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Secret Smokes (Part 14)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2400

A/N: I haven't had time to proofread this one but I wanted to get it out in celebration of it being Remus's birthday today. Happy Birthday Moony.

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The trees outside were becoming greener, and the air a bit warmer. Remus and you would even sometimes take walks outside together to enjoy the sunshine, obviously distanced and acting appropriately. Acting appropriately was beginning to drain you as the honeymoon stages of being with Remus began to wear off.

January was filled with the thrill of being together and sneaking around, you got comfortable in February and now it was March. You were entering your third month of being exclusive, but not being anything, spending evenings together but barely ever sleeping in the same bed. No matter how much you enjoyed it you couldn't hide it was all becoming slightly draining. You longed for a date, to go the theatre like Remus once promised, to go for a walk and hold hands. To kiss in a public space.

"Any plans for the weekend?" You asked Remus as you strolled through the grass in the morning on Friday, you asked in the hope of finally going on a date again.

"I have a meeting with some members of the order, apparently there's rumours of activity between death eaters" He kept his hands firmly in his pockets. "What's your plans?" He looked at you with a gentle look of admiration as he spoke.

"I was thinking you could take me around London?" You asked slightly nervously.

"I'm sorry, not this weekend. There's too many people from the order around right now. Besides we shouldn't speak about this in public." His body was closed off as he looked around and spoke in a hush tone, it used to thrill you the secrecy, but it was beginning to hurt.

"When can we? You promised me the theatre." You said and he smiled gently.

"As soon as possible."

"When's that?" You pushed and Remus shook his head. "When it's less risky."

"Fine can I at least come officially meet Sirius?" You asked.

"I would like nothing more,"

"But?" You interrupted

"But, the order operates out of his house, and there's been more meetings recently, it's not safe for us to be hanging out there." He explained.

"What about your cottage? Or is that too risky too?" You tried your luck.

"That's actually a good idea, but," You rolled your eyes at Remus again. "I need time to make it habitable, it's a mess there. I'll go this weekend and depending on the progress soon we can go together." He explained and you nodded satisfied with getting at least somewhere. He looked around before continuing. "Tomorrow, after my meeting I'd love to see you. If that's okay? Although I don't know what time I will be back it would mean a lot to me if you were free." He almost whispered.

"Of course, if you won't take me out on a date at least we can have one here." You said and he offered a weak smile.

"Now tell me, how's your preparation for exams going?" He changed the subject now speaking in a louder tone and it felt more like spending time with Lupin than Remus. You enjoyed all sides of Remus J Lupin. You enjoyed learning his habits and quirks, you would sit in your DADA lesson and watch him intensely as he would tap his fingers on his wand when he was nervous. You could quite define what was going on between you both, on one hand he was very reserved, he wanted for you to come over to spend time together and then for you to leave, like you were a way for him to have company. On the other hand he was passionate, he talked about his dreams of showing you the world, about how he saw the future it made you feel like maybe you were special to him. You spent the day alone waiting for Remus to come back, every few hours you would walk past his office to find out if he was back yet no sign of him. It was getting late and you were begging to believe he won't come back today and you wasted your evening waiting for him.

Finally around nine pm as you walked back to your dorm from his office you saw him walking in your direction towards his office, you smiled at the sight of him. He was very dressed up in a nice shirt and blazer, he looked like he really cared about his appearance today as he went to the meeting. You didn't really understand why he got so dressed up to see the order or why his "meeting" lasted all Saturday. He greeted you in the corridor with a nod and you turned around walking side by side to his office. "Hello Professor." You said with a playful tone.

"Hi Y/N, I know it's Saturday but do you mind coming to have a quick discussion with me in the office?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"My pleasure." You said as he held the door open for you and you stepped inside.

"Hello my dear." He said as soon as the door closed and he leaned in to kiss you. "Sorry for running so late, everyone couldn't stop talking I left as soon as I could." He explained as you walked up the stairs to his office.

"You look really nice." You pointed out.

"I've got to impress you, how else would I keep you interested in boring old me." He said, at this moment you clicked the thing you could smell was fire whiskey, he had been drinking.

"Do you often drink at important meetings?" You asked, a sting of jealousy on your tongue.

