Unnamed RemusxSirius
You know how pathetic I am? I can't even drabble properly in one sitting. So this is just the first chunk of a smutty PWP. Warning: it cuts off just as things are starting up. So don't comment about "OMG IT WAZ JUST GETTING GOOD! U R EV0L!" ;)
Sometimes Remus feels less like he's kissing Sirius and more like he's devouring him.
Waiting for the Common Room to empty out tries his patience. Every time. It's become a game; seeing which of them will break first. I can resist longer than you can.
Tonight Remus is perfectly under control, or so he thinks, until he turns to make an offhand remark to the other boy - Lovely evening, isn't it? or Well, Charms was absolutely dreadful - and sees Sirius's profile lit by the crackling fire. He reaches up absently to smooth a few dark stray locks back into place and bits his lip, eyes mesmerized by the flames. Maybe there's a pattern there that is telling him some basic truth about the nature of life. Or maybe he's just as determined to win as Remus is.
And Sirius looks over and raises one eyebrow, and gives him the smirk, that smirk, the one that says What are you waiting for?
In one fluid motion Remus is on top of him, pushing him back against the ratty couch, inhaling the familiar musty scent as his tongue invades Sirius's mouth. Limbs stretch and untangle themselves, with the knowing coordination of old lovers. They're familiar with every creak and sigh in the springs, famliiar with every hard plane of the other's body, familiar with the tastes and depths of one another's mouths.
And yet Remus's heart is pounding frantically as he hooks one finger under the knot in Sirius's tie, worrying it loose as the other boy's hands reach for the buttons on his starched white shirt. There is an urgency to his movements, and he flushes, feeling that mix of ecstasy and dread tingle in his stomach. There is something just a little terrifying in how deeply he can drown in this.
Remus breaks the kiss as the tie gives under his fingers at last, panting for breath as he throws the scrap of fabric onto the floor.
Sirius's back arches underneath him. "Moony," he breathes, his head tipped back against the couch.
Sometimes Remus feels less like he's kissing Sirius and more like he's devouring him.
Waiting for the Common Room to empty out tries his patience. Every time. It's become a game; seeing which of them will break first. I can resist longer than you can.
Tonight Remus is perfectly under control, or so he thinks, until he turns to make an offhand remark to the other boy - Lovely evening, isn't it? or Well, Charms was absolutely dreadful - and sees Sirius's profile lit by the crackling fire. He reaches up absently to smooth a few dark stray locks back into place and bits his lip, eyes mesmerized by the flames. Maybe there's a pattern there that is telling him some basic truth about the nature of life. Or maybe he's just as determined to win as Remus is.
And Sirius looks over and raises one eyebrow, and gives him the smirk, that smirk, the one that says What are you waiting for?
In one fluid motion Remus is on top of him, pushing him back against the ratty couch, inhaling the familiar musty scent as his tongue invades Sirius's mouth. Limbs stretch and untangle themselves, with the knowing coordination of old lovers. They're familiar with every creak and sigh in the springs, famliiar with every hard plane of the other's body, familiar with the tastes and depths of one another's mouths.
And yet Remus's heart is pounding frantically as he hooks one finger under the knot in Sirius's tie, worrying it loose as the other boy's hands reach for the buttons on his starched white shirt. There is an urgency to his movements, and he flushes, feeling that mix of ecstasy and dread tingle in his stomach. There is something just a little terrifying in how deeply he can drown in this.
Remus breaks the kiss as the tie gives under his fingers at last, panting for breath as he throws the scrap of fabric onto the floor.
Sirius's back arches underneath him. "Moony," he breathes, his head tipped back against the couch.