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ceredwensirius Oct. 18th, 2010 08:24 pm)Title: Of Adventurers, Maps, and the Stars
Author: Ceredwensirius
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Prompt: For my prompt I was given my choice of the following three options:
1- Expand, remix, prequel or sequel anything you've written before.
2- Pick an unused prompt from mini_fest.
3- Halloween (don't worry about timing, I always luv Halloween)
I went with option number 1.
Character, Pairing: Sirius, Remus; Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,838 (I did not count the words from the original text which are there only as a lead in)
Warnings: Oral sex and a fat load of Sirius using sex as a weapon
Rating: NC17
Summary: On a pirate ship, every hand must have a job. Sirius helps Remus to sort out what his will be.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Author’s Note: I am very pleased to be able to help this effort, even if only in such a small way.werewolfsfan thank you for the opportunity and such a fun prompt! I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was so much fun revisiting this verse and I doubt this will be the last time. I will probably delve more into life with the crew but that will have to wait until, well, next year most likely. Anyway, this is mostly pirate shmoop and smut. Thank you to whitmans_kiss for the beta.
Author’s Note 2: This was written specifically forwerewolfsfan and as an expansion to an existing story. If you haven’t read And A Star To Steer Her By parts of this will be a little confusing. This is not a stand alone piece.
“Oh, bollocks to that,” said Sirius and strode toward Remus. Sirius caught him around the head and pulled Remus forward, crashing his mouth to Remus’. Remus melted into Sirius, wet and all, pulling off his bandana so he could sink his fingers into soft black hair.
“Oh thank Christ and all the angels,” muttered one of the crew. “’Bout bloody time, don’t you think, Captain?”
“Ah ha,” laughed another, giving a short man with brown hair a shove. The short man didn‘t look happy and cast disparaging glances between Sirius and Remus. “Told you Cap’n was after this ‘un. Don’ mind this fuck, Cap’n, better a happy cap’n than what you’ve been since this ‘un showed up.” He pointed a finger at Remus, grinning toothily.
Sirius cast a dangerous eye at his crew. “Back to work with all of you!” he snarled, though something was off. If Remus wasn’t very much mistaken, there was a bit of relief there, and amusement as well.
Remus pressed closer to Sirius. “I’m all wet, Captain Black. Don’t suppose you’d want to get me out of these clothes?” Remus almost laughed when Sirius swallowed.
“Right,” said Sirius, and then louder to the crew, “I‘ll be in quarters looking after our guest.” The crew was still chortling and cat–calling as the door to the captain’s quarters was shut.
Sirius leaned against the door, his hair still attractively ruffled from Remus’ fingers running through it. Remus smiled a little and then plucked at his soaked clothes. They took a moment to regard each other and then as though by unanimous declaration moved as one, meeting in the middle with a smashing of one mouth to another. Sirius’ bed was small, but large enough for two, and they fell into it, Remus still wet. So urgent were they for each other that they just kissed and kissed and kissed, rutting against one another mindlessly until both shuddered and then stilled. They clung to each other for several long moments, neither saying a word until Sirius broke the silence.
“I thought I’d lost you. Peter came barging into all our rooms and told us what happened and I thought I would never see you again. I couldn’t bear it, Remus, I just couldn’t. I don’t know how this happened; I’ve only just met you but–”
Remus shushed Sirius with a kiss. “I love you, too.”
*
Remus woke slowly, the afternoon sun warm through the tiny cabin window, the body next to his warmer still. He allowed himself the luxury of a stretch, back arched and limbs reaching in all directions, the lovely burn of well-used muscles a welcome sensation. He turned to his side to watch Sirius sleeping, surprised to find a pair of grey eyes already watching him.
“Hey,” said Sirius softly. The thin sheet bunched into folds as Sirius pushed it back to trace his fingers along Remus’ clavicle and then down to his sternum, causing tiny bumps to bloom across his skin. He grinned at Remus and then inched closer until their bodies were flush, Sirius’ head propped up on his arm. Remus’ breath hitched as Sirius spread his fingers and pressed his palm lightly against Remus’ stomach and then slid his hand slowly down.
“Sirius,” whispered Remus, and swallowed tightly. Surely it had all been a dream; surely he was going to wake up any moment in his bed having never left Lily’s brothel. Then he remembered being kidnapped, a knife at his throat, and the swell of the warm open ocean as he had clung to a tiny boat to keep from drowning in the wide, high waves cresting in the crossing wakes of two speeding ships.
