blackstar

by goldenprophet

Summary:

A-List actor Sirius Black finds a form of escapism in the anonymity of Tumblr under the nickname "Padfoot", and in his friendship with one of his mutuals, Moony.

That is, of course, until Moony watches a film starring Sirius and develops a bit of a crush.

main kinktober prompt: 27 sexting
other included prompts: 10 making love, 16 oral sex, 19 size difference, 26 first time

Chapter 1

Summary:

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
i miss you :(

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
you haven’t been online much recently

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
is everything alright?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
pads? are you mad at me or something?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
are we still on for saturday?

Notes:

the tumblr mutuals fic is finally here!!!

i originally wanted to post the full fic on oct. 1st, but life got in the way... instead, i've decided to split it into two parts, and hopefully i'll manage to post the second chapter over the weekend.

also, this is my first time using a work skin... i highly recommended reading the fic with it, because i don't think it'll make much sense without it lol (i think it works better on mobile? pls lmk in the comments, i'm very curious about the reading experience!!)

a few important content notes before we start:

• this fic features transmasc sirius & nonbinary marlene. i've had a few wonderful sensitivity readers who read this fic & answered some questions, and i hope any trans/nb readers in the crowd find this fic enjoyable and a respectful, loving representation. that said, if anything in this fic feels disrespectful/offensive/uninformed, please don't hesitate to contact me on tumblr and i'll try my best to amend it.
• in this fic, sirius feels little to no bottom dysphoria, and is therefore uninterested in undergoing bottom surgery. there is a brief mention of a past relationship where sirius's partner was unsupportive of that decision, but the fic doesn't delve into it or any other matters of transphobia.
• in spite of jkr's disgusting views, this fandom is so fucking wonderful. there are so many amazing artists, writers & other content creators that deliver so much varied representation with these characters. i wholeheartedly believe this world would be a better place if we did more shit specifically to spite bigots <3

sorry for this long-ass note, please enjoy the porn!

blackstar padfoot, pads if yer nasty he/him, minors dni

moonagedaydream you can call me moony :) older than you think, younger than i look (he/him)

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
padsss did you see the new dracula

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
holy fucking shitttt

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
PADFOOT WAKE UP I’M HAVING A GAY PANIC

Sirius blinks blearily at his phone screen, the excitement of seeing new messages from Moony, the tumblr mutual he’s been crushing on for the past five months, turning to cold dread as he reads the content of the texts. 

He opens the app, unsure if he’s hoping for Moony to be talking about him, who played the titular role in the film, or one of his cast-mates. 

He doesn’t have to wonder long, because the first post on his feed is from Moony. 

moonagedaydream my friend dragged me along to see the new dracula film last night and…… #holy shit #why did no one tell me about #sirius black #i’m in love #moony rambles
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Sirius sighs. It’s not that he’s never seen posts about himself, it was unavoidable after his meteoric rise to fame three years ago. He just never expected Moony, who he’s never seen post about anything more recent than Bowie’s passing, to join his little fanclub.

He swipes to read through their older messages. Just yesterday they were chatting - flirting, his brain helpfully supplies - excited for their upcoming plans to meet for the first time, once Sirius is finally back in London in a few weeks' time.

Moony knows he works in the film industry, though the aspect of NDAs has been a good excuse for Sirius to avoid divulging any other information.

padsss did you see the new dracula
holy fucking shitttt
PADFOOT WAKE UP I’M HAVING A GAY PANIC
chill moony i’m up
good morning sunshine
it’s too early for your shit
it’s 3pm but ok
it’s 8am here you git
oh riiiiight
oops
but back to the important stuff
i’m in love
should i be jealous?

A couple of minutes pass until Moony replies again. Sirius tries not to overthink it, they have been flirting recently, and Moony was the one who’d started it in the first place.

never
well
unless i come with you to some industry party and sirius black is there……
charming
you know it ;)
how did you sleep, love?

“I had a sex dream about you,” Sirius thinks to himself, “like a bloody preteen. And I don’t even know what you look like.”

good, you?
very good heh
that film was very inspirational to my subconscious mind
ok now i’m definitely getting jealous
well i don’t know what you look like :( so until we actually meet you’ll have to deal with me thirsting over sirius black

Sirius closes the app, tossing his phone back onto the nightstand and turning over and pulling the duvet over his head.

“Why?!” He groans into the too soft pillow of his hotel bed. He feels his phone buzzing again a few minutes later, and instinctively reaches for it from under the covers. He can’t help it, knows it’s a bit pathetic how desperate he is to talk to Moony.

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
pads? are you there?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
did i make you uncomfortable?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
or do you know sb and he’s secretly an arsehole?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
i’m kidding i know you can’t answer that

He opens their messages again, typing and deleting a few times before he finally presses ‘send’.

you didn’t make me uncomfortable moons :) i just didn’t expect you to be so into someone who’s actually alive lol
what can i say… he’s ridiculously attractive
tbh he’s probably an arse
no one can be THAT hot and also a good person
idk
maybe
you can’t deny he’s hot tho
not really my type i suppose
oh? and who is?
idk
i don’t really think about that?
like i’m not usually attracted to people before i know them
that’s fair
…hope you know me well enough by now though

His phone rings, cutting him off in the middle of typing his response.

“Hey, Marls,” he answers, a small smile spreading on his lips as he takes in the chaos in the background of the call.

“Morning, babes,” his manager, Marlene, replies. They sound breathless, and it makes Sirius’s brows furrow in concern. “Sorry ‘bout the noise, I’m on my way to you and the bloody tube is under construction.”

Marlene usually stays in the same hotel as him, unless they are in NYC, where their girlfriend Dorcas is studying for her year abroad.

“It’s alright,” Sirius chuckles, pushing the duvet off his face when the trapped air begins to feel too stifling.

“Just wanted to check that you’re awake,” Marlene shouts over the cacophony, “remember you have two interviews before the gala tonight.”

***

moonagedaydream so he’s hot and a good person, see @blackstar ? #the trevor project #the trevor project charity gala #sirius black #i’m in love #moony rambles
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moonagedaydream i will never shut up about sirius black in that suit jfc #he’s giving bowie vibes #the trevor project #the trevor project charity gala #sirius black #moony rambles
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***

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
i miss you :(

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
you haven’t been online much recently

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
is everything alright?

Sirius turns the screen off, still unable to find a good response and letting Moony’s messages go unanswered, as he’s been doing for a couple of days now. He groans, sinking into the plush aeroplane seat. 

“What are you moaning about?” Marlene tosses a napkin at him from across the aisle. “Missing your tumblr boyfriend?”

It was a terrible mistake, telling his nosy manager (and very good friend) about Moony. 

“Shut up, he’s not my boyfriend,” Sirius grumbles. 

“But you wish he was,” Dorcas chimes in a sing-song voice from her place in Marlene’s lap. 

“I hate you both,” he narrows his eyes at them, “go away.”

“Sure, yeah, let us just exit the flying plane,” Marlene deadpans, making him roll his eyes exaggeratedly. 

“C’mon, what’s up?” Dorcas asks. 

“He’s just… he’s really into me recently.”

“And that’s a problem… why? ”

“No, like,” Sirius’s hands flail helplessly, “not me, but me , Sirius Black.”

“Ah,” she cringes slightly, reaching across the aisle to pat his knee. “Is that a deal breaker to you?”

“No, ‘course not!” He replies, affronted. “But it feels… weird now. Like I’m lying to him.”

His phone pings with two new messages.

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
pads? are you mad at me or something?

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
are we still on for saturday?

“Fuck,” he lets his head thunk against the window. “I’m so fucked.”

He hands over his phone to Dorcas when she reaches out for it, her and Marlene scrolling through the text thread with deepening frowns. 

“Why aren’t you answering him, you twat?” Marlene asks, throwing the phone back into his lap with surprising accuracy. “I thought you liked this guy.”

“I do!” Sirius whines in protest. “I like him so fucking much, Marls.”

“Then answer him!” They exclaim, earning a few looks of haughty disapproval from the other first-class passengers.

i miss you :(
you haven’t been online much recently
is everything alright?
pads? are you mad at me or something?
are we still on for saturday?
hey moons
still on for saturday if you want to meet up
of course i do!!
where the hell have you been :(
just really busy with work, sorry
on the plane back to london rn
wdym rn
as in
i am inside an aeroplane
that is flying over the ocean
right now
are you paying for wifi???
yeah???
rich people astound me
then you might not love the restaurant i chose for saturday…
oh no

Sirius bites down a grin, opening the website of James’s restaurant, which has the best Indian food he’s ever tasted in his life - unless James’s mother asks, in which case that location is at her kitchen table - and sends the link to Moony.

