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THE MOONYBELLY
Title: The MoonyBelly
Author:franticbabbles
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1747.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Damn, I wish this was canon.
Author's Notes: This was written forraelala, sheafrotherdon, and starstillwonder, my Fictional Lesbian Writers-in-Arms (and Boobies).
Warnings: Belly fetish.
Oh, man, do I love Moonybelly.
There were certain things Sirius Black had learned his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, things that would stand him in good stead for the rest of his life.
He learned how to defend himself against a jelly-legs hex.
He learned that patience and humility could yield wonderful things.
He learned how to achieve something through his own hard work rather than his charm.
And he learned how to make Remus Lupin have an orgasm without going anywhere near his cock.
That last bit, he would often think while polishing his nails humbly on his robes, he had a particular knack for.
It was just, he thought one evening in an attempt to analyze what was so wonderful about touching Remus, that Moony was so soft. It made no sense; Moony was alarmingly bony. But there was something infinitely touchable about him. Like velvet, or something; a fabric that begged to be stroked. Sirius could happily have spent hours rubbing the sides of his face against Moony’s hair if he had time and it didn’t create so much static. It was more than the softness, though; his desire to touch stretched back far before they had ever become quite so physically intimate.
The curve of his neck was Sirius’s shelter from the world and always had been; their First Year Remus had quickly become the person Sirius went to with all his troubles, able to give precisely the amount of comfort and petting he needed without trying to fix everything like James sometimes did. When he was restless and the top of his head felt like it was going to blow right off because his mind wouldn’t stop racing, all of a sudden Moony’s hand would be there, gentle on his shoulder, and he would be calm. Best of all, when he was still awake at three in the morning, worrying over things that would have bothered nobody but Sirius Black, he had always been able to sneak over to Remus’s bed.
“Moony,” he would whisper, feeling ridiculous, and Remus would murmur something unintelligible and pull back the covers so Sirius could crawl in and tuck himself into Remus’s warmth and his softness and his Moonyness.
“W’s matter?” Remus would ask sleepily but intently, and no matter how stupid his strange, nameless fears were, Remus never teased or got angry or made him feel like an idiot. He always rubbed the same spot on Sirius's back- the dip just above his waist-band- and it must have had some magical soothing properties because in an instant he would feel like someone had replaced his bones with warm liquid. It always felt so good.
“Am I like them, Moony?” was his most frequent question.
“No. Not like them, ever,” Remus would whisper, fiercely, and Sirius would bury his face in Remus’s neck until his brain could rest.
Of course, now he didn’t always have to go back to his own bed, and he usually had better reasons to sneak into Moony’s. As well, as he grew older he realized that while Moony’s neck was wonderful (and oh, it was, in so many ways), it had been supplanted as his favourite spot on Moony’s body. Not his arse or his cock, no- he loved both of those parts, but neither of them inspired quite the depth of feeling this other body part did. Not that wonderful bit of skin on the backs of his thighs, just below his arse- although sometimes when he traced his tongue along there Moony would actually keen, which was wonderful and interesting. But that spot wasn’t it and none of the other spots he loved were it, because they weren’t Moony’s belly.
Oh, Moony’s belly.
Long before he’d been allowed to put his hands on it whenever he wanted, far before he’d even realized that he did want to put his hands on it, he had always found reasons to touch him there. Stuffing frozen fingers under Moony’s jumper after a snowball fight (he still did that, as often as possible); yanking his shirt up to give him a raspberry if he was being too stuffy and calm (he still did that too, actually); tickling him until he was laughing so hard he wasn’t making any noise (and he still did that as well- he was a firm believer that one was only young once, but one could remain immature forever). Any excuse to feel the soft, secret skin there, to make Moony shiver or laugh or, on a few occasions, scream like a girl.
Tonight, he could tell, was going to be a belly night. It had been four days since he was last able to sneak behind Moony’s bed-curtains, due to incessant preparations for their final tests, and he was going completely bonkers. He thought Moony might be too, because once in a while in class he saw Moony’s eyes become a little vague and dazed. Sometimes he would suddenly give Sirius a lazy, half-lidded glance that made him bite his lip and look down at his lap, his cheeks hot. In retaliation, during breakfast Sirius ran his fingers lightly along the inside of Moony’s arm under the table, all the way up to the inner curve of his elbow, and smirked as Remus sputtered in the middle of telling James that it wouldn’t be that hard to get Firewhisky into the Prefects’ bathroom if they had the cloak and posted a look-out.
“All right, Moony?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow, because Remus had shuddered from head to toe.
