m a n y . h a p p y . r e t u r n s

Many Happy Returns
[by victoria p.]

Rating: Adult

Summary: "That was quite the best birthday present I've ever received."

Notes: Porn for Remus's birthday!

Date: March 10, 2006

Remus loosens up when he drinks. Sirius likes to watch it happen. After the first drink, the furrow in Remus's forehead smoothes out, and the tightness of his mouth eases. After the second, the tension in Remus's narrow shoulders drains away, and he slouches comfortably against whatever surface is available. Sirius likes it best when Remus slouches against him, but that doesn't happen very often anymore.

As the party progresses, Sirius keeps an eye on Remus, who appears to be attempting to drown himself in the punchbowl. He watches Lily's futile attempts to play matchmaker for Remus while he makes his own rounds, always aware of Remus's location, his presence like a prickle under Sirius's skin.

One minute, Remus is laughing with David Maddox in the kitchen, the next, he's disappeared into the back bedroom where Lily has been putting the guests' coats.

Sirius smiles at the girl he's been chatting up and puts her number in his pocket; he has no intention of calling her--he doesn't even own a telling-phone, though James has been badgering him to get one now that he has one.

The back bedroom is quiet, dim and cool after the press of noise and bodies in the living room and kitchen, and it takes Sirius a moment to adjust.

Remus is sprawled on the bed, shoes kicked off to show one white sock with a hole at the toe, one trouser leg bunched up to show a hairy calf. His eyes are closed and he's wearing a wide smile.

"All right, there?" Sirius asks, leaning over him.

The words are hardly out of his mouth when Remus's hands fist in his shirt, and Remus's mouth is pressed against his, hot and wet and tasting of the potent rum punch Lily cooked up for the party. Heat shivers down Sirius's spine, flares under his skin at the touch of Remus's tongue against his. Remus doesn't let go, nips and licks at Sirius's mouth before pushing his tongue inside again, and Sirius lets him, lets Remus pull him down onto the bed and into his arms.

"Better now," Remus murmurs, hands sliding up under Sirius's shirt, warm against his back, tipping his face up for another kiss.

A thousand things flit through Sirius's mind at this moment--is he drunk? am I taking advantage? will we fuck this up?--but they all pale in comparison to the liquid rush of desire dancing through his veins at the touch of Remus's hands and mouth against his skin.

"Happy birthday," he says, sliding his lips along Remus's jaw, up to his ear, hands working on the buttons of Remus's shirt.

"Going to unwrap my present now," Remus answers, unzipping Sirius's fly and reaching into his trousers.

"Fuck," Sirius bites out when Remus's hand, warm and firm, wraps round his prick and starts stroking. "Are you sure?"

Remus grabs Sirius's hand, guides it to his own prick, and thrusts up against it.

That's all the answer Sirius needs.

Remus gasps when Sirius gets his flies open and wraps a hand around his cock, mouth moving silently. He pulls Sirius down into another kiss, and Sirius knows exactly what he's trying to say.

They thrust and stroke, frantic, desperate, the heavy pulse of his heartbeat, the ragged gasp of their breath all but drowns out the music from the other room. The tension spirals high and tight, and then the orgasm hits with the force of a dozen bludgers, and he chokes out, "Fuck, Moony," before Remus kisses him again, swallowing the rest of his words as the world goes white with heat and pleasure.

He gathers himself, still stroking, so he can watch as Remus comes, wet and warm, from his touch, over his hand. He presses kisses to Remus's eyes, his nose, his lips, murmuring, "That's my Moony, yeah," while Remus clutches blindly at him, beautiful as he comes undone.

He kisses and pets Remus as they both drift on the haze of contentment; he loves seeing Remus warm and louche and satisfied. Wants to see it as often as possible, and tells Remus so. Remus grins and pulls him into another kiss.

They are still kissing, softly, all urgency spent, when he hears the door swing open and Lily says, "Remus, we're going to have cake--Oh. Oh my."

Remus blushes and presses his face into the crook of Sirius's neck.

Sirius looks over at her and grins. "We started unwrapping the gifts a little early," he says.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," she answers with a grin of her own. "Five minutes to clean up your mess. And I hope you didn't stain Alice's coat." The door closes with a click and he can feel Remus shaking with silent laughter beneath him.

"Thank God it wasn't Prongs," he says, kissing the irresistible dimple on the left side of Remus's mouth. Then he kisses the one on the right side, so it doesn't feel left out. Then he has to kiss Remus properly, because his lips are so tempting and--

He's interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. "Oi!" James yells through the wood. "Don't make me come in there."

Sirius sighs and reaches for his wand. A quick Scourgify and they're cleaned up and ready to face the crowd. Remus is still blushing, but his mouth is curved in a blissful grin.

"Thank you, Sirius. That was quite the best birthday present I've ever received."

Sirius grins back, wide and wicked. "Here's to many happy returns."

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