The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

Tip of My Tongue

Remus was stirred from his sleep by featherlight kisses on the back of his neck and fingertips trailing along the side of his body, down along his bare thigh and back up again. He peered bleary-eyed as the dull, grey light of a new morning crawled slowly along the wall of their small bedroom. Groaning with tiredness and a stab of annoyance at how early it was, he buried his face into his warm pillow and grabbed Sirius' hand, wrapping it around his waist. Sirius shuffled closer and kissed his hair.

"Morning, Remy," he whispered, throwing his leg over Remus' thigh and pressing his morning wood into the bottom of his back. Remus grumbled quietly in response and Sirius chuckled, "Is it too early in the morning to use one of your vouchers?"

"Never," he replied sleepily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Just give me five minutes to wake up."

"Why don't you just get in a comfortable position and let me do what I'm good at?" Sirius suggested silkily. "Lie on your front and spread your legs for me."

Remus' cock twitched with interest at the request and suddenly he felt much more awake.

"Mmm, okay..." Sirius disappeared under the covers and out of sight as Remus did as he was told and rolled onto his stomach, resting his forehead in his arms. "What exactly have you got in mind—oh!"

Remus was suddenly rendered mute as Sirius' dexterous fingers spread his cleft open and, without warning, the flat of his tongue swiped across his hole, sending a sharp shot of pleasure along his perineum, cock and balls. Rimming wasn't something that they did very often, but Remus enjoyed it immensely and was happy to receive it whenever the mood took Sirius. He thanked his lucky stars that it had been included as one of the activities in the sex chequebook.

Without further prompting, he shifted his knees forward, giving Sirius' tongue easier access. Sirius groaned happily and descended upon him, lapping, sucking and tongue-fucking the sensitive ring of muscles as it relaxed and clenched against his tongue. Remus let out a low moan of contentment, slowly rutting his hardening cock against the mattress to the same rhythm as Sirius' tongue-fucked him. He pressed his hips back, desperate to feel that delectable tongue deeper inside of him and Sirius happily obliged, tracing the tip of his tongue around the rim before pressing it against Remus' pulsating hole. He met little resistance and the first couple of inches easily slipped inside, causing Remus to let out a low, almost animalistic growl of pleasure as he felt the taut, wet muscle massage his inner walls.

"Fuuuck, Sirius, I'm getting close..." he whimpered. Sirius groaned loudly, sending vibrations through his tongue and into Remus' body. Remus gasped at the sensation and gripped the bedsheets beneath him before he began to lightly buck against Sirius' face. He imagined how he must look in that moment—his legs wide apart and arse cheeks spread, with Sirius' pink, wet tongue inches deep in his hole—the mere thought nearly made him climax, but it wasn't enough. He wanted Sirius to fill him up completely.

"Sirius," he gasped. "I need you to stop teasing me with your tongue and fuck me."

Sirius' tongue slipped from Remus' hole and he nipped his right arsecheek with his teeth, the slight pain and pleasure of the action making Remus shiver with anticipation. He eagerly lifted his arse higher into the air as Sirius crawled up onto his knees and lined his cock at Remus' entrance. Meeting little resistance as he sank into him to the hilt, Sirius threw his head back and groaned loudly.

"Fuck, Remus. You're so tight..."

Remus deliberately clenched around Sirius' cock, smiling to himself as he heard Sirius' breath hitch and his hips were gripped in a steadying grip. He couldn't help the breathless moan that passed his lips when Sirius almost withdrew completely from his body before sliding back in again, Sirius' cock rubbing against his prostate upon reentry.