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“Oh good Christ what have you come as?!”
This wasn’t exactly the reaction Sirius was hoping for as James makes a noise that sounds like he’s choking on his own soul and actually clutches at the doorway.
“Fuck me.” he gasps, “You look- you look-”
Sirius had thought he looked good. Actually, scratch that, when Sirius had taken one final look in the mirror before he left he thought he’d looked bloody good. He crosses his arms and glares at James, who is now laughing hysterically and doing that stupid snort thing that makes him sound like some sort of wounded animal.
“You’ve got a tail!”
“It’s fake,” Sirius snaps, starting to feel self conscious, despite his luscious white tail (that he spent a frankly embarrassing amount of time making sure was sat just right) and the fact that he knows he looks fan-fucking-tastic.
“Noooo,” James says, mocking. “You don’t say.” He waves a hand up and down the general direction of Sirius’ body. “What- what even are you?!”
Sirius is offended. “I’m a stallion,” he says, as if it’s obvious. Which it is.
“Why?!”
“Moony told me to.” Sirius adjusts the fall of the mane around his shoulder and lifts his chin.
“Oh mate,” James says, shaking his head slightly pityingly. “He has you wrapped round his little finger.”
“He said it would suit me!”
“Of course he did.” James takes a step forward and claps Sirius on the shoulder. “Padfoot, mate, there gets to a point when-” he stops. “Are you- are you wearing contacts?”
Sirius hesitates but he can’t really deny it. “Yes but-”
“Why?!”
“Because-”
“Because Moony told you to?” James finishes for him and bursts out laughing again. “Oh my God, you’re such a simp.”
“I am not!”
“You are,” James insists. “You are the biggest, saddest simp I've ever met. You look like you’re about to be led out to fucking pasture!”
Sirius bristles. “Fuck off, Prongs.”
James lifts an eyebrow. “I don’t know why you’re coming for me. It’s Moony who’s been stringing you along since sixth form.”
Sirius scowls. Because James is not wrong. Sirius is well aware. Remus has been doing this since they were seventeen, smiling with his crooked teeth and adorable dimples and pushing back just enough to keep Sirius interested.
Ok, very interested. Interested enough that if someone else even tries to look in Remus’ direction when they’re together… well, Sirius has punched more than one bloke in a club over the past few years.
Sirius lifts his chin and meets James’ eye. “Worth it.”
“You, my friend, are doomed.” James sighs and steps aside him. “Come on.”
They take a step towards the front door and then-
“You’re clopping” James turns to him wide eyed. “Have you put horseshoes on your boots?!”
“Erm-”
“You have!” James says, delighted. “Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop.”
“Just get out the fucking way, Prongs,” Sirius mutters, annoyed, and barges past into the house, his tail swishing wildly.
“Drinks are in the kitchen, horseboy! James calls after him, gleefully. “Giddy up!”
—-------
The house is already full, noise spilling out into the hallway and it’s bloody boiling. Sirius rolls his shoulders as his eyes scan the crowd of people.
James clocks it at once and snorts. “Calm down,” he says, taking Sirius by the hand and dragging him through to the kitchen. “He’s here somewhere.”
“Yes and I want that somewhere to be here. With me” Sirius points out.
James rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says as he grabs two plastic cups and pours a generous amount of vanilla vodka into both, topping them up with coke and then shoving one into Sirius’ hand. “Drink,” he orders. “You’re going to need it.”
“What does that even mean-” Sirius starts but turns automatically as someone comes into the kitchen and is immediately disappointed.
It clearly shows.
“Look at that face,” Lily says, patting his cheek. “Don’t panic. He’s here somewhere.”
“Already told him that,” James says, pulling her in for a kiss, which Sirius does not enjoy being witness to. “Anyway, aren’t you going to compliment Sirius on his costume?”
“What- oh!”
Sirius crosses his arms defiantly, standing tall as Lily’s eyes sweep over him and she presses her lips together so hard Sirius can practically hear the scream she’s swallowing.
“Oh wow,” she says carefully. “You look- you look-”
“He clip clops!” James says excitedly, looking at Sirius. “Do the clip clopping!”
Sirius stamps his feet a couple of times and Lily nods along, her lips trembling.
“I just need to-” she starts. “Sorry, one second…” She heads back towards the hallway. “MARLS? DORKY?” and within seconds the two girls come skidding into the kitchen.
Marlene notices first.
“Oh my God,” she says, clearly delighted. “I can’t believe you actually did it!”
Sirius stiffens. “Did what?”
