Warnings: AU (Sirius didn’t die in OotP, because really Jo, a fucking drapery? Also non-DH compliant since Remus is alive and didn’t marry Tonks.)
Although he did not have the talent for potions like Lily or bloody Snivellus (war hero my left bollock!), Sirius Black was a perfectly competent potions maker. With Snape dead and therefore unable to brew Remus his monthly batch of Wolfsbane, Sirius jumped at the chance. Despite initial trepidation, Remus agreed and was pleasantly surprised to discover that Sirius could, for once in his life, follow directions. Most months Sirius still transformed since it was more fun to engage in canine play, wrestling and licking and occasionally chasing a tail or two. Every so often Sirius would remain human and curl up with Moony, petting him while he read in front of the fire.
This month, however, they had other plans. Sirius was still stroking Moony by the fire, only he was naked and Moony was licking his way up his thighs. A cold nose under his chin urged Sirius to lean back and to expose his cock and arse to wolf. Licking his chops, Moony proceeded to curl his tongue around Sirius’ half-hard length.
“Merlin, Moony, if you keep that up this will be over before it begins.”
Moony snorted in response, and Sirius could have sworn that the wolf laughed at him. The tongue swept lower, covering the sensitive bollocks and eventually reaching the tight ring of muscle. Remus was indifferent to rimming as a human, but as a wolf, oh! The taste, the smell, the absolute essence of Sirius was enough to make him come without his cock being touched. Making broad, sweeping strokes across the hole, Moony savored the musky flavor. By now Sirius was pushing his arse against Moony’s tongue and wriggling above him.
“Moony, love, move up. My cock, please, my cock…”
Reluctantly, Remus turned his attention to the straining cock before him. If Sirius’ arse tasted delicious as a wolf, then nothing could compare to the taste of his come. Pre-come dribbled down the hard length, trailing down to the course hair surrounding the base. Nuzzling Sirius’ belly, he licked across the leaking head and then down to the root. Sirius’ hips bucked in response as Moony established a rhythm, sometimes pausing to puff hot breaths over the sensitive cock.
“You’re so good, Moony, did you know that? Such a beautiful, wonderful wolf.”
Only a few more licks and Sirius was coming, screaming his name as Moony moved to lap up the come. Nothing compared to this in Moony’s mind, absolutely nothing. A few minutes passed before he was reminded of his own aching erection. He began to rub his cock against the carpet, frantically seeking friction until a hand stop him.
“Come on, Moony, I’ll help you with that.” And with that, Sirius wrapped his mouth around Moony’s cock and began to suck in earnest. All too soon Moony was coming, howling to the moon outside his window. It took several minutes for him to open his eyes and look at his lover, sweaty and utterly debauched. Giving Sirius a good lick across his face, Moony curled up beside him and rested his head on the broad chest before him.
“Bloody hell, Moony, if I had known it would be that good I would have done this sooner. As a matter of fact, I think we need to make this a new routine. What do you say?”
Moony yipped in agreement, feeling safe and sated in the glow of the fire. Who said that werewolves didn’t have any fun?
Wolves Just Want to Have Fun (Or in this case, Sex)
Although he did not have the talent for potions like Lily or bloody Snivellus (war hero my left bollock!), Sirius Black was a perfectly competent potions maker. With Snape dead and therefore unable to brew Remus his monthly batch of Wolfsbane, Sirius jumped at the chance. Despite initial trepidation, Remus agreed and was pleasantly surprised to discover that Sirius could, for once in his life, follow directions. Most months Sirius still transformed since it was more fun to engage in canine play, wrestling and licking and occasionally chasing a tail or two. Every so often Sirius would remain human and curl up with Moony, petting him while he
read in front of the fire.
This month, however, they had other plans. Sirius was still stroking Moony by the fire, only he was naked and Moony was licking his way up his thighs. A cold nose under his chin urged Sirius to lean back and to expose his cock and arse to wolf. Licking his chops, Moony proceeded to curl his tongue around Sirius’ half-hard length.
“Merlin, Moony, if you keep that up this will be over before it begins.”
Moony snorted in response, and Sirius could have sworn that the wolf laughed at him. The tongue swept lower, covering the sensitive bollocks and eventually reaching the tight ring of muscle. Remus was indifferent to rimming as a human, but as a wolf, oh! The taste, the smell, the absolute essence of Sirius was enough to make him come without his cock being touched. Making broad, sweeping strokes across the hole, Moony savored the musky flavor. By now Sirius was pushing his arse against Moony’s tongue and wriggling above him.
“Moony, love, move up. My cock, please, my cock…”
Reluctantly, Remus turned his attention to the straining cock before him. If Sirius’ arse tasted delicious as a wolf, then nothing could compare to the taste of his come. Pre-come dribbled down the hard length, trailing down to the course hair surrounding the base. Nuzzling Sirius’ belly, he licked across the leaking head and then down to the root. Sirius’ hips bucked in response as Moony established a rhythm, sometimes pausing to puff hot breaths over the sensitive cock.
“You’re so good, Moony, did you know that? Such a beautiful, wonderful wolf.”
Only a few more licks and Sirius was coming, screaming his name as Moony moved to lap up the come. Nothing compared to this in Moony’s mind, absolutely nothing. A few minutes passed before he was reminded of his own aching erection. He began to rub his cock against the carpet, frantically seeking friction until a hand stop him.
“Come on, Moony, I’ll help you with that.”
And with that, Sirius wrapped his mouth around Moony’s cock and began to suck in earnest. All too soon Moony was coming, howling to the moon outside his window. It took several minutes for him to open his eyes and look at his lover, sweaty and utterly debauched. Giving Sirius a good lick across his face, Moony curled up beside him and rested his head on the broad chest before him.
“Bloody hell, Moony, if I had known it would be that good I would have done this sooner. As a matter of fact, I think we need to make this a new routine. What do you say?”
Moony yipped in agreement, feeling safe and sated in the glow of the fire. Who said that werewolves didn’t have any fun?