It wasn't difficult to imagine what Sirius's next request--command--would be. Remus ran his tongue over his teeth, staring at Sirius's cock. It was difficult to tell, looking from his position between Sirius's legs, whether or not Sirius was any bigger than he was. In any case he was big enough to be intimidating, and Remus was not going to move before he had to. He shouldn't have agreed. Why had he agreed? Why hadn't he stood his ground? Another month of fetching Sirius's things, of doing stupid tasks and being the butt of jokes, surely that ranked above sucking Sirius off?
"Come on, Moony," coaxed Sirius. His fingers remained loosely tangled in Remus's hair. "Help a mate out."
Then again, he thought, there was little point in delaying. Sooner or later, Sirius was going to convince him, and it was going in his mouth. He steeled himself and leaned forward, his lips meeting the tip of the head. He could hear Sirius gasp, his breaths growing heavier, and Remus opened his mouth, Sirius's cock sliding in.
Sirius, unlike Remus, did not try to hold back any noises. He moaned, loudly, his fingers gripping Remus's hair tightly. Remus opened his mouth wider, realizing--after a sharp tug in his hair--that he had to mind his teeth. It hadn't looked so big, but Remus found his mouth full after just the head. He pushed forward, taking more in, and had to pull back quickly when his throat convulsed in protest. Sirius's cock fell from his lips, and he inhaled deeply.
"Remus," Sirius whined in protest. Remus frowned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned forward once more. This was far more difficult than he'd anticipated--not that he'd thought about being on this end of things before. How did girls manage? He made a note, should he ever wind up with a girlfriend, to never take blow jobs for granted.
This time he started with his tongue, licking the underside of the shaft before he wrapped his lips around the head. The taste was mild, with a slightly salty tang, but for the most part he could ignore it. He pressed forward, surprised by his apparent desire to get as much of Sirius's cock in his mouth as he could manage to without choking. He left one hand on the bed to support himself, while the other came up to wrap around Sirius's erection, loosely measuring how much Remus was unable to take in. Sirius was moaning nonstop, "Remus" and "Moony" thrown in intermittently, which Remus choose to mean he was doing a good job. The sooner he could get Sirius off, the sooner he could retreat to the bathroom and have a wank, and pretend that sucking off his mate hadn't made him harder than he'd ever been.
Re: fill! 4/?
"Come on, Moony," coaxed Sirius. His fingers remained loosely tangled in Remus's hair. "Help a mate out."
Then again, he thought, there was little point in delaying. Sooner or later, Sirius was going to convince him, and it was going in his mouth. He steeled himself and leaned forward, his lips meeting the tip of the head. He could hear Sirius gasp, his breaths growing heavier, and Remus opened his mouth, Sirius's cock sliding in.
Sirius, unlike Remus, did not try to hold back any noises. He moaned, loudly, his fingers gripping Remus's hair tightly. Remus opened his mouth wider, realizing--after a sharp tug in his hair--that he had to mind his teeth. It hadn't looked so big, but Remus found his mouth full after just the head. He pushed forward, taking more in, and had to pull back quickly when his throat convulsed in protest. Sirius's cock fell from his lips, and he inhaled deeply.
"Remus," Sirius whined in protest. Remus frowned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned forward once more. This was far more difficult than he'd anticipated--not that he'd thought about being on this end of things before. How did girls manage? He made a note, should he ever wind up with a girlfriend, to never take blow jobs for granted.
This time he started with his tongue, licking the underside of the shaft before he wrapped his lips around the head. The taste was mild, with a slightly salty tang, but for the most part he could ignore it. He pressed forward, surprised by his apparent desire to get as much of Sirius's cock in his mouth as he could manage to without choking. He left one hand on the bed to support himself, while the other came up to wrap around Sirius's erection, loosely measuring how much Remus was unable to take in. Sirius was moaning nonstop, "Remus" and "Moony" thrown in intermittently, which Remus choose to mean he was doing a good job. The sooner he could get Sirius off, the sooner he could retreat to the bathroom and have a wank, and pretend that sucking off his mate hadn't made him harder than he'd ever been.