S m u t, handjobs and a brat tamer Remus
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Grey meets brown. A pointer taps on Remus' temple. Sirius' teasing smirk grows.
"We are in public." Remus warned. His wine glass covering the blush spreading on his face.
"That never stopped you before." Sirius replies cooly, his hand still hovering over Remus' zipper.
The party was bustling with life, particularly their table. Everyone was there even Marlene and Dorcas who came back from their adventure somewhere in Eastern Europe. Even with all the conversation around them, Remus' attention was on the mischievous Black and his sneakier hand.
Sirius absent-mindedly continues palming Remus under the table. Thankfully the pristine white table cloth covered what his was doing.
"Sirius Orion Black." Remus grumbles.
The name's owner bats his eyelashes back at him innocently. "Remus John Lupin." He sing-songs.
Remus takes a deep breath. Chanting "patience is a virtue" in his mind, his arm goes behind Sirius so his hand rests on the Black's nape. To anyone watching, it seems like an affectionate gesture between husbands but to Sirius ? He sinks in his chair.
Remus massages the back of his neck. Slowly, crawling upwards to tug lightly on Sirius' tied hair. This earns him a low, badly suppressed sigh. Luckily the music and chatter hid Sirius' desperation.
"Do you still want to continue your little game, Black ?" He whispers right on the shell of Sirius' ear.
"You should know Lupin. I don't start a game I can't finish." Sirius bites back.
Remus eyes their table. Everyone was talking amongst themselves. Some even getting up to hop on the dance floor. Now's the perfect time to, actually, get on with it.
Sirius stands up, gaining attention of the few people still in their table.
"Where you off to Black ?"
The man shrugs. "Gotta take a leak."
Remus scoffs. Total bullshit. Sirius is luring him to a trap, they both know his tactic too well. Sirius leaves after dragging his pointer finger slowly under Remus' chin. Sirius gives him a wink once he sees how hot and bothered Remus had gotten.
The werewolf lets him "go to the bathroom". Taking another sip of his wine, he maps out Sirius' body in his imagination. Which part of him should he devour first ? What a tough decision.
Remus stands. The others ask him the same question, he simply says he needed a drink from the bar. They let him go without suspicion.
He passes the bar and the dance floor, cringing slightly at the half drunken waltzing. His eyes quickly found a bathroom sign through a marble floor corridor.
Accordingly, the band played some slow jazz. Complete with a saxophone solo. Remus rolls the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to his elbows. He knows a session with Sirius is bound to be a little... messy.
Thankfully, the men's room was in fact a personal room. Similar to one in a plane, they have the bathroom to themselves. Remus knocks on the door twice. Fearing Sirius wasn't behind it.
The dark wooden door creaked open, just enough for Remus to slip in. He locks the door from the inside for extra measure but he knows they're safe. All Remus had to do was drag the "out of order" sign in front of the door. Noone's going to bother them.
Neither said anything. Remus stands with his back against the door, arms circling Sirius' waist as the small gazes up to his eyes. On a normal day, this would've been daisies and lovey. But tonight's not a normal night.
