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Remus clicked on the button, entering the chatroom and waiting for the stream to start. There were 734 other people just like him, waiting for the same thing, many of them impatient, writing messages into the chat, wondering when it was going to start. He remembered how, when he first discovered his profile, there were only 8 of them watching, their lewd little community growing larger day by day, despite never seeing each other’s faces or learning each other’s real names, they were all connected by one thing – their insatiable lust for Sirius Black.
Once Sirius turned his camera on and appeared on the screen, the chat celebrated, messages piling one upon the other, Remus certain Sirius wouldn’t even get to see most of them.
“Sorry I’m late you guys, I was busy stretching,” Sirius laughed, knowing just what kind of effect this was going to have on his followers. They were mostly frustrated by the fact that he didn’t decide to live-stream that part as well, for they very much would love to watch him stretch, as he was talking about something much different than what he was currently demonstrating, while stretching his arms, letting his flimsy t-shirt ride up and expose his skin. His jeans were hanging criminally low, just an inch away from showing everything.
“Ah, don’t worry, I have plenty of good things to show you,” he chuckled, adjusting the camera angle slightly, so that the entire bed behind him could be seen.
The people in the chat cheered, Remus already recognizing some of the names, especially those who were there as long as he was, back when this was a much smaller community, just a few pervs watching him, commenting, asking things from him. Unlike these other people, who were never ashamed of being vocal about their desires, Remus never felt brave enough to touch his keyboard and write something out, the most he could do was to click on that little heart in the corner or add a like, never writing a single word down.
CuminU: I wan2 c ur pimk hoole, Sirius!!! I hope its wett
BigBoi23: Don’t keep us waiting, baby
CaraCOCK: Show us how you worked yourself up pretty boy
SexMaster000: Fuckkkkkkkkkdndhvjdvjdvhdjvhjdvfebloevfebvjreb
The screen was full of messages, Sirius leaning over to read some of them out loud.
“Oh, GilXXX I agree… One week is too long without you guys,” he said, scrolling through his screen. “And yes, BazzPunk666, I do intend to use that new toy I bought. But maybe not today…”
He leaned back onto the bed, unclasping his belt buckle and sighing lazily.
“These trousers are too tight, what do you say we got rid of them?” Sirius asked, unzipping himself without waiting for an answer, but all of them probably said the same, urging him on to lose all of his clothes.
Remus sighed, his hands sweating. He’s seen Sirius naked many times before, but he always anticipated it just the same. He pulled his laptop into his lap, just to see everything clearer.
“Much better!” Sirius said, now spreading his legs out on the bed, his cock already hard and leaking. It was an amazing sight indeed, Remus’ hand having no choice but to slide down his trousers. Yes, he was already hard as well, in fact, he’s been that way ever since turning his laptop on, the anticipation of seeing Sirius’ show always getting him hard.
“Fuck, how can you be so hot…” Remus murmured to himself, as he watched the man on the screen rub himself lazily. He was still wearing his t-shirt and there was something awfully sexy in seeing just the bottom part of his body naked and spread out.
“You want me to keep the shirt on?” Sirius asked, as one of the viewers wrote down what Remus was thinking. “But I wanted to show you my new piece of jewellery.” He pouted, his finger sliding from his chin to his clothed nipple, rubbing it through the fabric. He let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back just a little. “It’s still very sensitive.”
As he said it, the chat was flooded with messages of people asking to see it, much to Sirius’ delight.
“Hm?” He asked, lifting the hem of his shirt up ever so slightly, just to tease, giving them a glimpse of his perfect abs. Despite of him being lean, he had these absolutely mouthwatering set abs on him, Remus watching them all mesmerized, wondering what it would feel like to lick them.
Sirius then lifted his shirt some more, biting onto its hem and uncovering his pierced nipple, the metallic stud shining under the light. He pressed his finger into it gently, sighing at his own touch.
“I just got it a few days ago,” he said, looking down at it, his nipple still healing. “It hasn’t even been licked by anyone yet.”
A dozen of volunteers voiced their wishes to be the first to do so, stating it in the chat, while Remus imagined what it would taste like on his tongue.
“How could I pick only one of you?” Sirius laughed, enjoying the attention he was getting. “I wish you could all do it, just to be fair.”