"Only when they run late," He explained as he poured two drinks and you sat down.

"I waited for you like an idiot all evening." You explained feeling upset by how you ruined your day waiting while he was drinking and dressing up for a meeting.

"I'm sorry, dear, I tried to leave as soon as the meeting finished but everyone wanted to talk, they wanted to talk to me, which rarely happens, you know how I talk and people lose interest well this one time when I wanted them to not listed they did listen. But I wanted to come back to you this whole evening. Anyway we're here now and I can bore you instead of them." He gave you a soft kiss on your cheek as he sat down next to you.

"So tell me about your cottage." You said making yourself comfortable on the couch, with your legs crossed and your drink in hand.

"What do you want to know?" He re-adjusted himself to face you as he sat on the opposite end of the sofa and music played in the background, he had his favourite vinyl on which filled the room with positivity even if your conversations didn't start on a good note.

"I don't know, we always just talk about music and me, I feel like I barely know you."

"I'm an open book."

"That's a lie."

"What do you want to know?" He said gently ignoring your remark.

"Did you grow up there?" You snapped.

"In the cottage? No, god, no." He snapped back instantly looking down at his glass with the last three words.

"So where did you grow up?"

"Everywhere, we moved around a lot because of my condition. Listen Y/N I would rather not talk about this today. Ask me any other day and I'll tell you, today I want to listen to some records, hold you in my arms and sip some expensive whiskey." He said putting an arm around you and pulling you closer.

"So you'll speak to others all night but all you want is to sit next to me and listen to music?"

"I also want to kiss you." He said planting a light kiss on your lips making you blush.

"Remus, I feel like you don't want to let me into your life."

"You are in my life, dear. I spend more time with you than anyone else. The last time I was around someone so much it was Sirius and I was your age."

"Yet you won't even let me meet Sirius." You left his embrace sitting on the opposite side of the sofa.

"Y/N, we spoke about this..." he said sitting up himself.

"What are we?"

"I don't know." He said slightly defeated.

"Are we dating?"

"No." He replied calmly but instantly without time to even process the question .

"But we're exclusive?" You asked after a moment of thinking

"Yes." Once again instantly.

"Why?"

"Because I can't bear the thought of anyone else kissing you."

"Why won't you date me?"

"Because I'm your teacher." He didn't break eye contact.

"Bullshit. You've crossed that line too many times for it to matter, why?"

"Because it's me. Y/N, I wouldn't want to curse anyone with me, especially not you. You don't understand what I am..."

"I do Remus, and I don't care so drop this self destructive attitude and let yourself feel happy."

"I want you to feel happy!" He almost shouted but controlled himself. "I am sacrificing my job for you to be happy-"

"Yes because you don't get any enjoyment out of it, you're just having sex with me and inviting me over for my enjoyment." You snarked back and he rested his head in his hand as he massaged his temple trying to find the right words to say.

"Y/N, you know what I mean. I care about you, I am smitten by you. But it would be selfish of me to decide to date you to call you mine. You're a young witch, you have so much potential. I have to change jobs before people realise my condition, I am always moving, I'm not safe, and I'm not safe to be around. I want to keep you safe and happy, I don't want to ruin your future by people finding out you're dating not only your teacher but a werwolf."

"Selfish is you not giving me a chance. Do you know what would make me happy? If you held my hand. The day you took me to the British Museum was one of the best days I've ever had, I was so happy, you can offer me happiness but you decide not to. You would know all this if you weren't too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice." You now raised your voice a little bit too much.

"This isn't how I wanted this evening to go." He simply said looking down at his feet almost defeated.

"I'm sorry but you can't keep running from this conversation Lupin it's March, am I just your plaything or do you hate yourself so much that you truly won't allow yourself to feel okay for a moment?"

"Dear, can we just come back to this tomorrow when you're more calm and I'm more sober?" He asked with a soft tone that contrasted your own.

"Maybe I should go." You said standing up and gathering your belongings.

"Dear-" he began as he stood up and followed you towards the door.

"No Remus, I'm not going to allow you to hurt me with your mistaken nobility, the worst part is you truly think you're doting the right thing." You said emotions getting the best of you.

