theshabbiestofmen | The One Where Remus Got Drunk

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The One Where Remus Got Drunk

[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 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--

[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?

I-- yeah.

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

Please.

[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.

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

Carry me? I like when you're forceful.

[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?

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--

[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.

[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--

[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.

[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--]

[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--]

[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--

[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.

[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--

[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--]

[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--

[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--]

[His hands come over his head, gripping the bedsheets tightly, and he cries out again.]

That's-- oh, p-please--

[He can't even think about touching himself, not now, but it hardly matters; he's already hard as hell, already halfway to completion just because of the way Sirius is looking at him--]

[There, he thinks, vaguely, as he pushes in again, going at him hard, there, yes, he's got him right where he wants him, that expression, half slack, half rapturous, and the sob of his breath-- He pulls at Remus' hips, pulls him closer each thrust, and his own breath is coming at a gasp now, harsh, between his teeth, each time a little harsher, yes, this is what he wanted, what he was missing--]

Sirius--

[It hurts, yeah, it's almost too much, and tomorrow he'll feel the soreness-- but for now Remus simply pushes back against each thrust, meeting it eagerly, nearly shaking from sheer pleasure--]

[Another harsh breath--another, quick, urgent--he pushes against him, hard, harder still, eager and needy, almost desperate--and he only just gets Remus' name out, Remus, and that's as much as he can manage, and then he can't concentrate on anything else but this feeling, and he moans, loudly, lost in this-- one hand comes to stroke against his cock as well, determined to finish him off too, at the same time, they'll finish together--]

[And then that's it, as far as Remus is concerned; Sirius fucking him and Sirius' hand on his cock, and what more does he really need. Remus grips the sheets tightly, squirming and shifting, trying to move along with Sirius (whether he succeeds is another story entirely, but then again he's drunk, he can't be expected to do much more than ride along tonight). And he's close, too suddenly and too fast, and he tries to warn Sirius but it ends up more like a yell--]

[There, he thinks again, and he isn't so lost in his own pleasure that he doesn't find pleasure in that, in making him finish like that, so easily--even drunk, he can still get him here, and he moans again, once more, and he feels his own finish, right there, he's at the brink of it--he keeps his hand on Remus as he moves, faster, still faster, until he's there, with a shout of his own--]

[His ears are ringing wildly; Remus stares dazedly up at the ceiling, his chest heaving. Slowly his fingers unclench; he exhales slowly.]

Oh, wow, Sirius.

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