HP: Memories 4/12
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wildernesstalesRating: R (I think/hope?)
Summary: The morning after a full moon. (And yes, I’m not getting any better at writing summaries as this series goes on… Suggestions still more than welcome!)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: Right… we’ve had the fluff… we’ve had the angst… we’ve had the humor(?). It’s only fair to let the smut make an appearance ;)
Just bear in mind, I get horribly embarrassed writing this sort of thing *blushes* Italics are diary entries.
Feedback makes friends.
The things that man can do with his hands. And his tongue. And his –
He can make my knees go weak just by looking at me. I love his eyes. I can see the love I have for him reflected back at me.
And his body. Thinking about his body could keep me occupied for hours. And I like being occupied with his body!
Remus woke early that morning, his muscles screaming in protest as he tried to stretch. The warm body behind him stopped him stretching fully. That and the erection pressed against his thigh.
“Good morning Sirius.” He murmured affectionately, leaning back against Sirius. He was rewarded with a nuzzle against his neck.
“Mornin’ Moony.” Sirius mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He draped an arm over Remus pulling him closer, still nuzzling his neck. “How you feeling?”
“I’m feeling… ah… fine.” Remus’ voice hitched as Sirius’ fingers drew light circles across his chest, brushing his nipples.
“Oh good.” Sirius said, moving his hand lower and nibbling on Remus’ ear. Remus arched back as Sirius’ hand found what it was searching for, and he let out a moan.
“Much much better than being woken with a kiss.” He murmured huskily.
“Or a pillow?” Sirius reminded him cheekily, rolling Remus over on to his back. Remus smiled up at him before entangling his fingers in Sirius’ hair and pulling him down for a kiss.
When they eventually broke apart, desperate for air, Sirius smiled fondly down at Remus.
“How do you feel Moony?” he asked with concern.
“Like I normally do after full moon Sirius.” Remus replied, turning on his side to face Sirius and wincing. “I ache all over.”
Sirius unabashedly raked his eyes over Remus’ lithe form, carefully cataloguing the new scratches and bruises.
“It’s not as bad as it looks Sirius. I’ve looked worse.”
“Still feel good though.” Sirius countered softly. Remus laughed.
“Maybe we should do that every full moon then.”
“My pleasure!” Sirius lowered his head and claimed Remus’ mouth in a searing kiss. Remus pulled him closer, one hand slowly moving across Sirius’ chest. Sirius pressed down closer, his lips tracing a trail down Remus’ neck, revelling in the harsh breathing his ministrations were producing. Remus twisted, trying to get more bodily contact with Sirius.
Who promptly propped himself up on his arms, grinning wickedly.
“Tease!” Remus admonished quietly, admiring the way the muscles rippled across Sirius’ chest as he reached for the bottle of oil they kept in the nightstand.
“So are you.” Sirius retorted. Remus giggled and pulled him down for another kiss.
“Then let’s stop teasing each other.”
“Mmmm…” Sirius propped himself back up and opened the bottle, letting the oil trickle slowly across Remus’ chest. He hissed as the oil found its way into fresh cuts, clenching against the pain. He relaxed when Sirius’ hands smoothed over his chest, toying with his nipples and vanishing the pain as though he’d spelled it away. Remus murmured soft and low, thrusting up as Sirius’ hands trailed across his hips. He moaned again as lips replaced fingers, tracing a course closer and closer.
When Sirius’ mouth finally enveloped him, he couldn’t help but cry out. He continued thrusting into Sirius’ mouth until hands on his hips stopped him. He opened his eyes in time to see Sirius licking his lips before pouring more oil onto his hands. Remus shifted slightly, opening his legs to allow Sirius better access. He arched in a silent gasp as he felt the first touch. Any feelings of discomfort were soon driving from his mind and he writhed wantonly under Sirius.
He moaned his disappointment as Sirius withdrew. Gentle hands on his shoulders rolled him onto his side.
“More comfortable for you.” He heard Sirius whisper. Had he wanted to reply, he wouldn’t have been able to form the words, fogged in a cloud of pleasure as he was.
Warm breath against his neck signalled Sirius curling up behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as he pressed back against Sirius, the coolness of the oil contrasting with the heat of Sirius’ erection.
Continuing to push back, he was rewarded with a soft gasp from Sirius as they finally made contact. He echoed the gasp moments later as Sirius’ hand found its way back to his own matching erection.
Slowly Sirius entered him, trying not to cause any more pain. Inch by inch he was being filled and enjoying every second. Once he was completely in Sirius paused, allowing Remus to get used to the sensation before beginning a slow thrusting rhythm. Timing his thrusts with the pumping of Remus’ erection had them both moaning in pleasure, breathing confessions of love between thrusts.
Remus cried Sirius’ name as he came, pushing back against his lover, savoring the waves of pleasure washing through him.
A final thrust and Sirius was coming too, arms wrapped around Remus’ chest, breathing his name.
~*~
They lay there for long moments, each too exhausted and saited to move.
“Love you Moony.”
“Love you Sirius.”
~*~*~
Remus lay there, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel Sirius’ hands on his body. He could smell and taste the sweat in the air. Thrusting shallowly he came, Sirius’ name on his lips.
He opened his eyes and blinked, his brain not registering for long seconds that Sirius wasn’t there.
“Love you Sirius.” He murmured to the empty room, a tear trickling down his cheek. He almost swore he could hear Sirius echoing him with a ‘Love you Moony.’
