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I see it in his eyes, he knows.
The truly sinister look like he’s going to end me. Every time I look at him he’s staring, never blinking or tearing his eyes away from it target, me. Those eyes are destructive, and yet, I can’t stop staring, the warm amber gaze of which only comes out when he’s angry. He doesn’t look away, either.
“Pads.” His gaze didn’t falter from mine, but I couldn’t any longer, he knows. He knows and I’m fucked. He’ll tell. This will be his revenge against me for fifth year. I know Prongs and Pete are talking, trying to get me ti speak, but I just can’t. The tears well up in my eyes, he knows. My feet hit the ground before my brain can communicate anything else and, one by one, my feet pick up pace and soon I’m gone, somewhere my brain can’t comprehend.
The wind blows through tree to tree, fireflies bounce and buzz to each other. A warm, fiery burn runs down my throat as I take yet another swig of firewiskey.
‘Sirius Black, known womanizer is actually gay,’ ‘disgrace to his family turns out to be gay.’
I can already see the names, can already hear my cousins thoughts. There’s a vague sound behind me, Prongs or Pete might’ve came to look for me. I’ve been up here for god knows how long, while Remus gets his revenge.
“Prongs, Worms. I’ll go back.” I pronounce rather loudly, the alcohol clouding my vision and restricting my thoughts. All the wanted was to snog a cute bloke and get Remus out of my system, I wasn’t expecting the object of my actions to come strolling around the corner, catching me and the bloke with his tongue down my throat, but I guess you don’t always get what you want.
“It’s not Prongs or Pete.” Great, it’s the person I just so happened to be avoiding.
“Going to shove it in my face of how your going to get your revenge? How your going to tell anybody that will listen?” It’s a bit rude, but the whiskey isn’t letting me think. All I want is to yell, yell until my voice dies and all I can do whimper.
“Pads,” pity, “why did you think I would want to get revenge, we’re over that. I don’t hold against that, your Pads, my Pads, and you’ll always be.” My Pads. The words drag around in my alcohol induced brain, and though it’s not the easiest, I understand now. He wasn’t staring because he was angry, he was staring because he liked it. A smile appears on my face.
“Oh Moony. You could’ve just said so.” I launch myself up at him, firewhiskey bottle long forgotten, and as my arms wrap around his neck and he steadies his footing, I’m overcome by his beauty. Amber staring into grey, I kiss him. It’s crooked and messy, but it’s good for us. Our lips finally move together in sink, my back hitting the wall he’s backed me into, my hands in his hair musing it up. There’s a swipe against my bottom lip, his tongue slipped in, hie teeth attached the bottom half, pulling and tugging. It’s amazing and wonderful and so much. Too much for my muddled brain, and yet not enough.
Those same soft, sweet lips pepper my chin and neck, moving back towards my ear. Wetness is lapping on my ear, it doesn’t matter. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling our bodies impossibly closer. It’s like a fever dream except better. It’s real. I let him have his way with me, let him explore and worship my body while I bask in the pleasure. Hands over every inch of me, lips and tongue and teeth nipping their way across, getting lower and lower, more familiar as the seconds go by.
I wonder what it would be like with him inside me, rutting his hips against my arse. The sensation of him being close, being in me. My shirts off, so is his, and it seems, too, that our trousers are gone as well, leaving us only in our pants. He’s nipping his way down my sternum, stopping at the scars along my chest, placing barely there, featherlight kisses across them.
Warm hands cup my erect dick, I gasp. Suddenly, now, the thought of what we were doing became real. I’ve never done this before. Moony will take care of me. A huff escaped into the cold darkness of air, flowing freely to wherever it can go, but only I can hear it, only I’m just here. Fingers hook under the waistband on my pants, my eyes can only look at his face, I would cum otherwise.
The look on his face is soft and patient, he’s waiting for an answer, and I give it to him. There off and behind Remus somewhere now, not our problem anymore. His cock rubs against mine and I know that he took his pants off as well. It’s comforting, I’m not alone.
“What do you want, Pads? I can’t be inside you in your front hole, you closed that. Do you want to try anal?” That sounds magical. I want to say that, want to beg, but nothing comes out. Remus is patient and waits, I nod.
Cold rock makes my cheeks pink and rosy. Hands are slamming my hips against the same rock, it doesn’t hurt. The warm tongue that licks its way from my cock to my hole makes me shiver. Everywhere else it’s frostbite cold, but the places Remus is touching are on fire. Remus’ tongue is probing my arse, licking and sucking all around, nipping occasionally.
I’m impaled by it. It’s exploring in little licks and curls. A finger joins it, then two. Thrusting in and out again and again. It’s feels so good. I want more, I crave it, I need it.
“Please.” Whimpering isn’t the most mature thing, but it comes out anyway, and I welcome it, it makes Remus give more. Remus’ chest is flush against my back, the hard muscles feeling wonderful against my shoulder blades.
His cockhead is nuzzled between my arse cheeks, waiting. I whimper again, he pushes in slowly. He adjusts his stance once fully in, though not moving, waiting for me to relax my body. It’s all so much and yet not enough. Is this what your first time’s supposed to feel like?
He starts rocking, jagged hips meeting flesh. Remus’ arms move to my hips, holding them still. Grunts, groans, moans, growls, all sounds imaginable break free from both of us and drift, some far away and some so close. The stretch and burn bordered on too much, but it was never too much.
Remus reached around, wrapping one hand around my cock, jerking in time with his thrusts. Fuck. His thrust became harder and more erratic, my head threw back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling inside my head. I let myself go limp, his crushing body the only thing that kept me standing.
A guttural moan was ripped from my throat as Remus twisted his hand on the upstroke, Remus thumbed the head and ran over the slit, my stomach coiled, I’m close. Stars danced behind my eyes, mind white. I could tell that Remus was close too, his thrusts were sloppy. He squeezed my cock. I came. Convulsing around the cock inside me, thick, white spurts soiled Remus’ hand and the wall.
He bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder as he came inside me, slowing his movements. My name was whispered and joined his whispered name in the silence between us. I leant against his chest as he lowered us to the ground gently.
“Remus.”
“Sirius.”
Even though they were breathless whispers we knew what we meant. I love you, forever.