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The Gryffindor common room was bustling, alive with red and gold as students from all years drank and sang.
It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to those in the house of red and gold, any quidditch game won would always lead to grand and boozy parties in the common room.
This one, however, was different than the rest. Gryffindor had beat Slytherin, and the party had been formed by none other than the terrors of 6th year, the Hogwarts deviants, the Marauders.
Sirius glanced around the room from his place on the couch, feet tucked up and folded under his knees.
He’d been dancing only a few minutes prior, stamping his socked feet on table tops and spinning around with the rest of the cohort.
The beer in his hand was cold, the froth splashing gently as the couch was knocked and bustled by drunk teenagers.
He had a flaming red scarf around his neck and was still dressed in his quidditch gear, muddy and damp from the head down.
He watched James, with incredibly amusement, as he approached Lily with a dopey grin. She didn’t push him away or turn to ignore him, firey curls brushing off her shoulder and she leant back against the wall.
Sirius was impressed, it had taken years off his life listening to Prongs go on about that girl.
Sirius understood why, she was beautiful, she was smart. God, Sirius thought he could’ve fancied her.
Well, he’d have fancied her had he not been a giant fucking poof.
Sirius smiled at himself, looking down at his black nails and ringed fingers, shaking his head as he imagined what his fucking mum would think. What she would think of who he was when not at home.
She would hate it, he knew that. That made him love it just that much more.
Jolting him out of his train of thought, a large, warm body slammed down onto the couch next to him.
‘Pads,’ Remus sighed, sounding relieved. Long arms flopped to his sides as he sunk down onto the couch. He wasn’t holding a drink, but Sirius could tell just by his demeanor that he was pretty well trashed.
Sirius grinned, pushing a strand of brown curls back behind Remus’ ear, clearing it off his slightly pink face, sweaty from his forced dancing with Marlene and Mary.
It was rare to see Remus this loose, this drunk. He was displaying a lack of inhibition that only Sirius had the pleasure to see, usually hidden behind the thick red curtains of his bed.
Tonight though, it seemed Remus was feeling pretty damn content.
‘Feeling good Moony?’ He asked, taking a swig of his own beer as they looked at eachother.
He leveled his eyes down to meet Sirius’, letting a hand that was laying on the back of the couch reach out and stroke over his cheek.
Sirius shivered. They hadn’t been together long, half a year it most. Sirius couldn’t remember a time that he was happier, that he felt more loved.
Remus stroked over his cheek again, pads of his fingers pressing into the cut of his jaw and the line of his cheek bones. Remus was trying to work him up.
‘I’m having fun, loved watching you dance,’ he responded slowly, sounding like he was trying to appear much more sober than he actually was. ‘Are you?’
His voice was drawling, laying heavy on the words rolling off his tongue. Sirius watched his expression as Remus looked at him, appraising his face, no doubt imagining his lithe body hidden under a dirty quidditch jersey.
‘Mm,’ Sirius hummed back, shuffling forward slightly to allow their knees to touch. Remus’ fell heavy against his own, jean clad, but not hiding the warmth emanating from him.
He glanced at the clock in the corner of the room, squinting as he read if. The lights in the room were blinding, a spectrum of bright flashes. ‘It’s almost one,’
He wanted Remus alone in his bed, and he knew Remus wouldn’t leave without knowing the younger students were safe and asleep, intoxicated as he was.
Remus followed his line of sight, then peered around the room to glance at the first, second, and third years who were dancing and squealing at eachother. ‘I’ll do it,’ he nodded.
‘No, you’re drunk. Let me,’ Sirius pressed a hand down onto Remus’ chest forcing him to stay seated.
He looked up at Sirius with big, brown eyes. Sirius couldn’t help but read the boiling desire clear on his face, the scar on his lip twitching.
Drunk as he was, Remus understood what he meant. ‘I’ll be upstairs,’
Sirius turned around slowly, he was mostly sober. Mostly. A win would always leave him feeling buzzed, a win against Slytherin was another feeling altogether.
Plus, dancing on tables only came after he’d had a few beers.
He looked around the room briefly, searching for someone who could help him send these little fucking Gryffindors to bed. Once they were gone, he could go to Remus, have him all alone.
‘Oi! Wormy!’ He waved his hand, beckoning Peter from his spot by the record player. He was always by the record player at times like this.
Peter hurried over, artfully dodging stray elbows from some dancing senior girls. He smiled as he drew up to Sirius.
