Remus is whining, a high, keening sound as Sirius' hand falls on his ass, each smack stinging more than the first, shooting little thrills down his nerves, lighting up his skin. He's blushing mightily at Sirius' words, biting his lip against them, and he can't believe that they're doing this, but it feels so good -- feels good to let Sirius be in control of his body, Sirius' dirty words filling him with a delirious sense of need. He nearly jumps when Sirius' fingers close around his cock, moaning at the feeling of his hand stroking him, and he can't help but let a desperate little sigh escape his lips as he takes his hand back.
"However you need me to," he breathes, eyes still closed. "Tell me what to do to make it up to you."
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Re: <3
Date: 2010-09-30 12:55 am (UTC)"However you need me to," he breathes, eyes still closed. "Tell me what to do to make it up to you."