"Y/N. Please stay." He placed his hand on the door to stop you from opening it.

"Why? Why are you so desperate for me to stay when you won't talk to me about anything real."

"Because it's my birthday..." he said and it hit you like a wall of bricks.

"Remus I'm so sorry-" you began but he seemed dismissive.

"Actually I believe it may be best if you do leave," Remus said letting go of the wall and walking to sit back down, downing the rest of his drink and closing his eyes as he sat there not looking your way.

"Yes I should go, we should go. Let's go to London."

"What?" He shot a confused look at you.

"Let's go, what are we doing wasting away here? Do you really want to spend your birthday sitting here like every other evening? Or do you want to celebrate?"

"I don't celebrate my birthday, I just don't want to be alone this year."

"Why isn't Sirius here?"

"Because I already saw him, they bought out a cake and sang me happy birthday at the meeting. I didn't like the attention but it was nice if Sirius to organise it, but I told them I just want to sit at home today."

"No let's celebrate!" You insisted sitting down next to him and putting hands on his knee.

"I told you I don't want to I just want to sit here and have a nice, normal, evening with you." He said sternly, his body stiff.

"Remus, why didn't you tell me it's your birthday?"

"Because I didn't want you to react like this, it's not important, I didn't want a cake, I didn't want people singing happy birthday, I just wanted to sit with you here and feel normal and happy." He explained it felt like he was lecturing you.

"I don't understand..."

"No you wouldn't would you?" He stood up moving your hand off his knee and walking away to go top up his glass before he continued speaking. "I didn't want to be reminded another year has passed, another year where there no cure, another year where each month is a curse, another year my mother is dead, my friends are dead. Another year closer to loosing my father, to loosing Sirius and another job. What is so fun about celebrating this?"

"Because it's about celebrating the person you are." You emphasised walking over to him, you stood in front of him looking up at him hoping he would kiss you as you moved up your him standing on your toes.

"There's nothing to celebrate about me." He said walking past you to sit on his office chair. You followed right behind him.

"Yes there is Remus. You're amazing, do you really think I'd be waiting for you all evening if you weren't worth celebrating." You moved in closer invading his personal space and straddling him on his desk chair. His body shifted below you as he cleared your throat, you could feel his penis twitch as he was begging to get hard. "I'm sorry Y/N, I think you should leave." He said almost whispering. You looked into his eyes for a moment before storming out. "Self destructive asshole" you murmured as you slammed his office door behind you.

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Pure Torture (spicy wolfstar fic)

Happy birthday to @xinasvoice and Remus John Lupin!! This story technically isn’t about Remus' birthday...but he does get a present ;)

Pure Torture, by weightyghosts

“A small grunt escapes Sirius’ lips and he hunches forward again, burying his face in his hands. Remus fidgets beside him. Sirius might be the one with a vibrating plug up his arse in the middle of class right now, but in reality, Remus is the one suffering.”

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Rating: explicit

Word count: 3400

Genre: fluff & smut & first times

Published: March 10, 2023

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, swearing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45644413

“Mr. Black, are you quite well?”

James hides his laugh behind his hand, elbow resting on the desk, and Remus watches Sirius’ shoulders tense and twitch as he straightens his back.

“Y-yes, Professor Flitwick,” Sirius grits out behind a painful smile, “Quite well.”

Flitwick nods and returns to ignoring the boys at the back of the class, focusing on the more rapt students at the front.

A small grunt escapes Sirius’ lips, and he hunches forward again, burying his face in his hands.

Remus fidgets beside him. Sirius might be the one with a vibrating plug up his arse in the middle of class right now, but in reality, Remus is the one suffering.

He grips his quill tighter as Sirius shudders quietly.

“Don’t you think you should go back to the dorm?” Remus asks sharply.

“Piss off,” Sirius grumbles, voice muffled.

James sighs cheerfully and lays his head down on the desk, facing Sirius and looking like the cat that got the cream.

“How you holding up, Padfoot?” he asks with false consideration. “Ready to give in?”

The only answer is another angry grumble from Sirius.

To be fair, isn’t like Sirius doesn’t deserve to be punished.

