Two Ficlets: "Under Me You" and "Lover's Knot"

[beeinmybonnet]

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The touble with asking for ficlet-prompts is that people always ask for porn! But oh well, you should always try new things, people say. In any case, it's good practice. *g* These are roterhimmel and brighty18's ficlets; leafyaki's fic (!) can be found here.


Title: Under Me You
Summary: Remus is just a tad too fond of Sirius' hands.
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius, assorted characters
Rating/Warnings: R
Wordcount: 610
Well, roterhimmel wanted Remus perving over Sirius' hands. Since it's one of my major kinks, who am I to deny her? ♥ (And I tried to work in your other prompt, but, uh, it didn't make it all the way?)


Sirius was beautiful.

Everyone knew that. A blind man could tell you that. It was one of the perks with having the blood from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black running through your veins, no matter how much Sirius scowled and groused about it.

Remus — who still couldn't believe that he was allowed to do unspeakable things to Sirius whenever the hell he felt like it — tended to go lyrical over that body, or sometimes just plain incoherent. But as much as he worshipped that tight arse, that wiry frame and those svelte shoulders, what really made him spout sentimental tosh like But thy eternal summer shall not fade and Of under me you quite so new, were Sirius' hands.

They were divine, those hands; carved out of marble by Michelangelo himself. The square palm, all clear angles and fine lines. The back, with its velvety skin stretched over strong, delicate veins and taught tendons and sharp knuckles. The long slender fingers, looking both powerful and fragile at the same time. Nothing was abundant; just every little detail honed to perfection. A ne plus ultra of strength and beauty.

Merlin. The mere thought of those hands made Remus feel dizzy. Oh, how he wanted to run his tongue up that palm, those fingers, feel the taste of Sirius' skin, salty and tingly on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to take those fingers into his mouth, feel their every curve and angle, suck on them till Sirius was just a writhing, moaning mess of lust. He wanted to so badly he couldn't think of anything else, only merge memories and fantasies together and wait until he and Sirius were alone again.

Which was why Remus was sitting in Charms with an unrelenting hard-on, barely able to prevent saliva and whimpers escaping his mouth as he watched Sirius rehearse the wand movements. Swish, thrust, flick, languid swirl, thrust, thrust. Obscene panting was optional.

Remus whined.

Sirius turned to him, head cocked to its side. "You alright, Moony?" he asked with a smile. He idly ran his index finger up and down his wand, probably scratching an itch or not even aware of doing it.

Remus stared at it, the unwittingly sensual motion of it, and apparently his brain had imploded and dribbled out of his ears, because instead of groaning "Nghk," he rasped out, "I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing."

Something glinted in Sirius eyes, completely giving away how much of a poetry nerd he was. He leant forward, towards Remus, so close that Remus could feel his breath, and whispered, "Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling firm-smoothness and which I will again and again and again, kiss..."

Remus had to close his eyes. The sight of Sirius molesting his wand while citing smutty poetry in a low, husky voice was too much. He needed a wank, now.

But of course he couldn't; he was in class, after all. So he had to endure Sirius' sexual harassment for another ten minutes, until class was over, and tried to keep himself from coming in his trousers by mentally ticking off the anatomy of Ogres, especially concentrating on the viscera.

When the bell finally rang, Remus shoved his things into his bag and barely let Sirius do the same before dragging him away to the nearest abandoned cupboard or classroom or whatnot. The bastard didn't even have the decency to look ashamed.

~*~
(The first line ("But thy eternal summer shall not fade") is from William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18, and the rest are excerpts from E. E. Cumming's poem I Like My Body When It Is With Your.)



Title: Lover's Knot
Summary: "If you want to stop, just say so, okay?"
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating/Warnings: R for awkward boys
Wordcount: 801
The prompt brighty18 gave to me was this (note: NSFW) and I decided to try and play with it, in spite of not being a fan of BDSM and bondage.


