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Bonus Fic: Of Sweet, Star-Lighted Hours for ceredwensirius

Title: Of Sweet, Star-Lighted Hours
Author: ohkaye
Recipient: ceredwensirius
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *BONIN' no but really, this is porn. Also some mention of past Remus/Tonks (given Teddy exists here). No Tonks-bashing, though!*
Word Count: 2,021
Summary: It is Sirius' first Christmas with Remus after the veil, and Andromeda has provided them with an interesting gift.
Author's notes: So! This is an AU, and was written while trying to get home during the Great Heathrow Debacle, and therefore it's not nearly as good as I wanted it to be. I tried to include as many of your kinks as I could, darling, and was a bit liberal with my interpretation of your prompt. I hope you enjoy! Title comes from Eliza Action's "I Love Thee."

“Sirius.” The voice was low and stiff with what a less asleep Black would have been able to determine as ‘barely-suppressed mirth,’ but what this still very much asleep Black merely interpreted as annoying.

“Gerroff,” he muttered, shifting onto his stomach and pulling a pillow over his head. The better to keep out that awful fucking buzzing.

“Sirius,” came the voice again, this time somewhat more urgent. To his complete and utter shock, something buzzed against his inner thigh.

“What?” he demanded, banging upwards and nearly getting Remus in the face with his elbow. “What could possibly be more important than sleep on—oh.”

Remus was holding a vibrator. He was also doing his very best not to look as silly as he felt, because the vibrator he was holding was bright purple and there were strange attachments and what Andromeda was thinking, he did not know, but he was pretty sure he owed her a thousand thanks for the combination of Remus’ tousledness, vibrator-holdingness, and shit-eating grin-holding-backness right now. “What is that?” he asked, though he did not need to be told. Remus shrugged, going slightly pink.

“Apparently… Fun?” he suggested. Sirius let out an enormous bark of laughter and bowled him over backward, tickling him madly against his sides until the laughter that threatened at the edges of his austere “I can be an adult about sex” thin-lipped smile exploded out of his chest and ricocheted off the edges of their bedroom.

“Andromeda sent that, didn’t she,” Sirius wheezed when Remus had finally yielded, though not without a solid knee to the inside of his thigh that nearly damaged some things quite important to both of them. He means it as a question, but it isn’t one really. Andromeda is the only person in Sirius’ family who knew about the two of them when they were still in school, and Sirius will never forget her face when she did find out. Very few people handle the sight of their cousin’s cock up another man’s arse with as much aplomb and grace as Andromeda Tonks. And she inherited – as miraculously as Sirius had – a sense of humor. Their gift from her at Remus’ birthday had been what he had drily referred to as a “BDSM Starter Kit – For Kids!” in pink-and-purple leopard print (and Sirius would never admit to her that they did use the blindfolds and scarves and handcuffs, sometimes).

“Of course she did,” Remus murmured into the space between Sirius’ collarbone and throat. “Lord knows why.”

“Clearly she thinks we need some sort of help in the sex department,” Sirius concluded, grinning as Remus squirmed underneath him.

“She never sent these kinds of gifts to Tonks and I,” he said and began to play absently with Sirius’ hair.

“Probably because she knew you weren’t having sex.” Sirius sat up, running his fingers along Remus’ torso and contemplating him fondly from this improved vantage point. “Has Teddy woken?”

“Do you think we wouldn’t know if he had?” Remus had the wide-eyed look that he always got when he was thinking Incredibly Impure Thoughts. Sirius ran the tip of his tongue over his lips as though thoughtful and delighted in Remus’ full-body shiver and the way his hands automatically rose to rub at the contours of his hips.

“He sleeps like a rock,” Sirius murmured, far more interested in what exactly Remus’ hands were planning on doing than Ted Remus Lupin’s (rather prodigious) sleeping ability.

“It’s also five in the morning.” Remus licked his lips, his eyelids half-lowered as he slid his fingertips across Sirius’ belly. “I woke you for a reason.” He smirked wickedly when Sirius went rock-hard under the heat of his stare and moaned softly in the back of his throat when Sirius shifted down to his hips, straddling his upper thighs and running his fingertips along the length of his stiff cock.

“And what reason was that, my Moonshine?” Sirius’ whisper was throaty and dark, all vibrators and amusing cousins forgotten.

“First Christmas together since,” Remus started and Sirius leaned down to kiss him, hard and deep and wanting, not needing to hear you came back to me but wanting to taste it longing-sweet on Remus’ tongue. The kiss makes Sirius light-headed and dizzy and his arousal, which has been licking impatiently at his consciousness since Remus woke him up with that stupid vibrator, muscles all of his reservations and inhibitions out of the way. He whimpers into Remus's mouth, literally unable to respond in words, and pushes him backwards with his hips. Sirius is drunk on the smell of him (something he used to look for, the reason he'd steal Remus' clothes and wear them to classes or on Order missions, so he could lift his sleeve and inhale and be home) and on the feel of his mouth and the sweet resistance of his body. He pours himself into the kiss, for the moment doing nothing else; he is too focused, too lost, in the sweet juncture of their mouths.

