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Remus worked the late shift that day, as he often used to do, as the money was better working in the evenings. Of course, this meant he would have to walk back home, as the public transport lines stopped operating somewhere around midnight. It was a twenty-minute walk from his work to his home and the street was poorly lit, so he walked fast, hoping he won’t have to deal with groups of drunken kids or hooligans. He heard steps following him, well not really steps but something similar to a light-footed pacing, one that didn’t sound quite human. He slowly turned his head and noticed a big black dog following him.

His first instinct was to run, as he almost seemed like a wolf for a moment and Remus tried remembering if he’s recently heard the news of wolves escaping the nearby family zoo. No, there were no such stories, the only thing dominating their local news for months now was the disappearance of that rich kid, the one that lived on the estate just outside the town.

Remus didn’t really care about those kinds of things, the guy was probably embroiled in some kind of a drug scandal or has gotten a girl pregnant, so he probably ran away from the mess he has gotten himself into.

The dog looked at him, nothing about his stance giving away he was about to attack Remus, on the contrary – he happily wagged his tail. Remus didn’t know much about dogs, as he was more of a cat person himself, but if there was one well-known fact about dogs it was that wagging of the tail was a sign of happiness.

Remus smiled at him, not quite sure why, and went back to his business, namely going back home, when the sound of his paws hitting the pavement lightly started following him once again.

“Go home, boy!” Remus turned around and tried shooing the animal away.

The dog stopped as well, his tongue hanging out of his jaws, panting at Remus.

“Go away!” Remus repeated himself. “Home! Do you have a home? Go home!”

The dog crooked his head lightly, as if he didn’t quite understand the command, or perhaps exactly because he did. He whined quietly once. It sounded almost sad.

Remus sighed, knowing there’s nothing he can do about it and started walking again. The sound of those paws picked up again. The dog was adamant in his determination to follow Remus home.

He started wondering why him, couldn’t dogs smell out who liked them, and Remus probably didn’t give away mad dog lover vibes. Truth be told, he was probably even a bit scared of animal of that size

Once he reached his building, he turned around quickly, and the dog was standing only a few feet away from him.

“My landlord has strict policies about these things. No pets allowed.” He explained. Again, as if the animal could understand him.

The dog sat down, Remus noticing in that moment just how big he really was. If he stood on his hind legs, he was probably somewhere around his height and could easily knock him over in one simple attempt.

“You really have to go home now.” Remus explained as he took his keys out.

The dog didn’t listen to him, his big grey eyes focused solely on Remus.

Remus somehow managed to enter his building, closing the door behind himself, his conscious just a bit guilty for leaving the animal outside, but it’s not like he could have just taken him upstairs inside of his tiny flat and risk being found out. Once he was inside, he peeked out of the window, looking down – the dog was still waiting outside in the street. He closed his blinds, thinking he’ll probably go away once he sees Remus has absolutely no intention of taking him in.

Still, something gnawed on him, making him restless, sleep not coming easily. He climbed out of his bed in the middle of the night and took another look outside. Just as he left him, the large dog was sitting in the same position, it almost seemed as if he was looking up, in search of Remus’ window.

“Fuck it,” Remus muttered to himself, grabbing his robe and putting it over his pyjamas. He rushed down the stairs and went out to get the damn dog. He was a sucker for lonely, helpless beings, often seeing a part of himself in them.

The dog jumped up from where he was seated, once he noticed Remus open the front entrance and rushed towards him, wagging his tail happily.

“I’m taking you to the vet’s first thing in the morning, to see if you have a microchip.” He warned him.

Remus’ flat was a cramped one-bedroom, a small kitchen being the first thing one stumbled upon entering. The dog could barely move inside of it, without knocking something over with his huge tail. Remus offered him a bowl of water and rummaged through his fridge to see if he has some leftovers from lunch. There was only some salad and he suspected that wasn’t exactly appropriate food for canines. In the end, he opened a can of tuna, the dog eating it at once, like he was starving for days.

“Ok, you can sleep here,” Remus sprawled out an old blanket across the kitchen floor.

The dog looked up at him almost questioningly.

“Behave,” he said to him, calmly, petting his head cautiously.

The dog nuzzled his snout into Remus’ leg, his nose coming up far too close to Remus’ crotch, sniffing on it eagerly.