He had purposefully interrupted James and Lily’s private time in the dorm (which James had filled out all the proper paperwork for, and therefore Remus and Peter had been happy to camp out in the common room for the night, but Sirius hadn’t been pleased about the prospect of a less-than-ideal night’s sleep before their Quidditch match the next day, so he’d acted like a child), storming in to reclaim his territory and ending up with more than an eyeful of what the couple like to get up to. Sirius had been merciless in his laughter and mockery of having discovered new information about James’ particular sexual interests.

Remus doesn’t think that it’s anyone else’s business what someone derives pleasure from, and deep down, he doesn’t think Sirius does either, but Sirius had never been able to hold back from making fun of James, even when it was the height of hypocrisy for him to mock James for liking stuff up his bum.

And so, it was only predictable that James would exact his revenge. Which he did that morning when the post arrived, James’ owl dropping a small box in front of Sirius with a thump over his breakfast plate. Remus knew straight away from James’ evil grin that it was going to be a long day. Though he honestly never could have predicted that James would actually purchase a neon purple vibrating anal plug for Sirius and then dare him to last through one lesson with it in– while James controlled the vibrations. Once Remus knew about this though, he really should have predicted that he would be horribly tortured right alongside Sirius.

It’s truly killing Remus to sit next to Sirius while he squirms and sweats and pants softly in restrained pleasure. Remus has been half hard since they sat down in Flitwick’s classroom, which was only ten minutes ago.

Sirius isn’t even able to answer James’ last question with anything more than a groan that’s probably supposed to sound threatening but comes out more frustrated and erotic. James doesn’t like the lack of verbal response though, so Remus sees his wand twist under the desk, pointed directly at Sirius.

“FUCK,” Sirius shouts into his hands.

The whole room freezes– except for James, who’s practically sliding to the floor with the effort of containing his laughter– and Flitwick stands on his toes to look at them again.

“Mr. Black? Was that you?”

Remus is trying to swallow down the heat in his cheeks as everyone stares in their direction, not to mention trying to calm the way Sirius’ shout was like a hot jolt to his cock.

Sirius takes a deep, shaky breath and raises his head, his face rather impressively blank. Remus can see how pink his ears are though, and can’t help but want to lick the delicious beads of sweat gathering at the base of his neck.

Sirius smiles apologetically at their professor and nods, seemingly unable to speak.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Flitwick asks again.

Sirius swallows and nods. His eyes are wide and his arms are crossed over his abdomen, fingers digging into his elbows.

Flitwick purses his lips and goes back to their lesson, which Remus hasn’t written a single note on.

“I,” Sirius whispers under his breath to James, “Am. Going. To. Murder. You.”

James pops back up, wiping tears from his face. “Mate, it’s not even on the highest setting.”

Sirius moans quietly, and Remus contemplates dragging him out of the classroom by his hair and into the nearest broom cupboard. Which would be quite the shock to Sirius, considering he has no clue that Remus fancies the pants off of him.

James’ wand starts to twist again but Sirius’ hand lashes out and clamps onto James’ arm.

“Don’t you dare, Potter!” Sirius snaps.

James just grins. “All you have to do is admit you were wrong and it will be over, Padfoot.”

“Fuck you,” Sirius says on a sharp inhale. “There’s no way you had this in during supper on Saturday.”

“I did!” James defends, then glances to the side guiltily. “Although I never said the vibration was on.”

“You absolute fucking– OH– fuck–”

He released his grip on James to smack him, but James is quick with his wand, and Remus can actually hear the plug vibrating now.

A few students turn around to glare at them, but luckily Flitwick somehow didn’t hear.

“Sirius,” Remus spits out under his breath, pleading more for his own sake than anyone else’s, “Will you please just leave and deal with…that?” He gestures awkwardly in the direction of Sirius’ crotch area.

Sirius looks over at him, and Remus bites the inside of his cheek at the way Sirius’ brows are drawn together in concentration and his cheeks are dusted hot pink.

“And let Prongs win?” Sirius gapes at Remus. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Remus sighs, silently cursing everyone and everything around him. Maybe he should be the one to leave and deal with his own… situation. He isn’t paying attention to the lesson and he certainly isn’t enjoying sitting next to his wet dream brought to life and not being able to do anything about it.

