Remus Lupin (arjayloopin) wrote in do_you_swear,
Remus Lupin
arjayloopin
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Who Sirius and Remus.
Where Prefect's bathroom.
When November 20, 1976.
What Shameless buggery.
Why Hey, they've only got a limited time here, people.



Doing away hastily with the book in his hand (he had actually finished all of his real homework and had been in the middle of The Odyssey, which could be left for later), Remus swung his legs out of bed to stand. He wasn't wearing his robes, naturally, but that was no matter--it was after school hours anyway. He did, however, glance briefly into the mirror, but there was nothing he could really do about the general rumpledness of his appearance. Of course, Sirius probably wouldn't mind, all things considered. Biting his lip, he surveyed the room once to make sure his things were neat before leaving hurriedly, taking the stairs two at a time and all but dashing out the portrait hole to make it to the Prefect's bathroom.
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Sirius had been sitting in the great hall, actually, his parchement spread out in front of him as he drew doodles on it. He had an essay to do, but he woudl get to that later, his hands pulling and pushing all his things into his bag as he made for the doors. He got some odd looks, but he couldn't help but rush for the Prefect's bathroom. After all, he hadn't had much chance to be with Remus privately at all since their first kiss, and well...He had to see if it still felt that good.

He was sure it would.
Remus's fingers had been raking through his hair; the sound of Sirius bustling in caused him to turn sharply on his heel to meet the ruffled figure.

"Sirius," he breathed, and the tone of his voice didn't seem to support the rather mischievous grin dancing across his face. He stepped forward to meet Sirius as the other boy walked toward him, palms pressing against Sirius's face to steady it as he crushed their lips together without further preamble.
Closing the door behind himself, Sirius grinned broadly at Remus' voice and his bag was dropped in a heap on the floor with his sweater which he had already taken off (it was warm in the hall). His arm wrapped around the other boy's waist automatically when his lips were captured in the passionate kiss and he pulled Remus close. Yes, it was still that good.
It was all rather haphazard--and really, Remus would have expected something different out of himself. Perhaps something more planned. But then, things were hardly ever planned very much at all when Sirius was involved. He hummed, pleased, the sound vibrating in the back of his throat as his lips parted against Sirius's.

It was so utterly good that it seemed fitting that it was darkened, at least in Remus's mind, of the vague, unwanted memory of Regulus. He shoved it away vehemently. It was Sirius he was smelling, whose grip tightened about his waist, and there could be no doubt about that.
Sirius was not ready for the parting of lips, however, a small "Hmph" escaping his lips as he leaned forward again to take possession of Remus' lips once more. His fingers moved to gaze the other boy's cheek before they were in his hair, Sirius' tongue pushing at Remus' lips to demand entrance. Everything was so heated when Remus' hips were that close to Sirius', after all.
The fingers threading through his hair were as rough as his own had been, and Remus pressed into Sirius's warmth greedily, pushing them both back until Sirius's back hit the wall. It made it easier to stretch upward, to press completely up against the other boy deliciously, breath hitching in his throat.
"Ah," Sirius huffed out when he was pushed against the wall, grinning at Remus before kissing him again with a growl. His hand free of the other's hair went to the boy's arse, squeezing it roughly as his hips thrust forward to meet the other's. This was perfect.
Remus couldn't stifle a moan, but it wasn't as though there was anyone else around. His own hands shifted upward, curling into the dark, silky strands of Sirius's hair before one slid downward in order to slid underneath the other boy's shirt. His palm met warm skin, and Remus's mind simply broke.
Arching up into the touches, Sirius groaned into the kiss, rubbing hs hips hard against Remus'. His kisses were sloppy and hard, but he couldn't help it. He needed Remus, and the boy's moans and tugs and caresses weren't helping.
Remus pulled back slightly, though he kept his face close to Sirius's, and though his mouth was rather swollen, he grinned slowly. "You know, this is horribly deviant of us. Consorting in the Prefect's bathroom and all." But he couldn't bring himself to put any emphasis behind the words; plus, his palm didn't leave Sirius's stomach. The pressure of the other boy's hips rubbing against his was driving him slowly mad, and he was already quite out of breath from kissing.
Sirius nipped at Remus' lips as he spoke, laughing softly, then shaking his head, "Look, mate, we are deviants, and you are going to have to...admit it sooner or later," He pushed his hips against Remus' roughly before moving back to slowly rubbing them together again, the heat of his friend's (and now lover) hand on his stomach welcome.
"It is rather exciting," Remus laughed, breathy, as well, though the sound was interrupted by a soft, strangled gasp at the push of Sirius's hips. He tugged impatiently at the hem of the other boy's shirt, lips trailing wetly across the line of Sirius's jaw, to that insufferable place at the corner of his mouth that always seemed to be quirked into a smirk.
Sirius laughed at the kiss and the tug, and squirmed a little to help pull off his shirt, throwing it to the side with a smirk at Remus. "There." He said, pulling the boy closer with both his arms wrapping around him, a leg raising up to wrap 'round his thighs and pull their hips together so roughly that Sirius let out a rough moan, pulling them together again as he leaned back from Remus' face, his eyes shining with the excitement of it all.