“What am I going to do with you?” mused Sirius, disturbing the hair on Remus’ chest, each follicle a riot of sensation under Sirius’ palm. “You know it’s going to drive me mad if you’re not onboard. I’ll be an utter beast on raids, could lose my focus, and then my crew will abandon me on some tiny island with nothing but a bottle of rum, a pistol with one shot, and my right hand. I’m not giving you up even if you decide not to sail with me, so you can plainly see my life is in your hands.”
“Do you always talk this much during sex?” asked Remus. Sirius’ hand stalled, fingers drumming lightly on Remus’ skin.
“We aren’t having sex just yet,” the captain informed him. “First I have to convince you to sail with me; say yes, and I will reward you handsomely.” Sirius’ leer and wink were comical enough, though Remus doubted he was joking about the reward.
Grinning, Remus looked up at the framework of wood above them and laughed. “You just said I could decide not to sail with you.”
“No, I said I wasn’t giving you up even if you decided not to sail with me. That is entirely different from leaving these matters to chance.” He paused, considering. “I won’t force you. The choice is yours, but I can be very convincing.”
Of that, Remus had no doubt. Complete and total capitulation already sat on his tongue like a warm, sticky sweet. Sirius offered many things Remus wanted, a life at sea - a fact which still surprised him - acceptance for who he was, the freedom to make his own choices, and of course, Sirius himself. He was surprised at himself, surprised at the coy, teasing grin he could feel dancing at the edges of his mouth, surprised at the game of flirtation and negotiation he was engaged in. Something in the play of mirth and affection in Sirius’ eyes gave Remus the courage, the confidence, to test out this new found power.
“I’m certain you believe that to be true, Captain,” said Remus with mock, playful deference. “What makes you so sure you can convince me?”
Sirius’ hand slid lower, his fingers inches from Remus’ cock, pausing there, playing with the trail of hair that led up from Remus’ groin.
“I’m sure,” replied Sirius firmly, a man not used to being contradicted. All trace of humor left his face, only an intensity remaining, a heat as palpable as touch. Then, like the swift, silver flash of fish chasing the bow, Sirius smiled, showing the mercurial nature of his moods, his humor restored and the force of his personality returned to bearable levels. “Tell me, Mr. Lupin,” he continued, more lightly now, the formality patently false, “wasn’t there something that piqued your interest? I doubt your work aboard The Loup Garou was very interesting, but perhaps I can offer to apprentice you in something that would be more to your…taste.”
Remus didn’t even need to think. A pull between his brow along with a tug downward on his lips were the automatic response of a man not used to getting his way. Navigation was the office of a man who had an education, something his parents would have seen to had they lived, had Greyback not ruined everything. To perform the task properly, he would need to learn how to use the tools of the trade, tools he had only handled when cleaning them under the careful watch of an officer or the admiral. Surely Sirius wasn’t offering him so much.
He had never set the delicate glass of a sextant to his eye and measured the angle of the sun or stars against the horizon. Nor had he done more with the ship’s compass than carefully scrape off residue left behind by salty sea air and ocean spray. What he could do, and do rather well, was keep a mental mark of the heavens, the map of stars and their arrangement peppering the night sky. The sun and moon and stars all changed position as the seasons rose and fell and the ship followed currents around the globe. The sky in the Northern Hemisphere in Winter was entirely different than in the Southern Hemisphere in Summer. These all he knew, but that was all he knew. It was too much to hope that any of that could be his.
“So there is something. Your expressions are usually so guarded it’s hard to read you, but just now, I could tell you were thinking of something specific, and you… you’re worried. Afraid to ask for what you want?” There was no censure, only an honest observation, and a gentle, encouraging smile.
“When I was a boy,” began Remus, hesitant and cautious, “oh, Sirius, I loved to read about adventures. I had so many books about men exploring new lands and boldly crossing the seas just because they could.” He paused to check Sirius’ expression for ridicule. All he found was open interest and a man intent upon Remus’ words. “My father had an ancient scrap of parchment that passed itself off for a map. If I earned a reward for performing especially well in studies with my mother he would carefully unroll it after the evening meal and lay it across the dining table. We would study it together and talk of all the interesting places I would go when I was grown. He taught me that maps alone were not enough and that an explorer needed an intimate knowledge of the heavens as well. We would sit out under the night sky and he would tell me about the stars and constellations.”
