Remus was good at lying--but the thing was, he had to premeditate on the lie, had to work out all the holes in the logic and know, beforehand, what the lie was going to be. Lying on the spot didn't come easy to him, never had. He fell silent at Sirius's question. He did like it, too much in fact, but damned if he was willing to admit it.
Never mind that the silence was as good as an admission anyway, with Sirius's understanding of Remus's habits.
The hand on Remus's chest was moving. Sirius's fingers grazed a nipple on their way to Remus's tie, tugging impatiently to loosen the strip of fabric while Sirius continued kissing and tonguing at Remus's neck. Remus wondered why his own hands were laying unresponsive in his lap, instead of removing Sirius's arm, or doing anything useful at all. Why wasn't he just getting up? Bet or no, this--this was entirely--
Sirius slid his tie off and popped open the buttons of his shirt, sliding a hand under the fabric, cold fingers tweaking a nipple. Remus jerked forward, gasping, and Sirius pulled him back. "Stay still," he ordered.
Remus swallowed and nodded. Sirius shifted behind him, moving to sit with his legs on either side of Remus. Just under the small of his back, Remus could feel what had to be Sirius's erection, warm and hard through his trousers. It only made him feel marginally better about the similar state his own cock was approaching.
As Sirius pulled Remus's shirt entirely off, Remus allowed it, cooperating with freeing his arms from the fabric, and pushing the parchment off his lap and to the side. Now both Sirius's hands were exploring Remus's chest, fingertips trailing down his ribs, rubbing against his hipbones before traveling back up to play with a nipple. Remus refused to make a sound, panting voicelessly and clenching his teeth to fight back the moans and little cries that Sirius's treatment made his body want to produce.
The mouth on his neck was sucking now, more forcefully than the light kisses and licks from before, but still a sensation that had Remus's thoughts all jumbled up and robbed him of control of his voice and limbs alike. He felt teeth and he shivered.
His bare chest felt chilled, in direct contrast to the heat of Sirius's hands on his ribs and chest against his back. Sirius was paying less and less attention to his nipples, fingers straying lower more frequently, sliding under the waistband of his trousers before retreating back upward, and then repeating the foray just that much further, just that much longer. Then one hand strayed down, outside his trousers but coming to settle on his inner thigh, perilously close to his hard cock.
He couldn't help it; he lifted his hips, his body making the demand he would not allow his voice to. Sirius chuckled against his neck and moved his hand obligingly, palming Remus's erection through the fabric.
Re: fill! 3/?
Never mind that the silence was as good as an admission anyway, with Sirius's understanding of Remus's habits.
The hand on Remus's chest was moving. Sirius's fingers grazed a nipple on their way to Remus's tie, tugging impatiently to loosen the strip of fabric while Sirius continued kissing and tonguing at Remus's neck. Remus wondered why his own hands were laying unresponsive in his lap, instead of removing Sirius's arm, or doing anything useful at all. Why wasn't he just getting up? Bet or no, this--this was entirely--
Sirius slid his tie off and popped open the buttons of his shirt, sliding a hand under the fabric, cold fingers tweaking a nipple. Remus jerked forward, gasping, and Sirius pulled him back. "Stay still," he ordered.
Remus swallowed and nodded. Sirius shifted behind him, moving to sit with his legs on either side of Remus. Just under the small of his back, Remus could feel what had to be Sirius's erection, warm and hard through his trousers. It only made him feel marginally better about the similar state his own cock was approaching.
As Sirius pulled Remus's shirt entirely off, Remus allowed it, cooperating with freeing his arms from the fabric, and pushing the parchment off his lap and to the side. Now both Sirius's hands were exploring Remus's chest, fingertips trailing down his ribs, rubbing against his hipbones before traveling back up to play with a nipple. Remus refused to make a sound, panting voicelessly and clenching his teeth to fight back the moans and little cries that Sirius's treatment made his body want to produce.
The mouth on his neck was sucking now, more forcefully than the light kisses and licks from before, but still a sensation that had Remus's thoughts all jumbled up and robbed him of control of his voice and limbs alike. He felt teeth and he shivered.
His bare chest felt chilled, in direct contrast to the heat of Sirius's hands on his ribs and chest against his back. Sirius was paying less and less attention to his nipples, fingers straying lower more frequently, sliding under the waistband of his trousers before retreating back upward, and then repeating the foray just that much further, just that much longer. Then one hand strayed down, outside his trousers but coming to settle on his inner thigh, perilously close to his hard cock.
He couldn't help it; he lifted his hips, his body making the demand he would not allow his voice to. Sirius chuckled against his neck and moved his hand obligingly, palming Remus's erection through the fabric.