‘Sup Padfoot?’ He was drunk, definitely not as drunk as Remus had been.
‘Gotta send these kids to bed. McGonagall’s gonna hex us if they’re not asleep by one,’ he reasoned, only half lying.
McGonagall would hex them if the juniors were tired the next day, he just had to lie that he cared.
Peter looked at him suspiciously, glancing to Remus was missing from their previous spot on the couch together. It was rare that he was to ever be the one to shut down a celebration, to send anyone to bed.
Remus’ disappearance seemed to settle something in his mind.
‘Hm, alright. Come on,’ Sometimes he truly did love Peter.
It didn’t take them long to round up the younger years, the most of them were more happy to make their way to bed.
When the last of them had finally gone to the dorms, and only the 6th years and up were left, Sirius begun his dash to his dorm room.
As he walked (pushed,) through the crowded room, he began to feel the throbbing of a headache form in the back of his skull.
His hair was tied back, the elastic tight where it had tugged it back for the game. Sirius dragged his fingers through his hair, pale in comparison to the dark locks as they yanked at the tie.
It rolled down gently, falling to sit on his shoulders. He loved his hair, god how he loved it.
It hadn’t been cut since he first came to Hogwarts, letting it grow out long since his very first year.
He shook off his train of thought, saying his good nights briefly to those he knew.
He moved past elbows and shoved through dancing girls, grinning and smiling at all those who tried for his attention.
He looked good, he knew he looked good. He felt almost smug with the knowledge of how other people perceived him, how they thought of him.
He snuck around to the other end of the common room, it wasn’t that late, he didn’t want to seem suspicious due to such an early departure.
He began to walk toward the stairs to their dorm room, hoping to find a sloppy Remus on his bed.
He’d been able to slip by most people easily, no questioning looks at his retreat.
A hand shot out and grabbed his arm, yanking him to a stop as he took the first few steps up the staircase to his dorm. He spun around, quick to pull himself out of the too tight grasp.
Fabian Prewett was there, staring at him, mouth open as though he had surprised himself. ‘Uh,’ he stuttered, hand still raised in the air.
‘What?’ Sirius asked, voice saturated with his dissatisfaction at the interruption.
Fabian was a year older, a seventh year. He was unathletic, he was dumb, and Sirius had snogged him a while back.
He was also terribly in love with Remus. Not that he’d ever said this aloud, but Sirius could tell.
‘Have you seen Remus around?’ He asked, pushing a hand through the blonde shoots of hair on his head. He seemed nervous.
‘No. Why?’ It wasn’t his business, he knew that. But screw Fabian, asking about his fucking boyfriend.
Not that the bloke knew that, to be fair. No one knew, but still.
‘I really need to find him,’ he stretched out the word “really” in such a way that Sirius felt the sudden urge to punch him. ‘Have you seen him up there?’ He motioned up the stairs with his hands.
‘Nope. Haven’t seen him,’ Sirius popped the words around his mouth. He didn’t want Fabian to come upstairs, to where he knew Remus would be. ‘Why’re you looking for him, sorry?’
Fabian’s eyebrows came together slightly, obviously not understanding Sirius’ protectiveness over his “friend”.
‘Need to talk to him,’ he shrugged.
‘Yeah nah, don’t know where he is. Probably chatting around,’ Sirius fluttered his fingers in the direction of the noticeably smaller group of drunk students. Smaller, but still just as loud.
The rings on his fingers clinked as he waved them, the sound only just loud enough for him to hear it.
‘Okay,’ Fabian looked torn. ‘Let me know if you see him?’ He touched Sirius’ hand with his own, grazing it slightly.
Sirius yanked it back from its resting place on the railing. ‘Sure thing Fab,’
Within seconds he was upstairs, pushing through the heavy dorm room door and spelling it to lock with a loud click behind him.
Remus was sitting on the window sill, the open glass letting a cold breeze through the room. He had a cigarette in his hand, smoking it slowly into the night.
Sirius watched him, standing next to the closed door, he was staring.
Remus turned to look at him with a dopey smile, before turning back to watching the smoke twirl and billow out.
He was still drunk, but the half an hour it had taken Sirius to round up the younger kids and the ten it took to get to the room had sobered him some.
The scar across his nose shone, it was fresh. Put there only four nights prior, it was still pinkish and red around the edges. It would never go away, as none of the others had.
Sirius thought it was beautiful. He’d seen all of Remus over the past six years they’d lived together. He’d seen the scars across his back, his stomach.