PADFOOT WTF
THIS RESTAURANT HAS TWO ACTUAL MICHELIN STARS
yeah it’s pretty good
the owner is a good mate
figured it’d be a nice place to chat and get to know each other better?
darling idk how much they pay you to sell your soul to hollywood but a meal there will cost more than my monthly rent
it’s on me you arse
???
that doesn’t make it better bloody hell
ok listen……
i have a weird thing about new places alright?
i just prefer going to places i already feel safe and comfortable at…

It’s not quite the truth. The real reason is that, given the fact his face is currently one of the most recognisable in the world, Sirius has to choose very carefully where he can spend time in public. If he wants to avoid being photographed and harassed, that is.

oh shit
i’m sorry i didn’t mean to upset you pads
i was just a bit shocked, that’s all
what do you even wear to a restaurant with 2 michelin stars???
something sexy i hope ;)))
ha ha.
seriously though

Sirius has that joke already typed out and ready to go before he remembers Moony doesn’t actually know his real name.

something nice but casual
honestly don’t worry about it
fine
but i might send you my outfit before to keep my anxiety at bay just fyi
i mean i definitely won’t say no to that
is that so?
mmhm
in fact i wouldn’t be opposed to you sending me a pic of every single outfit you wear
or even… of what you’re wearing rn? ;)
fuck off omg
we aren’t sexting when you’re on a plane
…and if i wasn’t?
i mean… i’m also at work…
but otherwise?
in a heartbeat holy shit
i’ve been flirting with you for months and NOW is when you decide to flirt back???

“What’s loverboy saying?” Marlene’s voice pulls him back to reality, before his phone is snatched away by Dorcas’s perfectly manicured fingers. “Oh damn!”

“Cas!”

“Shush, we’re reading,” Dorcas waves him off, thumbing over the screen and holding it up for Marlene to see as well. 

“You’re taking him to Potter’s for your date?” They ask, and add before he can answer: “And don’t you dare say it isn’t a date, I am literally reading your hopeless gay flirting right now.”

“Yeah,” he concedes after a moment, “Jamie is saving us that table in the back. Can I have my phone back now?”

Dorcas gives it back reluctantly, and he scrolls back to the end of the conversation. 

now?? i’ve been flirting back for ages :(
ugh
text me when you’re home?
okay ;)))
shut up you made me horny at work
i’m going to look up sirius black thirst traps on tiktok to get through the day
noooo
don’t judge me i’m a simple man
i’m deep in the rabbit hole
like sorry but that sheer top he wore for the dracula nyc premiere?? WOOF
you did not just woof
i did. i am barking as well as foaming at the mouth.
disgusting
reasonable reaction imo
i shall leave you to your parasocial relationship then
gotta get some sleep anyways
don’t be jealous i’m sure you’re hotter
mmhm i totally am
guess i’ll find out on saturday ;)
guess you will ;)
sleep well pads
thanks moony <3

***

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
are you home yet

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
the thirst traps weren’t enough :’(

“Fuck,” Sirius slams his phone face down on the kitchen table, feeling heat spreading through his body and barely noticing James’s startled jolt across from him. “I’m gonna need you to leave, I think.”

“Is that how it’s gonna be now?” James pouts, picking his phone up and smirking when he reads the content of the messages. His friends truly have no boundaries. “You finally told him, then?”

“Told him what?” He replies, distracted and thinking about what to text back. When James doesn’t answer, he raises his eyes to look into his deep brown ones and finds his best friend staring at him in bewilderment. “Oh, that . I haven’t, actually…”

“Pads!”

“Prongs!”

“You’re meeting him in three days ,” he reminds, as if Sirius could possibly forget. “What do you think is going to happen when he walks into the restaurant and sees you?”

He holds a finger up while he texts Moony with the other hand. 

are you home yet
the thirst traps weren’t enough :’(
i’m home but my best mate came over here without asking :(((
i’ll text you after?
idk i might not survive until then
jesus keep it in your pants moony
it’s literally not tbh
wait moony are you actually texting me with your cock out
uhhhhh
maybe?
i told you i’ve had a DAY alright
OMG
WAIT LEMME KICK HIM OUT
fuck really???
ok ok be quick!!!!

“Sirius,” James sighs, trying to lower Sirius’s phone back to the table but meeting resistance. “You have to tell him, mate.”

“Jamie, I love you,” he replies, placating, “and I will tell him. Eventually. But right now I really need you to leave.”

***

okayyy he’s gone i’m in bed :)
are we actually doing this?
yeah
i mean
if you want to…?
fuck yes
absolutely
ok good
good
is it weird we’re doing this without knowing what the other looks like?
ummm
maybe a bit?
do you wanna… like… swap pics?

Sirius gulps. At this point, he’s absolutely dying to know what Moony looks like, but he’s not ready to lose him yet in case it all blows up in his face. Moony signed up to meet (and flirt with) Padfoot, his weird tumblr mutual, not Sirius Black™ .

He’s definitely not telling him right before they’re about to sext. Even if it does feel a little sleazy. 

i kinda like the mystery tbh
but maybe vague descriptions? lol
sure yeah
i’m 1.89m with shortish brown curls?
you are NOT 1.89m
AM TOO
you?
i’m 1.77m with longish black hair
aww short king
shut up omg
i don’t wanna sext you anymore :(
(i really do just to be clear)
ouch
(i really do too)
umm weird question and you don’t have to answer buuut
what kind of words do you prefer?
like… for your bits?
oh
again you really don’t have to answer
no no it’s like
really sweet that you asked actually
i don’t sext very often tbh…
but i suppose cock & hole work?
just pls not bussy ew
um?? wtf??
did anyone actually say that to you???
you’d be surprised :/
yikes ok i promise i won’t
cool thanks
yep cool
cool
cool
soooo
how do we start this
well
what are you wearing?
ah a classic
shut up.
alright testy
i’m still wearing my clothes from the plane… skinny jeans and a black hoodie
i can’t believe you got in bed with your airport clothes on… nasty
rude!! and i figured i’d have to change my sheets later anyways……
fair enough
socks? ;)))
is this the point i find out about your foot fetish?
no way that’s third date stuff
lol
i’m wearing socks with little puppies on them
very funny
are you calling me a liar?

Without waiting for Moony’s response, Sirius flicks open his camera app, snapping a few photos of his feet - clad in blue socks with black puppies illustrated on them - against the cream backdrop of his bedsheet. He scrolls through them for a moment. 

What kind of aesthetic does one look for in feet pics? He muses silently.

Coming to the conclusion it really doesn’t matter, Sirius chooses one of the pictures and - after double-checking no identifying marks are visible - sends it to Moony.

wow
are you the type to only wear novelty socks?
and what if i am huh
nothing it’s just very cute
why so defensive padfoot
also it’s very fitting the first picture i see of you is of your feet, PADFOOT. just saying.
is this your idea of dirty talk moony cause i gotta say it’s not great
oh no i’m sorry how about “i can’t stop thinking about your cock padfoot”
or maybe “i want you to sit on my face and choke me with it padfoot”
better
but i don’t like your tone
hmmmm
how about
i’m so desperate to know what you look like that even your feet in those stupid socks are enough to get me hard
only if it’s true
do you want proof?
um
yes please
since you asked so politely

Sirius waits anxiously, one hand clutching his phone tightly while the other tries to release him from the confines of his skinny jeans. He’s finally managed to kick them off, his socks getting caught in the trousers along the way and leaving him only in his white boxer briefs, when a photo appears in the chat. 

A man’s hips, just a sliver of tan skin visible above the waistband of his grey pants. There’s a darker patch already blooming around the head of the long, thick, and very hard cock, the contours of which are perfectly clear through the thin fabric, and amplified by the strong hand gripping it. The tops of thick, fuzzy thighs are just barely visible on the edge of the photo.

oh my god
fuck
good “oh my god” & “fuck”?
good??? holy shit
you’re huge
hah thanks
more importantly i know how to use it
i bet

Sirius shoves his hand into his own pants unceremoniously, giving a few quick strokes to his aching cock before trailing down further.

fuck i’m so wet
oh god
i wanna taste you so bad
wanna get my mouth on your cock and suck you until you’re begging me to let you cum
moony
fuck
too much?
no absolutely not
i want that too
like

Sirius pulls his hand back and shuffles up his bed, leaning against the headboard with his pillow underneath his lower back. He thinks for a moment about what angle would work best to showcase his arousal without revealing any of his tattoos, before settling on a lower one. Sirius spreads his legs, propping one foot up on the mattress and making sure the wet patch - which is steadily turning his white pants sheer - is perfectly visible. 

