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geneva2010Title: Plugged and Unplugged
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Era: Hogwarts, Marauder's time
Warnings: Underage kinky sex (16 years old), submission, and Sirius likes to swear.
Summary: Remus gets plugged. And unplugged. Starts out hardcore and finishes sweet.
Notes: No beta – this was written for an anonymous comment fest, posted originally in July 2011 at hp-kinkmeme community and has been slightly edited from that version.
Remus pulls his drooling face from his pillow. His come is decorating the bedding below him, and Sirius pulls his wet cock out of Remus’ hole. Remus shudders, trying to recover quickly enough to make it to breakfast in the Great Hall. He jerks forward in shock as Sirius sticks something thick and slick up his bum.
“What…?”
“You can keep that in your fucking hole all day long. I want you thinking of me, and I want you ready again for me tonight. My come is up inside you and I want it to stay there.”
Remus squirms, involuntarily clenching his sore anus around the intrusion. Sirius loves to try new toys, and a little humiliation is part of their game, but Remus hesitates.
“Sirius…”
“No arguments, I don’t want to hear it. Just fucking get ready for breakfast now.”
~~~~~
Remus is grabbed from behind, spun up against the wall. The hallway near the Charms classroom is empty, for the moment.
Sirius pushes up against him, and speaks low in his ear. “I love watching you today. I love the way you bite your lip just here.” Sirius gives him a nip on his lower lip and Remus moans low at the sensation; it goes straight to his cock. “I love watching you blush, and I know you’re thinking of me. I fucking love watching you, period.”
Remus’ head hits the stone as Sirius takes a good long taste of his mouth. Fuck, that tongue is sinful, and Remus loves the possession in it.
“How’s the plug? No, don’t tell me, I want to check it myself.”
Remus’ breath shortens as Sirius pulls him by the hand, quickly down the hall and into the just abandoned Charms classroom. It’s lunchtime and even Professor Nickerson is unlikely to interrupt. Sirius sets him against a desk and then he backs away and up against the shut door, looking Remus in the eye and then up and down for a minute.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Sirius drawls, although they both know what Remus is waiting for. Instructions. “Turn around, pull down your trousers and pants, and lift your robe.”
Remus face flames, but he complies, feeling as if the cheeks of his bare bum are as red as the ones on his face. Sirius makes him wait for a long, delicious, exposed minute, but then his hands are there, and he’s grabbing a handful of Remus’ arse, and pushing him down over the desk.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve dreamed of having you over a desk. What a sight you are.” He reaches between Remus’ legs, running his hand roughly over his hardening cock and pushing his arse higher in the air with the heel of his hand. His fingers surround the plug and he slowly pulls it out. Remus cannot believe the intensity of the sensation and how it echoes the fucking he received just this morning, only a few hours ago.
“Shit, Remus, you are a sloppy mess.” Sirius inserts a couple fingers, hooking them to great effect. Remus, helpless, arches his back and presents his arse even higher in the air. “Stay right there; don’t move.”
The fingers in his hole are gone, and Remus feels the sharp sudden tingle of a cleansing charm. Sirius is back, then, breathing close to his arse, and licking across and up and down his hole. Remus gasps, licks his lips and closes his eyes, waiting for the next thrill.
“Your hole is too fucking much,” Sirius says between stabs of his tongue inside. “Gaping, begging me for another fuck, even a finger, but my tongue will have to do for now. Merlin, the redness around your rim, mmm. So delicious.” Sirius inserts his tongue again and again, wide, long and sloppy. He presses Remus open with his thumbs, his fingers spread wide on his arse. “Merlin, all mine, I could come just looking at you.
“But we are running out of time, and I’m not fucking you again until tonight.” Sirius sounds regretful. Remus hears the words and feels the slick rush of the Lubricus charm. The plug is reinserted, slowly and carefully. Remus can’t help his groan. He feels lightheaded as Sirius helps him up off the desk. He pulls his pants and trousers up over his hard cock, his plugged arse.
“C’mon, we need some fuel, we’ll need it for stamina later.”
~~~~~
Sirius looks surreptitiously across the dinner table towards Remus. His face shows the discomfort of slight, almost imperceptible winces and blush-red cheeks. Remus is having a tough time sitting still, although Sirius doubts that his minute changes of posture, and a mini-rocking motion that is driving Sirius wild, are noticeable to anyone but himself. He is obsessed with watching Remus, and totally turned on by the thought of that wicked naughty toy up his arse, plugged twice today, and unplugged one delicious time in between. Sirius is smugly anticipating the best, the final unplugging.
