mooningremus

Aaron

Things had been pretty bad for Remus before the whole world went to shit, so in some ways it wasn't objectively worse. The worst part of all of it though was that his wand had snapped in half, and since Hogsmeade had burned to the ground he had no idea how to get a new one.

Small mercies, however, he'd found a place to chain himself up during the full moons. An abandoned house - there were many of those - not far from the city, where he was squatting as well (his house had basically fallen to pieces) and had concrete walls that weren't going anywhere no matter how hard the wolf yanked.

He assumed the howling and screaming could be heard from anyone outside, but it wasn't as if that would be the most unusual thing. And he figured that, chained up, he couldn't hurt anyone even if they stumbled upon him.

So just before moonrise he stripped out of his clothes, neatly folded them, and put a silver cuff connected to a chain coming fro the wall, around his ankle.

And eventually, the wolf was shrieking its displeasure as it threw itself around the room.

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If it weren't so close to the full moon Remus might have been quite different, but as it was... the kiss grew more heated and Remus yanked at Aaron's shirt. "Do you want this?" he asked quietly, and stroked his face. "I find you... very... very appealing."

The yank to his shirt made him remember his scars and his he never allowed anyone to see them. But Remus was scarred as well, and all he could think of right now was "yes." This was it, this was what he'd been feeling when he thought of Remus. Desire. He'd never given into it, bug he was unable to deny it now. "I've been...thinking about you...about this."

That made Remus smile.

He carefully lifted and removed Aaron's shirt. He saw the scars, of course ,and he traced one with his fingers in acknowledgment, but said nothing about it. "How do you want me?" he asked quietly, almost soothingly. "I'm rather... not picky." Especially close to the full moon.

Aaron was too hot to think. He pulled off Remus shirt and got even more hot feeling their skin touch.

The question was impossible to answer. He didn't know what he wanted. He'd fantasised, sure. He'd come across saucy literature and the occasional nudity on the TV. But this was... he didn't know where to start. Best if Remus decided. "I just... want you."

"I want you too," said Remus. Aaron was very hot. And Remus was very lonely.

And if he was going to let Remus choose, then right now that meant letting the wolf choose.

Remus kissed him again, and slid a hand down his trousers, fingers wrapping around his cock.

Aaron gasped. No one had ever... but God it felt good. Nervous too, but...not hesitant. The longer it went on, the hotter he became and the more he wanted this.

He tugged at Remus' trousers. He didn't know much, bug he knew he wanted this man naked.

Remus devoured his mouth, pressing his body hard against him as he stroked his cock. "You feel so good," he breathed. "You're so hot... I want to fuck you..."

Aaron nodded. "I want you to," he said. He did find himself hesitating a little now, because he'd never done this and he imagined it could hurt (he'd done some things to himself in the past, but not often and never... well, of this size).

But he was so hard and the way Remus was looking at him made him feel all sorts. "Fuck me." It escaped him. But he didn't take it back.

Remus took his hand and pulled him to the mattress. "I have... there's some oil around here somewhere..." He started to pull off his own clothes as he went, and was naked by the time he returned to Aaron with a small bottle of cooking oil. Best he could do.

Aaron finished undressing too. He was self-conscious about his body, but it didn't feel wrong to lie here, naked, in full view of the other naked man. "That's fine," he said, as if he knew what he was doing. He just didn't want Remus to feel bad. "How about...protection?" He asked, as if suddenly his brain returned to him.

"Right, yes, I... sorry, it's been a while, I'm sure I still have some here somewhere..." He rooted around in a box full of various first aid related things, and returned with one triumphantly. "It's going to be a problem when we run out, isn't it."

He climbed onto the bed with Aaron. "Tell me if I do anything you don't like, or if I should slow down... I just want you so much, I don't want to get ahead of myself."

"Maybe take it slow," Aaron said. "It's er...been a while." Why lie? He wasn't sure. But the lie came easy.

"It has for me too," said Remus with a kind smile, even as the wolf inside him was practically growling in frustration.

He lay down on the bed beside him and nudged Aaron's legs apart. "I really had thought about you," he said softly as he carefully slid one oil-slick finger inside him. "You're very attractive, and you were so kind, and there was something about the way you looked at me..."

This was wrong, Aaron couldn't help but think. Giving into carnal pleasure like this, running hot and excited by the words Remus spoke and - God! - that finger. He moaned at the touch. "I thought about you as well," he managed, strained.

Remus was enthralled by the way Aaron moaned.

"Yeah?" he said softly as he stretched him carefully, eventually adding another finger. Bolder than he typically was. "Did you fantasize about me?"

He was ashamed enough as it was, but Remus was persuasive. The gingers probably helped. Another moan. "Yes," he breathed. "When I couldn't take it any longer. I... I pictured you."

"Did you touch yourself?" Remus murmured, voice low. Hoping to turn Aaron on even more... he seemed tense. Remus continued to carefully stretch him with his fingers.

Well, the talk was reminding him of nights of shame, so they tensed him. "I rather...think about now. About you. About... what you're doing... Kiss me."

Remus kissed him... softly at first, then with more heat, as he carefully added a third finger..

That relaxed him more. He pushed his hands through Remus' hair and kissed him passionately. He groaned into his mouth at the third digit - he thought he might explode - but he pushed against it as well. It hurt, but it felt good and he wanted more.

Remus moaned against Aaron's mouth. "Oh my god," gasped Remus. "I want you so much... are you ready?"

He felt good, and dirty at the same time. But he pushed that away and nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now. "Yes," he said only.

Remus wanted to go slow, because he could tell Aaron needed it, and he was forcing himself, but it was hard. "Tell me if you need me to slow down," he said breathlessly. "Or if I hurt you... god, you're beautiful." He pull his fingers away and climbed on top of him,, slipping on the condom.

Aaron had heard him being referred to as 'hot' before, but beautiful was new. And yes, he kept in shape, but the scars...well, he supposed Remus could see beyond them.

He braced himself when Remus pushed against him and forced himself to relax. He could take pain, even this new form, because, God, he wanted this man. "You won't. Do it. I want you."

Remus nudged Aaron's legs apart, pulled his knees up and settled on him. And then with his eyes wide with desire as he looked down at him, he slowely, carefully pushed inside him.

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