Fic: HP, (r/s), drabble, "Pressed" - MP LDWS, Week Eight
Title: Pressed
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, brief language
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: Managing the wolf before full moons takes everything Remus has, draining him physically and mentally. He can't give what Sirius wants, and although Sirius understands, sometimes he just can't help himself.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Eight.
Prompt: "Everybody Knows What the Full Moon Does to a Werewolf's Libido" "fervent" "up to 300 words" "Team Moony"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
The bedroom door opens and closes with a soft snick, a large body crossing the floor to the bed, interrupting the long shadows cast from the nearly-full moon through the Venetian blinds.
Remus is in bed, stretched out underneath the quilt, Sirius’ pillow held loosely against his chest.
“Sirius...” Remus’ voice is tired, heavy, edged with breathy relief as the pillow is nudged aside and Sirius climbs in behind him on top of the blankets, not bothering to remove his shoes.
“I’m back,” Sirius whispers hoarsely between open kisses sucked onto the back of Remus’ neck, “And I- missed you, Moony- three days without you in fuck-knows-where, Lithuania- no privacy for anything, a wank-”
Sirius’ hands press along his sides to settle on his waist, pushing him back so that he can feel the outline of Sirius’ thick erection hard against him. A damp lust spills automatically through Remus, though it is more sleepy instinct dulled to nearly nothing by the moonlight playing across his vision and his bed, the thrill of Sirius’ return not quite reaching his groin.
They rock together, spooned as they are, slow as Sirius murmurs fervent breaths against his shoulder, faster as the friction frustrates him, Remus unable to respond, a hollow sort of guilt howling through him over a side-effect of a curse he cannot control.
When finally the effort becomes too much and both acknowledge that the pull of the moon is stronger than the pull of desire running through him, Sirius rolls away from Remus with a grunt, pushing a hand down the front of his trousers as Remus turns to face him, wanting to give a kiss if he can’t give anything else. But a half-stifled expletive silences the effort, and it’s three more days before both can be satisfied.
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, brief language
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: Managing the wolf before full moons takes everything Remus has, draining him physically and mentally. He can't give what Sirius wants, and although Sirius understands, sometimes he just can't help himself.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Eight.
Prompt: "Everybody Knows What the Full Moon Does to a Werewolf's Libido" "fervent" "up to 300 words" "Team Moony"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
The bedroom door opens and closes with a soft snick, a large body crossing the floor to the bed, interrupting the long shadows cast from the nearly-full moon through the Venetian blinds.
Remus is in bed, stretched out underneath the quilt, Sirius’ pillow held loosely against his chest.
“Sirius...” Remus’ voice is tired, heavy, edged with breathy relief as the pillow is nudged aside and Sirius climbs in behind him on top of the blankets, not bothering to remove his shoes.
“I’m back,” Sirius whispers hoarsely between open kisses sucked onto the back of Remus’ neck, “And I- missed you, Moony- three days without you in fuck-knows-where, Lithuania- no privacy for anything, a wank-”
Sirius’ hands press along his sides to settle on his waist, pushing him back so that he can feel the outline of Sirius’ thick erection hard against him. A damp lust spills automatically through Remus, though it is more sleepy instinct dulled to nearly nothing by the moonlight playing across his vision and his bed, the thrill of Sirius’ return not quite reaching his groin.
They rock together, spooned as they are, slow as Sirius murmurs fervent breaths against his shoulder, faster as the friction frustrates him, Remus unable to respond, a hollow sort of guilt howling through him over a side-effect of a curse he cannot control.
When finally the effort becomes too much and both acknowledge that the pull of the moon is stronger than the pull of desire running through him, Sirius rolls away from Remus with a grunt, pushing a hand down the front of his trousers as Remus turns to face him, wanting to give a kiss if he can’t give anything else. But a half-stifled expletive silences the effort, and it’s three more days before both can be satisfied.