Remus frowned, imagining all those men licking their tongues over that sensitive spot. He wasn’t able to forget that the others wanted this just as much as he did, their presence constantly reminding him that he was paying only the basic subscription, £9.99 a month to get a glimpse of this perfection. He knew those upper tiers of fans would be getting much more, such as private sessions where they could talk to Sirius one on one, and tell him what they wanted him to do while seeing him do it for their eyes only. He wished he didn’t have to pay his utilities and rent, and that he earned more at the local pub, so that he could afford such a privilege at least once in his life.
He knew that one of these guys, Gid313 was a regular, always bragging about the private shows and then still coming to these sessions as well, purposely writing about it in the chat, asking Sirius if he liked what he told him to do. It was as if he was goading the rest of them, showing off how special he was compared to the rest. Sirius once laughed and mentioned that Gid313 was singlehandedly paying for his rent, and Remus couldn’t even imagine how many sessions he must have had with him. He wondered why Sirius even bothered with these group things anymore, when he could very well just pick out few subscribers and give them private sessions.
As Sirius writhed on the bed, flicking his sensitive nipple, his cock was twitching and leaking, now neglected and strained against his stomach. Some pointed it out as well, asking Sirius to give it some attention as well.
Sirius chuckled reading the messages out, getting out of his t-shirt, now being completely naked in front of the camera. He didn’t seem awkward or uncomfortable, appearing to be almost boisterous about his naked form.
“You’re always so impatient,” he spoke into the camera, amused. “You know I would never skip giving you guys a nice view of my cock.”
He then slowly started rubbing himself up and down, smearing precum all over his shaft, while staring into the camera intensely.
Shagglebolt: Wish it was in my mouthh
SexGodd69: You could use an extra hand there, Sirius
Gid313: Save something for a private sesh, pretty
Remus read the messages that were mostly agreeing on one thing – they all wished they were doing it to Sirius, instead of just being behind the screen, watching. So did he. He imagined it countless times, how he’d lick against that sensitive slit, sucking on it until it was leaking and throbbing in his mouth, shooting cum on his tongue and down his throat, never spilling a drop of it.
Sirius was slow and deliberate in his movements, giving everyone quite a show, especially with the way he rubbed his foreskin, pulling it up and down against his strained cockhead, the wet sound he was making while doing it turning everything even hotter. Watching and listening to all of that made Remus jerk his own cock up and down with much less poise than Sirius did. He didn’t care about what he looked like, slouching in front of his laptop, still wearing all his clothes and only having his cock out, while he desperately panted, eyes fixed on the illuminated screen.
He came in a matter of seconds, taken over the edge by his own hand and thanks to Sirius’ meticulous moves. While he was heaving, wiping his dirty hand into his sheet, Sirius was still going at it, now throwing his head back and fastening his pace a bit. Judging by the way he was arching his back and pushing his hips up, it was obvious that he was close, and soon enough, he was spilling himself all over his stomach and chest, looking down at the scene with delight on his face.
People in the chat mostly bragged about reaching their orgasms as well, some of them to the point of describing what it was like, most of them regretting they had to do it into their hands instead of on some part of Sirius’ body or inside of him.
“You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” Sirius was smirking while reading the messages, smearing his cum all over his chest. “Imagine if you could fill this here up,” he said as he turned around for the camera, showing them his hole; dark pink and twitching, it was quite obvious that something has been inside of it up until recently, confirming Sirius’ words that he was doing some stretching before coming online.
Remus wondered if he was doing it with his fingers or with some kind of a toy, or if perhaps he’s had some help from that man that participated in one of these streams one time.
“I wish I didn’t have to use just my fingers for this,” said Sirius. He looked at the camera seductively, while shoving two of his fingers inside of himself, giving them all a perfect view of it.
Despite seeing this place a hundred times before during Sirius’ performances, as well as possessing some photos he bought as a part of a special package, Remus was always equally mesmerized by that magical hole. He watched it suck Sirius’ fingers in and stretch itself around them, wondering what it would feel like against his cock. He wished he could experience it at least once, shoving his dick inside of it, feeling it twitch around him. His fingers trembled, as he restrained them from writing something down, voicing his thoughts out loud, like many of the viewers did without feeling any shame whatsoever.
