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Mentions of sexual harassment

Sirius was uncomfortable Somtimes with how far Remus went during sex, or how far he wanted to go during sex, subsequently Sirius was always, always careful. It wasn't for him, it barely got him off but he did it for Remus. Sometimes after ward Remus Would ask what it was like and if he got the same euphoric feeling he did.
Sirius lied through his teeth, not exactly, he would say "I think I know what you mean" even though he didn't, he thought maybe he could understand if he tried hard enough.
Remus knew, if course he knew, and one day he decided to ask, to just sit down and say "I know you don't enjoy the sex we have." And that necessarily wasn't true, Sirius did enjoy it but he also just wanted what Remus wanted. He wanted to make Remus feel good, not even with sex, he wanted to take care of Remus. He got food when Remus was hungry, he got pot when Remus wanted to cut the edge, he wanted to cradle Remus when he was sad, wanted to soothe him to sleep because Remus was precious, and precious things deserved to be well taken care of. So he did enjoy the sex, enjoyed the little happy face Remus made, the way Remus squeezed his hand he he could he was getting a little overwhelmed
There was one thing Sirius did enjoy that wasn't so vanilla, body worship, it wasn't nearly as bold and sadistic, dominant and gruesome, but that didn't matter, it was besides the point of it all. The poitnt was that even if the rough stuff wasn't Sirius cup of tea, he still enjoyed it thoroughly.
It wouldn't be the same, after, sirius wasn't sure if he could still walk down 12th ave and not sneak a quick glance at the basement door under the pub, with the tiny flashing light signaling that it was welcoming guests.
And Sirius wasn't sure that he wanted to be one of those people, the bdsm gods who knew the best of the best. He didn't think he could take it. He had off days, the days where he just didn't want to be touched, because he was back to when her was 16 and he felt as if he was locked in his head.

"Sirius! You have to get to work!"
Sirius finally opened his eyes to meet Remus and groaned "listen, I know you had a long night, but we need the money. I'm sorry." Sirius sat up and checked the clock. 10 to 11. He was perfectly on time. "Remus, stop waking me up early saying I'm late, when you know damn well i was up until 3am using you like a fucking finger puppet while you had a nice pretty orgasm and went to sleep." Remus got up with him and followed him to the bathroom where he appreciatively kissed Sirius cheek "yes and I love you and thank you every day for it." Sirius smiled back, because how could he be mad, when there was so much love in his heart that he needed to poor into someone
Sirius took Remus face in his hands and kissing him hard, tugging at the back of his head, curling his fingers into his hair and relishing in everything- in Remus and in his soft tongue and the slip of his teeth, because Sirius was selfish and he wanted, wanted everything. "It's a little early, don't you think?" Sirius shook his head, because that's not what he wanted. He wanted kisses and praises and a lazy day "no- i don't want that. I lie in- a lazy handjob at most.I wanna appreciate you" and sometimes Remus thought everything Sirius said was inherently philosophical but it never was, it was just spewing bullshit but Remus listened, when no one else did.