“F…fine,” Remus replied, breathlessly, and Sirius didn’t touch him again until that night.
“You’re a rotten bastard sometimes, y’know that?” Remus told him when he was sitting at the foot of his bed after James and Peter had gone to sleep.
“’S worth it though, Moony, to see the way you get all…” he crawled slowly up the bed, licking his lips. “…hot…and…bothered…”
On the last syllable he stopped bare centimeters before his mouth would have touched Remus’s neck, and Remus’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he shifted his hips. “Do not,” he whispered shakily.
“Do too,” Sirius whispered back, and leaned down to bite Remus’s lip just where his own teeth had been, nipping at him until he saw that Remus was aroused enough that he was starting to squirm around on the bed. He fucking loved this, stripping down every last bit of control Moony had, and the most wonderful part was that it was so easy. He traced his tongue hotly down toward Remus’s nipples. Once, not that long ago, he had made Remus come just by sucking on them- that was a night he wasn’t likely to forget soon. Tonight, though, it was all about Moony’s belly, so he only lapped at them teasingly until they were hard as pebbles and Moony’s hand began to creep downward.
He let Moony’s fingertips almost reach his cock before he grabbed him by the wrist and shook his head, still slowly running the tip of his tongue over his nipples, occasionally lightly tugging them between his teeth. His voice hitching, Remus moaned, “Oh- God…Sirius…I can’t…”
“Course you can,” he murmured, capturing Remus’s other wrist with his right hand and pinning them down at his sides on the bed, holding him down tight so there was no way he could move.
That was it- Remus broke. Somehow the act of being physically restrained always made Remus lose control, which fascinated Sirius. This was the best part of the whole thing- next to seeing him come, of course, nothing could top that. His hips bucked into the air and he was actually sobbing, his head thrown back sharply. Anything Sirius did to him right now was going to push him closer and closer and closer- he was at the point of no return. Happily, he settled in to begin playing with Remus’s stomach, slowly rubbing his own erection against Remus’s thigh as he did so.
What to do first? He contemplated it while puffing slow breaths to stir the fine, downy hairs on Remus’s belly. For a moment or two he contented himself with watching goose-bumps race over the pale skin. Finally he stuck his tongue out and tasted that spot that smelled like everything wonderful, like grass and fires and sex and Moony, and Remus moaned brokenly. Oh, he was so close- he was at that point where he couldn’t control how much noise he made anymore. Sirius loved that point, seeing his dignified Remus try to catch his breath in between cries as he struggled to get free of Sirius's hands. He licked one more time, and looked down at Remus’s pyjama bottoms. Where the tip of his erection pressed against the fabric, it was so wet it was glistening. So. Close.
Swiftly he began to press hard, long kisses against Moony’s stomach, some of them open-mouthed, some tight and hot and sucking, some a series of rough nibbling. At each one, Moony arched harder and harder and his voice rose with every, “Ah. AH. AH!” Sirius kissed faster and harder, and began to go lower, sucking on the skin beside his hip-bone until a love-bite remained; lower, to the edge of his pyjamas, and finally to that delicious, sensitive skin just above where the hair started, and he bit, not enough to really hurt but enough to make him shout and writhe and God he was so close-
Moony’s hips slowed as his body stretched and bowed tightly, his muscles quivering. “Oh my God,” he whimpered, and suddenly his hips were pistoning wildly and his face, oh- Sirius loved to watch it; Remus was so beautiful when he was in complete ecstasy, all wet and flushed and hot and moaning. The sight of him so entirely out of control pushed Sirius over the edge too and he slammed his hips against Remus’s thigh over and over and over, coming until he was shaking and weak with his head resting on Remus's heaving chest.
It was perhaps ten minutes or so before he could lift his head, grinning in satisfaction because he knew what Moony was about to say. He was always so embarrassed when this happened- guilty and blushing and unable to meet Sirius's eyes.
“Why d’you always make me do that?” he asked, his embarrassment making him a little sulky.
“I like it,” Sirius said with a sly smile, nuzzling into the smooth stomach he loved so much, the surface of which was covered in purple-red marks that were definitely going to need to be kissed and made better and mmm, Moony was simply going to have to get used to going round shirtless. “It makes me so…I can’t explain it, Moony. I just. It’s like how you love it when I beg for it.”
Remus’s face went crimson. “I…” he tried to protest, but eventually closed his mouth with a click when he couldn’t think of one. He gave Remus a knowing smirk.
“Now ssh, Moony,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against Moony’s belly. “I have business to attend to.”
Soundtrack: "My Love is Like Wo", Mya.