Firenze20: you’d have to try a whole fist if you wanted to fit my cock
AlbieDDD: Hope you don’t mind if I take a screenshot of this
GilXXX: your such a whore, Sirius, but I still have to watch you
LusciousLuc: zoom in a bit, I want to see better
Sirius didn’t exactly have the time to read them all, as he was too immersed into fingering himself, trying to put on a show for the camera. He held his arse up, making sure it was under a perfect angle, his hole in the centre of it, while he kneeled on the bed, looking over his shoulder from time to time, moaning about how good it felt, wishing he had something bigger and meatier inside of him.
“You know… it’s my birthday in a week,” he said, panting. While he spoke, he never stopped working on himself, now scissoring his fingers and letting them all take a peek inside of his hole, keeping it wide open. “I was thinking of rewarding one of you.”
The chat erupted in predictions what the award might be, most of them including body fluids and overly graphic descriptions. This time, Sirius didn’t bother reading any of it, as he just continued explaining the reward.
“I’ll give one of you a one-on-one private chat for half an hour,” he said. “For free.”
Everyone volunteered themselves for it, while Sirius went on.
“Just write the word private in the chat and I’ll let the system choose one of you at random.”
Remus watched everyone write the word down, his fingers lightly touching his keyboard, deliberating about whether to join in or not. He would have to break his own rules for this and apply for it, despite very well knowing the chances of him being chosen being pretty slim. He saw some of them writing the word private over and over again, wondering if that made their odds go up, as he barely mustered up the courage to write it once.
Moony10: Private
He pressed send carefully, watching his screenname quickly disappear from the chat box, as everyone was writing at the same time.
“Ok, let’s see who the lucky winner is,” Sirius suddenly stopped working himself open and turned his attention back to the screen. He seemed to be typing something down, not even bothering wiping his hands off properly.
Remus sighed, wondering if this was the end of today’s session, seeing as Sirius was about to proceed into a private chat with one lucky individual. He put his dick back into his pants and zipped up his trousers. There was no point of continuing this, as the winner was probably someone who didn’t even need this, someone like that Gid guy who chatted with Sirius in private many times already, having enough money to afford it.
“Oh, interesting!” Sirius chuckled. “I usually see this person logging in but never saying anything. Guess that’s about to change now!” He winked.
That’s when everyone urged him on to reveal the name of the lucky winner.
“Moony10!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll open the private chatroom for you in a minute and for the rest of you guys, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow afternoon.”
Remus sighed, thinking what a lucky person that guy that was chosen was, before he actually looked at the screen and read it out.
Sirius B. invited you to a private chatroom.
“Wait… I’m Moony10!” He gasped out, talking to himself while grabbing his laptop and watching the screen all mesmerized. Sirius was calling out for Moony10 to join him in the private chatroom, sending him a direct link, and Remus’ hand trembled as he moved the cursor across his screen, careful not to mistakenly close the window. He stopped breathing until he pressed the accept button, waiting to be transferred to where Sirius was waiting for him.
“Hey there Moony, I was starting to think you were going to bail on me,” he chuckled, lazily lounging on his bed, stretching himself out in his full naked glory.
As if Remus would ever bail on him willingly, the only thing that would keep him away rom Sirius would probably be his clumsy hand accidentally logging himself off, or a disaster such as power outage shutting his internet connection down.
“Moony, are you there?” Sirius tilted his head, pouting at the screen.
“Y-yes, I’m here!” Remus said before realizing his mic was turned off. He quickly turned it on and repeated. “Um, I’m here!” His voice came out trembling as he waited for Sirius’ reaction.
“You know you can turn your camera on as well?” Sirius asked, smirking. “It feels much more personal that way.”
Remus gasped loudly enough for Sirius to hear it. He looked around in panic, as he was totally unprepared for any of this. He logged on this afternoon, just after his shift ended, wearing a pair of old trousers and a raggedy t-shirt, hoping to get off while looking at his favourite adult content creator. It was supposed to be a one-way street, where Remus would just sit behind a screen and jerk off in the darkness of his room, while Sirius was the one on display. In fact, compared to Sirius’ professional recording equipment and the impeccable lighting, his eight-year-old laptop with a grainy webcam and the dim light of his ancient bedside lamp were just ridiculous. What if Sirius saw him and immediately changed his mind? He certainly wouldn’t blame him for it.
