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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      17/16_year_olds_having_sex
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      Published: 2017-03-21 Words: 5341
****** Accidental Voyeur ******
by BastardSirius
Summary
     Sirius hadn't meant to watch his friend masturbate but when the
     opportunity presented itself, well...
Notes
     So uh... This happened! I know I have two ongoing fics to update but
     this scene would not leave my head. Written on a iPad which is all I
     have with me right now, apologies for any poor (or hilarious)
     spellings.
He hadn't planned this. He would have thought himself brilliant if he HAD, but
he truly hadn't. He couldn't have; he hadn't had the information necessary to
even know that this was a possibility.
James and Peter were serving detention with Flitwick, and Sirius was supposed
to be in one as well, with Slughorn. But one of his favorite students had asked
for help and Slughorn had been too distracted to care when Sirius had asked him
if he could leave after cleaning only half of the cauldrons in the classroom.
There was a chance of having to pay for it later if Slughorn noticed, but
spending time alone with Remus had been too tempting.
So here Sirius was, looking at such an incredible (in both senses of the word)
view that he didn't know what to do with himself.
He'd practically run back to the dormitory, wondering if he could convince
Remus to stop reading and go out with him on a walk instead. He hadn't found
Remus reading, however. Instead he had walked into the dormitory and was frozen
on the spot.
At seventeen, Sirius Black was far from a virgin. He wasn't as experienced as
the rumors claimed, but he doubted if that was even possible. One of the
particularly interesting rumors was that he had been with three girls
separately last Valentine's. Even if he could somehow do that, he couldn't
imagine why any bloke would want to. It sounded like a lot of work for barely
any benefit. If he really had needed to come three times in a row (had never
happened before), why not just do it with the same person?
He suspected that piece of gossip had started when all three girls claimed to
have been with him, and he had not confirmed or denied anything. He never did.
He had learned quickly that fighting gossip was an uphill battle, and not worth
the effort at all. He just enjoyed the perks it got him, instead. Let them
think he's the insatiable, sex-crazed bad boy.
Not that Sirius was innocent of all the rumored deviance. He was willing to try
most anything once. After that Valentine's, two Hufflepuff girls had approached
him and they had had a rather interesting evening. They were girlfriends and
had wanted to experiment and Sirius had been their willing toy for the night.
He had several other experiences that, speaking to his friends, did not seem to
be the norm for a boy his age, maybe even an adult. Things he hadn't done yet
with students or over the summer, his research at muggle shops and imagination
while wanking had prepared him for.
Or so he had thought.
But the sight before him... In his wildest dreams he could not have conjured
such an image.
Remus was naked and sweaty despite the cool November night. Sirius could see
the moonlight reflect on beads of sweat on his forehead and chest. His pale
chest, covered in yet paler scars, big and small. They had all seen the
hairline scars on his wrists before, and of course the bigger ones on his face,
but the werewolf had done a good job of hiding the rest of his body from the
Marauders so far. But now, Sirius could see how marred his young friend's body
was. For a moment, his chest tightened at the thought of Remus hurting but he
didn't have enough blood in his brain to keep caring when Remus let out another
small moan. Immediately, Sirius' eyes shot up to stare at his friend's face
again.
Remus' lips were parted, red lips shining with a mixture of saliva and sweat.
His eyebrows were furrowed upwards slightly, as if he were in pain. But the way
his breath was labored and the tiny moans were making their way out of his
throat confirmed that it was pleasure twisting his face and body, not pain.
This was private, and Sirius knew he should look away or make some sound to
declare his presence. Surely he shouldn't just watch. But on the other hand, it
was Remus who hadn't bothered to lock the door or draw his curtains. It was
Remus who was sprawled over his bed naked, legs spread, as if presenting
himself for viewing.
As if to tease himself, Sirius looked at the werewolf's arms first, with their
muscles tightening as his forearms twisted. Remus was skinny - had always been
- but still had considerable muscle mass and those arms would have looked sexy
regardless of what they were doing. Then, slowly, the Animagus let his eyes
drop further down. The dirty-blond's left hand was on his dripping cock which
was almost purple with need. He was barely moving it, as if he kept forgetting
about his cock being there, then after a pause he would give it a few quick
pulls, then stop again. His right hand was working furiously though, pushing
what looked to Sirius like a small dildo in and out of the werewolf's ass with
great speed. Sirius saw Remus tilt the dildo but before he could wonder why,
another shaky moan escaped the werewolf's lips and Remus swore.
