"That's all I am, as well, isn't it? An amusement. Something to pass the time with when you're bored."
No. Never. Not Remus. Unable to speak, Sirius whimpered and Remus began thrusting without warning, harder and deeper this time. His fingers clutched tighter at each other, his knuckles going white as he struggled not to choke.
"Open up for me. Take it. Prove it." Again and again, Remus pushed in deep and pulling back almost past Sirius' lips before shoving in again. "Prove you're not a spoiled, arrogant, strutting Black who deserves to be taken over my knee and spanked like the brat you are."
Choked moans vibrated through him, all sound almost cut off as Remus fucked his throat ruthlessly. He felt raw, going dizzy as his chances for air got slimmer and slimmer. White dots of light speckled his vision, and Remus twisted fingers into his hair and tugged Sirius close. Everything fell away as Remus' cock lodged deep, his body flush against Remus' legs and his neck arched back to accommodate him.
He was nothing, nothing but what Remus said he was, nothing but Remus' creation--his to fuck and mold and take and take and take. His body sang with desperate need, and Remus tightened his hold, making Sirius' eyes and scalp sting from the force of it.
Remus groaned, shuddering and coming down Sirius' throat with a deep push. Then Sirius was shoved back to the floor, and Remus' mouth was on his, taking his air as he pumped Sirius' aching cock.
Heels digging into the floor, Sirius writhed helplessly. He panted around Remus' tongue as his climax built, and then suddenly he could breathe. He sucked in short ragged breaths that made his throat scream as his hips bucked wildly.
"Look at me when you come."
Remus was only a burnt orange outline in his vision as Sirius blinked up at Remus' face. His cock jerked in release, a hoarse, rasping sound issuing from his throat as Sirius spilled his come over Remus' broad hand.
"This is what you are," Remus murmured against his ear as Sirius lay panting, chest moving in erratic heaves. "This is where you belong."
Come smeared into his belly as Remus pressed him into the floor. An aftershock of pleasure coiled in his groin, and Sirius shuddered. His throat wasn't up for use yet, but Sirius spoke anyway, his voice a hoarse, broken whisper.
"Yeah." His smile for Remus was tired and blinding and adoring. "I know."
FIC FILL: Where He Belongs 2/2 (Re: Request - deep throating)
No. Never. Not Remus. Unable to speak, Sirius whimpered and Remus began thrusting without warning, harder and deeper this time. His fingers clutched tighter at each other, his knuckles going white as he struggled not to choke.
"Open up for me. Take it. Prove it." Again and again, Remus pushed in deep and pulling back almost past Sirius' lips before shoving in again. "Prove you're not a spoiled, arrogant, strutting Black who deserves to be taken over my knee and spanked like the brat you are."
Choked moans vibrated through him, all sound almost cut off as Remus fucked his throat ruthlessly. He felt raw, going dizzy as his chances for air got slimmer and slimmer. White dots of light speckled his vision, and Remus twisted fingers into his hair and tugged Sirius close. Everything fell away as Remus' cock lodged deep, his body flush against Remus' legs and his neck arched back to accommodate him.
He was nothing, nothing but what Remus said he was, nothing but Remus' creation--his to fuck and mold and take and take and take. His body sang with desperate need, and Remus tightened his hold, making Sirius' eyes and scalp sting from the force of it.
Remus groaned, shuddering and coming down Sirius' throat with a deep push. Then Sirius was shoved back to the floor, and Remus' mouth was on his, taking his air as he pumped Sirius' aching cock.
Heels digging into the floor, Sirius writhed helplessly. He panted around Remus' tongue as his climax built, and then suddenly he could breathe. He sucked in short ragged breaths that made his throat scream as his hips bucked wildly.
"Look at me when you come."
Remus was only a burnt orange outline in his vision as Sirius blinked up at Remus' face. His cock jerked in release, a hoarse, rasping sound issuing from his throat as Sirius spilled his come over Remus' broad hand.
"This is what you are," Remus murmured against his ear as Sirius lay panting, chest moving in erratic heaves. "This is where you belong."
Come smeared into his belly as Remus pressed him into the floor. An aftershock of pleasure coiled in his groin, and Sirius shuddered. His throat wasn't up for use yet, but Sirius spoke anyway, his voice a hoarse, broken whisper.
"Yeah." His smile for Remus was tired and blinding and adoring. "I know."