Those were all common sights, common but still so incredibly intoxicating.
He’d seen new things too. He’d watched as Remus’ muscles flexed and skin shivered under Sirius soft touch, he’d watched those sharp teeth sink into his own flesh.
Sirius had never loved a person more, never needed a person as desperately as he needed Remus.
It was terrifying.
‘Wotcha, Moony?’ He asked, walking towards where Remus now sat on the bench of the window, staring at him too.
He looked at Sirius, eyes dragging up and down his muddied uniform and the bruised skin of his legs, the mess that was his hair and the beauty that was his face.
‘Smoke,’ he flicked the dead butt out the window, opening a palm to Sirius, beckoning him.
His voice was low, his posture and movements lazy. He was still drunk enough that the loose, relaxed Remus Sirius now knew well, was still alive and thriving.
His anxiety seemed to leave him when he was alone with Sirius, his constant sarcastic-ness, not so much. He became even more so when he drank, Sirius loved it.
‘Prewett was looking for you,’ he felt comfortable in the way the words rolled out of his mouth, the disgust so clear in his tone.
He stepped forward, walking until he was pressed tight between Remus’ spread legs.
‘I don’t care,’ he responded, and Sirius knew that was that. Remus seemed to have other things on his mind, it pleased him to no end.
The bench was tall. Tall enough that when Sirius leaned forward to grip the back of remus’ head, their hips were pushed together.
Remus let out a little huff, hands immediately sliding underneath the shirt of Sirius’ uniform.
Sirius shivered, he couldn’t help it. Remus’ warm, broad hands and rough fingers dragged across his sides, pressing hard into the bumps of his ribs.
Remus continued to pull his hands, staring at Sirius’ torso. His skin became more and more exposed as the push of Remus’ hands lifted his shirt.
It wasn’t long before he just tugged it off, throwing it to the ground beside them.
Remus looked up at him and grinned. ‘Was hoping you’d do that,’ Sirius smiled back.
‘Yeah. You’re just too slow,’ he teased, leaning his head down as the warm hands on his sides slipped to hold the dip of his waist firmly.
Remus surged up, movements slightly off kilter, but not enough that they smacked together.
Their lips collided, Sirius immediately opening his mouth and letting a hot tongue press inside, tasting him.
As they kissed harshly, need dripping from each suck and pull, Sirius allowed his hands to fist into Remus’ hair yanking and pulling.
Remus moaned, not loud but low, straight into Sirius’ mouth. He felt himself getting hard, how fucking gay.
The kissed felt rushed, intense. Suddenly Remus stood up, hands keeping hold of Sirius tightly as he crowded up infront of him, bringing them together with a smooth tug.
Sirius let his hands drop from the curls he adored so much, instead sliding down the ever solid planes of Remus’ chest.
He kept going, slowly. Letting his fingers and palms press hard into the taught muscle there, he continued until he reached the hem of Remus’ jumper.
Remus separated them slightly as he yanked both the shirt and jumper up his own torso.
They didn’t part until it was absolutely essential, Remus pulling the clothes over his head roughly before discarding them somewhere in the empty room.
They came back quickly, a groan leaving Sirius’ chest as they were forced together again.
‘My god, Moons,’ he sighed, the warmth and pressure of their bare chests together was sending slow curls adoration through his stomach. A little lust too, but that wasn’t a surprise.
Remus tilted his chin down, looking deep and pleased into Sirius’ eyes. He connected their lips, starting slow and wet as Sirius allowed his lips to part.
It wasn’t long before Sirius felt a hard pressure against his leg, denim pushing into the muscle of his bare thigh.
He tsk’d at Remus, stepping away. He walked back slowly, somewhat aware of his place in the room.
‘Come on now, you can’t think I’m that easy. Can you?’ He wanted to Remus to play for it, to play with him.
Remus walked forward with him, the long line of his cock apparent through his jeans. Sirius let out a low breath, so terribly excited to get fucked to an inch of his life the way fucked him.
‘Go easy on me,’ He was smiling at Sirius, teeth gleaming slightly. He didn’t seem so drunk now, he seemed entirely too focused and coherent for the man he was an hour ago.
‘Come on Moons,’ he beckoned him with his hands, body tensing as he prepared for what came next.
This was how it went sometimes, the push back and the play, the game of it. He craved it often, the holes in his chest filling with nothing but love each time he was with Remus.
Sirius froze for half a second as Remus launched forward, grabbing him around the waist and slamming him onto the mattress behind.
