‘I want to.’
Almost before the words had left Remus’ mouth, lips were pressing against his and for an instant, he stopped breathing. His head spun from the cacophany of sensation that soft flesh created inside him and he closed his eyes against the sickening, dizzy rush of blood.
Their lips slid awkwardly against each other at first, both of them breathing heavily into each others' mouths then Sirius groaned against Remus' lips.
‘Merlin, Moony. This isn’t right.’
Remus moaned a little noise of agreement, but neither of them pulled away. Neither wanted to want this, to need this, but they didn't know how to stop it now.
They didn't know if they wanted to stop it now.
So, instead of coming to an end with Sirius' words, the kiss became less hesitant.
There was none of the gentleness they would have used with a girl - they nipped and bit and forced their tongues past lips and teeth in an attempt to claim supremacy. The kiss was almost angry; their brutality revenge for the forbidden lust they stirred in the other.
The air in their curtained cocoon became thick with moans and bitten-off cries and, with a loud groan of surrender, Sirius pushed Remus onto his back. Neither wore shirts and Remus shoved the sheet between them down, wanting to feel Sirius’ skin against his, then gasped when the contact burnt like fire.
‘Fuck.’
Sirius' mumbled curse filled Remus’ mouth and he felt a surge of desire, his grip on his restraint slipping considerably knowing Sirius was as needy as he was. With what only could be described as a growl, he pushed against Sirius, flipping them so he was pressed against the brunette’s now reclining body. He ducked and tucked his head into Sirius’ neck, breathing deeply to try and regain some control as it struck him that this was what had happened last full moon - him trying to gain dominance over Sirius. It hadn‘t been play between the pups that got a little rough - it had been a mating ritual.
Remus and Moony both wanted this.
His body shuddered at the realisation and Sirius whined very canine-like into his ear when he felt the tremor. Remus felt the wolf inside him stir as he sank his hands into the raven hair and unthinkingly bit down where neck met shoulder.
Sirius groaned and writhed underneath him, his voice hoarse when he whispered,‘Oh, that feels good.’
With Remus’ swift twisting movement, the sheets had slipped down to tangle at their feet and their boxer short clad bodies were lying toe to toe, mouth to mouth and groin to groin... as Remus realised when Sirius arched up. Hard flesh collided and gasps escaped almost violently from their lips as their insides twisted with urgent need.
‘OhmygodSirius!’
The usually articulate Remus’ almost unintelligible whisper made Sirius moan anew and the dark haired boy arched up again. This time, Remus was ready and met his insistent thrust with one of his own. Breathing so fast that his chest hurt, Remus gave one more lunge before he realised that he was too close, that this was going to go too far and he wrenched himself out of Sirius’ desperate embrace, sitting up on the end of the bed with his face in his hands.
Their tortured breathing was the only sound for almost a minute then the bed shifted and Remus felt the heat from Sirius’ body searing his skin.
‘Moony? Too much?’
‘Yeah, I…I’m too…’
He couldn’t say it; couldn’t let his friend, his best friend, know how much he turned him on. But then…