He realizes that Sirius is still looking at him, and Remus locks his eyes onto his, watching Sirius’ pupils dilate and almost swallow up the snow-grey of his irises. Sirius sucks in a sharp breath and bites down hard on his bottom lip.

Then again, maybe Remus could endure a little more torture.

James ruins it by elbowing Sirius in the ribs.

“Ugh, what?” Sirius grunts, turning away from Remus and fidgeting in his seat.

“Do you regret your actions yet?” James asks in a casual tone, as though his best mate doesn’t have a sex toy inside him in the middle of their Charms lesson, “Are you going to apologize to Lily and me?”

Sirius is already shaking his head. “Nope. Nope. You can’t make me. I regret nothing.”

Remus closes his eyes and prays for patience, bracing for the next–

The moan is thankfully muffled by Sirius stuffing his fist in his mouth, but it’s loud enough for the students nearby to turn and stare in alarm. Remus slides down in his chair and swallows down his own sound of pleasure. Or frustration. Or both.

Sirius is literally shaking. And Remus is literally going to explode.

He puts a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, undecided if he’s going to shove him or pull him close. “For the love of–”

His hand is suddenly gripping air as Sirius shoots his chair back and scrambles to his feet, practically running out of the classroom. That got Flitwick’s attention.

Their professor looks from the heavy door swinging shut to James and Remus and the empty seat between them.

“Will one of you go check on Mr. Black and see if he needs to be taken to the hospital wing?”

Remus is out of his chair almost as fast as Sirius was.

“Yes, Professor, I’ll go,” he declares in a completely steady and non-wobbly, not at all desperate voice. He ignores the snort from James and doesn’t wait for an acknowledgment from Flitwick before he’s rushing out the door in Sirius’ footsteps.

* * * *

Remus hears water running when he opens the door to the bathroom nearest the Charms classroom, and he turns the corner to find Sirius standing at one of the sinks, gripping the edge with both hands so hard his knuckles are white.

“Er, hey,” Remus says.

Sirius whips his head up and lets out a sob of relief that does nothing to help the strain in Remus’ trousers.

“Thank fuck, Moony,” Sirius says breathlessly, “I need you.”

Remus feels heat rush up his spine and tingle along his scalp. He steps closer. “You do?”

“Yes– lock the door!” Sirius squeezes his eyes shut and unlatches one of his hands from the sink to cup it under the water. He bends over a bit and splashes his face, running his wet hand over the back of his neck and through his hair, then turns the tap off and looks over at Remus. “Is it locked?”

“Oh, er,” Remus jumps and takes his wand out, having been distracted by watching the lucky drops of water slide down Sirius’ skin. He locks the door and then throws a silencing spell at it for good measure, which turns out to be the right move because the second the spell leaves his lips, Sirius lets out the loudest, toe-curling moan Remus has ever heard.

It makes Remus’ stomach swoop and his cock twitch, but the sound is also so dramatic he can’t help but laugh.

“Merlin, Sirius!” His voice is incredulous as he walks over to his friend.

“I can’t– I c– this thing,” Sirius stammers, shaking his head. He’s practically shivering all over, his legs squirming and his hands grappling at the counter. “I can’t, Moony, I need you to– please– fucking take it out.”

Remus’ mouth drops open.

“What?”

“Take it out!” Sirius looks up at him with wild, pleading eyes. “I can’t take it anymore! I need it out, please. I can’t do it!”

His skin is flushed, his chest is heaving, and Remus thinks there might be tears in his eyes. Remus’ own heart is pounding frantically, and he’s completely rock hard at the sight of Sirius like this, but he also feels a bit lost and disconcerted– having never seen Sirius in this state before.

“Please, Moony,” Sirius whines, and oh, those words coming out of his mouth in that tone make Remus’ breath catch.

“Alright, alright,” he says soothingly, as though settling a wild animal, “Relax, Padfoot, I’ll take it out.”

Sirius groans in relief again, hanging his head. “Thank fucking hell,” he breathes. His hands are immediately at his belt and Remus feels himself blush even further, glancing around the bathroom even though he knows it’s empty.

