Birthday wishes and R/S snippet
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topaz_eyes! I hope your day is filled with lovely naked boys and alcoholic beverages of your choice!
I didn't quite manage to finish your birthday fic (for the second year in a row: I know, I fail at life:(), but here's a snippet that should prove that the fic does, in fact, exist, and will one day be completed. Hopefully. *g*
Remus/Sirius, prompt - 69, rating R, 800 words.
Remus was watching Peter’s face when he told James and Sirius about his Christmas present. Only the slightest hint of nerves was showing and Remus guessed that had more to do with the performance of telling than any anxiety over the quality of his possession. For seventeen-year-old boys, nothing was better than a book about sex. Especially one with pictures.
James was looking at Peter, a slight frown of confused envy on his face until he decided that Peter would be happy to share his gift with his good mate James. Sirius was staring at the open page, turning his head for a better angle.
“That’s got to be the most brilliant idea ever.”
“What’s that, Padfoot?”
James moved closer to Sirius, tilted his head and took hold of the book in a way that suggested it was fast becoming property of Padfoot’n’Prongs. Peter continued to smile, watching James’ covetous hands with every appearance of delight.
“That, that position. See, the bird is sucking you off, like that, which of course is brilliant. But at the same time, you’re doing the same thing to her. Which is got to make her very happy. Grateful, even. With no chance of making little Prongses or anything. That’s got to be the best thing ever.”
James pushed his glasses up and peered closer.
“She certainly looks very happy here. Peter, how do you put the sound on?”
The book was charmed to produce instructions about the correct positioning of bodies and other useful advice. However, the voices tended to get distracted in the middle of lessons and start producing other noises, which had proved rather distracting themselves. Remus suspected it was all a clever marketing ploy to titillate in the guise of education.
Peter tapped his wand at the page three times.
“Vox.”
A woman’s voice filled the dorm, strangely thrilling yet out of place.
“The sixty-nine, or the practice where both partners give and receive oral sex simultaneously, is a very popular position. This can be done in a number of ways, for example where each partner lies on his or her side, or where one kneels on hands and knees on top of the other. The essential part is that both partners are facing each other’s genitals, from whatever angle this may be achieved. The witch takes the wizard’s penis in her mouth (see page 24 for instructions on oral sex) while the wizard pleasures the witch’s vagina at the same time. This position is particularly good for…oh…Mr. Instructor…that’s…oh…just there…”
As the woman began to moan and James began to blush, Remus watched Sirius frown and twist the book for a better view. There was a momentary fracas when James decided the book would be better used covering his lap than instructing Sirius, but after a brief tugging war Sirius’ nose was two inches from the page and James was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
“Hmm. They don’t actually tell you how to do it, do they?”
“Maybe you should check page twenty-four.”
Sirius gave Remus an affronted look over the page.
“I do know how to do that, Moony. I was talking about this position…”
“You mean you’ve actually done that? To a girl?”
Peter’s voice was half incredulous and half disgusted. Remus rolled his eyes.
“Of course he has, Wormtail. Don’t you know our Sirius is the greatest lover Hogwarts has ever known? There is no heart left unwooed, no skirt unlifted…”
Sirius smacked him in the head.
“Shut up, you daft twat. Yeah, Peter, I’ve done it. Sometimes you have to, you know, to get them to do that to you.”
Peter nodded. He was familiar with the imperative of getting them to do that to you.
“So, what’s it like? I mean, what does it feel like?”
Sirius tapped his chin and took up a pose of great thoughtfulness. Remus rolled his eyes again.
“Sticky. But nice, you know and when the girl’s really enjoying herself…”
Sirius shrugged.
“But it’s not easy. Lot more difficult than doing it to blokes.”
“How would you know? Have you ever done that to a bloke?”
Sirius gave Remus another annoyed look.
“No, of course not. But you can tell. It takes them a lot longer to, you know.”
Peter looked like he wanted to start writing notes.
“Perhaps you’re just overtly horny all the time.”
Sirius tilted his head again, but he wasn’t looking at the book.
“Have you ever done it, eh, Moony? You sound like such an expert.”
There was an insinuating coyness in Sirius’ voice that Remus decided to ignore.
“Of course I have.”
“Really? The sixty-nine?”
“Yes.”
Peter was looking even more incongruous, which Remus should really be insulted by but couldn’t be bothered to. Not when there was such wicked glee on Sirius’ face.
“Oh? And how was it?”
Remus looked at the page, where the woman was thrashing and screaming and the man was making strange hooting noises.
“It was okay.”