Remus ran the end of the soft rope through the loop, pulling it carefully. After Sirius' late-night confession a few days ago ("Remus? I... I'd want— I think I'd like being tied up. Not whipped or anything, like we saw in those books, just, you know, tied up. Do you, do you think we could try that?") he'd bought the rope for this specific purpose, seeing that they'd only had ties and belts to make do with otherwise. He was infinitely grateful that they weren't at school anymore; having their own flat and bedroom made things so much easier. No risk of bumbling mates bursting in at any moment, for one thing.

"There," he said as he finished the knot. "Is that good? Too tight? Too loose?"

Sirius tugged a little and wriggled his wrists, shaking his head. "No, it’s good."

Remus took a step backwards and gazed at him. Shirt already discarded, Sirius was resting against the bedpost only in his jeans, wrists tied up above his head. He seemed nervous, but not so much that the front of the jeans weren't bunching up funnily.

Reaching out his hand, Remus tugged some strayed curls behind Sirius' ear. "If you want to stop, just say so, okay?" Sirius nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "Okay."

"Just get on with it, will you?" Sirius muttered, his head falling back against the wood. A smile tugged at the corner of Remus' mouth, and he slid his knuckles down Sirius' cheek, down his neck, down to his chest, before withdrawing his hand. He kept the distance between them, while hooking his thumbs into the rear belt loops of Sirius' jeans and slowly pulling them downward, careful not to let himself touch Sirius' skin.

Sirius whined and banged his head softly against the pole, thrusting his hips closer to Remus. Keeping himself out of reach, Remus let go of the belt loops to deftly undo the button and zip before resting his hands by his own flies. Sirius tilted his head forward and glared at him. "Bloody tease."

Remus raised an eyebrow, slowly unbuckling his belt, grinning when Sirius eyes were glued to it. Belt undone, he moved on to his flies, letting his fingers slide and stroke the metal. Sirius leant even more forward, eyes still on Remus' hands, his chin jutting out and lips parted, reaching for a kiss. Remus complied, brushing his lips ever-so-slightly against Sirius' before pulling back again. Tugging at the restraints, Sirius let out a half-choked whine-growl.

Remus let go of his jeans, letting them rest haphazardly on his hips, and ran his fingers through Sirius' hair as he brush-kissed him again.

"Remus."

Placing his palm on Sirius' chest and gently pushing him against the bedpost, Remus pressed himself up against Sirius in one fluid motion. Sirius' breath hitched and jerked, his ribcage heaving erratically under Remus' hand, and he reached for Remus' lips as he struggled against the bonds. Remus tightened his grip on Sirius' curls and kissed him, properly this time, open-mouthed and deep and hot.

There was a frantic edge to Sirius' kisses, a tautness to his lips that Remus was not familiar with, and the small part of Remus' mind that wasn't yet a blathering mess wondered about that. He could feel the same tension underneath his palm as well, as if it was vibrating underneath Sirius' skin, and it was slowly increasing rather than fading away. It wasn't arousal; it was more like something hunted.

Remus pulled away. Sirius was flushed and panting, stared down at his feet, his hands curled into tight fists.

Remus disentangled his hand from Sirius' hair and ran his knuckles down Sirius' cheek again. "Do you want to stop? Is it enough?" he asked, resting his forehead against Sirius', still stroking him.

A few seconds’ awkward silence, and then Sirius whispered, "Yeah." Remus nodded and swiftly undid the knot.

Looking rather sheepish and self-conscious, Sirius took a step away and rubbed his wrists, refusing to meet Remus' eye. Remus tilted his head, watched him, and, before Sirius had time to react, tweaked his nose.

"Stop looking so morose," he said, grinning when Sirius blinked. "It was only a first try, right? Only natural we make a muck of it. Come on, I think I'd fancy playing something."

Sirius stared at him. "You aren't disturbed at all, then?"

"Nope," Remus said briskly, puffing up one of the pillows.

"You, are an utter berk."

"And you're a prat."

"Plonker."

"Dipstick."

"Arse."

"Wanker."

"I'm sure we can do something about that." With that, Remus threw the pillow, which hit Sirius square inthe face. What then started out as a childish pillow fight evolved into some very adult rolling around in the sheets, and they didn't leave the bedroom until four hours later.

