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Naked on your Chain	By : flagfish Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 6160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They had Remus lie down on his back. It was embarrassing, but not as bad as he expected, because they were discussing the logistics of it all throughout, and they were so casually Padfoot and Prongs the way he'd always known them that, in a sense, it really did feel like another one of their schemes.
"All right, Moony?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded, his long legs stretched carefully over the covers, the digits of his hands prying idly at the sheets. Sirius stopped a moment to gaze him up and down, and it really wasn't like he'd not seen him disrobed in the past, but now he was really paying attention. He moved the slack end of his leash aside so it wouldn't interfere and reached with curious attention to slide one hand over Moony's shoulder, then his chest, the alternating ridges of ribs and his flat abdomen from there, and Remus squirmed because it tickled, and then turned on his side and laughed.
James snickered; Sirius smiled. "That tickle?" he asked, and Remus returned to lying on his back, abdominal muscles still tense as he padded absently at his stomach and laughed, "Yeah, sorry—"
"Where else you ticklish?" Sirius asked, and Remus shook his head. "Just here," he said, long fingers tapping at his flat abdomen, and Sirius laid his hand gently there, deliberately slow so it wouldn't affect him so much. "Here?" he asked, and Remus nodded.
"Right, I'll be careful there."
His long limbs folded elegantly as he proceeded then to lie down over Remus, one leg in-between his thighs and one beside him, and Remus stiffened all at once, gazing in mute panic around him and scrambling to prop himself up by the elbows; it was too much.
"Oi…!" he stammered, going entirely red, and James shook his head, "Too soon, mate."
Sirius gazed down at the boy panicking beneath him, one eyebrow raised. "Moony," he shook his head, "Come off it."
"I've— not—"
"Shh—" Sirius leaned his face very close to Remus', black hair draping over his face as he kissed him. "You've not lain down with someone else without clothes on."
Remus didn't reply; he was frozen partway in place after the kiss, legs bent a little in a forgotten attempt at escape.
"Right, Moony," Sirius said, and it was the same tone of voice as when he'd speak to him in class or on the lawn, "What was it you asked Prongs the other day?"
For a moment, Remus wasn't sure to what he'd referred; but he remembered soon enough. "I asked… I asked what you were like—"
He was defeated and a little embarrassed. Sirius smiled, gently kissing him again.
"Did you?" his voice issued humid and warm, lips just brushing on his.
Slowly, Remus' legs relaxed on the mattress and his hands came very carefully over Sirius' sides.
"I…I did—"
"And what did Prongs ask you?" the words ghosted immaterial in the small space between them, just barely audible.
Remus flushed. "He asked if I…if I wanted…."
"Wanted what?"
"If I wanted to f…fuck you—"
Sirius regarded him quietly for several moments, almost kissing again when his voice came low and hoarse; "And do you?"
There came a long pause. Remus' breath trembled against the other boy's lips; even James stared with curious fascination, for once at a loss for words.
"Who doesn't," Remus murmured back.
James smirked.
Sirius finally kissed Remus, drawing slowly away with a satisfied smile. His voice was still empathetic, but back to more of his usual tone. "Right then, come off it."
"That ought to make him much less nervous, Pads," James said, now twirling Sirius' wand expertly in one hand.
"Sod off."
It definitely made Remus more nervous; but it also got him hot, and he wondered how much of it Sirius actually meant. He didn't really mean all the way, did he, had they really gone that far…?
His hands slid gently over Sirius' back; it was flawless and smooth, there were the protruding iliac crests at his hips, his member still a bit wet from before; I can't do this, Remus thought, if that's really what he—
He'd told them he was brave of heart, but something like this was complex—
Then again, no one said they were actually talking specifically about sex; it occurred to him that if it were that simple, they'd likely have told him outright. Sirius finally withdrew from above him, long arms sliding away as he moved backward and finally took his place between Remus' legs. He took note of the fact that Remus was completely hard and smirked knowingly, because he was hard, too, and he reached to take him in his hand.
As on impulse, Remus' hands darted toward his in modesty as to keep him from doing so, but Sirius got there first. "What, you want me to ignore it?" he asked, and Remus stared at his large hand on him and the fingers gently moving.
"No—just—"
"Just what?"
"Just—it's—sensitive—"
Sirius raised an eyebrow; his hand still was moving.
"Bollocks," Remus muttered, eyes closing and head dropping back on the sheets.
"Good man."
Moving farther back, Sirius then leaned over him, and it was the sweep of his hair past Remus' abdomen that got his attention again, and this time no protest issued forth, but instead Remus watched transfixed as Sirius slid his tongue to lap at just the very tip of his member.
"Fucking hell—"
It came desperate and strained, and Remus' expression froze completely in a moment of astonishment, because it was every bit as good as he'd heard.
