PWP Fic: Collecting Spoils
May. 5th, 2005 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lls_mutantYeah, so... like I've said, although I LOVE plot, I like a good PWP just as much as anyone. This has no other redeeming value than I had a lot of fun writing it. Especially since I wrote it as I was supposed to be listening to talks on new uses for glycerol.
Title: Collecting Spoils
Pairing: When do I ever write anything BUT Remus/Sirius?
Rating: Delightfully smutty; pure PWP
Word Count: 1,224
Warnings: Sex. A little roleplay or something like that.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adamasoda’s stunning, lovely, amazing artwork Canines. Because they look young there, and because the last chapter of Accidentally In Love was pretty darn angsty, consider this a scene from that time period. (But if you aren’t an Accidentally In Love reader, don’t worry. It’s pure PWP. As long as you know who Sirius and Remus are, and that boys can get it on together, you should be able to follow it ;) )
It was a cold winter night, thick with snow and perfect for staying inside. Remus was lying on his stomach, chin resting on his folded hands as he studied the Scrabble board.
“Today, Moony,” Sirius sighed, slurping his drink.
“I’m thinking,” Remus retorted.
“You’d need it,” Sirius said smugly, glancing again at the score. Sirius, two hundred and sixty two, thanks to a Q, an X, and the judicious use of several A’s and S’s. Remus, one hundred and twenty one, thanks to several hands of all consonants. Ha. The game was over, even if there were still tiles to be played. But Remus would not admit defeat. He was still staring at the board before him, his teeth worrying his lower lip and a crease between his eyebrows as his forehead furrowed in thought. Which was really, really annoying, because there were much more interesting things they could be doing right now.
Screw the game. Sirius got up to take his empty glass out into the kitchen, and then returned and laid down next to Remus.
“Stop cheating,” Remus said, covering his tiles with his hand.
“Like I need to cheat. I’m beating you by a hundred and fifty points,” Sirius said, nuzzling Remus’s neck and slipping his arm around his waist.
“Not for long,” Remus grumbled. “Get off me, oaf. I’m trying to win.” But despite his protest, he didn’t move away.
“I don’t think I will,” Sirius said. He traced the shell of Remus’s ear with his tongue, teasing the lobe and the tendon beneath it. One leg drifted over Remus’s to trap him as Sirius’s hand wandered down to caress Remus’s arse.
“Get off,” Remus repeated, bucking ineffectually, eyes bright and challenging.
“No.” Sirius pulled himself further onto Remus’s body, pinning him to the ground. “I won. I’m collecting my spoils.”
“Oh, we’re playing for sex now?” Remus asked tartly, as Sirius ducked his head to tease Remus’s neck with his lips. His skin was warm and smooth… and very responsive. He could feel Remus’s pulse accelerating, and Remus’s body starting to quiver under his. His hand curled around Remus’s shoulder and he pressed his rapidly growing erection against Remus’s arse. He thought he heard a little moan in response, but it was hard to tell when Remus was in this mood.
“Like you mind. You want me.”
“I want to finish this game.”
“Bullocks. You want me.” Sirius began to work his hand under Remus’s shirt. “You’re going to be begging for it.”
“Will not.” As Sirius pulled back to remove their shirts, Remus took advantage of the opportunity to flip himself over onto his back. “Forget it, Sirius. Not going to happen.” The last word was muffled as Sirius pulled Remus’s shirt off over his head.
“Oh yeah? You’re already hard.” His palm settled on the evidence, massaging firmly. Remus’s cock was full and heavy under his hand, straining against the thick denim. “Tell me you want it.”
“No.”
“You do. You know you do.” Sirius’s voice pitched deep and smooth as his fingers fumbled with Remus’s flies. He pulled the jeans down narrow hips and lean legs, stripping them off with the pants and socks still inside. He stood up to remove his own, and Remus watched him with hungry, intense eyes, not moving from where he was sprawled on the floor. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, as he settled back down, nudging Remus’s legs apart with his knee. “I’m just going to drive inside you, as hard as I can, and you’re going to love it, just like you always do.”
Remus lifted his chin and met Sirius’s gaze. “I’d like to see you try.”
Sirius caught Remus’s wrists, pinning them to the floor. Remus strained against him, hard enough to make Sirius struggle, but not nearly hard enough to throw him. Just enough to make things interesting.
“You’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” Sirius asked, his voice muffled as he mouthed the column of Remus’s throat. His cock probed Remus’s entrance, and it was a struggle to not thrust in right away, especially as Remus pushed forward to meet him. “You don’t need any help at all tonight, do you?” He whispered that spell, and then drove in smoothly, still holding Remus’s wrists to the floor. Remus gasped, his back arching as he struggled uselessly against Sirius’s hold. Sirius pulled back until he almost slipped out, and then slammed in again, watching Remus’s body jerk as he cried out with pleasure.