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Not caring if Peter or James were in the room, Sirius bounded up the stairs. He couldn't care less, he'd kick them out! He didn't need a reason, it was in his nature to be bossy, after all. Looking around before he called the apssword to open the portrait hole, Sirius placed a wet kiss on Remus' cheek, making sure no one saw, and ducked inside, running for the stairs with a wave to the younger students he passed, a little group of firstie girls giggling as he beamed at them. What a sight he must have been as he took off up the stairs.
The grin that stretched across Remus's face was probably more than a little foolish, but he didn't notice it much, at any rate. Coming up with an explanation for their behavior (Sirius usually was a nutter, but he doubted the girls in the Commons had seem Remus himself behave like such a madman) would have been impossible at the time, for Remus wasn't quite up for intelligible conversation at the moment. Thankfully enough, the only people in the room were first years, who were more intent on Sirius's physique than his behavior, and they managed to run up the stairs and into their room without any hassle.
And his physique was rather on display as he ran by, his shirt loose as he took the stairs two at a time. Bursting into the room with a laugh, Sirius delighted in it's empty interior and threw his stuff down for the second time, waiting for Remus to close the door behind himself before going for him again, putting his hands on the other boy's waist and kissing him hard. "Better?"
The door was closed as an afterthought by Remus's leaning against it heavily as he turned to face Sirius once again, a bit out of breath and more than a little disheveled. "Much," he grinned into the kiss, arms winding up once again to curve around Sirius's shoulders and pull them closer together.
"Grand," Sirius said into Remus' lips as he began tugging him back towards the bed. He wanted Remus on his bed and quick. He had to see him and touch him and be with him, and this was all taking some time.
Remus followed willingly, nipping Sirius's bottom lip as they moved back toward the bed. Sirius hit the bed first, and Remus landed heavily on top of him, though his hands were still fisted into the other boy's shirt rather than bracing themselves against the mattress. He shifted slightly to take the pressure off of Sirius's chest, rolling to his side so that they lay next to each other.
Giving a grunt with the landing, Sirius laughed and rolled with Remus, so he was actually on top of him, straddling his waist. "there we have it," He muttered, pushing down against the other boy and kissing his hard. Finally, they could get down to buisness.
The solid weight suddenly pinning Remus's hips down on the mattress elicited a sharp, startled moan from the back of his throat. He reached up, hands tangling once again in Sirius's hair, half to grasp something and half to keep the other boy down, keep their chests pressed together.

"Perhaps we should, should, you know," One of Remus's hands worked free briefly to grope blindly toward the curtains of Sirius's bed. "Close them?" he finished breathlessly.
"Perhaps," He muttered, one hand blindly reaching for the curtains as he continued kissing Remus, finally grasping one and pulling it to, his other hand then going to flail about to find the other until finally, they were closed into the four poster. "Better?"
"Mmph," Remus assented rather contentedly against Sirius's lips (for it really wouldn't do to have James walk in on them). Besides, after the curtains had been shut around them, the atmosphere had taken an odd, womb-y sort of turn, and contrary to what he might have thought before, being shut up in an enclosed place with another person was not in any was stifling.

Once again he had to free his hand, though this time it was to undo the already horribly-buttoned buttons of his shirt, though he didn't bother looking down as he worked with them.
Sirius had forgotten he had his shirt on, but he merely had to squirm a bit and wrestle his arms out from the thing, throwing it at the foot of the bed with little ceremony once more as he kissed Remus, laughing at the whole thing.

His chest pushed down against Remus' hands trying to undo his shirt, and Sirius thought it would be nice to help the poor boy, so his hands went to swat at Remus', undoing the buttons one by one with a bit of effort.
It was a bit laughable that Sirius's hands seemed to be steadier than Remus's, but Remus was perfectly content to allow the other boy working room, instead focusing on snogging the living daylights out of him.

He ground upward, mostly because of the natural way his body shifted as he shrugged out of the now-unbuttoned shirt, and he had to break the kiss, head tipping back to push back into the pillow underneath it.

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