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small_giftsTitle: Surprise Birthday
Author:mindabbles
Recipient:red_squared
Rating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *silliness, misnamed celebrations, mention of shaving kink, light bondage*
Word Count: 1,200
Summary: Sirius knows when Remus' birthday is, but he wants it to be a surprise.
Author's notes: Thank you tored_squared for stepping in and delivering such a fabulous pinch hit gift. For you, my dear, here is some smutty silliness. I went back to last year and pulled your prompts: first celebration of Remus' birthday as a couple; pre-Azkaban-era, staying in together on a Winter night; and your fondness for a smitten-eager-bottom-sexually-clueless-but-otherwise-clever!Sirius and a growly-possessive-sexually-knows-everything!Remus (although he's not that growly and possessive because Sirius is still too smitten to give him reason to be). I do hope you enjoy! Thanks and hugs to elizassecret and gryffindor_j for the beta(s).
"What the hell are you doing?"
Sirius waved his hand, shooing James and bending low over his work. He had to focus.
"Padfoot," James shouted. "What are you doing and when are we going round to the pub?"
Sirius frowned and shook his head, concentrating harder on his task.
"If you don't answer me, I will hex you. I gave up an evening on the settee with Lily to hang about with your mangy arse and you aren't paying me any attention."
"I'm making Moony's birthday present, tosser," Sirius muttered. "So shut it. I only have until tomorrow and I can't do it later because he'll be here, I hope he will anyway, and it's a surprise."
"What are you on about?" James asked, coming over to look down at the coffee table where Sirius was working. "Moony's birthday isn't for over two months."
Sirius looked at James and shook his head. He was his best mate, and he would always love him, but he really could be an idiot sometimes. "I said, it's a surprise. If I gave it to him on his birthday, that would hardly be a surprise, now would it?"
"You are completely mental," James said. He flopped onto the settee and summoned a Butterbeer from the larder. "And if you tell me that you're doing something unforgivably soppy because this is the first birthday since you decided that your arse was the place for his cock, I'm going to be sick. Only it's not even his birthday, so I'll be sick twice."
"Shut it," Sirius said. "If you sick up on my dragon hide boots, you won't have to worry about where you put your cock. And yes. That is why. This is our first birthday together, together."
"It. Is. Not. His. Birthday," James growled.
"I told you, dim wit," Sirius said. "It. Is. A. Surprise."
James leaned forward, resting his wrists on his knees and peering at the table. "You're giving him a charmed shaving kit? How is that romantic? Oh fuck, please don't tell me it's some kinky bloke thing."
"Wasn't going to tell you," Sirius grinned as he waved his wand and his gift to Remus was covered in thick red and gold paper, a giant satin bow twisting around it. If he was reading Remus right, and he was sure he was, he was in for a mind-blowing night.
"What are you grinning about?"
"It's amazing, Prongs," Sirius said, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the memory of that first time, just two days ago, when Remus had thrown his legs over his shoulders, pushed inside him, and shown him what all the fuss was about. "You should try it, really. I mean, not with him. Too bad, really, Lily can't—"
"She could, actually." Sirius turned to the door. Remus leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. The tone of his voice slid like melted ice down Sirius' spine. "She'd just have to—"
"How long have you been standing there?" Sirius interrupted, not particularly keen to mix images of Lily and James in with his treasured memory of the other night. He moved to stand in front the table, blocking Remus' view of the parcel.
"Long enough," Remus said, his gaze warming Sirius down to his toes.
"What does that mean?" James asked, in a tone that said he really didn't want an answer. Sirius blinked at him, trying to regain his balance.
Remus smirked and said, "I'm off for a shower. See you two when you get back from the pub, yeah?"
Sirius watched him walk down the hall toward the loo.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Padfoot, close your mouth," James said, hand warm on his shoulder. "But you know, mate, as much as that just now made me want to beg you to Obliviate me, I'm pleased you're happy."
*
Sirius stretched, feeling a slight burn in his muscles as he pulled against the soft ropes Remus had cast about his wrists, binding him to the headboard. Last year, when Remus had found the headboard at an estate sale, an ornate thing with wrought-iron scrolls, he had wondered at the way Remus' eyes lit. Remus had purchased it on the spot, and it had seemed so out of character. Not anymore.