“I told you,” Sirius said, readying himself again. God, it was hard to keep it this slow, but so worth it. Remus was writhing under him, coming completely undone and thrusting against Sirius. “Want it again?”
“Yes,” Remus gasped. “Sirius, please…”
He did it again; one hard, strong stroke that buried him to the hilt. The bones in Remus’s wrists were grinding together under his hands, so he released them and braced himself against the floor, one leg stretched behind him for extra leverage. One more pounding stroke had Remus moaning, his head tipped back and eyes closed to hide the expression of complete abandon. “Still want to finish the game?”
“Fuck you,” Remus growled.
“Interesting choice of phrase, don’t you think?” Another one, and Sirius began to shake himself, pleasure and pressure building inside him.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Remus ordered.
He didn’t bother to hide him smile as he slammed in once more and Remus’s legs wrapped around him. “Like that?”
“Faster. Just like that but faster.” Remus’s hand threaded through his hair, clenching almost enough to hurt. “Come on. Please.”
“Yeah?” Sirius asked, his hips begging to obey. His arms and back were aching with the effort of holding back so he began to accelerate.
“Faster, Sirius,” Remus begged. “Just fuck me hard and fast, like you want. Please. I’ll do anything.”
He’d meant to tease more, but this was so good and his body wasn’t going to stop now that Remus was begging for it. He pounded in just like Remus wanted, fast and hard and carnal. Beneath him Remus was lost, his body a mass of uncontrolled tremors as he whispered pleading obscenities into the air between them. Sirius’s cock pulsed and tightened, and then there was only white behind his eyelids and he came, hard, head tipped up in ecstasy. When the world emerged in something resembling focus he groped between them blindly, finding Remus’s cock still hard and wanting and rubbing his thumb on that patch beneath, until he felt Remus arch against him and clench around him, clinging to him. They came down together, panting for breath as Sirius pulled out and collapsed against Remus, cheek against chest, listening to Remus’s heart slow down. Remus’s fingers loosened in his hair and became soothing, gently working through tangles and trailing down Sirius’s cheek.
“That was….”
Sirius grinned. “I know.”
“Cheeky sod. What if I was going to say that was the worst I ever had and let’s never do that again?”
“I’d call you a liar. You were enjoying it more than I was.”
“How do you know that?” Remus’s voice was rich with suppressed laughter.
“Because you still haven’t noticed the mess we made of the Scrabble board, and I have.”
The laughter bubbled out. “All right, Sirius,” Remus conceded. “You win.”
Title: Collecting Spoils
Pairing: When do I ever write anything BUT Remus/Sirius?
Rating: Delightfully smutty; pure PWP
Word Count: 1,224
Warnings: Sex. A little roleplay or something like that.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by
adamasoda’s stunning, lovely, amazing artwork Canines. Because they look young there, and because the last chapter of Accidentally In Love was pretty darn angsty, consider this a scene from that time period. (But if you aren’t an Accidentally In Love reader, don’t worry. It’s pure PWP. As long as you know who Sirius and Remus are, and that boys can get it on together, you should be able to follow it ;) )It was a cold winter night, thick with snow and perfect for staying inside. Remus was lying on his stomach, chin resting on his folded hands as he studied the Scrabble board.
“Today, Moony,” Sirius sighed, slurping his drink.
“I’m thinking,” Remus retorted.
“You’d need it,” Sirius said smugly, glancing again at the score. Sirius, two hundred and sixty two, thanks to a Q, an X, and the judicious use of several A’s and S’s. Remus, one hundred and twenty one, thanks to several hands of all consonants. Ha. The game was over, even if there were still tiles to be played. But Remus would not admit defeat. He was still staring at the board before him, his teeth worrying his lower lip and a crease between his eyebrows as his forehead furrowed in thought. Which was really, really annoying, because there were much more interesting things they could be doing right now.
Screw the game. Sirius got up to take his empty glass out into the kitchen, and then returned and laid down next to Remus.
“Stop cheating,” Remus said, covering his tiles with his hand.
“Like I need to cheat. I’m beating you by a hundred and fifty points,” Sirius said, nuzzling Remus’s neck and slipping his arm around his waist.
“Not for long,” Remus grumbled. “Get off me, oaf. I’m trying to win.” But despite his protest, he didn’t move away.
“I don’t think I will,” Sirius said. He traced the shell of Remus’s ear with his tongue, teasing the lobe and the tendon beneath it. One leg drifted over Remus’s to trap him as Sirius’s hand wandered down to caress Remus’s arse.
“Get off,” Remus repeated, bucking ineffectually, eyes bright and challenging.
“No.” Sirius pulled himself further onto Remus’s body, pinning him to the ground. “I won. I’m collecting my spoils.”