Wasn’t this James’ bed? Sirius wondered briefly as he yelled out, pounding his hands onto Remus’ shoulders. Remus did not let go. Oh well.
‘Remus,’ He grunted, struggling under the warm body ontop of him, pinning his hands either side of his head.
‘Thought you were stronger than this, Pads,’ he taunted, scar on his lip twitching as he grinned wide and smug.
Sirius tried to shove him off, the smell of cigarettes on Remus’ hands messing with his mind.
‘Fuck you,’ he grunted again, shoving his hips up into Remus’. It provoked a gasp, Remus obviously not expecting the forceful contact to his still hard dick.
His hands slackened slightly, just as Sirius had known they would.
Sirius shoved up, stomaching tensing and flexing as he shoved Remus off, quickly grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down on the bed. He’d swapped their positions, quite impressively, he might add.
Now it was Sirius’ turn to stare down at Remus, breathless and oh so smug.
He let his hands push down on Remus’ biceps, leaving the scarred hands to grasp up and press firmly onto his hips.
They were both panting, Sirius continuing to grin down at Remus’ as he struggled for a moment, shuffling his body to no prevail.
Sirius was sitting on his stomach, strong and lithe thighs coming tight around him. How Remus loved those thighs.
He stopped struggling, worrying his bottom lip under a sharp canine.
‘Pads,’ he begun, cut of instantly as sirius bore down, catching Remus’ bottom lip between his teeth.
Sirius reveled in the sharp catch of Remus’ teeth against his tongue as he sighed into his mouth. Sirius was the best fucking snog Remus had ever had, and he fucking knew it too. He was probably the best snog a lot of people had had.
He released Remus’ biceps, the muscles pulsing and tensing under his tight grip. He chose instead to let them slip around Remus’ collar bone, the hollow of his throat.
They danced and pushed down onto the heaving expanse of chest infront of him.
‘Pads,’ Remus threw his head back, stomach rising and falling harshly under Sirius. He took a brief moment to breathe as Sirius latched onto his neck, hands cradling the sharp cut of his jaw.
Remus smelled good. He smelled of his smokes and of the earth, Sirius could taste it.
He let his teeth and tongue lave over the hot throb of his pulse, marking a deep purple welt into the skin.
Remus groaned, hands skimming down his sides to slip under the waist band of his quidditch shorts, fingers grasping at the swell of his hip on bare skin.
‘Padfoot,’ he tried again. Sirius ignored him, relishing in the firm pressure on his hip and the sweet taste of Remus on his tongue.
Suddenly he found himself being shoved down on the bed below them, the back of his head almost cracking against the wooden bed-head had it not been for the hot palm slipping behind into his hair.
He didn’t even have time to express his shock, instead finding his mouth rather occupied by Remus’ incessant lips.
His hands flew up, tangling in the brown curls and yanking. He needed Remus, oh he needed him so terribly.
Hands found their way back to the waist band of Sirius’ shorts, yanking them down without hesitation.
‘Yeah,’ he gasped, lifting his hips and spreading his legs further around where Remus was kneeling between them.
‘So hot Pads,’ Remus, continued to disrobe Sirius, refusing to pause until he was entirely naked, sprawled under remus, moaning like his life depended on it. ‘Shut up,’ Sirius knew he didn’t really want him to shut up, knew that Remus drank his sounds down like fucking water.
His fingers began pressing into Sirius’ sharp ribs as he began to quickly kiss down his chest.
Sirius loved watching him, loved listening to the words seemingly dropping from his mouth without thought, loved the neediness of his kisses upon the pale expanse of his stomach.
He couldn’t help but let out a low whine, pushing Remus’ head down with force, straight towards to pink cock curling up his stomach.
‘Jesus Sirius,’ Remus complained, glancing up at him with a wicked look in his eyes before letting sirius guide him.
‘Oh my god, I’m going to die,’ He didn’t care that he sounded dramatic. It was true, is Remus didn’t get his mouth on him in the neck ten fucking seconds he was truly going to perish.
‘Hold your horses,’ was the grumbled response, his complaints only slowing Remus down. ‘You’re lucky you’re hot,
His retort was interrupted by an unbridled gasp, long fingers pushing his thighs apart, spreading them further.
Immediately a hot tongue and wet mouth moved over his thighs, dotting him with small marks and welts.
Sirius craved them, the marks. He needed to see, he needed the permanence of Remus on him.
