Hot Sex in the Shower, dun dun dun dun
This story is dedicated to Dr. Perry Cox, coxinsox, whose comments about being under Remus Lupin prompted me to start telling him the story of the first time Remus and I had sex in his application to Hogwarts. This is the full version. Enjoy, Dr. Cox! If you want some for yourself, I'm here for you, baby!!
It was our sixth year. James was out at Quidditch practice. Certain other roommates who shall not be named were in detention for hurling an admittedly brilliant Hemorrhoid Hex at Snivelly. And Remus was in the shower, washing off the aftermath of a brilliant culinary battle involving spotted dick, a very ill-fated cheesecake, and pumpkin juice. The bathroom was steamy as I entered it, aiming merely to have a wee and make sure no remnants of lunch were in my trademark silky black locks.
After having the aforementioned wee, I washed my hands--I hope you appreciate the care I take with my personal hygiene, Doctor--and walked over to the mirror next to the showers. From inside one of the fog-filled receptacles, an off-key, but oddly endearing, melody sung by a scratchy voice came drifting out.
"I'm in disgrace, I'm in disgrace. Because I fell for your pretty face, I'm in disgrace."
And suddenly a nefarious plot took over my mind: Wouldn't it be hysterical if I were to sneak up on Remus in the shower--grab his arse, give him a little fright, something like that?
I carefully padded over to his shower cubicle and slipped in through the curtain. His back was to me as he washed the shampoo from his hair, singing lustily at the top of his lungs. I had seen him naked before, but this time I noticed the shapeliness of his arse...how perfectly rounded it was. I reached forward to grab it...and that's when, unaware of my presence, Remus turned around...and I ended up with something entirely different in my hand.
So then I just stood there, embarrassed, but not wanting to let on to Remus that I had no idea what I was doing. But before I could decide whether I should laugh the whole thing off or apologise, I found myself pressed against the wall of the shower, hand trapped around Remus's tackle and mouth fully covered by Remus's mouth.
So there I am, standing in the shower, my clothes getting more and more soaked by the moment, and Remus has just gripped my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I reciprocate, of course. It was like a wet dream come true, as I had been fantasizing about Remus ever since our second year at school, when I finally saw him naked for the first time after my mates and I worked out that he is a werewolf.
After a good couple of minutes of glorious, steamy snogging, Remus breaks off the kiss and starts moving his lips down my face and onto my neck. I lift my head up to allow him better access, and he hungrily takes it, alternating tender kisses with harder suckles. It briefly crosses my mind that I'm going to have love bites all over my neck the next day, but I'm so ravished that I can't be sussed to care.
As he starts moving towards my chest, pulling my robes open for better access, I feel a strange stretching sensation in my hand and realise that what was initially a handful of soft, tender flesh is now a large, raging, rock-solid erection. I immediately wrap my hand around it and start stroking, and Remus leans forward and moans into my neck. The fact that I could do this, make Remus, calm, collected, even-tempered Remus, start to lose control turns me on like crazy, and I feel my own cock start to harden and push against his thighs.
He must have felt it, too, because he pulls away and starts pushing my robes down and off my arms and fumbling with the buttons on the Muggle jeans I have on underneath. After a few seconds, he manages to undo all of them. Then he goes to push my jeans off...and we both start laughing, because my jeans are now utterly soaked and not coming off easily at all. I try to help him, but after pushing at the jeans for a couple of moments, I temporarily give up, grip him around the waist, and pull him in for another kiss.
As we're kissing, mouths fully open, tongues thrusting and circling, I run my hands up and down Remus's back. His skin is smooth and slick from the water, and I'm desperately longing to grip him, to bring him closer, so I move my hands down, cup his arse, and pull him into me. He moans again, and I feel his cock pressing into the side of my groin. I want to thrust so badly, but my jeans are still in the way.
I break off the kiss and say, "Moony. I've got to get these trousers off." He answers by running his hand down my chest, rubbing his hand over the front of my jeans several times, and then gripping both sides of the waistband and pushing down really hard. He manages to get them halfway down my hips, and I shove them, along with my robes and boxers, the rest of the way off and kick them just outside the shower.
Both fully naked, and clearly fully excited, we stand there and look at each other for a moment, and then I can't take it any more. I grab Remus around the waist, spin him around, and push him up against the wall. The shower is now spraying onto my back, and the the hot water feels really good on my bare skin. I move in to kiss Remus again, and he reciprocates. We both run our hands up and down each other's bodies, over each other's faces, and through each other's hair, and the pace of our kisses becomes more frenzied, almost frantic, as if we're trying to outrun time.