Title: The MoonyBelly
Author:
franticbabblesPairings: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1747.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Damn, I wish this was canon.
Author's Notes: This was written for
raelala, sheafrotherdon, and starstillwonder, my Fictional Lesbian Writers-in-Arms (and Boobies).Warnings: Belly fetish.
Oh, man, do I love Moonybelly.
There were certain things Sirius Black had learned his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, things that would stand him in good stead for the rest of his life.
He learned how to defend himself against a jelly-legs hex.
He learned that patience and humility could yield wonderful things.
He learned how to achieve something through his own hard work rather than his charm.
And he learned how to make Remus Lupin have an orgasm without going anywhere near his cock.
That last bit, he would often think while polishing his nails humbly on his robes, he had a particular knack for.
It was just, he thought one evening in an attempt to analyze what was so wonderful about touching Remus, that Moony was so soft. It made no sense; Moony was alarmingly bony. But there was something infinitely touchable about him. Like velvet, or something; a fabric that begged to be stroked. Sirius could happily have spent hours rubbing the sides of his face against Moony’s hair if he had time and it didn’t create so much static. It was more than the softness, though; his desire to touch stretched back far before they had ever become quite so physically intimate.
The curve of his neck was Sirius’s shelter from the world and always had been; their First Year Remus had quickly become the person Sirius went to with all his troubles, able to give precisely the amount of comfort and petting he needed without trying to fix everything like James sometimes did. When he was restless and the top of his head felt like it was going to blow right off because his mind wouldn’t stop racing, all of a sudden Moony’s hand would be there, gentle on his shoulder, and he would be calm. Best of all, when he was still awake at three in the morning, worrying over things that would have bothered nobody but Sirius Black, he had always been able to sneak over to Remus’s bed.
“Moony,” he would whisper, feeling ridiculous, and Remus would murmur something unintelligible and pull back the covers so Sirius could crawl in and tuck himself into Remus’s warmth and his softness and his Moonyness.
“W’s matter?” Remus would ask sleepily but intently, and no matter how stupid his strange, nameless fears were, Remus never teased or got angry or made him feel like an idiot. He always rubbed the same spot on Sirius's back- the dip just above his waist-band- and it must have had some magical soothing properties because in an instant he would feel like someone had replaced his bones with warm liquid. It always felt so good.
“Am I like them, Moony?” was his most frequent question.
“No. Not like them, ever,” Remus would whisper, fiercely, and Sirius would bury his face in Remus’s neck until his brain could rest.
Of course, now he didn’t always have to go back to his own bed, and he usually had better reasons to sneak into Moony’s. As well, as he grew older he realized that while Moony’s neck was wonderful (and oh, it was, in so many ways), it had been supplanted as his favourite spot on Moony’s body. Not his arse or his cock, no- he loved both of those parts, but neither of them inspired quite the depth of feeling this other body part did. Not that wonderful bit of skin on the backs of his thighs, just below his arse- although sometimes when he traced his tongue along there Moony would actually keen, which was wonderful and interesting. But that spot wasn’t it and none of the other spots he loved were it, because they weren’t Moony’s belly.
Oh, Moony’s belly.
Long before he’d been allowed to put his hands on it whenever he wanted, far before he’d even realized that he did want to put his hands on it, he had always found reasons to touch him there. Stuffing frozen fingers under Moony’s jumper after a snowball fight (he still did that, as often as possible); yanking his shirt up to give him a raspberry if he was being too stuffy and calm (he still did that too, actually); tickling him until he was laughing so hard he wasn’t making any noise (and he still did that as well- he was a firm believer that one was only young once, but one could remain immature forever). Any excuse to feel the soft, secret skin there, to make Moony shiver or laugh or, on a few occasions, scream like a girl.
Tonight, he could tell, was going to be a belly night. It had been four days since he was last able to sneak behind Moony’s bed-curtains, due to incessant preparations for their final tests, and he was going completely bonkers. He thought Moony might be too, because once in a while in class he saw Moony’s eyes become a little vague and dazed. Sometimes he would suddenly give Sirius a lazy, half-lidded glance that made him bite his lip and look down at his lap, his cheeks hot. In retaliation, during breakfast Sirius ran his fingers lightly along the inside of Moony’s arm under the table, all the way up to the inner curve of his elbow, and smirked as Remus sputtered in the middle of telling James that it wouldn’t be that hard to get Firewhisky into the Prefects’ bathroom if they had the cloak and posted a look-out.
“All right, Moony?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow, because Remus had shuddered from head to toe.
