Part 3 Remus blushed fiercely, but did as he was asked. On Remus’ thin frame, Sirius could easily follow the black line from between his legs, up through his crack to where it joined the rest of the… garment. That was overstating it a tad but Sirius was low on words at the moment.
“That has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” Sirius spoke with such sincerity that it made Remus giggle.
“Come here,” purred Remus. Sirius’ honest reaction seemed to have boosted his confidence. Sirius obeyed immediately, fairly running to the bed. He leaped on Remus, pushing him back against the bed and ground their cocks together, his mouth finding Remus’ in an urgent kiss.
Remus pushed him over, then turned into him, trailing his fingers up the white cotton, wonderingly. “I never thought…”
Sirius bucked up into the too gentle touch. “Talk later, Remus.”
Remus laughed, his face glowing. Sirius reckoned Remus never thought he’d go for this. True, he probably wouldn’t have thought of it on his own, but Remus always had good ideas in bed. Sirius grinned and then flipped their positions. He nuzzled his face into Remus crotch, feeling smooth satin and rough, wiry hair. He let his eyes glide up to Remus’ cock, glistening from too much moisture welling at the tip.
“God, Sirius, I could come just from you looking at me like that.”
Sirius sucked an exposed testicle into his mouth, gently sucking it and holding Remus’ gaze. He wanted to see Remus come just from having Sirius admire him in his knickers. He slid a finger behind Remus’ balls, finding the thin strap. He pulled it taut and let it snap back. That was all it took. Remus’ head fell back against the pillows, hips bucking as he came, Sirius’ name on his lips. The ejaculate made a proper mess of his stomach and those lovely, incomprehensible knickers.
Despite his own neglected erection, Sirius couldn’t have been more pleased. He swirled his fingers in the mess Remus made and then pushed his fingers into Remus’ mouth. Remus’ eyes were wide as he sucked Sirius’ fingers clean.
“You made a mess,” said Sirius unnecessarily. He dipped his fingers in the mess again, this time sucking his own fingers clean. Remus laughed, still trying to catch his breath. Sirius’ fingers played in the come some more, alternating between drawing silly patterns and feeding it to Remus and himself.
“Oh,” said Remus suddenly. “You didn’t – ”
“I’m the good girl here, Remus,” said Sirius, mock-peevishly, taking the piss. He still couldn’t quite believe that these knickers were in Remus’ collection of naughty underthings. They were chaste in comparison to the others, if you didn’t dwell to long on the fact they belonged to a boy. “I couldn’t possibly let you – ”
That thought was cut off by a growl and a pounce. “Let’s find out what sort of girl you really are, hm?”
Re: Not That Kind of Girl 3/3
Remus blushed fiercely, but did as he was asked. On Remus’ thin frame, Sirius could easily follow the black line from between his legs, up through his crack to where it joined the rest of the… garment. That was overstating it a tad but Sirius was low on words at the moment.
“That has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” Sirius spoke with such sincerity that it made Remus giggle.
“Come here,” purred Remus. Sirius’ honest reaction seemed to have boosted his confidence. Sirius obeyed immediately, fairly running to the bed. He leaped on Remus, pushing him back against the bed and ground their cocks together, his mouth finding Remus’ in an urgent kiss.
Remus pushed him over, then turned into him, trailing his fingers up the white cotton, wonderingly. “I never thought…”
Sirius bucked up into the too gentle touch. “Talk later, Remus.”
Remus laughed, his face glowing. Sirius reckoned Remus never thought he’d go for this. True, he probably wouldn’t have thought of it on his own, but Remus always had good ideas in bed. Sirius grinned and then flipped their positions. He nuzzled his face into Remus crotch, feeling smooth satin and rough, wiry hair. He let his eyes glide up to Remus’ cock, glistening from too much moisture welling at the tip.
“God, Sirius, I could come just from you looking at me like that.”
Sirius sucked an exposed testicle into his mouth, gently sucking it and holding Remus’ gaze. He wanted to see Remus come just from having Sirius admire him in his knickers. He slid a finger behind Remus’ balls, finding the thin strap. He pulled it taut and let it snap back. That was all it took. Remus’ head fell back against the pillows, hips bucking as he came, Sirius’ name on his lips. The ejaculate made a proper mess of his stomach and those lovely, incomprehensible knickers.
Despite his own neglected erection, Sirius couldn’t have been more pleased. He swirled his fingers in the mess Remus made and then pushed his fingers into Remus’ mouth. Remus’ eyes were wide as he sucked Sirius’ fingers clean.
“You made a mess,” said Sirius unnecessarily. He dipped his fingers in the mess again, this time sucking his own fingers clean. Remus laughed, still trying to catch his breath. Sirius’ fingers played in the come some more, alternating between drawing silly patterns and feeding it to Remus and himself.
“Oh,” said Remus suddenly. “You didn’t – ”
“I’m the good girl here, Remus,” said Sirius, mock-peevishly, taking the piss. He still couldn’t quite believe that these knickers were in Remus’ collection of naughty underthings. They were chaste in comparison to the others, if you didn’t dwell to long on the fact they belonged to a boy. “I couldn’t possibly let you – ”
That thought was cut off by a growl and a pounce. “Let’s find out what sort of girl you really are, hm?”