‘Please,’ he groaned again, hands slipping from Remus’ hair to where his hands curled around where his hips met his thighs.
He smoothed his hands over Remus’, fingers pale and thin in comparison to the tan and broadness of Remus’.
Once his fingers were perfectly slot over, he pushed down. He forced Remus’ hands to grip tighter, fingers to dig in deeper. He wanted to bruise, wanted the memory of Remus’ touch to adorn his skin always.
Remus understood immediately, hands tightening to the brink of pain, clasping the skin. He licked a long stripe up sirius’ cock at the same time, eliciting a feral moan from his throat.
‘Holy fuck,’ Sirius still wasn’t used to Remus, each hollow of his mouth, each flick of his tongue felt like the first.
He’d gotten lucky, so undeniably lucky. He told him as much.
Remus chuckled lowly in response, swallowing Sirius down again with a fever he hadn’t imagined possible.
Fuck, this was about to be over terribly quickly. He shook, thighs twitchy and tense against Remus.
He tried to get his attention, nails digging into Remus’ back, clawing and trying to drag him up.
Remus did not let up, only began moaning low around Sirius’ cock. Sirius’ hands paused, Remus looked up from around his cock, he met Sirius’ eyes briefly before closing them again.
‘Remus,’ Sirius groaned, fucking his hips up into Remus’ mouth like it was all he could do. And really, it was.
It only took a ragged moan around him for Sirius to cum, shooting hard and wet into Remus’ throat. They’d gotten so good at this now that he hardly gagged, sucking as much as he could of Sirius before swallowing repeatedly.
Sirius cried out, voice shaking as he tried to say Remus’ name again, praise him.
He dropped his head back against the pillow, looking up as Remus pulled off him, cock resting fat and soft.
Remus sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Sirius stared at him, almost in awe. It took him a second before he was able to sit up, bringing his arms to curl around Remus’ bare shoulders.
‘Kiss me?’ He whispered into the skin of Remus’ cheek, fingers dancing along the divots his nails had left on the broad, muscled shoulders.
Kiss him Remus did, mouth hot and wet, Sirius could taste himself so strongly it was almost enough to set his cock off again.
The kissed slowly, Sirius all but groaning as felt Remus’ tongue pushing inside his mouth.
It had taken a while for them to get to this, to this point of complete vulnerability and comfort with each other to the point of basic grossness.
He didn’t care, nothing could’ve stopped him from kissing Remus. Plus, tasting your own spunk in someone’s mouth? Call him conceited, but that was fucking hot.
Sirius pulled back, hand dropping down remus’ chest to palm at the bulge still covered by thick denim. It had to have been uncomfortable, Sirius considered, staring down at the straining material.
He flittered his other hand back over remus’ shoulders, suddenly curious about the moans Remus had let out around his cock.
He’d never paid attention to what caused them before, but something had him thinking tonight.
‘Moons?’ He asked, hand still rocking gently over his cock. Remus looked up, hands resting on Sirius’ hips. He cocked his head to the side and Sirius could’ve fucking jumped him. He didn’t. ‘Got something you wanna tell me?’
He kept his voice low, almost a coo in Remus’ ear. Sirius felt around briefly for his zipper, catching it on a painted nail and dragging it down slowly.
Remus held his eyes but couldn’t hold back the quirk of his lips, twitch of the scar on his cheek. ‘No,’ he was lying, Sirius could tell so very clearly that he was lying.
The lowered zipper allowed the thick heat of Remus’ cock to push up his boxers, a wet patch growing on the exposed fabric.
Sirius danced the fingers of his other hand over the scratch marks again, lightly tracing the indents of where his nails had cut deep.
‘Nothing?’ He felt as his nail ran over the lip of a scratch mark, and he dug it in hard, the others following as they fit into the pre cut dents.
Remus hissed, a burn and hot pain no doubt flying over his skin, into the muscle of his back. His cock kicked under Sirius’ grasping palm, the moan that followed was breathtaking.
‘My god,’ Sirius was only the slightest bit shocked. They’d been fucking long enough now to know that Remus, when he wanted to be, could be an absolute fucking freak.
He was obsessive, he became terribly fixated on certain things about Sirius.
His arse, for example. He had a number of very clear memories surrounding Remus eating his fucking ass till he came, and came, and came again. Then cried.
He would fuck him until Sirius was twitching and shaking after three fucking orgasms, and only then would he finish himself.
