How Long Does Cervix Stay High?

Take me with you. Another gift

Title: Take me with you
Author: nefene
Beta : acardia17
Pairing: Remus / Sirius
Rating: NC17 (no doubt)
Summary: Sirius has a request. Remus is poised between past and present.
Words: 1335
Warnings: Slash, descriptive sex scenes, set in the fifth book (when Sirius is forced to Grimmauld Place)

Notes:
For both short (and a rich 'playful fun, "like a finger stuck in a blender," says ACARD ...), are two Remus / Sirius in less than two weeks. The thing is beginning to be worrisome.

This is born into a dark and stormy night sleepless, having by chance read the prompt on the day of Fanworld and teased by the idea of participating in the p0rn fest. Esimetevi not by criticism, and I still have a lemon very conflictual relationship (and uneasy) ...
A big thanks to Acardia17 ! I love it! ♥

Written on January 5th day of the prompt Fanworld: "Take me with you," and participating in the p0rn fest (Prompt: Scars).

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Fanworld - Nocturne Alley

Take me with you.

There will be memories,
or evenings deserve pain
night hoping to watch

JLBorges

" Take me with you," Sirius whispers floor on her skin, her lips brushing his shoulder. The tone is mischievous, retains traces of a smile that comes to mind groans, whispers and other playful blackmail under the sheets. Remus wants to cling to that shred of his nails rediscovery complicity, to a past that seems to find life in the contact of their naked bodies, but knows that it is a feeling moody and ineffable. Too many years have passed and many things have changed, because hate to be two teenagers hidden under a quilt soft and colorful, ready to taste the love, sex, and lifetime.

leaves Sirius ran his fingers gnarled rough on the sides of Remus, holding firmly that it encounters. It goes forward, penetrating a little, but still not enough because his presence in Remus becomes something more than a frustrating stimulation.

" Take me with you," she repeated, kissing the top lobe of his ear and holding it down against the mattress, blocking the movement which would make him excited to go deeper within him. "Take me with you, Moony,"

Sirius rises and wrapping an arm around my waist forced him to prop up on elbows and knees. "Take me with you." A gentle touch of knuckles on the curve of her buttocks; Sirius it goes through the soft, rounded profile, focusing finally on the angular projection of the hip bone to hide the trembling of his hand. It just rocks, picking the opening of Remus: he is within just a few inches, it expands in a circular motion of the tip of his erection, but it gives them the pleasant feeling of open and filled with friction. Waits: His words are a promise and a request set.

Remus emits a low moan, and hold the sheets crumpled between the fingers contracted. It is painfully excited, but the knowledge that another will not - nor will be allowed to touch - until you respond to the continual exhortation, rather than increase his desire to let go of the hands that caress and hoarse whispers and warm, yet the rationality. It is not an agreement that can give Sirius, and its just no bitter taste to break the farce.

He feels his chest bare and hot Sirius press against his back: contact him to buckle throwing back her head and the other with his tongue teases the delicate and sensitive skin just below his ear. Then he runs through the neck with wet kisses and noisy, down vertebra to vertebra, alternating wails to his minor bites on the skin taut and thin. "Moony," the plan still calls, hoarse voice full of excitement. "Take me with you."

is asking him not. He would like to order them, maybe make him, by exploiting the few weapons that have remained at his disposal. The pleasure that can give you is still a powerful means of persuasion, but Remus can not help but wonder if you insist on taking it from behind so that he sees in his body changed as evidence of what they have lost - an entire life.

Before Sirius always insisted to face him when they made love, to watch his every expression and every eye in response to the pleasure. He undressed, leaving admire, aware of her beauty and seductive in its own way of living shameless sex. Adored him with eyes, lips and hands, to erase the embarrassment for the scars on his chest and his movements a bit 'awkward, the desire to take my breath away, leading him to pray for more, and to promise anything just to feel it inside.

was beautiful, Sirius. Under those sheets, the illusion that together they could tackle anything come true in their bodies twisted and turned in their eyes and laughing.

" You're beautiful," said Remus, and ignores the sudden movement of a hand of Sirius on his side, to that phrase. It's true: it is beautiful, as beautiful and painful it together again. He wants to drown in nostalgia, in relief, to pretend that the two of them together are sufficient to restore happiness.

But it is not. Sirius can not play with their requests, and Remus can not let go of him without thinking.

caressing fingers glide toward its erection, coordinated plan to touch the slow swing of their bodies, they walk its length with confidence and familiarity. "Take me with you," he repeats again Sirius, and Remus felt a subtle note of warning in his voice.

Remus groans going to meet the strong hand that now holds his penis, and respond, then: "No." A syllable round, blown up in his mouth, the camouflaged pants. But Remus knows that Sirius has heard, and though perhaps he did not expect a different answer for his part, feels it emits a puff of frustration, her body rigid with just disappointment. "No," Remus repeated more convinced. He does it for him, to protect it. "You know that I can not, that you can not ..."

Sirius says nothing, goes forward, penetrating with one movement, dry and decided that ripping a scream. Then he pulls back and with a hand still on his shoulder and the other to the soft folds of her crotch, takes to fuck it hard and fast, more than his body could endure no longer used.

It hurts, it feels broken, and too open, the noise and heat of Sirius's flying balls against her buttocks excites him, but those pressures are too painful because it can hope to be that way. Serra's eyes, stiff arms and spreads his knees a little, to meet the body pressing against his. The groans Sirius are noisy and broken now, and his movements are becoming more rude and wild; pursues her own pleasure regardless of Remus, slamming in his opening abused, punishing him for a ban not to blame for a past that no can be reconstructed. Is inside of him with a long lament, then retracts kissing her shoulder and he collapsed on the mattress.

Their eyes met; Remus plan extends a hand and gently touched the cheek of Sirius, his lips parted from breathing. "How soon are you going?" Asked the latter with a subdued tone. Remus approached him and gives him a kiss short and dry. "We still have ten minutes," he murmurs. He can not even finish the sentence that Sirius has already begun to touch him, masturbating him with slow and determined.

" I think when you're on duty?" Sirius murmured, burying his head in the hollow in her neck, touching the tip of the nose with his skin flushed. "Think of us? In my hands? To me you do? "A light bite, a little more than a kiss with his mouth open. "I'll think about it, because I would leave this fucking house, and I would protect you." A warm shiver at those words, while Sirius's hand moves faster and faster. "Do not trust me, Moony?" Falsely casual tone can not hide the accusation implied in the application. Sirius can not go out, because the world does not trust him. It is also the fault of Remus, who believed him, that did not trust him, them.

is a few moments later, his fingers dirty with hot jets of Sirius, while these strong biting the skin of the shoulder until you feel in the mouth the taste of blood.

A few minutes later, Remus has already been covered and is ready to leave the room. He wants to stay awhile 'there, to bring up old memories or create new ones, including those crumpled sheets. Look at the back of Sirius, too long and lean, the skin is thin and tight over the bones protruding, covered by more or less obvious scars. Remus knows that those were not the most painful wounds.

" I love you," murmured before leaving, in the silence of the room.

Fine.