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Remus chewed his lip as he stared down at Sirius as he slept. He was on his front, dark hair splayed across his pillow, obscuring his face.
The thin sheet left very little to the imagination; it hugged everything. Remus’s cock, twitched with interest, and he decided he was ready.
He and Sirius had discussed it a lot. Sirius was very open to Remus fucking him when he was asleep and waking up to Remus deep inside him. He’d said it turned him on, and Remus had to agree.
Ever so slowly, he pulled the sheet down, uncovering more and more of Sirius’s porcelain skin. He groaned when the sheet slipped over his pert arse. Remus had the sudden urge to sink his teeth into it, but he refrained. Sirius would definitely wake up if he did that, and that was against the point.
Once Sirius was bare to the world, Remus quietly opened the bottle of lube they always kept on the bedside table. They’d had sex the night before, so hopefully Sirius would still be quite loose. He warmed the lube and coated his fingers, sliding one down Sirius's crack and pushing against his hole.
It slid straight in, and Sirius didn’t even stir.
He made short work of opening Sirius back up; he’d been correct in thinking that Sirius’s hole was still pliant from the night before. He positioned himself behind Sirius, coating his hard length in more lube. He used his hands to spread Sirius’s cheeks and inched his way inside gently.
He moved slowly, only inserting an inch at a time and so deadly slow that if Sirius had been awake, he would have been going mad with need.
Sirius began to move under him, and he stilled until Sirius settled back down. He continued, rocking his hips as gently and slowly as he could.
He stared at Sirius’s face. His eyes were bruised with sleep, his mouth slightly parted as he breathed in and out. Sirius had been right; this was hot as fuck.
It took a few minutes for Sirius to wake up fully. He’d begun humping the sheets, finding friction for his swelling cock as Remus made sure to hit his prostate with each stroke.
“Oh, fuck, Remus!” Sirius gasped as his eyes shot open, and he got to his knees, pushing back, trying to get Remus deeper. Remus quickened his pace. The slowness had been torturous in the best way possible, but now he wanted to chase his high.
He pounded into Sirius with such force that Sirius’s knees gave out, and Remus was fucking him into the mattress.
“Fuck! Yes, Remus!” Sirius cried out, his words muffled by his pillow.
The familiar pressure at the base of his spine alerted him to his inevitable orgasm.
“I’m close,” he gritted out, trying to hold himself back while Sirius caught up. Sirius lifted his hips and shoved a hand in the gap, fisting himself and roughly bringing himself closer to his own release.
“I – I’m right there,” Sirius whimpered, and Remus let himself go.
One thrust. Two thrusts, and with a final slam, he was coming. His cock twitched as Sirius’s slick canal undulated around him as he found his own release and extended Remus’s own. He collapsed on top of Sirius, burying his face in his hair. “That was fucking hot,” Sirius sighed happily. Remus’s soft cock plopped out of Sirius’s hole as he raised himself onto his arms, so Sirius could roll over.
Sirius flipped onto his back and dragged Remus down onto his chest, peppering every inch of skin he could reach with kisses. “We are so doing that again,” he purred.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” Remus promised, tilting his head and capturing Sirius’s lips and kissing him sweetly. Yeah, they would definitely be doing that again.
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Sirius spotted the beautiful, vibrant flowers as he was cutting across the meadow behind the house. He’d never seen anything like them. They looked like a sunset, reds bleeding into oranges and into yellows. Their petals billowed out and looked like perfect hearts. Without thinking, he picked a bunch of them, thinking Remus might enjoy them.
Remus wasn’t home when he got in, so he found a small vase, filled it with water, and carefully arranged the flowers in it before setting it in the middle of the table while he began to prepare their dinner.
“Wow, these are beautiful,” Remus said appreciatively when he walked into the kitchen. He looked tired. Mrs Ashworth expected far too much of him, and yet Remus never complained. He was just happy to have a job that understood he needed a few days off each month at specific times. Sirius was sure that Mrs Ashworth knew what Remus was, but she never mentioned it, and neither did they, but she always had Remus’s schedule ready, with the days around the full moon always as days off.
Sirius just needed to plate up, and dinner would be ready.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” he told Remus as he swirled the creamy pasta onto their plates. He sent the wine over, pouring its contents into glasses, and then he presented Remus with his food.
“This looks and smells amazing,” Remus grinned, already picking up his fork and digging in before Sirius had even sat down. Sirius didn’t mind; Remus had always had a big appetite.