To be continued...
topaz_eyes! I hope your day is filled with lovely naked boys and alcoholic beverages of your choice!I didn't quite manage to finish your birthday fic (for the second year in a row: I know, I fail at life:(), but here's a snippet that should prove that the fic does, in fact, exist, and will one day be completed. Hopefully. *g*
Remus/Sirius, prompt - 69, rating R, 800 words.
Remus was watching Peter’s face when he told James and Sirius about his Christmas present. Only the slightest hint of nerves was showing and Remus guessed that had more to do with the performance of telling than any anxiety over the quality of his possession. For seventeen-year-old boys, nothing was better than a book about sex. Especially one with pictures.
James was looking at Peter, a slight frown of confused envy on his face until he decided that Peter would be happy to share his gift with his good mate James. Sirius was staring at the open page, turning his head for a better angle.
“That’s got to be the most brilliant idea ever.”
“What’s that, Padfoot?”
James moved closer to Sirius, tilted his head and took hold of the book in a way that suggested it was fast becoming property of Padfoot’n’Prongs. Peter continued to smile, watching James’ covetous hands with every appearance of delight.
“That, that position. See, the bird is sucking you off, like that, which of course is brilliant. But at the same time, you’re doing the same thing to her. Which is got to make her very happy. Grateful, even. With no chance of making little Prongses or anything. That’s got to be the best thing ever.”
James pushed his glasses up and peered closer.
“She certainly looks very happy here. Peter, how do you put the sound on?”
The book was charmed to produce instructions about the correct positioning of bodies and other useful advice. However, the voices tended to get distracted in the middle of lessons and start producing other noises, which had proved rather distracting themselves. Remus suspected it was all a clever marketing ploy to titillate in the guise of education.
Peter tapped his wand at the page three times.
“Vox.”
A woman’s voice filled the dorm, strangely thrilling yet out of place.
“The sixty-nine, or the practice where both partners give and receive oral sex simultaneously, is a very popular position. This can be done in a number of ways, for example where each partner lies on his or her side, or where one kneels on hands and knees on top of the other. The essential part is that both partners are facing each other’s genitals, from whatever angle this may be achieved. The witch takes the wizard’s penis in her mouth (see page 24 for instructions on oral sex) while the wizard pleasures the witch’s vagina at the same time. This position is particularly good for…oh…Mr. Instructor…that’s…oh…just there…”
As the woman began to moan and James began to blush, Remus watched Sirius frown and twist the book for a better view. There was a momentary fracas when James decided the book would be better used covering his lap than instructing Sirius, but after a brief tugging war Sirius’ nose was two inches from the page and James was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
“Hmm. They don’t actually tell you how to do it, do they?”
“Maybe you should check page twenty-four.”
Sirius gave Remus an affronted look over the page.
“I do know how to do that, Moony. I was talking about this position…”
“You mean you’ve actually done that? To a girl?”
Peter’s voice was half incredulous and half disgusted. Remus rolled his eyes.
“Of course he has, Wormtail. Don’t you know our Sirius is the greatest lover Hogwarts has ever known? There is no heart left unwooed, no skirt unlifted…”
Sirius smacked him in the head.
“Shut up, you daft twat. Yeah, Peter, I’ve done it. Sometimes you have to, you know, to get them to do that to you.”
Peter nodded. He was familiar with the imperative of getting them to do that to you.
“So, what’s it like? I mean, what does it feel like?”
Sirius tapped his chin and took up a pose of great thoughtfulness. Remus rolled his eyes again.
“Sticky. But nice, you know and when the girl’s really enjoying herself…”
Sirius shrugged.
“But it’s not easy. Lot more difficult than doing it to blokes.”
“How would you know? Have you ever done that to a bloke?”
Sirius gave Remus another annoyed look.
“No, of course not. But you can tell. It takes them a lot longer to, you know.”
Peter looked like he wanted to start writing notes.
“Perhaps you’re just overtly horny all the time.”
Sirius tilted his head again, but he wasn’t looking at the book.
“Have you ever done it, eh, Moony? You sound like such an expert.”
There was an insinuating coyness in Sirius’ voice that Remus decided to ignore.
“Of course I have.”
“Really? The sixty-nine?”
“Yes.”
Peter was looking even more incongruous, which Remus should really be insulted by but couldn’t be bothered to. Not when there was such wicked glee on Sirius’ face.
“Oh? And how was it?”
Remus looked at the page, where the woman was thrashing and screaming and the man was making strange hooting noises.
“It was okay.”
To be continued...
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