Mmh

My drawings for beans series continues, thank you for feeding us bootdick

indi. INDI. indi please. i’m sitting here waiting for my coffee to brew and and — oh my god.

the TINY FEETS AND THE BOOTS. matching boots. remus’ face and sirius looks SO OVER IT. so pouty and the hand on his face and the tails wagging and i can’t get over this. little skirt, it’s bootdick come to life this made my morning.

5k | explicit | mind the tags

Remus’ hands went to his thigh, smirking like he knew he had been right. Skating up, but before he could touch, he was stopped by the toe of Sirius’ boot against the soft underside of his chin.

Sirius leaned back on an arm, nudged Remus’ head, and made him meet his eye.

“You gonna let me do what I wanna do?”

“Always.”

“Say it,” Sirius hissed, and it was the boot again, pressing harder.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want, baby boy—fuck.” Remus swallowed.