Remus looks up at him, and Sirius gives him a slow wink. Remus immediately looks down and blushes. Damn, why is his shyness and submission so damned appealing? Remus is an average looking boy, he supposes, with light brown hair and eyes to match, long slim limbs, and smooth honey brown skin. Since Sirius turned sixteen and was kicked out of his house five months ago, James has been his friend and support, but Remus has been his delicious obsession, a welcome distraction in a fucked up world.
Remus has been so good today, and despite the fun tease he seems uncomfortable to Sirius’ discerning eye. Sirius vows to make him oh-so-comfortable tonight, whatever it takes.
After dinner, Sirius is delayed by a Quidditch team meeting. He has a hard time paying attention, or caring about, the upcoming match with Ravenclaw. Practice, at least, would have been a physical distraction, but sitting in this meeting is driving him spare. Finally, James calls the meeting, looking pointedly with displeasure at his squirming best friend.
Sirius moves as fast as he can up the stairs to the Gryffindor dorm, trying to refrain from running like a conspicuous first year. He enters the common room, and then looks in their dorm, but can’t find Remus. Finally he finds him, banging around in their bathroom.
Remus looks very cross and his face is as red as it’s been all day. He scowls at Sirius’ smirk.
“I don’t know what’s so amusing. You haven’t had a damned piece of… plastic…” Remus says it like a swear word, “… up your arse all day.”
Sirius can’t help but smile. “I thought you liked it. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier.”
“Yes, well that all ended before dinner. Right now I’m sore and tired and I want it out. And I don’t want you touching me.”
Despite Remus’ petulant words, Sirius takes him into his arms, and he feels him relax slightly. He feels a rush of protectiveness. “Oh, baby,” Remus snorts at the diminutive, but doesn’t pull away. “I’m sorry. It was only a game. Let’s take good care of you.”
Sirius takes Remus’ hand and leads him into one of the shower stalls in the bathroom, spelling the heavy privacy curtains closed. The stall includes a tiny foyer for undressing and drying, which magically expands to accommodate the two boys. Honestly, thinks an amused Sirius, for a school, Hogwarts is amazingly cooperative with my sex life. Sirius quickly persuades a reluctant Remus to remove his clothes, kissing his chest and stroking his shoulders and sides, deliberately staying away from his arse and flaccid cock. The light is very dim in the stall, and Sirius holds Remus and kisses his face and lips, delighting in feeling Remus open his mouth and reach up to touch Sirius’ hair, leaving his body free for more petting.
Sirius comes up for air, completely turned on by holding his naked boyfriend, and by Remus’ kisses and short, needy breaths. “Go on into the shower, I’ll be right there.”
Sirius quickly strips as Remus starts the water and enters the tiny stall. Again the cubicle size automatically adjusts after Sirius squeezes in, and the water is a perfect temperature as always. Neither boy can keep his hands to himself, and Sirius thinks it is really quite delicious kissing under the water spray. Finally, Sirius can feel Remus starting to become aroused, their swelling cocks touching and mutually hardening.
Remus groans and his head falls back. He whispers, conscious of the public stall and the possibility of fellow Gryffindors lurking nearby. “Merlin, Sirius, you can do anything with me. It doesn’t matter how pissed I get at you, it just goes away when you kiss me and touch me. Nothing feels as good as this.”
“Anytime, Remus, anytime. Turn around now and let’s take care of the offender.”
Remus turns in the stall, and puts his arms up high on the wall, resting his head against them and slightly arching his back. Sirius groans at the picture: the gorgeous line of Remus naked back, and the arse offered up in trust again. Perhaps Remus is enjoying being on display, too. He pets Remus and then reaches between his arse cheeks, and feels Remus tense as he touches the plug. Slowly he removes it and drops it on the floor, then oh, so softly strokes Remus arse, gently spreading his cheeks to allow the water to flow between and soothe the ache. His mouth waters as he catches a glimpse of the red rim and slightly gaping hole, and Sirius cock surges. He licks across Remus shoulders, enjoying the slightly salty flavour under the water.
Remus is responding to his touch, and Sirius reaches around to stroke his chest and down his abdomen. Remus groans when his nipples are fondled, and arches to Sirius’ hand on his cock. Merlin, no wonder he’s so addicted to Remus, he is so fucking willing, so responsive. Sirius buries his face in Remus’ neck, and strokes his cock in the comfort of Remus arse crack, staying high and away from his sore hole. They move that way in comfort and arousal for a long while, the warm water beating down and a feeling of euphoria pulsing through Sirius.