They ate in companionable silence for a time until Remus had finished his portion.
“More?” Sirius asked, and Remus nodded eagerly.
“Yes, please,” Sirius flicked his wand, and the large pan flew off the stove and onto the table. Unfortunately, it brushed against the tops of the flowers and knocked them over, spraying their bright orange pollen all over the table and into a little cloud above them.
Remus leaned over, setting the vase upright and putting the slightly bruised flowers back into it. He stilled as he dropped the last flower into the vase and screwed his eyes shut, tilting his head a little as if about to sneeze. He sucked in a huge breath through his nose and opened his eyes, focusing on Sirius.
His irises were nothing more than a honey ring around pools of black as he clambered onto the table, knocking everything onto the floor that was in his way.
“Remus, what are you doing?” Sirius asked, startled by Remus’s odd behaviour. Remus pushed Sirius’s half-eaten dinner onto the floor with the rest of the broken crockery and uneaten food. “Sweetheart, you’ve got pollen all over you.” Sirius reached up and tried to brush the thick powder off Remus’s shirt, but all it did was send it up into the air. “Remus?” He asked again and gasped as Remus pounced on him.
His chair fell backwards onto the stone floor, jarring him painfully. Remus was on top of him, ripping his shirt, buttons pinging everywhere. “Remus?” Sirius cried out, trying to push him away until a sudden ringing filled his head. He screwed his eyes shut and tilted his head this way and that, trying to lessen the piercing sound and then, everything went quiet. He opened his eyes, and his body filled with want.
He met Remus’s lips with a fury unlike him. Remus growled as he tugged at Sirius’s trousers. Sirius lifted his hips to help him, and in a matter of seconds, he was naked. He tore at Remus’s demanding that he get in the same state as he was right that second.
Remus lined himself up and plunged into Sirius. It should have hurt. Sirius knew it should have hurt; they’d done no prep, but instead of feeling a burning sensation, he felt nothing but tendrils of pleasure as Remus rutted into him.
The touch of Remus’s skin against his sent him wild with lust; they couldn’t get close enough, though Remus was trying his damnedest to attempt it.
Sirius came without warning. He hadn’t felt the usual pooling of pressure at the base of his spine. His cock had just exploded, coating his chest and Remus’s in thick ropes of his seed.
The orgasm made Remus’s movements even more intense than before. Sirius cried out, scratching at Remus’s back as the intensity of his pleasure almost became too much.
He came twice more, his cum translucent and thin by the final orgasm. His undulating muscles finally sent Remus over the edge, and he came with a powerful roar, his cum filling Sirius up in a pool of warmth.
They slumped against each other, still entangled in Sirius’s chair on the kitchen floor. Miraculously, neither of them had been cut by the smashed china, the intensity of a few moments ago ebbing away.
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” Remus panted against him, his body gleaming with sweat; Sirius’s was too, but Remus was soaked.
“I don’t know. I…” Sirius’s eyes trailed along the orange streaks staining Remus’s cheeks. “The flowers,” he whispered. It had to have been the flowers.
Very carefully so as not to disturb the pollen again, they got up and hurried into the shower. They scrubbed away any trace of the pollen and came back out with bubblehead charms covering their faces as they set to work righting the kitchen and removing every last speck of the pollen and flowers themselves.
Even after the kitchen was spotless, Sirius insisted on going over it again until he could be certain they were safe.
Remus went out into the meadow and destroyed any trace of the flowers. They were clearly too dangerous to have around, though Sirius did manage to sneak one into the house and carefully stored it, for just in case.
18+ only! These prompts are from the Wolfstar Microfic second prompt list and are not suitable for anyone under 18.
Remus sank into Sirius's hot, wet mouth and let out a guttural groan. It had been too long since they’d done this.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” he ordered as he thrust deeper into Sirius’s sinful mouth. He felt the moment Sirius relaxed his throat, and he sank deeper.
Sirius was lying out on the sofa with his head hanging over the low armrest as Remus slowly fucked his throat. He ran his fingertips over Sirius’s neck, feeling his cock through the outside of Sirius’s throat.
He pulled out every few thrusts or so to let Sirius breathe. Sirius pushed on his thighs when he was reaching his limit, and Remus would pull out, let him suck in a breath and plunge back in. Sirius was amiss of drool, unable to swallow properly when Remus filled his mouth.
