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“Oh my god, holy shit, this is so crazy.” Sirius pants and whines, squirming blindly under Remus’ barely-there touch—his other senses heightened by the soft fabric of the blindfold.
Remus shushes him gently, “Breathe baby, I want this to be good for you.” Sirius knows Remus is standing in front of him, looking down; he can feel it.
“It’s soooo good, Moony, it’s too good. I need more.” Sirius was hot all over, and the anticipation Remus has been building is making him ache. Sirius was grateful for the support of the chair, the seat sturdy under him in his strong grip, adding friction where he needed it while he squirmed.
“Always so greedy,” Remus chides, but Sirius can hear the amusement in his voice, so he tests his limits. He reaches out blindly for Remus’s thigh, his teasing fingers inching closer and closer toward—
“I know what you’re doing.” Remus dismisses, pulling away and walking behind Sirius so he’s out of reach—always so patient. “Be good, Sirius.”
“Or what?” Sirius faked innocence but the grin on his face told a different story. At this Remus scratched up Sirius’ arm like a match igniting, his other hand wrapped around Sirius’ neck, tilting his head back.
“I think you know what happens to bad boys,” Remus whispered hotly in his ear. Sirius loved when his Moony got like this—confident and predatory. He could feel Remus’ stare burn holes in him, hot with desire. Sirius’ whole body and brain went fuzzy, his skin tingling at Remus’ touch and voice. “Don’t you?” he squeezed his neck gently. Sirius moaned. “Do you want me to stop?” Remus asked, taking his hands away and Sirius’ body lost all its heat. He needed the heat, he wanted Remus to light him on fire.
“No! No, no, no, please, come back, I’ll be good! I’ll be so good, I promise, please!” Sirius begged.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, baby, I’m here.” Remus returned his touches in loving earnestness, running his thumb over Sirius’s bottom lip.
“Open up for me,” Remus said calmly.
Sirius immediately obeys; he feels so open and trusting to Remus like this, excited for what’s to come.
“Good boy, such a good boy.”
Sirius lets out a shaky breath awfully close to a whimper and he feels himself leak in his briefs. His tongue reaches out to swirl around Remus’ thumb, and Remus gives him his fingers. Sirius eagerly takes Remus’ wrist in both hands, pushing Remus’ long strong fingers further into his mouth. Remus’ other hand is petting Sirius reverently anywhere he could reach and Sirius feels volcanic—moaning around Remus’ fingers.
“Relax, baby,” Remus soothes, “relax.”