"Fuck," the werewolf gasped, not stopping fucking himself, his body shaking and
twisting in response to the pounding his prostate was getting. His breaths were
getting shorter and and his parted lips were moving in silent words. Sirius
couldn't begin to guess what Remus might be saying or thinking of, in his head.
Mesmerized, the raven-haired boy watched as Remus lost himself in his self-
induced pleasure. Sirius couldn't remember the last time he had taken a full
breath or blinked, but he didn't care. Dumbledore himself couldn't move him
right now.
Remus' hand slipped from the dildo a few times in a row; presumably it was too
slippery, or perhaps he was having trouble coordinating both hands. The
werewolf made frustrated noises. Sirius almost wanted to rush over to help, but
even in the state he was in, he knew he couldn't.
Finally, Remus gave up on fucking himself and instead pushed the dildo all the
way in, and cupped his left hand over it to keep it inside firmly. Then, with
his right hand, he started stroking himself so roughly and fast that Sirius
wondered how that wouldn't hurt. He often had a very tight grip himself but
Remus' movements explained why some people called wanking "chocking the
chicken" or "beating". He was pressing his middle finger and ring finger
harshly on the base while his thumb pushed down, his whole hand and cock slick
with come and a colored goo that Sirius could only assume was lubrication. It
really looked like he was trying to either choke his cock or rip it off. His
desperate movements and the jerking of his hips showed how close the werewolf
was to the edge and Sirius felt himself shiver at the thought.
Sirius was dying to see him come - he was damn near there himself - but knew
that the only reason he hadn't been caught yet was because the werewolf was too
lost in his pleasure to sense him. As soon as he came, Sirius had no doubt that
Remus would sense his presence, and probably not react favorably to his
voyeurism.
So, as quietly as he could, he forced himself to turn around and put one foot
in front of the other, pushing himself down into the common room with an
erection hard as a diamond.
~
Almost an hour later, James and Peter arrived to the common room, and went up
immediately to shower, moaning about the terrible Owlery smell. Sirius kept
chatting with Frank because he didn't know what he would do or say if Remus or
the other two asked where he had been. This way he could delay that
conversation and hopefully avoid it altogether.
Less than ten minutes later, all three boys walked down the stairs, idly
chatting about whether they could get away with ditching Care of Magical
Creatures the next morning. James' hair was still wet, and Peter's was dry but
frizzy from a drying spell. They had all changed into muggle clothes.
And Remus... Remus' looks didn't show a hint of what he had been doing just an
hour ago. His hair was innocently gliding a few millimeters above his forehead
as if it had not JUST been stuck to it with sweat. His eyes were kind as he
looked at Peter and nodded in agreement at something he was saying, as if they
had not been squeezed shut in pleasure. His lips were curved into a gentle
smile, betraying nothing of their chewed-up, swollen-red state of earlier. His
hands were the worst. Those hands that had done debauched things to the
werewolf that Sirius hadn't even DREAMT of were innocently hanging on the sides
of his body, as if they had not just violated it.
He raised his right hand to wave at Sirius. If either hand was less innocent it
was that one, Sirius thought, and just stared at Remus instead of waving back.
The werewolf furrowed his brows momentarily but quickly schooled his
expression, and waved Sirius over.
"Food time, Padfoot," he said, voice NOT raspy with desire or due to a dry
throat curtesy of gasping out moans as he fucked himself. Had he cast a healing
charm? How was he this well put-together this soon?
Sirius had to stop this. He had a life to live; dinner to go to, friends to
chat with without thinking about fucking their brains out. It simply wouldn't
do to keep dwelling on what he had seen. He couldn't just keep thinking about
it, imagining Remus spread over his bed like a special Christmas present to
Sirius.
He got up, hoping the Marauders wouldn't notice his erection - or, if they did,
accept that it was a random one - and quickly greeted them and told them he was
starving.
Walburga,he told himself, Think of Walburga and her shrieks.
~
It turned out that he COULD keep thinking about what he had seen. He spent the
next two days in a constant state of wonder. He was always either aroused or
curious (because he had just wanked off to the memory moments ago, letting his
cock calm down for a while). He could not get what he had seen out of his mind.
He was very happy for having seen it but he also thought that the universe was
being very, very unfair to him.
