mooningremus | Willy (Christmas)

Willy (Christmas)

Even though it had been a bit of a mixed bag for him over his life, Remus had always liked Christmas. When he was growing up dirty poor, his parents made an effort to do something special, no matter how small. And when he was at Hogwarts he'd spent some eChristmases with James Potter's family, which was just... amazing. And even during the war, one year the Order had had such a lovely time drinking eggnog and exchanging silly little gifts, a moment of levity during all of it.

He'd mentioned this to Willy, but didn't expect that the fae was the sort to celebrate Christmas. Still, he'd gotten him a present, something awfully small, and also gotten ingredients to make a sweet mince pie.

He'd gone to bed early the night before, and Willy had still been out (which wasn't unusual) so it was nice to wake the next morning and find Willy in the bed with him. He snuggled up against him.

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Willy cried out, loud and shameless, and thrust into Remus's mouth deep as he came. It was fast and filthy and he was left laying in the floor, a spent mess.

Remus swallowed him down, carefully licking away the excess and then climbing back on top of Willy. He leaned over him to kiss him deeply.

Willy moaned into the kiss. Holding onto Remus, he delighted in the weight of the man crushing him into the floor.

Remus broke the kiss and then whispered against his mouth. "That was just the appetizer."

"Promises, promises," he purred, pulling Remus in to kiss him again.

Remus sighed into the kiss, and rolled his hips against Willy's body. "Is there anything you're craving that I should make sure is on the menu?"

"All the sweets," he said as he caressed him tenderly. All of them."

Remus wasn't entirely sure how to interpret that in a literal sense, but the words were like music. He just let himself enjoy for a moment how Willy was touching him.

"More," he whispered against his lips, and then, "Turn over."

He smiled, then twisted himself round until he was lying face down. Willy curled his arms beneath his head and looked over his shoulder at Remus.

"Better?" he asked.

"Mmmmhmmm," Remus hummed, and started kissing his way from his ears, to his shoulders, down his back... and then spread his cheeks slightly and lathed his tongue between them.

Willy gripped the blanket tight in both fists and groaned, deep and satisfied.

"Remus, I want you," he gasped, aching for more with every pass of his tongue.

Remus lifted his head briefly, and squeezed Willy's ass with both hands. "I want you too, Willy. I want all of you..." And he bent his head again, beginning to lick Willy open.

All of him. The one thing he couldn't give. Wouldn't give. But he could give Remus everything possible.

"Please," he breathed.

Remus kept going, and after a while groped for his wand so that he could levitate the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. A moment later he slid a slick finger inside him. "God, you always feel so good, Willy..."

"Oh, fucking fuck," he groaned, writhing a little to encourage Remus to do more. "Please, Remus. Please, baby..."

That 'baby' went straight to Remus' cock. He slid in another finger, stretching him. And leaned over him, whispered against his ear, "Call me that again."

Willy twisted his head back to see him, smiled darly, and wet those lips.

"Fuck me, baby. You know it's yours."

For now. For now it could be Remus's.

Oh god, that look. Remus made a sound of pleasure and kissed him hard as he pulled away from Willy so that he could remove his pants. "Back onto your back... I want to see you."

He was quick to comply, twisting himself around rather than actually rolling. He spread his legs and drew up his knees, putting himself on shameless display.

"Have me."

Remus didn't think it was shameless; he thought it was beautiful. Remus moved to settle on top of him, and kissed him gently, adoringly. The kiss deepening as he lined up his cock and carefully pushed inside him.

Willy was holding Remus's shoulders and dug his nails in as he filled him.

"Ohh, fuck," he groaned. "Baby, please..."

"Willy..." whispered Remus against his ear, the name turning into a moan. He began to thrust, slow at first, but deep. As far inside him as he could be.

Willy lifted his head and bit into the meat of Remus's shoulder. The slide was perfect. He knew Remus loved him, but feeling him so intimately with the scent of him in his nose, Willy felt a sharp, sweet sting of regret.

Remus loved him so much, and Willy knew he took advantage. He did care deeply for his little mouse, but he knew he could never give Remus the same.

"Remus," he gasped, emotion choking the name in his throat.

Remus knew that there was emotion in his name, but he didn't know what that emotion was. Still... he was happy simply to make Willy feel.

He began to thrust faster, punctuating the slide of his cock with kisses and moans.

Willy reached out with his magic. It called to Remus, urging him on with shivers of pleasure sparkling beneath his skin.

"Please, baby...baby, please," he exhaled, the tune in his head not coming out with the words.

Without the song, he was just begging.

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