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(Second Bingo, Third Bingo)In the Forbidden Forest, Grimmauld Place, In Azkaban, Frottage, Friends with Benefits, Social Media AU, The Marauders Map
Remus followed his GPS through the streets to the newest club. He wasn't usually much for clubs but Sirius was doing a burlesque show and he was really excited about it. He had been saying something about using his dancing, musical, and acting skills all at the same time. Remus had been distracted because James had written, Sirius will be slowly stripping on stage, right behind Sirius' head. Naked on stage, Remus' head had threatened to explode.
He'd seen Sirius naked over the years. An occupational hazard when one lived with Sirius Black in a small dorm room for seven years. He was completely shameless. They had moved into a flat together after school, and after a few months of much more naked Sirius than was healthy for Remus, he had lost his sanity and sense. Of course, it might have to do with being Sirius' photographer.
Luckily Sirius knew how attractive he was and had fallen into Remus' bed without protest. They'd been doing this for about a year now. Friends with benefits, Sirius called it. Friends, Remus still smarted over. He also had to bite his tongue, asking Sirius how many friends stuck things up his ass was not only rude but would likely mean he was removed from the list.
Remus pulled into the parking lot of the club, Azkaban. Its social media page boasted that it was a club with the only all-male gay burlesque show. Sirius' social media expertise had only added to the buzz. He may be a new face on the scene but his thirst traps were immaculate and he had the magnetic sexual energy to bring the whole world to its knees.
He had once told Remus that he was the only one who saw him on his knees. It was one of Remus' favourite photo shoots. Sirius had been in a silky dressing gown shooting a boudoir scene in front of his vanity. Remus liked shooting with mirrors almost as much as he liked shooting Sirius, he liked having to figure out the angles. One, to keep the camera out of the mirror and two, to still get the best angle for the picture.
Sirius had so much fun showing exactly what he wanted and nothing more. The last shot had been Sirius looking up at Remus, kneeling for him. Remus had been surprised when Sirius had kept that picture on his private page, not his public one. Remus had left it completely out of his portfolio, he was sure the magic of that picture had more to do with Sirius than his innate skill. Of course, when Sirius felt as wired as he usually did after a shoot, he was often convincing Remus out of clothes quickly.
Remus made sure he had everything he would need and let himself out of the car. The bouncer checked his ID and directed him to the manager at the end of the stage. "Ah you're here for Mr Black," the manager checked his name off on a clipboard and handed Remus a stage pass. "He's back there."
Remus quickly stepped backstage. He was immediately assaulted by a wall of noise. All the dancers were primping and preening back here. Perfumes, body deodorants, cosmetics, hair spray, and even under all that sweat mixed together in a bright pungent smell. Remus shifted past the feathers and the sequins and the butts being buffed with foundation.
Sirius had taken a mirror near the back door and was applying his lipstick in a dark green silk dressing gown. His legs were already encased in fishnet stockings. Remus snapped a candid, the flash caught Sirius' attention and he turned to Remus. It was clear he was expecting someone else because he had bitch face on, Remus captured this as well before it dropped into a more relaxed expression. "You really should ask before just taking pictures of people," Sirius complained.
"Why would I ask, you love it when I snap pictures of you," Remus stated as Sirius rubbed his lips together and blew a kiss at his reflection. Grey eyes flickered to his in the mirror. Sirius' eyes were lined with deep winged eyeliner and vivid swirls of blue, purple and green with an iridescent sheen, which reminded Remus of a butterfly's wings.
"I mean true enough," Sirius answered and picked up an earring with a sapphire set into a silver drop. Remus took it from him and threaded it into his ear, fixing the back in place. He did the same for the next earring and the matching necklace was draped around his neck.
"Are you going to tell me what you're doing tonight?" Remus asked and Sirius shook his head with a wink.
"You'll have to be surprised with Lily and James," Sirius informed him. "Now unless you are going to take another picture before I get my costume on, get out."
"Rude," Remus told him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he moved back out of the dressing area. The floor was more crowded now but Remus was able to set up fairly close to the stage. He was working with the club photographer and they spent a few moments discussing how they wanted to handle this. Remus agreed to get a few shots of each performer which he would send along afterwards. The club would pay him for any shots they ended up using.