“F…fine,” Remus replied, breathlessly, and Sirius didn’t touch him again until that night.
“You’re a rotten bastard sometimes, y’know that?” Remus told him when he was sitting at the foot of his bed after James and Peter had gone to sleep.
“’S worth it though, Moony, to see the way you get all…” he crawled slowly up the bed, licking his lips. “…hot…and…bothered…”
On the last syllable he stopped bare centimeters before his mouth would have touched Remus’s neck, and Remus’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he shifted his hips. “Do not,” he whispered shakily.
“Do too,” Sirius whispered back, and leaned down to bite Remus’s lip just where his own teeth had been, nipping at him until he saw that Remus was aroused enough that he was starting to squirm around on the bed. He fucking loved this, stripping down every last bit of control Moony had, and the most wonderful part was that it was so easy. He traced his tongue hotly down toward Remus’s nipples. Once, not that long ago, he had made Remus come just by sucking on them- that was a night he wasn’t likely to forget soon. Tonight, though, it was all about Moony’s belly, so he only lapped at them teasingly until they were hard as pebbles and Moony’s hand began to creep downward.
He let Moony’s fingertips almost reach his cock before he grabbed him by the wrist and shook his head, still slowly running the tip of his tongue over his nipples, occasionally lightly tugging them between his teeth. His voice hitching, Remus moaned, “Oh- God…Sirius…I can’t…”
“Course you can,” he murmured, capturing Remus’s other wrist with his right hand and pinning them down at his sides on the bed, holding him down tight so there was no way he could move.
That was it- Remus broke. Somehow the act of being physically restrained always made Remus lose control, which fascinated Sirius. This was the best part of the whole thing- next to seeing him come, of course, nothing could top that. His hips bucked into the air and he was actually sobbing, his head thrown back sharply. Anything Sirius did to him right now was going to push him closer and closer and closer- he was at the point of no return. Happily, he settled in to begin playing with Remus’s stomach, slowly rubbing his own erection against Remus’s thigh as he did so.
What to do first? He contemplated it while puffing slow breaths to stir the fine, downy hairs on Remus’s belly. For a moment or two he contented himself with watching goose-bumps race over the pale skin. Finally he stuck his tongue out and tasted that spot that smelled like everything wonderful, like grass and fires and sex and Moony, and Remus moaned brokenly. Oh, he was so close- he was at that point where he couldn’t control how much noise he made anymore. Sirius loved that point, seeing his dignified Remus try to catch his breath in between cries as he struggled to get free of Sirius's hands. He licked one more time, and looked down at Remus’s pyjama bottoms. Where the tip of his erection pressed against the fabric, it was so wet it was glistening. So. Close.
Swiftly he began to press hard, long kisses against Moony’s stomach, some of them open-mouthed, some tight and hot and sucking, some a series of rough nibbling. At each one, Moony arched harder and harder and his voice rose with every, “Ah. AH. AH!” Sirius kissed faster and harder, and began to go lower, sucking on the skin beside his hip-bone until a love-bite remained; lower, to the edge of his pyjamas, and finally to that delicious, sensitive skin just above where the hair started, and he bit, not enough to really hurt but enough to make him shout and writhe and God he was so close-
Moony’s hips slowed as his body stretched and bowed tightly, his muscles quivering. “Oh my God,” he whimpered, and suddenly his hips were pistoning wildly and his face, oh- Sirius loved to watch it; Remus was so beautiful when he was in complete ecstasy, all wet and flushed and hot and moaning. The sight of him so entirely out of control pushed Sirius over the edge too and he slammed his hips against Remus’s thigh over and over and over, coming until he was shaking and weak with his head resting on Remus's heaving chest.
It was perhaps ten minutes or so before he could lift his head, grinning in satisfaction because he knew what Moony was about to say. He was always so embarrassed when this happened- guilty and blushing and unable to meet Sirius's eyes.
“Why d’you always make me do that?” he asked, his embarrassment making him a little sulky.
“I like it,” Sirius said with a sly smile, nuzzling into the smooth stomach he loved so much, the surface of which was covered in purple-red marks that were definitely going to need to be kissed and made better and mmm, Moony was simply going to have to get used to going round shirtless. “It makes me so…I can’t explain it, Moony. I just. It’s like how you love it when I beg for it.”
Remus’s face went crimson. “I…” he tried to protest, but eventually closed his mouth with a click when he couldn’t think of one. He gave Remus a knowing smirk.
“Now ssh, Moony,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek against Moony’s belly. “I have business to attend to.”
Soundtrack: "My Love is Like Wo", Mya.