“Um… my camera?” He asked, wondering if it still worked, unsure when was the last time he even used it.
“You do have a camera, don’t you?” Sirius chuckled, amused by the possibility of someone not having a webcam in this day and age.
“Yeah, I do,” Remus said, gulping down awkwardly. “But I’m not really prepared for… I mean, I didn’t think you’d be able to see me.”
Sirius sat up straight. “Well, since you can see all of me,” he said while spreading his legs some more, exposing himself completely. “It’s only fair.”
Remus could hear his blood flowing through his body, his ears ringing with the swooshing sound.
He looked at his pathetic laptop, wiping the camera lens with his finger, like that was going to make things better. He clicked on the crossed camera sign, immediately able to see a small image of himself in the bottom right corner of the screen. It was awful, he knew it was, as his beige wall and plain white sheets were giving away what an uninteresting person he was. He saw in what disarray his hair was, quickly combing through the messy curls with his fingers, like Sirius couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Wow!” Sirius sounded like he was pretending to be interested. “You actually surprised me, to be honest.”
Remus stopped his desperate attempt to fix his hair and looked at Sirius in confusion.
“I always thought you were some weird old guy who liked to watch and never interacted because you were tech unsavvy,” he said, grinning. Remus couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or not and if Sirius was disappointed, expecting a mature man instead of him. He was especially surprised by the fact that Sirius had noticed him, or in this case his screenname, before.
“Um… you spotted me being here?” Remus asked, shifting on his bed uncomfortably.
“Yeah… you were one of my first fans on here, if I remember correctly,” Sirius said, staring at the screen intensely. So intensely that Remus had to look away, unable to bear it much longer. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, biting his bottom lip.
“Sorry,” he apologized for some unknown reason, making Sirius burst into laughter.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said. “In fact, I’m glad you were with me from the beginning. It’s always nice to meet some loyal fans. The fact that they are also goodlooking is just a bonus.”
Remus looked up in confusion. Did Sirius just call him goodlooking? He had to be joking, right? He was probably just buttering him up. In the end, it was his job, keeping his viewers satisfied, telling them what they wanted to hear. He’d probably say the same thing, even if Remus was a balding fifty-year-old with a giant beer gut and half of his teeth missing.
“So, do you have any particular requests?” Sirius asked, lightly touching his freshly pierced nipple. “Any special wishes you want me to fulfil?”
Remus’ biggest wish was for Sirius to materialize in front of him in physical form so that he could fuck him for real, and since that was pretty much impossible, he just shook his head.
“Whatever… you want,” he said, shrugging.
“No, really,” Sirius insisted. “I’m pretty much open to anything in these sessions, except for self-harm and scat.”
Remus looked at him, wondering what people have asked of him, if he had to stress these things out.
“What do you prefer?” He asked, watching Sirius stop and look at him in confusion.
“Um… this is not about me, Moony,” he said.
“Remus,” Remus suddenly said, finding it weird for Sirius to be calling him by his screenname. “My real name is Remus.”
“Oh,” Sirius jolted. “Ok, Remus. Then we should call you that.”
“Is your real name really Sirius Black, or is that a stage name?” Remus suddenly blurted out, always wondering about this. He thought that the name Sirius Black was just too perfect to be someone’s real given name.
Sirius laughed. “Unfortunately, yes!” He nodded. “At first, I was just a video game streamer, so I used my real name. Later, when it grew into… all of this, it was too late to change it. Besides, I think it’s awfully difficult to come up with an alluring name, especially when you’re doing this.”
“You could have used the porn name method, combining the name of your first pet and the first street you lived on.”
Sirius laughed, throwing his head back, and it looked like an honest laugh.
“Oh, no… that would have been a disaster!” He yelped out.
“What is it?” Remus asked, feeling much more relaxed than when this whole thing started.
“Snuffles Grimmauld.” Sirius said, trying to stay calm before bursting into laughter again.
“Wow,” Remus smiled. “It’s…”
“Horrible, I know!” Sirius nodded. “I don’t think I would have this many subscribers if that was the case.”
“Yeah… it doesn’t really sound appealing,” Remus agreed. “But you said you were a game streamer? How do you switch from that to… this?”