He watched Sirius’s neck bulge over and over again, until he felt that familiar pull towards his orgasm. He leant over, placed his hands on Sirius’s shoulders for purchase and fucked him, hard.
His thrusts were deep and punishing. Sirius sucked in air where he could, his hands on his own cock, jerking it furiously, trying to keep up with Remus.
Remus roared out Sirius’s name and stilled, deep in his throat, while his cock twitched and realised load after load of thick white cum. Sirius swallowed the best he could, but some of it trickled out of the sides of his drool-soaked lips, still stretched impossibly wide by Remus’s softening cock.
Sirius suddenly sucked him hard as his own release spurted from his cock, painting his stomach with his cum.
Remus lazily fucked Sirius’s mouth while he came down and pulled out.
“You were amazing, thank you,” he praised Sirius, who grinned up at him sleepily. Remus leaned over and kissed his bruised lips before going into the bathroom to get a damp cloth. He gently cleaned his boyfriend and gathered him into his arms, taking him to the bedroom to cuddle in comfort.
18+ only! These prompts are from the Wolfstar Microfic second prompt list and are not suitable for anyone under 18.
They watched each other from across the club. It was hard to flirt with a mask on, but somehow, they were managing it. Sirius’s mask covered the top half of his face in shimmering gold. The Mystery Man's mask only covered his eyes. The masks had been the club's clever way of getting people to meet who otherwise might have overlooked each other. Sirius had never been picky, but he had to admit it did give him a bit of a thrill not being able to tell exactly who he would be with.
Sirius sipped from his drink, his eyes never leaving the man across the room. He saw the man's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Sirius licked the sugary drink from his lips, and the man pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning on and closed the distance between them. Finally.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” Sirius responded, gazing up at the man. The man was so much taller than he’d thought. His woody scent filled the air around them, and Sirius wanted to drag him off to one of the private rooms right now, but he had to wait; he could tell this would be the man’s decision.
The man ran a finger over the edge of Sirius’s mask, continuing down across his jaw and pausing on his lips.
Sirius automatically sucked the finger into his mouth and sucked. The man's eyes widened in shock, but Sirius was enjoying the salty taste of his skin too much.
“I can see you’re eager,” the man chuckled and removed his finger from Sirius’s mouth with a soft pop. He pushed Sirius against the wall and ducked his head, his lips hovering less than an inch from Sirius’s, giving him the option to say no.
Sirius surged forward, kissing so hard their teeth clacked together. The man took over, slowing the kiss and deepening it. He pulled away and began trailing kisses across Sirius’s jaw. “Shall we go somewhere a little more private?” He purred against Sirius’s skin, his teeth raking across the short stubble on Sirius’s jaw. Sirius nodded, his brain incapable of stringing a sentence together. “Words, sweetheart. I need you to say yes,” he moved his mouth to Sirius’s neck, almost devouring him.
“Yes!” Sirius burst out loudly, and the man raised his head so that Sirius could see his grin. Sirius followed him like a lost puppy into the first available private room.
“What do you want to do, sweetheart?” The man asked him. Sirius’s mind immediately filled with every possibility. It got so loud in there sometimes. The man raised an eyebrow at him as he failed to answer.
“I don’t know,” he whined.
“Want me to decide?” Sirius nodded excitedly, and after a discussion about safe words, Sirius was pushed to his knees and told to open his mouth.
He stilled as the man slowly fed him his cock. His mind stopped racing, and everything went quiet. He was good at this, and he was determined to show off his skills, but the damn mask kept getting in his way. He pulled back, letting go of the perfect cock in his mouth.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, pointing at the mask.
“Of course,” the man answered and waited for Sirius to remove it before tangling his fingers in Sirius’s hair and dragging his head back into position.
He began thrusting, gently at first, testing how Sirius responded and, when Sirius didn’t, he sped up, urged on by Sirius's hands pressing the backs of his thighs closer, pounding into Sirius’s mouth, plunging down his throat.
The man came with a growl, spilling down Sirius’s throat without warning.
“Shit, sorry, I should have asked if that was alright,” the man apologised. “But your mouth is the best mouth I've ever fucked. Truly amazing. I normally have more control over myself.
“No, it’s fine, I like it,” Sirius reassured him. “I’m Sirius, by the way.”
“Oh, er, Remus,” Remus awkwardly held out his hand for Sirius to shake. Sirius took it in his hand and, instead of shaking it, he turned it and kissed the back of his hand.