“Hey, watch it!” Remus laughed, squirming away from him. It’s not like he smelled bad, he did take a shower after coming home, why the hell was the dog sniffing him so much?

He closed his bedroom door and went back to the bed. Again, sleep didn’t come to him, this time for a different reason. He heard scratching and muffled whimpers right outside of his door.

“Oh, come on…” he groaned out, imagining how neighbours are probably able to hear it as well. He jumped out of the bed and walked towards the door angrily.

“What do you want?!” He hissed out at the dog harshly, regretting it immediately, as soon as those big, innocent eyes looked up at him. The dog yelped back, tapping his paws into the floor. He pushed his snout against Remus’ leg, trying to push him out of the way and get inside of his bedroom.

“You can’t sleep in there…” Remus said, but it was too late as the dog shovelled his way inside, jumping straight onto Remus’ bed.

“No! Get off! Bad dog!” Remus whined out, trying to get him to move. “You can’t sleep here!”

The thought of having to share his bed with a big, probably dirty, stray was not too appealing. He did seem friendly for all Remus knew, but what if he was an unpredictable beast that would attack him in the middle of the night and maul him to death. Remus remembered reading a story about a woman whose dog bit her face off seemingly out of nowhere, while she was asleep.

The dog in his bed seemed pretty harmless though, and he had no intention of moving from there. The bed was big enough to fit both of them and in the end, Remus had no choice, unless he planned on sleeping on the blanket in the kitchen, but to share the bed with the animal.

“Scoot over,” he rolled his eyes as he slipped under the duvet.

The dog moved just enough to accommodate Remus and as soon as the man was in bed, he propped his head right onto him.

“Hey…” Remus protested, just barely, but couldn’t help noticing just how soothing it was to feel another being’s body heat in such proximity. Of course, it wasn’t the same as having a person next to him, but Remus somehow managed to relax and fall into slumber quite quickly.

He was awoken by something hot, sticky and wet on his face, before he realized he was being covered with dog saliva. His big, soft tongue lapped all over his cheeks and mouth, making Remus jump up in horror.

“Hey, stop it!” He shouted out, holding the dog’s head and pushing him away. “You smell like tuna…” He said in disgust.

The dog was standing on the bed, watching Remus, panting happily. He tried sneaking in another lick, Remus barely able to avoid it.

“Don’t do that!” He took the dog’s head between his hands and started to scratch behind his ears instinctively. The dog laid down onto the bed, his hind leg moving on reflex.

“You like that huh?” Remus smiled. The dog yelped in delight, closing his eyes as he started squirming on the bed.

Remus positioned himself on his knees, continuing what he was doing, now scratching his neck as well.

“Who’s a good boy?” He asked the dog, entertained by the display of excitement before him.

The dog rolled over onto his back, throwing all four of his legs into the air, nudging Remus’ hands with his nose, asking to be scratched some more. Remus’ hands slid lower, now petting the dog’s belly, rummaging through the coarse black coat.

“Yes, you are! You are a good boy!” Remus continued, delighted by how pliant the animal was under his touch. He petted him and fondled the fur, unaware how dangerously low his hands went. The dog’s hips were wiggling particularly eagerly as Remus kept doing this, suddenly noticing just how excited the animal has gotten from playing around like this.

“Oh, shit…”

Remus knew this was wrong, but he just couldn’t stop. He was curious about that sensitive pink thing peaking out of the blackness of his fur, it was almost like a lipstick, rolled out of its cartridge. He wondered how it would feel under his fingers. Will it be soft? Wet? Sticky?Can it get bigger or is this just a part of it being shown to him? He bit his lower lip and slowly approached it.

He connected his fingers with the pink thing and the dog suddenly yelped. Remus pulled his hand back, afraid he has hurt the animal. The dog whimpered at the loss, nudging his hand with his snout, twisting his whole body on the bed in desperate need of another touch.

“Oh, you liked that?” Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly. He pondered on it for a moment, licking his lower lip, wondering just how far is too far.

His hand slowly returned to what it was doing, first scratching around it, before he felt brave enough to take the dog’s member into his hand and jerk it around. The dog started panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, the sounds coming out of him being something between squeals and whimpers.

“Yeah, you’re a good boy,” Remus praised him, feeling his own breath hitch, his heart starting to beat faster. He felt his own cock stiffen and he used his other hand to give it a light squeeze.

