Sirius shoved Remus against the wall the second the door slammed shut behind them. “Been watching you all night, wolf,” he growled, hands already yanking at Remus’s belt. “That tight little arse in those trousers—fuck, I’m done waiting.”
Remus’s breath hitched as Sirius dropped to his knees right there in the hallway of Grimmauld Place. Rough fingers dragged his zipper down and hauled his cock out, already half-hard and thickening fast. Sirius didn’t tease. He swallowed him down in one greedy motion, throat working, spit slicking the shaft until Remus’s head thunked back against the plaster.
“Shit—Sirius—” Remus’s fingers twisted in black hair, hips jerking forward. Sirius took it, gagging wetly but not pulling off, one hand cupping Remus’s balls while the other worked his own cock through his jeans.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom. Sirius stood, spun Remus around, and bent him over the nearest table. Drawers rattled as trousers were shoved down to mid-thigh. Cool air hit bare skin for half a second before Sirius spat into his palm and pressed two fingers straight into Remus’s hole.
“Fuck, you’re tight tonight,” Sirius muttered, pumping hard and fast, scissoring without mercy. “Gonna open you up for my cock. You want it raw, don’t you? Want me to wreck this werewolf arse.”
Remus groaned, pushing back onto the fingers. “Do it. Stop talking and fuck me.”
Sirius pulled his fingers out, spat again, and lined up. The blunt head of his cock pressed in, stretching, burning, sliding deep in one long thrust until his hips met Remus’s arse. Both of them swore. Sirius didn’t give him time to adjust—he started pounding, the table scraping across the floor with every brutal snap of his hips.
Skin slapped. Remus’s cock swung heavy and leaking beneath him. Sirius reached around and fisted it, jerking him in time with the thrusts. “That’s it, take it. Such a good slut for me under the moon. Gonna fill you up till you’re dripping.”
Remus came first, spilling over Sirius’s knuckles with a broken shout. His hole clenched tight, milking Sirius’s cock until Sirius buried himself to the root and unloaded with a guttural groan, pumping hot come deep inside.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on their skin. Sirius didn’t pull out right away. He rocked gently, pushing his come deeper, fingers tracing the bite mark he’d left on Remus’s shoulder earlier.
“Round two in the shower,” he said against Remus’s ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Remus laughed, low and wrecked. “Then you’d better hurry before the moon calls me again.”
Sirius grinned against his neck and started moving his hips once more.