Remus began putting himself back inside his jeans, but Sirius stopped him.
“I’m not in a hurry to leave, you know,” he told Remus, batting his eyelashes suggestively.
“Well, in that case,” Remus grinned and pushed him onto the leather sofa in the middle of the room and claiming his lips again, his long fingers going to the button on Sirius’s trousers. Sirius shivered with want, and by the look in Remus’s eye, he knew he was about to get his wishes answered.
18+ only! These prompts are from the Wolfstar Microfic second prompt list and are not suitable for anyone under 18.
“Erm, Mr Lupin, Sir,” the nervous little pup squeaked over the bar at him.
“Yes, Spot,” Remus beamed at him. The little pup beamed at him. Remus had used his puppy name instead of his non-pup name, which was Terrance.
“Erm, Mr Lupin, Sir, are you and Padfoot doing a scene tonight?” Spot sounded a bit braver after Remus’s warm greeting.
“We are,” he confirmed. Spot’s eyes widened with wonder.
“Oh, yay. I’ve wanted to watch you two again so badly. I hope I can find a master like you one day, Mr Lupin, Sir,” Remus didn’t quite know what to say to that.
“Well,” he began. “Maybe one day Mr Right will walk through those doors,” At that exact moment, the doors opened and Spot spun around, his face full of hope, but it was another couple, a Daddy and his boy. Spot’s face fell, and he ordered a Coke, full-fat please. Remus got his order and made sure to put one of the rainbow straws and a little umbrella in it for him. Spot thanked him and went to find somewhere else to sit, hoping to find someone who wanted a puppy to play with.
Remus and Sirius had opened the club a few years ago when they’d struggled to find a club they liked. They’d wanted a place where everyone could be comfortable and safe. That was the main point of their club was safety. They drilled it into any new applicants that if they ever felt like something was off, to report it, and they would always deal with it.
He and Sirius had taken part in a lot of scenes in the early days, showing people how good different kinks could be. Sirius had settled into a puppy role, and Remus was more than happy to be his Master. They didn’t do scenes as often now, but they always drew a huge crowd when they did. Tonight was one of those rare occasions.
Sirius was waiting for him, kneeling on a soft cushion, naked but for a black jock strap. They weren’t doing any puppy play today; they were trying out the new range they’d just got in for their onsite shop.
Remus moved over to the table where he had laid the new toys out earlier: a set of nipple clamps, a cock cage, and a rather large butt plug. He ran his fingertips over them. They’d been waiting for these to come in for weeks.
He walked back to Sirius and lifted his chin. “Come,” he commanded, and Sirius rose fluidly to his feet and followed Remus to the table.
Remus made short work of removing Sirius’s jock and flicked open the lube bottle. He smirked when Sirius’s cock began plumping up at the sound. “Don’t get too hard, sweetheart, there's a cock cage, remember,” Remus purred and watched as Sirius’s cock filled more. Good, that was exactly what he wanted.
The nipple clamps went on first; they were adjustable, and he slipped them on slowly, sliding the little bead until Sirius’s gasp sounded right. He dropped the connecting chain, and Sirius hissed. He quickly slapped his arse, the sound ringing around the quiet room. It would help Sirius to take his mind off the clamps, and it was fun for Remus, so win-win.
He moved onto the cock cage. It was made of steel and cold to the touch. He glanced down, and while Sirius had flagged a bit, his cock was already refilling as his eyes locked on the cock cage in Remus’s hand.
Remus knelt in front of him, which had Sirius’s cock twitching like mad. Remus couldn’t help himself; he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. He loved the taste of Sirius. Sirius kept perfectly still, trained well enough to know not to rock into Remus’s mouth. “Good boy,” Remus praised as he let Sirius’s hard cock slip from between his lips.
He ran his fingers up Sirius’s inner thigh, over his tight, smooth balls and along his shaft. Sirius bit his lip, trembling slightly from the light touch of Remus’s fingers. Remus reached the head and pinched it, hard. Sirius’s cock lost its stiffness and, working quickly, Remus encased it in the steel and locked it. Sirius would be able to get a little hard but not much.
He rose to his feet and picked up the butt plug and coated it in a generous dollop of lube. “Lean over the table, legs spread,” he ordered, and Sirius obeyed, spreading his legs nice and wide. “Oh, sweetheart,” Remus said, stroking a finger over the sparkling butt plug already inserted into Sirius’s hole. “Did you get yourself ready for me?”
