. Remus strokes himself faster, feeling Sirius spill inside of him, his open mouth failing to kiss back which somehow makes it even hotter.
“Unh, Moony,” Sirius manages as he starts to come back to himself, still fucking him senselessly. “Fuck.”
Remus feels loose down there, fucked open, simply taking as Sirius rides it out. The idea of that is even better, Remus isn’t far off himself.
“I wanna,” Sirius groans, his hips slowing. “I can’t--”
Remus knows what he means. He wants to fuck him until Remus comes, but he can’t, not when he’s pushing past the point of pleasure and into discomfort.
“It’s fine,” Remus urges him.
Sirius kisses him sloppily as he pulls out and that’s what does it, the delicious wet sound as he pulls out paired with Sirius’s eager imperfect kisses. Remus comes between them, wet ropes of come spurting between their chests and stomachs. He rolls his hips into it, fucking his fist to his own satisfaction, taken with the feeling.
“I fucking love that,” Sirius says. “I fucking love what a horny bottom you are.”
Remus laughs, elation enveloping him as he comes down.
“I’m a horny top, too,” Remus reminds him.
Sirius smiles.
“Same.”
Remus laughs again, and Sirius joins in. They’re a mess, and their sofa is probably ruined (again), but he can’t seem to care. The breeze from the window has cooled now, successfully dousing the heat in something like a chill.
Sirius lays himself down on Remus, kissing his collar bones softly. “I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too.” Remus whispers back, embracing his boyfriend.