"Do that again—"
He sputtered, and James let out a bark of laughter, and Sirius snickered, as well, "That's well cute—"
Remus didn't care. Far past the point of shame, he only wanted to feel it again. "Shut up, both of you, Padfoot, please—"
"Should've started with that, Pads," James remarked, "he'd give you much less trouble."
Remus meant to tell him to shut up again, but the words never came. He didn't care; what Sirius did to him then was, hands down, the best thing he'd ever felt. When Padfoot went back to doing it, Moony clutched hard at the sheets, muttering expletives under his breath as he turned his head aside and shut his eyes. Now James was watching with mild amusement, he actually slid Sirius' hair aside so that he could see.
"Yeah—" Sirius said as he momentarily drew his mouth away, "Reckon you're right, I should've started with that."
"Fuck off," Remus breathed halfheartedly, but it was true that he'd gone completely complacent; he thought he'd let Sirius do anything he wanted if he only kept that up. Sirius took him back in his mouth and ran his tongue on him, and he was as good at that as he was at kissing; he took him all the way in until it slid against the back of his throat, and James called him a slag, and Remus cursed in desperation—
His member emerged slick and brilliant when it slipped back out, and Sirius slid his hand firmly along the wet length, profane sounds issuing forth; "C'mere, Prongs," he said, and Remus was caught in a moment of something like panic, but it went mostly forgotten when Sirius lapped at him again.
"It's you he wants to shag, mate," James said.
"Will you just come here?"
Coming here when prompted was also something James reserved only for Sirius.
The wet member glistened slick in his hand, fluid emanating clear from the tip and streaming over Sirius' fingers and down along its length; he took him in his mouth for a few moments more before withdrawing, liquid clinging to his lips when he moved away. James regarded him as though trying to decide on the most appropriate derogatory term, but before he'd made up his mind, Sirius said simply, "Open—" and he held his slick fingers up to James' lips.
James gazed back in confusion. "Mate, that's Moony."
"Yeah," Sirius said, and he pressed the fingers deliberately into James' mouth, "that's Moony."
James' eyebrows rose to his hairline, but before he could reach with his hands to take the digits out, the damage was done; they already were pressed down inside his mouth, and he let a small sound of defeat. Sirius was grinning triumphantly when he slid them back out, then traced a line along James' lower lip before he moved in to kiss him.
"I worry about you, Pads," James said as he slowly moved away, and he watched as Sirius bent down over Remus to take him into his mouth again.
"Right, Prongs, don't be a tit now, I need your help."
"Bloody hell, you didn't need help when you did it to me."
"You were complacent."
"He's complacent."
"Wouldn't be so complacent if I stopped, would he?"
"I can hear everything you're saying—" Remus interjected, but it took effort of him to concentrate enough.
"See? He's not complacent."
Remus would have protested more, and Sirius knew he would, so he went back to his ministrations after that. He spoke from over the tip of Remus' member when he asked James over again.
"Come on already."
James hesitated before putting the wand down and taking his place at Remus' side. Sirius withdrew, his lips and chin and the sides of his mouth entirely wet, and he regarded James with a challenging smirk. "Remember, brave of heart." For a few moments, he could almost see the inner conflict play out within James before arrogance won and he accepted the challenge.
"Right, on with it, then," James finally said.
Remus again was partway to protesting when he realized what was about to transpire, but it happened anyway. James leaned over him and actually took him in his mouth, and whatever words Remus had prepared died at the back of his throat as he stared with mute astonishment.
"Prongs—"
He whispered weakly in a moment of stunned surrender; James actually winked.
Remus spent the next several seconds staring mutely at him, thinking that certainly James would much rather be with Evans, or much rather be with Sirius, and aware he'd never intended to do it to him. "You don't— have to—" he said so softly it was barely audible, and James became aware Remus had gone very shy.
He wanted to tell him it was just for a laugh, and that he shouldn't worry himself over it, or he's just helping out Padfoot— but he didn't say any of that. "We're all up to no good, Moony," he replied instead, "of course we have to."
Sirius shook his head and emitted a chuckle of amusement, "Thank you, Mister Prongs."
He moved farther back on the mattress between Remus' legs, then carefully pressed his thighs apart; he heard Remus begin to murmur, "What are you—" when he proceeded gently to kiss his inner thigh, hands caressing the tender flesh there. "Shut up, you'll like this," he muttered, and then reached carefully to tongue at his entrance. Remus gasped in complete surprise, as though entirely astonished that this felt good.
(On to Chapter 8)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying these guys (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) By far my favorite pairing is James/Sirius, but I could do Sirius/Remus as well; I'm aware that Sirius/Remus is a much more popular pairing, and for years I've had a very hard time finding anyone interested in RPing James/Sirius— so I'd love you if you felt like trying it out! ^^ I don't mind at all if you haven't RPd these guys before, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to this fandom or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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