Sirius sighed. “Well, I wasn’t that good in playing games, so I figured I could… you know. Earn more, this way.”
“Oh,” Remus nodded. “And does your boyfriend not mind that you—I mean he did join you once so he obviously doesn’t, but… like is it weird for him that you do this?” Remus was now practically rambling, words coming out of his mouth like a flood.
“My… boyfriend?” Sirius made a confused grimace. “Oh, you mean Prongs?! He’s not my boyfriend!”
Remus clearly remembered that guy with an antlered mask being featured in a few of Sirius’ earlier streams, fucking him in several positions, causing everyone in the chat to go crazy, since then always demanding a repeat of it.
“James is my best friend and he helps me out with these things sometimes,” Sirius explained. “He’s a bit shy, so he doesn’t want to show his face, but he agreed to put a mask on.”
“Oh,” Remus nodded.
“Were you trying to fish for info if I have a boyfriend or not?” Sirius chuckled, sounding very amused by this. “How naughty of you, Remus!”
Remus felt his cheeks reddening. He really had no hidden agenda Sirius accused him of, he was honestly just wondering who that guy was and whether he was fine with Sirius doing this, if he was indeed his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry,” Remus sighed out, shaking his head. “I’m not some weirdo thinking I’d ever have a chance with you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sirius said. “You’re already less weird than most of my fans, so I’m not alarmed. You know, one of the guys tried to figure out where I lived, based on the view from my window, which is why I had to get these curtains.”
“What?” Remus looked at him in disbelief. In fact, now that Sirius has said it, he remembered there used to be a window in the background, one showing some neighbouring rooftops, but he didn’t even imagine someone would try and deduct Sirius’ location from it.
“People are weird,” Sirius said nonchalantly, not looking particularly upset by the whole thing. “But I don’t, you know.”
Remus looked at him blankly.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Sirius clarified.
Remus breathed out a sigh of relief, like that would change anything between them. He had to constantly remind himself that Sirius was just an adult performer who did these things for money, and he saw Remus as any other customer of his. Perhaps he wasn’t as weird as many of them, but at the end of the day, he was the same as any other man who transferred £9.99 per month on Sirius’ bank account.
“Remus? Are you there?” Sirius asked, startling Remus from his inner thoughts.
“Y-yes!” Remus stuttered out. “I’m here.”
“I thought the screen was frozen for a moment there.”
Remus chuckled awkwardly. No, that was just me being weird about you. He thought.
“So… are we going to start this or what?” Sirius laughed. “I just realized we’ve spent last fifteen minutes yapping instead of doing what we’re here for.”
“Oh,” Remus looked at the clock in the bottom right corner of his screen. Chatting with Sirius made him forget all about time and honestly, he didn’t feel like any of it was wasted.
“So, have you made up your mind about what you want me to do?” Sirius asked, lifting both of his legs up on the bed, offering Remus full view of his bare arse, as well as of his balls and cock.
“I… whatever you want, really…” He huffed out. Whatever Sirius chose to do, he’d be fine with it. Even if it meant staring at him in this position for the remaining of the time, he’d be happy with it just the same.
Sirius chuckled, tilting his head. He reached somewhere off camera and returned with a bright pink cock-shaped vibrator and a big bottle of lube. Remus was focused on watching Sirius cover the thing in lube, before he realized he had his mouth slightly open. He was about to see Sirius shove that thing inside of himself and it wouldn’t be the first time he saw him do something like that, but this was the first time he was undisturbed by others while watching it happen. There were no annoying comments in the chat bubble, no impatient guys telling Sirius how much they wanted him to do the same thing with their cocks.
Remus felt his own cock swell up once again, he was up half-mast before Sirius even turned the vibrator on. When the low humming sound reached him, and Sirius spread his legs even wider, he unzipped himself and took his cock out, causing Sirius to smile. This made him remember the fact that this was also the first time Sirius would be watching him back, and it made him awfully conscious of himself.
“Don’t be shy now, Remus,” Sirius smiled, obviously noticing his nervousness. “Let me see you.”
Remus looked down at his cock and lifted his hips up, getting it closer to the camera.
“Touch yourself for me, Remus,” Sirius asked of him, and he didn’t need to say it twice, Remus immediately grabbing his cock and eagerly stroking it for the camera. For Sirius.