“Are you of noble birth?” asked Sirius curiously. The hand on Remus’ abdomen had ceased stroking while he spoke, but as Sirius asked his question, fingers began to play in the line of soft hair once again. “I don’t care really, either way, only that is quite a lot of education for someone who isn’t.”
“Yeoman,” replied Remus, successfully keeping any hint of breathiness out of his voice. The hand was very distracting. His cock had lost interest in the conversation, but considered the touch a turn for the better. “My father was a yeoman,” he continued at enormous expense to his sanity. How could he speak of his family when Sirius’ hand was touching him so? “He kept great fields of wheat, barley and rye,” he went on, rather less steadily. “He was very successful at it as well, had quite a number of men working for him.” Remus swallowed tightly as the hand continued to tease, but made no move to continue southward. “The men in my m-mother’s family ran a small college; a local affair, really. I would have gone myself once I reached thirteen.”
“I attended Eton,” said Sirius, his voice careless. A single finger drew a line from the base of Remus’ cock to the tip, the touch light like a feather. Remus’ breath hitched and his mind cursed Sirius for being the cruel, sadistic pirate he apparently was. “And later Oxford. I was bored, though,” he continued as he wrapped fingers around Remus’ cock and gave a single, maddening squeeze. “Too easy; no challenge, not to mention relations with my family were abysmal, but enough about me. So, this fascination with adventurers, maps, and the stars, where does this lead us?” The hand squeezed again, firmer this time, and then stroked up, slowly, in direct violation with the urgency Remus felt boiling in his blood.
“You’re killing me,” squeaked Remus, bucking his hips.
“Correction, Mr. Lupin,” said Sirius crisply. “I am convincing you. Where does this lead us, Remus? Name it, and it is yours.”
“Navi--gation,” replied Remus around a cracked moan. A finger swirled in the semen beading in the slit of Remus’ cock and spread it over the tight skin of the head. Remus moaned again and writhed under the attention.
“That requires a great deal of training,” said Sirius thoughtfully, his hand moving slowly down on the stiff flesh in its grasp. Remus lifted his pelvis off the mattress, attempting to encourage Sirius to go faster. A thigh slid over his, catching the sheet that had twisted in their legs, exposing Sirius’ body as he settled over Remus. “We’ll have to spend hours together every day to educate you on the proper use of the tools of the trade.” Sirius bent his head to Remus’ ear and whispered hotly, “How positively marvelous. Tell me you’ll stay.”
Remus gasped, “I’ll stay! Anything, just please! Oh, Christ, please!”
Sirius laughed softly, well-pleased, the sound of it warm and elated. He released Remus’ cock to instead gently grasp his face with both hands. Sirius eyes were dancing with happiness as the rest of his body slid sinuously over Remus’, a smug, satisfied grin on his lips. And then he was kissing Remus, slow and determined, a declaration and a claiming in one. Remus tugged on Sirius’ hair to pull him closer, wrapped a leg around Sirius’ waist, and thrust up with his hips.
It was Sirius’ turn to gasp then, moaning into Remus’ mouth as the kiss turned greedy and desperate. Sirius pulled away, panting, eyes fierce as he snarled one single, possessive word. “Mine!”
“Yours,” answered Remus with no hesitation. Then Sirius was at his neck, sucking marks into the flesh, the light sting of it eliciting a sharp hiss from Remus.
Sirius had an objective now, a plan, and moved down Remus’ body with purpose, devouring the offered flesh with hot tongue and lips. Moving lower still, Sirius had one nipple drawn into the wet, sucking heat of his mouth, teeth sharp and painful against the tight, pebbled nub, the other tormented ruthlessly between fingers that first rubbed and then pinched. Remus’ body shivered with warring explosions of fire and ice; sensation ran into the deepest parts of him and then felt as though shooting out his fingers and toes. He couldn’t move his body with the freedom it was clamoring for, couldn’t writhe as wantonly as it wished because there was twelve stone of man holding him down. That was wonderful, too, to feel utterly possessed, immobile, an erotic delight all of its own.