He greeted Lily and James when they came in and found seats nearby. Apparently, the Marauder's Map was the up-and-coming social network for NSFW influencers. The crowd was huge and diverse. Remus wondered if Sirius really was going to get naked on stage. Sirius would do a lot of things but he usually seemed to prefer risque not straight-up nudity.
The lights went down and the club went quiet, aside from the music that came up. Remus quickly lost his worries over Sirius being completely nude on stage. It only took two performances for him to realise James had been deeply wrong. It was erotic for sure and designed to titillate but it seemed to be more about what wasn't shown than about showing everything.
There was tango and ballet, there was a comedy sketch, and even a drag performance. "And now we have Grim Hallow with the fan dance. Watch closely for he's likely to fly off right after this," the announcer said. Sirius stepped out onto the stage, he was wrapped in strips of brightly colored rainbow fabric and dragging a chair behind him.
The music started up as he reached the middle of the stage. Sirius sat in the chair backward facing the audience, legs spread wide on either side of the chair. His eyes glittered in the spotlight, his face a seductive mask, hair a deep dark curtain over his back. The outfit shimmered on his skin, his legs encased in those lovely fishnets, ending in dangerous-looking heels. Hands appeared out of the darkness to snap near his face.
Sirius began crooning to the crowd, the microphone draped over his ear not detracting from the show at all. It was the seductive voice he'd used to turn Remus on during their Edgar Allen Poe assignments in English class. Wasn't Sirius' fault, Remus was just hopeless. It was the voice that had won him far more than his fair share of solos in choir.
As he crooned the hands slowly stopped snapping and started plucking at the strips of fabric wrapped around Sirius. Not fabric, Remus realised as they slowly started forming the fan, feathers. Sirius' hand moved to grip a nearly invisible handle by his navel just as the last feather came loose. He stood with the large fan in front of him, that voice still promising all sorts of things.
When he turned his back to the crowd, he was a bit slow moving the fan, giving the crowd a peek at pale buttocks and thighs before he glanced back with a scandalised expression. The hands were back tugging at Sirius and freeing the rest of the feathers so Sirius now had two fans, which explained the hands-free mic.
The only thing the crowd could regularly see was calves, shoes, shoulders, and head. Occasionally they would get a glimpse of thigh or back. Sirius was very good, not missing a single note or move as he danced and sang, acting scandalised every time the crowd cheered for a bit of naked skin. Remus got a lot of great pictures, teasing flashes, bright smiles, scandalised expressions, and Sirius just so in his natural element that it was hard to keep his brain on what it was supposed to be doing. Finally, Sirius sat back down in the chair covering himself carefully with the fans and the music cut out. The lights died a moment later.
Remus could just make out the person walking across the stage and helping Sirius into his dressing gown, the fans still hiding him from any eagle-eyed patron or opportunistic camera flash. When the lights came back up it was another comedic group.
Sirius joined the final musical number in a shiny silver number that looked like a broken mirror attached to fabric and draped over the human form. It was short, tight and slinky, high heeled silver boots finished the look. It made Sirius' eyes so distinctive that they looked like liquid mercury in the pictures. Remus would have to colour correct or it would look photo-shopped.
They all bowed as the number ended and rushed off the stage. Remus snapped a few pictures of the empty stage before joining Lily and James. He took a couple of pictures of them before a familiar cloud of perfume joined them. "Are they letting you keep the outfit?" James asked and Remus glanced over.
From close up it was a grey outfit decorated with square, silver sequins, carefully arranged to look like reflective pieces of glass. It was a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap top. Sirius had pinned his hair up so tendrils fell over his ears, shoulders and neck in an alluring way. He was clearly on top of the world. "This one and my butterfly fans are mine. I wasn't comfortable wearing a costume that covered so little of what was on other people." Sirius touched his bag. Remus was unsurprised that the fans folded up that small.
"You looked amazing up there," Lily complimented and handed Sirius a bouquet of flowers.
"See James I told you to marry this woman," Sirius told James as he hugged Lily and kissed her cheek. James went red and started stammering. Neither Sirius nor Lily tossed him a life preserver.
"What did you think?" Sirius asked Remus, turning to him with a bright smile. Remus snapped another picture and lowered his camera.
"You looked amazing, you sounded amazing," Remus told him and the smile softened but was no less bright. "Had you sung like that in Grimmauld Place, you might have passed Civics simply because the teacher had an inappropriate boner." Sirius rolled his eyes, everyone in the group knew Sirius had barely passed at their old boarding school because of Remus' help.