Sirius Black had been infatuated with Remus Lupin for a while now. He couldn't
pinpoint when exactly it had happened, but he had known for certain since he
was fifteen. He had a mixture of reasons for not doing anything about it, chief
of which was that they were friends and ruining the Marauders was one thing he
would not be responsible for. He also knew that he wouldn't be a good partner,
regardless of how much he cared for Remus. That idiotic prank with Snape had
proven as much. One of the ways he had held himself off was that he hadn't even
known if Remus was interested in boys, or in anybody for that matter. The
dirty-blond Marauder didn't date or express any opinion on others'
attractiveness.
But now... Now Sirius knew that Remus was gay. Or at least bisexual. No
straight seventeen-year-old would own a dildo and do to themselves what Remus
did with such vigor, Sirius thought.
He hadn't dared to imagine what sex with Remus might be like, before. He had
thought about snogging and blowjobs, most of the time. Once, he had thought
about a scenario where he would go to the werewolf and offer his body, saying
it could be practice for when Remus met a nice girl. He didn't prefer bottoming
but he wouldn't have cared if he could have just touched the werewolf.
After what he had seen, though... All he could think about was how often Remus
used the dildo, whether his tight grip was because he was imagining an ass
clenching around him and if Remus could please throw away that dildo because
Sirius would make a much better substitute for both scenarios.
He groaned in frustration, looking at his closed curtains towards where Remus'
bed was. It was almost midnight. Was the werewolf asleep? Was he-- Was he
masturbating again? Oh god was he right now knuckle-deep in himself, preparing
for--
That was it. He could not - he WOULD not - spend any more time wondering. He
got up and walked over, putting on his boxer briefs before he did so.
I'm a terrific lay, he thought, His loss if he passes!
When he reached the werewolf's bedpost, though, he hesitated. It would have
been an alien feeling, Sirius Black hesitating, caring what somebody thought of
him, if it weren't for the fact that he had always been this way around Remus.
When he made jokes, he would glance at the werewolf to see if they were too
mean for his taste. When he agreed to a prank idea, he would look into his eyes
to see if Remus liked the idea too. Even his most impulsive actions would lead
him to Remus, at least in the aftermath. The main reason he went swimming in
the winter was to see Remus' look of shock and awe when he and James got out of
the lake.
His fingers touched the drawn curtains just barely. He felt the thread on his
fingertips, and let his hand hover.
"Moony?"
He heard some shuffling, but Remus didn't respond for several seconds.
"Yes, Padfoot?"
"Can I come in?" he asked, then scowled in the darkness. You're not at his
doorstep, Black, get it together. Talk like a normal person.
"Er--" the werewolf started, then there was some more shuffling sounds, and a
quick knock after which Remus hissed shortly. Maybe he'd hit himself getting
up. "Sure Pads," he said in the end.
Sirius opened the curtains and looked at Remus who, at first glance, was almost
asleep. But, his eyes adjusted to the darkness by now, Sirius could see that
his chest was rising and falling in deep breaths and his cheeks were colored.
He was touching himself, his brain supplied immediately. Hope he wasn't done.
If he was just getting started, this is the perfect time to proposition him. If
he just finished, well... He would be harder - more difficult - to convince.
"Hi," he said sheepishly, and ran his hand through his hair. Remus raised a
questioning eyebrow at him and, not knowing what else to do, he sat down on the
bed, crossed his legs and closed the curtains. As he was sitting down, the
werewolf had jumped back to create room for him. They weren't touching, even
through the sheets. Sirius tried not to take it personally.
Maybe he just came, he thought, I would feel awkward anybody touching me with
come all over my stomach.
Now he was imagining the werewolf with come on him. Great, that would help his
concentration. They stayed quiet for almost a minute. Sirius looking at
anywhere but Remus' face, and Remus looking - but not staring, somehow - at him
gently as his breathing calmed down.
"Anything you want to talk about?" Remus asked, and Sirius raised his head to
look at him. He knew he must look pathetic: Quiet and with his eyebrows
furrowed up, like a begging puppy. He didn't care. "Not that I mind the
company," Remus continued quickly.
"Bugger this!" Sirius sighed and ignored Remus' politely confused look, and
threw himself at the werewolf. When his lips clumsily caught Remus', he pushed
back thoughts of how he was not responding until Remus put a hand on his chest,
nudging him back.
He sat back and stared at Remus defiantly, as if daring him to complain or
argue. The werewolf didn't look like he was about to punch him and that was a
good thing because Sirius knew for a fact that he could not take Remus in a
fight.
"What was that?" Remus asked and Sirius couldn't help but snicker at how
serious Remus sounded. Like he had caught First Years sneaking around during a
Prefect round.