“Yes, Master,” Sirius answered, his voice a bit strained as Remus pulled the butt plug out and pushed it back in a few times.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured, leaning over Sirius and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of Sirius’s neck. Sirius groaned and pushed his arse back into Remus’s hand, the nipple clamp chain swinging with his movements.
Remus stood straight again and pulled the small butt plug completely out of Sirius’s hole. He inserted two fingers and checked how well he was stretched. Sirius had done a good job. He lined up the new butt plug and slowly began to push it in. Sirius panted and hissed a few times as his hole stretched to accommodate the new toy. Remus wasn’t worried as their onlookers watched. Spot stood at the front, his cock straining to escape his incredibly short white with black spots shorts, as a large bearded man stood behind him with a hand on Spot’s chest, gently stroking him. Sirius had taken much larger plugs than this one. The plug slid in the last few inches, and the flared base settled against Sirius’s cheeks. He slapped them one after another, and Sirius yelled out, the movement moving everything. This scene was going to be fun tonight.
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Sirius’s whole body was full of tension. His wrists and ankles had been tied with soft black velvet cuffs to each corner of the bed, stopping him from touching Remus or himself.
He watched Remus’s hand move up and down as he rolled the silicone sleeve up and down his length, the internal bumps and ridges sending him closer and closer to his release.
“Remus, please, please!” He begged, his voice strained as he tried to hold back his orgasm. He needed Remus’s permission. Remus’s hand kept moving, and Sirius barrelled towards the end. Remus’s hand went slack at the pinnacle moment, and Sirius yelled out as his orgasm ebbed away to nothing, the slick sleeve encasing his hard cock not enough to send him over without Remus’s hand.
Sirius had lost count of how many times Remus had brought him to the edge and let his orgasm trickle away. He needed to come. “Please,” he begged again as Remus’s hand returned to his aching cock. “Please, Remus, please,” he was at his limit. If Remus didn’t let him fly this time, he’d be done.
Remus’s movements slowly brought him back to the edge. He could feel the pressure curling inside him, looking for a way out. “Please,” he whispered, and Remus leaned over until his breath ghosted against Sirius’s ear.
“Come for me,” he breathed, and that was all Sirius needed. His cock exploded like a geyser, coating Remus’s hand and the sleeve in his load. His vision went white, and he rode the high until he came fluttering back down, gasping for breath, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat.
“Thank you,” he gasped as Remus carefully untied his cuffs and moved him into his lap. Sirius snuggled against him as Remus gently wiped him clean with a warm cloth.
“Such a good boy,” Remus murmured as he tucked Sirius into the bed, slipping in beside him and turning off the light. He pulled Sirius against him, stroking a hand up and down his chest. Sirius groaned happily as he snuggled against Remus and enjoyed the sweet touches.
18+ only! These prompts are from the Wolfstar Microfic second prompt list and are not suitable for anyone under 18.
Remus smirked as Sirius tugged the blindfold into place. He’d promised Remus a sensuous night, and Remus had no doubt that Sirius would get bored very quickly and beg Remus to shag him.
He’d been made to strip and lie back on their king-sized bed. The sheets were so soft that Remus could easily fall asleep, Sirius refused to get anything with a thread count less than 500, and Remus wasn’t about to complain. Sirius’s light touch brought him back to the moment, and Sirius began.
Remus breathed in and out as steadily as he could. Sirius was slowly kissing every inch of his body apart from where he wanted him to, and because he couldn’t see him, Remus’s skin reacted more intensely to the touch than usual.
Sirius trailed his fingertips up and down Remus’s inner thigh, brushing so close to his swollen balls that Remus let out strangled whines.
He felt Sirius’s weight shift on the bed and the cool sensation his breath caused as he blew across the head of Remus’s straining cock.
“Sirius,” he gasped, trying to buck, but being held down by Sirius’s hands.
“Tut, tut, lover, none of that,” Sirius teased and went back to kissing along Remus’s happy trail, coming as close to Remus’s length as he could before pulling away and kissing down his thighs and legs. Remus thought he was going to combust and then, with no warning whatsoever, Sirius swallowed him down, encasing his hard cock in the sweet, wet warmth of his mouth.
“Ugh!” Remus groaned as Sirius took him deeper and felt his orgasm racing to the surface. “Sirius,” he whispered as he came fast and violently, as his orgasm ripped through him. Sirius swallowed everything he gave him and used his tongue to clean Remus up before letting his cock go with a resounding pop.
