âHave you heard from Remus today?â Peter asked, fiddling with his keys as James bent down to tie his laces tighter. The last thing he needed was to eat shit on the way to the pub. Sirius would never let him live that down.
âHe said he wasnât feeling social,â James told him, âyou know how he is. Prefers staying in.â They both glanced down the hall to Remusâ room, hoping he was feeling better.
âShould we ask him if he wants paracetamol or something? What if he has a cold? What if it spreads!?â Peterâs eyes went wide but James just snorted.
âPete, you have the best immune system out of any of us, chill.â
âBut I could be a carrier!â
âYouâll be fine, I promise.â James sighed as he stood up right. âDonât bother Remus, leave him be.â James patted his back and nodded to the door, leaving Peter little chance to turn back now.
âFine, but Iâm buying him some tissues if he starts sneezing.â And they shut the door.
Silence.
A moan.
âRemus, they could still hearââ Regulus gasped when he felt Remus rub deeper inside him and he slapped a hand over his mouth again, muffling the groan. Remus, lying across his back and looming over him, panted into Regulusâ ear.
âThey canât hear youâŚpromiseâŚplease let it out, I want to hear you.â He nuzzled Regulusâ neck and his boyfriend sighed, letting his eyes roll back as Remusâ rocked his hips down. âDoesnât it feel good?â
âMhm.â
âLove.â
âYes!â Regulus pulled his hands away to grip the sheets, fisting them as Remus reached places inside him heâd never felt before. âOh god, youâre so deepââ
âI know, I know.â Remus pushed his nose against Regulusâ cheek and groaned. âIâm close.â
âMe too.â Regulus turned his head a little and pulled Remus down by his hair for a kiss, making him buck his hips hard. âCome on, puppy.â
âOhââ Remusâ snapped his hips forward again. âIâll cum if you call me that.â
âGood.â Regulus smiled and Remus couldnât resist him when he smiled. It felt too good, and being called puppyâŚit melted him. He moaned and gripped onto his boyfriends hips, fucking him into the mattress properly now that the others were gone. Theyâd silently been lying like this for almost ten minutes whilst James and Peter tottered about getting ready, and it had been almost impossible to not pound Regulus with how much he had been tightening around him. The fear of getting caught somehow turned him on, and Remus wasnât complaining.
He liked the thrill of it too.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cumââ Regulus choked out from beneath him and Remus bit his lip as he fucked him a little harder, wanting to feel him go over that edge.
âIâve got you, Iâve got you.â He mumbled and groaned as he felt Regulus start to cum, which immediately triggered his own orgasm. They moved together, rocking and shaking as they slowly came down. Remusâ arms were struggling with his weight and Regulus smiled, gently tugging him back down so he was lying on him again.
âFeel better?â He teased, referring to his friends conversation. Remus chuckled, kissing across Regulusâ shoulders and neck.
âYouâre evil.â
âIâm convincing.â
âFucking when my friends are here is dangerous, you know.â Remus pointed out.
âLike they donât get laid.â
âThey do, but weâre louder.â Remus nipped Regulusâ ear to hear him sigh.
âYou are, maybe. I can control myself.â Regulus leaned up for a kiss, knowing Remus would take that as a challenge.
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Peak Moonwater dynamic is the two most emotionally closed off and introverted people ever who channel their lack of connection and inner turmoil into their art being each others muses, and usually they donât even mean for it to happen or for the other to find out.
Like imagine Photographer Remus and Regulus, who knows heâs attractive but has never actually felt beautiful because his self esteem eats itself whole in a never ending cycle and dysphoria goes crazy. In a nonmagic AU, this leads him to be extremely camera shy out of genuine fear of immortalizing a face he views as not himself at the worst or just wrong looking at the best. And then Remus comes around and he canât stop looking at him. His fingers are itching for his camera. When he caves and snaps one, regulus just stares at him in disbelief because what is there to capture? Remus just stares back because he doesnât know what to do and then they just kind of move on and donât mention it. Remus feels bad for not asking first, until he does it again. He didnât mean to, it was instinct again. Regulus was further away now, looking picturesque while he read on the windowsill and he couldnât help himself! He finds he has another moment like that again and again. And again. And again. And again-
And Artist Regulus whoâs always loved charcoal drawing. He loves the messiness of the medium, the smearing for shadows with his fingers feels like pumping warmth into the coal and how his sketches can blend with and become a part of the final piece and making every step part of the overall feeling. He doesnât really draw people because they donât interest him, until he meets Remus. Heâs so⌠just⌠half his desk has scattered sketches of Remus. His nose, his eyes, his scars, his curls, his hands, his collar bones, theyâre all heightened in detail but only as one feature per sketch of the boy because regulus simply canât capture them all together and make it look like Remus. Heâs just too⌠too⌠hm, thereâs another sketch.