"We're going to miss New Year with the others," Sirius said, not really complaining. Being home with Remus as they moved into their first full year together was just where he wanted to be. He squirmed on the bed, feeling deliciously exposed and open, the sting of the razor having been soothed away by Remus' tongue.
"It's my birthday party," Remus murmured. He moved over Sirius, covering him with his body. The golden ropes cut lightly into Sirius' wrists. "And I'm not finished with you."
Sirius gasped as Remus' cock slid along his cleft. "Oh fuck, oh," Sirius moaned, pushing back against him. "Please, can we, can you...I want to do that again."
"You want me to fuck you?" Remus' low voice rumbled, a vibration in his chest.
"Moony," Sirius whined, bucking up and spreading his legs as much as the silky ropes would let him.
Remus made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. He entered him slowly, nipping at the back of his neck, and Sirius felt utterly and thoroughly taken. Last time, Sirius had been unable to do anything except feel, frozen as he tried to memorise every sensation, every little thing Remus did. Now he moved with Remus, arching to meet him and gasping at the pull of the ropes on his wrists and the excruciating pleasure of Remus' cock sliding in and out of him.
"Ah, so beautiful, so good." Remus' voice was soothing, but his hands greedy, pulling Sirius back against him, fucking him harder. Remus grasped his cock and every muscle tensed and Sirius came hard, collapsing on the bed with Remus still thrusting into him. Sirius trembled, his body oversensitive, waiting and listening for the moment he now knew he loved over any other, the moment when Remus gasped his name with tender affection and lost himself in Sirius' body.
"Sirius," Remus groaned. "Sirius." Sirius closed his eyes and smiled as Remus fell on him, heavy and panting.
From the other room, the bat-shit-mad cuckoo that James had insisted on bringing to the flat from his childhood bedroom screeched that it was the New Year and began shrieking out 'Auld Lang Syne.'
"For my birthday, will you kill that bloody bird and dump the body in the Thames?" Sirius asked, burying his face in the pillow.
"You do know it's not really my birthday," Remus whispered, his lips soft behind Sirius' ear. He shifted off Sirius' back and muttered, 'finite'. The silk cords vanished from Sirius' wrists and arms. Sirius stilled, taking a moment to adjust to the loss of Remus' body heat and the restriction of the bonds. "But I did love my present. Happy New Year, Padfoot," Remus said, leaning to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Happy birthday, Moony," said Sirius, settling into Remus' embrace.
Author:
mindabblesRecipient:
red_squaredRating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *silliness, misnamed celebrations, mention of shaving kink, light bondage*
Word Count: 1,200
Summary: Sirius knows when Remus' birthday is, but he wants it to be a surprise.
Author's notes: Thank you to
red_squared for stepping in and delivering such a fabulous pinch hit gift. For you, my dear, here is some smutty silliness. I went back to last year and pulled your prompts: first celebration of Remus' birthday as a couple; pre-Azkaban-era, staying in together on a Winter night; and your fondness for a smitten-eager-bottom-sexually-clueless-but-otherwise-clever!Sirius and a growly-possessive-sexually-knows-everything!Remus (although he's not that growly and possessive because Sirius is still too smitten to give him reason to be). I do hope you enjoy! Thanks and hugs to elizassecret and gryffindor_j for the beta(s)."What the hell are you doing?"
Sirius waved his hand, shooing James and bending low over his work. He had to focus.
"Padfoot," James shouted. "What are you doing and when are we going round to the pub?"
Sirius frowned and shook his head, concentrating harder on his task.
"If you don't answer me, I will hex you. I gave up an evening on the settee with Lily to hang about with your mangy arse and you aren't paying me any attention."
"I'm making Moony's birthday present, tosser," Sirius muttered. "So shut it. I only have until tomorrow and I can't do it later because he'll be here, I hope he will anyway, and it's a surprise."
"What are you on about?" James asked, coming over to look down at the coffee table where Sirius was working. "Moony's birthday isn't for over two months."
