Fic: Stargazing (1/1) & Untitled (1/1)
Title: Stargazing
Author: kittyling
Series: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13-ish for sensuality.
Word Count: 883
Remus has realized, as they begin truly exploring this--thing they have started, that Sirius is intent on discovering everything he can about his new lover all on his own, without any hints. He is a conquistador and a cartographer once again, drawing up his own personal Map of Remus's body in his mind (not to be shared with other Marauders, which only makes each discovery more thrilling), tiny details added with each passing day. Remus knows that Sirius only puts this much effort into endeavors that he really cares about; with this knowledge in mind, Remus is not sure whether to feel flattered or extremely self-conscious.
Sirius is all wiry limbs and lean muscles, smelling of earth and smoke and always a touch of puppy dander. His hands, large and warm and rough with calluses on the pads of his fingers, do most of the mapping--smoothing over every dip and curve, sometimes creating tremors in their wake and always spreading warmth through Remus to the tips of his toes. Everything about Sirius exudes warmth, lips searing against Remus's skin like the Muggle lighter Sirius uses for his cigarettes, a spark of heat as he nips with sharp teeth and then a slow burn with each kiss trailing across his shoulder, finding that spot at the nape of Remus's neck that sets off a little twinge low in his stomach, skin prickling into goose flesh.
And then Remus can feel Sirius's lips curve into a slow smile against his back, fingers playfully squeezing his hip. "I've found something, Moony."
Remus shifts, attempting to look over his shoulder at Sirius and only catching an eyeful of shaggy, jet-black hair, so he settles instead on keeping his gaze forward, picking at a loose thread in the blanket draped over them and watching as it unravels. "You discovered my shoulder weeks ago, Pads. Bruised it something awful, if memory serves me right."
That earns Remus another playful bite, teeth catching on sensitive skin. "Had to mark that spot to remember for later, didn't I? And I have discovered--" Sirius pauses dramatically, as Remus's eyebrows quirk upward, "that you have the cosmos on your back, my dear friend. I no longer need the night sky to go star-gazing."
Remus's eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline--had that been something other than cigarette smoke he smelled on Sirius's breath? Before he can question his friend's sanity (and sobriety), Sirius's fingers are creeping up his back, the tips landing in delicate succession on different spots on his shoulder blade. "There is a freckle constellation, here. It's quite charming."
There's an innocence to Sirius's 'discoveries' (even when they are, er, perhaps only appropriate for the two of them to discuss under covers in the dark) that Remus appreciates; half the time, Remus expects to hear "Oh, Moony, I've found another great hideous scar on your thigh! How'd you give yourself that one?" or, "I've discovered that I much prefer the delightful curves of the female form and am going to find myself a nice bird to snog now. Thanks for the practice, mate!".
Instead, Sirius's fingers are doing a little tapdance over the freckles on Remus's back. "You know I've always been brilliant at astronomy, but I can't for the life of me recognize this little cluster of stars. Perhaps I've come across completely uncharted territory, in which case I'll need to name my discovery..." Sirius seems to consider this for a long moment, and Remus can almost sense that grin of his, a little twinkle in those dark eyes. "How does 'Moony Major' sound to you?"
Remus snorts at that, finally rolling over so that he can properly look at Sirius, who seems a bit put out that his star-gazing has been cut short. "Do I want to know what 'Moony Minor' is?"
Sirius barks out a laugh, pulling Remus closer and pressing a kiss to his nose. "I was going to name each of the stars next, you spoil-sport. Need to find the brightest one. But as you've blocked my view, and all--" Sirius's lips are now pressing to his jaw, peppering kisses down his throat, "--I suppose I'll have to finish this another night."
Remus's first, knee-jerk thought is an embarrassing one: Sirius does not need to search for the brightest star, because he is the brightest star in Remus's shabby excuse for a solar system. Remus has always gravitated towards him, willingly or not, and it must be really late because this metaphor is getting out of hand and Remus has never been terribly good at astronomy, anyway.
Sirius seems to sense something (perhaps in the flush of Remus's cheeks or the way his eyebrows are knitting together) because he lightly pinches Remus's waist. "What's going on in that overworked brain of yours, Moony?"
"I'm thinking," Remus replies, swatting Sirius's fingers away, "that your methods of wooing and seduction are very strange, Sirius Black."
And there's that twinkle in his eye again, and a smug grin to accompany it. "Strangeness and all, they seem to have worked on you, haven't they?"
