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 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.

[He sucks in a breath, and it's still ragged; he sucks in another, trying to steady himself, and he sits back a bit so he can see Remus' face, his breath still coming short. But he manages a laugh at least, distant--]

Bloody hell. You're good.

I-- you--

[He stares dazedly up at Sirius, his head still spinning.]

That was really good, Sirius. I-- c'mere-- that was really brilliant!

[He laughs, tiredly, and lets himself relax so he can lay down beside Remus, with a quiet sigh. A second later and he squirms forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.]

Only brilliant because you're brilliant.

Nooo, you too--

[He wiggles forward, ducking to push his nose against Sirius' neck happily.]

You're brilliant and good and really a-- att-- attractive--

[He laughs, tipping his head back a little to accommodate that invasiveness--pleased to have it, if he's perfectly honest--]

Ooh, yeah, keep going-- as if you're not reward enough, now I get to hear a load of compliments--

And you've a really good laugh-- and you're really funny, I don't tell you that enough--

[He nuzzles against him, interspersing his compliments with wordless noises of affection-- and he's tireless, moving against Sirius in delight-- until all at once, he becomes very tired indeed. Remus sighs and rests against his boyfriend, closing his eyes.]

Annd-- and now we should sleep. Yeah. 'S important, sleep.

Sleep? I was just getting into this, y'know, you can't start with a string of compliments and then just drop off--

[He worms in to press a kiss to the top of Remus' head, full of fond affection in return.]

You're a weirdo, Remus Lupin.

Noooo--

[He mumbles that protestingly, though he can't be bothered to open his eyes.]

'M not. I love you. You love me. Don'-- don' say that.

I love you loads, for all that you are a weirdo. Anyway, I'm one as well. We complete each other.

[Gently, fondly, he kisses the top of his head once more.]

Go to sleep, darling.

Not.

[He says that defiantly-- but he also mashes his mouth against Sirius' throat, in what might be a kiss good night. And that's the last he speaks; he's out like a light within a few minutes-- and uncharacteristically, he sleeps and sleeps, far past the morning, until the afternoon light creeps in and hits him square in the face.]

[It's uncharacteristic, but Sirius is grateful for it. He's a late sleeper, God knows--he'd sleep all day if you gave him half the chance--and today he is, but in good company. Nights after training are usually more tense--something of that leftover instinct of wariness and vigilance that he can't quite shake--but sleeping beside Remus lessens that. And sleeping beside Remus after the night they'd had makes for a very deep sleep indeed.

So Sirius doesn't even stir at that light. He stays pressed against Remus, still happily asleep.]

[But there's only so long Remus can sleep, even with a hangover. With a little groan he rolls over, burrowing over whatever's nearest-- a pillow or blanket or Sirius, or some combination of the three.]

[Still asleep--mostly, more asleep than awake, anyways--Sirius shifts a little to accommodate that, mumbling vaguely. One arm flops over Remus' shoulders; the other stays throw above his head.]

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