John

[mooningremus]

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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[mooningremus]

Remus blinked at him. "Did... you think I was lying about the pie?"

[petty_dabbler]

"I thought you were asking me over to suck your cock," he replied.

[mooningremus]

Remus looked genuinely shocked, jaw dropping, and cheeks going slightly pink.

"But... you came."

[petty_dabbler]

"Not yet, I haven't," he smirked.

[mooningremus]

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and smiled a little, despite himself. "I uh. It didn't occur to me that you'd - I mean. Do you?"

Just the possibility brought the wolf alive inside him.

[petty_dabbler]

"I wouldn't have joined you if I didn't want to," he said.

Then he cast a glance at the pie.

"It does look nice, though."

[mooningremus]

"Well, I did promise you..." Remus was still taken aback. "Pie first?"

He ignored a pang of guilt, for even considering it. Why should he feel guilty?

[petty_dabbler]

"Desert comes after the meal," he replied and moved in close and laid his hand on Remus's waist. He smelled of cigarettes and sulfur, but there was the scent of his soap and shampoo as well.

[mooningremus]

Remus felt incredibly conflicted. There were so many things swimming around in his head. Was this a betrayal to Willy? (The answer should be no.) Why did John want him? (He hoped it wasn't just to fuck with Willy.) Did he want to be with someone else? (It did feel so nice to be wanted...)

But then. Then there was the instinct slamming into him. Because the full moon was tomorrow and he'd been wanting to fuck something all day.

He decided not to think. He leaned in and kissed him... a gentle kiss... that almost immediately became a hard crush of their mouths as that instinct took over.

[petty_dabbler]

So that's how it is, John thought. He was all for it. He returned the kiss with passion, sliding his hands around to Remus's ass to haul him tight against him and tasted every inch of his mouth.

[mooningremus]

He wants me, thought Remus, slightly dazed by that.

It was a good kiss, hard and passionate, and exactly what Remus wanted. It was, truth be told, better than kissing Willy until recently when Willy had gotten his heart back. At which point... okay, no, no thinking about Willy.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Remus pulled John's lower lip between his teeth - then tasted a hint of blood, and quickly pulled away, horrified with himself. "I - I'm sorry, it's very close to the full moon and I can get a bit carried away..."

[petty_dabbler]

"Spicy," was all he said, a little smirk bending his mouth as his tongue rolled along his lip to taste. He hesitated a beat, then reached up to catch Remus's face and he lunged in to kiss him hard.

[mooningremus]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[mooningremus]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[mooningremus]

"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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[mooningremus]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

John pulled away and looked up.

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

[mooningremus]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

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?"

[mooningremus]

"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.

[petty_dabbler]

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

He nodded sharply to the clothes on the floor.

[mooningremus]

"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.