Day Fifteen Drabbles
Day Fifteen already! So many wonderful drabbles to go! Enjoy!
Title: Naked
Author: lady_luthienne
Summary: Sirius lifts his eyes to discover Remus observing him with the concentrating look which means he’s planning something potentially incredible.
Contains: fingersucking, nonexplicit below-the-waist touching, and perhaps a smidge of humor
Prompt Number: 50
Naked on Remus’ bed, he watches Remus’ long slender hands methodically, unhurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. They start at the satiny hollow of his throat, working downward over his leanly muscled chest. Each twist of agile fingers reveals another inch of skin.
When the hands reach the waistband of Remus’ tatty Muggle denims, Sirius lifts his eyes to discover Remus observing him with the concentrating look which means he’s planning something potentially incredible. Sirius knows he’d be foolish to refuse.
Remus extends one of those beautiful hands, beckoning. Sirius scoots forward, presses his cheek shamelessly into the offered hand, and Remus’ other hand comes up to cradle his face. His lips part at the questing tap of Remus’ first two fingers, sucking them into his mouth to explore every quill-made callous, every crease and angle of every knuckle, until the neatly trimmed nails are scraping the back of his throat. Sirius swirls his tongue round and round the fingers, and slips it inbetween to tease the delicate webbing where they meet Remus’ palm.
Then Remus draws them slowly out. “Lie back.”
Sirius complies, unsure what to expect next. He jerks as Remus’ unmolested hand wraps tightly around him, then yelps in shocked delight as spit-slick fingertips gently prod a place he’s never imagined could give him such pleasure.
“All right?” Remus mutters, voice thick with controlled desire.
Sirius gazes enthralled at Remus looming above him.
“Yes, oh yes,” he pants. “But first-- um, first-- maybe you should take off your trousers.”
Title: Lupin and His ... Longevity
Author: ohkaye
Summary: Sirius realizes his personal hobbies are no longer adequate.
Contains: Wanking, implied past anal/oral/manual sex.
Notes: None, save that I rarely write porn. Thank you to my wonderful beta M!*
Prompt Number: 14
Wanking, Sirius reflects as he proceeds to do just that, does not have the same effect on him as Remus Lupin’s body.
Generally Sirius has given over wanking entirely, preferring to utilize the many talents of his lover’s hands and mouth and and cock, but when Remus is unavailable to him and Sirius is bored and horny, well, he doesn’t really have a choice. Shame (he thinks as he slips his hand into his pants, palming his swelling cock) that Remus isn’t here right now, with his spare clean lines and his … longevity. With his twisting tongue and dry smile.
It’s easy enough to imagine. Remus and his long, pulsing erection hovering over Sirius’ flushed body, his teeth digging into Sirius’ collarbones, his fingers slowly easing him open. Remus never rushes lovemaking. He likes to make Sirius beg for it, likes to torture him with slow minutes ticking by at the very edge of bliss. When Sirius wanks it is generally rough and quick and feels marvelous, but Remus has taught him what fervor really means. They’ve discovered they can’t fuck before classes - even if they have the time for Remus’ torturously slow hands, Sirius is often so stupid with post-orgasmic lassitude that he’s useless for the first half of the day, capable of thinking only of getting back to the dorm and making Remus beg.
“Fuck,” Sirius huffs, low behind his closed curtains, arching his hips into his hands and twisting to thrust a saliva-wet finger into himself. His fingers don’t produce the same effect as Remus’, but it’s close enough, and he comes in short bursts with his hips snapping forward, the throb of his orgasm ebbing even as he pulls his hand away.
Later, he thinks, Remus will beg.
Title: It May Be All I Need
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: A lazy Sunday morning in a third floor flat.
Contains: Rimming
Notes: Title and some inspiration from Maroon 5’s song “Sunday Morning”
Prompt Number: 7
Remus opens his eyes and smiles. Sirius is up, unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth and looking for his lighter in the clutter of empty bottles, records and clothes on their bedroom floor. He is tanned and lean and he had the decency to put on his pants before walking about the flat with the windows open, but they ride so low on his hips that Remus can see the beginning of the dark curls above his cock. It’s enough for his own cock to start harden against the mattress.
Sirius notices him awake and smiles brightly. He jumps back to bed (the mattress on the floor which they call a bed, because they haven’t bought one yet), cigarette forgotten in his haste to divest Remus from the blankets. He licks up Remus’ spine, which always makes Remus shudder, before muttering a husky g’morning in his ear.
Remus doesn’t answer, instead turning his head for a kiss. Sirius smiles against his lips and kisses his neck, his shoulder, and back down his spine. He bites softly on Remus’ arse, and then parts his cheeks, licking a long line between them.
Remus moans hoarsely, and pushes his arse back against Sirius’ tongue. He’ll never get over how something so simple can feel so fucking good. He bites his lip to keep from screaming (the windows are open, after all) as Sirius slowly pushes his tongue inside him.
Sirius stops when Remus is on the verge of orgasm, and replaces his tongue with his cock. They fuck lazily, like the world has stopped and nothing matters but the slide of skin on skin. After they’ve both come and are slowly beginning to fall back asleep, Remus thinks he could get used to waking up like this for the rest of his life.