Sirius looked at James and shook his head. He was his best mate, and he would always love him, but he really could be an idiot sometimes. "I said, it's a surprise. If I gave it to him on his birthday, that would hardly be a surprise, now would it?"
"You are completely mental," James said. He flopped onto the settee and summoned a Butterbeer from the larder. "And if you tell me that you're doing something unforgivably soppy because this is the first birthday since you decided that your arse was the place for his cock, I'm going to be sick. Only it's not even his birthday, so I'll be sick twice."
"Shut it," Sirius said. "If you sick up on my dragon hide boots, you won't have to worry about where you put your cock. And yes. That is why. This is our first birthday together, together."
"It. Is. Not. His. Birthday," James growled.
"I told you, dim wit," Sirius said. "It. Is. A. Surprise."
James leaned forward, resting his wrists on his knees and peering at the table. "You're giving him a charmed shaving kit? How is that romantic? Oh fuck, please don't tell me it's some kinky bloke thing."
"Wasn't going to tell you," Sirius grinned as he waved his wand and his gift to Remus was covered in thick red and gold paper, a giant satin bow twisting around it. If he was reading Remus right, and he was sure he was, he was in for a mind-blowing night.
"What are you grinning about?"
"It's amazing, Prongs," Sirius said, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the memory of that first time, just two days ago, when Remus had thrown his legs over his shoulders, pushed inside him, and shown him what all the fuss was about. "You should try it, really. I mean, not with him. Too bad, really, Lily can't—"
"She could, actually." Sirius turned to the door. Remus leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. The tone of his voice slid like melted ice down Sirius' spine. "She'd just have to—"
"How long have you been standing there?" Sirius interrupted, not particularly keen to mix images of Lily and James in with his treasured memory of the other night. He moved to stand in front the table, blocking Remus' view of the parcel.
"Long enough," Remus said, his gaze warming Sirius down to his toes.
"What does that mean?" James asked, in a tone that said he really didn't want an answer. Sirius blinked at him, trying to regain his balance.
Remus smirked and said, "I'm off for a shower. See you two when you get back from the pub, yeah?"
Sirius watched him walk down the hall toward the loo.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Padfoot, close your mouth," James said, hand warm on his shoulder. "But you know, mate, as much as that just now made me want to beg you to Obliviate me, I'm pleased you're happy."
*
Sirius stretched, feeling a slight burn in his muscles as he pulled against the soft ropes Remus had cast about his wrists, binding him to the headboard. Last year, when Remus had found the headboard at an estate sale, an ornate thing with wrought-iron scrolls, he had wondered at the way Remus' eyes lit. Remus had purchased it on the spot, and it had seemed so out of character. Not anymore.
"We're going to miss New Year with the others," Sirius said, not really complaining. Being home with Remus as they moved into their first full year together was just where he wanted to be. He squirmed on the bed, feeling deliciously exposed and open, the sting of the razor having been soothed away by Remus' tongue.
"It's my birthday party," Remus murmured. He moved over Sirius, covering him with his body. The golden ropes cut lightly into Sirius' wrists. "And I'm not finished with you."
Sirius gasped as Remus' cock slid along his cleft. "Oh fuck, oh," Sirius moaned, pushing back against him. "Please, can we, can you...I want to do that again."
"You want me to fuck you?" Remus' low voice rumbled, a vibration in his chest.
"Moony," Sirius whined, bucking up and spreading his legs as much as the silky ropes would let him.
Remus made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. He entered him slowly, nipping at the back of his neck, and Sirius felt utterly and thoroughly taken. Last time, Sirius had been unable to do anything except feel, frozen as he tried to memorise every sensation, every little thing Remus did. Now he moved with Remus, arching to meet him and gasping at the pull of the ropes on his wrists and the excruciating pleasure of Remus' cock sliding in and out of him.
"Ah, so beautiful, so good." Remus' voice was soothing, but his hands greedy, pulling Sirius back against him, fucking him harder. Remus grasped his cock and every muscle tensed and Sirius came hard, collapsing on the bed with Remus still thrusting into him. Sirius trembled, his body oversensitive, waiting and listening for the moment he now knew he loved over any other, the moment when Remus gasped his name with tender affection and lost himself in Sirius' body.
