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“What’s gotten–” George gasped as Remus’s teeth tugged down on his remaining ear. “What’s gotten into you?”
He felt the wall press against his back as Remus continued to kiss, bite, and mark the expanse of skin on his right side. After giving him a moment, George pulled Remus’s face towards him and pressed their lips together. The sound of Remus’s growl went straight to his cock and he wrapped his legs around his partner, tightening their hold around him.
Remus’s tongue forced inside his mouth, and George whimpered as he felt the overwhelming desire his partner held for him.
“You’re mine,” Remus muttered against his lips before reattaching their mouths. “Not Zabini’s or Nott’s or any one of those guys.”
“Remus-”
“Don’t- It’s too close to the moon for you to smell like anyone else.”
George began pulling at Remus’s shirt, needing to feel his skin, needing to feel close to him. Closer.
“Then mark me,” George whispered as he ground his hips against Remus’s, seeking any friction that would alleviate the pressure in his cock. “Do whatever you need to show who I belong to.”
He felt the strength of Remus’s hand around his neck and the rush of pleasure as he squeezed.
“Oh sunshine, you’re going to regret saying that.”
He didn’t have a warning before he was over Remus’s shoulder in a way he’d never been handled before. Then he was thrown onto Remus’s bed, and Remus was atop him.
He held a finger to his face, which George eagerly accepted into his mouth, sucking on it. Imagining the way Remus might stretch him with it soon.
“You think you’re such a good boy, don’t you?”
George sucked the finger in deeper, nodding his head, never breaking eye contact. He could see the gold brewing in Remus’s eyes.
“Does a good boy flirt with those he doesn’t belong to?”
“I wasn’t flirting-”
He couldn’t even finish before his face was smacked to the side. Remus gripped his chin and pulled his face towards him. “Don’t lie to me, sunshine. I could smell how much they wanted you.”
“I only want you.”
Remus stilled, eyes glaring into George’s.
“Mate?”
“Please-” George paused and watched Remus’s eyes. “Moony?” He asked after another pause, his partner eyes getting gold-er with every passing second. “Moony, I’m yours. Do what you want with me.”
Moony kissed him then before flipping him onto his stomach.
Every article of clothing was torn off him, one by one. George didn’t care what became of them. He just wanted his Remus -his Moony– to use him.
He felt the press of Remus’s nails against his back.
“Tell me, sunshine, who do you belong to?”
George gasped as one of the nails pressed harder against his skin.
“Please-”
“Tell me.”
“You. I belong to you.”
The nail clawed into his skin, and George cried out as the pain turned into pleasure.
“There’s my good boy.”
*******
He didn’t remember when he fell asleep, but the first thing he felt as the morning sun broke through the room was a pair of lips against his back.
A pair of lips whispering how much he loved him.
How proud he was of him.
His back burned.
Everything felt sore as he tried to move.
“Good morning sunshine.”
George blushed under Remus’s gaze. “Good morning. Mate.”