He hears Sirius’ trousers drop to the floor and Remus closes his eyes to steady himself for a second before looking.

Sirius’ smooth, pale arse is lifted in the air, his slim, strong thighs actually shaking with the effort of holding himself together.

“Bloody hell, Sirius…” Remus mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t fucking care, Moony,” Sirius says desperately, “Now is not the time to protest touching my arse! Just do it. Take it out.”

Remus huffs at the thought that Sirius thinks he’s bothered by this– well, he is, but not for the reasons Sirius thinks.

“Okay, hold your horses, Padfoot.”

He swallows thickly and reaches out a hand towards Sirius’ arse cheeks. This is fucking mad. He holds his breath, feeling a drop of sweat roll down his back, and places his palm on Sirius’ skin.

Sirius instantly bucks his hips and collapses forward, letting out another sinful moan that nearly shakes the walls.

“Sirius!” Remus shouts as he snaps his hand back. “You can’t do that!”

Sirius covers his head with his arms and practically whines. “I can’t help it! You don’t understand! It feels— fuck — I can’t help it, Moony!”

Sirius shudders out a deep breath and rubs his legs together. His cock must be impossibly hard too. Throbbing. Leaking. Oh, god.

Remus puts his face in his hands and tries to calm the fuck down. He’s going to kill James for putting him in this position.

Although… Remus was the one who eagerly volunteered to go after Sirius, which he didn’t have to do. And if he’s being honest with himself in this brief moment, trying to tune out the sounds of Sirius whining and wriggling, isn’t this the kind of erotic fantasy he could have only ever dreamt up in the dark of night with Sirius on his mind? Isn’t this all he’s ever wanted? Why the fuck would he want to put a stop to this?

“Re, please,” Sirius grits out, and that solidifies Remus’ mind.

Like hell he would pass up this opportunity. At least to see, to try.

Sirius is still bent over the counter, trousers pooled around his ankles, his arse in the air, head buried under his crossed arms. Remus steps into his space, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

“I’m going to put my hand on you again,” he says, and his voice is deeper, more steady and sure. Sirius must hear the slight change in his tone because he goes still.

“Yeah,” Sirius breathes.

Remus places his palm on Sirius’ arse cheek and watches as Sirius’ muscles twitch and his body tenses all over.

Remus bends and leans his head closer to Sirius’. “Sirius?”

He gets a grunt in response.

“Are you… Are you sure you want me to take it out?”

There’s a pause, and then Sirius slowly lifts his head to look at Remus with hazy eyes. Fuck, Remus’ insides squirm at the blissed out anguish on Sirius’ face.

“W–what?” Sirius asks with a quick, shallow breath.

“I will if you want me to,” Remus says lowly– earnestly, because of course he will, “But is that what you want?”

He watches Sirius’ Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows thickly.

“I just…” Remus leans in even more, close enough to feel Sirius’ hot breath on his face, feeling emboldened by the look in Sirius’ misty, lust-filled eyes. “I just think it seems a bit of a…waste. You’re so wound up already, maybe you should… enjoy it?”

Sirius closes his eyes. “I… I–”

Remus watches a shiver rock through Sirius’ body, and he flexes his fingers still gripping the flesh of Sirius’ arse.

Sirius’ eyes flash open with a gasp. “Moony.”

In one quick motion, he straightens up and reaches out for Remus, yanking him forward by the shirt and crashing their mouths together. Remus manages a gasp of surprise before his arms are wrapping around Sirius, and he’s kissing him back with all he’s got.

Sirius is a writhing, trembling mess, trying to rub himself all over Remus like a horny cat.

“Fuck I’m so close,” he groans into Remus’ neck after breaking their lips apart.

Remus feels a wet tongue on his throat and realizes that he too is so close, bucking into Sirius’ hip. Sirius leans back with wide eyes, his mouth dropped open wide as he heaves deep breaths. “Are you– are you hard?”

Remus stills in disbelief. Is he kidding? “Are you kidding?”

Sirius blinks at him for two long seconds, and then a growl rips from his throat as he throws himself at Remus again.

Remus lets out his own noise of want and lust and reaches around to grip Sirius’ arse with both hands, pulling their bodies closer as they each chase their orgasms together.

