"Right." Remus's attention snapped back to Sirius, who still had the gall to be smiling. "Mind finishing the job?"
Something of Remus's anger must have shown in his expression, because Sirius's grin faded and he sat up, reaching out to lay a hand on Remus's shoulder.
"Fine, I won't make you do something you don't like. Moony. C'mere." Remus allowed Sirius to pull him up onto the bed, though he bristled at the comforting tone of his friend's words. It was Sirius's fault they'd gotten caught and he was humiliated like this, what right did the prick have to comfort him? It wasn't as though Sirius had been caught with another bloke's cock in his mouth. "Come on, we'll do something a little different."
Remus went stiff under the light pressure of Sirius's hand on his shoulder. "You said the bet would be off if I--" sucked you off "--did that."
"Well, yeah, but you didn't finish the job." Sirius grinned sheepishly, gesturing to his erection. "You'll like this better anyway."
"Sirius, no." Remus protested, twisting so Sirius's hand fell from his shoulder. "We need to find James and Peter, make sure they don't have the wrong idea--"
"We've got the map," Sirius shrugged, leaning forward and placing his hand on Remus's hip, this time. "We'll find them later. As far as they know, we're looking for them right now; they don't need to know any better."
Remus frowned at the hand on his hip. Sirius's fingers seemed to never sit idle, always rubbing circles and tracing patterns on his skin. It was maddening, the way it sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, which had not stopped pushing against his trousers throughout the whole exchange.
"Come on, Remus. Moony. Would you really leave me like this? You'll like it."
Remus wondered if he would ever learn to stick to his guns and say no to Sirius. The animagus grinned, realizing he'd won, and leaned in close, lips at Remus's ear. "Take your pants off," he whispered, before sucking again at the earlobe.
Misgivings not forgotten, but easily ignored with Sirius's tongue at his ear, Remus shimmied out of his trousers and pants, kicking off his socks and shoes with them. They fell off the side of the bed somewhere, but Remus forgot about his clothing as Sirius's hand was finally--finally!--on his bare cock. He abandoned his earlier decision to remain silent and let out an appreciative moan, hardly noticing Sirius guiding him to his hands and knees. His attention was completely consumed by the long, slow strokes of Sirius's hand, from root to tip, a steady, maddening pace. Somewhere he heard Sirius fumbling one-handed with something, but it was hardly important. Remus rested his forehead on his forearms and thrust into Sirius's hand.
A stray thought that the other shoe was yet to drop flitted through the back of Remus's mind, but he had trouble pursuing the thought further. Sirius had been right, for once; Remus did like this part. Not as though it excused the rest, but it did certainly help toward Sirius eventually earning Remus's forgiveness for the whole ordeal.
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Something of Remus's anger must have shown in his expression, because Sirius's grin faded and he sat up, reaching out to lay a hand on Remus's shoulder.
"Fine, I won't make you do something you don't like. Moony. C'mere." Remus allowed Sirius to pull him up onto the bed, though he bristled at the comforting tone of his friend's words. It was Sirius's fault they'd gotten caught and he was humiliated like this, what right did the prick have to comfort him? It wasn't as though Sirius had been caught with another bloke's cock in his mouth. "Come on, we'll do something a little different."
Remus went stiff under the light pressure of Sirius's hand on his shoulder. "You said the bet would be off if I--" sucked you off "--did that."
"Well, yeah, but you didn't finish the job." Sirius grinned sheepishly, gesturing to his erection. "You'll like this better anyway."
"Sirius, no." Remus protested, twisting so Sirius's hand fell from his shoulder. "We need to find James and Peter, make sure they don't have the wrong idea--"
"We've got the map," Sirius shrugged, leaning forward and placing his hand on Remus's hip, this time. "We'll find them later. As far as they know, we're looking for them right now; they don't need to know any better."
Remus frowned at the hand on his hip. Sirius's fingers seemed to never sit idle, always rubbing circles and tracing patterns on his skin. It was maddening, the way it sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, which had not stopped pushing against his trousers throughout the whole exchange.
"Come on, Remus. Moony. Would you really leave me like this? You'll like it."
Remus wondered if he would ever learn to stick to his guns and say no to Sirius. The animagus grinned, realizing he'd won, and leaned in close, lips at Remus's ear. "Take your pants off," he whispered, before sucking again at the earlobe.
Misgivings not forgotten, but easily ignored with Sirius's tongue at his ear, Remus shimmied out of his trousers and pants, kicking off his socks and shoes with them. They fell off the side of the bed somewhere, but Remus forgot about his clothing as Sirius's hand was finally--finally!--on his bare cock. He abandoned his earlier decision to remain silent and let out an appreciative moan, hardly noticing Sirius guiding him to his hands and knees. His attention was completely consumed by the long, slow strokes of Sirius's hand, from root to tip, a steady, maddening pace. Somewhere he heard Sirius fumbling one-handed with something, but it was hardly important. Remus rested his forehead on his forearms and thrust into Sirius's hand.
A stray thought that the other shoe was yet to drop flitted through the back of Remus's mind, but he had trouble pursuing the thought further. Sirius had been right, for once; Remus did like this part. Not as though it excused the rest, but it did certainly help toward Sirius eventually earning Remus's forgiveness for the whole ordeal.