She grins, all teeth. “Oh, nothing.”
“I think you look great, Sirius,” Dorcas says kindly. “It’s a very… bold choice.”
“Thank you,” Sirius eyes them all warily. “Why is everyone staring at me?”
James drains his glass and throws his cup into the sink. “Can’t imagine.”
“You look like you’re ready to bolt,” Lily says, amused.
“Is that a horse joke?” Sirius snaps.
“Bit on the nose,” Marlene adds and everyone dissolves into laughter. “I’m sorry,” she says, wiping her eyes. “It’s just- when he said he’d told you to-” she flaps a hand at Sirius. “I didn’t think he’d actually get you to-”
“How long did it take you to get ready?” Dorcas asks.
Sirius narrows his eyes at her. Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Two hours,” Sirius admits. “Maybe a bit more.”
“Jesus,” James winces. “Well, he’s going to love it.”
“I know,” Sirius says.
“Oh, have you not seen Remus yet?” Marlene asks.
“No,” Sirius says too quickly. “Why?”
Marlene’s smile is knowing. “You, my friend, are in for a treat.”
Lily coughs into her drink.
“What does that mean?” Sirius demands.
“Nothing,” Marlene says innocently. “Come.” She holds out a hand for Sirius to take and then drags him back out into the hallway, the others falling over themselves to follow.
They weave in and out of the crowds of people until they are standing in the middle of James and Lily’s sitting room. Sirius opens his mouth to ask Marlene what exactly they’re supposed to be looking at when he hears a familiar, gorgeous laugh and Sirius’ attention snaps sharp.
There he is, across the room, half hidden by bodies, leaning against the wall and talking to a man Sirius’ doesn’t recognise. Remus laughs again and Sirius watches as he reaches out and touches the man’s arm.
Sirius’ jaw tightens.
“Right,” he mutters.
James follows his line of sight and winces. “Ah.” He thumps a hand on Sirius’ back. “Deep breaths.”
“Who is that?” Sirius asks flatly.
“No idea,” James says. “But he’s about to have a bad night…”
Sirius doesn’t hear the rest of what James is saying because he’s already moving, crossing the rest of the room in long strides, hooves clopping on the wooden floor and his eyes locked on Remus.
Remus looks up just as Sirius reaches him; he doesn’t look surprised to see him.
“Hello,” Remus says primly, offering his cheek up to Sirius. “You found me.”
“Yes,” Sirius kisses Remus’ cheek and then slides a hand around Remus’ waist and turns to face the stranger. “Who’s this?”
The bloke looks back at him, his eyes flickering to Sirius’ hand. “Erm, hi. I’m-”
“Lovely,” Sirius says shortly. “Remus, I thought we agreed that we’d meet-”
Remus’ interrupts him with a flutter of his eyelashes. “Sirius,” he chastises. “This is-”
“No offence, mate,” Sirius cuts in, eyes never leaving Remus’. “But I don’t really care.”
The man raises an eyebrow and then holds up his hands. “None taken.” He looks back at Remus. “Was nice talking to you.”
“You too!” Remus says brightly, allowing Sirius to pull him more tightly against his side. “Perhaps we can catch up later on?”
“Yeh maybe-” the man starts and then falters at the glare Sirius is giving him. “Or maybe not. See you later, Remus,” and he turns and hurries away.
“That was very rude,” Remus turns to look up at Sirius, all mock reproach. “George was being very nice to me.”
Sirius snorts. “I bet he was.”
“He had very nice arms.”
Sirius feels his grip on Remus’ waist tighten.
“And,” Remus adds thoughtfully, “I think he might have been taller than you.”
“No the fuck he wasn’t!” Sirius pauses, takes a deep breath and exhales hard. “What were you even talking about?”
Remus turns so they’re facing each other properly, taking Sirius’ other hand and placing it deliberately on his opposite hip. “Oh you know,” he says lightly, “Stuff. I think you scared him away though.”
“He looked scared because he should be,” Sirius mutters, letting his hands slide down so he can press his thumbs into Remus’ hipbones.
Remus gives a little giggle and Sirius has the sudden visceral urge to bite him. “Mmm. I love it when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeh you are,” Remus reaches up and adjusts and straightens Sirius’ mane, fingers lingering far longer than necessary.
Sirius catches his wrist and presses a kiss to Remus’ palm. “You enjoy it.”
Remus’ smile sharpens and he shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Don’t,” Sirius warns.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what you were doing.”