"I save my seduction for my friends... and now work," Sirius commented, his arms going around Remus. Right, friends. "Besides I don't think I had the same raw sexual appeal then that I do now. At twenty five I know how to shake my booty." Sirius did in fact shake said body part in an alluring way. Lily smacked it and Remus did too. Sirius looked scandalized again.
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Sirius gained his own following at Azkaban. Remus was there nearly every night to snap pictures, his day job at the studio, doing mostly school photos kept him paid. Until the club offered him a job, thrilled with the photographs. He negotiated very carefully so all of his work would be his but would be licensed to the club. Due to several of the other performers' contracts, they had final image approval over the posting.
Remus thankfully didn't have to worry about that. He would send a copy of his pictures to the social media manager. The only ones he didn't send were Sirius' as was also negotiated, he had worked for Sirius first and Sirius was always going to be his favorite client. Sirius provided his photos to the club's social media manager and managed his own page on The Marauder’s Map.
The shows were fun, diverse, sexy, alluring, and above all beautiful. Remus loved shooting for the club, they paid well and he didn't have to do much. The performers all got to know Remus very well and his presence was welcomed before the shows as well. He got really nice shots of the performers getting ready which did almost as well as the pictures of their performances.
Pictures of the club and the patrons also did well, promoting the club as the place to be. Remus had settled in just as easily as Sirius. He was switching memory cards in his camera when the lights came down and Sirius stepped on stage. He was wearing a vivid red, well Remus guessed it was a cloak amalgamation, it was a vest and a thin translucent skirt over dark sequined pants. He was carrying a basket. "I hope nothing happens on the way to Grandmother's house. She told me to leave earlier and not come through the Forbidden Forest," Sirius bounced a few more steps as the music turned ominous.
When the wolf jumped out at him Sirius jumped and a banana popped out of his basket with perfect comedic timing. Remus had been concerned initially, usually 'sexy' versions of Little Red Riding Hood got non con very quick. This one was just funny. Red, played by Sirius, told the wolf off for being such a perv and taught him to be good, the whole thing was loaded with innuendos, plenty of Sirius bending over and his skirt riding up. The wolf spent just as much time dealing with his own mishaps and asking Red what was in the basket. The shared banana bit at the end had the crowd laughing as the lights went down.
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Remus glanced up from his book when the door opened. It did most nights now. Sirius stepped in but instead of being in comfy sweats and ready to cuddle, maybe fuck, he was in a dressing gown, made of black silk and Remus could see the dark stockings pinned in place. He was wearing a set of heels and his makeup was still dark. He didn't usually come to Remus made up and dolled up. Growing up with someone meant knowing all their sides. Remus knew and adored Sirius' softer side.
"You have my attention," Remus commented, setting his book aside. He didn't bother to check and make sure his book actually got on the table and from the thud on the floor it didn't. Sirius gave him a bright smile.
"I thought I might," Sirius murmured. He made his way over to the desk and picked up Remus' camera. If it was anyone but Sirius Remus would have been up in a moment. Instead he watched as Sirius fidgeted with the device until he turned it on. Remus stuck his tongue out as Sirius pointed it at him. Sirius grinned behind the camera even as he clicked the silly picture.
He brought the camera over to Remus on the bed and held it out to him. "What are we doing?" Remus asked, standing from the bed and taking the camera.
"I want you to photograph me," Sirius murmured. He smoothed the covers and gave Remus a coy look. Remus automatically lifted the camera, Sirius' facial expressions were worth photographing. "Until you can't anymore."
"And why wouldn't I be able to continue?" Remus asked, tilting the camera to catch the way Sirius' delicate fingers traced the stitching at the edge of the duvet cover.
"Your dick is too hard for you to think.... I'm completely naked and there's nothing left to shoot... you shoot your load all over me and are struck with the urge to clean up..." Sirius shrugged and Remus realized what was happening. First, none of the photographs would be used in any sort of professional way. Second, Sirius wanted to play. Third, Sirius wanted to feel like the sexiest thing in the universe. He'd told Remus time and again he loved the way Remus took his picture, he felt so fucking sexy on the other end of that camera.
"This seems very unprofessional," Remus stated. Sirius nodded and his fingers tugged at the knot on his robe. Remus took a few long exposure shots, it softened the angles and gave the picture the illusion of movement. The robe loosened and Sirius let it fall open. The shot was beautiful, pale skin winked out. He was wearing a small pair of silk shorts, and the matching camisole, edged in lace.