Then I start thrusting, and so does Remus, and our mouths separate so that our lower bodies can find a better angle at which to connect with each other. I feel his cock pushing back and forth alongside mine and across my inner thighs and lower belly. I hear myself grunting and sighing, and Remus, although quieter, is doing the same. And then I'm no longer aware of anything but the pressure building up between my legs, the glorious tenseness that gets tighter and tighter and tighter until I can't hold on any longer, and I let go with a series of loud groans, gripping Remus around the shoulders and collapsing against him.
Towards the end of my orgasm, I feel Remus's fingers digging into my waist and pulling me towards him as he thrusts frantically. As I'm panting and riding out the last few waves, he lets out a huge moan and throws his arms fully around my waist, heaving and shuddering against me. I feel the warmth of his release hit my belly and then fall off, washed away by the water dripping around from my back. I pull him up off the wall and into me so that we're just standing there embracing each other, my arms around his shoulders and his around my waist. My legs feel like jelly from my orgasm, and I imagine his do, too, but we hold each other up, gasping for air next to each other's ears.
After a long moment, I pull back a little and look straight into Remus's eyes. He looks back, and before we both can start laughing, I lean in and kiss him again, this time slowly and more deliberately. He raises one hand to my cheek and returns the kiss. Then we pull apart and look each other up and down, and the laughter finally hits.
After it dies down a bit and my panting has subsided, I push my wet hair back from my face. "Moony....what did we just...?" I ask, not out of embarrassment or shock, but mainly out of curiosity. I am thoroughly debauched and very satisfied, and I want to know how to define it all, so that I can stow it away and remember it exactly as it happened.
Remus clears his throat, wipes the water out of his eyes, and says, "I believe the technical term is 'frottage'." He grins.
I grin back. "Well. It was very nice of you to engage in the frottage with me, sir. I daresay I might like to repeat the experience sometime."
Remus grins even more widely and replies, "I might just be amenable to that. Come up and see me sometime?"
I motion as if I'm tipping my hat to him. "That I will do, sir. You can count on it."
He reaches around, smacks one side of my arse, and then says, "Now get out of here, you rabble-rouser. I've got a shower to finish."
I return the favour by slapping his arse. "Well, now that I'm all wet, I may as well take a shower, too. Mind if I stick around?"
He takes a step forward, gives me a brief kiss, and then says, "Sure, as long as you promise to share the hot water."
I lean down, return his kiss, and reply, "Of course I'll share with you, Moony."
And that was the first of many times that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had hot sex.
(( OOC: The line "I believe the technical term is 'frottage'" is shamelessly ripped from daylightsparks's delicious Remus/Sirius/Tonks The Kings Play With the Queen. The relationship between Sirius and Remus in H_H is based very much on daylightsparks's backstory. daylightsparks is Lupin-mun at H_H. ))
It was our sixth year. James was out at Quidditch practice. Certain other roommates who shall not be named were in detention for hurling an admittedly brilliant Hemorrhoid Hex at Snivelly. And Remus was in the shower, washing off the aftermath of a brilliant culinary battle involving spotted dick, a very ill-fated cheesecake, and pumpkin juice. The bathroom was steamy as I entered it, aiming merely to have a wee and make sure no remnants of lunch were in my trademark silky black locks.
After having the aforementioned wee, I washed my hands--I hope you appreciate the care I take with my personal hygiene, Doctor--and walked over to the mirror next to the showers. From inside one of the fog-filled receptacles, an off-key, but oddly endearing, melody sung by a scratchy voice came drifting out.
"I'm in disgrace, I'm in disgrace. Because I fell for your pretty face, I'm in disgrace."
And suddenly a nefarious plot took over my mind: Wouldn't it be hysterical if I were to sneak up on Remus in the shower--grab his arse, give him a little fright, something like that?
I carefully padded over to his shower cubicle and slipped in through the curtain. His back was to me as he washed the shampoo from his hair, singing lustily at the top of his lungs. I had seen him naked before, but this time I noticed the shapeliness of his arse...how perfectly rounded it was. I reached forward to grab it...and that's when, unaware of my presence, Remus turned around...and I ended up with something entirely different in my hand.
So then I just stood there, embarrassed, but not wanting to let on to Remus that I had no idea what I was doing. But before I could decide whether I should laugh the whole thing off or apologise, I found myself pressed against the wall of the shower, hand trapped around Remus's tackle and mouth fully covered by Remus's mouth.
So there I am, standing in the shower, my clothes getting more and more soaked by the moment, and Remus has just gripped my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I reciprocate, of course. It was like a wet dream come true, as I had been fantasizing about Remus ever since our second year at school, when I finally saw him naked for the first time after my mates and I worked out that he is a werewolf.
After a good couple of minutes of glorious, steamy snogging, Remus breaks off the kiss and starts moving his lips down my face and onto my neck. I lift my head up to allow him better access, and he hungrily takes it, alternating tender kisses with harder suckles. It briefly crosses my mind that I'm going to have love bites all over my neck the next day, but I'm so ravished that I can't be sussed to care.