Remus blinks up at him, eyes wide with false innocence. “I just came to a party.” He hums and his eyes drift past Sirius’ shoulder.
Sirius follows the glance automatically and then scowls when he realises he’s been played.
“Oh relax,” Remus leans up on tip-toe and presses a kiss right at the edge of Sirius’ jaw. “I’m right here.”
“You weren’t,’ Sirius says grumpily. “You were with George.”
“And now I'm with you,” Remus says, calm as anything. He walks two fingers up Sirius’ chest. “And what-” he flicks Sirius’ chin. “-do you want to do now?”
Sirius leans in. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he growls, low in Remus’ ear.
“I know,” Remus says, rewarding Sirius with a bit of a shiver. “It’s fun. Anyway," he takes a step back but leaves his hand pressed to Sirius’ chest. “Aren’t you going to tell me how good I look?”
And that’s when Sirius’ brain finally catches up with his eyes; he’d been too distracted being annoyed by Geroge and also Remus’ big, brown eyes that are now blinking up at him expectantly.
Sirius lets his gaze sweep Remus up and down and-
“Oh fuck me.” He thumps his chest with his fist and tips his head back and watches as Remus preens under his attention. “You’re a cowboy.”
Remus is very obviously dressed as a cowboy. The boots. The jeans, tight and sitting low on Remus’ hips. The checkered shirt, cropped and tied high, exposing the smooth expanse of Remus’ stomach. And the hat.
Sirius watches as Remus reaches back to where the hat is strung round the back of his neck and places it on his head.
“Yeehaw.”
Sirius laughs under his breath in disbelief. “You look-” He trails off, searching for a word more appropriate than fuckable.
“I look?” Remus says lightly. “I’m waiting for my complement.”
“You look like trouble,” Sirius finishes, reaching down to play with the knot in Remus' shirt. “I take it this is why you insisted I be a goddam horse?”
“You’re a stallion,” Remus says. “There’s a difference.”
“Remus. You made me wear a tail.”
“I did, didn’t I,” Remus says, entirely unrepentant. “Turn around so I can see.”
Sirius rolls his eyes and turns with a huff. “Happy?”
“Ye-p.”
Sirius turns back round, lowering his voice. “You realise what this looks like to other people, right?”
Remus smiles sweetly. “I have a fairly good idea.”
“You ever ridden a stallion, Moony?”
Remus laughs and presses two fingers to Sirius’ chest, just below his collarbone. “Careful,” he says, looking up at him. “People will hear you.”
“Good,” Sirius says. “You started it.”
“Did I though?” Remus tips his head to one side. “I just suggested you come as a stallion.”
“Yes and we both know I do whatever you tell me to do.”
“You do,” Remus says, sounding very pleased.
Sirius reaches out and tugs the waistband of Remus’ jeans, pulling him against his chest. “You look gorgeous,” he says, voice low.
Remus smiles, tipping his head all the way back so he can look at Sirius, his hat bumping against Sirius’ chin. “Say it again.”
“You look gorgeous,” Sirius repeats, without hesitation. “But you know that. Look at us, matching like a couple.”
Remus blinks up at him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Sirius shakes his head, helpless and fond and utterly, utterly doomed by the cowboy in his arms. “You enjoy driving me crazy, don’t you.”
“I enjoy that you let me.”
“I don’t let you!” Sirius says and spins Remus round in his arms. “Come on, Moony. You know we’d be so good together.”
Remus makes a show of putting a finger to his lip as if considering his options. “I’m still thinking about it,” he says finally and Sirius groans.
“You’re killing me. What else do I have to do to get you to say yes?”
Remus hums. “You can get me a drink.”
“A drink?” Sirius deadpans.
“I am very thirsty,” Remus adds solemnly. “My mouth is very dry.”
“Your mouth is very-” Sirius stops and closes his eyes briefly. “Fine. Let’s get you a drink.”
He turns and takes a couple of steps towards the kitchen and then reaches back for Remus’ hand. Which is not there waiting like it usually is. He stops and looks back. Remus is still standing where he left him, blinking at him through his long lashes, his eyes wide and his hands tucked behind his back.
“What?” Sirius asks suspiciously, stepping back to him.
Remus looks up at him. “Aren’t you going to give me a ride?”
“That’s a joke, right?”
Remus tilts his head. “But you’re a stallion.”
“Remus, I am not-”
“Cowboys ride stallions, Sirius,” Remus says, as if pointing out the obvious to someone very stupid. “And I am a cowboy and you are a stallion.”
