mooningremus

Aaron

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"I want you too," Remus whispered against his lips as the kiss broke, and tugged Aaron's shirt off.

Then he leaned in and kissed his bare shoulder. He was nervous, and shy in talking about these things, but he also thought that getting it out there would alleviate some of the awkwardness.

"I thought, maybe you'd want to be... on top," Remus said softly. "I mean, since you've um, kind of already..."

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Aaron smiled and nodded. Once Remus was lying down he began kissing him. Well, he knew how to do that, at least and it might make this a little less awkward. He kissed his mouth, his neck, then down, tentatively, to a nipple (he kinda liked that himself, so he ventured Remus might too). He didn't linger too long and kissed his chest.

The lube in his hand warmed with the heat he emanated. He guessed that would make it more comfortable.

Remus made little sounds of approval at everything Aaron was doing, and Remus was touching him too, running hiis hands up his chest, along his arms, in his hair. He didn't want to be passive.

Aaron had some reservations about the lube and what he was supposed to do, but he did know that he was rather loving the sounds Remus was making and he wanted more of that. So, he would try to make it feel really good.

He was enjoying it too, to have his hands touching him. God, it felt quite delightful.

He pulled away after a while, and watched him. Then he took the lid of the tube. "Part your legs?" he asked, a little hesitant and licked his lips.

Remus did, letting his legs fall apart.

Blushing a little, he said, "I've... put my fingers inside myself before. Just to, to see what it felt like. I promise I'll tell you if anything doesn't feel good."

He hoped it wasn't awkward to talk about things he'd done with himself, but the truth was, in the day or two leading up to the full moon Remus would go mad if he wasn't masturbating.

Aaron was actually quite glad for it. And also... it made him curious about what it might feel like. And he thought it might have been beneficial if he too knew what of felt like.

He applied some on his finger. (His frame of reference - the wetness of a girl - passed his mind and it really wasn't something he was keen on thinking about.)

Carefully, he pressed the finger against Remus' entrance and rubbed, hopingbto smooth the way. "Talk me through it?" he asked. "Let me know what you want me to do, okay?"

"This is good," Remus assured him. "Just... not too fast. One finger at a time. And keep kissing me."

Glad for the directions, Aaron smiled and kissed him. And it felt pretty good to touch him like this. Carefully, he pressed inside with one finger, feeling the muscles resist as he did. He didn't move then, giving Remus some time to adjust to the sensation. The whole thing was making him achingly hard.

Remus made a little hum of pleasure. It was strange how something could be so exciting and scary at the same time. “Good, yes, more,” he eventually murmured.

It felt so good to feel Remus react to his touch. He was still worried, but he was doing a really good job calming him down a bit. At least he wasn't shy to talk (which he might have been, had their positions been changed). "More? Another...?"

Remus bit his lip and nodded. He was shy, but he wanted to do everything he could to make this work, for both of them, and he really didn't want Aaron to worry he was hurting him.

"Yes... yes, I think another would be fine, and try... crooking your fingers in different places." Remus had absolutely no idea where the prostate was, or what that might feel like, but he'd done a lot of reading about sex.

Aaron kissed him again. Sure, he was anxious that he might hurt him, but he was more eager to make him feel really good. He pulled away and applied some more lube - just to be sure. Then he went back and pushed inside carefully, slowly, paying close attention to any indication that this might not be okay. And then, when things seemed to be okay, he moved them a little, parting them a little to stretch a little more, and crooking them in different places.

It was good Remus wasn't touching him, or he might have come right now.

Remus' breathing was getting a bit labored. "Oh," he sudddnly gasped. "Oh... yes, that felt good, do that again..."

As this became a little smoother and a little easier, Aaron got a little more enthusiastic. He crooked his fingers again, the same spot. Then he tried different angles, different spots... Anything that caused Remus' that lovely look on his face. He also moved his fingers around each other, trying to open him up a little more. Paving the way, as it were. He wasn't one to blow his own horn, but he wasn't exactly small in that department.

Remus kissed him again, and moaned into the kiss. "I want you," he gasped when it broke. God, he was so, so hard. "I want this. You, inside me."

"Like this?" Aaron asked. "On your back? I mean, I'd love to see your face, so if you think it'll be okay..." It was scary, but God did he want this too.

Remus nodded, breathing hard. "Yes, like this. It'll be okay, Aaron... I want you. Please."

Aaron nodded and carefully removed his fingers. He kissed Remus again. "I've never been... this turned on," he admitted as he shifted on the bed.

He placed himself between Remus' legs. The angle was a bit... difficult, so he grabbed a pillow and put it under Remus' hips, pushing up his arse a little. "Sorry about that..." he said.

He kissed him again, but then had to sit up so he could get in position. He pushed against him, holding himself to steer. Oh, God. And then, slowly, pushed inside.

Remus sucked in a breath. It hurt a little, but he really, really didn't want him to stop.

"Keep going," he said breathlessly, and slipped his arms around Aaron's neck.

Aaron kept going. It was tight - wonderfully, amazingly tight. There was so much friction Aaron was afraid he might come instantly. "Fuck," he breathed. A rare curse. "God, you feel... so good." He kissed him, hungrily.

Remus kissed him back with a soft moan. And then realized that Aaron was fully inside him now, buried to the hilt. God, he felt so full, and it was a confusing mixture of pleasure and a bit of pain, but he knew he liked it.

"You're inside me," he whispered, almost in disbelief. "You should... move. Go slow, but... I want... fuck me, Aaron." His cheeks went a little pink again.

Aaron wanted nothing more than that. He went slow (he had to go slow or he'd come), and felt so much. Pulling out, slowly, pushing back in, slowly. "God, you're..." he breathed. He looked at him, sweaty and a little pink on the cheeks, but with eyes full of desire. "You're beautiful."

"Oh my god, Aaron, so are you," Remus breathed. "This feels... right. Keep going... it's good, do what feels good."

Aaron moved a little bit quicker then. Not too much, just... a little. "Tell me if I need to slow down," he said. He leaned on one arm then, and used his free hand to take a hold of Remus.

The new angle did something, too. "Oh god," Remus gasped. "Oh god yes, keep doing exactly that..."

He's going to be sore, Aaron thought, but the new angle did something for him too, and he would be hard pressed to stop now. He could feel Remus' body contract, he could feel hitting something, at the very back. He pushed again, maybe a little harder, but it was hard to stop himself.

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