He tangles one hand in his hair and slips the other up underneath the hem of his shirt to touch reverently at his belly, sliding up his torso to pinch playfully at a nipple. Remus falls back, practically purring with invitation, and Sirius follows him just as eagerly, managing to haul Remus's shirt over his head before he's horizontal and working his mouth across the beloved hillock of his collarbone. He wants to touch everywhere at once; his hands rove with earnest abandon over his body to cup the still-delicious firmness of his buttocks, where he squeezes affectionately. He fits his hips into Remus's and shifts enough to create a sweet, teasing friction for the both of them, making low, ragged noises of want into the curve of Remus' shoulder.

When they part it is only so Sirius can pull off his pajama bottoms, running the rough pads of his thumb over the curves of his hipbones. When they're naked he can't bring himself to move for a second, deflating against Remus in the heady perfection of his lover's skin on his. He wraps his arms around his torso, ignoring for the moment the intensity of their need in favor of the joyousness of homecoming. Sirius has always been able to do this: pause. Savor.

He braces himself on his elbows to look Remus in the eye, stroking the lines of his face with adoring fingertips. "I'm never leaving you again," he whispers, finding he has to force the words past the tightening of his throat. It's a promise, fervent and laden with too many layers of meaning to unpack, but he knows that Remus will understand. And he does, the near-permanent furrows in his brow loosening slightly as he curls himself upward to kiss Sirius on the mouth.

He considers using his mouth, or his hands, but all of a sudden all he wants is to make Remus come with his entire body, wants to bury himself in him and dwell. He kisses him reverently at the neck and collarbone and shifts, Summoning a wee-used vial from their nightstand. Sirius slips three fingers into it and applies its contents liberally to them. Gently he circles Remus's entrance with the tip of his index finger before sliding it carefully into him, kissing all the while. When Remus begins to pant please please please breathlessly and buck back into him, Sirius groans low in the back of his throat and lifts himself momentarily off of Remus. He pulls his fingers from him with a soft involuntary noise of disappointment. The branches of the tree rustle against the window above Remus's head and the dim light of early morning catches his hair, awakening little golden flecks in its graying auburn. Sirius kneels between Remus' legs and slides his three fingers back into him, using his other hand to slick his aching erection in three quick strokes. “Sirius,” Remus pants with a note of desperate warning, and then more urgently, “Please, Padfoot, please—”

With a little moan Sirius leans forward to kiss the tip of his erection, sliding up and into his body with a ragged groan. He goes slowly, though his abdomen and buttocks twitch and tense with the orgasm he knows won't take long to happen, but he refuses to hurt his Moonshine. For a moment he pauses, getting control of himself; he kisses the juncture of Remus's jaw and neck, panting heavily into his ear. His thrusts, when they start, are slow and measured, and he curses softly and braces his hand on the bedframe behind Remus' head.

“Pads,” Remus moans, hitching his hips up into Sirius’ thrusts as his eyes close heavily, his mouth parted.

“Gorgeous,” Sirius whispers, wrapping one arm around Remus and threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He watches his face, kissing him on the mouth and jaw and cheek and nose every so often, their bodies folding together as they move.

After a few minutes Sirius reaches down to wrap his elegant fingers around the familiar heat of Remus' erection, stroking lovingly with each forward thrust of his hips - gaining speed and power now as he struggles to maintain a rhythm, moaning Remus's name into the hot juncture of their mouths. He wraps his mouth around the pale curve of Remus' throat and bites down, leaving reddish imprints of his teeth, and sucks the sensitive flesh purple. He drives his body into his lover's with the kind of abandon that can only come from being sure it was never going to happen again, and he clings - oh, how he clings. And Remus beneath him sprawls wantonly, his cries building behind the fist he’s shoved into his mouth because once again they’ve forgotten to put up any silencing charms, his body working around Sirius’ erection and he's very close to coming, his body sending an urgent siren call of heat and tension thrilling through his pelvis and spine. He quickens the movement of his hand, kissing Remus a collar of love-bites. “Moonshine,” he murmurs, his voice infinitely tender, as if he understands exactly why Remus is so desperate to keep them together like this, “let go.”

And Remus does, coming with a yowl that he buries in Sirius’ neck. He thrusts into the loop of Sirius’ fingers hard and Sirius shoves his face into the juncture of Remus's neck and shoulder, the hot rippling burst of his come across his hand more than enough to send him tumbling into orgasm even without the inevitable and delicious contractions and undulations of his muscles.