As he starts moving towards my chest, pulling my robes open for better access, I feel a strange stretching sensation in my hand and realise that what was initially a handful of soft, tender flesh is now a large, raging, rock-solid erection. I immediately wrap my hand around it and start stroking, and Remus leans forward and moans into my neck. The fact that I could do this, make Remus, calm, collected, even-tempered Remus, start to lose control turns me on like crazy, and I feel my own cock start to harden and push against his thighs.
He must have felt it, too, because he pulls away and starts pushing my robes down and off my arms and fumbling with the buttons on the Muggle jeans I have on underneath. After a few seconds, he manages to undo all of them. Then he goes to push my jeans off...and we both start laughing, because my jeans are now utterly soaked and not coming off easily at all. I try to help him, but after pushing at the jeans for a couple of moments, I temporarily give up, grip him around the waist, and pull him in for another kiss.
As we're kissing, mouths fully open, tongues thrusting and circling, I run my hands up and down Remus's back. His skin is smooth and slick from the water, and I'm desperately longing to grip him, to bring him closer, so I move my hands down, cup his arse, and pull him into me. He moans again, and I feel his cock pressing into the side of my groin. I want to thrust so badly, but my jeans are still in the way.
I break off the kiss and say, "Moony. I've got to get these trousers off." He answers by running his hand down my chest, rubbing his hand over the front of my jeans several times, and then gripping both sides of the waistband and pushing down really hard. He manages to get them halfway down my hips, and I shove them, along with my robes and boxers, the rest of the way off and kick them just outside the shower.
Both fully naked, and clearly fully excited, we stand there and look at each other for a moment, and then I can't take it any more. I grab Remus around the waist, spin him around, and push him up against the wall. The shower is now spraying onto my back, and the the hot water feels really good on my bare skin. I move in to kiss Remus again, and he reciprocates. We both run our hands up and down each other's bodies, over each other's faces, and through each other's hair, and the pace of our kisses becomes more frenzied, almost frantic, as if we're trying to outrun time.
Then I start thrusting, and so does Remus, and our mouths separate so that our lower bodies can find a better angle at which to connect with each other. I feel his cock pushing back and forth alongside mine and across my inner thighs and lower belly. I hear myself grunting and sighing, and Remus, although quieter, is doing the same. And then I'm no longer aware of anything but the pressure building up between my legs, the glorious tenseness that gets tighter and tighter and tighter until I can't hold on any longer, and I let go with a series of loud groans, gripping Remus around the shoulders and collapsing against him.
Towards the end of my orgasm, I feel Remus's fingers digging into my waist and pulling me towards him as he thrusts frantically. As I'm panting and riding out the last few waves, he lets out a huge moan and throws his arms fully around my waist, heaving and shuddering against me. I feel the warmth of his release hit my belly and then fall off, washed away by the water dripping around from my back. I pull him up off the wall and into me so that we're just standing there embracing each other, my arms around his shoulders and his around my waist. My legs feel like jelly from my orgasm, and I imagine his do, too, but we hold each other up, gasping for air next to each other's ears.
After a long moment, I pull back a little and look straight into Remus's eyes. He looks back, and before we both can start laughing, I lean in and kiss him again, this time slowly and more deliberately. He raises one hand to my cheek and returns the kiss. Then we pull apart and look each other up and down, and the laughter finally hits.
After it dies down a bit and my panting has subsided, I push my wet hair back from my face. "Moony....what did we just...?" I ask, not out of embarrassment or shock, but mainly out of curiosity. I am thoroughly debauched and very satisfied, and I want to know how to define it all, so that I can stow it away and remember it exactly as it happened.
Remus clears his throat, wipes the water out of his eyes, and says, "I believe the technical term is 'frottage'." He grins.
I grin back. "Well. It was very nice of you to engage in the frottage with me, sir. I daresay I might like to repeat the experience sometime."
Remus grins even more widely and replies, "I might just be amenable to that. Come up and see me sometime?"
I motion as if I'm tipping my hat to him. "That I will do, sir. You can count on it."
He reaches around, smacks one side of my arse, and then says, "Now get out of here, you rabble-rouser. I've got a shower to finish."
I return the favour by slapping his arse. "Well, now that I'm all wet, I may as well take a shower, too. Mind if I stick around?"
He takes a step forward, gives me a brief kiss, and then says, "Sure, as long as you promise to share the hot water."
I lean down, return his kiss, and reply, "Of course I'll share with you, Moony."
And that was the first of many times that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had hot sex.
(( OOC: The line "I believe the technical term is 'frottage'" is shamelessly ripped from daylightsparks's delicious Remus/Sirius/Tonks The Kings Play With the Queen. The relationship between Sirius and Remus in H_H is based very much on daylightsparks's backstory. daylightsparks is Lupin-mun at H_H. ))