Moonlit Bonds

8. Forbidden Love

Warning: Following chapter has a lot of smut. PG18!

The warm glow of the fireplace cast a cozy ambiance in the Gryffindor Common Room, its flickering flames dancing across the walls. As the evening stretched on, one by one, the students bid their goodnights, heading off to their respective dormitories. The room gradually emptied, leaving only two figures behind—Moony and Padfoot, their shadows stretching across the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls.

Moony, with his soft features and gentle demeanour, leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames. He was lost in thought, contemplating the events of the day. Padfoot, a charismatic and rebellious presence, sat across from him, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Looks like it's just you and me, Moony," Padfoot said, his voice low and husky. There was an undercurrent of desire in his tone that Moony couldn't ignore. They had shared an unspoken attraction for months, a mutual longing that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Seems that way," Moony replied, his voice steady, but his heart was racing. He knew where this conversation might lead, and a part of him was eager to explore it.

Padfoot leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his intense gaze never leaving Moony's face. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Those full moons when you're gone, I can't help but wonder what you're up to."

Moony felt his cheeks warm at the suggestion. He knew Padfoot was well aware of his condition, the curse that transformed him into a werewolf each month. "It's not something I can control, Padfoot. You know that."

"Oh, I know," Padfoot said, his voice dropping even lower. "But that doesn't stop me from imagining what it would be like to be with you, to explore every inch of that gorgeous body of yours."

A shiver ran down Moony's spine at the explicit words. He had always admired Padfoot's confidence, his fearless nature, and the way he seemed to live life on his own terms. "Padfoot, we can't... we shouldn't even be having this conversation."

"Why not?" Padfoot challenged, his eyes flashing with determination. "We're both here, alone, and I know you feel it too. This attraction between us isn't something we can ignore forever."

Moony hesitated, torn between his desire and the unspoken rules that governed their world. But as he looked into Padfoot's piercing eyes, he saw a reflection of his own longing. "What if someone finds out?"

Padfoot stood up and slowly walked towards Moony, his movements purposeful. "No one's going to find out. Not unless we want them to." He knelt in front of Moony, their faces now mere inches apart. "I want this, Moony. I want you."

Moony's breath caught in his throat as Padfoot's lips brushed against his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a question, a gentle invitation, and Moony couldn't resist answering. He parted his lips, and their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance. Padfoot's hands cupped Moony's face, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent. Padfoot's hands roamed over Moony's body, tracing the contours of his chest through his thin shirt. Moony moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Padfoot's shoulders, pulling him closer. He could feel Padfoot's desire, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh.

Breaking the kiss, Padfoot trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down Moony's neck, sucking gently on his pulse point. "I want to taste every part of you," he whispered, his breath hot against Moony's skin.

Moony arched his neck, offering himself to Padfoot's eager mouth. "Then take me," he breathed, his voice hoarse with need.

Padfoot's hands worked quickly, deftly unbuttoning Moony's shirt, exposing his pale, toned chest. He kissed and licked his way down, paying homage to each newly revealed inch of skin. His hands slid beneath the fabric, eliciting a gasp from Moony as he teased and pinched his sensitive nipples.

"You're so beautiful, Moony," Padfoot murmured, his lips brushing against Moony's chest. "I want to make you feel good, so fucking good."

Moony's head fell back as Padfoot's mouth closed around one taut nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. His hands tangled in Padfoot's hair, urging him on. "Please... more," he pleaded.

Padfoot obliged, moving down Moony's body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. He unfastened Moony's belt and slid his trousers down his thighs, revealing his straining erection. Moony's cock was thick and long, already glistening with pre-cum at its tip.

Padfoot wrapped his hand around the base of Moony's shaft, pumping it slowly as he took the head into his warm mouth. Moony's hips bucked off the chair, driving his length deeper into Padfoot's throat. He moaned; the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"Fuck, Padfoot," he gasped, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. "Your mouth feels incredible."

Padfoot hummed in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Moony's body. He sucked and licked, his hand working in perfect rhythm with his mouth. Moony was lost in a haze of pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the incredible sensations.

As Padfoot's mouth worked its magic, his fingers ventured lower, teasing at Moony's tight hole. Moony's breath hitched as he felt one long finger press against his entrance. "Easy, Moony," Padfoot whispered, his breath hot against Moony's balls. "Let me prepare you."

Moony nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Padfoot's finger slowly breached him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He worked his finger gently, stretching and preparing Moony for what was to come.

"You feel so fucking good," Padfoot groaned, his voice strained with desire. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently as he continued to suck and lick Moony's throbbing cock.

"Padfoot... please," Moony begged, his body on the brink of release.

Padfoot pulled away, his mouth glistening with Moony's essence. "Not yet, Moony. I want to be inside you when you come."

Moony whimpered, desperate for completion. Padfoot positioned himself at Moony's entrance, his cock slick with pre-cum. With one smooth thrust, he filled Moony, their bodies joining in a perfect, intimate union.

"Oh gods," Moony cried out, his body adjusting to the invasion. Padfoot's hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

"You feel incredible, Moony," Padfoot panted, his eyes locked with Moony's. "So tight... so fucking perfect."

Moony's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. He clung to Padfoot, his fingers digging into his shoulders as Padfoot pounded into him with increasing urgency.

"Touch yourself, Moony," Padfoot urged, his voice thick with desire. "Stroke that beautiful cock while I fuck you."

Moony obeyed, his hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping in time with Padfoot's thrusts. He was so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Cum for me, Moony," Padfoot growled, his hips snapping forward, driving deep into Moony's willing body. "Let me feel it."

Moony's release hit him like a lightning strike. His cock pulsed and throbbed in his hand, hot jets of cum shooting onto his stomach and Padfoot's hand. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his vision blurring as he cried out.

Padfoot followed moments later, his own release flooding Moony's hole, his body trembling as he filled Moony with his seed. He collapsed onto Moony, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, their hearts racing in unison.

As their breathing slowed, Padfoot raised himself on his elbows, gazing down at Moony with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. "That was incredible, Moony. Forbidden love never felt so good."

Moony smiled, his eyes sparkling with post-coital bliss. "It certainly did, Padfoot. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

In that moment, as they lay entwined in front ofthe crackling fireplace, the world beyond the Gryffindor Common Room seemed tofade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the aftermath of theirforbidden passion.