#sub sirius

Sirius gasped as the ghost of Remus' breath grazed his throat, his head rolling back against the pillows as the sheer proximity of the other man made his lungs seize. Remus’ large, warm hands were gently caressing his bare stomach, sending shivers throughout his already sensitive body. Every calloused ridge of Remus’ palms felt magnified tenfold against the pale, unblemished skin, tracing the heavy, trembling rise and fall of Sirius' ribs.

​"I love you..." Remus' voice was gravelly as he whispered against his pulse, the raw, animalistic register of it vibrating straight through Sirius' chest. He hovered there for a fraction of a second, letting the declaration settle between them before following the tender words with a searing kiss right over the thrumming vein in Sirius' neck.

​"Oh—gods..." Sirius gasped, his hands flying up to lock into the thick curls of Remus’ hair, his fingers tightening in a desperate bid to anchor himself as a fierce wave of heat pooled low in his belly.

​"You're perfect," Remus murmured, his lips traveling higher, charting the familiar, elegant line of the jaw before he kissed behind his ear. The praise wasn't gentle; it was delivered with a heavy, unyielding intensity— underscored as a hand slid down from Sirius' ribs to firmly grasp his thigh with possessiveness— Remus' long fingers digging deep into the muscle to lock his lower half flush against the mattress.

​"Far from it," Sirius tried at humor and failed miserably as a moan was torn from his throat. The self-deprecation was entirely swallowed by the sudden, heavy pressure of Remus’ palm sliding higher up his inner thigh, the sharp friction shattering his defenses and leaving his lips parted and breathless.

​"Hush," Remus scolded softly, a low, possessive rumble that brooked absolutely no argument.

He shifted his weight, pushing up onto his hands to look down into Sirius’ desperate grey eyes. In the dim light, Remus’ amber gaze was heavy, dark, and entirely consumed by the sight of the man beneath him completely unraveled.

"I decide what is perfect. And right now, you belong to me."

Remus made short work of restraining his hands. He secured them in soft leather cuffs and tugged at them to make sure they wouldn’t come loose. 

Remus moved onto his legs, trailing his fingers along Sirius’s side and down his leg until he reached his ankles. Sirius shivered and flexed his wrists, testing his bonds. They’d done some sensory play, but nothing to this scale. 

“Do you remember your safe words?” Remus asked once he was done tying Sirius down. 

“Yes, Sir. Green means good, continue. Yellow means slow down, and red means stop immediately,” Sirius recited. They both knew that he knew them, but it was part of the scene. 

Remus moved behind his head now, picking something up out of Sirius's view.

“Remember, I will tap your hand twice to check in. I need you to tell me what colour you are, OK?” Remus said seriously, leaning over him, so his face was upside down. 

“Yes, Sir,” 

Remus brushed Sirius’s hair away from his ears and carefully slipped a pair of earplugs in, deafening him to Remus’s voice. He then slid a blindfold over his eyes, the silk cool against his skin, leaving Sirius unable to see, hear or touch. He shuddered again, eager for Remus to begin. 

He started gently, a feather, Sirius thought, he could barely feel it, but he knew this was just the beginning. Remus played with the feather for a long time, until Sirius was squirming on the table. 

Vanilla filled his nostrils, right before something cold and wet glided across his nipples. He gasped and bucked off the table, his back arching and wrists straining as Remus ran an ice cube across his chest. As the ice melted, it left a wet trail which Remus blew over. Sirius shivered.  

A flogger came next. Remus slowly dragged it across Sirius's skin, giving light flicks here and there. Sirius was just settling into the new feeling when Remus suddenly brought the flogger down with a lot more force. He could imagine the sharp thwack it made, but all he’d felt was the sting. 

Remus rained down strike after strike. Sirius’s skin was singing. Remus tapped his hand twice. 

“GREEN!!!” He yelled, probably more loudly than he’d meant, and Remus continued. 

Remus used the feather again. It was torture against Sirius’s heated flesh, almost too much, but not quite. He felt his cock weeping against his stomach, where it lay rock hard. He flexed his hands, reaching for Remus, but finding only air. 

Something buzzed against the tip of his cock, and he yelled out, twisting violently on the table, trying to get away. The vibration stopped before returning again, and ice was placed on his nipples at the same time. 

He sucked in air, panting as Remus continued his onslaught. Remus teased him while slowly opening him. The sweet burn made him rise and rise until he let go of everything, giving himself to Remus, completely. The pain and pleasure buzzed through his body until his head found peace, and he relaxed. 

Remus moved quickly, removing the restraints, eye mask and earplugs. He flipped Sirius onto his front and climbed onto the table behind him. 

“Time for your reward, sweetheart. You can come whenever you want,” he whispered against Sirius's ear. It was almost too loud after the utter silence Sirius had been in. He let out a soft whimper as Remus raised his hips and plunged in. 

Sirius was on the brink almost immediately. Remus’s thick, hot cock stretching him like no one else ever had, his hands roving across Sirius’s body, up his neck and into his hair, pulling his head back and creating the perfect arch. He pounded into Sirius over and over at a punishing rate. 

He cried out as his orgasm hit, and he came, thick ropes of cum painting the table. 

“Fuck, Sirius!” Remus gasped as Sirius’s body undulated around him. He thrust deep inside Sirius and stilled, his cock throbbing inside Sirius and his hot seed spilling out.