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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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

[doggedly]

[He laughs, his head tipping back--that talk is both dirty and sloppy and funny, all at once, and there's little chills running down his spine, and he swallows, hard, trying to regain himself--but it's dizzying, all of this, and Remus, it's like being drunk as well--]

You're ridiculous, you're bloody-- bloody ridiculous-- c'mere, let me kiss you, or something--

[theshabbiestofmen]

Say please!

[But he doesn't wait; he climbs into Sirius' lap again and kisses him, sloppy and happy and enthusiastic all at once.]

[doggedly]

[He laughs against that kiss, which of course makes it sloppier--but he kisses him back anyways, a second later, hard, his hands coming up to press to Remus' cheeks, to slip back around to the back of his head--]

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[He hums against the kiss, too happy to stop-- and he squirms in Sirius' lap, pushing down against him again and again--]

Love you-- I love you so much-- love your, your hands and your face and the way you fuck me really hard--

[doggedly]

[He leans back a little at that, his head spinning at that sudden harsh and insistent contact, the little push of his hips, the way he's smiling, the way he smiles, the heat of him--]

Is that-- [He gasps, happy, and grins at him.] Is that a request?

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I-- yeah.

[He leans forward, biting his lip, watching Sirius' face eagerly.]

Please.

[doggedly]

[His eyes sweep over his face--once, very quickly--and then he grins, and leans forward to kiss Remus, hard, right on the mouth. When they draw apart, it's only so he can murmur against his lips.]

Bed, then.

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[Oh, but it's nearly a moan, and he pushes his fingers through Sirius' hair.]

Carry me? I like when you're forceful.

[doggedly]

[Another little chill runs down his spine, all the way down, making him straighten a little, which makes Remus' fingers shift in his hair, which gives him another chill--]

So you've said.

[But that's as good as a yes, and he hoists Remus up in his arms, legs over one arm, other arm curled at his shoulders, holding him up.]

How much wine did you drink, exactly?

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A lot. A looooot.

[He nuzzles against his chest, laughing softly.]

Mm. A bottle? Maybe more . . . I kept . . . I wanted more, I was really . . . it tasted really good! And you weren't home-- and so I drank another--

[doggedly]

[He laughs, and nudges the door open with his shoulder, swinging Remus into the room.]

And I'm glad you did, because now I've got you here.

[He dumps him onto the bed, with little ceremony, and stays standing over him, grinning.]

Which is exactly where I like you.

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[He stares up at Sirius, biting his lip, his legs spreading open eagerly as he waits for him. He looks so fantastic standing up there like that, all dominant and powerful, and Remus tilts his head back with a happy sigh. His, all his, and he nearly says that aloud.]

Not true. Not true. You like me-- you like me bent over the table, and against the alley wall--

[doggedly]

[He looks down at Remus with cool authority, surveying him--but all of that is a lie, a persona he's slipped on, becuase beneath that he's eager as anything to get at Remus, he'd fall on him right now if it wouldn't ruin the game.

Instead, he tugs at his shirt, pulling it over his head, carelessly, and dropping it on the floor.]

I like you there as well. The table, the wall-- the library-- outside, anywhere, I like you anywhere I can get you. Better get yourself ready, y'know, I've already had time. You took care of that.

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[He shoves at his trousers, kicking them off, yanking his shirt off as quickly as he can-- and get yourself ready, he hears, and so he grabs for the bottle of lube (bought after neither of them could find their wands for a good ten minutes one awful evening) and slicks up his fingers-- and he smirks up at Sirius even as he slips two fingers into himself, as he whines happily--]

[doggedly]

[And that's a test right there, watching that--hearing that note in Remus' voice, happy and needy all at once--and not going right for him, taking over in that task. Instead, he watches, breathless, bright-eyed, his mouth parted a little. A moment there, then he sinks onto his knees on the bed--still over Remus, still at an angle that he can watch him--]

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[He opens his eyes, watching Sirius hungrily-- and he doesn't slow his fingers, god, no, he just keeps moving them, twisting up and softly yelping whenever he hits that spot--]

I c-could finish just like this-- just from you w-watching me, talking to me--

[doggedly]

[He laughs, low, his eyes flickering with interest and amusement both.]

You should. Later. Right now, I want you for myself--

[And he moves forward, taking hold of Remus' wrist, pushing at his hand--once, pushing it in, just to tease, and then tugging at his wrist.]

Stop. I want you.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He yelps again when Sirius pushes at his wrist, the action surprisingly pleasurable-- but once his hand is pulled away he begins squirming, pushing his hips up needily.]

Then bloody-- bloody well take me, come on--

[doggedly]

[He laughs, almost scathingly--he likes that, he likes the desperation in that action the breathy gasp of Remus' voice--and he shifts, moving in, taking hold of his hips and tugging him up--and he breathes out through his teeth as he pushes in, all at once, a harsh sound, nearly a harsh movement--]

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[He moans happily, his legs wrapping around Sirius' hips, hoisting himself up as he tries to push Sirius farther in-- god, and Remus moans again, his head dropping back against the bed. He manages to open his eyes after a moment, staring hazily up at his boyfriend.]

That's-- oh, god, please, keep going t-that hard--

[doggedly]

[His reply comes out, half a groan and half a growl--yes, that's his answer, and as he thrusts in again, it's just as hard, pushing his hips against Remus, even as he stares down at him. His hazy gaze has a touch more possession to it, as he pushes in, hard--]