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The thunderstorm rolled in with the morning. Wind whistled through the cracked window sending goosebumps across Remus’ exposed skin. He shivered and pulled his heat source closer, sighing in content as he inhaled the smell of his boyfriend’s shampoo. His mind was hazy as he drifted in and out of sleep, keeping his nose buried in black hair.
The smell of rain infiltrated the room before the first sounds of drops hitting the roof started, and the prominent aching between his legs began to garner his attention. He trailed his lips down the neck in front of him, idly mouthing at the warm skin and leaving a trail of red in his wake. The pulse under him seemed to match the throbbing in his cock and before he realized it, he was subtly grinding his hips against Sirius’ body.
He rolled them over, resting on his elbows to keep his weight from waking Sirius. A shaky sigh escaped his lips and his eyes squeezed tight at the friction of his boxers. The air was sticky between them, his panting breaths into the sticky skin below him and the room's humidity caused the haziness of sleep to stay with him.
Remus sat up with one final thrust, breathing heavily, and rested on his knees above Sirius. He grappled at the hem of the shirt covering Sirius’ body, hiking it up to his shoulders and tracing light fingers down the ink carved into the indent of his spine. His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue gliding over smooth skin. Remus pulled back for a second before sucking at the skin between the dimples in Sirius’ lower back. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he gazed at the mark left there.
They had talked about this before, even done it, but Sirius never failed to amaze Remus. He never really thought about fucking Sirius while he slept before and once it was brought up, admittedly, the concept aroused him, but it also felt like a blatant disregard of his consent. When saying such to Sirius, he was adamantly assured that he wanted it, got off on it actually. Something about waking up and feeling overwhelmed… Remus couldn’t remember in all honesty, at the time, his mind was going wild with new possibilities.
So with this newfound information, they had experimented a lot recently and they both became obsessed. Remus could take his time, worshipping the sleeping man and taking him however he wanted. And Sirius found himself, more times than not, waking up with a moan as Remus entered into him. Best way to wake up if you ask him.
Remus hooked the tips of his fingers in the lace of Sirius’ panties, rolling the black fabric that rested around his hips between his fingers and letting one of them snap back into place. He let out a low moan as he inched the fabric down the swell of Sirius’ ass and the back of his thighs.
Fucking stunning.
Without much thought, he pressed his face into the cheeks that were so nicely presented to him, gripping tightly and spreading them apart to get his whole face between them. Greedily, he began to lap at Sirius’ hole, tongue trailing over the puckered skin, sucking and gently nibbling around it. Above him, he heard the hitch of breath and paused to see if he had woken. He hadn’t.
Remus, with his tongue still deep in the valley of Sirius’ ass, let one of his hands slide down and under, two fingers delving through slick folds. He was wet enough to allow Remus to push both fingers in without resistance and Remus’ eyes rolled at the slick heat wrapped around his digits.
Having teased both of them for long enough, he pulled his fingers out and quickly fumbled with his boxers, frantically pulling at them and settling back between Sirius’ spread legs. Remus knelt behind him, gripping one of Sirius’ hips with one hand while the other stroked his cock, tugging on it a few times before dragging the tip of it through the wetness.
A choked groan left Remus and his head fell forward at the contact, unable to stop himself from thrusting. He took a deep breath and his hand reflexively squeezed Sirius’ waist before he drew the tip of his cock up to his entrance, eyes and jaw clenched shut as it slipped in. He ever so slowly inched out before thrusting back in, a desperate baby leaving his lips.
His other hand flew up to hold the bottom of Sirius’ stomach and he could feel himself as he languidly slid into him. It was all going to his head, the heat of Sirius’ cunt enveloping his cock sent his brain into a frenzy. With that, he started to press into his boyfriend, long and deep, pulling Sirius’ hips back against him with every push forward. It felt like entering him took forever, time seemingly deserted in the past as he watched himself disappear into the thick heat, an inch more with each thrust.
“Sirius, baby, fuck,” Remus whimpered. His movements grew harder as desperation licked at his toes and fingertips. Quiet gasps were punched out of him with each thrust and his eyes fluttered closed.
Below him, Sirius began to stir. His hips pushed back against Remus’ thrusts, and he watched as Sirius’ fingers clenched tightly in the sheets and his face pressed further into the pillow, a low whine coming from him.