Then Sirius deliberately shrugged off the robe, letting it fall to his elbows. "Lay back," Sirius urged and Remus wasted no time complying. He laid on the bed and Sirius draped himself over Remus' lap. Remus' cock had been hard since Sirius had stepped in. He could feel Sirius was in a similar state.
"Done already?" Sirius asked, his tone was sweet and Remus knew if he said he was Sirius wouldn't hold it against him, he knew what he did to Remus' brain. Remus shook his head and lifted his camera. Sirius with a half draped robe, sitting in Remus' lap. His cock stood out rigid in his shorts. He rolled his hips looking almost casual.
The look of pleasure on his face was captured by the camera though as their cocks rubbed together through their layers of clothing. Sirius reached up and unpinned his hair letting it fall loosely and then he ran his fingers through it pulling it forward to tumble over his shoulder. It already looked perfectly messy and lovely. Sirius rolled his hips again and Remus let his camera capture the face, the way his hair fell forward when he tipped his head forward and the slight pink twinge to his cheeks.
"You know I have noticed something," Sirius murmured and his fingers took the camera from Remus. Remus wasn't really comfortable being photographed but Sirius seemed to enjoy doing it as much as Remus enjoyed shooting him. Remus let the pleasure of another movement draw his mind off of Sirius clicking away.
"Oh?" Remus asked and Sirius lowered the camera slightly.
"You don't let anyone else touch your camera. I thought maybe it was just strangers, or I guess coworkers at Azkaban, but then I noticed James or Lily and you react the same," Sirius commented. Remus nodded and Sirius rolled his hips again. Fuck this was so good, somehow Sirius teasing him, looking like sin had him more worked up then if Sirius had come in, stripped down, and sat on Remus' cock.
"That's my livelihood and it's very expensive," Remus pointed out and Sirius nodded. He examined the camera in his hands for a moment. His eyes went back up to Remus' and there was something there, before Remus could grab it, it was gone.
"You let me handle it. Take your picture and you know carry it across a room with really hard floors," Sirius commented. He rolled his hips again and then carefully set the camera aside before sliding his hands under Remus' shirt. Remus cooperated with its removal.
"You're my best friend," Remus commented as Sirius cast his shirt aside. Sirius picked the camera back up and Remus watched him frame the shot he wanted. The camera clicked and Sirius examined the digital picture for a long moment.
"So you like me more than you like James.... I didn't think the great and noble Remus Lupin would rank his friends," Sirius murmured. Remus frowned at him and Sirius snapped another picture. This conversation was confusing.
"I want you to take those heels... wait I want you to hand me my camera, take those heels down the hall to James. I want to watch James fall ass over tits trying to walk in those heels. And then I want you to examine why I would let the creature of grace handle my very expensive camera over the oaf that is going to marry Lily," Remus suggested.
Sirius glanced over his shoulder and Remus did reclaim his camera, Sirius obligingly held the angle for Remus to get the shot. "You like my shoes then?" Sirius asked and Remus nodded.
"Beyond that of course we're closer. We work together, we explore what with benefits means... unless you want to tell me something," Remus asked and Sirius' face immediately scrunched. Another picture, another pang of hopeless longing.
"I haven't...." Sirius mumbled and his face warmed up. It wasn't very often Sirius blushed. He'd asked Remus to a BDSM club for his 21st birthday while wearing a collar and lead with less color in his cheeks. "Not since we stopped using condoms."
Remus hadn't really considered that Sirius might have gone exclusive with him when they made that decision. He thought Sirius had likely still been having safe sex with someone else. Sure he had noticed Sirius spent most nights in his room but they had both been working crazy long hours at the moment. They wanted to buy a house around the same time that James, or rather Lily, decided to make that relationship permanent. Sirius didn't want to use his family's money and Remus wanted to pay for half.
"Me either," Remus answered. He didn't bother to tell Sirius that he hadn't had anyone else since he had started sleeping with Sirius. Let Sirius think the decision to abstain was out of respect for fluid bonding... with his friend.
Friend, fuck that word was going to make him insane.
He heard it when he slept, he heard it when he did yoga, he heard it when he lay cuddled with Sirius, he heard it whenever Sirius' flirty smile was directed at anyone who wasn't Remus. "He lets me handle his camera and he only has sex with me," Sirius commented and took the camera from Remus limp hands. "Some people would say that sounds like a boyfriend." Sirius photographed where their bodies met and examined the picture.
