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Some more random fanfic archiving. A bit of a mash up of stuff this time.
Title: Mess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warnings: smut, slash, PWP, fluff, un-beta'd
Summary: Remus stays behind to help Sirius with the dishes following an Order meeting at Grimmauld Place.
Words: 1315
Title: Mess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warnings: smut, slash, PWP, fluff, un-beta'd
Summary: Remus stays behind to help Sirius with the dishes following an Order meeting at Grimmauld Place.
Words: 1315
Remus lifted the spoon slowly to his lips. His stomach growled hungrily as he sat, slightly hunched, over the bowl of steaming soup before him. To his left sat Sirius. He was swirling his spoon in the liquid broth, gazing absent-mindedly at Remus. Sirius’ spoon tinkled noisily against the lip of his bowl as his hand disappeared beneath the table. He allowed his fingers to stray to Remus’ knee. Remus, taking in a mouthful of soup, gasped as Sirius rested his hand in a warm pocket of flesh between Remus’ inner thigh and his languid cock. Remus could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as his cock responded to Sirius’ touch. Sirius began to massage Remus’ hardening prick as the conversations of other Order members continued around them. Remus tried desperately to focus on what Tonks was telling him about her father but to no avail. As Sirius sat silently, his fingers began to probe beneath the fabric of Remus’ underpants. Remus coughed loudly, inadvertently projecting a mouthful of soup across the table.
“Remus, mate? You alright?” Sirius asked, withdrawing his hand. The sincerity of his concern was somewhat undermined by the fact that his shoulders were shaking with laughter.
“Oh my, Remus,” Molly said, patting him on the back as she rose to clear the empty bowls away, “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Molly. Fine, thanks. Just, ah, went down the wrong way”, Remus choked, thankful that he was able to pass off his beet-red face as the result of a breathing mishap. Sirius remained seated, still holding back his laughter.
“You, Sirius, ought to be ashamed,” Molly suddenly admonished, “Poor Remus is sitting here choking to death and you’re giggling like a school-girl! Honestly, Sirius…”
Molly, however, never got to finish her sentence - Sirius interrupted, his smirk replaced by a mask of apologetic seriousness. “You’re right, Molly. Tell you what: I’ll get this cleaned up,” Sirius offered, gesturing to the dining table full of dishes, “And you lot can head home and get some rest, yeah?” Sirius leant across, taking the stack of dishes from Molly’s hand with a smile.
“Well. Thank you, Sirius,” Molly said, slightly taken aback. Sirius nodded his goodbyes to the other Order members, before disappearing into the kitchen. Remus, however, was not yet able to stand.
“You coming, Lupin?” Tonks asked cheerfully, throwing a cloak around her body.
Remus started, shocked that someone was speaking to him. In fact, he had been so intent of controlling the situation taking place in his pants that he had hardly noticed the mass exodus that was happening right before his eyes.
“Sorry, Tonks, what was that?”
“Are you coming? We’re all heading off,” Tonks smiled warmly at the werewolf.
Remus, still seated, managed to compose himself to such a degree that he could utter a reply, “You know what, I think I’ll hang back and help Sirius in the kitchen”
“Suit yourself”, Tonks stated, turning on her heel and closing the door of number 12, Grimmauld Place behind her.
Sirius was still sniggering to himself when he returned to the dining room and a lone Remus.
“That,” Remus spat, “That was not funny”
“Oh, come on, Moony. It was a bit funny.” Sirius seated himself to Remus’ left once again.
“Anyway,” Sirius whispered, reaching under the table and re-acquainting himself with Remus’ erection, “You didn’t seem to mind too much.” Remus moaned as Sirius began to vigorously rub Remus’ crotch. Remus shook his head, “That, that is not the point. Everyone was here. Molly and Arthur and Tonks and…”
“Ah yes. My dear cousin Nymphadora,” Sirius said, withdrawing his hand, “I think she might actually fancy my Moony – I hope I don’t have some competition,” he added in a teasing voice.
Remus merely rolled his eyes as Sirius continued, “Of course, who could blame her? You do have the most spectacular arse I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Remus scoffed. “You seem to be forgetting one tiny little thing, Padfoot.”
“Tiny?!” Sirius gaped, “I have it on pretty bloody good authority that this” he gestured to his crotch, “is not tiny!”
Remus laughed as he finally rose from his chair. “No, not that, you berk. I meant that she’s not you.”
“Ah. Right. Yeah, well, that she certainly is not.”
Remus smiled, shaking his head. He pressed his body, his cock still aching, against Sirius. Sirius’ arms enveloped Remus as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Their tongues sought each other out, as Sirius’ hands sought out Remus cock. Remus’ pants and belt clattered nosily to the dusty timber floor. Sirius pressed forward, pushing Remus against the dining table. Sirius momentarily disentangled himself from a panting Remus and, with one fluid movement, cleared the dining table, the remaining dishes shattering on contact.
Sirius placed his hands under Remus’ arse and hoisted him onto the table.
