A spellbinding tale of forbidden love, deep friendships, and dangerous secrets. Set against the magical backdrop of Hogwarts, the story follows Remus Lupin and Sirius Black as they navigate their way through love and loyalty. As their friendship dee...
Warning:Following chapter has a lot of smut. PG18!
As the team's cheers echoed through the stadium and the crowd began to disperse, Moony couldn't shake the weight in his chest. He watched Padfoot—his grin wide, his arm slung around Prongs as they basked in the glory of their win. Yet even through the haze of celebration, Padfoot's eyes kept flicking towards Moony, the usual bravado faltering whenever their gazes met.
Moony knew he couldn't keep running from this. The dream, the connection, the fear—it all had to mean something, and whatever it was, he needed to confront it. The locker room buzzed with chatter and laughter; a cacophony of noise that made Moony feel even more isolated. His heart pounded as he made his way to the changing rooms, thoughts racing. He needed to tell Padfoot. He needed to know if the dream, the strange pull between them, meant something real—or if he was just losing his mind.
Padfoot, still at the centre of attention, noticed Moony immediately. His grin faltered when their eyes locked, a flash of understanding passing between them. He knew. Somehow, Padfoot knew that the dream was more than just a coincidence, that whatever was happening between them wasn't just in their heads.
Moony felt his pulse quicken as he nodded towards a quieter room of the locker room. Padfoot, always so effortlessly confident, hesitated for a fraction of a second before following. As they moved away from the noise and chaos of the team, the silence between them grew heavy, thick with anticipation. Neither of them spoke at first, standing close but not touching, eyes searching for answers in each other's faces.
Moony felt his breath catch in his throat. It was now or never. But before he could say anything, Padfoot closed the distance between them. His hand brushed against Moony's arm, a barely-there touch, but it sent a jolt through Moony's body. And then, without a word, Padfoot leaned in.
As Padfoot's lips met Moony's, the kiss deepened with each passing moment. Moony's hands slid under Padfoot's shirt, his fingers tracing the contours of his back as they pressed closer together. Padfoot groaned softly; the sound lost in the fervour of their kiss. His hands slid down to grip Moony's waist, pulling him flush against his body.
"Padfoot," Moony breathed against his lips, his voice husky with desire. "I... I don't know what's happening to me."
Padfoot pulled back slightly, his dark eyes filled with a mix of lust and understanding. "I know, Moony," he whispered, his voice equally husky. "I've been feeling it too. And I don't want to stop. I want you."
With that, Padfoot's lips were back on Moony's, the kiss hungry and desperate. Moony felt like he was drowning, lost in the heat of Padfoot's touch, the press of his body against his own. The world outside ceased to exist, the only thing that mattered was the way Padfoot's lips moved against his, the way their breaths mingled, fast and uneven.
They stumbled backward, crashing into the nearest wall, neither of them caring about the noise they made. Padfoot's body pressed against his, pinning him to the cool stone, and Moony's hands roamed across Padfoot's back, clutching at him like he was afraid to let go. Every touch, every movement was filled with intensity, as though they were trying to make up for all the time, they had spent pretending this didn't exist.
Padfoot's hands were everywhere, tangling in Moony's hair, gripping his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Moony could feel the heat of Padfoot's body, the way his muscles flexed beneath his touch. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but respond to the overwhelming heat of Padfoot's mouth on his, their bodies pressed so close together that it felt like they were melding into one.
And then, in a flurry of movement, they were on the floor, hands tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin. Moony's shirt was gone in an instant, and Padfoot's hands were on his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Moony groaned, the sound low and primal, and Padfoot responded with a growl of his own.
They were moving against each other, hips grinding, seeking the friction they both craved. Moony's hands were on Padfoot's waistband, tugging, desperate to feel him. And then they were naked, bodies pressed together, skin against skin.
Padfoot's lips were on Moony's neck, hot and insistent, and Moony felt himself arching into the touch. "Please," he breathed, the word a desperate plea. "I need you."
Padfoot's eyes met his, dark and filled with desire. "I need you too," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I've always needed you, Moony."
And with that, Padfoot was inside him, the initial pain giving way to pleasure. Moony cried out, his hands clutching at Padfoot's back, and Padfoot paused, letting him adjust. But Moony didn't want to wait. He wanted Padfoot, all of him, now.
"More," he breathed, his hips arching to meet Padfoot's. "Please, Padfoot. I want you."
Padfoot groaned, the sound deep and raw, and he began to move. Each thrust was deep, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through Moony's body. They were moving together, bodies connected, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.
Moony could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his abdomen. He knew he was close, so close, and Padfoot was right there with him. They were moving faster now, their bodies slick with sweat, their lips meeting in desperate, hungry kisses.
And then, in a burst of heat and light, they were coming. Moony's back arched, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm, and Padfoot was right there with him, his own release coming in hot spurts of pleasure.
They lay there for a long moment, breathing heavily, their bodies still connected. Moony could feel Padfoot's heart pounding against his chest, and it matched the wild rhythm of his own. This was more than the dream, more than the strange connection they'd shared. This was real, and it was happening right here, right now. And for the first time, Moony didn't feel afraid. He didn't feel confused. He felt alive.
Just for fun, here is an extra image for all WolfStar lovers.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
