Part 2 because yall asked so nicely
CW: sex, no plot just sexy times
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The medical kit lands with a thud on the table. After showering, Remus sits with his shirt off, patiently waiting for Sirius to fix him up. Meanwhile, Sirius feels the butterflies swarming inside from the way Remus was staring at him.
"Quit it will you ?" He asks with a shy smile.
"Nah I don't think I want to."
Sirius turns to him, cotton ball dipped in antiseptic ready in his hands. Remus makes room for him to stand between his legs.
"Don't need to get impatient Mr. Lupin. You'll have me anyway."
Remus shrugs, wincing a little when Sirius cleans the cut on his forehead.
"What can I say, I'm a greedy man."
Remus' hands go to either side of Sirius' thighs. The smaller raised his eyebrow at that, earning an eyeroll from Remus.
"I am just innocently asking you to sit on my lap." He says, emphasizing on "innocent".
Sirius obliges, making himself comfortable on his boyfriend. He returns his attention to dabbing some of the antiseptic around the wounds on Remus' cheek. But, the longer he tries focusing away from Remus, the more handsy the latter got.
It started with those big palms resting on Sirius' thighs. Then they slowly traveled up, squeezing just enough to get Sirius bothered.
"Remus." He warns.
Sirius curses his boyfriends baby-like brown eyes.
"What ? I'm just holding my boyfriend. Is that not allowed ?"
The palms rub him up and down. Remus smirks, feeling the tremble from Sirius' usually steady hands on his face. The way Sirius eyelids flutter shut for a second, as if trying to recenter his focus on the task at hand.
"Remus !" Sirius whines the second Remus' hands slip under his shirt.
"Yes cariño ?"
Remus loves this part; the teasing. He knows how squirmy Sirius gets when he's on the brink. His hands hold Sirius' waist, thumbs caressing the soft skin even more. He could feel the goosebumps and the shivers as he inches upwards.
Sirius' breath came out shaken. "Remus John Lupin. There's only one way I can get through healing you."
Remus tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. "How ?"
Sirius couldn't fathom how the devilish man turned cute in an instant when he's been tormenting him the whole time.
He grabs the handcuffs on the table and Remus connects the dots. He smirk only grows wider, obviously excited.
"Oh.. he knows how to play." Remus willingly puts his hands behind his back.
Luckily the chair he sat on had empty space behind him. Sirius easily cuffs the naughty hands in place and returns to his initial position.
"Now, be patient. I only have your jaw and your lips to heal."
"Yes sir. But," Remus leans to whisper in Sirius' ear. "don't think you're off the hook just because my hands are cuffed."
Sirius was about to say something, only to come out stuttering. Remus had rolled his hips upwards. And, oh, Sirius could feel the fate waiting for him.
"You're not gonna make this easy huh ?" Sirius shakes his head.
"Nope." Remus says, popping the "P".