“You know,” Remus managed to mutter between frantic kisses, “We could’ve just charmed them off the table. That’s what the bloody wands are for, Padfoot,”
Sirius grunted incoherently as Remus continued to inch further along the table. He pulled Sirius to him, running his hands over Sirius’ now-bony frame. Sirius ground his pelvis against Remus’.
Sirius hastily slipped his own trousers down over his slim hips as he positioned Remus’s legs over his shoulders, exposing his spectacular arse.
“Fuck, Sirius, get on with it, would you,” Remus panted, his balls throbbing with desire. Sirius positioned himself for entry into Remus’ arsehole when a loud screeching assaulted their ears.
“FILTHY HALF-BREED! DEFILING A BLACK! FILTHY, FILTHY!” Kreacher screamed, a trembling finger pointed accusingly at Remus, who tilting his head back, rasped, “I told you we should’ve bloody charmed the plates.”
Sirius looked up, “Defiling? I’m pretty sure I’m the one doing the defiling here, Kreacher, now bloody well sod off!”
Kreacher obeyed unhappily, still muttering angrily about the filthy half-breed. Sirius grinned as he surveyed Remus’ sweaty face, his heaving chest and, finally, his rigid cock. Sirius pulled Remus’ arse towards him as he thrust forward. Sirius slowed the movement of his hips as he entered Remus, determined to savour every moment of this most intimate contact. Remus moaned. His arsehole contracted tightly around Sirius’ cock as Sirius pushed deeper into him. Sirius withdrew his cock slowly and completely before entering Remus once again. Remus unwittingly pushed his arse hard against Sirius’ hips. Groaning, his reached for his prick. Sirius began to thrust rhythmically, but still slowly, as Remus began to masturbate. Sirius tightened his grip on Remus’ hips, his self-control beginning to wane. The slow, laborious pleasure was overwhelming. Suddenly, Remus reached his free hand up, clasping it firmly on the back of Sirius’ neck.
“Fuck me, Padfoot,” he commanded, his eyes on fire. Sirius was, for once, speechless. Nodding frantically he began to pump hard into Remus with a reckless abandon that they hadn’t enjoyed in many long years. Sweat began to pour from Sirius’ forehead, the salty beads trickling over his stomach to his pubic hair, where it intermingled with Remus’ own perspiration. The dining table began to rock unsteadily. Remus’ back began to slide over the varnished surface as their sweat formed little pools beneath his skin. Sirius thrust furiously into Remus, whose contracting arsehole gripped Sirius’ cock with equal ferocity.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Moony!” Sirius shouted, shuddering, his come engulfing Remus’ arsehole.
Sirius collapsed against Remus, his come-covered cock still trembling. Remus looped his fingers around his own cock faster and faster as Sirius, reaching down, squeezed his balls forcefully. Remus’ face froze, his eyes rolling back slightly, come spurting onto his stomach. Sirius tilted his head downwards and, extending the flexible muscle of his tongue, licked Remus’ stomach clean.
Remus and Sirius lay there, a panting, sweaty mess, all hands, and hair, and come. Exhausted, they succumbed to sleep: Sirius falling soft inside Remus, and Remus melting into Sirius’ arms.
Title: Bathtime Fun
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Warnings: smut, fluff, PWP, un-beta'd
Summary: Sirius decides to join Remus in the prefect's bathroom (I am deeply ashamed, lol).
Words: 252
Sirius pressed his body forward, gently parting Remus’ legs, running his hands over his scarred chest. Sirius could feel the rigidity of Remus’ cock pulsing against the flesh of his own erection. Remus slipped his hands behind Sirius and, placing them on his lean, muscular back, drew him close. Sirius grunted as he nipped lightly as Remus’ neck, thrusting gently against Remus’ stomach. The foamy bath water sloshed over their writhing bodies. Sirius slipped one hand below the water level, his fingers searching for the stretch of skin between Remus’ balls and his anus. Discovering the site of his search, a smirk crossed Sirius’ face. His eyes glinted as he pressed that delicate part of Remus’ anatomy with his thumb. Remus involuntarily jerked his body away, the bath water spilling over the sides, his face marked by a confused look of shock and pleasure. Sirius laughed gruffly as he continued to massage Remus’ perineum, before slipping a finger gently inside Remus’ arsehole. Remus arched his back slightly in response, inadvertently taking in a mouthful of soapy water as he did so. He spluttered as Sirius shook with laughter.
“’S not funny,” Remus choked, his blue eyes bulging a little.
Sirius lifted a dripping wet hand, soapy foam sliding over his bare skin, to Remus’ face. He gently stroked Remus’ lightly scarred cheeks with his thumb, before cupping Remus’ head in his hand.
"You're right," Sirius whispered, his ashen grey eyes boring into Remus' with desire, "Let me make it up to you."
"You're right," Sirius whispered, his ashen grey eyes boring into Remus' with desire, "Let me make it up to you."
Feeling: 
complacent
complacentListening to: 'The Mariner's Revenge Song' - The Decemberists
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