“Remus-nnghhh, fuck, Remus, Remus.” Sirius chanted, desperate confusion lacing every word as he pushed himself onto his elbows. Remus wished he’d continue, his name sounding like worship on Sirius’ lips.
Remus laughed and it rumbled through the both of them. He draped himself over Sirius’ back, and the angle slid his cock deeper into the heat, a cut of moan punched out from the man below him.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered in his ear, pulling Sirius’ frizzy curls to one side so he could mouth at his skin. “Good morning.”
Sirius turned his head, mouth open and panting, to allow Remus to kiss down his neck.
“Fuck, Moony” he snorted, shaking his head a little incredulously. He rolled his hips back. “Good morning, indeed.”
Somehow without his knowledge, Remus' hand was gripping Sirius’ jaw, holding it in place. He panted into his neck, what felt like simply seconds of kissing his skin left a trail of dark marks. Remus mouthed along his jawline before pulling him into a heady kiss, groaning into it as their teeth clashed.
Spit trailed from their lips as they parted and Sirius gazed into his eyes as he darted his tongue out to grab what he could of it. Remus growled, hand coming up to frame Sirius’ neck and in the blink of an eye, Sirius’ back was plastered to Remus’ chest, knees splayed open as he sat on Remus’ lap.
“Nnngh, ah! Fuck, Remus,” he whined, body falling lax in Remus’ arms.
Remus continued to thrust into him, holding him up with one hand lightly wrapped around Sirius’ throat and the other holding his thigh open. He mindlessly mouthed at the base of Sirius’ neck when it lulled back onto his shoulder, pulling at the collar of his shirt to expose more skin and huffing a laugh when the seams ripped.
“You look so pretty for me, baby.” He nipped at Sirius’ ear, tongue tracing the curve of it, “I just couldn’t resist you. All splayed out with my shirt riding up.” He slid a hand under the shirt, bunching it so he could watch as he taunted one of Sirius’ nipples, tracing a finger around it but not touching. “So gorgeous, Pads.” His thrusts quickened, the need to watch Sirius fall apart becoming more apparent.
Heavy pants left Sirius’ mouth and he could feel Remus’ cock drag inside him, whines parting his lips as that one spot was hit.
“Moons-Moony, come on, please -nngh oh god, fuck- Remus.” And his hands reached up behind him to desperately try and grasp at anything Remus would let him. A low disappointed whine fell from him as Remus forcefully grabbed both arms and placed them at the base of his stomach, his thrusts deliberately harder.
“Do you feel that, baby?” he asked softly, holding his hand over Sirius’. “Hmm? Do you?” Sirius nods, vision blurred and he looks down at their hands. He cried out a second later, head tossed back and thighs squeezed at a particularly hard thrust directed perfectly.
“Words, Sirius,” Remus admonished, one hand soothingly traveled up and down his thigh. “Come on, Pads, I know you can use ‘em. Tell me, do you feel it?”
Sirius sighed nodding as the words rushed out of him, “Yes, yes, I feel it, ah, I do.” And it’s honestly just a jumble of rushed words to Remus’ ears but his chest swelled with pride anyway.
“Good job, baby,” he praised, making sure Sirius kept the hand on his stomach before letting his hand finally toy with a nipple, eliciting a gasp. “What is it? What do you feel?” He knew he was being a little cruel but he wanted to hear it, pull it out of him.
“Moonyyy,” Sirius whined, and he practically folded in on himself, the coil in his stomach growing by the second. He gasped with every thrust, one hand still on his stomach while the other clenched tightly to Remus’ arm, leaving crescent marks. “I can’t, I can’t. ‘S too good. So good.”
He shook his head with the mumble of words, not fully processing what he had been asked to do. He wailed as Remus stopped moving, sobbing on the edge of release. Sirius tried to take matters into his own hands and grind down, but Remus held his hips tightly. He didn’t even register the begging of, please, please, please, that came from his own mouth.
“Sirius,” Remus said sharply. He emphasized it with a light smack to the inside of his thigh, his hand gliding up to Sirius’ cunt and feeling where he entered him. His fingers were immediately drenched, slick was smeared on Sirius’ thighs, and trailed down Remus’ cock. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet, so wet for me.” He thrust again and relished in the groan of relief that escaped Sirius. His own eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock being squeezed.