Sirius opens his mouth and then closes it again and drags a hand down his face. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Remus beams. “Thank you.” And then: “I’m wait-ing.”
Sirius swears under his breath and then sighs in defeat, turning round. “Up you get, then.”
“Yay!” Remus doesn’t waste a second. He hops up with a pleased little laugh, legs wrapping around Sirius’ waist and Sirius instinctively grabs his thighs, holding him steady just like he has done on many, many walks home after nights out.
“Giddy up, horsey!” Remus shouts, whacking Sirius’ side.
“I hate you,” Sirius mutters, starting towards the kitchen, bashing into several people as they pass them.
“You don’t,” Remus replies easily, draping himself over Sirius’ shoulders so his cheek is pressed against Sirius’, his hat slipping forward. “You adore me.” And then he shifts, deliberately, rolling his hips just enough to make Sirius stumble.
“Oi,” Sirius hisses. “Behave.”
“Or what?”
Sirius tightens his grip on Remus’ thighs and slides one hand up. “Two can play at that game, Moony.”
“Yeh, but I’d win,” Remus says confidently, giving another tiny roll of his hips for emphasis.
Sirius grits his teeth.
“Don’t fucking test me.”
They reach the kitchen to a chorus of delighted noise.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” Sirius mutters at James, who is looking at them gleefully as they come to a stop next to him.
“Uh-uh,” Remus says, patting Sirius’ head. “Horses don’t talk. But they do get Remus’ drinks.”
“Neiiiiiigh,” James whinnies.
Sirius punches him in the stomach.
“Boys!” Lily says, appearing at James’ shoulder and then stops. “Oh for Christ’s sake,” she looks up at Remus. “What are you doing?”
“Riding my horse,” Remus says coolly.
Lily looks at him, unimpressed. “I see.”
Dorcas peers over her drink. “Seat looks secure,” she says appraisingly. “Nice, strong flanks. Sturdy legs.”
Sirius glares at her. “Haha. Very funny.”
“Oop,” Marlene nudges her. “Easy. You don’t want to spook him. Someone get him some hay.”
Sirius ignores her. “Moony, what do you want to drink?”
“Erm-” Remus peers down at the bottles, pushing himself up to see better, causing Sirius' hands to slide further up his thighs. “Vodka cranberry please.”
Sirius reaches for the bottle, pouring one-handed carefully, while balancing Remus with the other.
“Impressive,” Lily notes.
“He’s very reliable,” Remus tells her.
“Just drink the fucking drink, Re,” Sirius says, handing it back to him.
Remus takes it, still perched high and clinks his cup gently against the back of Sirius’ head. “See. Good boy.”
“That’s it,” Sirius says, straightening up and leaving Remus clinging onto him with a yelp. “You’re walking back.”
“Aw,” Remus pouts. “But we were having fun!”
“Fun for you.”
“Yes,” Remus agrees brightly.
“Down. Now.”
Remus makes a sad little noise and then slides off Sirius, landing neatly on the floor. Sirius turns to find him looking up at him with big, puppy dog eyes.
“You don’t love me anymore.”
“Poor Remus,” James adds, incredibly unhelpfully.
Sirius looks back at him and then sighs and pulls him towards him, maneuvering him round so Remus can settle his back against Sirius’ chest.
“Happy?” he asks him, leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of Remus’ ear.
“Very,” Remus says, grinding back ever so slightly.
Marlene raises her glass. “To cowboys and their faithful steeds,” she cries.
“And to stallions who know they are being played,” Dorcas adds.
Remus tips his head to look at Sirius. “She means you,” he tells him.
Sirius tugs at an errant curl under Remus' hat. “Yes, Re. I am well aware.”
—-------
Later - much later - Sirius is slouched at one end of the sofa, long legs kicked out in front of him and one arm draped along the back. His other arm has slid up Remus’ shirt, fingers twisting in the hair at the base of his neck while Remus sits sideways in his lap, knees hooked over Sirius’ thighs. He’s talking a mile a minute in that adorable way he does when he’s tipsy all the while wriggling just enough to keep Sirius half-hard in his leather trousers. His tail has long since been discarded.
“You do know,” Sirius mutters at one point, low in Remus’ ear as he pulls a little harder on his hair, “That I know you’re doing this on purpose?”
Remus twists, causing his arse to grind harder on Sirius’ cock. “Am I?”
Sirius grits his teeth. “Yes.”
“Oh.” Remus tilts his head back just enough to look up at him. “That’s unfortunate for you.”
“Remus.”
“Yes?”
