[closed] COME ON AND SLAM

[moonshined]

Who: Ember and Remus
What: Remus loses his V-card
Where: His room in the castle
When: Just after the magic books are given out
Warnings: Sex sex sexy sex and probably language



[Okay. So a girl is going to come to his room and have sex with him. Remus is absolutely not panicking.

Except he might be panicking a little. What if this girl, whoever she is, decides he isn't attractive enough? He's thin and tired-looking and his hair is a floppy mess and none of that is to say anything about the scars he's got all over the place.

He's trying not to get psyched out about it, though. Really, logically, it's going to be fine. He's not a complete idiot, he knows how sex works. Merlin knows it'd be hard not to with a best friend like Sirius Black. Not for the first time, he wishes Pads was here. He'd know exactly what to say to get Remus's confidence up.]

You can do this. It's just a girl. Just...a girl.

[Now he's muttering.]

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[Her top comes off easily enough, and it's pretty obvious that she didn't even bother to wear a bra underneath it. Not like she had anywhere else to be at the moment, right? Besides, people here seemed loose enough about that sorta thing. She appreciated that.

But Ember's attention turns back to her partner, and she stops.

She wants to make him comfortable.

She closes that gap once more, her still-gloved hands tracing some of his scars. Her breathing slows, and there's a bit of intimacy in her actions, even if that's not what she wants. Her lips meet one of the scars at his heart, and she kisses it lightly. Enough to leave a purple lipstick mark. Her lips move upwards, kissing at his chest, gradually rising upwards until her arms are clinging to his shoulders, and her mouth is at his ear and...

Well. Ember's one for foreplay. But she recognizes an opportunity for a good whisper when she sees it.]

I really want to ride you.

[moonshined]

[There they are. Remus Lupin's very first pair of tits, in the flesh. The sight of her topless is enough to leave him temporarily speechless, which is good because it keeps him from saying anything stupid or from apologizing for the way he looks. Which is why he's so surprised when she comes back closer and begins to touch his scars; he steels himself for a bad reaction but instead gets kisses. Gentle kisses that make him shiver and have his cock even harder in his pants than it already was. His hands settle at Ember's waist, tentatively exploring her newly-exposed skin.

Before he knows it, she's whispering in his ear and telling him she wants to—

Oh, God.

Remus's breath catches in his throat and his hands tighten on her waist.]

I'd—like that. Very much.

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Good.

[The grip on his shoulders eases. Her arms slowly but surely slip off of him, and so does she. Back at eye-level, her lips gather themselves into a smirk, and she lets out a noise that could almost be called a chuckle. Ember is usually all about foreplay, but something about this gets to her. She can't put her finger on it right now, but it's why her next words almost come out as an order.]

You should probably get back on the bed, dipstick.

[moonshined]

[Remus is definitely not above taking orders right now, especially since she's the one who seems to know what she's doing and he's, well. New at this. He swallows thickly.]

Yeah. Yeah, 'course.

[He backs up until his calves hit the mattress and then he sits back on the center of the bed, watching her with a look that's both nervous and hungry.]

[rockisdead]

[With Remus getting back on the bed, Ember finds herself with a fair bit more room. In full view of him, she begins to get rid of the rest of her clothes.

She doesn't try to make a show or anything out of it, even if it might come off that way. But, her pants come down, and she contemplates leaving the boots on. That's a whole lot of jiffying around, though, and she doesn't want to look like she doesn't know what she's doing in front of the kid. So, she kicks them off and her pants and underwear fall to the ground. It leaves her in a state of undress, with only a pair of black wrist-length gloves and socks to cover her up. It'll do.

But, he's on the bed, and Ember will follow suit. She climbs up over him, on top of him, making herself eyelevel with him once again. The warmth from her closeness returns, and she offers him a knowing grin, before moving herself down towards his pants. Ember starts getting rid of them, hoping to free his length.]

[moonshined]

[Remus doesn't even try to pretend he isn't staring; why shouldn't he? They're about to have sex, after all. Holy shit. They're actually about to have sex. His eyes roam over her body, only tearing away when she begins to climb across the bed toward him.

Obligingly, Remus shifts his his hips forward to make it a bit easier for Ember to get at his trousers. It's pretty obvious from the bulge in his pants that he's not going to need much encouragement.]