Finally, Sirius can read the signals: neither one will last much longer. The day has been a long, slow tease, and the shower is a perfect end. He tightens his hold on the stiff cock in his hand, feeling a renewal of slick pre-come and he reaches to stroke Remus’ tight balls. Sirius soaps his cock with his free hand and fits it between Remus legs, pumping and finding a sweet rhythm. His thrusting becomes erratic and he feels the head of his cock catch once, twice on Remus sore, red hole, and he feels Remus tense in his arms. Remus stifles a scream as his come pumps out and coats Sirius’ fingers in warm slickness.
Sirius slows down, but his cock is heavy and he is longing to plunder Remus’ sweet, sweet arse. Remus is still leaning against the wall, and Sirius runs his hand down Remus’ torso, caressing his arse and thigh as Remus shudders and comes down from his high. Merlin, he wants to stick his hard cock into Remus hole, but that would be a punishment he’s not prepared to inflict.
Remus, bless him, finally recovers and reaches behind, pulling his arse cheeks apart, exposing his abused hole to Sirius. Sirius wastes no time grasping his own hard, soapy cock and wanking hard and fast.
“What the fuck, Remus, you kinky bastard. Yeah, look at that gaping, red hole, it’s all mine, I can’t wait to fuck it, Merlin…” Remus moans at the dirty words, and arches his back further, reaching his fingers and pressing gently around his opening.
Finally, finally Sirius releases, the pleasure shooting through his legs and making him lightheaded in the steam. He loudly moans and coats the arse in front of him with his spurting come, watching as it drips down Remus cheeks, and over the gaping red-rimmed pucker. Remus puts his arms back on the wall, and he looks spent from behind as if only the wall is holding him up. Sirius’ panting slows, and he spreads his come onto Remus arse, reaching between his cheeks to tease, very lightly, the red, sore rim.
Remus turns and tiredly smiles at him, and they rinse and turn off the water. Cheers and catcalls rise from the bathroom beyond. Apparently they were a little loud.
“You lads get off OK?”
“Hey, Sirius, nice moans, mate.”
“Give us a show, why don’t you?”
Sirius reaches for one of the pile of clean towels in the stall entrance and dries Remus’ chest, dipping in for a quick kiss. “Remus is mine,” he calls back to the chorus, slapping playfully and loudly at Remus bare arse. “You fuckers can just bugger off.”
“Merlin, you’re a kinky bastard,” Remus complains with a satisfied grin.
“What do you expect? It’s a kink meme, after all.”
The End.
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Era: Hogwarts, Marauder's time
Warnings: Underage kinky sex (16 years old), submission, and Sirius likes to swear.
Summary: Remus gets plugged. And unplugged. Starts out hardcore and finishes sweet.
Notes: No beta – this was written for an anonymous comment fest, posted originally in July 2011 at hp-kinkmeme community and has been slightly edited from that version.
Remus pulls his drooling face from his pillow. His come is decorating the bedding below him, and Sirius pulls his wet cock out of Remus’ hole. Remus shudders, trying to recover quickly enough to make it to breakfast in the Great Hall. He jerks forward in shock as Sirius sticks something thick and slick up his bum.
“What…?”
“You can keep that in your fucking hole all day long. I want you thinking of me, and I want you ready again for me tonight. My come is up inside you and I want it to stay there.”
Remus squirms, involuntarily clenching his sore anus around the intrusion. Sirius loves to try new toys, and a little humiliation is part of their game, but Remus hesitates.
“Sirius…”
“No arguments, I don’t want to hear it. Just fucking get ready for breakfast now.”
~~~~~
Remus is grabbed from behind, spun up against the wall. The hallway near the Charms classroom is empty, for the moment.
Sirius pushes up against him, and speaks low in his ear. “I love watching you today. I love the way you bite your lip just here.” Sirius gives him a nip on his lower lip and Remus moans low at the sensation; it goes straight to his cock. “I love watching you blush, and I know you’re thinking of me. I fucking love watching you, period.”
Remus’ head hits the stone as Sirius takes a good long taste of his mouth. Fuck, that tongue is sinful, and Remus loves the possession in it.
“How’s the plug? No, don’t tell me, I want to check it myself.”
Remus’ breath shortens as Sirius pulls him by the hand, quickly down the hall and into the just abandoned Charms classroom. It’s lunchtime and even Professor Nickerson is unlikely to interrupt. Sirius sets him against a desk and then he backs away and up against the shut door, looking Remus in the eye and then up and down for a minute.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Sirius drawls, although they both know what Remus is waiting for. Instructions. “Turn around, pull down your trousers and pants, and lift your robe.”
