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mechanic sirius who owns an auto shop where every saturday a lanky, sweater clad man and his blue-haired son come in and study the motorbikes.

@wolfstarmicrofic - July 21: Towel - words: 484

Remus was pleasantly surprised by the quality of this camping site's kitchen area. He was even more pleasantly surprised by the eye-candy. The man dumping his dishes in the sink right over with his dish towel nonchalantly slung over one shoulder had the finest sculpted chest Remus had ever seen, with a dark happytrail leading Remus thoughts astray in record speed and crossed with inked black lines that Remus wanted to lick.

He could probably thank the heat wave for it being bare, even if he couldn't imagine anyone complainig if this perfect man went shirtless everywhere.

Remus dared a quick peek up on his stunning regal face, framed with silky black waves and with smirking eyes. Wait? Was he smirking at Remus?

Obviosly, since he was just standing with his half-washed sausepan mid air and making a complete fool of himself by forgetting what he was doing.

With heeting cheeks and downcast eyes Remus got to work on scrubbing his dishes again. Seriously, how pathetic could he be? Not until he started drying his things, he dared another quick look and was met with a friendly smile.

"Nice camping, eh?" Mr Perfect asked.

Of course, he had the deep velvety voice to go with the rest of the package.

"Yeah. Really nice," Remus mumbled breathlessly.

But before there were time for any more small talk, a fierce-looking redhead walked up to Mr Perfect. Not that Remus had a chance, but he was still dissapointed that he was taken.

"Mind if we switch?" the readhead asked. "Harry wants his favourite uncle to read his bedtime story. Apparenty, his own mother is not good enough anymore."

"Sure. You know I could never say no to him."

"That's exactly the problem."

Mr Perfect grinned. The redhead swatted playfully after him with the dish towel as he sauntered away.

She was soon finnished and leaving after him, but when packing up she forgot the row of semi-transparent plastic glasses that Sirius had placed in the middle of their sinks. Remus should say something, or...

In a split second he decided to stay quiet. Instead he collected the glasses, waited however long he thought a bedtime story might take and sought out the caravan he had seen them enter.

Thankfully, he saw Mr Perfect sit outside, now with a hoodie on in the rapidly dropping temperature, with the redhead and another man.

"I belive these are yours."

"Oh? Thank you! I wondered where those went. Can't have a night without something to drink, eh?

Remus chuckled and wondered if it would be too obvious if he dropped his dish towel as sn excuse to come back one more time, when Mr Perfect suddenly looked uncarachteristically self-consious.

"So, er... Want to join us for a bit?"

Sirius: you're in love with yourself?!

Sirius: the one who joint the aurors

James: ‌no, your third cousin

Sirius: Bellatrix.

Sirius: Bellatrix!

James: no, that's your brother's cousin

Sirius: ‌no, im my brother's cousin.

Sirius:you're in love with me. me!

James: I'm in love with Regulus

Jegulus microfic - 424 words

Slightly NSFW (but only very slightly because it hints at something that happened last night but nothing is actually said outright)

James and Regulus had just settled down on the couch, prepared for an afternoon of lying there in peace, when a knock came at the door.

"Shush, ignore it, love," James said when Regulus tensed.

"I'm going to go see who it is," Regulus said, moving to get off him.

"Reggie, this is our cuddle time," James said, looking up at him with big puppy eyes. "Just let them go away."

"Exactly," Regulus said, scowling. "This is our time, so I'm going to go see who it is so I can make sure they never come interrupting again."

"Reggie," James whined as Regulus got off him. "At least let me get the door for you."

"Nope, you stay right here," he said, pushing him back down onto the couch in a way that was unfairly hot.

James sighed, hearing his footsteps pattering away to the door. The doorknob turned, a rush of cool air entering the house as the door was opened.

Silence.

James frowned, worried, before the door slammed shut and Regulus came storming back into the living room.

"What's wrong love?" James said warily. "Who was it?"

"James Potter," Regulus said, and James gulped. "Would you care to explain why Sirius, Peter and Remus are standing outside, holding an armful of snacks, and looking more than ready to hang out with you?"

"Oh," James said, realisation dawning on his face.

"Yes. Oh." Regulus crossed his arms.

"Reggie, I can explain," James pleaded. "Sirius wanted to come hang out, but he only messaged me this morning, and I was so tired that I forgot to reply to his message and tell him not to come, so he must have showed up anyway."

"You ruined our cuddle time because you were tired?" Regulus asked incredulously. James smirked, failing to hide a grin.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure you can guess what I was tired from," he said suggestively. Regulus grabbed a cushion and hit him with it.

"Fine, they can come in, but you're sleeping on the couch tonight," Regulus said.

"No, please let me sleep with you," James said. "I need to keep you safe from nightmares. You know how good I am at fighting them off." He mimed throwing some punches at the air, and Regulus's cold poker face melted slightly.

my next post will be them !

also have this thing from a few months ago cuz its still silly to me

He would say missionary because he wants to watch Remus’s face or hear him whine into his neck. His legs would be so tightly wrapped around Remus’s back, pulling him closer and closer and closer even though there was no space between them. Remus would have Sirius’s hands over his head, fingers interlocked against the mattress, in a way that was so intimate. He liked feeling close to Remus. All the praise, soft moans, quiet “I love you,”s. He liked to feel so loved and taken care of.

But he would also 100% be into doggy. Remus got possessive near the full moon, and Sirius loved to tease him and get him all jealous. He loved how wild he got, chasing his own pleasure instead of Sirius’s. He loved the way Remus would slide a hand down his back and smack his ass every time Sirius would thrust backwards into him. He loved the degradation, being told what a slut he is with his head being pushed farther into the pillow. He liked being used.

He would also mention being on top and riding Remus into oblivion. Remus wouldn’t take long to turn into a whimpering mess under him. He would tease him, embarrass him, turn him into a blushing mess. Remus would try covering his face, but Sirius would take his hands away and plant them firmly on his hips, maybe even along his stomach. “Don’t be shy, baby,” he would say, “I feel you all the way here. Can you feel yourself in my stomach, moony?” Just as Remus was so close to his finish, Sirius would slow down, lean against his chest, and grind slowly on his dick. Mouthing along his throat, whispering just about the naughtiest things he could imagine. Sirius loves watching Remus take down his guard. He loves to take care of him.