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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.
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.
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.
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Not on the Persian! 1/2
It was the constant looks that tipped Sirius off. Remus had been glancing up from his book, that mixture of longing and shame in his eyes that always accompanied the moon’s approach to full. Sirius pretended not to notice, letting Remus squirm until he couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Fancy a cup of tea, love?” Sirius pitched his voice low, smoothing it out to a silky purr. Remus bit his lip and shook his head, his eyes never rising from the text.
“Sure about that?” asked Sirius as he rose. “I’m already up.”
A stifled whimper escaped Remus, but still he shook his head. Sirius sauntered out of the sitting room, whistling as he entered the kitchen. He didn’t dare to hope that one day Remus would accept his desires, but he would push Remus until he was begging for his piss.
“Shame we don’t have any coffee,” said Sirius as he returned with his tea. “Much better source of caffeine.”
That got him a swift glare. Sirius grinned, unrepentant. He wanted to tell Remus to just relax, maybe even suggest they carry on right here in the sitting room. They were wizards after all. One quick Evanesco and all was well. Sirius returned to his own reading, leaving well enough alone for the moment. This had been building for days and with the moon just three days from full, the wolf’s pull would soon prove too great.
He could scarcely concentrate on the words on the page. How could he push Remus to get things moving along? Remus hadn’t touched him for days, too worried about where their play would take them. Sirius set his book aside on impulse and stood. Patience was never one of Sirius’ virtues. He stepped over to the window, pushing the drapes aside to look out at the moon hanging heavy and deep in the night sky.
“Why are we pretending? Weboth want it, Remus.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the cool glass.
Remus paused in turning a page, his breath catching audibly. “It’s filthy,” he said quietly. “I only want it because the wolf wants it.”
“The wolf wants to mark and be marked,” said Sirius, “but you – you enjoy it for more than that. You love the way it feels, I see it in your eyes and that is so much more than just the wolf.”
“Please stop this.” Remus’ voice was trembling. “It’s hard enough to maintain my humanity – ”
“This isn’t about your humanity. If it were, I wouldn’t enjoy it.” With that, Sirius tapped the button on his trousers, contemplative. “Maybe I ought to cut through all this nonsense and piss right here on the Persian. Wouldn’t I be a naughty boy? Would you be able to resist me then, love?”
Remus’ gaze flicked down to Sirius’ hand now opening the button on his trousers. “Yeah, that’s it, love. S’alright to want this.” Sirius slowly lowered the zip, grinning as Remus swallowed tightly, Adam’s apple fluttering in his throat.
“B-Bathroom,” said Remus, hoarse, like his throat was dry.
Sirius shook his head. “Mmm, no. I think I want to piss right here.”
Remus set his book aside, scooting to the edge of the chair. “Sirius, you can’t, think of the Persian!”
From: (Anonymous)
Re: Not on the Persian! 2/2
“Sod the Persian! It will be fine and you know it.” Sirius made a show of pulling his cock out slowly. Remus got to his feet, standing stock still, lips parted, breath coming in quick, light pants. Sirius, cock in hand, looked directly at Remus. “You coming to get this or am I just going to make a mess of the Persian?”
Remus whimpered a small protest, but that didn’t stop him from crossing to Sirius. Sirius was surprised when Remus sunk to his knees in front of him. This wasn’t how they usually did this.
“I – I’ve always wanted to feel it soaking into my clothes,” he explained. His head was bowed, cheeks burning with crimson shame.
“Then look at me.” Sirius gentled his voice, knowing how hard it was for Remus to admit to this. They never spoke of it. Usually Sirius found himself pushed against the shower stall, both of them nude as they covered each other in piss and then wanked. Then they showered in deafening silence and went to bed without a word. This was completely new territory.
Remus eventually turned his head up, but his eyes were focused on a point over Sirius’ left shoulder. Sirius tsk’d and with a finger, turned Remus’ face to meet his eyes.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my piss soaking through your clothes. Tell me you want to wank while I piss on every inch of you.”
“Yes,” whispered Remus. Sirius knew it was all he could manage. His cock was starting fill with anticipation and need. He would have to get this started before he simply couldn’t.
He took a step closer to Remus and held his cock just under Remus chin. Their eyes were locked on each other and Remus was trembling. Sirius smiled and let go. Remus gasped as Sirius’ piss flowed down his neck and into his shirt. Sirius heard soft metal sounds as Remus opened his trousers and then the slapping of flesh against flesh.
Sirius stepped back to watch. Remus was gorgeous, his white shirt stained with yellow just below the collar. He was gorgeous. Between his spread legs, Remus was wanking furiously. He clearly had no desire to hold off on anything. Sirius aimed his stream down Remus’ body, yellow zigzags crisscrossing the white oxford, down, down until Sirius found Remus’ cock. That was all it took for Remus to lose control. He came with a shout of Sirius’ name and then slumped down in post-orgasmic lassitude.
Sirius gently ran fingers through Remus’ hair, a reassurance that there was nothing wrong with this sort of play. Remus pulled Sirius hand down and kissed the palm. “Thank you,” he whispered, over and over.
Sirius sunk to his knees in front of Remus and pulled him in for a kiss. Remus’ lips were slow against his at first, then increasing in urgency. Sirius was suddenly hauled to his feet, the strength afforded to Remus by the wolf always surprising.
“Bathroom,” said Remus, his voice authoritative. “I’m not making a mess on the Persian.”
Sirius let himself be pushed forward, throwing a wicked grin over his shoulder.
“And before we go to bed,” continued Remus, “you’re cleaning up that mess you made.”
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