God, the man never allowed Sirius to wake up without a chain of hickeys up each thigh and fat bruises on his hips to match.
He had told Sirius, in great detail, the terrible things he wanted to do to him, wanted from him. Sirius was in no way oblivious to the animal Remus became when they touched, when they were alone.
He was however, just slightly unaware of Remus’ love for Sirius’ afflictions. His love for the pain of stinging nails and biting teeth.
‘Sirius,’ Remus looked nervous almost, hand falling to pause Sirius’ movements over his dick. ‘It doesn’t have to be something if you don’t want it to be,’
Sirius could’ve melted right there, sunk and disappeared into red quilt of his best friends bed. Remus was so entirely good, and it was times like this that Sirius was aware of it the most. When he was thoughtful, when he was respectful.
‘Please Remus,’ He rolled his eyes, shaking Remus’ hand off his wrist and slipping thin fingers under the lip of his boxers. ‘You know how I feel about this shit,’
Remus did know, he fucking knew alright. And if he didn’t, he was about to.
Sirius grasped him quickly, dry strokes over his throbbing cock sending Remus into a fit of groans and heaving breaths.
‘Gunna fuck you,’ he murmured, the sweetness of his lips against Sirius’ neck clashing with the decisiveness of his words.
Sirius nodded quickly, moving to help remus yank his clothes the rest of the way off before clambering over him, straddling his waist gracefully.
‘Right here?’ He asked, panting into Remus’ mouth as he grabbed them both in his hand, stroking their cocks together as he rocked over him.
‘No,’ Remus threw his head back as he responded, teeth coming together as he spoke. All Sirius could see was long, brown scars and jagged marks curling over his strong jaw, the thick tendons in his neck pulsing as he pulled in short breaths.
Suddenly, Remus was staring down at him again, yanking Sirius’ hands off of them both and pulling them to rest onto his shoulders.
Sirius loved his shoulder, loved the rough skin, the rolling muscle and the cut of his collar bone. He let his nails dig deep, relishing in the rumbling growl emerging from Remus’ chest.
He was going to have fucking fun with this, he thought.
‘Moons,’ Sirius was aching for it. He pulled away from remus’ mouth quickly, grabbing his wand and smashing it in Remus’ chest. Remus understood.
There was no time for prep, no time for Remus’ meticulous torture of stretching and pulling him apart, cutting a path for himself.
The spell would have to do.
He felt himself grow warm, slickness and heat filling his body in an instant. He shivered, need so apparent in the way he twitched and rocked over Remus.
‘You’re so hot Pads,’ Remus’ voice was rough, completely fucked. Sirius thought he’d never sounded hotter.
‘Need you to fuck me Moons,’ Boy, was that the right thing to say.
Sirius found himself being lifted an instant later, strong hands clasping under his naked thighs as Remus lifted to his feet.
Sirius gasped, this was new.
‘Fuck,’ he huffed out, back slamming hard against the, fortunately, locked dorm room door. ‘Oh my god Remus,’
Remus kissed him hard, forcing his weight back against the solid wood to support him. Sirius’ dick pressed hard against his stomach, leaking terribly over the taught muscles and rippling scars.
‘Wanna fuck you right here,’ Sirius could do nothing but nod in response.
Remus wasted no time in lining them up, Sirius wanted to help, wanted to guide him in. He just couldn’t seem to let go of Remus’ shoulders.
‘Oh god,’ he groaned, the fat, wet head of Remus’ cock pressed against him hard, still for a moment.
‘Ready?’ Remus checked, he checked a lot of the time.
Sirius nodded again, trying to bare himself down against Remus, though the door and the pressure made it impossible. ‘Please, please,’ he cried, pathetically desperate.
Obeying without hesitation, Remus pushed inside him, both of them slick and hot, pulsing as he bottomed out.
‘Fuck!’ Sirius buried his head into the side of Remus’ neck, nipping and sucking at the hinge of his jaw.
The shudder that ran through him was so appealing that Sirius felt his mouth begin to water, he couldn’t help but bite a little harder, suck a little deeper. He wanted to Remus to feel, to know that Sirius understood exactly what he needed.
Remus rolled his hips forward, canting hard into Sirius. They groaned simultaneously, the thrusts inside him sent Sirius scrambling, trying his hardest not to cry out.
Remus, on the other hand, moaned and panted unashamed. He couldn’t help but talk to Sirius, he always talked.