~*~

Comments

[brighty18.livejournal.com]

These are both FANTASTIC!! I love mine and the first one was so unspeakably sexy I almost died. Loved the ee cumings!!

And mine was wonderful!! I am not all that into BDSM either - especially for this pairing who I think has literally sufferen enough that they might get into it - but I liked the picture because it was kind of sweetly sexy. And you captured that well. You also captured the sense I actually have of these two with BDSM. Between Remus being caged/chained as a werewolf and Sirius' childhood (and later Azkaban, Merlin knows), anything but light bondage (more for sensuality than pain) would be way out of the question. And you dealt with that well.

Lovely!

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you!! ♥

You also captured the sense I actually have of these two with BDSM.

I had a lot of trouble with that ficlet (which is why this took so long!) because BDSM is something I'm very much not into, and neither can I see Remus and Sirius be. Like you said, they've gone through too many things to able to associate BDSM-themed activites as anything but pleasurable. Which was why I played the coward's card and had them be as awkward as I felt. *g* (I also had a bit trouble at first because as soon as I thought "tied up", an image of a tipsy James with his Gryffindor-tie tied around his head popped up, which was really not what I was looking for. *facepalm*)

Again, thank you, and I'm so happy that you liked it! ♥

[ravenclawbest.livejournal.com]

EE!!
That was not only me shrieking but love to the poet.

These were absolutely delicious.
Especially that UST in the first one!!

Guh.

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥

To be honest, I'm still horribly insecure about writing anything even resembling smut, so it's very nice and relieving to hear that they're alright. *g*

[littlemissgg.livejournal.com]

Hands porn AND kink?
This sort of made my WHOLE week :D
Fabulous stuff. x

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you so much! ♥

There needs to be more hand-porn in the world, y/y?

[rjlblack.livejournal.com]

Well done! Both very hot, especially the first one. I was not familiar with that ee cummings poem, it is really sexy! I loved them quoting poetry at each other, getting each other all riled up! And the description of Sirius's hands was delish. I just wish you hadn't stopped when class was over!

I agree with an earlier comment about the bondage one, that these two have been through so much trauma that they need to keep it light when they're together. But I did like how Remus took charge, both in the way he withheld and then pounced on Sirius, and in that he took good care of him and stopped when he sensed it was too overwhelming. Again, I would have liked to have a more detailed description of the final rolling in the sheets scene that you hinted at.

Lovely, do more!

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥

Ah, yes, the fade-outs are all due to my own hesistancies and insecurities; I'm still not a 100% comfortable with writing smut, so I'm a bit of a cop-out at the moment. Hopefully this will go away in time. *g*

But I did like how Remus took charge, both in the way he withheld and then pounced on Sirius, and in that he took good care of him and stopped when he sensed it was too overwhelming.

That was exactly what I wanted to convey. ♥ I'm one of those who prefer Remus being the "dominant" partner of their relationship, and that mostly because I see him being "better" at taking care of Sirius than the other way around. Not saying that Sirius doesn't take care of those he love, but with his upbringing, the "mollycoddling" probably wouldn't come as naturally to him. (Gods, the boys are so screwed-up and broken.)

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[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Enjoyed both, especially the second one -- I liked the emotions and the way Remus defused the situation at the end. ♥

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[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥

I find that sex-scenes that are too serious (unless it's a dark/angsty fic, of course) often aren't as entertaining to read as the ones with a little humour. *g*

[duck-or-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love the idea of Sirius molesting his wand, and bedroom games, naturally, :D.

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee~
Thank you! ♥

[leafyaki.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD CUMMINGS. *combusts*

Oh my god oh my god, you have made one very happy, obscenely panting (heh, love that expression) fangirl here. Hand porn. Guuuurk.

And the second one is really really sweet ♥

[beeinmybonnet.livejournal.com]

Hah, thank you so much! ♥

I'm so happy to hear that the first one was, er, combustion-inducing? *g*
"Sweet" was exactly what I was going for with the second one. ♥