“I– oh fuck, Moony, I’m going to– I need– unfgh–”

Apparently Sirius loses his ability to speak when he’s close to coming, resorting to babbling and breathing in heavy, quick pants onto Remus’ skin, which Remus files away as information to revisit later when he thinks about this unbelievable moment again and again and again for the rest of eternity. Surely nothing will ever happen in his life that will top what is happening to him right here and now with Sirius.

“Fuck, fuck, Moony– please – touch me–”

Remus doesn’t need to be asked twice. He brings one hand around to wrap around Sirius’ cock, eliciting an absolutely filthy, pornographic sound from Sirius that bounces around the walls of the empty bathroom.

“Yes, fuck, yes, yes–oh– FUCK –”

Remus turns his head in time to watch in the mirror as Sirius comes apart in his arms, his fingers gripping Remus (one hand in his hair, the other almost ripping Remus’ robes off), and then Remus is squeezing his eyes shut tight, his breath halting in his lungs as he ruts against Sirius.

“Do you need–” Sirius starts to ask as he tries to pull away.

“No!” Remus yanks Sirius against him again, his fingers digging so hard into Sirius’ arse that he’ll probably have bruises, his other hand flying to the back of Sirius’ neck to keep him in place. His whole body shudders as he grunts and comes harder than he ever has before, gasping in breaths before he passes out from lack of air.

“Holy fuck, Moony,” Sirius says, leaning back to look into Remus’ face. Sirius’ hair is damp on his forehead, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen ruby red. He looks like every single one of Remus’ wet dreams come to life. Except better. So much better.

Remus releases his death grip on Sirius and slowly, gently, pulls the vibrator from Sirius’ body. A small whimper escapes from Sirius and he quivers, but then relaxes against Remus as the vibrator plops into the sink. Remus hesitates before wrapping his arms around Sirius. It feels oddly natural, and they stand there for a minute as their heart rates and breathing return to normal.

“So, er,” Remus clears his throat.

Sirius turns his head from one side to the other so that he’s looking at Remus in the mirror. “So, er?”

“Still planning on murdering James?”

Sirius grins. “I’m closer to building a marble statue of him and worshiping at its feet.”

Remus wants to laugh at that. He does. He doesn’t. He frowns instead.

And the grin on Sirius’ face spreads into evil smirk territory. “Unless there’s someone else’s feet I should be worshiping at?”

“Oh, er… that’s– hm.”

Sirius just laughs and tilts his head away to meet Remus’ eyes. He’s actually an inch taller than Remus, but the way he’s melted into Remus makes him smaller, their bodies fitting perfectly against one another. The next thing he knows, Sirius is pressing their lips together.

It’s a much different kiss than before. Not frantic or closer to panting into each other’s mouths than actual lips on lips. It’s slow, soft, and sweeter than Remus’ favourite Honeyduke’s chocolate.

“Can we do that again?” Sirius whispers.

“Absolutely not,” Remus says, to which Sirius squeaks in outrage. “You are not allowed to have that thing inside you in class again. Or anywhere in public. That was pure torture for me, Sirius.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius gapes at him. “Torture for you?”

Remus nods simply. “But in private…”

It’s comical how quickly Sirius’ face changes from indignation to anticipation.

“Oh?”

“Mm. It’ll have to wait though,” Remus checks his watch before bending down to pull Sirius’ trousers up. “We have to get to Transfiguration.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow as Remus dresses him and fixes their robes. “Moony. I can’t feel my legs. You think I’m going to Transfiguration?”

Remus takes out his wand and shoots a cleaning spell at the plug sitting innocently in the sink, and then at himself since he came in his trousers like he was a fourteen-year-old. “I think,” he says, grabbing the plug and slipping it into his pocket with his wand, “If you’re good, you’ll get a reward later.”

A warm rush spreads through him as he manages to make Sirius Black blush and splutter.

He turns to leave with a smile on his face but is quickly yanked back by Sirius, his body colliding against Sirius’. A perfect fit again.

“Oh, Moony,” Sirius smiles sweetly at him, “Don’t forget: a reward for me can be a reward for you too, darling.”

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