"Are those people friends with you?" Remus asked, keeping his tone light. Sirius handed the camera back and shrugged the robe off completely, it was cast over the foot of the bed. Remus shot a picture of him then took a picture of the robe over the foot of the bed and eventually his own shirt rumpled on the floor.
"Some of them. Others not so much," Sirius allowed. His hand came to rest on Remus' chest and he rolled his hips again. "Mmm... fuck..." The conversation dropped off in favor of Sirius' movements. Remus let him carry on. He enjoyed the way it felt and the way Sirius looked. Of all the shots that Remus got at the club and in the more innocent settings like going to the park, zoo, or an amusement park with Sirius, his eyes were captivating. However the heat in his eyes, that was reserved for this moment right here.
He had very few pictures of Sirius that went beyond risque shots but occasionally they would do this. The limit to how many nude pictures Remus would have was based on his self control and Sirius' desire to tease. He loved the expression Sirius got on his face when they were intimate, the heat in his eyes and the flush over his cheeks.
Sirius leaned down and their lips met, damp and open. Remus tangled his hand with Sirius' hair, the camera cradled between them. Sirius' tongue tangled with his and Remus could taste the smoke from his cigarettes, mint of his toothpaste, and something sweet. He smelled so nice as well. He had showered before coming to Remus. Remus could smell his body wash, distinctive from his shampoo, and both mingled pleasantly with their laundry detergent. His hair was slightly damp at the roots as Remus tangled his hand there. Sirius was still rolling his hips and kissing Remus like he was air.
Sirius pulled back and Remus' hand slipped under his shirt. He snapped another picture of his hand under the black camisole, the belly stud glinting in the light from the lamp. He finished his trek up Sirius' chest by sliding his hand over one defined pec and over the nipple there. Sirius groaned low in his throat and arched his back.
Remus sat up and caught the other nipple in his mouth through the fabric. "Fuck," Sirius breathed, his hand tangled in Remus' hair and nails scraped over his scalp. Remus continued to manipulate the other nub with his fingers. Sirius was still rolling his hips, every small rock sending another buzz of pleasure up Remus' spine. He pushed the shirt up with his hand and it rucked up halfway, the damp fabric sticking to the skin so only the abused pink nipple showed. Remus immediately latched his mouth to it. Sirius was panting as he held onto Remus tightly.
"You're so fucking sexy," Remus growled against his skin and Sirius gave him a seductive smile when Remus raised his camera. The camisole only covered half of Sirius' chest, the other half bore very clear signs of being manhandled. As soon as he had the picture Sirius was pulling off the thin shirt leaving him in his small pants. Another picture. Remus was sure he would lose his fight with arousal soon, Sirius' little whimpers with each roll were disengaging his brain.
Remus leaned back into Sirius, his mouth latching over a nipple again. He relished the feel of those fucking hands in his hair. "Remus, fuck," Sirius whimpered in that lovely way he always did when they were together. Hands briefly tugged on his hair again and then Sirius' hands slid between them, he stroked briefly over Remus' own chest. Remus knew Sirius enjoyed his chest hair, he showed it every time.
Hands continued down his chest and curled around the bulge in Remus' sweatpants. "Want you in me," Sirius breathed, his hand stroking over Remus' cock.
"You can't just say stuff like that while touching me, I'll cum in my pants and ruin our evening," Remus protested, lifting his mouth from Sirius' chest.
"Wouldn't be the first time I resurrected a stiffy, your stiffy," Sirius breathed and Remus pulled him in for a kiss. When his own hands cupped Sirius' ass and pulled him closer Sirius melted into him.
"I want to fuck you. I'll let you blow me later," Remus stated and Sirius raised an eyebrow at him.
"You'll let me? Like it's some big prize," Sirius commented, his fingers sliding into Remus' hair. He tugged on the trapped strands pulling Remus' head back. He kissed over his chin and down his throat. "Like you shouldn't be fucking begging me to suck your dick?" Remus' cock throbbed at Sirius' words said in such a tone.
"You have an oral fixation. You like sucking my dick," Remus breathed and Sirius' teeth sank into his shoulder. "Fuck Siri."