Remus wants to say no, of course they haven't, please ignore the fact that I'm lying naked in your bed but he finds his mouth suddenly occupied with kissing Sirius, soft and slow and deep.
Perhaps, Remus thinks absently, he can allow a night or two more of star-gazing.
Title: Untitled
Author: kittyling
Series: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: Hard R/NC-17 for sexuality and implied drug/alcohol use.
Word Count: 877
They're running, leaping, stumbling over tree roots and stones--and the roar of the air as it whooshes past them, stirred into movement by them, is almost deafening, much louder than it should be. Remus thinks that he would probably fall and never be able to get up again if Sirius's grip on his hand weren't so firm, pulling him along as if there is no effort involved at all--as if they're meant to be connected like this, long fingers entwined.
After what feels like a millisecond (or forever--it's hard to tell the difference, really) they reach the top of the hill and Sirius does let go, jogging forward several steps and letting out a long, triumphant howl. Remus collapses and unfolds into the long, tickly grass, staring upward at the dark sky. The moon is big and bright tonight (luckily not full, as Remus does not want to spend this night in wolf's clothing, thank you very much) and suddenly it's blocked by someone standing over him. Sirius's silhouette is so dark against milky white, a bit blurry around the edges and Remus squints, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. The moon triggers a memory of something (like it triggers everything else in Remus's life, damn it all) and he shifts slightly, eyebrows knitting together in concern.
"The moon is too bright, Sirius," he says slowly, blinking up at that dark, shaggy shape above him, "we won't be able to see the stars properly."
Sirius just lowers to his knees, straddling Remus's hips and grinning that impossibly handsome, infuriating grin of his. He's leaning in close and Remus can smell the alcohol and smoke on his breath (and Merlin that is a strong smell--about as strong as the taste, he'll never get used to it--but hopefully no one will notice by the time they get back).
"I wouldn't have dragged you out here, dear Moony, if I didn't know for a fact that you would see shooting stars this evening."
"Have you seen the moon? It's so bright that it's making you awfully difficult to make out, you're just this big dark blob above me in contrast with it, I need to get you into focus--" Remus gives up on his eyes, instead reaching out with his hands, fingers tracing the lines of Sirius's face, threading through his hair and then drifting back down to his jaw--so smooth, he must have shaved this afternoon--and lightly, faintly brushing over his lower lip.
He can feel Sirius's gaze on him, feels his own heart fluttering in his ribcage and hears it pounding in his ears when the other boy presses one, two kisses to his fingertips and then lets his own fingers curl around Remus's wrist, pulling it back as he leans down, kissing him fully on the lips.
It's only a moment before laughter seems to bubble up from Sirius's chest, the sound mostly swallowed, lost between their mouths until he pulls back and Remus frowns. "I know that you're high as a kite and I'm not the best kisser in the world--but really, Pads, is that necessary?"
Sirius manages to stifle his laughter, the sound reduced to a soft rumble as he shakes his head, murmuring. "No, Moony, it's just-- I don't suppose you'll be able to see those meteors if I'm snogging the living daylights out of you, hm?"
Remus is about to protest that snogging is just as nice as looking at the sky when Sirius shifts, scooting himself down Remus's body until his head is about level with his hips, glancing up and asking, "How's the view, now?"
Remus sinks his head back into the grass--it really is scratchy and a bit damp, he's not sure why they didn't think to bring a blanket--and lets his gaze drift upward. No shooting stars, but the ones overhead are awfully twinkly. He feels a bit as if the ground beneath him is rocking him gently back and forth, or perhaps the sky is tilting...or perhaps it's some combination of the two?
He doesn't have much time to contemplate that before he hears the distinct, metallic purr of his zipper being lowered, and in what feels like half a second (he's half-hard already, fuck, when did that happen?) his cock is engulfed in the wet-warmth of Sirius's mouth. Remus closes his eyes and hisses through clenched teeth, "Sirius, what are you--"
There's no response other than that tongue doing something that makes Remus tangle his fingers in Sirius's hair, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He's half-afraid that he's going to get lost in this sensation, this spark of pleasure, and he won't be able to find his way back down--and he half-hopes that that's what will happen, that all he'll be able to feel from this moment onward is Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.
Remus is no longer entirely certain of what he's thinking and what he's saying aloud. He squeezes his eyes shut harder than before, his breathing growing ragged and there it is--the muscles in his body all seem to tense at once and with a shudder and a gasp there's a spark of light, stars bursting behind his eyelids.
The next morning, in the haze of hangover and muddled memories, Remus supposes that he did see a meteor or two, after all.
