Remus obeyed, tossing his clothes to the side without concern until he stood naked before Sirius. "What are we going to do?" He couldn't stop his voice coming out breathless and slightly high, a sure giveaway that he was hot for Sirius, even if his hard cock didn't make that obvious.
Sirius' gaze flickered over him, resting with an appreciation gleam on his erection. "You don't have to do anything, love." He smirked. "Other than get on your hands and knees." He pointed to a spot in the center of the faded rug. "Anytime you're ready."
His cheeks heating a little, Remus knelt as instructed, spreading his hands and knees into a comfortable position. Sirius walked around until he was standing in front of him.
"Trust me?"
Remus looked up, recognizing in Sirius' expression the faint apprehension that was mixed with excitement and arousal.
"Yes," he said simply.
Still, the shock of Sirius transforming into Padfoot made his heart stop for a moment. It started again with a heavy surge that made him gasp in response. Padfoot didn't move, and Remus stared at him, unable to process a single thought for several long seconds. Eventually, a slow flush spread over his face and down across what felt like his whole body.
Remus couldn't believe Sirius wanted this. Though, they'd joked about it in the past, it had always been just that--a joke. Only, maybe not, because here they were and Padfoot was staring at him with Sirius' grey eyes.
Remus bit his lip. He wanted to shake his head, refuse to do it, grab his clothes and get dressed and out and away, but he couldn't seem to move. Padfoot made a low, whining sound and Remus swallowed. Could he let Sirius do this? It was Sirius after all. But it was so very filthy and wrong and...Christ. Remus' cock twitched.
He did owe him. After several long, frozen seconds, Padfoot's ears lowered, galvanizing Remus into speech.
"All right." The words were barely a whisper, and his cheeks flamed up again bright red, but his cock was absolutely aching, arousal heating up his belly like nothing he'd ever felt. He let his head drop, trying to hide his dilated eyes and traitorous expression from Sirius.
He felt the brush of fur as Padfoot stepped toward him. His body slid along Remus' own naked flank, almost soothing, and then Padfoot was behind him. He tried to brace himself, but Remus couldn't contain a startled cry as Padfoot's tongue licked between his legs and slid up the crevice of his arse.
Padfoot's tongue wasn't like Sirius'. It was long and thick and somewhat rougher, coated in thick saliva, but it was soft and pliant, unable to firm into a point that could press inside him or apply deliberate pressure. Instead it was wild and sloppy and so fucking dirty that Remus almost wanted to cry.
Instead he held his breath until his vision went white, finally gasping for air as Padfoot licked enthusiastically, tongue curling over Remus' balls and arse with noisy, slurping sounds. His stomach churning with shame and helpless lust, Remus rocked back into it, a few moans slipping from his lips despite his efforts.
Padfoot growled low, surprising Remus by mounting him suddenly, front paws and claws sliding over Remus' back and ribs. A little fear joined the assault of emotions, and Remus squeezed his eyes shut as if to block out the utter wrongness of his shameful arousal. He groaned as Padfoot settled against his arse and managed to press his cock inside.
Padfoot was a huge dog, which Sirius had never tired of boasting. Remus felt it now, stretching him, but it was the other differences that reinforced the alienness of the experience. The soft fur rubbing against his back and arse, the one-speed rapid thrusting that Padfoot used to fuck him. He wrenched forward with the force of it, pushing back with his hands to keep from being shoved face first into the floor.
Re: FIC: TRUST ME PART 2/3
Sirius' gaze flickered over him, resting with an appreciation gleam on his erection. "You don't have to do anything, love." He smirked. "Other than get on your hands and knees." He pointed to a spot in the center of the faded rug. "Anytime you're ready."
His cheeks heating a little, Remus knelt as instructed, spreading his hands and knees into a comfortable position. Sirius walked around until he was standing in front of him.
"Trust me?"
Remus looked up, recognizing in Sirius' expression the faint apprehension that was mixed with excitement and arousal.
"Yes," he said simply.
Still, the shock of Sirius transforming into Padfoot made his heart stop for a moment. It started again with a heavy surge that made him gasp in response. Padfoot didn't move, and Remus stared at him, unable to process a single thought for several long seconds. Eventually, a slow flush spread over his face and down across what felt like his whole body.
Remus couldn't believe Sirius wanted this. Though, they'd joked about it in the past, it had always been just that--a joke. Only, maybe not, because here they were and Padfoot was staring at him with Sirius' grey eyes.
Remus bit his lip. He wanted to shake his head, refuse to do it, grab his clothes and get dressed and out and away, but he couldn't seem to move. Padfoot made a low, whining sound and Remus swallowed. Could he let Sirius do this? It was Sirius after all. But it was so very filthy and wrong and...Christ. Remus' cock twitched.
He did owe him. After several long, frozen seconds, Padfoot's ears lowered, galvanizing Remus into speech.
"All right." The words were barely a whisper, and his cheeks flamed up again bright red, but his cock was absolutely aching, arousal heating up his belly like nothing he'd ever felt. He let his head drop, trying to hide his dilated eyes and traitorous expression from Sirius.
He felt the brush of fur as Padfoot stepped toward him. His body slid along Remus' own naked flank, almost soothing, and then Padfoot was behind him. He tried to brace himself, but Remus couldn't contain a startled cry as Padfoot's tongue licked between his legs and slid up the crevice of his arse.
Padfoot's tongue wasn't like Sirius'. It was long and thick and somewhat rougher, coated in thick saliva, but it was soft and pliant, unable to firm into a point that could press inside him or apply deliberate pressure. Instead it was wild and sloppy and so fucking dirty that Remus almost wanted to cry.
Instead he held his breath until his vision went white, finally gasping for air as Padfoot licked enthusiastically, tongue curling over Remus' balls and arse with noisy, slurping sounds. His stomach churning with shame and helpless lust, Remus rocked back into it, a few moans slipping from his lips despite his efforts.
Padfoot growled low, surprising Remus by mounting him suddenly, front paws and claws sliding over Remus' back and ribs. A little fear joined the assault of emotions, and Remus squeezed his eyes shut as if to block out the utter wrongness of his shameful arousal. He groaned as Padfoot settled against his arse and managed to press his cock inside.
Padfoot was a huge dog, which Sirius had never tired of boasting. Remus felt it now, stretching him, but it was the other differences that reinforced the alienness of the experience. The soft fur rubbing against his back and arse, the one-speed rapid thrusting that Padfoot used to fuck him. He wrenched forward with the force of it, pushing back with his hands to keep from being shoved face first into the floor.