Remus face flames, but he complies, feeling as if the cheeks of his bare bum are as red as the ones on his face. Sirius makes him wait for a long, delicious, exposed minute, but then his hands are there, and he’s grabbing a handful of Remus’ arse, and pushing him down over the desk.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve dreamed of having you over a desk. What a sight you are.” He reaches between Remus’ legs, running his hand roughly over his hardening cock and pushing his arse higher in the air with the heel of his hand. His fingers surround the plug and he slowly pulls it out. Remus cannot believe the intensity of the sensation and how it echoes the fucking he received just this morning, only a few hours ago.
“Shit, Remus, you are a sloppy mess.” Sirius inserts a couple fingers, hooking them to great effect. Remus, helpless, arches his back and presents his arse even higher in the air. “Stay right there; don’t move.”
The fingers in his hole are gone, and Remus feels the sharp sudden tingle of a cleansing charm. Sirius is back, then, breathing close to his arse, and licking across and up and down his hole. Remus gasps, licks his lips and closes his eyes, waiting for the next thrill.
“Your hole is too fucking much,” Sirius says between stabs of his tongue inside. “Gaping, begging me for another fuck, even a finger, but my tongue will have to do for now. Merlin, the redness around your rim, mmm. So delicious.” Sirius inserts his tongue again and again, wide, long and sloppy. He presses Remus open with his thumbs, his fingers spread wide on his arse. “Merlin, all mine, I could come just looking at you.
“But we are running out of time, and I’m not fucking you again until tonight.” Sirius sounds regretful. Remus hears the words and feels the slick rush of the Lubricus charm. The plug is reinserted, slowly and carefully. Remus can’t help his groan. He feels lightheaded as Sirius helps him up off the desk. He pulls his pants and trousers up over his hard cock, his plugged arse.
“C’mon, we need some fuel, we’ll need it for stamina later.”
~~~~~
Sirius looks surreptitiously across the dinner table towards Remus. His face shows the discomfort of slight, almost imperceptible winces and blush-red cheeks. Remus is having a tough time sitting still, although Sirius doubts that his minute changes of posture, and a mini-rocking motion that is driving Sirius wild, are noticeable to anyone but himself. He is obsessed with watching Remus, and totally turned on by the thought of that wicked naughty toy up his arse, plugged twice today, and unplugged one delicious time in between. Sirius is smugly anticipating the best, the final unplugging.
Remus looks up at him, and Sirius gives him a slow wink. Remus immediately looks down and blushes. Damn, why is his shyness and submission so damned appealing? Remus is an average looking boy, he supposes, with light brown hair and eyes to match, long slim limbs, and smooth honey brown skin. Since Sirius turned sixteen and was kicked out of his house five months ago, James has been his friend and support, but Remus has been his delicious obsession, a welcome distraction in a fucked up world.
Remus has been so good today, and despite the fun tease he seems uncomfortable to Sirius’ discerning eye. Sirius vows to make him oh-so-comfortable tonight, whatever it takes.
After dinner, Sirius is delayed by a Quidditch team meeting. He has a hard time paying attention, or caring about, the upcoming match with Ravenclaw. Practice, at least, would have been a physical distraction, but sitting in this meeting is driving him spare. Finally, James calls the meeting, looking pointedly with displeasure at his squirming best friend.
Sirius moves as fast as he can up the stairs to the Gryffindor dorm, trying to refrain from running like a conspicuous first year. He enters the common room, and then looks in their dorm, but can’t find Remus. Finally he finds him, banging around in their bathroom.
Remus looks very cross and his face is as red as it’s been all day. He scowls at Sirius’ smirk.
“I don’t know what’s so amusing. You haven’t had a damned piece of… plastic…” Remus says it like a swear word, “… up your arse all day.”
Sirius can’t help but smile. “I thought you liked it. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier.”
“Yes, well that all ended before dinner. Right now I’m sore and tired and I want it out. And I don’t want you touching me.”
Despite Remus’ petulant words, Sirius takes him into his arms, and he feels him relax slightly. He feels a rush of protectiveness. “Oh, baby,” Remus snorts at the diminutive, but doesn’t pull away. “I’m sorry. It was only a game. Let’s take good care of you.”
Sirius takes Remus’ hand and leads him into one of the shower stalls in the bathroom, spelling the heavy privacy curtains closed. The stall includes a tiny foyer for undressing and drying, which magically expands to accommodate the two boys. Honestly, thinks an amused Sirius, for a school, Hogwarts is amazingly cooperative with my sex life. Sirius quickly persuades a reluctant Remus to remove his clothes, kissing his chest and stroking his shoulders and sides, deliberately staying away from his arse and flaccid cock. The light is very dim in the stall, and Sirius holds Remus and kisses his face and lips, delighting in feeling Remus open his mouth and reach up to touch Sirius’ hair, leaving his body free for more petting.
