kingdomcomes | [OPEN] painting the white roses red

Who: Remus and you!
What: Doing his chores like a nice, obedient Apprentice ought to.
When: Saturday, 1/6, all day
Where: In the castle
Warnings: Likely to be NSFW!

A. THEY CALL IT A MESS HALL FOR A REASON.

After breakfast this morning, Remus finds himself tasked with the arduous job of cleaning up after everyone, apprentices, guards, and visiting nobility alike. It's his turn on the rota, and he's not complaining when there are certainly worse jobs, but it does have its downsides. Like mopping up puddles of porridge and egg splatter and bacon grease.

Like slipping in a puddle of someone's cold, spilt coffee and landing flat on his back.

"Merlin's—!" Remus cuts off with a low groan, swearing under his breath, and pushes himself up to a sitting position. Glancing around to see if anyone was around to bear witness to his struggle, he gives you a half-grin.

"Mind pretending you didn't see that?"

B. COCK DEFROSTING: DOES NOT INVOLVE BUTTERCREAM

When the Mistress tasked him with 'defrosting her cocks,' Remus had been skeptical, to say the least; admittedly, he wasn't quite sure what it entailed, but it couldn't be any more embarrassing than any of the other chores he's been dealt, so he agrees readily.

As it turns out, some of the door knobs in the upper levels of the castle, where it's more drafty and susceptible to cold, have more or less frozen over, to the point of making the rooms behind those doors inaccessible. It falls to Remus, armed with a mop, bucket, rags, and a magical self-heating kettle, to gently and oh-so-tenderly pour warm water over them and massage some life back into them, and then mop up afterwards. Which, alright. He can manage that.

Glancing up at passersby, he grins and chuckles. "Seems these things require a little more care than I thought."

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Sirius just keeps right on grinning, shrugging casually in response, and crawling in toward Remus, kneeling between his knees so he can nuzzle against his neck, sticking his fingertips onto that exposed midriff.

"You like it." He meets Remus' gaze for a moment before kissing him properly.

The sight of Sirius Black crawling toward anyone would make them weak, but Remus is particularly susceptible, and he lets out a shaky breath, feeling those fingers brush against his bare skin.

"Y-yeah." His breath catches in his throat mid-word; damn his inability to keep his heart anywhere but on his sleeve. The hand on Sirius's knee slides up his thigh, and then goes for the laces of his breeches. "I do."

He is more than a little smug about that, how obvious Remus' reactions are. He knows it isn't something entirely particular to him- Remus is always an open book, but he loves it all the same.

He slides his tongue across Remus' lips as he slides his hands higher up into his shirt, softly tracing scars and the dips and ridges of his skin.

Remus feels his breath catch at the slide of Sirius's tongue over his mouth, and he lets out a tiny, whimpery noise of joy feeling those fingers move over his scarred skin. His fingers manage to get Sirius's laces undone despite their trembling, and then his hand slides in to get his hand on the other's cock with all the awkward enthusiasm a nineteen-year-old should have.

"Merlin, Pads. 'S been too long."

Gods bless that awkward 19 year old enthusiasm. Sirius does so adore it, for so many reasons. He leans into the touch and the kiss, feeling a shiver down his spine at the little high noises Remus is making. Too good. He responds with a low almost-growl, kissing down Remus' jaw so he can graze teeth over his neck.

"Tell me about it..."

How did he never do this sooner why did it take this ridiculous oversexed world to make Sirius realize how good this could be. He's a bloody fucking idiot.

The growl that comes out of Sirius's mouth awakens that primal wolf-side of Remus, the part of him that's lain dormant since he's been here, and has him letting out even more whimpers when he feels those teeth on his skin. It's good, it feels vulnerable and dangerous but he trusts Sirius, so it's good.

His hand curls around Sirius's cock and slides down its length, and just that act sends a chill down his own spine. He huffs out a couple of breaths, and can't keep himself from muttering:

"—missed you."

If asked, he might even try to take credit for it and say he growled like that on purpose, but he would be lying for the sake of bravado. The sounds he makes are all just the natural reactions to his pleasure, growls and other doglike sounds included. He's just lucky it's never really turned a partner off or make them question him.

Even so, he's so careful when it comes to Remus. Gentleness is key, and even his teeth never push too hard. He tries to memorize where the scars are that hurt him, so he can avoid those and leave only light kisses there.

Remus draws a low sound of approval from Sirius, and he grazes his lips up across Remus' jaw until he can see his face. "Yeah. Like, all the time." Like any time Remus isn't right in front of him.

If there's anyone Remus would ever trust to touch him like this, it's Sirius. Sirius knows him, knows his past. Was there for the creation of so many of these scars. There's no tension, nothing but the utmost faith.

He blinks a couple of times, looks up at Sirius without moving his hand, and breaks into a cautious grin.

"Yeah?" That's. That makes his chest swell in all kinds of weird ways. Knowing Sirius just...misses him all the time.

Maybe it's weird, but Sirius hasn't stopped to overanalyze it yet. The Marauders are his family- they make him feel complete. He misses any one of them enough to ache, but it has been especially so with Remus. Maybe it always was. Even Sirius can't deny how their relationship has been changing, though, and that has absolutely had even more of an affect.

That trust and faith are reciprocated completely.

He laughs almost awkwardly. "Yeah." Fuck it he can't help himself, he leans forward to brush his nose against Remus'. It's so cutesy and gross (and honestly romantic) but it feels right.

That's fucking gross, Sirius. Luckily, Remus loves it. Enough that the warmth in his chest spreads, and he gets an Idea. He nuzzles his nose against Sirius's, leaves a soft kiss there, and then slides down slowly so that he can replace his hand on Sirius's cock with his mouth. He presses a few kisses to the underside of his shaft, and then lets his lips wrap around the head.

What better way to show his appreciation?

[OPEN] painting the white roses red

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