'Sirius...fuck...!'
Remus' hands tightened convulsively in the jet-black hair as he arched his back, pleasure spiraling through him as Sirius' fucking incredible mouth sent him tumbling head over heels into ecstasy.
Breathing hard, Remus opened his clenched eyes, muscles still quivering as after-shocks washed over him. Sirius was kneeling between his legs, teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his hand stroked his hard and weeping cock so fast it was almost a blur.
Remus tried to order his liquidized muscles to push him up; to help finish Sirius off, but he couldn't move his heavy limbs.
'Sirius...' he whispered, eyes lifting to look the Animagus in the eye.
'Merlin, I love the way you say my name,' Sirius muttered breathlessly, his other hand moving to cup the heavy, tight sac between his legs. 'Fuck...fuck...'
'Come on me.'
The words were out before Remus even realised that was what he wanted, but when he heard them resonating in the air, he was pleased he hadn't given himself time to think. He wanted to see Sirius come, wanted to feel that warmth on his skin and the expression on Sirius' face as the other boy marked Remus as his.
Sirius' eyes widened in surprise, but, even if he'd wanted to, he couldn't have stopped himself from doing exactly what Remus had demanded; the werewolf's words had stripped him of the last of his control and, with a loud cry, he came. Both boys watched as thick ropes of ejaculate landed on Remus already sticky stomach and Remus felt his supposedly spent cock throb as blood rushed to fill it. Sirius moaned - a combination of satiation and exhaustion - and collapsed onto Remus, his warm come slippery between their bellies.
'You are...Merlin, Moony. You are full of fucking surprises,' Sirius puffed, adjusting his body so he fit along the hard planes of Remus'.
Remus smiled and pressed his lips to the other boy's temple. 'I surprise myself sometimes,' he muttered, wriggling a little and flushing at his own boldness.
They lay in silence, the bedside clock's steady tick tick tick the only sound other than that of their slowing respiration.
'Mum hated that clock,' Remus mused to himself silently, realising that the oppressive grief that had been weighing heavily on his chest since he'd said goodbye to his mother was a little lighter than it had been a week earlier.
Thanks to Sirius.
The corners of his mouth turned up. Sirius had chanced being caught by Mr Lupin, sneaking into the werewolf’s room each night where he spent long hours paying Remus back for all the oral attention the other boy had plied upon him that had gone un-reciprocated telling Remus, 'You got a head start...' then falling about in laughter at his own double-entendre.
Not that he needed any bloody practice. Sirius Black really is just naturally good at every damn thing.
It wasn't all wanking and blow jobs, though. Sirius never forced Remus to discuss his mother, but carefully probed and prodded until Remus' walls tumbled down and the werewolf revealed to Sirius the true depth of his grief. Sirius was powerless to do anything for him other than hold him, kiss him and try to reassure him that, in time, the pain would ease.
And it did. Slowly, Remus found himself smiling more often and crying less and now, as the holidays were coming to a close, he knew he was ready to face another monster he'd been trying to avoid.
It was time to talk to his father about his sexuality.
'Sirius...'
'Mmm?' Sirius murmured, stretching a little then twisting his neck to stare up at Remus.