The dog’s muzzle suddenly found itself next to it, nudging his hand away and digging right into his pyjama bottoms.

“Fuck!” Remus gritted through his teeth as he watched the scene before him. This was one sick display and all he wanted to do was to continue, as he worked on the dog’s erection relentlessly. It became bigger, thicker, its colour changing to red, obviously overflown with blood. A few more strokes, a few more squeezes and the dog spilled himself all over Remus hand. Thick, white, sticky cum was covering Remus’ hand and he instinctively wiped it off into his duvet.

The dog turned over suddenly, now digging his nose into Remus’ pyjama bottoms, urging him to take them off.

“Just don’t bite it off…” Remus begged as he slid them down, his hard cock jumping out eagerly.

He pumped himself once, with the same hand that he used on the dog, but it was soon pushed away by the animal’s wet nose, his breath hot on Remus’ member.

The dog went right in, slobbering all over it, licking up his shaft, softly, gently, without the intention to harm him. His long canines were nowhere near it. Remus leaned back into his pillows, spreading his legs wider and allowing the animal to position himself between them. The sensation was nothing like anything he’s felt before. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure.

“Yeah, just like that, good boy!” He encouraged him. “Such a good boy for me.” He patted his head in encouragement, fingers curling around his fur, pulling on it.

He couldn’t control his movements and he thrust his hips up, asking, wanting more. The dog licked him all over, like he was licking on a sweet popsicle and soon, Remus felt himself spasm, his cock twitching and shooting thick white ropes of cum all over the dog’s muzzle. He lapped it up hungrily, up to the last drop. The sound of it being especially obscene.

Remus opened his eyes up, watching the lewd scene before him, caressing the dog’s head gently.

“Good boy… clean up the mess you made.” He said in a breathy voice, coming down from his orgasm.

It seemed as if the dog looked up straight into his eyes as his large tongue slurped all over Remus’ spent cock and belly, covered in cum, cleaning it all up to the last drop.

“Oh, shit, this is so fucked up…” Remus whined out once he slowly started gaining his senses back. Once he was finished, the dog cuddled up to him, leaning his head across Remus’ chest. He made a satisfied sound as he closed his eyes, relaxing his body into Remus’.

Remus felt completely exhausted and he decided he could use a good hour of sleep before he has to take the dog to the vet clinic nearby. Luckily, the dog can’t speak and what just happened between them will be forever buried in the deepest, darkest compartments of Remus’ mind.

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Remus startled in his sleep, opening his eyes up as he felt something brush against his leg. Something large and hot and hairy. Oh… the images from a few hours ago started coming back to him very vividly, reminding him of what he had done that night. He willingly got off with a dog – he let a dog slobber all over his cock, bringing him to orgasm and then cleaning him up, lapping it all up like a good boy that he was. Not to forget how the whole thing started in the first place, as Remus fondled the dog just a bit too eagerly, playing with his penis and jerking him off.

Shit… if this wasn’t the definition of hitting rock-bottom, then he was about to experience it very soon, as his last night’s partner was humping his leg eagerly, obviously ready for a second round.

“No…” Remus offered a half-assed protest, his naked body already turning towards the dog on its own accord. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He said quietly, not believing those words himself. It was as if there was some kind of a magic pull towards this creature that was rutting against him with such enthusiasm, seeking out the pleasure only Remus could provide him in that moment.

So, what if he gives into it? It’s not like anyone had to know. Remus could walk the streets with his head held up high, and not a soul would have even an inkling of knowledge that he let himself be humped by a dog.

The dog moved his hips eagerly, searching for further friction, his unsheathed member brushing itself against Remus’ leg, already leaking precum and dripping against his skin. His tail wagged vigorously above them, as he thrusted against him in a relentless rhythm.

“Fuck,” Remus muttered as he felt his hand slipping underneath the dog, sliding against his belly, in search for that thick, red rod that throbbed against him with such force. He grabbed it, feeling its sensitive skin, and pulled on it, causing the dog to growl.

Last night, he would have feared the sound he just heard. This morning, he knew he had nothing to be afraid of, as this was not a threatening sound but one of pleasure. He was letting Remus know he was enjoying it.

“Who’s my good boy, huh?” Remus panted out, his other hand scratching against the dog’s ear. “My big, black boy.” The dog howled out at that, causing Remus to chuckle. “You like it when I call you that huh, black boy?”