Sirius bit his bottom lip as he probed around his hole with the toy, just before pushing it in.
“You have a really nice cock,” he said, licking his lips.
“T-thanks,” Remus looked down at his completely average and by no means outstanding dick. “So do you. But you know that, obviously.”
Sirius laughed, throwing his head back a little. “I wish this was you instead of the vibrator,” Sirius said, pushing the head of the toy inside of himself, the thing sliding in with ease.
Remus had the same wish as well, but he’d had to do with just watching and touching himself instead. He quickened his pace, every scene of Sirius getting that thing deeper inside of himself making him more and more desperate.
“Fuck,” he gritted out through his teeth, his cock hurting from the friction. He should have used some lube as well, but he currently didn’t have any time to stop and look for it.
“Ah, Remus!” Sirius whined his name out, the lusty whimper going straight to Remus cock, making it twitch in desperation. Every time he heard his name out of Sirius’ mouth made him feel special, but when it came out like this, while he was getting that thing inside of himself, it made him want to fly through the screen and fuck Sirius senseless instead of watching that plastic thing that was doing that job instead of him.
He started pumping himself more frantically, feeling the precum drip as he smeared it all over his shaft, making the slide of his hand easier and slightly less irritating.
“It’s all the way in,” Sirius explained, leaning back on the bed just a little, his eyes fixed on the screen the whole time. He was watching Remus carefully, his lips constantly curved up in a smile. “I’ll imagine this is you, fucking me with that big, fat cock of yours.” He said as he pulled the toy out just a little, before shoving it back in.
Remus knew this was what he had to say when doing this, making the person watching him feel special and convincing them he really meant these things that he said, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good – hearing those words come out of Sirius’ mouth was what got him over the edge, making him spill himself into his hand once again.
“Fuck, yeah!” Sirius celebrated, at no point stopping his activities. “That’s it! Come for me, Remus!”
Remus knew that the guttural sounds that came out of him were anything but sexy, but he couldn’t really help himself, as he felt his whole world turning upside down when that sweet feeling of completion washed over him. He closed his eyes, imagining he was filling Sirius up with his cum, getting him full of it, but having his eyes closed felt like a waste of time, like he was missing out on something beautiful. He needed to get the most of this and watch Sirius at all times.
“Ah, Sirius…” he looked up at his screen, the man rocking his hips back and forth, his hole getting stretched by the pink toy, as he observed Remus intensely the whole time. He wanted to apologize for coming so soon, but he couldn’t find any words, his voice suddenly lost.
“That’s right, eyes on me…” Sirius encouraged him.
“Turn around,” the words suddenly left Remus on their own. “I want to see it better.”
Sirius chuckled, endeared by the unexpected demand. Without hesitation, he turned around on the bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees, his hole on perfect display. He watched the screen over his shoulder, a slight smirk visible on his face, despite most of it being hidden behind his shoulder.
“You like what you see, Remus?” He asked as he pulled on the vibrator, almost taking it out, leaving only its tip inside of himself.
“Yeah,” Remus panted out, his eyes focused on the screen and the amazing scene of Sirius fucking himself just for him. He felt his cock getting stiff again, his hand automatically sliding down and grabbing it.
“Look how you’re fucking me, Remus,” Sirius narrated as he pushed the vibrator back in, before pulling it back again, offering a perfect view of it to the camera. “How thoroughly you’re giving it to me.”
Remus watched the scene, his pupils dilated, and his breath hitched, stroking himself almost desperately, imagining it was his cock sliding in and out of Sirius instead of that damned toy, imagining the tight hole stretching itself around him, instead of the palm of his own hand trying to mimic the sensation.
“Fuck, Sirius!” He groaned out, feeling his balls tightening, knowing Sirius was close to drawing another orgasm out of him in a matter of just minutes.
“Come for me, Remus!” Sirius urged him on, rocking his hips back and forth, making the bedsprings squeak underneath him.
“You’re so good, Sirius!” Remus grunted out, leaning forward, imagining he was buried inside of him, pounding into him relentlessly. “So good and tight!”
“I wish you could come inside of me,” Sirius moaned out, pushing his arse up and arching his back, shoving the vibrator in one final time, before leaving it there as his body spasmed, reaching his peak and spilling himself all over the sheets.