Author: kittyling
Series: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13-ish for sensuality.
Word Count: 883
Remus has realized, as they begin truly exploring this--thing they have started, that Sirius is intent on discovering everything he can about his new lover all on his own, without any hints. He is a conquistador and a cartographer once again, drawing up his own personal Map of Remus's body in his mind (not to be shared with other Marauders, which only makes each discovery more thrilling), tiny details added with each passing day. Remus knows that Sirius only puts this much effort into endeavors that he really cares about; with this knowledge in mind, Remus is not sure whether to feel flattered or extremely self-conscious.
Sirius is all wiry limbs and lean muscles, smelling of earth and smoke and always a touch of puppy dander. His hands, large and warm and rough with calluses on the pads of his fingers, do most of the mapping--smoothing over every dip and curve, sometimes creating tremors in their wake and always spreading warmth through Remus to the tips of his toes. Everything about Sirius exudes warmth, lips searing against Remus's skin like the Muggle lighter Sirius uses for his cigarettes, a spark of heat as he nips with sharp teeth and then a slow burn with each kiss trailing across his shoulder, finding that spot at the nape of Remus's neck that sets off a little twinge low in his stomach, skin prickling into goose flesh.
And then Remus can feel Sirius's lips curve into a slow smile against his back, fingers playfully squeezing his hip. "I've found something, Moony."
Remus shifts, attempting to look over his shoulder at Sirius and only catching an eyeful of shaggy, jet-black hair, so he settles instead on keeping his gaze forward, picking at a loose thread in the blanket draped over them and watching as it unravels. "You discovered my shoulder weeks ago, Pads. Bruised it something awful, if memory serves me right."
That earns Remus another playful bite, teeth catching on sensitive skin. "Had to mark that spot to remember for later, didn't I? And I have discovered--" Sirius pauses dramatically, as Remus's eyebrows quirk upward, "that you have the cosmos on your back, my dear friend. I no longer need the night sky to go star-gazing."
Remus's eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline--had that been something other than cigarette smoke he smelled on Sirius's breath? Before he can question his friend's sanity (and sobriety), Sirius's fingers are creeping up his back, the tips landing in delicate succession on different spots on his shoulder blade. "There is a freckle constellation, here. It's quite charming."
There's an innocence to Sirius's 'discoveries' (even when they are, er, perhaps only appropriate for the two of them to discuss under covers in the dark) that Remus appreciates; half the time, Remus expects to hear "Oh, Moony, I've found another great hideous scar on your thigh! How'd you give yourself that one?" or, "I've discovered that I much prefer the delightful curves of the female form and am going to find myself a nice bird to snog now. Thanks for the practice, mate!".
Instead, Sirius's fingers are doing a little tapdance over the freckles on Remus's back. "You know I've always been brilliant at astronomy, but I can't for the life of me recognize this little cluster of stars. Perhaps I've come across completely uncharted territory, in which case I'll need to name my discovery..." Sirius seems to consider this for a long moment, and Remus can almost sense that grin of his, a little twinkle in those dark eyes. "How does 'Moony Major' sound to you?"
Remus snorts at that, finally rolling over so that he can properly look at Sirius, who seems a bit put out that his star-gazing has been cut short. "Do I want to know what 'Moony Minor' is?"
Sirius barks out a laugh, pulling Remus closer and pressing a kiss to his nose. "I was going to name each of the stars next, you spoil-sport. Need to find the brightest one. But as you've blocked my view, and all--" Sirius's lips are now pressing to his jaw, peppering kisses down his throat, "--I suppose I'll have to finish this another night."
Remus's first, knee-jerk thought is an embarrassing one: Sirius does not need to search for the brightest star, because he is the brightest star in Remus's shabby excuse for a solar system. Remus has always gravitated towards him, willingly or not, and it must be really late because this metaphor is getting out of hand and Remus has never been terribly good at astronomy, anyway.
Sirius seems to sense something (perhaps in the flush of Remus's cheeks or the way his eyebrows are knitting together) because he lightly pinches Remus's waist. "What's going on in that overworked brain of yours, Moony?"
"I'm thinking," Remus replies, swatting Sirius's fingers away, "that your methods of wooing and seduction are very strange, Sirius Black."
And there's that twinkle in his eye again, and a smug grin to accompany it. "Strangeness and all, they seem to have worked on you, haven't they?"
Remus wants to say no, of course they haven't, please ignore the fact that I'm lying naked in your bed but he finds his mouth suddenly occupied with kissing Sirius, soft and slow and deep.