The dog licked his face first, slobbering all over him, before he moved lower, licking along his neck, leaving a wet trail all the way to his nipple. He licked with precise intensity against one of his hardened buds, causing Remus to moan out in pleasure. He was just a dog, how could he know to hit all of his sensitive spots so well?

“Ugh, yeah, there… right there, uh-huh…” Remus shifted his chest a bit, hoping the other nipple would get the same treatment. The dog seemed to understand what he wanted as he obediently licked it as well, giving the neglected teat the attention it needed.

As a reward, Remus squeezed his hand against his erection, before he kneaded his fingers into the tip.

“Come here, let’s help each other out…” Remus tried repositioning himself, which proved to be quite a challenging task under the heavy body that was pressed into his. He spread his legs and accommodated the dog in between them. As if he was able to understand Remus’ intentions, the dog moved up a bit, so that their erections were rubbing against each other.

He growled once again upon feeling the friction of Remus’ cock against his.

“Yeah, you like this, am I right?” Remus smiled, endeared by the animal’s honest reactions. “I like it, too.”

Unlike his previous human partners, he didn’t hide anything, not afraid to go for what he had wanted. His instincts were telling him to hump Remus relentlessly and he did just that, unabashedly so. He was also not afraid to give Remus his own pleasure, the animal proving himself as a much generous lover than most people Remus had been with. When you looked at it like that, it was a sad realization.

“Fuck this is so good!” Remus admitted out loud, spreading his legs even wider. His hand moved against both of them, squeezing their rigid members together.

The dog panted above him, his snout hovering over Remus’ neck, saliva dripping all over it. He squealed and grunted as he pushed against him, his member growing bigger every second. It felt hot and sticky against Remus, their precum mixed together, making it easier to slide his hand.

“My eager black boy, you’re giving it to me so good,” Remus praised his ministrations, leaving all of his sanity behind. He threw his head back in pleasure, closing his eyes and sucking on his lower lip.

So, what if he was enjoying getting fucked by a dog? Well, almost getting fucked, as he had no intention of letting him inside of him. Right now, that would be crossing a hard line.

“Ah, I’m so close,” Remus whined out once it became too much. He felt his body spasm, his cock twitching and shooting out a thick rope of cum all over his belly and the dog’s penis.

This only made the dog thrust against him harder, sliding a bit lower. Remus felt his warm thickness dance dangerously close to his hole. For a moment, he felt its stickiness try and breach his tight ring of muscles, attempting to breach inside of him. He rubbed against it with such vigour it was only a matter of moments until he’d be able to break it open. Remus really didn’t want to be fucked dry by a dog right now.

“No, we’re not going to play like that,” Remus put a stop to it, unwilling to submit to the dog completely. “Bad dog!”

The dog was strong, and he had Remus trapped underneath him, his front paws pushing him down into the mattress, and if the dog really wanted to, he could have simply disregarded Remus’ commands and have him right there and then in every way he wanted. He could have him split open on his thick, throbbing dog cock in no time.

Still, after Remus’ rejection, he quit his efforts of trying to penetrate his hole and started rutting against Remus’ perineum.

The friction felt good on Remus’ orgasm-drained body, as he relaxed into it completely. He reached back to grabbing the red hardness, ready to get him off.

“Come on boy, come for me!” He panted out, offering him the much-needed friction.

The dog’s release came in a form of thick, creamy waves of cum, spilt all over Remus’ hand and balls. As soon as he was done, he jumped off of Remus and started cleaning up the mess he made. His wide tongue licked Remus all over, even the parts of his body unsoiled with semen. Still, he especially focused on Remus’ balls and slowly slid lower, licking at that forbidden place.

Perhaps Remus wasn’t letting him fuck him, but he sure had nothing against a free rimjob. He raised his legs up, offering himself on a platter.

“You can lick all you want,” Remus hummed as he enjoyed the sensation that the wet tongue provided. His hole twitched against it and for a moment, but only for a faintest of moments, he wondered what it would feel like if he’d let him slip inside. He shook his head, irritated that he was even pondering on it.

His cock was hard again, aroused from the way the dog was giving it to him good. He nuzzled his nose into his hole, causing Remus to flinch.