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
Summary: The morning after a full moon. (And yes, I’m not getting any better at writing summaries as this series goes on… Suggestions still more than welcome!)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: Right… we’ve had the fluff… we’ve had the angst… we’ve had the humor(?). It’s only fair to let the smut make an appearance ;)
Just bear in mind, I get horribly embarrassed writing this sort of thing *blushes* Italics are diary entries.
Feedback makes friends.
The things that man can do with his hands. And his tongue. And his –
He can make my knees go weak just by looking at me. I love his eyes. I can see the love I have for him reflected back at me.
And his body. Thinking about his body could keep me occupied for hours. And I like being occupied with his body!
Remus woke early that morning, his muscles screaming in protest as he tried to stretch. The warm body behind him stopped him stretching fully. That and the erection pressed against his thigh.
“Good morning Sirius.” He murmured affectionately, leaning back against Sirius. He was rewarded with a nuzzle against his neck.
“Mornin’ Moony.” Sirius mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He draped an arm over Remus pulling him closer, still nuzzling his neck. “How you feeling?”
“I’m feeling… ah… fine.” Remus’ voice hitched as Sirius’ fingers drew light circles across his chest, brushing his nipples.
“Oh good.” Sirius said, moving his hand lower and nibbling on Remus’ ear. Remus arched back as Sirius’ hand found what it was searching for, and he let out a moan.
“Much much better than being woken with a kiss.” He murmured huskily.
“Or a pillow?” Sirius reminded him cheekily, rolling Remus over on to his back. Remus smiled up at him before entangling his fingers in Sirius’ hair and pulling him down for a kiss.
When they eventually broke apart, desperate for air, Sirius smiled fondly down at Remus.
“How do you feel Moony?” he asked with concern.
“Like I normally do after full moon Sirius.” Remus replied, turning on his side to face Sirius and wincing. “I ache all over.”
Sirius unabashedly raked his eyes over Remus’ lithe form, carefully cataloguing the new scratches and bruises.
“It’s not as bad as it looks Sirius. I’ve looked worse.”
“Still feel good though.” Sirius countered softly. Remus laughed.
“Maybe we should do that every full moon then.”
“My pleasure!” Sirius lowered his head and claimed Remus’ mouth in a searing kiss. Remus pulled him closer, one hand slowly moving across Sirius’ chest. Sirius pressed down closer, his lips tracing a trail down Remus’ neck, revelling in the harsh breathing his ministrations were producing. Remus twisted, trying to get more bodily contact with Sirius.
Who promptly propped himself up on his arms, grinning wickedly.
“Tease!” Remus admonished quietly, admiring the way the muscles rippled across Sirius’ chest as he reached for the bottle of oil they kept in the nightstand.
“So are you.” Sirius retorted. Remus giggled and pulled him down for another kiss.
“Then let’s stop teasing each other.”
“Mmmm…” Sirius propped himself back up and opened the bottle, letting the oil trickle slowly across Remus’ chest. He hissed as the oil found its way into fresh cuts, clenching against the pain. He relaxed when Sirius’ hands smoothed over his chest, toying with his nipples and vanishing the pain as though he’d spelled it away. Remus murmured soft and low, thrusting up as Sirius’ hands trailed across his hips. He moaned again as lips replaced fingers, tracing a course closer and closer.
When Sirius’ mouth finally enveloped him, he couldn’t help but cry out. He continued thrusting into Sirius’ mouth until hands on his hips stopped him. He opened his eyes in time to see Sirius licking his lips before pouring more oil onto his hands. Remus shifted slightly, opening his legs to allow Sirius better access. He arched in a silent gasp as he felt the first touch. Any feelings of discomfort were soon driving from his mind and he writhed wantonly under Sirius.
He moaned his disappointment as Sirius withdrew. Gentle hands on his shoulders rolled him onto his side.
“More comfortable for you.” He heard Sirius whisper. Had he wanted to reply, he wouldn’t have been able to form the words, fogged in a cloud of pleasure as he was.
Warm breath against his neck signalled Sirius curling up behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as he pressed back against Sirius, the coolness of the oil contrasting with the heat of Sirius’ erection.
Continuing to push back, he was rewarded with a soft gasp from Sirius as they finally made contact. He echoed the gasp moments later as Sirius’ hand found its way back to his own matching erection.
Slowly Sirius entered him, trying not to cause any more pain. Inch by inch he was being filled and enjoying every second. Once he was completely in Sirius paused, allowing Remus to get used to the sensation before beginning a slow thrusting rhythm. Timing his thrusts with the pumping of Remus’ erection had them both moaning in pleasure, breathing confessions of love between thrusts.
Remus cried Sirius’ name as he came, pushing back against his lover, savoring the waves of pleasure washing through him.
A final thrust and Sirius was coming too, arms wrapped around Remus’ chest, breathing his name.
They lay there for long moments, each too exhausted and saited to move.
“Love you Moony.”
“Love you Sirius.”
Remus lay there, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel Sirius’ hands on his body. He could smell and taste the sweat in the air. Thrusting shallowly he came, Sirius’ name on his lips.
He opened his eyes and blinked, his brain not registering for long seconds that Sirius wasn’t there.
“Love you Sirius.” He murmured to the empty room, a tear trickling down his cheek. He almost swore he could hear Sirius echoing him with a ‘Love you Moony.’
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