Sirius exhales through his nose, squeezing Remus’ neck. “I need a minute,” he says, carefully lifting Remus off his lap and standing up.
Remus looks up at him, startled. “What? Where are you going?”
“Loo.”
“Oh,” Remus worries his bottom lip. “Okay. Are you- are you coming back?”
“Yes I'm coming back,” Sirius leans down to press a kiss to Remus’ cheek and sighs. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
—-------
Upstairs in blissfully quiet.
Sirius locks himself in James and Lily’s en suite and braces his hands on the sink, staring at his reflection.
“Get a fucking grip, Black,” he mumbles, pressing a palm to the pretty obvious bulge in his trousers. “Ugh.”
He tries to take a few steady breaths and then turns on the tap to run cold water over his wrists for a minute and then straightens up. He looks in the mirror again. It’ll have to do, it’s not like he hasn’t been in this position before. The number of times he’s had to excuse himself because of Remus fucking Lu-
“Padfoot?”
Sirius lets out an audible groan and closes his eyes.
“Yeh, Moony?”
“Are you coming?”
“I fucking wish,” Sirius says as he opens the door to find Remus sitting on the end of James and Lily’s bed, kicking his feet. “You waiting for me?”
Remus shrugs. “Maybe. You left me.”
“To go for a piss, Moony.”
Remus crosses his arms and scowls at the floor. “You still left me.”
“Remus,” Sirius says, softer and crosses over to him, pulling him up. “You were sat on my lap, for what? Two hours? I needed a minute.”
Remus peeks up at him from under his lashes. “Why?”
Sirius raises an eyebrow and pulls on his hands. Remus crashes into his chest with a squeak. “You know why.”
“Maybe,” Remus says, “But I need to be sure.”
And with that, Sirius loses his cool. He presses his rapidly filling cock against Remus, so it rubs against his stomach. “Sure enough for you?” He tilts Remus’ chin up. “Are you done?”
Remus’ eyes are wide and a little glazed. “Done with what?”
Sirius closes his eyes with a low, frustrated noise and crowds Remus back until the edge of the bed digs into the backs of his knees. He cages him there, one hand coming up to grip Remus’ jaw, thumb pressing just hard enough to make him gasp.
“This,” Sirius says, voice rough. “All of this. All the fucking time.”
Remus swallows; they’ve been here before and this is usually where Remus says something clever and slips away but now his hands come up, bunching in Sirius’ shirt. “I just-” he licks his lips, eyes flicking down and back up again. “I just-”
Sirius kisses him.
It’s not gentle. It’s hot and messy and it’s everything Sirius has been holding back all these years. He kisses him hard enough to steal the breath from his lungs, hand sliding from Remus’ jaw to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair to keep him there.
Remus makes a soft, needy whimper and goes pliant against him. He opens his mouth for Sirius’ tongue, up on tip toe as his hands slip from Sirius’ chest to his shoulders and kisses back desperately, clumsy and uneven, his back arching.
“Fuck,” Sirius breathes against his mouth, overwhelmed by how easily Remus gives in. “Re-”
Remus whines at his name and clutches at him harder, hips rolling forward and it’s everything that Sirius wants and-
Sirius tears himself away with a sharp inhale, breaking the kiss and stepping back like he’s been burned. His hands curl into fists at his sides and his heart is thumping against his ribs.
“What the fuck,” he says hoarsely.
Remus blinks back at him, looking dazed. His lips are flushed and swollen, his breathing shallow. “What?” he asks “Why did you-”
“I can’t,” Sirius says, raking a hand through his hair. “I can’t do this.”
Something shutters in Remus’ face. “Oh,” he says and then clears his throat. Yeh, okay.”
“Moony-” Sirius starts but is interrupted.
“So you don’t actually want me?”
“What?” Sirius says, stunned. “Remus, that’s not-”
“It’s fine,” Remus cuts in, quickly. “I know we do this thing.”
Sirius stares at him. “You do this thing!”
“Yes, because you like it,” Remus shrugs. You like the chase.”
Sirius stares at him like he’s lost his mind. “Are you joking?”
Remus looks back at him defiantly. “No!”
“I like the chase” Sirius mutters to himself and then actually laughs. “Remus, I like you!”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes. I do.”
“No,” Remus lashes out. “You like the idea of me. The fun of it. You’d never actually choose me.”
The disbelief hits Sirius so hard it's almost dizzying.
“Is that really what you think?” he asks softly.
Remus doesn’t answer. Just glares down at the floor, his mouth tight.
“Moony?”