Sirius nodded his head frantically, doing anything to get Remus to move again. “Mhm, mhm, all for you, Moony.” He gasped when his hand felt Remus thrust again, a whine tumbling past his lips. “You- moony, please, ohh- you, I feel you.” He sobbed out in between the prods of Remus’ cock from his stomach. “M’ so full, so full.”
His head lulled back against Remus’ shoulder, bouncing with each thrust into him. Words spilled out of his mouth, but he couldn’t figure out what he was saying. White hot pleasure pricked at his skin, body curling inwards when Remus’ fingers started to flick at his clit. His face turned into Remus’ neck, unable to stop the lengthy moans from escaping him.
“Ohhhh,” and he brought one hand up to fist in Remus’ hair, pleasure wrapping around him like a snake. He could feel his cunt throbbing, dripping, “Remus, ahh-Rem, Moony-nngh.”
The clenching of Sirius’ cunt around his cock caused Remus to groan and increase his pace, fingers flying over his clit as he felt Sirius getting closer. He didn’t know where to look. Down at where Sirius sucks him in, slick leaving strings between them with every thrust? At the bulge that peaks through the bottom of Sirius’ stomach every time he thrusts? Or up at the absolutely blissed-out face of his boyfriend taking his cock, eyebrows scrunched, eyes rolled back, lips red and bitten?
“Close-closeclosecloseclose,” rushed out of Sirius, mouth gaping as pleasure churned in his stomach and made its way to the surface. His breaths came out short, chest heaving as his body started to tense on top of Remus. Sirius’ thighs clenched tight around Remus’ and he buried his face into his neck. “Gonna ah come, I’m gonna- anngh!”
His back arched off of Remus, pushing into his hold, a long choked moan muffled into the skin of Remus’ neck. Sirius cried out as pleasure exploded behind his eyes, his cunt clenching as he ground down onto the cock inside him. He bit down on Remus’ neck, his hand tugging harshly at the hair it held. He continued to roll his hips as waves of ecstasy coursed through him, little mewls the result of overstimulation.
“Fuck, Sirius, Fuck.” Remus grunted, thrusting through Sirius’ orgasm, the vice grip of his cunt sending him into a spiral. “You’re so. fucking. tight.”
He held on firmly to Sirius as the other man came down, hearing the whines and whimpers, his body entirely limp in Remus’ arms. He gently coaxed him back down onto his stomach, thrusts becoming sharper with his mounting pleasure. Remus held Sirius’ waist, fingers almost fully wrapped around it as he slammed into him, the squelching of Sirius’ come becoming louder with each thrust.
“Baby, baby, oh my god, you’re so fucking, so fucking- ungh.” He groaned, head falling forward as he felt his orgasm begin to rip through him. He pulled out, come painting Sirius’ wrecked cunt. Remus whined and pushed back in, a choked moan catching in his throat. His forehead fell to rest on Sirius’ back as he caught his breath, hands running up and down his torso.
Slowly, he pulled out of Sirius and they both let out a pitiful sound. He sat back and spread Sirius’ cheeks, eyes dazed as he stared at the come dripping down his cunt. He trailed a finger through it, smiling when he saw Sirius tense.
“You okay, Pads?” He checked, removing his finger and crawling up Sirius’ back, laying down on top of him and moving his hair to kiss his cheek.
The answer he got back was muffled into the pillow and he laughed, scratching at Sirius’ scalp.
“What was that?” He teased, “I couldn’t understand you.”
He felt more than heard Sirius huff before he turned his head to speak, words a little slurred, “M’good. Just needa minute.”
Remus nodded and continued to stroke his hair, leaving light kisses on the exposed part of his neck. A few minutes later Sirius began to squirm and wiggle below him and Remus rolled to the side.
“You okay, baby?” He repeated, eyes scanning his face.
“Yes,” Sirius rolled his eyes and smiled fondly. “I already told you that.”
Remus simply shrugged before pulling the other man back into him and wrapping his arms around his waist. Sirius let himself be manhandled, placing a kiss on Remus’ nose, lips, and then chin before he snuggled into the chest in front of him. They basked in the sound of rumbling thunder in the distance as the storm retreated.