Despite his family issues, Sirius had always been adored. Most people deferred to him out of fear or envy or due to his exceptional good looks and ability to charm. Only with his friends did he receive any sort of check to his almost unconscious arrogance and entitled existence. Of course, Peter was slightly scared of him at times and certainly would never presume to question Sirius' decisions or reprimand him for any perceived fault or slight. With Sirius, he was careful not to overstep the convivial liberties of scuffles and shoves that the four of them all indulged in to some extent.
And James was practically his twin in arrogance. He had been even more spoiled by his doting parents, and the two of them together, encouraging each other, only magnified the careful, awed treatment they received from most people.
That left Remus. For Sirius, he was the only one who ever called him out, the only one who could ever make Sirius experience a true sense of shame and remorse for his actions, the only who could take Sirius down, pull him off his lofty pedestal and plunge him into the dirt where Sirius knew he really belonged.
And Sirius liked nothing better than to be at Remus' feet, under his control, and unable to charm his way out of whatever Remus saw fit to dish out.
Like now.
"You're better than everyone else, aren't you, Black?"
Remus' voice was calm and measured, asking the question with mild inflection as his thumbs slid across Sirius' cheekbones. Sirius couldn't answer, of course, not with Remus' cock lodged in his throat. His head was tilted back, lips stretched wide by the hard, thick shaft. Remus sighed, his balls resting against Sirius' chin for a few seconds before he pulled out in a slow glide.
Sirius gulped air, but kept his position, back straight, hands knotted together at the small of it.
"You can do as you like. Hurt whom you like. No one else matters."
"N--" Before he could finish the word, Remus' cock was shoving past the 'O' his lips made and Sirius swayed on his knees precariously until he caught his balance. Then Remus was fucking his mouth with slow, hard thrusts, still shallow, the head of his cock only lightly brushing the back of Sirius' throat. Sirius moaned, hollowing his cheeks to provide a silky sheath for the length of Remus' shaft. His tongue pressed up against the hot flesh.
"You've the world at your feet. Yes, Black? All for your amusement."
Remus stilled, not chastising as Sirius took the opportunity to suck gently at the swollen shaft throbbing thick and hot in his mouth. The weight and feel of it made him dizzy with lust.
FIC FILL: Where He Belongs 1/2 (Re: Request - deep throating)
And James was practically his twin in arrogance. He had been even more spoiled by his doting parents, and the two of them together, encouraging each other, only magnified the careful, awed treatment they received from most people.
That left Remus. For Sirius, he was the only one who ever called him out, the only one who could ever make Sirius experience a true sense of shame and remorse for his actions, the only who could take Sirius down, pull him off his lofty pedestal and plunge him into the dirt where Sirius knew he really belonged.
And Sirius liked nothing better than to be at Remus' feet, under his control, and unable to charm his way out of whatever Remus saw fit to dish out.
Like now.
"You're better than everyone else, aren't you, Black?"
Remus' voice was calm and measured, asking the question with mild inflection as his thumbs slid across Sirius' cheekbones. Sirius couldn't answer, of course, not with Remus' cock lodged in his throat. His head was tilted back, lips stretched wide by the hard, thick shaft. Remus sighed, his balls resting against Sirius' chin for a few seconds before he pulled out in a slow glide.
Sirius gulped air, but kept his position, back straight, hands knotted together at the small of it.
"You can do as you like. Hurt whom you like. No one else matters."
"N--" Before he could finish the word, Remus' cock was shoving past the 'O' his lips made and Sirius swayed on his knees precariously until he caught his balance. Then Remus was fucking his mouth with slow, hard thrusts, still shallow, the head of his cock only lightly brushing the back of Sirius' throat. Sirius moaned, hollowing his cheeks to provide a silky sheath for the length of Remus' shaft. His tongue pressed up against the hot flesh.
"You've the world at your feet. Yes, Black? All for your amusement."
Remus stilled, not chastising as Sirius took the opportunity to suck gently at the swollen shaft throbbing thick and hot in his mouth. The weight and feel of it made him dizzy with lust.