He doesn’t show his stomach, too aware that the inked lines accentuating the V of his hips are some of his most popular tattoos amongst his fans, but he does allow his unmarked inner thighs to remain in the frame.

Sirius takes the picture, eyeing it quickly - proudly, too, he’s still got it - before sending it.

i really want that
pads wtf you can’t just send that
holy fucking shit
?????
moony where tf did you go
ahm sorry i just almost came in my pants
proceed
omg ahahaha
you scared me you twat
sorryyyyy i was unprepared
how are you so hot
and you’re so pale i could mark you up so easily fuckkk
your marks would stay for days ;)
also
pale white & ice cold?
impossibly fast & strong?
pls don’t quote twilight at me when i have a hand on my cock
oh sorry i thought you were into the vampire thing
only the horny dracula type not that mormon twilight bs
ah i see
i have crossed oceans of time to find you
better?
PADFOOT
i thought you said you didn’t watch that film!!
i admit to watching the trailer
omg
ngl it’s doing it for me
you’re hopeless
i think you misspelt “really incredibly horny”
not horny enough if you’re still using quotation marks
sorry for using proper punctuation omg
i am getting my master’s in english literature you know
nerd
you love it
you can’t prove that
actually i have photographic evidence

Sirius blinks, pulling his hand out of his pants. 

His thoughts quickly spiral from lust to overwhelming, unmitigated anxiety.

What a ridiculous mistake, sending that sort of picture to someone. Anyone, but especially someone who is about to know his true identity in just a few short days. His PR team would skin him alive if they ever found out.

His phone keeps buzzing on the mattress, where it had fallen out of Sirius’s hand. He takes a few steadying breaths - in through the nose, out through the mouth - before he feels stable enough to pick it up again.

pads?
hey, are you there?
you know i’m kidding, right? i would never do anything with that pic
i’m so sorry it was just a really dumb joke
yeah i’m here
sorry
panicked for a minute there
fuck i’m really sorry
i wasn’t thinking
it’s fine i’m just a bit paranoid i suppose
no babe that makes absolute sense
i forget sometimes we don’t actually know each other
i shouldn’t have said that
i mean… i do know you though
i think?
yeah of course you do!!!
shit i keep mucking this up
i’m really into you, pads. for real.
yeah i know…
i have photographic evidence too ;)
yes you do
um
do you still wanna do this?

Sirius allows himself a moment to think. 

Does he still want to do it?

Moony has never given him a reason to mistrust him. Moony has never been anything but sweet and accepting. Moony has been there for him on his roughest days, and on his best ones, unwaveringly supportive even when Sirius has given him little to no information in order to retain his anonymity.

Moony has a terrible sense of humour, but he’s never intentionally hurt or offended him, even when Sirius has been difficult or unresponsive. 

somehow, despite your stupidity, i do.
oh
nice
me too
…
nice
christ gimme a minute to get back into it
i thought i ruined it for a sec ok
kind of a boner killer
ew don’t say boner that’s so unsexy
you’re such a brat jfc
…maybe i am
oh fuck
ok yeah definitely back into it now
oooh who knew little old moony has some dom in him
if i was there little old padfoot would have more than some dom in him ;)))
aaaand we’re back to moony being a dork
so mouthy
i bet i could have you begging for me in 0.5 seconds
lots of promises to live up to…
oh baby i intend to
i’ll have you coming in my mouth, then on my fingers, and then on my cock over and over again until you forget your own name
fuuuck moony bloody hell
are you touching yourself?
mmhm
got your hand on your cock? imagining i’m there, getting you off?
yeah fuck
gonna fuck yourself and wish it was my cock instead?
fuck please
i bet you’re so tight baby
are you? tell me
i am
ohmy god
havent fucked myself in a while
tell me what you’re doing baby
fuvk moony im
i have two fingers in
wish they were urs
god baby i’d fuck you so good
stretch you out on my fingers
get you ready for my cock
dunno if itll fit moons
it will
don’t worry baby we’ll work up to it
have the sheets soaked by the time you’re ready
im rlly close
me too baby
i’m so hard thinking about you
can’t wait to touch you
fckpls
fucking hell pads idk if i’ll be able to keep my hands to myself on saturday
might get you banned from that restaurant
oh god
im
fuck

Sirius’s eyes slip shut as shudders wrack through his body, muscles spasming as he feels his release gush out over his hand and down his clenched thighs. It takes him a few moments to catch his breath, wiping his fingers off absentmindedly and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.

He picks his phone back up from where it fell on the bed, trembling fingers clutching it tightly. 

There’s a new message from Moony waiting for him.

baby i’m so close
fuck i just soaked the fucking sheets
might have to get a new mattress
oh.fuclkk
shitcant typp

Sirius smirks, stretching his sore muscles as he gives Moony a minute to recover.

hey moons
moony
mooooonyyyyyyyy
did you pass out
;)))
you’re way too smug about this
might i remind you that you came first
yeah but you actually made a typo so i’m still the winner in my books
stfu
haaa
whatever
aw don’t be a sore loser babe
i didn’t lose shit i just sexted my crush and have cum drying on my stomach
pretty good day for moony
awwwwww i’m your crush??
no
i was sexting someone else at the same time
:((((((((
yes padfoot you are indeed my crush
:))))))))
at this point it’s customary to reciprocate
nah i’m good actually
WOW OK
kiddingggg
you’re my crush too or whatever
gee thanks
very romantic
how dare you!! i’ll show you romantic!!
well i sure hope so… on saturday perhaps?
since you have now defiled my innocence
read back your texts and tell me who defiled who
who defiled whom*
really.
if you get stood up on saturday think back to this message.
just educating the youths
bitch i’m older than you
also i have to piss hang on
aren’t you gonna take me along :(
that feels more like fifth date stuff moons
sigh is everything sexual with you
um. duh.
get used to it?
i’d like that tbh
very much
oh right i forgot i’m your crush hehe
go piss already i stg
byeeee
oh wait a sec
what
would you be offended if i said “go piss girl”?
like the meme
LMAO
no i don’t mind
i’m mostly surprised you know it tbh
i know memes :(((
sure grandpa
you’re older than me, you arse
also
i hope you splash all over the tiles
don’t quite have the anatomy for it but i appreciate the sentiment

***

Sirius is standing in front of the mirror, fiddling with the collar of his sheer buttoned shirt. It’s the same one he’d worn to the premiere, the same one Moony had thirsted over in his messages. 

“You look great, Pads,” Marlene comments from their lounging pose on his bed. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I just…” he shrugs, reaching for his belt and threading it through the loops of his black trousers. “I hope he isn’t disappointed. When he sees me.”

“Why would he be disappointed? Is he-”

“No!” He cuts them off, twisting around to face them. “Nothing like that, Christ . Besides, he already knows I’m trans and it hasn’t changed anything between us.”

“Alright,” Marlene tilts their head in question, “why, then? It isn’t like you to doubt yourself, babes, you’re usually such a vain bastard.”

“Thanks,” Sirius rolls his eyes, before cocking his hip like the vain bastard he actually is. “I know what I look like, and I know Moony likes it. I just mean… you know. What if he isn’t interested in thee Sirius Black?”

“He’d be an idiot if he isn’t,” they say, their tone leaving no room for argument. “I still don’t get why you haven’t told him, though.”

“I never found the right moment,” he sighs, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed and reaching for his boots. 

The truth is, he‘s had plenty of opportunities to reveal his identity during their conversations. Moony and he had continued chatting frequently in the three days that passed, though they hadn’t sexted again, but Sirius had wanted to hold onto his anonymity for as long as possible. He was terrified of the way their chemistry might change once Moony found out who he really is. 

“Isn’t it fair to give him a heads-up, though?” Marlene presses, rising to their knees and hugging him from behind. 

“You’re probably right, Marls, I just-”

“I know,” they sigh, resting their cheek on his shoulder and tightening their embrace. “I hope it works out for you, babes, I do. But if it doesn’t… Cassie and I are just a phone call away, alright?”

“Thanks, love,” he grabs onto their arms, holding on for a moment before his phone pings with a message. His driver is waiting for him.

***

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
hey pads i’m outside

moonagedaydream sent you a message:
this place is so fucking fancy

Sirius grins, unlocking his phone and opening their text thread.

i’m already at the table
the reservation is under “black”

He’d thought to change it to another name, but really, James’s staff all know he’s a regular already, and are extremely discreet. And Moony would find out soon enough, anyway. Might be good for him to have a slight warning.

very funny
you’ll never let me hear the end of this sb thing will you?

Sirius chuckles. Hopefully, Moony will find it as amusing as he does. Hopefully.

just come in will you
alright alright i’m going up to the hostess

His heart is pounding in his chest, fingers numb as he swipes on his phone, checking his hair one last time.

