Remus Lupin (
mooningremus) wrote2020-12-24 07:10 pm
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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.
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 moaned into the kiss. Holding onto Remus, he delighted in the weight of the man crushing him into the floor.
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"Promises, promises," he purred, pulling Remus in to kiss him again.
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"All the sweets," he said as he caressed him tenderly. All of them."
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"More," he whispered against his lips, and then, "Turn over."
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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.
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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.
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All of him. The one thing he couldn't give. Wouldn't give. But he could give Remus everything possible.
"Please," he breathed.
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"Oh, fucking fuck," he groaned, writhing a little to encourage Remus to do more. "Please, Remus. Please, baby..."
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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.
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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."
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Willy was holding Remus's shoulders and dug his nails in as he filled him.
"Ohh, fuck," he groaned. "Baby, please..."
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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.
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He began to thrust faster, punctuating the slide of his cock with kisses and moans.
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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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As he continued thrusting with a slow, deliberate slide, he found Willy's cock between them, hard again now, and wrapped his arm around it.
And maybe he should resist the urge, but he couldn't. He found Willy's ears again with his lips and whispered, "Know that I love you."
Not 'I love you' which seemed to ask for a return. But know that I love you. Just know it, and know that it's okay if you don't love me back.
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A slow, horrible ache cut straight down the middle of him. Remus's grip was hardly a distraction. He knew. He knew Remus loved him, for whatever reason, and the burden of knowing was heavy.
Willy groaned in misery and clung to Remus, even hooking his ankle around him to keep him close.
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