‘You’re fucking unreal Pads,’ he sounded so pained, so full of need and want that he was aching with it. ‘God, fuck,’
The slapping of skin together was disgustingly appealing to Sirius, paired with the fire building in his stomach and the friction of his cock against warm skin, he wasn’t sure his second orgasm was too far away.
By the way Remus hissed and groaned, he was sure he wasn’t far off either.
Sirius pulled off his neck to kiss him, deep and hard as they continued to roll together against the door.
It felt like nothing else, it felt like fucking magic.
They could hardly kiss, more just licking and panting into eachothers mouths as they worked towards the finish line.
The door began to rub against the blades of his shoulders, the notches of his spine. The pain felt grounding, somewhat separating him from that all-consuming heat that was Remus.
Remus with his honey eyes, Remus with his long fingers and sharp teeth. Remus with his bulging muscles, his tan skin and full lips.
He opened his mouth to speak, planning on telling Remus just how much he loved him, how much he adored him. How good Remus fucked him.
But, before he could whisper those sweet words against the panting mouth before him, a loud voice rang out behind the door.
‘Remus!’ Fabian fucking Prewett.
Remus paused, pulling his head back from Sirius, bewildered.
He was still sheathed deep inside, still pressing him hard against the door. Fabian knocked and Sirius cringed, he could feel the knocking against his back.
Sirius covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stop himself from letting out a moan as Remus shifted slightly.
‘Remus?’ Fabian called again. Remus was staring at him in a mask of absolute horror, and extreme frustration. ‘You there?’
‘Uh,’ Remus said back, voice breaking. His throat ache and he was breathless, he sounded like shit. ‘Busy,’
There was a pause outside, then the door handle creaked.
Sirius’ eyes narrowed, Prewett was a persistent fuck. A persistent fuck and a god damn cock block.
Sirius pulled his hand away from his face, dropping it down to lazily stroke at his own cock, still pressed against the door.
He was suddenly incredibly grateful for the nearing full moon, Remus’ unyielding strength at this time proving to be rather helpful.
Remus looked down, a pained expression on his face. Good, Sirius thought.
‘I said I’m busy,’ Remus said again, rolling his hips again into Sirius, causing both of them to sigh out.
When Fabian spoke again, he sounded concerned. ‘Are you okay? You’re sounding not so good,’ he began.
There was a loud bang on the door. Remus’ fist had come up to land on the wood beside Sirius’ head in frustration.
‘Fuck off Fabian! Jesus fuck,’
Sirius didn’t hear the response from outside, for Remus had begun to move again, rolling hard and fast into him.
He smiled, ever so smug as he reconnected their lips, nails from one hand now cutting into the thickness of Remus’ bicep while the other fisted his own cock, fast.
‘Oh god,’ Sirius allowed his head to drop back against the door, but Remus’ mouth chased him, sucking hard onto the side of his neck.
‘Sirius, fuck,’ Remus sounded desperate, Sirius could feel just how close he was.
‘Cmon Moons,’ they were both close, Sirius reeling Remus tighter, holding him tight.
There was a good chance Fabian was still outside, listening to their groaning and the violent press of his body against the door on each thrust. Sirius found he couldn’t of cared less, couldn’t force himself to worry about it even a little.
He locked down hard around Remus, throwing his head back one more time as he came. Long ropes of white splayed over their sliding torso’s, the heat and slickness made him keen.
In the depth of his ecstasy, his desperation, he clawed down Remus’ back, nails digging and slicing into the sweating skin.
Remus let out a moan unlike Sirius had ever heard before, punching from his gut as though he’d been shot. It came only a second before Remus himself did, pulsing into Sirius.
He moaned again, this time dropping his head forward and allowing his lips to latch on the skin under Sirius’ collar bone.
There was no doubt a fat purple bruise would sit there in the morning, as there was no doubt any of the other marks Remus had left would be there.
They collapsed to the ground together, Remus pushing Sirius to prop up with his back slumped against the door, while he fell into a sit, leaning back on his hands.
Remus’ legs were folded under him, his cock hanging so thick and fat between his legs.
Sirius couldn’t help but stare, peering at the body before him, panting and heaving in each breath.
Remus had his eyes closed, head dropped back so his neck was exposed and taught.
He looked positively devine.
Sirius lurched forward, straddling Remus on the hard wood of the floor, knees aching as they found purchase on the ground.
Their lips connected instantly, Sirius allowed his deep sense of satisfaction to drip though their kiss into Remus.
It was wet and slow, everything they needed after such heat and tension.