“Mister Black,” the hostess, Lily, gives him a friendly wink before heading back to her post at the entrance. There’s a man towering behind her, left gaping at him in astonishment once Lily’s gone. 

“Thanks, Lils,” he calls after her. He rises from his seat, giving the man a nervous smile. “Hi, Moony.”

“Is this a joke?” His voice is soft, with a slight accent Sirius can’t place yet. “Am I being punked or something?”

“I see why you might think so,” Sirius winces, running a nervous hand through his carefully styled hair, “but no. I, er, I’m Padfoot. So.”

“Prove it,” the man - Moony, hopefully, otherwise Sirius will have a lot of explaining to do to the press - crosses his arms defensively, and Sirius feels his eyebrows shoot upwards. 

He picks his phone up from the table, turning it to face the man and displaying their message thread. 

“Oh my God,” the man gapes at him, unblinking.

“You, er, you are Moony, right?”

“Yeah, yes,” the man - Moony! - nods enthusiastically, shaken out of his stupor. “I- sorry, I’m- are you actually…?”

“I am,” Sirius laughs, sitting down again and motioning for Moony to take the chair across from him. “Surprise?”

“What the hell, mate?” Moony shakes his head, reaching for the glass of water already poured out for him. “You- you let me thirst over, well, you! For weeks!”

“Yeeeeah,” he drags out the word, shrugging sheepishly, “sorry ‘bout that. Never thought you even knew who I was, before that.”

“I didn’t,” Moony huffs, a faint blush creeping up his tan cheeks.

Sirius takes a moment to study him. He’d already seen his outfit - a simple white button-up shirt tucked into equally simple black trousers - as Moony had sent it over for approval before he left his house. The more interesting bit is, well… everything else. 

He’s definitely tall enough to be 1.89m, Sirius confirms to himself. And he does have short-ish brown curls, though lighter coloured than Sirius had imagined them to be. 

He also has bright hazel eyes, framed by thick black glasses, and so many freckles Sirius could spend hours connecting the constellations between them. 

“I can’t believe you’re Sirius Black.”

“Oh,” Sirius clears his throat, trying to hold back his grimace, “there’s really no need for the full name thing and all that…”

“Fuck, right,” Moony’s blush deepens, and he sets his elbows on the table before hiding his face in his two - rather large, Sirius can’t help but note - hands. “Sorry, this must be so awkward for you,” his voice is muffled against his palms, glasses pushed haphazardly up his forehead, and Sirius snorts in amusement. 

“Only because you know my full government name, and any other information your rabbit hole has led you to,” he pauses, poking at Moony’s forehead between his fingers, “while I don’t even know your first name.”

Moony’s head whips up.

“Fuck, sorry,” he drags a hand over his face, “Remus.”

“Remus?” Sirius repeats, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do you have a-”

“If you say twin , I swear to God-”

“It’s a fair question!” He raises his hands in surrender, laughter pouring from him uncontrollably. Moony- Remus scowls at him. “Alright, alright. It’s nice to meet you, twinless-no-last-name Remus.”

“You’re horrible,” Remus is laughing now, too. “Remus Lupin, you twat.”

“Remus Lupin?!” He’s cackling now, but thankfully their corner of the restaurant is empty of other patrons. “Your parents have a great sense of humour.”

“Like you’re one to talk, Sirius,” he squints at him, but there’s fondness written all over his features. 

“Touché, especially since I chose my own name,” he concedes. “Wine? I hope you don’t mind, I got us a bottle of my favourite.”

“Sure,” Remus hands over his glass, watching Sirius’s hands intently as he fills it with the dark red liquid. “Should I bother asking how much it costs?”

“Best if you didn’t, probably,” Sirius grins and returns the filled glass back to him. Their fingers brush when Remus takes it, and Sirius’s breath catches at the brief contact. 

A waiter comes to take their orders. Sirius asks for his usual, then helps Remus decide between all of the dishes the restaurant has to offer. 

“It’s unfair I have to decide, they all sound incredible,” Remus sighs after the waiter walks away, taking a long sip of his wine. “This is great, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Sirius grins, “it’s a-”

“I’ll stop you right there, Pads,” he snorts, “I have no knowledge of wine besides ‘yum’ and ‘blech’.”

A thrill runs through Sirius as Remus says his nickname, the one used in person only by those closest to him. It sounds equally filthy and sweet falling from his lips, short vowels curling with his lilting accent.

“Heathen,” he shakes his head in mock disgust, though he can’t help the smile that breaks through his facade at Remus’s soft chuckle. “Remind me to never leave you to choose our drinks.”

“Duly noted,” he nods solemnly. “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Or more like, I can believe it, but I can’t believe you wanted to meet up with me.”

“I’m just a person, Remus,” Sirius frowns, twisting the stem of his wine glass between two fingers. 

“No, I know that,” he groans in frustration, gesturing in the air as he struggles to make his point. “You’re just so… you! You’re gorgeous and clever and funny and so bloody talented, what are you doing going out with some random guy from tumblr?”

“Thanks, I think?” Sirius raises a brow at him. “Still just a person, though.”

“Christ, I’m mucking it up again, aren’t I?” Remus stares into the swirling wine in Sirius’s glass. 

“A bit, maybe,” he shrugs, “but I kind of like you, so I’ll give you another chance before I make a dramatic exit.”

The conversation flows more easily from that point on, continuing between bites of James’s delicious food. Remus tells him about his thesis, about his part-time job at a small queer-oriented bookshop, and about his grumpy old cat. Sirius tells him about the tedious parts of life as an A-List actor, about his favourite and least favourite roles, and about his teen years causing mischief with his best friends at their prestigious boarding school. 

“Why Dracula, though?” Remus asks when the topic circles back to his most recent film. 

“Well,” Sirius hums, taking the last sip of his wine. The bottle now stands empty between them, and he’s considering asking Remus if he wants to order another. “I’d read the script, and it felt worth doing… even just to know what it feels like, saying I have crossed oceans of time to find you to someone.” He slips into his well-practised accent for the quote, smirking when Remus chokes on his bite of dessert. “Feeling alright over there?”

“Shut up,” Remus coughs out, face burning adorably as he washes down the food with long gulps of water. “That was uncalled for, you know how I feel about that film.”

“Ah, so your vampire kink is first date stuff?” Sirius grins slyly, resting his chin on his laced fingers innocently. 

“You keep talking about my kinks,” he shoots back, regaining his metaphorical footing, “I might start thinking you’re interested in knowing more about them.”

Sirius Black is an A-List actor. His entire livelihood depends on pretending and concealing his feelings. He is absolutely not blushing. 

“Maybe,” he shrugs noncommittally, still not blushing.

“I think you do,” Remus whispers, eyes darkening almost imperceptibly, and Sirius feels the familiar flame of desire unfurling in his gut. 

“Remus-”

“How’s the food, lads?” James’s voice suddenly booms behind him, his hands landing heavily on Sirius’s shoulder and nearly shoving his chest into his plate.

“Prongs,” Sirius smiles up at him, patting his hip fondly despite wanting to throttle him for the interruption. James has always had a talent to appear at the most inopportune moments. “Great, as always.”

“It’s incredible, really,” Remus gives him a timid smile, “fanciest meal I’ve ever had.”

“Glad to hear it!” James beams at him, coaxing Remus’s own smile to widen. “Moony, I presume?”

Sirius groans. “Don’t be a knob. James, this is Remus. Remus, my best mate James.”

Remus stands to shake his hand, and they exchange friendly greetings. 

“Mind if I steal Pads away for a sec?” James asks Remus, though he’s already tugging at Sirius’s bicep and leading him towards the kitchen. 

“The fuck, Jamie?” Sirius shakes him off once they’re out of Remus’s line of sight. 

“Chill, Padsie, just wanted to hear how’s your date- ow!” He rubs the back of his head, where Sirius’s light smack has landed. 

“It was going well,” he grumbles, “like, really well, until you bloody interrupted it!”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” He isn’t, Sirius knows him well enough after nearly two decades of friendship. “Can’t be blamed if I wanted to know how your first real date in three years is going!”

“As I said, going great. Now can I please get back to it without any further embarrassment on your end?” Sirius places a hand on his hip, cocking his head in challenge. 

“Aw, they grow up so fast,” James wipes a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. “Don’t forget to use protection, darling!” He makes kissy noises after him, dissolving into cackles as Sirius raises up two middle fingers behind him. 

“Sorry, he’s a bit codependent, that one,” he apologises to Remus once he’s back at their table. 

“I don’t mind,” Remus says, amusement crinkling the tip of his nose, “he seems nice.”