Sirius moved lower still, tasting every inch of skin as he licked, bit, and kissed from sternum to abdomen. Remus held his breath, the muscles in his stomach clenching, twisting in anticipation as the rise and slope of his hip were traced by a dedicated tongue. He wanted to bellow with frustration when his obvious need was overlooked in favor of a hard nip to his inner thigh.
“Just you wait,” gritted Remus. Sirius’ mouth now hovered over his cock, hot breath the only thing making contact. “I’ll have you begging.”
“Oh, do be quiet,” admonished Sirius. Remus glared down at him and noticed that Sirius’ face was a mix of eagerness and apprehension. It only dawned on Remus then that Sirius had never sucked a man’s cock before.
“You could just touch me,” offered Remus gently. They had stumbled into bed together and mindlessly rutted until they each popped like guns with short fuses and too much powder. The sudden drain of adrenaline after such a harrowing morning left them with just enough energy to get Remus out of his wet clothes before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“No, no, I want this,” assured Sirius, and then added with a tight, strained voice, “God, how I want this. Just first time nerves, I guess.”
Remus was reminded of their first kiss and how curious and eager Sirius had been, how bold. It must be this shared knowledge between them that allowed Sirius to show his vulnerability now. They both knew Sirius wanted this, but had never indulged himself in this desire.
The first time Remus had sucked a cock, it had basically been shoved in his mouth with no patience afforded him to figure out what was doing. That had come a dozen or so cocks later, as he learned to take control, and that a man was remarkably more reasonable when his balls were in Remus’ hand.
Remus took a deep steadying breath to calm himself. He didn’t want any of that for Sirius. Later, certainly, when they were more comfortable with this and each other’s bodies. Now was not the time for that sort of rough play.
“Just do whatever you want, Sirius,” Remus offered with an encouraging smile. “Whatever you do will be wonderful.”
Remus sighed at the first touch of warm lips to his cock, a kiss, followed by the hotter and wetter application of a tongue into his slit. His fingers twisted in the sheets as he held himself still. The part of his brain capable of rational thought was amused at how enthusiastic Sirius was to learn the taste of semen. The personality he brought to his endeavors outside the bedroom was the same one he had within it. That moment of hesitation aside, Sirius was forthright and self-assured, jumping straight in to new experiences.
Heat upon heat, wet and smooth, slowly enveloped his cock. Remus pressed his head against the mattress, desperate to keep his body still. He wanted to look, but knew if he did he would explode, and he wanted this to last a little longer than that. Instead he ran fingers into Sirius’ hair, not to push or press, but just to feel him.
The air in the cabin chilled against the burn of his skin as Sirius rose to the tip, a different kind of good, less concentrated and more a counter to the delirium he felt when Sirius’ nose was buried in his brown curls. Heat swirled around the tip of his cock like a warm, ocean vortex, muddling Remus’ thoughts as lust and pleasure churned through him. Sirius gained confidence rapidly, though the occasional tooth scraped delicate skin in his zeal. It wasn’t too terribly sharp and when Sirius hit tooth to skin just so, it created a pleasurable kind of pain.
A different kind of heat, one that came from within, a heat that wrapped around his spine and squeezed tighter and tighter, burning like a sharp, molten blade. Remus couldn’t get air into his lungs fast enough, gasping and groaning, sweating pouring off his body. He raised up on elbows, fingers still twisting the sheet, and dared a look at Sirius; Remus just had to see. Sirius’ cheeks were hollowed, sucking hard, and he looked blissful, like he was enjoying himself. His head bobbed on Remus’ cock relentlessly, oblivious to the eyes on him at first. But then he seemed to realize he was being watched and raised his gaze. Remus could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, panting and groaning under Sirius’ tender torture.
Sirius didn’t appear to mind, however, and there was an encouragement in his eyes. He hummed, quite deliberately, and the pleasure of it tipped Remus over the edge. His head thrashed back to the mattress, pleasure sweeping through him like a tidal wave. Long minutes passed before he could catch his breath, after shocks pulsing as Sirius still gently sucked his waning cock.
“Too much,” murmured Remus contentedly, and then, “Come here and kiss me.”
They kissed lazily, the taste of Remus on Sirius’ tongue. Remus noticed that Sirius’ cock wasn’t hard and prodding into him as it should have been, followed immediately by the observation that something sticky was cooling on his leg. Remus grinned foolishly.
“What?” whispered Sirius, like they were suddenly school children with a secret.
Remus just shook his head, his daft grin invincible.