Sirius pulled back, trying to catch his breath as his fingers scratched soothingly over Remus’ lower scalp.
‘You really like that nail thing, huh?’ He smiled, holding Remus’ gaze.
‘Am I that transparent?’ He joked, one hand snaking up to catch Sirius’ jaw, pulling him into another soft kiss.
A heaving pounding on the door separated them, Sirius jumping up in shock as Remus scrambled off the ground, too.
‘Oi! Are you in there Remus?’ James Potters booming voice sailed straight through the door, Sirius froze in fear.
They looked at eachother in panic. James didn’t know.
‘Uh,’ Remus stalled, stabbing his fingers towards the connecting bathroom of their dorm.
Sirius glanced wildly at the tall naked figure, his mused hair and bruised lips, the faint shine on his stomach, his fucking cock. He stared for just a second before spinning around on his heels and shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Remus panicked, grabbing the nearest boxers from the ground below him and shoving them on.
The boxers had no hope at covering the purples and dark splotches around his neck. He’d just have to hope James didn’t look so close.
Sirius heard a whispered, ‘Alohomora,’ followed by the sound of the door opening. He peered through the crack in the bathroom door, intently watching remus.
‘You alright Moony? Fabian just came down screeching about-,’ James cut himself off abruptly. Eyes widening and mouth opening slightly as he surveyed Remus, before the room itself.
Remus stood in front of him, breathless, mostly naked and undeniably disheveled. Even that wasn’t the most suspicious thing to James, though. The clothing scattered around carelessly, was.
Sirius picked at his nails with one hand, still so high on the energy from such a good fuck. And lots of nervous tension, too. His quidditch jersey and pants lay very near to where Remus’ jeans did.
It was hard to tell the rest of the clothing apart, but he was sure that it was a pair of his jocks resting on the foot of James bed. Fuck.
‘Look,’ Remus began, voice cracking. ‘I just uh,’
James held up a hand to stop him, bringing it to his own mouth to bite down on a nail in thought.
‘That’s Sirius’ jersey,’ He pointed out plainly. Remus nodded, unsure of what was fucking happening. Sirius was sure Remus would be able to hear his heartbeat through the bathroom door, pounding as fast as it was. ‘Those are his too,’
James’ hand gestured to the socks, flung over the back of one of the armchairs perched in the corner of the room.
‘Uhuh,’ Remus didn’t know what to say, he had no idea where James was going with this. He had to have put it together.
‘Remus John Lupin. Did you fuck Sirius black on my bed?’ He gasped, hands flying wildly into the air.
He suddenly flew away from his spot by the door, wand raising for half a second to send the bathroom door flying open, handle hitting the wall with a terrible slam.
‘Fuck Prongs!’ Sirius cried, hands covering his dick, the look on his face was pure terror.
‘You!’ James yelled back, spinning around to point at Remus. ‘You??’ His face was bright red, finger jabbing the distance between them.
Remus put his hands up in mock surrender, bending down to grab Sirius’ quidditch shorts, throwing them to him.
Sirius tugged them on quickly, stepping out of the bathroom and smacking James’ hand out of the air.
Remus was taken aback for a second, James went so far as to freeze. Sirius’ neck was a mess of bruises, as were his hips.
His lips were swollen, pink and glistening still from where he and Remus had kissed, the sight only added to by the state of his hair. Remus’ hands had fucked it up, much as they always did.
‘Shut up!’ He hissed, shoving James down on Peters bed so he was sitting. He just stared up at them, mouth agape.
‘How long?’ He demanded, all irritation gone from his voice. Now he just sounded purely shocked.
Sirius couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flickered between the two of them, catching and staring on their marks, the beginnings of scratches coming over the tops of Remus’ shoulders.
He mentally noted not to let Remus turn around until he had a shirt on.
Remus rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Sirius before answering. ‘Six months,’
James’ jaw dropped just that much lower, Sirius was actually impressed it could go that far.
‘You knew we were both poofs, what did you think would happen?’ He felt drunk all over again, a grin breaking across his face. He was glad James knew, all of a sudden just needed people to know.
‘You two are fucking unbelievable,’ he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. ‘Care to explain this mess?’ He asked, gesturing around the room.
In all honesty, it did look as though a cyclone had taken place.
‘Er,’ Remus chuckled lowly, half embarrassed, half amused.
‘Fab thought you were having a seizure or something,’ he grumbled, eyes narrowing as he further investigated the state of his quilt.
James potter knew.