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Lemondrops	By : tomo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 5203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LEMONDROPS

Summary: Everything stops when you whisper the safe word. MWPP and beyond.

Warning: Slash, Sex

A/N: This chapter is a bit… hmm… steamy (as will most of the next ones be). So please don’t read if you don’t like such themes. Otherwise, enjoy! J I also read a review about the use of safe words—we’ll get there (don’t you worry, dear). Oh, and thanks to pittwitch for reminding me to fix my disclaimer (I wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t mentioned).

CHAPTER THREE: The New Agreement

It was well over three weeks before Remus saw Sirius again. And during those weeks, Remus’ mind reeled with the sensations he felt that one night. He would wake up from dreams of a hard body pressed to his own and the lingering feel of something hot pushing into him. Never did he, in his entire life (he has not lived that long, mind you), ever experience such sensations. It gnawed on him, invading even his intimate moments with his girlfriend—he can’t stop thinking about it even if he was with her. He even tried doing it alone, his fingers breeching… but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. It’s as if he learned something he shouldn’t have known—something forbidden that he couldn’t get enough of. It frustrated him to no end. He felt he needed something… something hot.

He was on his way to the infirmary, on a very hot day, to get his supply of Wolfsbane potion when he bumped into Sirius, causing the taller man to lose hold of rolls of parchments he got from Dumbledore to the floor, some even rolling down the stairs. Remus groaned, bending down to retrieve some wayward parchments. “First, the heat, now this,” he muttered, wiping at his neck angrily. He continued down the stairs to pick up some that has gone down, when, upon reaching the last step, all the parchments, including those already in his hands, flew up the stairs into the arms of a grinning Sirius Black.

“What’s wrong, Moony? Forgot your wand? Or has the heat gotten into your head and you forgot you can actually use magic?” Sirius winked. Remus frowned, his throat suddenly dry at the sight of Sirius setting the parchments on the floor and sauntering towards him. “No retort? My, you’ve gotten dull, Monsieur Moony,” Sirius continued, moving closer to Remus. Remus stepped backwards until he felt the warm stone wall press against his back. Sirius steps closer and rests a hand on the wall beside Remus’ head. Remus swallowed audibly, his eyes traitorously straying to Sirius’ lips.

“Maybe the heat did get to you,” Sirius murmured, raising his hand and touching Remus’ forehead, where a good amount of sweat has collected. At Remus’ lack of response, Sirius moved his hand to touch the other’s cheek. But before it could get there, Remus grabbed Sirius’ wrist, hard. “Don’t test me,” he gritted out, as he glared at Sirius, who just raised an eyebrow as if challenged. At this, Remus grabbed at Sirius shirt, pulling him down and crushing his lips against the taller man.

There was nothing chaste or gentle about this kiss. Both men pushed, with tongues on a furious duel for dominance and teeth clicking against each other, biting at swollen lips. It went on until both were dizzy for air. Remus looks up at Sirius, eyes glazing over as he sees blood pooling at Sirius’ bottom lip. He reaches out and wipes it with his thumb, which he then brought to his mouth—the coppery taste tearing a moan from him. He wanted more.

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The next thing he knew, Remus was pressed against a blackboard, Sirius having maneuvered them into an empty classroom as they kissed, frenzied. Remus lets out a breathy moan as Sirius wedges a thigh between his legs, his mouth working unrelentingly on Remus’ neck, hands roaming everywhere. He rubs himself against that powerful thigh, feeling as if he would explode if nothing happens right now.

As if on cue, the thigh retracted, only to be replaced by Sirius’ hands, clumsily unbuttoning and pulling Remus’ pants down. Once the pants pooled around his ankle, he felt the same hands lifting him, positioning his thighs on either side of the other’s waist. Oh. His shaft came into full contact with Sirius’ (when did he remove his pants?), causing his eyes to close on their own accord. And then, Sirius started moving, and Remus can only hang onto his shoulders, breath coming in short pants.

He grabbed fistfuls of Sirius’ hair, wanting something… just something. And oh, did Sirius give him something, as he felt a finger worming its way into him, quickly followed by another. Remus moved his hips faster, rubbing himself furiously against Sirius, and in the process, trying to impale himself more on those fingers. He whimpered, wanting something more.

Remus almost bit Sirius’ shoulder when the fingers withdrew. Instead, he gasped, burying his face on the crook of Sirius’ neck as he felt that something enter him. He felt stretched beyond his limit, pain shooting up his spine. His thighs contracted, as he unconsciously raised himself to move away from Sirius’ shaft.

Bloody, fuckin’ Merlin. Sirius’ breath hitched as he felt smooth walls contracting around his shaft. Too tight. He felt Remus’ thighs stiffen against him. He ground his teeth, as he felt the walls slide around him as Remus tried to raise himself. Too much. He grabs Remus’ hips hard, effectively steadying him. He can feel Remus’ breath, hot and heavy, on his neck.

They stayed like that for a while, bodies connected, unmoving—their pants the only sound in the room. Slowly, Sirius moves his hips, tearing a strained moan from Remus. It didn’t take long before they were moving against each other at a furious pace.

Remus could feel the heat caused by the friction between his back and the blackboard, could feel Sirius’ hands gripping his thighs. Sweat rolled down his temple as he gripped Sirius tighter. He was fast reaching his peak, his whimpers becoming louder and higher pitched.

Their bodies continued sliding against each other until Remus came, seeing white behind his closed eyelids, his ears ringing from the sheer intensity. Sirius felt Remus’s body arch against him, simultaneous with powerful contractions around him. His mind turned blank as he spilled inside Remus, who unconsciously milked him off the last of his essence.

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Without the adrenaline pumping through his body, Sirius felt the weight of Remus’ limp form against him. Carefully, he lowered Remus to the floor, with him following beside his friend. He stole a glance at Remus, who remained unmoving, except for a hand that slowly rubbed circles on his lower abdomen.

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Remus sighed as his back came into contact with the cold floor. He stared at the ceiling, as he allowed his body to descend from the high. He closed his eyes as he began to feel the familiar heaviness on his hips.

“That was good,” Sirius spoke up, unable to stay silent for long periods. Remus only managed a weak glare. “It’s new. It’s different, yeah?” Remus scoffed, “It wasn’t any different for you. You just did as you usually do.” “It was, believe me. I mean, it is, you know, sort of the same but the feel was different—it was more intense… aggressive. I-I like it.”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. “Moony… Listen. Why don’t we find out more? Let’s see the limits to this. What do you think?”

Remus remained silent.

Sirius grinned, knowing what it means.

A/N: Next chapter in the works! Please review!
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