"A kiss, Lupin," he said lightly, trying to calculate if making a joke of it
was a wise move or not. For now, he didn't want to. Remus hadn't responded to
his kiss, but he didn't seem disgusted or angry. Maybe...
"Why?"
Oh, Sirius could give a thousand reasons why he wanted to snog the werewolf
senseless, but he tried to give one that would potentially get him another - a
real - kiss. "I wanted - I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, Moony."
At that, Remus looked genuinely baffled. "Me?" he gasped. Sirius could just
hear the unspoken insecurity there and it broke his heart and angered him at
the same time.
Frustrating, is was Remus was, he decided. If this worked out, he would work on
getting Remus' self-esteem up. Not enough to be with somebody other than
Sirius, but enough.
"The question is, Moony," he said, praying he sounded as confident as he was
trying to, "Do YOU want to kiss ME?" he continued, going for a cocky and
nonchalant tone.
"Yes," Remus responded immediately, surprising Sirius. There was no hesitation
in his voice. He licked his lips and stared at Sirius', as if he could Accio
them with a look. In a way, he was. Sirius leant forward again. Slower, this
time, positioning himself half-on-top, half-on-the-side of his friend,
preparing for a longer kiss. He kissed the corner of Remus' mouth first, and
felt the werewolf's smile on his lips. The raven-haired boy's heart beat fast
with more than arousal, and he proceeded to snog one of his closest friends
thoroughly.
After almost five minutes of kissing and touching only with cloth separating
them (sheets or Remus' pajamas), Sirius decided that he had been patient
enough. The werewolf was answering his kisses feverishly, clearly as into this
as Sirius was. The Animagus pulled back with a gasp, and noticed with a grin
that by now Remus was straddling him.
"Remus," he said and shocked even himself with how deep and throaty he sounded.
The werewolf rewarded his voice with a lustful look.
"Sirius," he responded, voice barely above a whisper and half a growl. Sirius'
breath got caught at his throat for a second. Remus rarely used his given name
and he had most certainly never said it with THAT kind of attitude before.
"I want--" he started, then paused. He had to play this right, or he would lose
it he knew. Remus wasn't like other boys, he wouldn't be too lost in his
hormones to stop if he decided to. And if Sirius scared the boy, that would be
exactly what happened.
He wanted Remus to take his clothes off, but knew that the werewolf hid his
body from sight on purpose. Living in a dormitory with four other boys for
years and never showing a sliver of skin of his torso or limbs could not be
done without meticulous care.
He started kissing Remus' jaw softly, and stroking his forearm from above his
pajamas.
Maybe I could tell him I want him just as he is,Sirius thought, Kiss every
scar, lick that long one going all the way down to under his ribs, tell him
he's gorgeous. Maybe he will believe me.
But Sirius wasn't romantic and wouldn't even know how to comfort a friend about
a casual problem, let alone something like this. So instead he decided to just
be the Sirius Black he always was, hoping that if Remus wanted him, he wanted
him knowing what he was getting.
"You're overdressed," he sighed at the werewolf, and pulled back to make a
displeased face at him.
Remus blushed but he also laughed, making Sirius grin and his heart skip a
beat. He still felt nervous, but not as much. The werewolf shook his head,
smiling, making Sirius feel better every second he did so.
"Perhaps I am, Padfoot," he said. The lust was missing from the sentence, but
he did move up to start removing his clothes. He had his back hunched,
obviously shy about it, but Sirius couldn't bring himself to look away to make
Remus relax. Instead, he stared openly - hungrily - as the dirty-blond pushed
his pajama bottoms off and put them neatly behind him. He was wearing baggy
boxers but even beneath them his erection was obvious, and the boxers
themselves were stained with precome. Sirius let out a groan.
Then, just as Sirius was expecting for more, a red-faced werewolf positioned
himself on Sirius again. This time their cocks touched through the thin fabrics
of their pants and Sirius found himself thrusting upwards involuntarily. Twice.
This made Remus chuckle again. He seemed very pleased with the effect he was
having on Sirius.
They started kissing again and Sirius forced himself not to ask Remus to take
his top off. The biggest scars were there, that must be why he hadn't.
Technically, we only NEED the bottoms off, he mused and let himself melt into
the kiss, groping the other boy's now-naked thighs. Slowly, he let his hands
wander up and held Remus' ass. He kept his hands still, waiting for his
reaction. The werewolf simply kept kissing him, seemingly undisturbed by the
escalation. Sirius then pulled Remus closer by his ass and pushed their cocks
firmly onto each other. At that, he got a reaction.