"You have such a nice dick," Sirius agreed and his lips trailed down until he was able to run his tongue over one of Remus' nipples. He sat up properly and placed his hand on Remus' chest. "Lay back," he urged. Remus did as he was asked and laid back. Sirius stood and ran his fingers through his hair. "Take some dirty pictures of me, baby."
Remus picked up his camera and snapped a picture. Sirius ran his hands down his own body and traced lightly over the dick print in his shorts. "I'm going to take off my shorts now and as you have never managed a naked picture of me I want at least one. I want to see how I look when it's you doing the looking."
So Sirius' fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts, click. He bit his lips as he eased them down, click. And then they were sliding off of his hips and down his legs and off his body. Remus worked to keep his composure, the reason he had never managed a full nude picture of Sirius was because as his dick grew harder, his wrists grew limper.
He snapped the picture as the shorts slid off of Sirius' body and when he kicked them off completely. He snapped a picture as Sirius took himself in hand and gave himself a few strokes. "Makes me feel so fucking horny when you turn your camera on me," Sirius breathed as he stroked himself.
"You're worth photographing," Remus murmured and Sirius gave him a languid smile. "Come on, I'll prep you and then give you a nice tumble." Sirius hauled himself up on the bed, briefly straddling Remus' lap and exchanging a kiss with him. Then he settled on the mattress on his stomach. Remus collected the lube from the drawer and settled between Sirius' legs.
Sirius wrapped his arms around the pillow and sighed happily when Remus parted his cheeks. Sirius jumped when Remus allowed lube to drip between his cheeks. "Asshole," Sirius chastised.
"You like it, it makes you tingle," Remus countered and Sirius huffed but didn't argue. Remus ran his fingers through the slick mess, it was taking on the warmth of Sirius' skin quickly. He traced over the small hole and pressed his finger into Sirius easily. "You always take my fingers so easily."
Sirius drew in a sharp breath like he was about to respond but when Remus glanced up at his face he was biting his bottom lip. Remus picked up the camera from where he had abandoned it next to Sirius' head when he had moved between Sirius' legs. He shot a picture of his finger sliding into Sirius' body and another of the way his arms curled around the pillow.
Sirius' eyes were dark with heat and arousal. He looked so fucking sexy when he looked at Remus like that. Remus curled his finger and Sirius' answering sound was perfect sin. Remus carefully stroked over that sensitive spot and twisted his wrist to get Sirius' body to loosen. When Remus worked a second finger into Sirius' body, he got a low groan and Sirius' toes curled when he touched that bundle of nerves. "Come on Remus, we've been doing this a while, I don't need this much prep," Sirius breathed.
"It's not just for the prep pup," Remus scolded and gave his bum a smack. Sirius gasped but fell still. There wasn't even a mark and Remus knew Sirius wouldn't mind a bit of spanking. "You wanted a picture of you being absolutely debauched. What could be more debauched than pictures of my fingers opening up this slutty little hole?" Sirius gave a whine at this, Remus took his camera in his clean hand. He was throbbing heavily, leaking, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of Sirius but there was something inherently satisfying at teasing Sirius with his own conflicting desires.
"You know you normally forget about the camera before I do but I can't even think right now," Sirius breathed and his back arched when Remus pressed a third finger in, the camera clicking as he curled those fingers. Sweat was making Sirius' skin glow in the lamplight and Remus took a moment to capture the effect, Sirius' back arched and the way the light glittered off his skin.
"I guess I finally found something I like a little better than you naked. You naked and frustrated because I let my artistic tendencies override my horniness," Remus curled his fingers again and Sirius buried his face in the pillow he had crushed. Remus continued to manipulate his fingers, spreading and twisting. He worked his toes into the hems of his sweats and worked them off. He took his time enjoying teasing Sirius, a quick application of lube, then he removed his fingers and before Sirius had fully processed he was empty Remus was pushing into him.
"Oh fuck," Sirius swore, his body arching off of the bed. Remus caught him around the chest and held him in place. "Bit sudden that."
"You deserved it writhing on my fingers and making such filthy little noises. Couldn't help but fuck you like a cute little toy," Remus breathed in his ear. He was never able to pull out these phrases anywhere else but with Sirius making those noises on his cock it was easy.
Sirius shuddered but didn't respond. Remus briefly paused to set his camera on the bedside table out of harm's way and his attention returned to Sirius. When his arm went back around his chest Sirius took his hand, sometimes he liked to hold hands while being railed, this time though he guided Remus' hand to his neck and then clung to his forearm.