“None of that,” he warned him. “If you want to be a good boy, you can lick here.” He grabbed his own cock, now already at its full mast, and nudged its tip against the dog’s wet nose.

He came once again in no time, brought to completion thanks to relentless licks offered by his overly excited partner.

“Such a good boy you are, good, black boy,” Remus ruffled his fur as the animal slumped over him, throwing his heavy body against Remus.

He wasn’t going to let them fall asleep again, as this might turn into an endless cycle of sleeping and fucking, when they needed to visit the vet’s office urgently.

“Who’s a good boy!” the vet ruffled the soft fur and the dog seemed to be enjoying the attention he was showered with, as the vet - Peter, was giving him a thorough check up.

Remus felt awkward watching the scene before him, trying to forget just what he and the animal did during the night and earlier that morning. There was a proper fuckfest going on in Remus’ bed, up to the point where he stopped counting how many orgasms did he experience. The dog had an amazing stamina and Remus figured he was probably in a rut, and this was how he ended up getting lost in the first place. It was likely that he sniffed out a bitch somewhere nearby and jumped across the fence in search of a mate.

Instead of a bitch in heat, he stumbled across Remus and proceeded to have his fun with him.

“Such a beautiful dog,” Peter continued.

“Yeah, he is…” Remus agreed.

“He’s perfectly healthy. Around three years old. His teeth are in great condition, no fleas, no worms…” the man said as if this had surprised him. “He’s obviously been fed premium food. I mean look at his fur. Someone’s missing you, right boy… yeah.”

The dog wagged his tail happily, first looking at Peter, then turning his attention back to Remus.

“Oh, let’s check if he’s chipped.” The vet took out a microchip reader and started looking for traces of a chip where it would normally be located, somewhere around the animal’s neck.

The dog raised his paw up, almost knocking the machine over from Peter’s hand.

“What are you doing? So restless…” Peter chuckled in amusement and continued. He shook his head, looking at Remus in disappointment.

“Nothing?!” Remus hated the way this came out of him, it was almost as if he was hoping for the owner not to be found.

The dog raised his paw again, this time managing to touch the machine.

“Stop it… oh wait!” Peter’s face beamed as the machine beeped. “This is strange!”

“What is it?” Remus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“This is a weird place for a microchip, but apparently, it’s in his leg.” The vet said as he read the numbers and went over to the computer to read off the data from it.

Remus looked at the dog questioningly.

“So, you do have an owner, huh?” He asked him, quietly.

The dog replied in a muffled whine, as if he was apologizing for wanting to be found.

Well, it was not like Remus could have kept him up there in his shoebox of a flat. Just feeding a dog of this size would be a massive strain on his wallet, he’d probably have to get a second job just to keep up with his needs. Although, he was pretty much able to keep up with one of the dog’s basic needs quite successfully.

“James Potter, Regulus Black…” Peter murmured to himself. “Great, there’s a phone number!”

The dog turned his attention to the vet, wagging his tail and barking out once, loudly.

“Don’t worry, boy, your owner will be here in no time.”

“I should probably go…” Remus shrugged, motioning to the exit.

“Oh, you should want to wait till the owner comes. He might want to thank you in person.” Peter pointed out.

The dog walked up to Remus suddenly, licking his hand.

“What… you want me to stay?” Remus crouched down.

The dog sat and put his paw onto Remus’ knee, almost knocking him over.

“Ok, I’m gonna stay then… hand you over properly.”

The dog barked in agreement.

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James Potter was a good-looking man, dressed in a nice, tailored suit, it seemed as if he had rushed out of work immediately after getting a call from the vet’s office. His hair was a bit messy, but it didn’t ruin the complete image of a responsible working adult he had going on for himself. The first thing he did as he walked in was to rush over to his dog, falling onto his knees in front of him.

“Siri--seriously… where have you been, I’ve been so worried?!” He pulled the dog into a tight hug, the canine squealing from happiness as he was reunited with his owner. “You got us so worried, S-seriously worried.”

Remus watched the scene in silence. He wondered if perhaps this man was some kind of a sick individual who trained the dog to do all those things he’d done with and to Remus. How could the animal know in which precise way to provide pleasure to a human otherwise? He shook his head, trying not to dwell on it too much, as the only certifiably sick person among them was probably only Remus himself.

“Are you the one who found him?” James turned his attention to Remus.

