rynne | PSA

There needs to be more dirty talking in this fandom. There just needs to be. A lot more.

Therefore I challenge you all to write me some, because there can never be enough dirty talking.

(And whoever writes me dirty talking R/S comment porn gets more in a reply back to them!)

*does not care at all that she needs to be at school in less than seven hours*

Wriiiiiite ittttt...

:D

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I can't write anything now, for I'm trying to finish my last mid-term paper (please, no more bunnies, no more procrastination, PLEASE!), but I did wrote a R/S comment porn for

longsunday (and cross-posted it) a few weeks ago with a good deal of dirty talking, seeing that it is one of my kinks (and it got one fangirl scandalized, because apparently she had only read fics with Lucius saying what my Remus says in the fic). Does that suit you?

From:

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Oh, I can probably give you something here.... :)

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Sirius isn't fucking around this time. He's already naked, already flushed with the rush of blood, when he finds Remus and murmurs a word that slams the door shut and twists its lock. Remus feels a rush of pure adrenaline suffuse his blood when he drops his papers and turns to Sirius, takes a good look, knows knows knows what's coming.

And he shuts his eyes so neither one of them go too fast. If they're looking, it'll be too much. If they're just feeling first... just listening....

He waits, and hears Sirius laugh.

"Got you alone," he murmurs. The words are thick, heavy-sweet like honey and caramel, melting down Sirius' throat and making him hum with pleasure from their taste: "Finally. Finally. Just you, and me...."

Remus smiles a little and tilts his head back, waiting. He can feel Sirius stepping closer. One step -- two--

Sirius pushes him to the bed, swings his leg over Remus' knees and straddles him, putting his hands on Remus' collar. His fingers don't move yet, though. He's going to tell Remus first what he's going to do, and Remus wants to listen.

"So now that we're here..." He tilts his head. "Think I'll start with undressing you. Watch, tie, shirt, so you're there all bare to my hands...." He pauses. "What do you want first -- my fingers or my tongue?"

Remus shifts, just a little impatiently, while Sirius' fingers start on his tie. "You could... do both."

Sirius leans close and nips under his jaw, then licks there, before he laughs. "Greedy bastard."

"Well, if you want me to do anything back...."

"Blackmailing bastard."

Remus laughs and dares a peek; Sirius has slipped the tie away and is working the buttons, moving faster now. His eyes are narrow and intent. "But you know I know what you like, so... why fight it?" Remus murmurs.

One of Sirius' hands drops and strokes, slow and hard, right down Remus' cock. "It's something we both like."

Remus arches and hisses, then gasps in as Sirius pulls his hand away. "Fuck...."

"Yeah," Sirius whispers. "I like that. I like fucking." He curves his head down, kissing Remus' shoulder, moving toward his neck with slow swipes of tongue. Every pause in speech gives him time for another molestation. "Fucking long... and hard... like I'm gonna get so deep inside you that I'll just burn in you forever...."

Remus groans and tilts his head, inviting -- fuck, he's practically begging -- Sirius to get closer. When Sirius bites and kisses and breathes deep, the humid heat of his breath so warm against his skin, Remus grips tighter and feels his hips thrust hard. It's already almost too good to resist, but it's getting even better hotter ohfuckyes with every move Sirius makes. Because that caressing mouth has started to form muffled, fiery words against his flesh, punctuated by Sirius' hands ripping at the rest of Remus' clothes: "Want to fuck you. Want to feel you from the inside out. Want you underneath me howling--"

"Then do it," Remus hisses, struggling to help Sirius push his trousers down. "Fucking fuck me."

Sirius, seeing his body fully bared now, tosses Remus' clothes aside and stares, eyes fluttering shut and cock twitching with barely-suppressed lust. "Turn over...."

"No," Remus says tightly, gripping his wrist and tugging him closer. Damned if he's going to miss a moment of this -- "I'm gonna watch you go."

He watches Sirius' expression change, a dark but eager smile spreading as he reads Remus' face in return. "Planning on topping from the bottom, hmm?"

"I give as good as I get," Remus breathes, mimicking that smile. "And next time... it's my turn. So fucking hurry up." He reaches across and touches Sirius' cock, just once, enough to make him shake and swear. "'Cause I'm not waiting forever."

"Fine, then." Sirius accios a bottle from the bedstand so vehemently it slaps into his hand with audible force. The near-wince on his face makes Remus laugh -- until Sirius is pinning him down and leering. "You're going to get everything you asked for...."

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....that enough of a start for you?