"Aah," Remus moaned out, lips now a few centimeters off of Sirius', "Sirius..."
Sirius grabbed Remus' wand from his bedside blindly, and held it out.
"Silencing spell," he said. Remus quickly obliged, not moving away so they
stayed pressed against each other. As soon as the spell was cast, Sirius thrust
upwards while pulling at Remus at the same time from behind. The resulting
friction was... Amazing.
"If you... If you keep doing that... Ah, Sirius you--" Remus mumbled as Sirius
kept grinding up against him mercilessly, making him squirm.
"You what?" he asked huskily.
Remus looked away and blushed.
"I want to do more," Sirius said quickly, and this brought the other boy's eyes
back onto him.
"More?" Remus asked, breathless.
Sirius nodded a few times, and licked his lips for emphasis. Of course he
wanted more. What he'd seen... He knew the werewolf wouldn't give him a repeat
performance, not now - least of all because asking for it would reveal that
Sirius had seen that - but the Animagus could surely get the same treatment
that that damned dildo had gotten, at least.
"Alright then," Remus said all in one breath, and moved away just barely enough
to put his hand between him and Sirius. He started stroking the dark-haired boy
through his boxer-briefs.
Sirius lifted himself, enjoying Remus' weight on his legs as he did so, and
pulled down his pants enough to reveal his cock which was begging for
attention. Remus' eyes were wide a he stared down, licking his lips. Sirius
wondered if his was the biggest penis Remus had seen. In a childish way, he
hoped so. The werewolf sure seemed fascinated enough for it to be true.
Before the dirty-blond could start stroking Sirius again, he murmured "You too"
and gestured at the werewolf's pants. Managing to blush even harder, Remus
complied. Sirius was unfairly glad to see that Remus was smaller than him. Only
marginally and only because Sirius was particularly well-endowed if the people
he had been with and the magazines had been any indication, but still. Sirius
had bottomed for a bloke bigger than him once and it had been far from pleasant
the morning after.
The Animagus pulled the other boy again and put Remus' hand on both of their
cocks, urging him to wank both of them off. He seemed happy to do so and
quickly started stroking, building up to a fast but steady rhythm.
As Remus gasped and moaned above him, Sirius almost let himself come from
watching his face and feeling his cock on his. But no. He had to do more. In
case this was a one time thing, he HAD to do more. And if that night had been
any indication, Remus would want more too, even from a one-night-stand.
"Remus I want to--" he started, then stopped when Remus' fingers pulled hard at
their heads. His mouth hung open, but no sound came out. He couldn't even think
if he had loved that or if it was too painful. He didn't know. He shook his
head like a dog. "Remus can I--" He didn't know how to ask him. Usually he
either would try to bring a girl's knickers down or with most blokes he
wouldn't even have to initiate. People wanted to have sex with him, he didn't
have to ask and he never over-thought his actions.
But this is Moony, he thought, and bit his lip. Remus took this as an
invitation to kiss him again, and nibble on his lips as he sqtroked them almost
to completion. His strokes got faster until they abruptly stopped. Sirius had a
finger between his ass-cheeks. Not pushing in, but touching his rim.
Remus stood up slightly and looked at Sirius, trying to see in his face the
unspoken question. Sirius would have been embarrassed but he was Sirius Black
and Remus Lupin was looking at him curiously but also with eyes full of lust.
Apparently having made a decision, Remus nodded and delved down to kiss Sirius
again. He stopped stroking them and Sirius thought about what a wise friend he
had.
"Lube?" he asked, fully expecting Remus to grab his wand back and cast a spell.
Instead, the werewolf looked blindly underneath his bed until his hand came up
with a small jar. He was using actual, Muggle-made lube. He didn't know why,
but Sirius found this erotic.
He wanted to take his time preparing Remus - the angle was awkward, bottoming
from top always hurt at first, he knew - but his throbbing cock had no
patience. He inserted one finger halfway almost as soon as he had coated it in
lubrication.
The way you were fucking your self that night,he thought at Remus silently,I'm
sure you love it rough. Merlin, I don't even know if I CAN thrust that hard,
like this or you on all fours.
Within a minute, Remus was panting above him, mouth moving silently like it had
that night. Even this close, Sirius could not hear any words and knew that the
werewolf must be saying them internally.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the Animagus, Sirius moved his
cock, shifting Remus slightly so the head of his cock was touching Remus'
entrance. He paused, even though it took all of his willpower to do so. He
wanted the werewolf to enjoy this enough for a repeat. Or two. Or a hundred.