“He’s the best,” Sirius tucks an errant strand behind his ear, hoping his hair still looks somewhat nice despite the fact he’s been running restless hands through it all evening. “He’s practically a brother to me.”

“That’s really sweet, Pads.”

Sirius ducks his head with a small smile, and that same curl falls in his face again. Before he can reach to fix it, there are gentle fingers that push it back for him, brushing over the shell of his ear and making him shiver. 

“Is this alright?” Remus asks quietly, knuckles lingering against his jawline. Sirius nods, and the hand slides to grasp his chin gently. “You’re so beautiful, I almost can’t believe you’re real.”

Sirius scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he knows that the fact his heart is attempting to beat out of his chest is written all over his face. 

“I like you so fucking much, Pads,” Remus continues. “I was a bit worried, you know? That we wouldn’t have the same chemistry in real life.”

“But we do,” Sirius feels his cheeks heating, tilting his head into Remus’s palm and inhaling sharply when his thumb caresses over his lower lip. “I really like you, too, Moony.”

“We really do,” he agrees, eyes dropping to Sirius’s mouth hesitantly. “Can I kiss you?”

Sirius licks his lips, nodding again. 

“Fuck, wait,” Remus scrambles out of his chair, and the delicate moment shatters.

Sirius snorts, trying - and failing - to keep his composure. The table really isn’t narrow enough that kissing over it would be comfortable, but it seems neither of them had the foresight to consider it before sharing that tender moment. 

“C’mere, you dork,” he giggles, turning his chair slightly sideways as Remus drags his own over to Sirius’s side of the table. 

Finally, their chairs are settled next to each other, both of them half twisted in their seats with Sirius’s legs over one of Remus’s thighs, and his calves caught between his knees. Remus has one hand pressed to his lower back, and the other tangles in the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Okay, rewind,” Remus takes a deep breath, pouting when Sirius snorts again. “Don’t laugh, I’m trying to be nice to you! You’re the one who promised to romance me, anyway!”

“I’m wining and dining you at a Two Michelin Star restaurant, Remus,” Sirius deadpans, “how much more romantic can I get?”

“You could just shut up and let me kiss you already,” Remus counters, cutting off Sirius’s very clever retort - although Sirius can’t possibly remember now what it was going to be - with a soft mouth pressing against his own. 

Sirius hums against his lips, before granting entrance to Remus’s tongue and chasing the sweet taste of the restaurant’s signature mithai.

Remus pulls back after a few moments, pressing chaste kisses over Sirius’s jaw, his cheek, and up to his temple, where he remains to catch his breath. 

“You’re pretty good at that,” Sirius mumbles, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. 

“Thanks, got good reviews in the past,” Remus teases, jolting when Sirius bites him lightly. “Yes, yes, you’re a great kisser too, love.”

“Didn’t say great, but thanks,” Sirius smirks against his skin, sighing softly when Remus shivers. “Wanna come back to mine?” He offers.

“Fuck, I really do,” Remus replies, but there’s an uncertainty in his voice that makes Sirius lift his head. There’s a small frown on Remus’s full, bitten lips when Sirius searches his face. “I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you, Sirius. I really, really like you.”

”So you’ve said,” he teases, running a hand through Remus’s short hair. “And I like you, too, as I’ve said. Very much.”

“Okay,” he smiles, suddenly seeming bashful, “that’s good.”

“It is, yeah,” Sirius laughs. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, you know? But I’d like to spend more time with you, and Jamie will be kicking us out in a bit.”

“Christ, is it really that late already?” Remus chuckles, and Sirius can’t help kissing him again. This kiss is even slower than their first, tender and full of promise. 

Notes:

if you want a sneak peek at the second chapter, check out the snippet i posted on tumblr ;)

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Chapter 2

Summary:

“Am I what you’d imagined?” Sirius asks quietly.

“Yes and no, I suppose,” Remus ponders. “Obviously I never imagined you to be you, but you’re everything I’d hoped you’d be, and more.”

“That’s not much of an answer,” Sirius complains, though he can feel his cheeks heating in a blush to match Remus’s.

“You’re handsome, and sweet, and funny, Sirius,” he elaborates, ruffling his own hair with a cute little huff, “and you already know you’re just my type. Next question please.”

“I suppose I do know,” Sirius muses, a smug grin on his lips, “since you spent the last few weeks texting me and posting about it. Oh, and watching thirst traps, of course.”

“You’re such a little shit,” Remus laughs. He presses a lingering kiss behind Sirius’s ear, though, so Sirius figures he must not mind it too much.

Notes:

here's me cashing in on a bunch of kinktober prompts ;)

i realised while adding the tags for this chapter that it also fits the "riding" prompt, but i did have something else planned for it (if i have the time to finish it) so.....

this chapter is dedicated to my annoying little brother, who i unfortunately discovered has read the first part. i love you but i will never look you in the eyes again.

anyway enjoy the porn :')

They leave through the back entrance, James bidding them goodbye with a knowing smirk as they pass by him in the kitchen. 

“This is Matt, my driver whenever I’m home,” Sirius introduces, “Matt, this is Remus.”

“Nice to meet you, mate,” Matt says cordially, and Remus returns the greeting. 

“Do you ever drive yourself around?” Remus asks as they buckle their seatbelts, sinking into the luxurious leather of the seats. 

“Sometimes,” Sirius sighs, leaning into the arm Remus slides around his shoulders. “I love driving, but usually my schedule is too hectic and exhausting for me to be able to. Besides, it’s good to have a getaway car if my location gets leaked and I get swarmed by fans or fuckin’ rag reporters.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, that ‘bout sums it up.” Sirius agrees with forced cheer. “I love my job, honest, and I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful prick-”

“You don’t,” Remus cuts him off gently, pressing a soothing kiss into his hair. “I just wish you didn’t have to deal with that, love.”

“Remus,” Sirius starts and pauses. He knows he has to say it, but he’s wary of the answer he might receive. “If we… if we actually start dating, it won’t be easy for you, either. I’m not saying you’ll be harassed or anything, but you will lose some of your anonymity. So I’d get it, you know, if it’s not something you wanna deal with.”

“Sirius, sweetheart, I want you to listen to the words I’m about to say very fucking carefully, alright?”

“Alright,” Sirius agrees, his confusion surely evident in his voice. 

“I have liked you pretty much from the first time we’ve spoken,” Remus has such a gentle hold on Sirius’s face, that he thinks he might cry. “And I’ve liked you more and more every day since. I’m halfway to being in love with you, if I’m completely honest. There’s absolutely nothing, bar you not wanting me anymore, that will get me to leave you right now, okay?”

Sirius tries to respond, but no sounds can get past the lump in his throat. Instead, he kisses Remus again. 

***

“Come on, Moony,” Sirius needles, wriggling in his reclined position between Remus’s legs, back against his chest. “You can’t leave this decision to me,” he pouts, feeling Remus shrug behind him. 

“Aren’t you the expert, though?” Remus hums thoughtfully, arms tightening around Sirius’s exposed midriff.

They’d both changed out of their formal wear as soon as they entered Sirius’s flat. Sirius is now clad in loose pyjama pants and a tank top that slid up to reveal his stomach when he’d cuddled up to Remus, who’s wearing a pair of Sirius’s gym shorts and a shirt that seems oversized on Sirius himself but is stretched tightly around Remus’s broad shoulders and soft stomach.

“Just ‘cause I’m an actor doesn’t mean I know every film ever made, genius,” he replies petulantly, but there’s no real heat in his words as he runs his fingers lightly through the coarse hair covering Remus’s wide thighs.

“Most of the films I’ve seen recently had you in them,” Remus admits with a chuckle, blushing slightly when Sirius tips his head back to grin at him. “So unless that’s a fetish of yours, I don’t have much to add to the discussion.”

“As much as I like the thought of that, it’s probably more, like…” Sirius pretends to count it on his fingers, “seventh date stuff?”

“I have something to look forward to, then,” he winks at him, before they both dissolve into quiet giggles. “Maybe we won’t watch a film, then?”

“A series?” Sirius considers it. There are a few he’s currently watching, and plenty he wouldn’t mind rewatching with Remus. 

“We could,” he says, “or… we could do something else?”

“Moony,” Sirius gasps in feigned offence, “are you suggesting defiling me in my own home?” 

“I was suggesting talking, you deviant,” Remus snorts, “maybe playing twenty questions or some shit… but I won’t say no to that, either.”

“Oooh! I love twenty questions,” Sirius pats his thigh enthusiastically, feeling his heart rate quicken at the way the meat of it ripples with the motion. “I’ll go first!”

“Alright…”

Remus is correct to sound suspicious, because Sirius’s first question is: “Did you actually dream about me? Like, after watching Dracula.”