Finally he stills, his toes and feet tingling deliciously, a sunburst of satiated warmth blooming from his pelvis. He runs a trembling hand over Remus's side, murmuring broken lines of poetry into his skin. They twine together like this and after several minutes Sirius reaches across the rise and fall of Remus’ chest to reset their alarm. A wry chuckle drifts up from underneath the stretch of his arm. “Teddy will wake us long before that,” Remus points out, a little hoarsely. He frowns when Sirius shifts his weight off of him, following the movement of his body and turning into him again.

“Yes, but I still have fond hopes that won’t be the case,” Sirius murmurs into his hair, gathering him close in his arms.

“Vain hopes.” Remus begins to trace patterns on Sirius’ back, and Sirius thinks they might be words but is still too pleasantly fuzzy to decipher them.

“You didn’t even make some sort of dig at my ego with that,” he points out after a beat of comfortable silence. Remus scoffs. “I must have done quite well,” he adds, pleased with himself, “if you’re not even making snide remarks.”

“Go to sleep, Sirius,” Remus says in a tone that brooks no argument, but he’s smiling. Sirius can feel it, just at the bottom of his throat.

“Happy Christmas, Moonshine,” he murmurs and feels Remus’ smile stretch.

“Happy Christmas, Pads.”

Comments

Mmm, so intimate and hot. :-)
Thank you!
Yay, Sirius back from the veil! I liked funny Andromeda and Sirius' line, “Probably because she knew you weren’t having sex.”

And of course, the warm and fun sex was quite nice, too. ;)
Andromeda would TOTALLY hand out sex toys XD Thank you!
I loved the bit about Sirius stealing Remus's clothes and him having elegant fingers. Very hot, thank you for sharing! <3
Thank you!
I am, unfortunately, on a lunch break that is about to end which means I must return to work. I will leave a proper review when I get home this evening. For now just know that I loved it and it was hot and oh my goodness, just wonderful. I'll tell you all the ways I loved it in a few hours from now! And thank you!
I am, literally, sick as a dog, but rereading this made me giggle and guh in all the right places. First, I adore you for keeping his relationship with Andromeda intact. The fact that she walked in on them and buys them sex toys? Well - you just became my hero!

And Teddy, even off the page, makes me melt. I just love the idea of Sirius and Remus raising Teddy. It is a definite favorite of mine!

And oh! The passion in their love-making! That was just perfect and really how I see them at this age. The urgency and impatience of youth has passed them by and now they can really enjoy each other. You captured that beautifully!


“You didn’t even make some sort of dig at my ego with that,” he points out after a beat of comfortable silence. Remus scoffs. “I must have done quite well,” he adds, pleased with himself, “if you’re not even making snide remarks.”


That. That is so Sirius. Such a smug little puppy, always so ready to congratulate himself.

This was a perfect gift and I enjoyed it thoroughly! Thank you!
THIS IS THE LATEST RESPONSE IN THE WORLD but omg I'm so glad you like it! <3
I love Andromeda and (Very few people handle the sight of their cousin’s cock up another man’s arse with as much aplomb and grace as Andromeda Tonks. And she inherited – as miraculously as Sirius had – a sense of humor. . LOVE!)I love YOU for writing this. I am sicker than a dog and a firm believer that pr0n (rather than chicken soup and vitamin C) is really the cure for the common cold.

This was pr0n at it's best, but it had some very sweet (the idea of them finding each other again) and funny (Remus was holding a vibrator. He was also doing his very best not to look as silly as he felt, because the vibrator he was holding was bright purple and there were strange attachments and what Andromeda was thinking, he did not know, but he was pretty sure he owed her a thousand thanks for the combination of Remus’ tousledness, vibrator-holdingness, and shit-eating grin-holding-backness right now.) moments. Yet all was very skillfully woven together.

Best of all was the sheer passion of their lovemaking (and, really, that's what it was, lovemaking rather than plain sex.) It was as if every fiber of their beings was intend on being together - and sex with someone truly loved is the hottest thing ever.

Really well done!

Edited at 2010-12-31 09:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Seriously, your comments always make me feel so warm and fuzzy <3
He braces himself on his elbows to look Remus in the eye, stroking the lines of his face with adoring fingertips. "I'm never leaving you again," he whispers, finding he has to force the words past the tightening of his throat. It's a promise, fervent and laden with too many layers of meaning to unpack, but he knows that Remus will understand.

Now there's a lovely thing to see in a Remus/Sirius AU! And when it "comes" with a purple vibrator and hot, hot lovemaking, it's even better!
I think if he did come back there would always be that little bit of tenderness. <3

Thank you!