Author: Ceredwensirius
Written For:
help_pakistan, recipient werewolfsfanPrompt: For my prompt I was given my choice of the following three options:
1- Expand, remix, prequel or sequel anything you've written before.
2- Pick an unused prompt from mini_fest.
3- Halloween (don't worry about timing, I always luv Halloween)
I went with option number 1.
Character, Pairing: Sirius, Remus; Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,838 (I did not count the words from the original text which are there only as a lead in)
Warnings: Oral sex and a fat load of Sirius using sex as a weapon
Rating: NC17
Summary: On a pirate ship, every hand must have a job. Sirius helps Remus to sort out what his will be.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Author’s Note: I am very pleased to be able to help this effort, even if only in such a small way.
werewolfsfan thank you for the opportunity and such a fun prompt! I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was so much fun revisiting this verse and I doubt this will be the last time. I will probably delve more into life with the crew but that will have to wait until, well, next year most likely. Anyway, this is mostly pirate shmoop and smut. Thank you to whitmans_kiss for the beta.Author’s Note 2: This was written specifically for
werewolfsfan and as an expansion to an existing story. If you haven’t read And A Star To Steer Her By parts of this will be a little confusing. This is not a stand alone piece.“Oh, bollocks to that,” said Sirius and strode toward Remus. Sirius caught him around the head and pulled Remus forward, crashing his mouth to Remus’. Remus melted into Sirius, wet and all, pulling off his bandana so he could sink his fingers into soft black hair.
“Oh thank Christ and all the angels,” muttered one of the crew. “’Bout bloody time, don’t you think, Captain?”
“Ah ha,” laughed another, giving a short man with brown hair a shove. The short man didn‘t look happy and cast disparaging glances between Sirius and Remus. “Told you Cap’n was after this ‘un. Don’ mind this fuck, Cap’n, better a happy cap’n than what you’ve been since this ‘un showed up.” He pointed a finger at Remus, grinning toothily.
Sirius cast a dangerous eye at his crew. “Back to work with all of you!” he snarled, though something was off. If Remus wasn’t very much mistaken, there was a bit of relief there, and amusement as well.
Remus pressed closer to Sirius. “I’m all wet, Captain Black. Don’t suppose you’d want to get me out of these clothes?” Remus almost laughed when Sirius swallowed.
“Right,” said Sirius, and then louder to the crew, “I‘ll be in quarters looking after our guest.” The crew was still chortling and cat–calling as the door to the captain’s quarters was shut.
Sirius leaned against the door, his hair still attractively ruffled from Remus’ fingers running through it. Remus smiled a little and then plucked at his soaked clothes. They took a moment to regard each other and then as though by unanimous declaration moved as one, meeting in the middle with a smashing of one mouth to another. Sirius’ bed was small, but large enough for two, and they fell into it, Remus still wet. So urgent were they for each other that they just kissed and kissed and kissed, rutting against one another mindlessly until both shuddered and then stilled. They clung to each other for several long moments, neither saying a word until Sirius broke the silence.
“I thought I’d lost you. Peter came barging into all our rooms and told us what happened and I thought I would never see you again. I couldn’t bear it, Remus, I just couldn’t. I don’t know how this happened; I’ve only just met you but–”
Remus shushed Sirius with a kiss. “I love you, too.”
*
Remus woke slowly, the afternoon sun warm through the tiny cabin window, the body next to his warmer still. He allowed himself the luxury of a stretch, back arched and limbs reaching in all directions, the lovely burn of well-used muscles a welcome sensation. He turned to his side to watch Sirius sleeping, surprised to find a pair of grey eyes already watching him.
“Hey,” said Sirius softly. The thin sheet bunched into folds as Sirius pushed it back to trace his fingers along Remus’ clavicle and then down to his sternum, causing tiny bumps to bloom across his skin. He grinned at Remus and then inched closer until their bodies were flush, Sirius’ head propped up on his arm. Remus’ breath hitched as Sirius spread his fingers and pressed his palm lightly against Remus’ stomach and then slid his hand slowly down.
“Sirius,” whispered Remus, and swallowed tightly. Surely it had all been a dream; surely he was going to wake up any moment in his bed having never left Lily’s brothel. Then he remembered being kidnapped, a knife at his throat, and the swell of the warm open ocean as he had clung to a tiny boat to keep from drowning in the wide, high waves cresting in the crossing wakes of two speeding ships.
