ceredwensirius

As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. ~~So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.~~

EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme will run until it runs out of steam, I suppose. I thought to end it tomorrow but that is not to be. I suppose there is no set date now. When prompts start to slow and folks aren't telling me they are working on fills then I'll let everyone know it is coming to end. Also, I've cleaned up my edits a bit.

Rules

1. Anonymous comments only - all others will be deleted by me with no warning.
2. In the subject line of your request put 'Request'
3. ~~One claim per request.~~ Reply to the request comment with 'I've got this' or something, I'm not fussed and then go write your kinky goodness. When you're all ready, post your kinky goodness in reply to the original request.
4. This is a kink meme. No gen, no G, no PG, and no PG13. R and NC17 only. Anything else will get my delete hammer.
5. Remus/Sirius only, though they are free to bring along extra playmates if they so choose.
6. No flames. If I get enough of them I'll turn IP logging back on and this kink meme will be over.

These rules are subject to change by the management, er, me. I've never done this before and the rules as I've laid them out might be quite silly and unworkable. If that is the case, I'll edit the post and make a notation in red letters or something.

EDIT: Art fills are more than welcome!

EDIT 2: I just noticed people are forgetting to put Request in the subject line. People, don't make me spank you.

EDIT: 3 Multiple fills per request is fine. I DID say this was my first time hosting one of these things. :)

EDIT 4: Anon means anon. The rules are simple. Please follow them. I've been lax on reviewers and will continue to be so but if you fill a request, do it anon.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Date: 2011-01-15 04:41 am (UTC)

From: (Anonymous)

no subject

sex/getting off in public places

Date: 2011-01-16 09:14 am (UTC)

Forget

There is a headiness to your first days of freedom after school. All good sense has taken leave, flown away on dove’s wings and disappeared. It can’t last, you know this, but Sirius’ enthusiasm is too infectious to be denied. You almost let yourself believe you’re just another spoiled princeling with the world at his feet. It is an easy lie to sell yourself, so seductive, so attractive, not unlike Sirius who pulls you along in his wake. You are drawn in to his sphere, so close you can practically smell the galleons. He spends his wealth like water rushing from a spigot, never reminding you not one worn knut of it is yours.

Wine and ale and spirits too expensive for you to even know the names of flow freely; the breaking of every dawn finds you drunk in a bed you did not buy in a flat you cannot afford, fucking a man who could buy and sell you three times over without ever breaking a sweat. You cannot imagine denying him anything; he’s got you wrapped round his little finger, folding you into a life you never knew existed, carefully plucking all your concerns and tossing them aside like rubbish.

You are worn down and laughing, cares and caution pushed aside with the war that will come along soon enough. Soon enough you will take your place in the shooting arcade, a smile on your face as you wait for death to come for you, too. It is a ridiculous imagine, one you share with Sirius who laughs and pulls you from your chair and walks you to a dark corner of the pub.

His mouth is hot and desperate on yours and you are stunned to realize you are not the only one pretending. You’ve come to close to the truth with your little joke and now Sirius needs to forget the words were ever spoken. He is afraid; you comprehend this fully as he pushes your bodies together. Not twenty meters away is a pub full of patrons, five meters away is the brick wall that leads to Diagon Alley. Neither of you care.

Sirius has your trousers open now and his as well, they ride low on hips, slipping ever further with every jerk. He’s got both your cocks in hand, pulling, pulling, pulling. He whispers filthy things in your ear – your head spins from the alcohol and your orgasm as it hits. You are vaguely aware of passersby and the whispers they bring with them. You don’t care.

Sirius kisses you again, cleans you both up, pulling his trousers together as you do the same. He slings his arm around your shoulder, steering you back to the pub, loudly calling for another round. There is still so much you both need to forget.
~*~