“How long have you been waiting to ask that?” Remus heaves a long sigh, though his chest is shaking with barely suppressed laughter. 

“Ask me when it’s your turn,” Sirius replies smugly.

“Fine,” he mutters, “yes, I did.”

“What did you dream about?”

“Ask me when it’s your turn,” Remus retorts, lightning quick. Sirius sticks his tongue out at him. “Very mature, Pads. What did you imagine I looked like?”

“Honestly?” He clears his throat awkwardly. “I didn’t really think about it until recently.” He twists on top of the suddenly tense Remus, sliding to lie tucked between him and the back of the sofa. Sirius rests a placating hand on his cheek, his thumb pressing into the spot he now knows dimples beautifully when Remus smiles. “Not ‘cause I didn’t want to know, Moons, but because what you look like doesn’t matter to me as much as who you are . I’m demisexual and demiromantic, I thought I’d mentioned that?”

“You did, yeah,” Remus relaxes again, smiling and leaning into his touch. His dimple appears right beneath Sirius’s thumb, and he feels almost giddy with how familiar Remus is quickly becoming to him.

“For the record, though,” Sirius adds, lowering his hand to brush the pad of his thumb over Remus’s full lips, “I wouldn’t have been able to imagine a hotter, more gorgeous version of you if I’d tried.”

Remus averts his eyes for a moment, hiding behind his glasses as his face warms in Sirius’s palm. His eyes are wide and expressive when they finally return to look at him. 

“Thanks, Pads,” he says bashfully.

“Am I what you’d imagined?” Sirius asks quietly. 

“Yes and no, I suppose,” Remus ponders. “Obviously I never imagined you to be you , but you’re everything I’d hoped you’d be, and more.”

“That’s not much of an answer,” Sirius complains, though he can feel his cheeks heating in a blush to match Remus’s.

“You’re handsome, and sweet, and funny, Sirius,” he elaborates, ruffling his own hair with a cute little huff, “and you already know you’re just my type. Next question please.” 

“I suppose I do know,” Sirius muses, a smug grin on his lips, “since you spent the last few weeks texting me and posting about it. Oh, and watching thirst traps, of course.”

“You’re such a little shit,” Remus laughs. He presses a lingering kiss behind Sirius’s ear, though, so Sirius figures he must not mind it too much. “If it’s alright to ask, what was your last relationship like? We never really talked about this sort of thing before.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind. It was ages ago, though,” he sighs. “His name was Benjy. We met at an audition, went for a coffee, and dated for six months. It ended when he realised I wasn’t getting bottom surgery anytime soon,” Sirius shrugs, though he can hear the old hurt slip into his tone. He avoids looking at Remus, not willing to see whatever sentiments his statement has induced in him. 

“He’s a complete idiot, Pads,” Remus’s cards gentle fingers through his hair. “I hope you know that. You probably don’t need me to tell you this, but whatever you choose to do with your body doesn’t make you any more or less valid as who you are.”

“I do now, yeah. But I appreciate you saying that, Moons.” Sirius hides his melancholic smile against Remus’s chest, hearing his heart thudding steadily. His voice is slightly muffled when he continues. “It turned me off dating for a long time, though. Didn’t feel worth the hassle.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

“Just to be crystal clear,” Sirius shifts to meet his eyes, hesitance clouding the brilliant hazel of them, his chin sinking into the plushness of Remus’s chest. “I don’t feel that way anymore. Not about you, Remus.”

“Oh,” Remus beams at him now, affection radiating from his handsome face. 

Sirius giggles, and they both ease back into the game, choosing lighter topics for the next questions.

A while later, they’re back in the position they’d started in. 

“What did you dream about, after the film?” Sirius asks lightly, grateful the way he’s lying on top of Remus conceals the heat flooding his cheeks. 

“Is that really how you’re choosing to use your last question, Pads?” Remus’s teasing tone, as well as the way the backs of his knuckles brush over Sirius’s exposed abdomen, makes Sirius squirm between his strong legs. 

“Sure is,” he squeaks when Remus’s thumb digs into his side, the tickling sensation catching him off guard. “Moony!”

“I like it when you call me that,” he murmurs against Sirius’s neck, trailing soft kisses up to his ear, then tugging the lobe gently between his teeth. 

“Moony,” Sirius repeats, though it’s more of a sigh now. 

“You want to know what I dreamt about?” Remus whispers into his ear, Sirius nodding quickly as goosebumps spread down his arms. “I dreamt about you, so fucking beautiful, on top of me, riding me, wearing that red Dracula robe and nothing else.”

“Fuck,” Sirius breathes out. Remus’s hand trails down the light dusting of hair that leads from his navel to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, pausing there in silent question. “Please,” he whines, grabbing his wrist and pushing down, until Remus’s fingers slip underneath the fabric.   

“No pants?” Remus chuckles, dragging his fingernails over his sensitive skin, and through the trimmed hair that covers it. “A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“We sexted three days ago, Remus,” he replies, going for an unimpressed tone that ends up sounding breathless more than anything else.

He can’t even pretend to be unaffected, not with the way his stomach clenches at every light touch, or the way his hand is still clutching Remus’s wrist tightly. 

“That we did,” Remus hums, hand bypassing Sirius’s hardening cock by a millimetre, tracing slow, teasing circles into the crease of his thigh. “I promised you quite a bit, didn’t I?”

“Best you get on with it, then,” Sirius grumbles, shifting his hips until Remus relents, dragging light fingertips up the length of his cock. “Yeah, fuck…”

“You’re so hard for me already,” he murmurs, sucking bruising kisses into his neck as his fingers start to stroke Sirius’s cock in earnest. His free hand pushes Sirius’s tank top further up, revealing his tattooed chest. “I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but that shirt you wore tonight was fucking torturous, Pads. Seeing all of these lovely tattoos through it, your little pink nipples…” Remus pinches at one of the buds for emphasis, making him whine and arch into the touch, sparks spreading through his body from every sliver of skin caressed by Remus’s sure hands. 

“Wore it for you,” Sirius manages to say, torn between wanting to press up into his hand and grind back onto Remus’s erection, which is digging into his arse. “You texted me about it, figured you’d appreciate it.”

Remus’s motions freeze for a moment, before resuming with even more intent and determination. 

“Fuck, I did,” he chuckles breathlessly, “I forgot about that. Can’t believe you remembered.”

“‘Course I did,” it’s getting harder for Sirius to form coherent words, and he gives up entirely when Remus’s fingers dip beyond his cock, teasing at his entrance. His heart is hammering in his chest with anticipation, and Sirius is certain Remus can feel it. 

“Can I…?” He asks, his evident desire turning his voice husky and his accent - Welsh, Sirius suddenly realises - more prominent. 

“Please,” Sirius moans, tilting his hips until a fingertip breaches him, the rest spreading him to give Remus more room to work. “Fuck,” he squirms as the thick digit slowly slides in further, wide knuckles stretching him in his wound up state. “Fuck me, Moony, please .”

“Knew I’d have you begging in no time,” Remus begins thrusting his finger in and out of his hole, the pad of it pressing up into that spot inside of him that makes him keen and clamp his thighs around Remus’s hand. “Now that won’t do, baby,” he grips underneath Sirius’s left thigh, pulling his leg up until it hangs over the backrest of the sofa. The change in the angle pushes the digit in even deeper, and Sirius’s right foot instinctually falls to the floor to provide him with some leverage. 

Using his newfound anchor, Sirius meets Remus’s every thrust in a steady rhythm. “More,” he demands, spreading his legs even further as Remus instantly complies and adds a second finger. 

“God, you’re so tight,” each syllable is punctuated by a deep plunge of his fingers. 

Sirius’s orgasm is quickly approaching, and he finds himself moaning uncontrollably, head thrashing against Remus’s chest. He keens when Remus’s left hand leaves his thigh, joining his right one to stroke his cock in tandem with the steady pace of his fingers. 

“Can you take another one, darling?” 

Sirius shudders. He can’t speak, can’t find the words to say he’d take anything Remus wants to give him. He nods in lieu of a verbal answer, feverish and mindless and desperate, fighting against the clenching of his muscles when another finger pushes into him, joining the first two and quickly bringing him to the brink. 

“I’m- fuck,” he tries, he’s so close. “I- Remus,” Sirius cries out as exquisite pleasure washes over him, the waves intensifying with every stroke to his cock, with every hooked drag of thick fingers. 

“That’s it,” Remus moans, his own hips giving stilted little thrusts against Sirius’s arse, as if he can’t help it. “Let me hear you come for me, Sirius.”