“What am I going to do with you?” mused Sirius, disturbing the hair on Remus’ chest, each follicle a riot of sensation under Sirius’ palm. “You know it’s going to drive me mad if you’re not onboard. I’ll be an utter beast on raids, could lose my focus, and then my crew will abandon me on some tiny island with nothing but a bottle of rum, a pistol with one shot, and my right hand. I’m not giving you up even if you decide not to sail with me, so you can plainly see my life is in your hands.”
“Do you always talk this much during sex?” asked Remus. Sirius’ hand stalled, fingers drumming lightly on Remus’ skin.
“We aren’t having sex just yet,” the captain informed him. “First I have to convince you to sail with me; say yes, and I will reward you handsomely.” Sirius’ leer and wink were comical enough, though Remus doubted he was joking about the reward.
Grinning, Remus looked up at the framework of wood above them and laughed. “You just said I could decide not to sail with you.”
“No, I said I wasn’t giving you up even if you decided not to sail with me. That is entirely different from leaving these matters to chance.” He paused, considering. “I won’t force you. The choice is yours, but I can be very convincing.”
Of that, Remus had no doubt. Complete and total capitulation already sat on his tongue like a warm, sticky sweet. Sirius offered many things Remus wanted, a life at sea - a fact which still surprised him - acceptance for who he was, the freedom to make his own choices, and of course, Sirius himself. He was surprised at himself, surprised at the coy, teasing grin he could feel dancing at the edges of his mouth, surprised at the game of flirtation and negotiation he was engaged in. Something in the play of mirth and affection in Sirius’ eyes gave Remus the courage, the confidence, to test out this new found power.
“I’m certain you believe that to be true, Captain,” said Remus with mock, playful deference. “What makes you so sure you can convince me?”
Sirius’ hand slid lower, his fingers inches from Remus’ cock, pausing there, playing with the trail of hair that led up from Remus’ groin.
“I’m sure,” replied Sirius firmly, a man not used to being contradicted. All trace of humor left his face, only an intensity remaining, a heat as palpable as touch. Then, like the swift, silver flash of fish chasing the bow, Sirius smiled, showing the mercurial nature of his moods, his humor restored and the force of his personality returned to bearable levels. “Tell me, Mr. Lupin,” he continued, more lightly now, the formality patently false, “wasn’t there something that piqued your interest? I doubt your work aboard The Loup Garou was very interesting, but perhaps I can offer to apprentice you in something that would be more to your…taste.”
Remus didn’t even need to think. A pull between his brow along with a tug downward on his lips were the automatic response of a man not used to getting his way. Navigation was the office of a man who had an education, something his parents would have seen to had they lived, had Greyback not ruined everything. To perform the task properly, he would need to learn how to use the tools of the trade, tools he had only handled when cleaning them under the careful watch of an officer or the admiral. Surely Sirius wasn’t offering him so much.
He had never set the delicate glass of a sextant to his eye and measured the angle of the sun or stars against the horizon. Nor had he done more with the ship’s compass than carefully scrape off residue left behind by salty sea air and ocean spray. What he could do, and do rather well, was keep a mental mark of the heavens, the map of stars and their arrangement peppering the night sky. The sun and moon and stars all changed position as the seasons rose and fell and the ship followed currents around the globe. The sky in the Northern Hemisphere in Winter was entirely different than in the Southern Hemisphere in Summer. These all he knew, but that was all he knew. It was too much to hope that any of that could be his.
“So there is something. Your expressions are usually so guarded it’s hard to read you, but just now, I could tell you were thinking of something specific, and you… you’re worried. Afraid to ask for what you want?” There was no censure, only an honest observation, and a gentle, encouraging smile.
“When I was a boy,” began Remus, hesitant and cautious, “oh, Sirius, I loved to read about adventures. I had so many books about men exploring new lands and boldly crossing the seas just because they could.” He paused to check Sirius’ expression for ridicule. All he found was open interest and a man intent upon Remus’ words. “My father had an ancient scrap of parchment that passed itself off for a map. If I earned a reward for performing especially well in studies with my mother he would carefully unroll it after the evening meal and lay it across the dining table. We would study it together and talk of all the interesting places I would go when I was grown. He taught me that maps alone were not enough and that an explorer needed an intimate knowledge of the heavens as well. We would sit out under the night sky and he would tell me about the stars and constellations.”
