The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

Cindy the Slutty Sorceress

Remus sat on the end of the bed waiting patiently for Sirius to get ready with his 'distraction', mercifully without ropes this time around. Not that he hadn't enjoyed being tied up, but he was keen to see Sirius on the receiving end next time. He felt a fluttering in his chest at the thought of Sirius being tied up, legs spread wide apart and completely at his mercy. Yes, they would have to try that at some point in the near future...

The sharp click of high heels on wood snapped Remus from his pleasant daydream and the fluttering sensation in his chest intensified. He was glad he'd taken the trouble to strip down to his trousers before they got things started; he didn't fancy fighting with his shirt and socks while they were in the throes of passion. He sat up a little straighter as the bedroom door creaked open and Sirius called through to him.

"You ready for me?" he asked.

"Ready and willing," Remus smirked. Sirius chuckled to himself.

"Oh my dear Mother, if she could see me now," he said gleefully.

"Bit of a boner killer talking about your mother, Padfoot," he pointed out.

"Ah. Right you are, Moony, sorry about that," he cleared his throat and announced, "We proudly present, for one night only—for your viewing and sexual pleasure—Cindy the Slutty Sorceress!"

Remus whistled and applauded as Sirius stepped dramatically into the bedroom, revealing his outfit in its entirety. Remus' eyes pored hungrily over the delectable sight before him: the black fishnet stockings seemed to go on forever, the high heels only accentuating his toned calves and thighs. Merlin, Sirius was all lean muscle and long legs. Sirius held his arms out and turned slowly on the spot for Remus' perusal, his heels click click clicking on the floor as he turned.

"You like?" he asked seductively, raising a pencilled eyebrow. The black corset cinched in tightly around his slim midriff giving him the illusion of a wasp-waist. His dusty pink nipples brushed against the top of the corset and Remus had to resist the temptation to grab Sirius and swipe his tongue across them. Instead, he swallowed hard as his eyes trailed lower towards the prominent bulge pressed against the black silky knickers.

"I fucking love it," Remus breathed, palming the growing erection in his trousers. Sirius' eyes followed Remus' hand movements and he ran his sinful tongue over his cupid-bow lips, which were painted ruby red.

"I can see that," he drawled, rolling his hips seductively as he stepped towards him. Placing his hands on Remus' shoulders, he straddled his lap, pressing their erections together and rolling his hips to increase the friction. Remus stifled a groan and gripped Sirius' waist tightly to steady them both.

"As you can see, I'm dressed in my Sunday best. What do you say we get out of here and paint the town red?" Sirius teased.

"I'd love to but..." Remus glanced down at the erection straining his trousers and grunted in discomfort. "This might cause me some trouble."

"Well, lucky for you I know something that can solve that," he replied silkily. He gyrated his hips and Remus felt another delicious spark of pleasure shoot through his cock and up his spine. His eyes fluttered at the sensation and he struggled to focus on anything beyond the mounting pleasure in his groin.

"Really? Umm..." he swallowed hard. "What have you got in mind?"

Sirius smirked and pressed his hand to Remus' chest, pushing him flat onto the bed before sinking to his knees between Remus' legs. Remus' heart began to race as Sirius unbuttoned his trousers and hiked them down to his ankles. Sirius paused.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asked sounding amused, running his hands licentiously over the golden hot pants Remus had hidden under his trousers. He propped himself up onto his elbows and looked expectantly at Sirius.