"Come on, Remus. Whatever the winner says, remember?"
"But Slughorn knows our handwriting. I don't care how much he wants you in the Slug Club, cheating on essays like this is grounds for expulsion!"
"It won't come to that," Sirius dismissed, waving off Remus's concerns. Remus only frowned further; he hadn't made it through over six years at Hogwarts only to fail over a stupid bet. Sirius had taken full advantage of the wager all week, at times treating Remus like a hazed first year, sending him back to the dorm for quills and inks that Sirius had forgotten on purpose, asking him to dish up Sirius's plate at meals and feed him bite by bite, demanding back rubs before bed--Remus was quite frankly fed up.
(And yet, it could have been much worse. The majority of Remus's humiliation was kept for when they were in the company of only James and Peter, not everybody else in their classes. None of the other students of Hogwarts knew that Remus was effectively Sirius's slave for as long as Sirius felt like. They just knew that Sirius was being silly at mealtimes, and Remus was, for whatever reasons, humouring him.)
This, however, was pushing a line Remus refused to cross. Really, hadn't things gone on long enough? A week was standard turnaround time for their pranks, and Remus was more than ready to be done with these shenanigans.
"Fine," Sirius sighed, exaggeratedly exasperated. "We'll do things the boring Remus Lupin way. But you owe me."
Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his homework. Sirius gave another fake sigh and leaned against him, but he wasn't rolling all over the parchment or trapping either of Remus's arms, so Remus continued writing his essay while Sirius rested his chin on the werewolf's shoulder.
"Boring Fussy McWhinesalot Remus Lupin." Remus had no troubles tuning out Sirius's heckling, not after six years. One of Sirius's hands was playing with Remus's hair, however, and that did make concentrating on the properties of Ashwinder eggs a bit difficult. But it felt too nice for Remus to ask for Sirius to stop. It was, Remus thought, only fair, after all those back rubs he'd given Sirius the past week, for him to get a little something in return... and it really did feel quite nice....
It was a good thing his quill had already fallen from his loose fingers when he felt Sirius's tongue on his earlobe. He jumped, but Sirius had one arm wrapped around his chest (when had that gotten there!?), and he held Remus where he was, sitting on the edge of Sirius's bed in the dorm.
"What are you doing?" Remus demanded, embarrassed at the breathless tone he could hear in his voice. He twisted his head away, and Sirius relented, resting his chin again on Remus's shoulder.
"Whatever I want, remember?" the animagus murmured. He tugged Remus closer, so they were back-to-chest, with the arm wrapped around Remus's torso. "What are you fussing about?" He rested his lips on Remus's neck, just above his shirt collar.
Remus's heart was beating too quickly, his breaths coming fast and shallow and loud, much as he tried to quiet and calm himself. "And why do you want to... to lick m-me?" Stuttered and punctuated by gasps as the question was, Remus was still glad he was capable of coherent speech. Sirius's lips and tongue were just light, teasing touches on his neck, wet warmth followed by cold air when Sirius moved to a different patch of skin. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Remus wanted it to stop; it felt too good, more than was proper, more than a friend should have enjoyed another friend's embrace.
He swallowed back a moan when Sirius's tongue flicked his earlobe again. Oh, god, he could not moan; Sirius would never let him hear the end of it. (Sirius would never touch him again, he thought, and then berated himself for thinking it.)
"Do you not like it?" Sirius asked, now pressing his lips to the line of Remus's jaw in a motion that was, Remus couldn't help but think, very much like a kiss.
Re: fill! 2/?
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"Come on, Remus. Whatever the winner says, remember?"
"But Slughorn knows our handwriting. I don't care how much he wants you in the Slug Club, cheating on essays like this is grounds for expulsion!"
"It won't come to that," Sirius dismissed, waving off Remus's concerns. Remus only frowned further; he hadn't made it through over six years at Hogwarts only to fail over a stupid bet. Sirius had taken full advantage of the wager all week, at times treating Remus like a hazed first year, sending him back to the dorm for quills and inks that Sirius had forgotten on purpose, asking him to dish up Sirius's plate at meals and feed him bite by bite, demanding back rubs before bed--Remus was quite frankly fed up.
(And yet, it could have been much worse. The majority of Remus's humiliation was kept for when they were in the company of only James and Peter, not everybody else in their classes. None of the other students of Hogwarts knew that Remus was effectively Sirius's slave for as long as Sirius felt like. They just knew that Sirius was being silly at mealtimes, and Remus was, for whatever reasons, humouring him.)
This, however, was pushing a line Remus refused to cross. Really, hadn't things gone on long enough? A week was standard turnaround time for their pranks, and Remus was more than ready to be done with these shenanigans.
"Fine," Sirius sighed, exaggeratedly exasperated. "We'll do things the boring Remus Lupin way. But you owe me."
Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his homework. Sirius gave another fake sigh and leaned against him, but he wasn't rolling all over the parchment or trapping either of Remus's arms, so Remus continued writing his essay while Sirius rested his chin on the werewolf's shoulder.
"Boring Fussy McWhinesalot Remus Lupin." Remus had no troubles tuning out Sirius's heckling, not after six years. One of Sirius's hands was playing with Remus's hair, however, and that did make concentrating on the properties of Ashwinder eggs a bit difficult. But it felt too nice for Remus to ask for Sirius to stop. It was, Remus thought, only fair, after all those back rubs he'd given Sirius the past week, for him to get a little something in return... and it really did feel quite nice....
It was a good thing his quill had already fallen from his loose fingers when he felt Sirius's tongue on his earlobe. He jumped, but Sirius had one arm wrapped around his chest (when had that gotten there!?), and he held Remus where he was, sitting on the edge of Sirius's bed in the dorm.
"What are you doing?" Remus demanded, embarrassed at the breathless tone he could hear in his voice. He twisted his head away, and Sirius relented, resting his chin again on Remus's shoulder.
"Whatever I want, remember?" the animagus murmured. He tugged Remus closer, so they were back-to-chest, with the arm wrapped around Remus's torso. "What are you fussing about?" He rested his lips on Remus's neck, just above his shirt collar.
Remus's heart was beating too quickly, his breaths coming fast and shallow and loud, much as he tried to quiet and calm himself. "And why do you want to... to lick m-me?" Stuttered and punctuated by gasps as the question was, Remus was still glad he was capable of coherent speech. Sirius's lips and tongue were just light, teasing touches on his neck, wet warmth followed by cold air when Sirius moved to a different patch of skin. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Remus wanted it to stop; it felt too good, more than was proper, more than a friend should have enjoyed another friend's embrace.
He swallowed back a moan when Sirius's tongue flicked his earlobe again. Oh, god, he could not moan; Sirius would never let him hear the end of it. (Sirius would never touch him again, he thought, and then berated himself for thinking it.)
"Do you not like it?" Sirius asked, now pressing his lips to the line of Remus's jaw in a motion that was, Remus couldn't help but think, very much like a kiss.