Seeing all that, Remus was brought over the edge, imagining he was filling Sirius up with his cum instead of coming into his fist once again. He listened to Sirius’ soothing voice, telling him how good he was, and how much he wished he was able to feel him close. Remus didn’t close his eyes this time, his gaze fixed on the screen as Sirius yanked the vibrator out and displayed his tortured hole, now left empty and gaping, desperately twitching from the sudden loss.
“Fuck, look at that thing,” Remus gasped out, mesmerized by the sight before him. He wanted to feel it under his fingers, imagining it was leaking his cum, which he’d try to push back inside of Sirius, plugging him up with his fingers…
Sirius laughed, like he could read Remus’ mind, staying in the same position for a little while, before he turned back around, laying on his back once again, utterly spent and panting, his legs spread out wide, still not denying Remus a perfect view.
“You were amazing,” Remus said, finding a bit difficult to process that Sirius Black was just his to watch.
“So were you, Remus,” Sirius laughed. “I’m glad I chose you for this.”
Remus looked at him weirdly, tilting his head into his webcam, blinking a few times in disbelief. “I thought the system was the one that picked me.”
Sirius laughed, throwing his head back in delight. “What system?!” He asked, shaking his head. “Nah… I always wondered who was the mysterious Mr. Moony. You were there from the very start, but never said a single word. I just wanted to make sure you were real and not some kind of a bot.”
“A bot?!” Remus squeaked out.
“You never know,” Sirius shrugged. “But you sure proved me wrong.”
Remus blushed, not sure if he should be freaked out or flattered that he was handpicked by Sirius for this.
“If only you lived closer, maybe we could arrange a live session or something—”
“I’m in London,” Remus blurted out, cutting Sirius off mid-sentence. Sirius has mentioned his location before, so it was not weird for him to know that.
“Oh?!” Sirius was genuinely surprised by this, judging by the way he sat up straight. “I thought you were in Wales. I mean, your accent kind of gives it away.”
“I’m Welsh,” Remus nodded. “But I’ve been living here in the city for a couple of years now.”
“Well, that’s… good to know,” Sirius smiled, looking like he was thinking about something. “You know,” he started, looking straight at the camera. “My friend James just got himself a girlfriend, and she’s not too keen on him participating in these streams with me.”
Sirius mentioned James again, the one with a stag mask, lucky bastard who got to fuck Sirius raw in front of the camera.
“You wouldn’t have to show your face, if that’s not something you’d be comfortable with.”
Remus felt his cheeks reddening. He immediately thought of the wolf mask he had stored in his closet, the one he was planning to wear for this year’s Halloween party he was invited to.
“You’d have to get yourself tested, of course,” Sirius went on, explaining how it would go, like it was a simple walk in the park.
“Of course,” Remus nodded.
“And I’d share the profits with you, don’t worry.”
Remus wasn’t even thinking about that part, as he’d pretty much do it for free. Getting to fuck Sirius and being paid for it seemed like a perfect combination of getting his dreams come true and earning some much-needed money. Maybe, if he wasn’t as poor anymore, he’d actually have a real chance with Sirius.
He shook his head, trying not to get too ahead of himself.
“I’ll send you my number and we can discuss it some more,” Sirius started typing something into his keyboard, before Remus’ laptop pinged with a message, receiving Sirius’ private contact info.
He started at the screen in disbelief.
“Fuck, the system is alerting me that our time is already up,” Sirius frowned, looking sincerely sorry for their time coming to an end.
“I’ll send you a message,” Remus said enthusiastically, reaching for his phone and putting Sirius’ contact in, checking it twice just to make sure he got it right.
“Great!” Sirius smiled. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you, Remus!”
“Yeah! Me too,” Remus grinned, clutching his phone in his hands, knowing he probably looked like a proper melt, but he just couldn’t help himself. He finally had Sirius’ personal phone number, and he wouldn’t have to just watch him from the distance, without uttering a single word.
“See you later, I guess!” Sirius waved at the camera.
“See you!” Remus waved back and threw himself into his mattress once the screen went dark. He looked at his phone, wondering if he’d come across as too desperate if he sent a message right away.
He disregarded all sense of shame and started typing out a message.
Hi! This is Remus <3