“Are you of noble birth?” asked Sirius curiously. The hand on Remus’ abdomen had ceased stroking while he spoke, but as Sirius asked his question, fingers began to play in the line of soft hair once again. “I don’t care really, either way, only that is quite a lot of education for someone who isn’t.”
“Yeoman,” replied Remus, successfully keeping any hint of breathiness out of his voice. The hand was very distracting. His cock had lost interest in the conversation, but considered the touch a turn for the better. “My father was a yeoman,” he continued at enormous expense to his sanity. How could he speak of his family when Sirius’ hand was touching him so? “He kept great fields of wheat, barley and rye,” he went on, rather less steadily. “He was very successful at it as well, had quite a number of men working for him.” Remus swallowed tightly as the hand continued to tease, but made no move to continue southward. “The men in my m-mother’s family ran a small college; a local affair, really. I would have gone myself once I reached thirteen.”
“I attended Eton,” said Sirius, his voice careless. A single finger drew a line from the base of Remus’ cock to the tip, the touch light like a feather. Remus’ breath hitched and his mind cursed Sirius for being the cruel, sadistic pirate he apparently was. “And later Oxford. I was bored, though,” he continued as he wrapped fingers around Remus’ cock and gave a single, maddening squeeze. “Too easy; no challenge, not to mention relations with my family were abysmal, but enough about me. So, this fascination with adventurers, maps, and the stars, where does this lead us?” The hand squeezed again, firmer this time, and then stroked up, slowly, in direct violation with the urgency Remus felt boiling in his blood.
“You’re killing me,” squeaked Remus, bucking his hips.
“Correction, Mr. Lupin,” said Sirius crisply. “I am convincing you. Where does this lead us, Remus? Name it, and it is yours.”
“Navi--gation,” replied Remus around a cracked moan. A finger swirled in the semen beading in the slit of Remus’ cock and spread it over the tight skin of the head. Remus moaned again and writhed under the attention.
“That requires a great deal of training,” said Sirius thoughtfully, his hand moving slowly down on the stiff flesh in its grasp. Remus lifted his pelvis off the mattress, attempting to encourage Sirius to go faster. A thigh slid over his, catching the sheet that had twisted in their legs, exposing Sirius’ body as he settled over Remus. “We’ll have to spend hours together every day to educate you on the proper use of the tools of the trade.” Sirius bent his head to Remus’ ear and whispered hotly, “How positively marvelous. Tell me you’ll stay.”
Remus gasped, “I’ll stay! Anything, just please! Oh, Christ, please!”
Sirius laughed softly, well-pleased, the sound of it warm and elated. He released Remus’ cock to instead gently grasp his face with both hands. Sirius eyes were dancing with happiness as the rest of his body slid sinuously over Remus’, a smug, satisfied grin on his lips. And then he was kissing Remus, slow and determined, a declaration and a claiming in one. Remus tugged on Sirius’ hair to pull him closer, wrapped a leg around Sirius’ waist, and thrust up with his hips.
It was Sirius’ turn to gasp then, moaning into Remus’ mouth as the kiss turned greedy and desperate. Sirius pulled away, panting, eyes fierce as he snarled one single, possessive word. “Mine!”
“Yours,” answered Remus with no hesitation. Then Sirius was at his neck, sucking marks into the flesh, the light sting of it eliciting a sharp hiss from Remus.
Sirius had an objective now, a plan, and moved down Remus’ body with purpose, devouring the offered flesh with hot tongue and lips. Moving lower still, Sirius had one nipple drawn into the wet, sucking heat of his mouth, teeth sharp and painful against the tight, pebbled nub, the other tormented ruthlessly between fingers that first rubbed and then pinched. Remus’ body shivered with warring explosions of fire and ice; sensation ran into the deepest parts of him and then felt as though shooting out his fingers and toes. He couldn’t move his body with the freedom it was clamoring for, couldn’t writhe as wantonly as it wished because there was twelve stone of man holding him down. That was wonderful, too, to feel utterly possessed, immobile, an erotic delight all of its own.
Sirius moved lower still, tasting every inch of skin as he licked, bit, and kissed from sternum to abdomen. Remus held his breath, the muscles in his stomach clenching, twisting in anticipation as the rise and slope of his hip were traced by a dedicated tongue. He wanted to bellow with frustration when his obvious need was overlooked in favor of a hard nip to his inner thigh.
