c o m i n g . h o m e

Coming Home
[by victoria p.]

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Remus likes coming home after a hard day's work.

Notes: Written as comment porn for Mousapelli.

Date: August 16, 2004

After almost a year of living together -- choosing to live together, not just being tossed into a dormitory together by a crazy magic hat -- Remus still comes home every day worried that it's all been a dream, that not only won't Sirius be there, waiting for him, but that they've never been friends at all, that it's all been some hallucination or cosmic joke.

He never tells Sirius this, though he's mentioned it to Peter once or twice, but he thinks Sirius knows. Sirius is almost always around when Remus comes home from work.

He holds his breath as he opens the door, steels himself for the possible emptiness of the flat, but no, Sirius is there, sprawled on the couch, dressed only in a pair of black jeans and looking like a young Dionysus, hair spread out on the pillows, bare chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep.

Sirius doesn't work, and doesn't need to. He tells Remus not to bother, either, but Remus likes working, likes the freedom of it, when he can get it.

Remus strips off his tweed blazer and gently unbuttons his shirt, slipping out of his loafers and leaving them neatly in the front hall, beside Sirius's motorbike (which doesn't belong inside, but Remus never has the heart to tell him to put her outside) and the umbrella stand Peter gave them as a housewarming gift.

He knows this hallway -- he can walk the whole flat with his eyes shut (it's really very tiny, not at all big enough for two people, especially not one who takes up as much space as Sirius Black, but Remus usually finds it comforting, not claustrophobic) which allows him to concentrate on Sirius's body, and all the things he's going to do to him.

Sirius stirs and mumbles as Remus approaches, one leg kicking out as if he were changed into Padfoot and dreaming of chasing rabbits. Remus avoids it easily and kneels down on the floor beside him.

He blows softly into Sirius's ear, dips his tongue into the delicate whorls, then licks at the sensitive spot beneath, which always makes Sirius moan. Then he slides his lips along Sirius's stubbled jaw, enjoying the taste of Sirius's skin and sweat and a hint of soap.

Sirius's breath hitches and his eyelids flutter, but he doesn't open them.

Remus smiles; if Sirius wants to play it like that, he's happy to oblige.

He eases Sirius's flies open, feathers his lips over the soft skin of Sirius's belly before following the trail of hair down to Sirius's hardening cock.

He slides his fingers up and down the shaft lightly first, loosely, before bending to take the head in his mouth, licking along the slit.

Sirius groans above him, and Remus laughs, the vibrations making Sirius moan again.

Lifting his head, Remus asks, "Awake, are we?"

"Fuck, Remus, don't stop."

Remus obliges, one hand cupping and squeezing Sirius's balls while the other strokes his shaft more firmly now before taking it in his mouth again.

He loves the feel of Sirius's cock in his mouth, hard and heavy on his tongue, the velvet heat of it going straight to his own cock; the wordless cries Sirius makes as he twines his fingers in Remus's hair send heat and need racing along his veins. Sirius tries to hold him still, long fingers strong against his skull. Remus stops moving, lets Sirius fuck his mouth, opening wide and taking him deep until Sirius is coming down Remus's throat. He swallows it all, sucking and licking until Sirius is spent.

He looks up to see Sirius smiling sleepily at him, stretching his arms above his head.

"Good day at work?"

"Mmm hmm," Remus replies, licking his lips. He stands and strips his trousers and y-fronts off in one quick movement, leaving them on the floor with his socks balled up on top. He climbs onto the couch and straddles Sirius's hips. "Even better now that I'm home."

He leans forward for a hello kiss, hands tangling in Sirius's soft, dark hair, hips already thrusting against Sirius's body, and silently thanks the fates that it isn't all a dream, and that Sirius is waiting for him when he comes home every day.

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