"You wanna get wrecked pup?" Remus checked. He could feel Sirius' throat work as he swallowed.
"Yeah," he breathed and Remus kissed his shoulder.
Remus adjusted so his legs were on the outside of Sirius' and pressed his thighs close together. Sirius gave a little whimper. It made Sirius tighter and every time Remus took him this way Sirius swore Remus fucked deeper.
With his first thrust Remus tightened his hand cutting off the sound Sirius was making. They didn't do this very often, both of them concerned about health risks not to mention Sirius usually liked the next day to recover. Still if Sirius was in his head or spiraling about something he usually asked for a bit of a rough ride from Remus.
Sirius' fingers stayed loose on his arm as Remus set up a fast pace. Sirius was always so willing to put himself at Remus' mercy. It was a heady feeling. Remus set up a harsh pace, if not for the pool noodle, cut in half and tucked between the bed and the wall a couple of months ago, they would be making a racket that James would bitch about over breakfast.
As it was the only sounds were skin on skin as Remus pistoned into Sirius' in quick punishing thrusts. The bed squeaked slightly under them. Remus' breath was coming in pants and Sirius' little muffled noises. Sirius' fingers tightened just slightly and Remus immediately loosened his hand. Sirius sucked in a deep breath slumping slightly. "Fuck so good," Sirius breathed and Remus' hand tightened again.
He could feel the way Sirius tensed every time his breath was cut, that combined with the position, and the prolonged teasing Remus wasn't going to last long. He kept up the harsh pace, loosening his hand every time Sirius' fingers tensed and cutting his breath as soon as he was able to curse. Fuck it was so good, Sirius was always so fucking good.
"You were fucking made for me," Remus breathed in his ear and Sirius nodded frantically. One of his hands left Remus' arm and he touched his lips. Remus released his throat and pulled Sirius completely against him so they could kiss. Sirius gave him a wet, filthy kiss, all tongue and desperation. He was completely in Remus' hold now, no worries about filters or walls. A tightening of the muscles had Remus throbbing sharply. He pulled out all at once and Sirius groaned and tried to pull away from the kiss to protest this change of events. Remus claimed his mouth while his hand wrapped back around that pretty throat, Sirius stopped struggling immediately. "Just relax pup, I always take care of you," Remus pulled back from the kiss to admire the look on Sirius' face.
His cheeks were red with the continued breath play, his nails dark against Remus' arm, sweat beaded on his skin, hair a fucking mess, grey eyes hazy, and the most beautiful expression of pleasure and trust on his face. Remus held him hostage until Sirius' fingers tightened and he let him go completely. Sirius didn't move from his position on the bed. "Roll on your side," Remus urged. Sirius immediately complied.
Remus laid down behind him and lifted his upper leg out of the way. It was easy to thread one hand into Sirius' hair and wrap the other hand around Sirius' cock. "Let me, want you to hold my breath hostage while I cum," Sirius' request was sweet as Remus slid into him again.
He let go of the hard organ and one Sirius' delicate hands wrapped around it, the other hand found its customary position on Remus' arm. It was a little more difficult for Remus to move as hard or fast against Sirius in this position but the little moans and grunts forced out of Sirius even with this breath held made it worth the effort.
It was easy for Remus to track Sirius' pace and match it. It was also easy for him to slow down and hold back when he got close. "Remus fuck, baby, come on," Sirius breathed as Remus slowed his thrusts again.
"I want you to feel me for days," Remus explained and Sirius sighed, tipping his head down. He unlatched the hand from around his throat and brought it to his mouth. Remus shuddered when Sirius bit down on his arm for a long moment. "Naughty leaving marks where others can see them," Remus scolded with no true heat as his hand returned to its previous position.
Sirius offered no explanation just ground his hips back and Remus took this as basically a wordless command to move. He could continue to tease Sirius but they were both nearing the line of too much. He set a pace inside of Sirius that would pull them both to the edge and dump them over. Sirius' arm moved in perfect tandem with his thrusts. His hand was tight around his pretty neck.
Sirius' fingers tightened on his arm and he drug in several deep breaths. "Yes, fuck right like that," Sirius forced out and his nails bit into Remus' arm. Remus felt the shudder roll through his whole body as he cut his breath again. Sirius' whole body went tight and Remus chased his own release. He could feel Sirius riding out his own high as Remus spilled deeply into him.