“Just you wait,” gritted Remus. Sirius’ mouth now hovered over his cock, hot breath the only thing making contact. “I’ll have you begging.”
“Oh, do be quiet,” admonished Sirius. Remus glared down at him and noticed that Sirius’ face was a mix of eagerness and apprehension. It only dawned on Remus then that Sirius had never sucked a man’s cock before.
“You could just touch me,” offered Remus gently. They had stumbled into bed together and mindlessly rutted until they each popped like guns with short fuses and too much powder. The sudden drain of adrenaline after such a harrowing morning left them with just enough energy to get Remus out of his wet clothes before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“No, no, I want this,” assured Sirius, and then added with a tight, strained voice, “God, how I want this. Just first time nerves, I guess.”
Remus was reminded of their first kiss and how curious and eager Sirius had been, how bold. It must be this shared knowledge between them that allowed Sirius to show his vulnerability now. They both knew Sirius wanted this, but had never indulged himself in this desire.
The first time Remus had sucked a cock, it had basically been shoved in his mouth with no patience afforded him to figure out what was doing. That had come a dozen or so cocks later, as he learned to take control, and that a man was remarkably more reasonable when his balls were in Remus’ hand.
Remus took a deep steadying breath to calm himself. He didn’t want any of that for Sirius. Later, certainly, when they were more comfortable with this and each other’s bodies. Now was not the time for that sort of rough play.
“Just do whatever you want, Sirius,” Remus offered with an encouraging smile. “Whatever you do will be wonderful.”
Remus sighed at the first touch of warm lips to his cock, a kiss, followed by the hotter and wetter application of a tongue into his slit. His fingers twisted in the sheets as he held himself still. The part of his brain capable of rational thought was amused at how enthusiastic Sirius was to learn the taste of semen. The personality he brought to his endeavors outside the bedroom was the same one he had within it. That moment of hesitation aside, Sirius was forthright and self-assured, jumping straight in to new experiences.
Heat upon heat, wet and smooth, slowly enveloped his cock. Remus pressed his head against the mattress, desperate to keep his body still. He wanted to look, but knew if he did he would explode, and he wanted this to last a little longer than that. Instead he ran fingers into Sirius’ hair, not to push or press, but just to feel him.
The air in the cabin chilled against the burn of his skin as Sirius rose to the tip, a different kind of good, less concentrated and more a counter to the delirium he felt when Sirius’ nose was buried in his brown curls. Heat swirled around the tip of his cock like a warm, ocean vortex, muddling Remus’ thoughts as lust and pleasure churned through him. Sirius gained confidence rapidly, though the occasional tooth scraped delicate skin in his zeal. It wasn’t too terribly sharp and when Sirius hit tooth to skin just so, it created a pleasurable kind of pain.
A different kind of heat, one that came from within, a heat that wrapped around his spine and squeezed tighter and tighter, burning like a sharp, molten blade. Remus couldn’t get air into his lungs fast enough, gasping and groaning, sweating pouring off his body. He raised up on elbows, fingers still twisting the sheet, and dared a look at Sirius; Remus just had to see. Sirius’ cheeks were hollowed, sucking hard, and he looked blissful, like he was enjoying himself. His head bobbed on Remus’ cock relentlessly, oblivious to the eyes on him at first. But then he seemed to realize he was being watched and raised his gaze. Remus could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, panting and groaning under Sirius’ tender torture.
Sirius didn’t appear to mind, however, and there was an encouragement in his eyes. He hummed, quite deliberately, and the pleasure of it tipped Remus over the edge. His head thrashed back to the mattress, pleasure sweeping through him like a tidal wave. Long minutes passed before he could catch his breath, after shocks pulsing as Sirius still gently sucked his waning cock.
“Too much,” murmured Remus contentedly, and then, “Come here and kiss me.”
They kissed lazily, the taste of Remus on Sirius’ tongue. Remus noticed that Sirius’ cock wasn’t hard and prodding into him as it should have been, followed immediately by the observation that something sticky was cooling on his leg. Remus grinned foolishly.
“What?” whispered Sirius, like they were suddenly school children with a secret.
Remus just shook his head, his daft grin invincible.
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This really is a wonderful 'verse you've created.