cribellate | SIRIUS BLACK

[There's this moment of consideration, where Sirius is pulling Remus closer, pressing his mouth to the skin just under his jaw.]

You ought to tell me what you want.

You ought to be very, very specific.

[ He can feel what blood hasn't rushed to his face going south leaving absolutely none for his brain and rational thought. ]

I want --. [ Merlin, he takes a shuddering breath and tugs Sirius back up with fingers fisted in his hair. He kisses him slow and dirty to give himself time. ] I would like you to ... I want you to fuck me.

[ HE HAS LOST ALL OF HIS DIGNITY, HIS MOTHER WOULD BE ASHAMED. ]

[Sirius' smile is slow, and wide, and wicked all at once. He catches Remus for another kiss, equally dirty.]

On the floor? On the bed? Over the kitchen counter? Against the wall?

Specifics!

[ He's five seconds away from saying all of the above and just shoving his hand down Sirius' trousers to be honest. ]

As much as I don't doubt your gymnastic integrity --. [ A huff of a breath as he presses their hips together, long fingers clenching in Sirius' shirt, his body trembling. ] The bed would be much easier.

You are so boring.

I'm not having sex with you on the bed-

[He grabs him by the hips and maneuvers him towards the table - yes, where they eat - and sits him up on it]

Have you got your wand-

[That is not a euphemism, okay.]

We eat here.

[ He wriggles. ] In my boot. Unless that's a euphemism. I'll never forgive you if it is.

[Sirius' wand is somewhere in their room, being the most expensive thing in this flat, because Sirius is not allowed to go into Muggle London with his wand anymore.

So he reaches down, pulling Remus' boots off, and taking his wand. It doesn't work as well but for little charms, it works well enough]

We eat here, I eat you, it's all the same-

[It is not the same. He takes a moment, shakes his hair from his eyes, and turns.]

Now, the essentials, where did I-

Accio!

[God he is so lazy it's unbelievable. But then, in his hand a moment later, is a bottle of lube.]

[ Remus shoves him lightly with the palm of his hand. ] You know, when you say things like that my lust starts to shrivel up and die.

[ And he's rolling his eyes at that, honestly the bedroom is just there. ]

[He pauses, then, and puts his hand right between Remus' legs, and rubs there.]

Are you sure? I could always stop.

[It's not a heavy rub, just slightly, just enough.]

[ His narrowed eyes seem to widen slightly, lips parting with want. ]

Don't you dare. [ He wraps one hand around Sirius' neck, tugs him back in to kiss him as hard as he can, tongue sliding into his mouth with a desperation to it that he'd often hide before. Now though, Sirius knows just how much Remus wants him, how much he needs him, and he doesn't think to cover that up. ]

[He moves forward, so that he's firmly between Remus' legs, his hand going up to cup Remus' head and pull him closer as he rocks their hips together. He's hard, Remus would be able to feel that through his trousers, and he puts his lips right against Remus' ear.]

I love you.

[He mutters it, almost like he's ashamed to say it, only it's not shame, it's a criminal sort of awkwardness in a boy who is so rarely awkward.]

[ He hooks his legs around Sirius' waist, trapping him in to the circle of his body with bony knees. His arms wrap around his shoulders and it's easy, simple even, to just rub his cheek against Sirius' in a soft, sweet way. ]

I love you too. [ His own voice is full of warmth because he knows, he understands, just how hard it is for him to say things like this. ]

[He just stays there a moment, kissing Remus softly, tiny, little kisses against his cheek and ear.

And then he moves back into motion, his fingers undoing buttons and zippers, divesting Remus to the best of his ability. Every time he uncovers new skin, his mouth touches it, kissing collarbones and chest and the skin of Remus' stomach, until finally he's pulling a chair to sit in front of him.]

Can I?

[It's almost cheeky, because yes, of course he can.]

[ He's dizzy with lust and want, his whole head spinning with it. Sirius can always make him feel like this, like he's a tornado who only exists to spin Remus up and make him crazy.

He's stained pink with a flush everywhere he's been kissed, brown eyes wide and watching every motion. He's fairly certain if it were possible for his cock to explode it would have. And so he nods slightly. ]

Yes.

[He reaches into Remus' trousers, carefully, and draws him out. His hand is careful, then, to touch him lightly, just barely - his fingers skimming the tip of Remus' cherry-red cockhead, and then he lowers his mouth.

It's a sweet, careful lick first, and then more, the flat of his tongue broad against Remus, before he takes him into his mouth, teeth hooded. He knows just how Remus likes this, he knows just how to make the other boy completely crazy.]

[ His palm falls to the crown of Sirius' head, fingers digging in to the soft feel of his hair. His pulse throbs in excitement and it takes all of his strength to keep his hips still when Sirius sucks on him just the way he likes.

His inhale is sharp, desperate, his touch convulsing. ] Godric's balls, you are so good at this.

[He laughs a bit, through his nose, his hands going to the tops of Remus' thighs to massage there. He loves the feel of skin, hot under his hands, he always has. Girls, guys - he's never accounted much, the difference.

He keeps going, more enthusiastically, his fingers pressing into Remus' hipbones, his thumbs tracing small circles there. He's trying to keep him in place.]

[ He groans and it feels too loud to his own ears. He has to bite down on his tongue. Part of him is still worried that their neighbours are going to hear and find them out, even though he's put a dozen charms on this place. Still, being quiet has never been his problem and he can muffle his sound as Sirius takes him nice and deep. ]

[Sirius loves the sound of Remus' moans, and so he doubles his efforts for a moment, until it feels like maybe Remus is too close, like he'll come at any moment, and that's when he moves back. He kisses the tip of Remus' cock, reverently, and then leans his head on his thigh.]

How are you doing?

[Oh, he's such a tremendous nob, sometimes.]

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