"Sirius," Remus groaned. "Sirius." Sirius closed his eyes and smiled as Remus fell on him, heavy and panting.
From the other room, the bat-shit-mad cuckoo that James had insisted on bringing to the flat from his childhood bedroom screeched that it was the New Year and began shrieking out 'Auld Lang Syne.'
"For my birthday, will you kill that bloody bird and dump the body in the Thames?" Sirius asked, burying his face in the pillow.
"You do know it's not really my birthday," Remus whispered, his lips soft behind Sirius' ear. He shifted off Sirius' back and muttered, 'finite'. The silk cords vanished from Sirius' wrists and arms. Sirius stilled, taking a moment to adjust to the loss of Remus' body heat and the restriction of the bonds. "But I did love my present. Happy New Year, Padfoot," Remus said, leaning to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Happy birthday, Moony," said Sirius, settling into Remus' embrace.
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Date: 2010-01-09 06:52 am (UTC)Oh man.
Oh man.
Being home with Remus as they moved into their first full year together was just where he wanted to be. He squirmed on the bed, feeling deliciously exposed and open, the sting of the razor having been soothed away by Remus' tongue.
Gnnnnnh BRB, DYING.
YOU are my most favourite ever. *tackle glomps*
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Date: 2010-01-09 07:01 am (UTC)Yay! I am very pleased you enjoyed!
Right back at you! ♥
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Date: 2010-01-09 11:03 am (UTC)*starts reading it again*
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Date: 2010-01-10 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 03:13 pm (UTC)AHHHHH!! I love Sirius' logic on giving birthday presents! And poor James pretends he REALLY doesn't want to know (but we all know he does). Oh AND dom!Remus!!!
My fave line had to be this one, though: if you tell me that you're doing something unforgivably soppy because this is the first birthday since you decided that your arse was the place for his cock, I'm going to be sick.
*bursts into laughter*
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Date: 2010-01-09 11:48 pm (UTC)I love James and Sirius' banter and the way Sirius stares. 'Close your mouth' hehehehe. Awwwww.
But this??
Last year, when Remus had found the headboard at an estate sale, an ornate thing with wrought-iron scrolls, he had wondered at the way Remus' eyes lit. Remus had purchased it on the spot, and it had seemed so out of character. Not anymore.
I'm so happy someone sees Remus Lupin the way I do.
LOVELY.
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Date: 2010-01-10 06:16 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the lovely comment!! ♥
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Date: 2010-01-10 03:24 pm (UTC)"I told you, dim wit," Sirius said. "It. Is. A. Surprise."
Hee! I recognize this dynamic! This made me laugh.
Funny, sexy, and perfect for red_squared. *smooch* Fabulous. M.
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Date: 2010-01-11 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-10 04:39 pm (UTC)"How long have you been standing there?" Sirius interrupted, not particularly keen to mix images of Lily and James in with his treasured memory of the other night. He moved to stand in front the table, blocking Remus' view of the parcel.
"Long enough," Remus said, his gaze warming Sirius down to his toes.
"What does that mean?" James asked, in a tone that said he really didn't want an answer. Sirius blinked at him, trying to regain his balance.
There was something just beautiful and funny about that.
I loved James here, too. He was the perfect combination of funny and kind, just how he is in my head:
"Oh for fuck's sake, Padfoot, close your mouth," James said, hand warm on his shoulder. "But you know, mate, as much as that just now made me want to beg you to Obliviate me, I'm pleased you're happy."
Again, that is how I see James, happy for his friends, but just not really wanting to know all that much about him.
This was fun and well-written and, again, I thank you all for such a fine fest!
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Date: 2010-03-05 09:20 pm (UTC)Begging-for-it!bottom!Sirius. Just. I am dead. The conversation with James was perfect, too, but goddamn, Remus Lupin, you are one absolute god of sex. Oh, R/S, how I've missed you!!! Clearly I need to read your R/S MUCH more often, because it always makes me so happy. :D
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Date: 2010-03-07 04:56 am (UTC)I was just thinking that I haven't written much R/S lately!! :D
*hugs*
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