*falsely innocent little smile*

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“’M not too tired,” Remus insisted, though he let himself sink down against the pillows.

Sirius laughed lightly. “Sure you’re not,” he said, affectionately. “You’re not tired like I’m not hard.” He arched an eyebrow.

“I could,” Remus yawned, “do something about that…”

“Later,” Sirius promised. He bent down and picked up a pillow from the floor, one that had only been slightly chewed on by an enthusiastic dog and werewolf. “And just after full moon, you’re allowed to be tired enough that a good shag will have to be postponed.”

“Hmph,” Remus said, as Sirius put the pillow near his head. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting to.”

Sirius grinned. “Me neither. Hey, how about I tell you a story? Got a good one you’re sure to love…”

“Really.” Remus looked at him skeptically. “Like a bedtime story?”

“Mmmm,” Sirius agreed, his eyes half-closing. “Perfect word for it, bedtime story. Only this story, see, it starts in the future. Like, say, tomorrow night.”

Remus tilted his head on the pillow and raised an eyebrow. “Tomorrow night,” he said, closing his eyes a long moment before opening them again. “Do tell.”

“I intend to.” Sirius seated himself at the foot of the bed. “There’s these two blokes—John and Cyon, we’ll call ‘em.” Remus snorted at the names, and Sirius poked his ankle. “Who’s telling the story here?” he demanded.

“You are,” Remus said, his voice filling up with sleep. “Now go on, I want to hear about what happens to,” he paused, “John and Cyon.”

“Right, John and Cyon,” Sirius said. He tapped his lips with his index finger and shifted slightly closer to Remus. “See, these two blokes are madly in love with each other. Sometimes John gets sick and Cyon takes care of him, and sometimes Cyon gets in trouble and John bails him out, and they’re very happy with each other. Much like you and me,” Sirius added.

“I was wondering at the resemblance,” Remus said dryly, and Sirius poked him gently in the ankle again.

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“No interrupting,” he said, and Remus waved at him to go on. “Anyway, John and Cyon are madly in love with each other. And they like to shag, a lot. They think it’s very fun, is shagging, because who doesn’t think orgasms are brilliant? And one day when their friends are off at Quidditch practice, Cyon thinks up this plan. It’s an absolutely brilliant plan, and not just because Cyon thought of it, but because it’s sure to have John begging within a few minutes, and Cyon likes that.”

“Wonder what John thinks of that…” Remus murmured. His eyes were closed, but Sirius knew he was listening.

He poked Remus gently again, this time at the bottom of his foot, and Remus twitched. Sirius grinned—Remus was ticklish there, and tickling Remus was always great, great fun. But he had a story to get on with. “Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt? John quite likes the idea—or rather, he will once Cyon begins to implement it. Because right now, John is a very unsuspecting bloke, and Cyon’s going to have fun with that.

“But,” Sirius continues, “Cyon is such an impatient bloke himself that he absolutely has to implement his plan that night, and he decides that Cyon and John’s roommates can fuck themselves, because who cares if they said there would be no shagging while they were in the room, a brilliant plan like Cyon’s shouldn’t be delayed one minute more than necessary. So that night Cyon sneaks into John’s bed and casts an Imperturbable Charm, as the coming revelry is for them alone.”

“Hmm, revelry,” Remus said, his eyes still closed. “Sounds fun.”

Sirius decided to ignore the interruptions from then on. “So Cyon casts the Imperturbable Charm, and this wakes John up. John doesn’t ask why Cyon is there, as John can quite easily guess, but when Cyon doesn’t begin with the expected snogging, John starts getting a bit nervous. ‘Cyon?’ he asks, and Cyon grins at him. ‘John,’ he says, and his voice is all husky, the voice that always gives John gooseflesh and a hard-on. That time’s no exception, and John shivers and squirms as Cyon just sits there on his bed, watching him.

“And then Cyon closes his eyes, and he says, ‘I’ve been wanting you all day, you know. When we were in Transfiguration and you had your hand raised and about to answer the professor’s question, I could think of nothing but stripping you down right in the middle of class, in front of the teacher and all, and running my hands up your thighs, and taking your cock in my mouth.’ And John remembers that bit in Transfiguration when he had his hand raised, and he remembers the sensation of Cyon’s eyes on him, burning through his robes, and John squirms and flushes.”

Remus was flushing too, Sirius couldn’t help but notice approvingly. He hadn’t started squirming yet, though. But there was still time, so Sirius resumed his story.