"Like this?" he asked, hands trembling on Remus' hips. Merlin, when had he
become such a girl?
Remus looked at their state, and seemed to consider the question. He licked his
lips nervously, then stared at Sirius' collarbone when he spoke. "Maybe," he
said so quietly that even without a charm the other boys would never have
heard, "Maybe with you on top?"
Sirius nodded and got up eagerly. The closer to that night it was, the more
satisfied his overdriving body would be. To his slight disappointment, Remus
got on all fours instead of on his back. His disappointment didn't last long.
The werewolf looked back at him and his tussled hair and impossibly, unfairly
innocent looking eyes made him forget about that night and focus on the sexy
werewolf before him, practically begging to get fucked.
He went slow, despite knowing what Remus usually did to himself. After all,
that dildo had been tiny and hitting the exact right spot. It was never the
same when somebody else did it, not even with handjobs. Once he was fully
sheathed in Remus, he let out a long sigh and stroked Remus' spine absent-
mindedly in a calming gesture. He took his cue to start moving when the
werewolf started moving beneath him.
"Impatient," he hummed with a breathless laugh, and started going in and out
slowly, twisting his hips left and right, trying to find the right spot. He
spent a few minutes fumbling about when Remus let out a whine.
"Faster," he gasped. Slightly frustrated at not finding Remus' prostate, but
more than happy to oblige, Sirius started fucking Remus in earnest.
As the minutes passed and Remus' cock slapped against his own torso and the
sheets, its sound driving Sirius insane, Sirius found it harder and harder to
not come. Maybe it would be ok, he could just come and finish Remus off with
his mouth. Nothing he hadn't done before.
Just as Sirius' thrusts became hard and fast, preparing for release, Remus let
out a loud moan like he hadn't since they begun. Sirius stopped immediately.
Was Remus hurt or..?
"No, don't-- Don't stop," Remus whined, "Right there, please." He ground
himself back against Sirius, fucking himself as Sirius stood still. Between the
mindless fucking and trying to come, Sirius had somehow found Remus' prostate.
He let Remus fuck himself for a while before he saw that the werewolf was
jerking himself off furiously, about to finish. He started fucking him again,
allowing Remus to concentrate fully on getting himself off while Sirius pounded
mercilessly on his prostate again and again.
The werewolf came with only a small choking sound, and his left arm was shaking
to hold himself up. Sirius was almost over the edge with Remus' ass clenching
around him and it barely took a minute before he came.
After a few well-placed Tergeos and Remus putting his pats and pajamas back on,
they settled on the werewolf's bed, kissing lazily and slowly letting sleep
take them.
"That was wonderful, Moony," Sirius whispered even though the curtains were
still charmed.
Remus blushed and mumbled what sounded like "Yes, thank you."
"You're so cute, it's difficult to imagine you as a sexual deviant," Sirius
chuckled, nuzzling his nose against the werewolf's jaw.
"I-- I would hardly call that-- I mean I-I don't know--" Remus stuttered.
Right, as far as he knows we just had vanilla sex and I have no idea how kinky
he is, Sirius thought. While Sirius was smiling and thinking about what they
could do next, Remus snapped him out of his daydreaming.
"That was my first time," he blurted out, blushing again. "I don't know why I
told you but- But I thought you should know. In case... In case I was rubbish
at it, or something."
"Moony, you..." he started, then decided to reword. "First off, that was bloody
brilliant. And second, I thought you... I mean I definitely could never
tell..."
"I've... I've done some things before. Snogged and all that. Touching over
clothes. But never... Of course I thought about it. A lot. But I never
actually..." he said and gestured between their bodies. "I hope that's
alright," he added nervously.
"That is more than alright," Sirius said with a shit-eating grin, "I'm almost
scared at how fantastic next time's going to be if that was your first."
Remus tilted his head down and put it on Sirius' chest. They were the same
height so he had to shift down on the bed to do it, but he didn't seem to mind.
"There will be a next time?"
Try and stop me, Sirius thought.
"If you want to," he said instead, and kissed the top of Remus' head. The
werewolf responded by snuggling up more, trying to get more of their bodies to
touch.
Sirius didn't remember falling asleep, but he definitely remembered waking up
with draped over a werewolf, and decided he never wanted to wake up any other
way.
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