Remus scoffs. “Look at you.”
“What about me?”
“Why would you.”
“Why would I what? Baby, you’re not making any sense.”
Remus looks up, tentative. “Baby?” he asks questioningly.
“Remus,” Sirius says in answer, his voice a warning.
“You’re beautiful,” Remus says, his voice suddenly high and unguarded. “Everyone wants you. You could have anyone so I know you don’t actually want me. I’m just- just,” he falters, jaw tightening and falls silent.
Sirius can’t believe what he’s hearing. He steps back in and lifts Remus’ chin, gently this time, forcing him to meet his eye.
“Remus. I have wanted you since the day we met. I think you’re gorgeous and funny and sharp and I have been obsessed with you forever. Everyone knows it, everyone. I haven’t exactly been subtle about it. I don’t act like this around you because it’s fun. I act like this because I'm desperate. I just always thought it was you who didn’t want me.”
“Of course I want you,” Remus snaps. “I’m not an idiot.”
“Baby,” Sirius says again and chuckles as Remus’ pupils expand. “You’re a huge idiot.”
“That-” Remus says faintly. “That is actually really rude.”
Sirius lets out a shaky laugh. “Is it now?”
“Yes,” Remus says primly, sticking his chin up in the air. “And you, Sirius Black are-”
Sirius cuts him off by reaching out and gripping the front of Remus’ shirt, fist closing tightly in the fabric and hauling him forward until he can bend down so they’re nose to nose.
“You are so fucking cute I actually can’t stand it,” Sirius growls.
Remus reaches out and hooks one finger into the belt loop of Sirius’ trousers, tugging lightly. “I. Know.” he says, blinking syrupy slowly up at Sirius. “Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”
Sirius groans and lifts Remus up onto the bed, his hands firmly at Remus’ waist and then sliding up his sides, thumbs digging in. Remus makes a helpless little sound and goes pliant all over again, grabbing at Sirius’ shirt, opening his mouth eagerly.
“Fuck, look at you,” Sirius breathes, resting his forehead on Remus’. “I’m going to kiss you now and that means you’re mine. Okay?”
Remus just whines, tugging Sirius’ collar. “Come onnnn.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to kiss me!”
“Say it.” Sirius leans down, letting the warmth of his chest press closer and Remus tries to meet him halfway, tilting his head up, lips just brushing shy of Sirius’ as Sirius undoes the knot in Remus’ shirt and lets it fall open.
“Yours,” Remus breathes.
Sirius presses his lips to the curve of Remus’ jaw, teeth grazing lightly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it.” And he kisses him.
“Yay,” Remus says into Sirius’ mouth, making Sirius grin and he throws a leg over the back of Sirius’ thighs.
Sirius’ hands are everywhere, running up Remus’ chest to twist his nipples, sucking a bruise just below his heart. He drags his hands lower, pops the button of his jeans and slides his hands round to cup Remus’ arse, kneading and spreading, pulling him closer.
Remus arches into him, whining. “More,” he demands, pulling at the buttons of Sirius’ shirt as he tries to kick his jeans off. “Come on.”
Sirius laughs as he nearly slides off the bed. “Stop it, baby.” He pins Remus’ hands above his head. “We’ll get there.”
“Now,” Remus whines. “I’m bored without you naked.”
“Bored?!” Sirius huffs in disbelief and Remus nods.
Sirius growls, a low sound in his throat and shucks off his shirt. He pulls open his fly and tugs his trousers down just enough that his cock springs free and Remus struggles to sit up, pawing at Sirius to take a step back and then he drops off the bed onto his knees.
He reaches to push Sirius’ trousers down his legs and helps him step out of them and then looks up.
“Oh fuck,” Sirius says, looking down at him. “Oh God you look so fucking pretty.”
Remus doesn’t move, he just continues to look up with hooded eyes and Sirius takes his cock in one hand and lightly slaps in against Remus’ cheek. Remus opens his mouth, tongue lolling out.
“Oh this is what you want?” Sirius asks him and Remus nods. “Go on then, baby. Bet you look even prettier with my cock in your mouth.” And he watches as Remus drags his tongue in one long, flat stripe from base to tip, swirling around the head.
“Fuck,” Sirius hisses, a hand sliding into Remus’ hair. “That feels so good. Can you take more?”
Remus just opens his mouth wide and Sirius groans as he pushes inside, right to the back of Remus’ throat. He can feel Remus swallow around him, hot and tight and he holds Remus’ head steady as he starts to fuck in and out.
