Body Language
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rynneTitle: Body Language
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Body language does what spoken language cannot.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Notes: First of all, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thistlerose. *hugs* I'm so sorry about all that bad stuff that's going on.
Second of all, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf's Lusty Month of May challenge. Expect lots of smut.
They make love whenever they can now, and it’s still not as often as they’d like. But they had been separated for fourteen long years, and the lost time cannot help but weigh on them. It has changed them, and more than they’d like to think.
Sirius fucks quickly, as if he is afraid that it will all be taken from him if he draws it out too long. When Sirius gets that desperate look in his eyes, there is no foreplay beyond savage kissing, beyond tearing off each other’s clothes, beyond the time it takes to lubricate himself and slide into tight warmth, but Remus doesn’t mind. Sometimes he needs it just as hard and fast as Sirius does.
But when the desperation doesn’t darken Sirius’ eyes, they can go slower, make it last longer. They can slide hands along skin and let tongue follow, let fingertips trace patterns on flat stomachs. They never say their I love yous, not in words, but their bodies speak more eloquently than the cacophony of lips, teeth, tongue could, especially now. Words always seem to get in their way, to betray them, to hit and hurt like knives flung at them. But body language does what spoken language cannot, and heals wounds long left festering.
There is something surreal about their existence now, especially when alone in the house. Alone in the house, they can feel like time has stopped graciously to accommodate them, to allow them time to relearn each other. It’s only when they are not alone in the house, when someone comes to remind Remus of his duty to the Order and he leaves, that Sirius’ eyes regain their desperation. And when Remus comes home, that is when the frantic fucking happens, as if Sirius needs to prove to himself that Remus is real, that Sirius himself is real, and that they, moving together and spiraling together as one toward what has come to seem the pinnacle of Sirius’ existence, are real and really there.
When Sirius starts to think that he is fading away, Remus is there to remind him that he’s not, remind him with lips and with tongue and with hands and with cock, remind him as often as he might wish. Remus does not speak aloud, but with his hands on Sirius’ back he says You’re safe, and with his tongue on Sirius’ chest he says I’m here, and with his lips on Sirius’ cock he says You’re mine, and with his cock inside Sirius’ body he says I love you.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Body language does what spoken language cannot.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Notes: First of all, for
thistlerose. *hugs* I'm so sorry about all that bad stuff that's going on.Second of all, for
pervy_werewolf's Lusty Month of May challenge. Expect lots of smut.They make love whenever they can now, and it’s still not as often as they’d like. But they had been separated for fourteen long years, and the lost time cannot help but weigh on them. It has changed them, and more than they’d like to think.
Sirius fucks quickly, as if he is afraid that it will all be taken from him if he draws it out too long. When Sirius gets that desperate look in his eyes, there is no foreplay beyond savage kissing, beyond tearing off each other’s clothes, beyond the time it takes to lubricate himself and slide into tight warmth, but Remus doesn’t mind. Sometimes he needs it just as hard and fast as Sirius does.
But when the desperation doesn’t darken Sirius’ eyes, they can go slower, make it last longer. They can slide hands along skin and let tongue follow, let fingertips trace patterns on flat stomachs. They never say their I love yous, not in words, but their bodies speak more eloquently than the cacophony of lips, teeth, tongue could, especially now. Words always seem to get in their way, to betray them, to hit and hurt like knives flung at them. But body language does what spoken language cannot, and heals wounds long left festering.
There is something surreal about their existence now, especially when alone in the house. Alone in the house, they can feel like time has stopped graciously to accommodate them, to allow them time to relearn each other. It’s only when they are not alone in the house, when someone comes to remind Remus of his duty to the Order and he leaves, that Sirius’ eyes regain their desperation. And when Remus comes home, that is when the frantic fucking happens, as if Sirius needs to prove to himself that Remus is real, that Sirius himself is real, and that they, moving together and spiraling together as one toward what has come to seem the pinnacle of Sirius’ existence, are real and really there.
When Sirius starts to think that he is fading away, Remus is there to remind him that he’s not, remind him with lips and with tongue and with hands and with cock, remind him as often as he might wish. Remus does not speak aloud, but with his hands on Sirius’ back he says You’re safe, and with his tongue on Sirius’ chest he says I’m here, and with his lips on Sirius’ cock he says You’re mine, and with his cock inside Sirius’ body he says I love you.
