mooningremus

John

The full moon wasn't until the next night, but Remus was already feeling edgy. Mostly he wanted to eat a rare steak and go home and fuck Willy. Except Willy... hadn't been home, even though he'd told Remus he would be. And Remus had baked a pie in anticipation. He'd texted, asking when he'd be home. And he got a response, hours later: probably not home tonight. And then he'd thought... where he probably was... which was with someone else...

Remus left the pie on the counter, put on the new scarf and coat he'd gotten for Christmas, and walked down the street to the nearest bar.

He ordered a rare steak and ate it quickly, and then just sat at the bar sipping bottom shelf whiskey.

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Remus moaned into the kiss, his faux pas forgotten. He slid one hand into John's hair and gripped hard as they kissed. And as their bodies pressed closer together he also rolled his hips, rutting against him as his growing erection sought friction.

John's hand found Remus's fly and tore at it to get it open. He certainly had come to the right place. Remus might have not gotten it, but now that he did? John was all in for the ride.

Remus was well aware that he was quite different in bed depending on the phase of the moon, so he was glad that John seemed to be in to this.

He didn't stop John from opening his fly, breathing out a moan when his cock was exposed.

John immediately dropped to his knees. No need to pretend this was a romance. He closed his mouth around him and took him deep, moaning around the mouthful.

"Merlin's beard," groaned Remus after an initial gasp of surprise. He looked down at John with wide eyes, and then slid his fingers gently into his hair.

John moaned louder with the fingers in his hair. He massaged Remus's balls and pulled the root of his cock eagerly. John clearly had either incredible natural talent or a monumental amount of experience.

Remus moaned and reached out to grip the kitchen counter, afraid for a moment his knees might buckle. "John..." he sighed, and tightened his fingers a little in his hair.

John pulled away and looked up.

"Want me to stop, love? Would you rather fuck me hard?"

Remus felt his mouth go dry. Not only the request, but...

He wasn't thick, he knew what "love" meant in this context, but hearing it still made his heart flutter.

"Oh yes," he said, and pulled John up by his hair.

John got to his feet and immediately began to struggle out of his clothes. Shirt off, he was covered in occult symbols that he was unashamed of.

"Where?"

"Here," growled Remus and pushed him up against the wall next to the counter.

Being here was one thing, but sex with someone else in the bed he shared with Willy was another.

"Wear a rubber, mate," he rasped. "In my coat pocket if you need one."

He nodded sharply to the clothes on the floor.

"Of course," said Remus quickly, and fetched it while at the same time flicking his wand to send a bottle of lubricant floating to him.

Jesus, he needed this. He hadn't been looking to get laid, but it was definitely a good thing. John took himself in hand as he waited.

Remus took a moment to appreciate John's naked body before moving closer to him. He kissed the back of his neck as he cupped his ass gently with one hand and then squeezed.

John reached back to grab his hip and canted his ass back

"Need it," he groaned wantonly.

Remus slicked his fingers and slid one inside him as he pressed close and inhaled against his neck. "You smell better than the steak."

John burst out with a sharp bark of a laugh.

"That's the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten," he gaped as the man's fingers hit just the right spot.

Remus considered this for a moment as he stretched him deliberately with his fingers. "Also you have a lovely ass and I like the sounds you make."

John was reduced to making those sounds and little else. He gripped his cock, aching for more.

"Please," he managed.

Remus hadn't even considered how good it would feel to be wanted like this. And the wolf... it just wanted to take.

He quickly got out of his clothes and slid on the condom, then without further hesitation, gripped John's shoulder hard and pushed inside him.

John gritted his teeth and breathed out as Remus filled him. It took him a second, then he reached back to grasp at him and he arched his head back to try to kiss him.

Remus caught his lips and kissed him hungrily as he fucked him. God it felt good, just what he needed...

It took him a minute to find the coordination, but then he had his cock in hand, pulling swiftly.

"Fuck, yes. Hard, love. Take it," he panted, chasing his own pleasure.

When the kiss broke, Remus bent his head and bit John's shoulder. Hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark.

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