His hands clutch Remus, short fingernails digging into him, scrabbling to find purchase as his pleasure crests and explodes through him. Sirius knows he’s saying something, can feel the air flowing through his vocal cords, but the rush of blood in his ears drowns out any other sounds or thoughts. He shudders and clenches, arching on top of Remus, who can no longer move his fingers in the tight clutch of his hole, but continues working his cock until Sirius whimpers and recoils with overstimulation. 

“Fuck, Remus, bloody hell,” Sirius discovers he’s mumbling, muttering nonsense into Remus’s neck as the other man pulls out, then shifts them to lie facing each other on the sofa. 

Remus doesn’t respond with words, his mouth occupied with the gentle kisses he’s peppering all over Sirius’s sweaty face. His cock is still rock hard, pressing against Sirius’s slim thigh where it’s caught between Remus’s larger ones. Now that Sirius’s senses are slowly returning to him, he can actually appreciate the evidence of Remus’s arousal, thick and hot even through the layers of their clothes. 

Sirius tilts his head, pressing their lips together and licking into Remus’s mouth when he’s immediately granted entrance. 

“Fuck me,” Sirius moans against his mouth, shifting his thigh to rub against Remus’s hard cock. “Remus, god, fuck me right now.”

“I just did,” Remus chuckles, nipping at his jaw teasingly. Sirius whines, arching his neck to give him more room as Remus trails down, kissing and licking until he reaches the collar of his tank top. Remus pushes him away, guiding Sirius to lie on his back and rolling on top of him. “Alright, love, c’mon.”

Remus reaches for the hem of his shirt, and Sirius shifts, letting him remove it. Remus’s mouth immediately latches onto his nipple, sucking at the puckered bud and making him moan and press up into it.

“Can’t wait to have you inside of me,” Sirius sighs, running his fingers through Remus’s short curls and pulling him up. Remus whines when he’s forced to release Sirius’s nipple, keeping his tongue out to taste his way up Sirius’s chest and neck until he finally licks into his mouth, giving into Sirius’s desire and allowing his head to be moved and angled as Sirius devours him.

Sirius crosses his ankles below Remus’s bum, encouraging him to grind their cocks together through the thin fabrics separating them, their hips moving in quick, desperate thrusts. He detangles one of his hands, sliding it down Remus’s back to grab his arse. 

“Fuck, Pads-” Remus groans against his lips, his whole body jerking and arching, trying to push back into his hand while keeping them pressed as closely together as physically possible. “I won’t last if you do that,” he says, nudging Sirius’s jaw with his nose, coaxing his head to tilt so Remus can nip and suck down his neck.

“Next time, then,” Sirius replies instantly, bringing both hands to Remus’s waist with one last squeeze to the supple flesh. 

“Yeah, fuck, absolutely,” Remus sits back on his haunches, pulling his own shirt - well, Sirius’s, but it’s his now, just like Sirius himself - off by the collar, tossing it carelessly over the back of the sofa. 

His front is littered with thin, silvery scars, peeking out from the fuzz covering his chest and trailing down enticingly to where it disappears below his waistband.

Sirius lets his hands explore the newly revealed skin, mesmerised. “You’re so bloody fit,” he breathes out, sitting up to suck bruises into the meaty, delightfully yielding chest.

“You’re one to talk,” Remus chuckles, and Sirius sees an embarrassed blush flooding his cheeks when he glances at him. His arms surround Sirius’s waist, pulling him into his lap and grinding them together once again. “You’re maddening,” he groans against his temple, strong arms engulfing Sirius’s smaller frame entirely, leaving him feeling safer and more secure than he’d ever felt with any other partner.

Sirius whimpers, shuffling restlessly until he can fit his hand between their flushed torsos and slip it into Remus’s shorts. Remus moans when he grasps his erection over the soft cotton of his pants, rubbing along the length and gasping when he feels the wet patch covering the head. 

“Sirius,” he manages to say between short grunts, hips twitching into the touch while he grits his teeth, “I’m- this is about to get very embarrassing for me, love, I can’t-”

“Not embarrassing,” Sirius counters, releasing him only for a moment while he pushes Remus’s clothes down his thighs and finally, finally, takes his hard cock in his hand. “Just very, very hot.”

“Fuck, oh Jesus fuck,” Remus mutters against his neck, thrusting into the tight circle of Sirius’s palm and chasing his pleasure. His cock twitches and thickens further, making Sirius groan and swallow harshly as he imagines feeling it inside of him. “Fuck,” one, two, three more thrusts and- “Pads,” Remus comes with his name on his lips, making Sirius’s cock throb in sympathy as he coats his hand with long spurts of his warm release. Remus gives a few more shallow jabs, before slowing to a stop and leaning on Sirius heavily. 

“You alright there, Moony?”

“Should’ve known you’d be a smug bastard in person, too,” Remus mumbles into his neck, nipping at his collarbone in mock-punishment.

Sirius giggles, bringing his sticky hand up to his mouth and lapping at it slowly, meticulously cleaning himself up. Remus raises his head, watching in awe as Sirius licks at the saltiness on his palm, before sucking each of his fingers into his mouth and pulling them out with lewd pops.

“You…” he trails off, shaking his head with a smile. “You’ll be the death of me, love.”

“Good,” Sirius smirks, “don’t want anyone else to have you after me.”

Remus pulls him into a passionate kiss, moaning as he tastes himself on Sirius’s tongue. His palm presses into the small of Sirius’s back, and his other hand rises to tangle in his long hair, grasping and pulling him impossibly closer. 

“I think it’s safe to say,” Remus pants against his lips, “that you have completely ruined me for anyone else.”

Sirius wants to reply, to reciprocate the feeling, but his mouth is immediately occupied again. He moans instead, curling around Remus and basking in the feeling of their bare chests pressed together, sweaty skin clinging in a way that might be gross in any other context, but only serves to make Sirius even more desperate for him. 

“Remus,” he breathes out when they inevitably must separate, his head spinning slightly with the lack of oxygen. “You’re too good at this. I can’t get enough of you, fuck.”

Sirius isn’t sure where the filth pouring out of him is coming from. He’s confident, yes, but he’s never been this talkative during sex before. Remus just seems to bring it out of him, and Sirius finds that he loves how reactive he is to every word that falls from his lips. 

“Oh, God,” Remus moans, throwing his head back in pleasure as Sirius sucks bruises under his jaw, glasses askew on his wide nose. 

Sirius’s mouth feels raw from rubbing against Remus’s short scruff, but he can’t help coming back for more, addicted already to the taste and the sounds and everything else that is Remus in the throes of passion. 

“Bedroom?” Remus breathes out, bringing both of his hands up to cup Sirius’s face and pulling him into a brief kiss. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sirius replies, but the teasing tone he aimed for ends up being simply, overwhelmingly fond. 

Remus grins and stumbles off the sofa, offering his hand to Sirius, who rises to his feet far more gracefully. 

“C’mon,” he says, lacing their fingers together and tugging Remus along towards his bedroom. 

The walk, which should’ve taken them ten seconds, takes them over five minutes as they pause to kiss against every wall in the flat, breaking apart with laughter each time, tripping over their own feet as they refuse to separate for even a short moment. 

Sirius throws himself onto his bed, making grabby gestures at Remus, who stopped to shed the rest of his clothing before crawling over him. Sirius pulls at him as soon as he can, making him lose his balance and topple onto him.

“Pads!” Remus chides with a chuckle, “I’ll crush you!”

Sirius is finding it harder to breathe, but he doesn’t mind one bit.

“Perhaps,” he wheezes out, “but what a way to go.”

Remus pushes himself off to the side, unable to control the laughter that overcomes him. Sirius follows immediately, straddling his hips and grinding down with a cocky smirk. 

“You’re terrible,” Remus rolls his eyes, laughter melting away and replaced with a drawn out moan. “And insatiable, but I’m afraid I’m gonna need a few more minutes.”

Sirius pouts, but shifts to slide off of him, humming in confusion when Remus’s big palms cover his hips, keeping him there.

“I thought you said you needed a break?” He asks carefully, though he does shuffle to let Remus strip him, both of them finally completely naked - except for Remus’s glasses, that is, but Sirius secretly hopes he’ll leave them on.

“Well…” Remus says hesitantly, “my cock does… not my mouth.”

“Oh,” Sirius exhales, feeling the anticipation start to build as Remus’s hands gently coax him up his body, until he’s kneeling over his face.

“Is that alright?” He asks, tilting his head to press a soothing kiss into Sirius’s inner thigh, his soft hands caressing him slowly.

“I… yeah,” Sirius gulps, held in place when the hands return to his hips.

“You don’t sound too sure,” Remus says, but there’s no accusation in his voice, only gentle concern.