Remus reached up and removed the blindfold to find Sirius straddling him, a shit eating grin on his face.
“My turn,” he declared, and Remus reached forward, encircled him with his arms and flipped them, so Sirius was pressed into the high thread count sheets. He was going to have a lot of fun driving Sirius wild. He picked up the discarded blindfold and carefully tied it around Sirius’s head, whispering. “Let's test your stamina,” into his ear and sucked his length into his mouth, moving with a punishing speed until Sirius was on the edge and let go.
“Remus!” Sirius wailed. Remus was never going to get bored hearing Sirius say his name like that. Sirius was in for a long, hard night.
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Remus adjusted the blazer with the leather elbow pads. It felt ridiculous, but Sirius had found it in a charity shop and rushed home with it, picking out a shirt and tie and a pair of trousers to go with it.
A knock at the door made Remus look up. “Come in,” he said clearly, picking up the pen Sirius had left as a prop and began scribbling on the piece of paper.
“Hi, Professor Lupin,” Sirius said shyly, popping his head around the room.
“Mr Black, what can I do for you?” Remus said, using the words Sirius had told him to say.
“It’s about my last assignment, Professor Lupin, you gave me such a bad grade, and I wondered if there was anything I could do to get that changed?” Sirius bit his bottom lip while he swirled his index finger on the edge of Remus’s desk. This was the part Remus loved.
“Well, there's one thing,” he purred.
“I’ll do anything,” Sirius responded, his eyes wide and innocent. Remus swept the few items off his desk and onto the floor, grabbing Sirius around the waist and pushing him up onto the desk. “Oh, Professor Lupin, what if we’re caught?” Sirius asked, letting his head fall back, so his hair cascaded across the desk.
“You’ll have to keep quiet so no one comes in,” he murmured, kissing down Sirius’s jaw as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“What if I can’t, Professor Lupin? Will you punish me?”
“Yes,” Remus answered, pushing the shirt off Sirius’s shoulders, his hands slowly stroking down the smooth skin until they hit the fabric of his waistband and began pulling at his belt.
“How will you punish me, Professor Lupin?” Sirius asked, lifting his head up to watch Remus yank his trousers and underwear off. Remus lifted his head and nipped the soft skin of Sirius’s inner thigh. Sirius threw his head back and let out a loud, long moan. Remus was glad that this was in their house and that he wasn’t actually Sirius’s teacher because they definitely would have been caught by now.
He noticed that Sirius had already opened himself up, his hole soft and pliable. He dragged Sirius to the edge of the desk, sucking his neck and pushed inside him as he sucked a bruise into the delicate skin of his neck.
“Fuck!!!” Sirius shuddered as Remus sank into him, the burn of Remus’s cock stretching him, competing with the pain from where Remus was attached to his neck.
Remus stilled for a second, letting Sirius’s inner sleeve expand to accommodate him. He started moving, fucking Sirius hard, the desk jerking across the floor with each thrust. “Professor!” Sirius cried out, his hard cock bouncing on his chest with each of Remus’s thrusts. “Yes, Professor Lupin, just like that,” Sirius cried out in wild abandon.
“Is this worth a passing grade?” Remus growled, yanking Sirius closer again.
“Yes, Professor Lupin,” Sirius stammered, his cheeks and chest flushed pink, his fingers trying and failing to find purchase on the hard wooden desk. Remus adjusted his angle and began hitting Sirius’s prostate on every stroke. “PROFESSOR!!!” Sirius screamed moments before his bouncing cock began spurting thick white ropes onto his chest. Remus grunted, falling forward and pounding into him until his release barrelled out of him.
He stayed there, panting, for a few moments before straightening up and pulling out of Sirius. He moved around the desk as Sirius watched him with those intense blue eyes and opened one of the drawers.
“You didn’t manage to stay quiet, did you?” He grinned, slapping the wooden ruler onto the flat of his hand. Sirius’s eyes lit up, and ever so slowly, he turned over, getting up onto all fours and pushing his naked, dripping arse back towards Remus.
“Sorry, Professor Lupin, I’ll accept my punishment,” he purred, batting his eyelashes over his shoulder.
“Good boy,” Remus said, lifting the ruler high into the air and bringing it down with a sharp thwack. Maybe role-playing as a Professor and his student was more fun than he’d thought it would be.
