The One Where Remus Got Drunk

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It's been a good night. Home alone, some classical music on the radio, a large and dusty book, and a bottle of red wine to sip at while he reads. Sirius is out doing something-- Auror training, Remus thinks vaguely, but he's not entirely certain-- but the point is, Remus has some time to himself.

He didn't mean to get drunk, not really. It was just hard to resist a second glass of wine after he'd had his first, and then a third after his second-- and the wine tasted so delicious, and he'd been so thirsty-- and then he's peering at the bottom of the bottle with a chuckle, because what even happened to it all!

Ah, but that's a question for another time-- because there's someone at the front door, and Remus knows precisely who it is. And he's so happy his boyfriend is home, happy enough that he stumbles to his feet to go and let him in.]

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[He narrows his eyes a little, uncertain if that's a joke at his expense-- but whatever, moving on! He pats at Sirius' cheek fondly.]

I liiiike-- I like it when you act really, really su-- superior-- and I like when you surprise me-- and I like you--

[He sighs that last one happily, almost overcome with the sudden surge of love.]

Lots. I like you lots.

[He smiles at him fondly-- but oh, right, he was going to do something, wasn't he? Belatedly Remus begins worming out of Sirius' lap, trying to make it down onto the floor.]

[doggedly]

I like you lots as well--

[He's laughing, but there's a little prickle as well, as Remus starts to slip down--it's really unfair that he's drunk, he sort of feels as if he's taking advantage of him, even if he's saying he wants it--and God, but he's sexy still, all flushed and smiley and crawling off of his lap onto his knees--]

Shall I act superior now? Will that help?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Noooo--

[He shoves at Sirius' knees a bit roughly, the action punishing.]

It's not right if you do it intentionally, don't be a prat--

[And now there's trousers to contend with. Right. Remus squints at them for a few seconds before haphazardly yanking at the fastenings, trying like hell to open them.]

[doggedly]

A prat?

[He repeats that somewhat incredulously as he stares down at Remus--and then he reaches to knock his hands out of the way, to take hold of the fastenings and do it himself.]

Do it right, Lupin.

[theshabbiestofmen]

'S hard--

[He mutters that rebelliously-- but ohhhh, that's what he's doing. Remus laughs quietly, a happy little sound, and leans in. Happily he mouths at Sirius' pants, humming as he does.]

[doggedly]

[He shifts back at that, his breath catching--and he has to grin, a shaky grin, but still a grin, because Merlin, but even drunk Remus is no amateur at this, and there's something about the warm damp pressure of his mouth through the fabric--]

J-Jesus, Remus--

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He laughs drunkenly even as he keeps mouthing-- and he's enthusiastic about it, unsubtle in a way he's usually not. His tongue drags eagerly up Sirius' cock, his eyes trained on him--]

[doggedly]

[He's laughing as well, because it's sloppy, but it's good, it's good in its own sloppy way, and enthusiasm, yeah, that counts for a lot--

And then it's really enthusiastic, and Sirius grips at the cushions of the sofa with a gasp--]

Better-- that's good, Lupin--

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah?

[He beams up at Sirius. If he had a tail, it would be wagging; he looks delighted at the praise-- but yes, yes, he's a job to do, and Remus resumes at mouth at Sirius, his fingers curling around his hips.]

[doggedly]

[He gasps again, slipping down a little, pushing forward-- God, but he's good at this, and any misgivings are beginning to fade, quickly, because he's good, really good, and far too distracting--]

Yeah.

[It's an agreement with what he asked before, and Sirius laughs breathlessly at himself, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Remus' hair as he gives another sharp sigh--]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He moans happily against Sirius' cock, his back arching up-- and then he pulls back, but only so he can tug his pants back, so he can take his cock in his mouth with a laugh--]

[doggedly]

[His fingers clench--one hand twisted in his hair, one hand clenched on the the sofa cushion-- Jesus, the touch of his mouth, the direct touch, like that-- warm, and eager, moving against him--]

G-God, Remus--

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He moans around Sirius' cock, delighting in the vibration of his mouth, in the way Sirius is grabbing his hair, the way he's lost control so quickly-- and that inspires him to move faster, to take more of him into his mouth--]

[doggedly]

[His breath hisses between his teeth, sharp; his fingers knit tighter in Remus' hair, clutching close at him, pulling him close--and his hips push up, sharply, and when he opens his mouth he groans aloud, already too close--]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He whimpers loudly and pulls back-- not out of displeasure (god, no, never, not when Sirius is being forceful), but to tease Sirius, to drag his tongue along the very tip of his cock--]

[doggedly]

[He chokes on his intake of breath--and he slumps back, his shoulders dropping and his fingers loosening a moment before his grip tightens again, trying to tug him back--]

J-Jesus, Remus, come-- come on, please--

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He smirks even as he's yanked down. With a moan he takes him in his mouth again; his legs spread as he begins palming at himself.]

[doggedly]

[When he manages to look down at Remus, that's what he sees--and God, that only makes it worse, better and worse all at once, and he groans again, his fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer--not cruelly, just eagerly--]

Keep-- just like that, y-yeah-- Remus-- [And he repeats his name in a murmur, again, and again, too senseless to say much else--because this is good, better than good, and he's so close--he feels it, with a whine, he ties to suppress it, determined that this should go on, and on--]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He should slow down, he should be cruel and drag it out-- but he loves that little whine, that desperate moan, and it only fuels him on-- Remus moves his head steadily, his eyes closed now, focused on nothing save for making Sirius finish (and perhaps there's a little thought for himself, for moving his own hand steadily, because it's too good for him not to.)]

[doggedly]

[Mindlessly, he murmurs Remus' name once more, his fingers gripped tight--and then both hands, finally, he gives up the pretense and grabs for him, tugging at him even as his hips push up, as he moans out his name one last time and then finishes, finally, hard--]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[And even this is wonderful, as he swallows eagerly and pushes against Sirius' grip-- and when he pulls away, he's panting up at Sirius, mouth a little slack, eyes bright, and he smiles up at him.]

[doggedly]

[It takes him a long, long moment to come down from that finish, and when he looks around again--when it doesn't feel as if he's got to blink just to focus on anything for more than thirty seconds--he smiles down at Remus, and unclenches his fingers so he can slip down and brush against his cheek, gently.]

Jesus, Remus.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He laughs softly and tilts his head, catching his fingers in his mouth again.]

Told you I wasn't-- wasn't that drunk.

[doggedly]

Sorry I needed convincing.

[He grins a little, still very much breathless--and the touch of Remus' mouth does absolutely nothing to help that.]

Actually, no, I'm not sorry at all.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He laughs softly and rests his head on Sirius' leg. Vaguely he pats at his stomach.]

Me neither. Mm, I love you . . . love your cock-- love sucking your cock--

[He mumbles all this happily, with little laughs punctuating every other word.]