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Will have to finish tomorrow, as I've got to sleep now. Early classes, you know. *truly innocent smile* :p

From:

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mm... looking forward to it! :)

From:

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Also love the dirty talk, and agree that there isn't nearly enough of it. So, here we go...

Remus was stretched out on his bed reading The Once and Future King when Sirius returned from Quidditch practice.

"Remus, I..." Sirius began.

"That wasn't very nice of you, Sirius," Remus said, not looking up. "Not very nice, just running off and leaving me like that."

"Remus, you know I'm sorry. But Stephens swore that if I missed one more practice I would be kicked off the team. And I was ten minutes late as it was," Sirius offered by way of apology.

"Well, you should have thought about that before you went and got me...all worked up and then just left me here with, shall I say, a very pressing problem," the other boy replied, laying his book on the bedside table.

"Gods, Remus, it was just as hard for me, I promise you that," Sirius said, grinning slightly at his choice of words.

"I had to take care of it by myself, Sirius," Remus went in, ignoring Sirius' interjection. "I was thinking of you, though. Maybe I should tell you about it?"

"Oh, yes," Sirius breathed. Remus thought of him while he was wanking, and he was going to tell him about it? Sirius felt himself growing hard at the mere thought.

Remus grinned at Sirius' tone. "Very well," he said. "Sit on the bed, right here, next to me," he patted the sheets next to him. "But you can't touch, alright? Not me, not yourself."

Sirius moaned as he took a seat next to Remus, who was lying half-reclined on a pile of pillows.

Sirius had watched Remus wank before, and it never failed to fascinate him. When Sirius did it, he couldn't keep his hands off his prick, stroking hard and coming fast. Remus, however, liked to tease himself, put off the moment as long as possible. Sirius loved seeing that, loved seeing Remus slowly lose control.

Remus closed his eyes and began to run his hands slowly over his chest. "I saw you like you were just before you left. Propped over me, just pulled back from a kiss. Your eyes were shining, and your lips were all red and swollen.

But this time you didn't jump up and leave me hard and wanting. You slid slowly down my body, kissing and licking your way down my neck. You bit that little spot just above my collarbone that I love so much." Remus pinched said area hard, and groaned. Sirius ached with the effort of not touching himself or his boyfriend.

"Then you opened all the buttons on my shirt," Remus continued, suiting actions to words. "You kissed a trail all the way down my chest, running your tongue and your teeth over my nipples until they were hard and stiff." Remus pinched and fondled his nipples until they stood upright.

"You stroked lightly over my stomach, barely touching me, light ghosting touches with your fingers that nearly undid me." Remus' breathing became harsher and faster.

"You ran your hands softly over my crotch, not taking my trousers off at first, just cupping me through them," Remus said as his hand closed over the bulge in his jeans. He left it there for a few moments, just squeezing and stroking gently. Sirius had to sit on his hands to keep from touching.

"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. 'Gods, Sirius, just do it,' I told you. You undid the button and unfastened the zipper and slipped my trousers and boxers down around my knees," Remus gasped as he undid the fly and slid his jeans down, freeing his erection.

He began rubbing his inner thighs as he continued, still not letting his hand come anywhere near his aching cock. "You licked up and down my legs, blowing hot air where you had just licked, and ooooh it felt so good. You bit me, too, right...there," and Sirius saw faint nail marks under Remus' circling fingers, where earlier his hands had tried to live up to his imagination.

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"When you did that, I was...begging...for you to get on with it. I was so close, and I wanted to come inside of you. You took me in your mouth and it was so hot...and wet...and good...Remus finally gave in and took his prick in hand, running his hand up and down quickly, the other one dropping down to fondle his balls.

"Oh, gods, Sirius....yes...do that thing...with your tongue...again...yes...right there....you always feel...so fucking...good...Padfoot."

Everything about him was erratic now, from the movement of his hands to his breath to his tumbled words, face sweating, hair damp and down in his face, and Sirius thought he had never looked sexier, had never wanted to touch him more...

"OhgodsSiriusMerlinyesyesyesyesI'mcoming" Remus screamed as he came, Sirius' name on his lips.

Sirius looked at Remus as he came down from his high and opened his eyes slowly.

"See what you miss when you run off, Sirius?" Remus asked, ginning mischieviously.

Sirius nodded, unable to speak a word.

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"Oh, God, Sirius," Remus breathed, his voice hoarse and his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "It reeks in here, like vinegar. What died, anyway?"

"Just because you're a neat freak doesn't mean the rest of us have to be," Sirius said with a scowl as he threw another dirty sock into the washbasket.

There, is that dirty enough?