“It’s alright right now,” Sirius rushes to affirm, placing his hands over Remus’s and squeezing lightly, “it usually is, but it might not always be.”

“That’s okay,” he instantly replies, thumbs smoothing over the backs of Sirius’s hands in a comforting gesture. “Of course it is. I would never ask you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I know,” Sirius smiles down at him. And he does know. Remus is quickly turning out to be the most considerate partner he’s ever had, and that knowledge turns him on almost more than everything else they’ve done so far. 

Remus matches his smile, a soft exhale of relief puffing out of his nose, cool air reaching between Sirius’s parted, exposed legs and making him shiver.

“Ready?” He asks, licking his lips as he notices Sirius’s reaction. Sirius nods, and suddenly the grip Remus has on him is used to bring him down, lower and lower until his outstretched tongue reaches him, licking over his hole.

They both moan at the contact, Sirius falling forward and bracing his hands on the antique headboard. The wood creaks under his sudden weight, but Sirius pays it no mind, grinding down and whining as Remus’s talented tongue works him over. 

“Fuck, oh God,” he groans, bearing down as Remus thrusts into him, alternating between licking into his hole and at the sensitive skin around it. “Remus, fuck, that feels so good.”

Remus moans, the vibrations travelling through Sirius, reaching his core and making him clench around a deep plunge of his tongue. Remus stiffens the muscle, fucking into him with renewed vigour that has Sirius whining and shaking above him. 

“I’m- shit, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warns, whimpering when Remus withdraws, panting against his heated skin. 

“That’s the goal, isn't it?” He quips, voice hoarse and breathing heavily, before sucking a bruise into the pale skin of his thigh.

“Shut up,” Sirius groans, yelping when Remus licks a strip from his entrance all the way to his cock, sucking it into his mouth. “Wanna come on your cock,” he says petulantly, through the way his hips jerk forward, pushing himself deeper between Remus’s lips, says otherwise.

“Well, fuck,” Remus grunts, pushing Sirius away for a moment to catch his breath. “I won’t say no to that.”

Sirius grins, shuffling backwards until he’s perched over Remus’s cock again, taking a moment to commit the sight of Remus - flushed down to his chest, lips slick and swollen, glasses slightly askew over his hooded eyes - to memory. 

“Condom?” Remus asks.

“We could,” Sirius says, biting his lip nervously, “but I’m good without it if you are.”

“I’m healthy,” he replies, smoothing his thumbs down the taut V of Sirius’s hips, “are you on anything for… y’know?”

“IUD,” Sirius supplies, and Remus nods.

“Alright, then yeah, if you’re comfortable with it.”

Sirius grins, reaching between his legs to grasp Remus’s hard cock, and guiding it to his entrance.

“Fuck,” Remus groans, hips twitching as he attempts to hold back, letting Sirius set the pace as he sinks down around him. “Fuck,” he repeats, “you’re so tight.”

“Well, you’re fucking huge, so,” Sirius huffs, pausing halfway down his length to catch his breath, allowing his body to get used to the stretch.

“Too much?” He asks, sitting up with some effort to wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso. “We don’t have to-”

“Shut up, I’ll get your cock inside me even if it kills me.”

Remus laughs, tilting his head up to catch Sirius’s lips in a slow, sensual kiss. It takes the edge of desperation off, and Sirius discovers it’s easier to lower himself further without Remus’s hypnotising eyes watching his every move.

Sirius moans into the kiss when their hips finally meet, seated entirely on Remus’s cock.

“Oh God, Pads,” Remus mutters against his lips, as Sirius starts moving experimentally, his hands gripping Sirius so tightly he suspects he’ll find finger-shaped marks on his skin in the morning.

Sirius clenches around him, whining and moving faster as he settles into a desperate pace. Remus falls backwards with a grunt, an arm thrown over his eyes, hips bucking to meet Sirius’s with every downward grind. 

“Don’t,” he pleads, tugging on Remus’s wrist and lacing their fingers together. “Wanna see you… want you to see me.”

His other hand leaves Sirius’s hip, and Sirius whines, thinking he’s about to hide away from him again. Instead, Remus runs his palm down his chest, pausing to press down over Sirius’s belly, right below the navel.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, eyes wide with awe.

“What?”

“I can- fuck,” he presses harder, sending sparks of pleasure through Sirius, “I can see it…”

Sirius glances down, his motions halting in his confusion, but as Remus begins thrusting in his stead, he sees exactly what he meant. Leaning backwards, the bulge pushing out his taut stomach is unmistakable, shifting in time with Remus’s cock inside of him.

“Oh my-” he’s cut off, the change in the angle making Remus’s cock hit just so , and his abs tighten even further, “fuckin’- fuck,” he cries out, thighs quivering and arms struggling to hold him up, slipping and fighting for purchase on the silky bedsheets.

Remus brings his hand lower, stroking over Sirius’s neglected cock, muttering praise and obscenities as he winds him up, a toy ready to spring loose at his command.

“That’s it, baby,” Remus coaxes, one hand unrelenting on his cock, the other squeezing their interlocked fingers sweetly. “You’re so gorgeous, love, wanna feel you come around me…”

Sirius falls forward, all the strength in his body fading into nothingness, replaced by intense waves of pleasure as his orgasm overwhelms him. He can feel Remus still moving inside of him, straining against the tightening of his hole, carrying him through it as he chases his own pleasure.

“Fuck, Sirius, I’m so close-”

“Inside me,” he manages to say through his low whimpers, “wanna feel it.”

Remus groans, his rhythm faltering as his own climax draws near. His arms wrap around Sirius tightly, his face buried in the mess of his black curls as he stills at last, twitching and pulsing deep inside Sirius as his release floods him. 

They stay there for a long moment, muscles spasming in the sudden stillness and every breath a Herculean effort. 

“Shit,” Sirius sighs, groaning as he pushes himself off of Remus onto the hard mattress, feeling their joint release trickling out of him and down his thighs. 

“Mmm,” Remus agrees. 

They glance at each other, then, each as caught as the other with goofy grins stretching their abused lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” Sirius says, poking his finger into Remus’s dimple, which deepens under his touch. 

“You’re beautiful,” he retorts, sliding his hand into Sirius’s tangled hair and pulling him into a sweet kiss. 

Sirius curls into his side, catching his breath and resting his head on Remus’s chest, listening as his frantic heartbeat slowly returns to its usual, steady rhythm.

“Hey,” Sirius says after a while, “did you mean what you said earlier? In the car?”

“I’d say you need to be more specific, but I meant everything I’ve said to you today…”

“Prat,” Sirius laughs. “The bit about you being halfway in love with me.”

“Oh.” Remus gulps. “That . Might’ve lied about that.”

Sirius raises his head in alarm, squinting in affront when he sees the smug grin on Remus’s handsome features.

“Don’t stress,” he laughs - laughs! - “what I mean is, I’m long past halfway in love with you. Didn’t want to freak you out, I suppose.”

Sirius blinks at him, struggling to comprehend the meaning of his words.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything-”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love,” Sirius cuts him off, freed of his stupor once he sees the anxiety clouding Remus’s easy smile. “I don’t think I have,” he takes a slow, steadying breath, “but if I were to fall in love, I’d imagine it’d feel a lot like this.”

If only Sirius had a camera at this moment. He’s never wanted to capture a moment in time like he does right now, as he watches every trace of uncertainty evaporate from Remus’s face, a wide beam that puts on display his slightly crooked teeth lighting up the dark bedroom. 

“Is this insane?” Remus asks, his smile not dimming in the slightest. “We’ve only met today!”

“Maybe,” Sirius muses, pressing a kiss into his bare shoulder, “but we’ve been chatting for nearly six months now.”

“And we sexted three days ago,” Remus adds gravely.

“Yes,” Sirius matches his tone, nodding solemnly, “thank you for that profound input, Remus.”

They dissolve into quiet giggles, kissing and talking some more until sleep overcomes them.

***

“By the way,” Remus says the next morning. They’re lying in bed again, after he’s made them coffee and breakfast (and made Sirius come once, spread out on the kitchen table, and again, face down on his firm mattress). “Knowing who you are now, your Tumblr handle is fucking brilliant.”

Sirius barks out a laugh, turning his head to rest his chin on Remus’s pectoral, right above his loudly thudding heart. 

“Thanks, I think so, too,” Sirius grins as Remus rolls his eyes at his feigned arrogance, then hums into the soft kiss that he’s graced with. 

The angle is a bit awkward, but he doesn’t mind one bit. Lying in bed with Remus, sweaty and sated, there’s absolutely nowhere Sirius would rather be.

Notes:

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edit:
this fic now has art!!!!! thank you zahri i’m obsessed with it <33333

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