Title: Naked
Author: lady_luthienne
Summary: Sirius lifts his eyes to discover Remus observing him with the concentrating look which means he’s planning something potentially incredible.
Contains: fingersucking, nonexplicit below-the-waist touching, and perhaps a smidge of humor
Prompt Number: 50
Naked on Remus’ bed, he watches Remus’ long slender hands methodically, unhurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. They start at the satiny hollow of his throat, working downward over his leanly muscled chest. Each twist of agile fingers reveals another inch of skin.
When the hands reach the waistband of Remus’ tatty Muggle denims, Sirius lifts his eyes to discover Remus observing him with the concentrating look which means he’s planning something potentially incredible. Sirius knows he’d be foolish to refuse.
Remus extends one of those beautiful hands, beckoning. Sirius scoots forward, presses his cheek shamelessly into the offered hand, and Remus’ other hand comes up to cradle his face. His lips part at the questing tap of Remus’ first two fingers, sucking them into his mouth to explore every quill-made callous, every crease and angle of every knuckle, until the neatly trimmed nails are scraping the back of his throat. Sirius swirls his tongue round and round the fingers, and slips it inbetween to tease the delicate webbing where they meet Remus’ palm.
Then Remus draws them slowly out. “Lie back.”
Sirius complies, unsure what to expect next. He jerks as Remus’ unmolested hand wraps tightly around him, then yelps in shocked delight as spit-slick fingertips gently prod a place he’s never imagined could give him such pleasure.
“All right?” Remus mutters, voice thick with controlled desire.
Sirius gazes enthralled at Remus looming above him.
“Yes, oh yes,” he pants. “But first-- um, first-- maybe you should take off your trousers.”
Title: Lupin and His ... Longevity
Author: ohkaye
Summary: Sirius realizes his personal hobbies are no longer adequate.
Contains: Wanking, implied past anal/oral/manual sex.
Notes: None, save that I rarely write porn. Thank you to my wonderful beta M!*
Prompt Number: 14
Wanking, Sirius reflects as he proceeds to do just that, does not have the same effect on him as Remus Lupin’s body.
Generally Sirius has given over wanking entirely, preferring to utilize the many talents of his lover’s hands and mouth and and cock, but when Remus is unavailable to him and Sirius is bored and horny, well, he doesn’t really have a choice. Shame (he thinks as he slips his hand into his pants, palming his swelling cock) that Remus isn’t here right now, with his spare clean lines and his … longevity. With his twisting tongue and dry smile.
It’s easy enough to imagine. Remus and his long, pulsing erection hovering over Sirius’ flushed body, his teeth digging into Sirius’ collarbones, his fingers slowly easing him open. Remus never rushes lovemaking. He likes to make Sirius beg for it, likes to torture him with slow minutes ticking by at the very edge of bliss. When Sirius wanks it is generally rough and quick and feels marvelous, but Remus has taught him what fervor really means. They’ve discovered they can’t fuck before classes - even if they have the time for Remus’ torturously slow hands, Sirius is often so stupid with post-orgasmic lassitude that he’s useless for the first half of the day, capable of thinking only of getting back to the dorm and making Remus beg.
“Fuck,” Sirius huffs, low behind his closed curtains, arching his hips into his hands and twisting to thrust a saliva-wet finger into himself. His fingers don’t produce the same effect as Remus’, but it’s close enough, and he comes in short bursts with his hips snapping forward, the throb of his orgasm ebbing even as he pulls his hand away.
Later, he thinks, Remus will beg.
Title: It May Be All I Need
Author: dreaminginblack
Summary: A lazy Sunday morning in a third floor flat.
Contains: Rimming
Notes: Title and some inspiration from Maroon 5’s song “Sunday Morning”
Prompt Number: 7
Remus opens his eyes and smiles. Sirius is up, unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth and looking for his lighter in the clutter of empty bottles, records and clothes on their bedroom floor. He is tanned and lean and he had the decency to put on his pants before walking about the flat with the windows open, but they ride so low on his hips that Remus can see the beginning of the dark curls above his cock. It’s enough for his own cock to start harden against the mattress.
Sirius notices him awake and smiles brightly. He jumps back to bed (the mattress on the floor which they call a bed, because they haven’t bought one yet), cigarette forgotten in his haste to divest Remus from the blankets. He licks up Remus’ spine, which always makes Remus shudder, before muttering a husky g’morning in his ear.
Remus doesn’t answer, instead turning his head for a kiss. Sirius smiles against his lips and kisses his neck, his shoulder, and back down his spine. He bites softly on Remus’ arse, and then parts his cheeks, licking a long line between them.
Remus moans hoarsely, and pushes his arse back against Sirius’ tongue. He’ll never get over how something so simple can feel so fucking good. He bites his lip to keep from screaming (the windows are open, after all) as Sirius slowly pushes his tongue inside him.
Sirius stops when Remus is on the verge of orgasm, and replaces his tongue with his cock. They fuck lazily, like the world has stopped and nothing matters but the slide of skin on skin. After they’ve both come and are slowly beginning to fall back asleep, Remus thinks he could get used to waking up like this for the rest of his life.