“Fucking stunning,” Sirius says, his cock pulsing in Remus’ mouth, leaking across his tongue. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
“More,” Remus gasps, as Sirius pulls out, his fingers scrabbling at the backs of Sirius’ thighs, trying to pull him forward. Sirius pushes in again and Remus moans, the vibration making Sirius’ toes curl. He reaches down with his free hand and uses it to stroke what Remus can’t fit, thumb pressing firmly against the vein underneath, fingers bumping against Remus’ lips. One of Remus’ hands disappears between his legs and Sirius almost comes when he realises that Remus must be rubbing over his hole.
“Oh shit,” he groans. “Baby, no. Let me do that, yeh?”
He pulls out and Remus whines, saliva stringing between his lips and Sirius’ cock. Sirius helps him up, running a thumb over his swollen lips and pushing a thumb inside. Remus clamps down on it, sucking hard, his hand reaching behind him again.
“Baby,” Sirius says warningly, pressing down on Remus’ tonuge. “I said I’d do that.”
“Well you’re taking too long,” Remus says, spit pooling at the corner of his mouth.
Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You wanna try that again?”
Remus looks back and then bites Sirius’ thumb, hard.
“Ow! Right, that’s it!”
Sirius grabs him round the waist and throws him onto the bed. Remus laughs, scrambling up towards the headboard as Sirius pounces on him, pinning him underneath him.
“You going to be good now?”
Remus hums. “I am thinking about it.”
“Think faster, Re,” Sirius warns and he reaches over to pull open the drawer of James’ nightstand, feeling around until his fingers close over a bottle of lube. He sits up and pats Remus’ side. “Roll over.”
Remus just grins back at him and Sirius gives a put upon sign before grasping Remus’ hips and flipping him over. Remus lets out a satisfied moan, face pressed into James pillow as Sirius runs appreciative hands over his arse and then spreads his legs wide.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” Sirius mutters, pouring lube over his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Remus makes a high keening noise and reaches round, trying to catch Sirius’ hand. “Get on with it, I'm dying.”
“You’re not dying,” Sirius says, pushing a finger inside, stroking and curling and coaxing breathy little gasps out of Remus that make his cock throb. He adds another finger and Remus moans, throwing his head back, pushing back against Sirius’ hand.
“You like that?”
“I’d.. like it more… if there were… three,” Remus pants out.
Sirius shakes his head. “Demanding little shit,” he groans, but he obeys, working in a third finger and watching as Remus cries out, his back arching. “Tell me when I-”
“There!” Remus cries out, slamming back onto Sirius’ fingers. “There! Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” Sirius soothes, grinding his fingers against Remus’ prostate with every curl of his wrist and then he leans forward pressing the flat of his tongue against his fingers, licking round them.
Remus cries out, shuddering. “Ah! Sirius-”
“Fuck,” Sirius groans, swirling his tongue. “You taste so fucking good. Let me do this. Please, Remus.”
Remus grinds back on Sirius’ mouth. “Yes- don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Sirius tells him, fucking his fingers faster. “God Moony, you make me so fucking hard.” He leans up to suck a bruise into the meat of Remus’ arse and then bites down and Remus keens, high and loud.
And that’s too much for Sirius. His cock is straining, so hard it hurts, dripping onto the mattress. He pulls his fingers out and buries his face in Remus’ arse laving in tongue and sucking hard just for a second before he flips Remus back over.
“Can I fuck you?” he asks, chest heaving. He reaches up to push the sweat slicked curls off Remus’ forehead. “Oh God, please can I fuck you?”
“Wanna ride you,” Remus slurs. “Wanna ride you like a cowboy.”
“Oh my God,” Sirius chokes out, half-laugh, half-desperation. “You’re so fucking- yeh, yes. Whatever you want.”
He rolls them over and helps Remus straddle him with shaking legs, guiding his hand to hold onto the headboard.
“Be a good horsey,” Remus says, reaching behind himself to grab Sirius’ cock and line it up. Sirius groans, wrapping his hands around Remus’ hips to steady him and they both cry out as Remus sinks down, bottoming out in one slick glide.
“Holy fuck,” Sirius grunts, lifting Remus up so he can slam back down again. “Holy fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re fucking huge,” Remus pants out, grinding down and rotating his hips. “Am I doing good?”
“Yes, baby,” Sirius chokes out, gripping Remus so tight he knows he’s going to leave fingerprints. “So good. Is that what you want? To be good for me?”
“Uh-huh,” Remus nods, eyes rolling back and he braces his hands on Sirius’ chest, digging his nails in.
