my cosmic love, my rarest air

a little excerpt from my sunrise on the reaping wolfstar au <3

read When Again Your Eyes Open, the Sun Will Rise on ao3.

i think remus absolutely thrives on playful humiliation from sirius. there’s this delicious conflict yk. his brain is like, oh this is embarrassing, but his body is screaming, more, please, wreck me

sirius knows remus’ tells. he knows the certain type of tremor in his thigh, the frantic flutter of his eyelids, the way his breath hitches when he's right on the edge

when sirius smirks down, “you’re gonna come? already?” it’s his way of saying, i see you, i see how close you are, how much i affect you, and i love it. and ohh how remus craves that kind of intimate recognition

remus lives with so much self-control. his constant awareness of his own body, his need to be “good” and responsible affect him so much every day. but in those moments, with sirius’ teasing words, he’s given permission to utterly lose it, to be messy, to be desperate, to be fully consumed by sensation. it’s a profound, liberating release, and sirius is the only one who can unlock it. emus might bite his lip, trying not to make a sound, but then sirius says something else, a little whisper, and he just breaks

also obviously remus knows sirius isn’t genuinely trying to hurt him or make him feel bad. it’s all wrapped up in this intense adoration

whenever remus whimpers or moans, sirius nuzzles into his neck, whispering, “hearing that, moony? sounds like you're having fun”

he loves to hold remus’ face, making him look him in the eyes while he’s just so close to the edge, then leaning in to order him to look right into sirius’ eyes

sirius uses a lot of the pet names. like “easy there, baby,” with a soft nip on his shoulder, emphasizing how feral remus gets for him. or “my gorgeous boy” said with a completely knowing smirk

there’s so much feigned concern. when remus is panting, completely flushed, sirius just leans back a tiny bit with a soft “oh, are you okay, baby? you seem a little… distressed. is there anything i can do to make it feel alright?” but his eyes are sparkling with arousal

he also likes the “you're so easy” thing, telling remus stuff like “always so quick to come apart for me, aren’t you, darling?” said with a deep, possessive purr

this isn’t a one-off. it becomes part of their intimate language. sirius learns exactly how far he can push, how sweetly he can wound, and remus learns to lean into it, to even anticipate the next playful taunt that will shatter his composure and send him spiraling into pleasure