It sounded almost as though Sirius were wanking himself at the same time. Remus could hear him panting, and quiet slaps of skin on skin. When Sirius let go of Remus, only to place both hands on the werewolf's hips, Remus made a petulant noise and shifted from side to side, wanting Sirius's hand back but not wanting to move further. "Sirius, now what?" he asked, telling himself it didn't come out as a whine.
And then Remus felt--something--pressing against his asshole, slick and hot and pushing its way in. "Sirius!" he gasped, clenching the bedsheets. "Stop!" It hurt, forcing him apart, stretching him open slowly and painfully.
Sirius did stop, when what must have been the head of his cock had pushed fully into Remus. He was breathing hard, his hands holding tightly to Remus’s hips. "Shh, Moony. Relax," he soothed, and began to pull out. Remus’s fingers relaxed their death grip on the bedding; he’d told Sirius to stop, flat out, and Sirius was--
--was not pulling out all the way, was pushing back in--
Remus tried to say Sirius’s name again, demand he stop again, but what came out instead was a low, wordless sound. Once more Sirius did not push more than the head past Remus’s tight entrance, and again withdrew partially, only to return. On the third pass Remus felt his muscles strain as Sirius pushed further. They both groaned. Remus didn’t think he could stand much more without breaking. His mouth hung open, his breathing heavy and uncontrollable, and his hips twitched and jerked under Sirius’s hands. As he felt more of Sirius breach him, he could feel something else, new and strange and hot and unbearable, building some indeterminate place inside him, centered in his groin but creeping up his chest and wrapping around his throat all the same. Not like the usual build-up to orgasm when it was just him and his hand, this sensation was different, overwhelming.
Sirius thrust all the way in, fully sheathed, and Remus cried out. Something inside him was responding, something inside him wanted more and faster, pleasure sparking up his spine when Sirius moved. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and grit his teeth but Sirius’s next thrust tore another moan from him. His hips rocked in response to Sirius, his cock strained with the motion, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than a touch to set him off.
He wanted it to stop.
He said nothing, moaning and panting as Sirius pounded into him. He didn't want to be ignored again, to say 'stop' only to have Sirius thrust forward again, cock rubbing inside Remus and feeling so strange and alien and good. The pace was nothing like when Sirius had been stroking him. These were rapid, shallow thrusts that he had to brace himself against or risk having his face bashed into the bed frame's headboard.
He wondered if he would be bruised where Sirius's hands gripped his hips. Then again, nobody would see it if he were. He wondered if Sirius had left any marks on his neck.
Sirius came, loudly as he did anything. Remus could feel his come in his asshole, and he bit back a keening whine. He was forced forward as Sirius slumped over on him, his erection trapped between himself and the mattress, Sirius slipping out of him, wet cock sliding along the back of his leg. Their breaths were slowing down, as they settled on the bed. Sirius threw an arm over Remus, and Remus shivered.
Unlike before, the shaking didn't stop this time. Sirius shifted, tugging at the blankets to pull them over Remus. He was still mostly clothed, and Remus thought he might have attributed the trembling to the chill air. He tried to still his body, but wasn't surprised to find himself unsuccessful.
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And then Remus felt--something--pressing against his asshole, slick and hot and pushing its way in. "Sirius!" he gasped, clenching the bedsheets. "Stop!" It hurt, forcing him apart, stretching him open slowly and painfully.
Sirius did stop, when what must have been the head of his cock had pushed fully into Remus. He was breathing hard, his hands holding tightly to Remus’s hips. "Shh, Moony. Relax," he soothed, and began to pull out. Remus’s fingers relaxed their death grip on the bedding; he’d told Sirius to stop, flat out, and Sirius was--
--was not pulling out all the way, was pushing back in--
Remus tried to say Sirius’s name again, demand he stop again, but what came out instead was a low, wordless sound. Once more Sirius did not push more than the head past Remus’s tight entrance, and again withdrew partially, only to return. On the third pass Remus felt his muscles strain as Sirius pushed further. They both groaned. Remus didn’t think he could stand much more without breaking. His mouth hung open, his breathing heavy and uncontrollable, and his hips twitched and jerked under Sirius’s hands. As he felt more of Sirius breach him, he could feel something else, new and strange and hot and unbearable, building some indeterminate place inside him, centered in his groin but creeping up his chest and wrapping around his throat all the same. Not like the usual build-up to orgasm when it was just him and his hand, this sensation was different, overwhelming.
Sirius thrust all the way in, fully sheathed, and Remus cried out. Something inside him was responding, something inside him wanted more and faster, pleasure sparking up his spine when Sirius moved. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and grit his teeth but Sirius’s next thrust tore another moan from him. His hips rocked in response to Sirius, his cock strained with the motion, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than a touch to set him off.
He wanted it to stop.
He said nothing, moaning and panting as Sirius pounded into him. He didn't want to be ignored again, to say 'stop' only to have Sirius thrust forward again, cock rubbing inside Remus and feeling so strange and alien and good. The pace was nothing like when Sirius had been stroking him. These were rapid, shallow thrusts that he had to brace himself against or risk having his face bashed into the bed frame's headboard.
He wondered if he would be bruised where Sirius's hands gripped his hips. Then again, nobody would see it if he were. He wondered if Sirius had left any marks on his neck.
Sirius came, loudly as he did anything. Remus could feel his come in his asshole, and he bit back a keening whine. He was forced forward as Sirius slumped over on him, his erection trapped between himself and the mattress, Sirius slipping out of him, wet cock sliding along the back of his leg. Their breaths were slowing down, as they settled on the bed. Sirius threw an arm over Remus, and Remus shivered.
Unlike before, the shaking didn't stop this time. Sirius shifted, tugging at the blankets to pull them over Remus. He was still mostly clothed, and Remus thought he might have attributed the trembling to the chill air. He tried to still his body, but wasn't surprised to find himself unsuccessful.