Sirius comes up for air, completely turned on by holding his naked boyfriend, and by Remus’ kisses and short, needy breaths. “Go on into the shower, I’ll be right there.”
Sirius quickly strips as Remus starts the water and enters the tiny stall. Again the cubicle size automatically adjusts after Sirius squeezes in, and the water is a perfect temperature as always. Neither boy can keep his hands to himself, and Sirius thinks it is really quite delicious kissing under the water spray. Finally, Sirius can feel Remus starting to become aroused, their swelling cocks touching and mutually hardening.
Remus groans and his head falls back. He whispers, conscious of the public stall and the possibility of fellow Gryffindors lurking nearby. “Merlin, Sirius, you can do anything with me. It doesn’t matter how pissed I get at you, it just goes away when you kiss me and touch me. Nothing feels as good as this.”
“Anytime, Remus, anytime. Turn around now and let’s take care of the offender.”
Remus turns in the stall, and puts his arms up high on the wall, resting his head against them and slightly arching his back. Sirius groans at the picture: the gorgeous line of Remus naked back, and the arse offered up in trust again. Perhaps Remus is enjoying being on display, too. He pets Remus and then reaches between his arse cheeks, and feels Remus tense as he touches the plug. Slowly he removes it and drops it on the floor, then oh, so softly strokes Remus arse, gently spreading his cheeks to allow the water to flow between and soothe the ache. His mouth waters as he catches a glimpse of the red rim and slightly gaping hole, and Sirius cock surges. He licks across Remus shoulders, enjoying the slightly salty flavour under the water.
Remus is responding to his touch, and Sirius reaches around to stroke his chest and down his abdomen. Remus groans when his nipples are fondled, and arches to Sirius’ hand on his cock. Merlin, no wonder he’s so addicted to Remus, he is so fucking willing, so responsive. Sirius buries his face in Remus’ neck, and strokes his cock in the comfort of Remus arse crack, staying high and away from his sore hole. They move that way in comfort and arousal for a long while, the warm water beating down and a feeling of euphoria pulsing through Sirius.
Finally, Sirius can read the signals: neither one will last much longer. The day has been a long, slow tease, and the shower is a perfect end. He tightens his hold on the stiff cock in his hand, feeling a renewal of slick pre-come and he reaches to stroke Remus’ tight balls. Sirius soaps his cock with his free hand and fits it between Remus legs, pumping and finding a sweet rhythm. His thrusting becomes erratic and he feels the head of his cock catch once, twice on Remus sore, red hole, and he feels Remus tense in his arms. Remus stifles a scream as his come pumps out and coats Sirius’ fingers in warm slickness.
Sirius slows down, but his cock is heavy and he is longing to plunder Remus’ sweet, sweet arse. Remus is still leaning against the wall, and Sirius runs his hand down Remus’ torso, caressing his arse and thigh as Remus shudders and comes down from his high. Merlin, he wants to stick his hard cock into Remus hole, but that would be a punishment he’s not prepared to inflict.
Remus, bless him, finally recovers and reaches behind, pulling his arse cheeks apart, exposing his abused hole to Sirius. Sirius wastes no time grasping his own hard, soapy cock and wanking hard and fast.
“What the fuck, Remus, you kinky bastard. Yeah, look at that gaping, red hole, it’s all mine, I can’t wait to fuck it, Merlin…” Remus moans at the dirty words, and arches his back further, reaching his fingers and pressing gently around his opening.
Finally, finally Sirius releases, the pleasure shooting through his legs and making him lightheaded in the steam. He loudly moans and coats the arse in front of him with his spurting come, watching as it drips down Remus cheeks, and over the gaping red-rimmed pucker. Remus puts his arms back on the wall, and he looks spent from behind as if only the wall is holding him up. Sirius’ panting slows, and he spreads his come onto Remus arse, reaching between his cheeks to tease, very lightly, the red, sore rim.
Remus turns and tiredly smiles at him, and they rinse and turn off the water. Cheers and catcalls rise from the bathroom beyond. Apparently they were a little loud.
“You lads get off OK?”
“Hey, Sirius, nice moans, mate.”
“Give us a show, why don’t you?”
Sirius reaches for one of the pile of clean towels in the stall entrance and dries Remus’ chest, dipping in for a quick kiss. “Remus is mine,” he calls back to the chorus, slapping playfully and loudly at Remus bare arse. “You fuckers can just bugger off.”
“Merlin, you’re a kinky bastard,” Remus complains with a satisfied grin.
“What do you expect? It’s a kink meme, after all.”
The End.
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