Sirius can hear the headboard crashing into the wall and there is no way people haven’t realised what they’re doing but he doesn’t give a flying fuck, not with Remus on top of him, bucking his hips like he can’t get enough, not with Remus finally, finally his.
“Keep going, baby.” Sirius plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up as Remus slams down, listening as Remus screams. “You’re so fucking perfect, Remus. Don’t stop.”
“I wanna come, I wanna come,” Remus sobs. “Sirius- please.” He tries to wrap a hand around his cock but wobbles and slaps his hand back onto Sirius’ chest. “Please, Sirius.”
“What do you need, baby?” Sirius asks. “You can have whatever you want.”
“I wanna come. Please.”
Remus has eyes screwed shut, his whole body shaking and it takes Sirius a moment to realise that Remus is asking his permission. That he’s waiting for Sirius to tell him.
“Oh God, Remus,” he gasps, trying to chase off his own orgasm at the thought. He reaches up and grabs Remus’ chin. “Look at me, sweetheart. Can you look at me?”
Remus opens his eyes, bottom lip trembling.
“You can come whenever you want, baby, ok? You’ve been so good for me, making me feel so good. You can come. Do you want my hand?” He reaches out but Remus bats his hand away.
“No- no- don’t need-” Remus pants, head thrown back, changing angles with each bounce. “Ah!” Remus cries, and he’s coming, whole body jerking, come striping Sirius’ chest and stomach in hot spurts.
Sirius breaks immediately, hands clamping down on Remus’ hips to hold him still as he drives up desperately and then spills inside him with a helpless, cracked moan.
Remus collapses forward, smearing come between them, shaking as Sirius wraps both arms around him and turns them on his their sides, careful not to slip out. He tugs the duvet over them and tucks Remus against his chest.
He presses his mouth to the crown of Remus’ head and Remus makes a small, contended noise and nudges his nose into Sirius’ throat.
“Hey,” Sirius murmurs, smoothing a hand down Remus’ back. “You with me?”
“Mmm. Cuddles.”
“I’m giving you cuddles,” Sirius tells him. “I just need to know you’re okay.”
Remus hums and curls closer.
“You’re my boyfriend now,” he says, “So you have to give me cuddles.”
“Remus,” Sirius rolls on top of him, his cock slipping out in the process. “I am giving you cuddles. Answer my question.”
Remus blinks slowly up at him. “You have made,” he starts very slowly, “All sticky.”
Sirius thumps his head on Remus’ shoulder with a huff. “Remus!”
“I am fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine,” Remus affirms. “I would give youuuu,” he pauses as if thinking. “Four and a half stars.”
“Four and a half?!” Sirius says, sitting out and extremely put out. “Where’s the other half.”
“Currently dripping out my arse and making me sticky.”
“I- What-” Sirius collapses onto him again. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Remus wriggles, rubbing against Sirius’ spent cock which gives an interested twitch.
Sirius groans. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not doing anything!”
“What do you mean you’re not doing anything-” Sirius stops and takes a breath. “Fine,” he says, “You’re not doing anything.”
Remus tilts his head back, his eyes bright despite how absolutely wrecked he looks. “I think I would like a little sleep now.”
Sirius snorts. “Would you?”
“Yes,” Remus says, with a little yawn. “You can go and tell James that we’re sleeping in his bed tonight.”
“Why do I have to be the one to tell him?!”
Remus just looks at him as though Sirius has said the stupidest thing ever. “Because I am not telling him.”
“Right,” Sirius huffs, pinching Remus’ side. “Because that seems fair.”
“Mmm,” Remus hums, seemingly already half asleep. “You have to go now so you can come back and spoon me.”
“Ugh, fine.” Sirius presses a kiss to Remus’ temple and reluctantly slides out of bed, his hips creaking. He grabs James’ dressing gown off the back of the door and puts it on. It’s too short. He is about to get absolutely rinsed when he goes downstairs.
“You look very silly,” Remus tells him and all Sirius can do is laugh.
“Thanks, Moony.” He pauses and looks at Remus, who looks back at him, the sweetest smile on his face.
“I love you,” Remus says quietly and Sirius feels his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat.
“I love you too,” he says. “So much.”
“Good.” Remus rolls onto his side and reaches round to pat the spot behind him. “Hurry up. My back is getting very cold.
“I’m going, I'm going,” Sirius laughs and pulls open the bedroom door and he’s half way to the stairs when he hears Remus shout.
“Giddy up, horsey!”