“Oh, we’re playing for sex now?” Remus asked tartly, as Sirius ducked his head to tease Remus’s neck with his lips. His skin was warm and smooth… and very responsive. He could feel Remus’s pulse accelerating, and Remus’s body starting to quiver under his. His hand curled around Remus’s shoulder and he pressed his rapidly growing erection against Remus’s arse. He thought he heard a little moan in response, but it was hard to tell when Remus was in this mood.
“Like you mind. You want me.”
“I want to finish this game.”
“Bullocks. You want me.” Sirius began to work his hand under Remus’s shirt. “You’re going to be begging for it.”
“Will not.” As Sirius pulled back to remove their shirts, Remus took advantage of the opportunity to flip himself over onto his back. “Forget it, Sirius. Not going to happen.” The last word was muffled as Sirius pulled Remus’s shirt off over his head.
“Oh yeah? You’re already hard.” His palm settled on the evidence, massaging firmly. Remus’s cock was full and heavy under his hand, straining against the thick denim. “Tell me you want it.”
“No.”
“You do. You know you do.” Sirius’s voice pitched deep and smooth as his fingers fumbled with Remus’s flies. He pulled the jeans down narrow hips and lean legs, stripping them off with the pants and socks still inside. He stood up to remove his own, and Remus watched him with hungry, intense eyes, not moving from where he was sprawled on the floor. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, as he settled back down, nudging Remus’s legs apart with his knee. “I’m just going to drive inside you, as hard as I can, and you’re going to love it, just like you always do.”
Remus lifted his chin and met Sirius’s gaze. “I’d like to see you try.”
Sirius caught Remus’s wrists, pinning them to the floor. Remus strained against him, hard enough to make Sirius struggle, but not nearly hard enough to throw him. Just enough to make things interesting.
“You’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” Sirius asked, his voice muffled as he mouthed the column of Remus’s throat. His cock probed Remus’s entrance, and it was a struggle to not thrust in right away, especially as Remus pushed forward to meet him. “You don’t need any help at all tonight, do you?” He whispered that spell, and then drove in smoothly, still holding Remus’s wrists to the floor. Remus gasped, his back arching as he struggled uselessly against Sirius’s hold. Sirius pulled back until he almost slipped out, and then slammed in again, watching Remus’s body jerk as he cried out with pleasure.
“I told you,” Sirius said, readying himself again. God, it was hard to keep it this slow, but so worth it. Remus was writhing under him, coming completely undone and thrusting against Sirius. “Want it again?”
“Yes,” Remus gasped. “Sirius, please…”
He did it again; one hard, strong stroke that buried him to the hilt. The bones in Remus’s wrists were grinding together under his hands, so he released them and braced himself against the floor, one leg stretched behind him for extra leverage. One more pounding stroke had Remus moaning, his head tipped back and eyes closed to hide the expression of complete abandon. “Still want to finish the game?”
“Fuck you,” Remus growled.
“Interesting choice of phrase, don’t you think?” Another one, and Sirius began to shake himself, pleasure and pressure building inside him.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Remus ordered.
He didn’t bother to hide him smile as he slammed in once more and Remus’s legs wrapped around him. “Like that?”
“Faster. Just like that but faster.” Remus’s hand threaded through his hair, clenching almost enough to hurt. “Come on. Please.”
“Yeah?” Sirius asked, his hips begging to obey. His arms and back were aching with the effort of holding back so he began to accelerate.
“Faster, Sirius,” Remus begged. “Just fuck me hard and fast, like you want. Please. I’ll do anything.”
He’d meant to tease more, but this was so good and his body wasn’t going to stop now that Remus was begging for it. He pounded in just like Remus wanted, fast and hard and carnal. Beneath him Remus was lost, his body a mass of uncontrolled tremors as he whispered pleading obscenities into the air between them. Sirius’s cock pulsed and tightened, and then there was only white behind his eyelids and he came, hard, head tipped up in ecstasy. When the world emerged in something resembling focus he groped between them blindly, finding Remus’s cock still hard and wanting and rubbing his thumb on that patch beneath, until he felt Remus arch against him and clench around him, clinging to him. They came down together, panting for breath as Sirius pulled out and collapsed against Remus, cheek against chest, listening to Remus’s heart slow down. Remus’s fingers loosened in his hair and became soothing, gently working through tangles and trailing down Sirius’s cheek.
“That was….”
Sirius grinned. “I know.”
“Cheeky sod. What if I was going to say that was the worst I ever had and let’s never do that again?”
“I’d call you a liar. You were enjoying it more than I was.”
“How do you know that?” Remus’s voice was rich with suppressed laughter.
“Because you still haven’t noticed the mess we made of the Scrabble board, and I have.”
The laughter bubbled out. “All right, Sirius,” Remus conceded. “You win.”
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Date: 2005-05-06 04:36 am (UTC)*grins* Very hot... mmmmm. *purrs happily* And! Scrabble foreplay! YAY!!! *runs off to try to entice someone into a game*
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Date: 2005-05-06 03:16 pm (UTC)