Perhaps, Remus thinks absently, he can allow a night or two more of star-gazing.
Title: Untitled
Author: kittyling
Series: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: Hard R/NC-17 for sexuality and implied drug/alcohol use.
Word Count: 877
They're running, leaping, stumbling over tree roots and stones--and the roar of the air as it whooshes past them, stirred into movement by them, is almost deafening, much louder than it should be. Remus thinks that he would probably fall and never be able to get up again if Sirius's grip on his hand weren't so firm, pulling him along as if there is no effort involved at all--as if they're meant to be connected like this, long fingers entwined.
After what feels like a millisecond (or forever--it's hard to tell the difference, really) they reach the top of the hill and Sirius does let go, jogging forward several steps and letting out a long, triumphant howl. Remus collapses and unfolds into the long, tickly grass, staring upward at the dark sky. The moon is big and bright tonight (luckily not full, as Remus does not want to spend this night in wolf's clothing, thank you very much) and suddenly it's blocked by someone standing over him. Sirius's silhouette is so dark against milky white, a bit blurry around the edges and Remus squints, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. The moon triggers a memory of something (like it triggers everything else in Remus's life, damn it all) and he shifts slightly, eyebrows knitting together in concern.
"The moon is too bright, Sirius," he says slowly, blinking up at that dark, shaggy shape above him, "we won't be able to see the stars properly."
Sirius just lowers to his knees, straddling Remus's hips and grinning that impossibly handsome, infuriating grin of his. He's leaning in close and Remus can smell the alcohol and smoke on his breath (and Merlin that is a strong smell--about as strong as the taste, he'll never get used to it--but hopefully no one will notice by the time they get back).
"I wouldn't have dragged you out here, dear Moony, if I didn't know for a fact that you would see shooting stars this evening."
"Have you seen the moon? It's so bright that it's making you awfully difficult to make out, you're just this big dark blob above me in contrast with it, I need to get you into focus--" Remus gives up on his eyes, instead reaching out with his hands, fingers tracing the lines of Sirius's face, threading through his hair and then drifting back down to his jaw--so smooth, he must have shaved this afternoon--and lightly, faintly brushing over his lower lip.
He can feel Sirius's gaze on him, feels his own heart fluttering in his ribcage and hears it pounding in his ears when the other boy presses one, two kisses to his fingertips and then lets his own fingers curl around Remus's wrist, pulling it back as he leans down, kissing him fully on the lips.
It's only a moment before laughter seems to bubble up from Sirius's chest, the sound mostly swallowed, lost between their mouths until he pulls back and Remus frowns. "I know that you're high as a kite and I'm not the best kisser in the world--but really, Pads, is that necessary?"
Sirius manages to stifle his laughter, the sound reduced to a soft rumble as he shakes his head, murmuring. "No, Moony, it's just-- I don't suppose you'll be able to see those meteors if I'm snogging the living daylights out of you, hm?"
Remus is about to protest that snogging is just as nice as looking at the sky when Sirius shifts, scooting himself down Remus's body until his head is about level with his hips, glancing up and asking, "How's the view, now?"
Remus sinks his head back into the grass--it really is scratchy and a bit damp, he's not sure why they didn't think to bring a blanket--and lets his gaze drift upward. No shooting stars, but the ones overhead are awfully twinkly. He feels a bit as if the ground beneath him is rocking him gently back and forth, or perhaps the sky is tilting...or perhaps it's some combination of the two?
He doesn't have much time to contemplate that before he hears the distinct, metallic purr of his zipper being lowered, and in what feels like half a second (he's half-hard already, fuck, when did that happen?) his cock is engulfed in the wet-warmth of Sirius's mouth. Remus closes his eyes and hisses through clenched teeth, "Sirius, what are you--"
There's no response other than that tongue doing something that makes Remus tangle his fingers in Sirius's hair, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He's half-afraid that he's going to get lost in this sensation, this spark of pleasure, and he won't be able to find his way back down--and he half-hopes that that's what will happen, that all he'll be able to feel from this moment onward is Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.
Remus is no longer entirely certain of what he's thinking and what he's saying aloud. He squeezes his eyes shut harder than before, his breathing growing ragged and there it is--the muscles in his body all seem to tense at once and with a shudder and a gasp there's a spark of light, stars bursting behind his eyelids.
The next morning, in the haze of hangover and muddled memories, Remus supposes that he did see a meteor or two, after all.