As soon as Remus was cumming, he let go of Sirius' breath. He got a soft hum as his thrusts stuttered and he was buried deep. "You know you don't have to fuck me to feel you for days, I'll just come back," Sirius breathed as they spooned, trying to steady their breathing. Remus was still inside of Sirius even as he softened.
Remus considered how to phrase the words that clamored for first position. Finally he decided to do what he always did when he wasn't sure how to bring up something he said nothing. He kissed Sirius' shoulder as he eased out of his body. "Do you want a dirty picture before I clean you up?" Remus asked Sirius, picking up his camera from the table as he rose from the bed.
"Absolutely," Sirius responded and before Remus could say anything else Sirius rolled over. He gripped his ass cheeks. His hole was still open and glistening and when he contracted the muscles Remus could see the mess he'd made inside. He snapped a few pictures and Sirius rolled onto his back. He looked obscene with his legs spread wide, his cock soft and replete, and a spill of cum over his stomach. The light glittered off it just right to make it visible. Remus placed his camera next to his computer and grabbed a robe.
The flat was quiet and dark so it was easy to get to the bathroom and back to the room with a damp rag. Sirius hummed happily as Remus cleaned off the cum and the lube before tossing the flannel into the hamper. "You want to talk about whatever it was messing you up earlier?" Remus asked when they were curled up under the blankets. Sirius often stayed especially if they had been rough.
He was pillowed against Remus' chest and tracing designs in his chest hair. "I was thinking about what I mentioned earlier. Kind of sounds like a boyfriend," Sirius repeated, his voice was soft, becoming a part of the darkness that enveloped the two of them. Remus wasn't sure how to respond. Sirius hesitated then his hand flattened on Remus' chest and he pushed himself up.
With the lamp off the room was dark but Remus could just make out Sirius' face. His brows pulled low over his eyes and his mouth set in an unhappy frown. "Have we done that? Made that leap from friends with benefits to boyfriends?" Remus felt his heart kick up a violent pace behind his ribs.
Why was Sirius asking this question? How did he want Remus to answer? Should Remus tell him, no we're just friends helping each other out? Should he say of course how they could be anything else? God, he wasn't sure how to have this conversation. When he opened his mouth to say they were still friends the words felt like acid in his throat. He couldn't say them. He wasn't Sirius' friend, they were so much more to each other. At least Remus hoped they were.
"I don't think we've been friends with benefits for a while. No strings attached doesn't usually involve fluid bonding and exclusivity," Remus pointed out and Sirius nodded slowly. "Are you ok with that?" Sirius had outgrown a lot of his dramatic tendencies but he could still be rather flighty. Remus worried Sirius was going to run away from this, from them, from him.
"Are you?" Sirius asked softly. "I promised you a fun thing while we were both adapting to be adults. Then I went and caught feelings like some stupid kid." Remus held back his laughter.
"Well I think your feelings are contagious," Remus told him and could feel those eyes examine his face in the dark. Sirius was always better at seeing him in the dark, it was an unfair advantage now.
"You should have said something," was what finally came out of Sirius' mouth.
"You should have said something," Remus retorted and Sirius' unhappy mask cracked. He gave Remus a slightly relieved smile. "Is that what tonight was in service of? Getting me to admit my feelings."
"I thought Lloyd was taking the piss. He asked if our lovey dovey thing was real or a PR stunt, he wanted to ask you out. I told him we were friends and he just made some glib comment about how he wished his friends looked at him like you look at me," Sirius made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "I'm not about to trust a man that can see a relationship with a martini glass. I asked Lily about it. She knows you better than anyone except for me and she knows me practically better than anyone except maybe James. She thought the reason the three of us shared a flat was because you and I figured it out before we were done with school."
"Well Lily is a hopeless optimist," Remus commented. His heart was still beating hard but now it was in excitement rather than terror.
"Figured I would use my... skills to see if..." Sirius bit his lip.
"To trick me into confessing. You brat," Remus grabbed his arms and pinned him to the bed to be tickled. Sirius squirmed under him with shrieking laughter.
"You were always better at feelings," Sirius commented when Remus' fingers had stilled. It was nice to hold Sirius and for it not to be in service of anything. They were allowed to be this way with each other. The amount of relief Remus felt couldn't be put into words.
"I love you," Remus stated and he saw the flash of a smile in the darkness.
"I love you too," Sirius responded.
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