“Yeah…” Remus said shyly, feeling the blush creep up his face.

James adjusted his glasses to get a better look at him. His deep brown eyes were focused on Remus a little bit too eagerly, as he felt he was being scanned up from head to toe. Could James read into him so well? Hopefully not…

He offered his hand up to Remus and shook on it eagerly.

“Thank you so much…um…”

“Remus. My name is Remus.”

“Thank you, Remus, for saving my best… um my Padfoot.”

Remus tilted his head curiously. “His name is Padfoot?” He said his name out loud for a first time, gaining an excited look from the dog, Padfoot, himself.

“Um, yeah… he’s actually my boyfriend’s… um, dog. We were so upset when we lost him. Again, I cannot thank you enough.”

Remus shrugged. “It’s ok, he practically glued himself to me last night and I had no choice but to take him.”

James turned to Padfoot and looked at him raising his eyebrows. It was as if the two of them had some kind of a silent conversation going on between them. But that was impossible, right?

Padfoot barked out once and James tilted his head.

“Oh, really?” He asked the dog in amusement, before he turned his attention back to Remus. “I guess he has a thing for you.”

Don’t I know it… Remus was screaming on the inside as he gulped once, pretty noticeably.

“Ok, Remus… I need to ask you for a small favour,” James started, hesitantly. He nodded at Padfoot once, as if he was trying to calm him down, dog pacing nervously around the ordination.

Remus didn’t quite know what to expect.

“Could we leave Pads at your care over the weekend?”

“Um…” Remus bit his lower lip, not knowing what to say.

“You see, Reg and… my boyfriend and I have a weekend trip planned out and we usually leave Pads at the doggy hotel. But he hates it there. We’d pay you, of course.”

Remus looked at the animal, whose big grey eyes seemed to be fixed on him.

“No… no, I mean, you don’t have to pay me. I’ll do it, gladly.”

James’ face beamed from happiness as Padfoot barked three times in the background.

“Excellent!” James shook his hand a little too enthusiastically. “We’ve got ourselves a deal.”

“Sure… it will be my pleasure.” Remus said and bit his tongue. He really had no intention of saying that, but it was not like he was lying.

The week went by excruciatingly slowly, as Remus couldn’t wait for the weekend to come so he could be reunited with Padfoot. He hated the way he seemed to be conditioned into being able to get his release only if provided by that damn dog. He did masturbate once in the meantime, but it felt quite lacking, his own hand unable to provide pleasure in the same way Padfoot could. He flirted with Fabian from work, but when the man brushed their hands together in an attempt to get closer to him, Remus recoiled with disgust. This just didn’t feel right.

On Saturday morning, he woke up early, unable to sleep much longer from the excitement. He waited for James to drop Padfoot off and every minute of waiting felt torturous.

When his bell rang, Remus jumped up from where he was sitting and rushed over to the door, buzzing them in. He was surprised to see a different man with Padfoot this time, assuming this was James’ boyfriend.

As soon as he spotted him, Padfoot left his owner’s side and jumped on Remus, his front legs propped on his shoulders. Standing like this, they were the same height. He licked Remus’ face eagerly, before he was reprimanded by the man catching up to him.

“Sirius…ly, can you behave for once?” He chuckled as he pulled the dog on his collar (that was new, Remus had to notice). “I’m sorry, he’s just so out of control sometimes,” the man rolled his eyes.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind it,” Remus shrugged. This was nothing compared to the things this dog has already done to him and probably to what he was about to do to him very soon. Remus shivered in anticipation.

“Hi, I’m Regulus,” the man introduced himself, shaking on Remus’ hand. He was a pale, dark haired man, his eyes the same colour as the dogs. Remus remembered reading it once somewhere how dogs and their owners tend to resemble each other. In this case, the similarity was pretty uncanny.

“I cannot thank you enough for helping me and James out like this,” he noted. “You’re a right saviour.”

The dog barked out in agreement.

“It’s really not a big deal, he’s a good dog.” Remus said sincerely.

Regulus’ lips curled up in a mysterious smirk. He looked down at the dog. “You hear that, Siri… um… Pads?”

Padfoot barked out eagerly, his tail hitting Regulus’ leg. Regulus crouched down next to him.

“Just be good, ok? Everything is going to work out just fine, you’ll see.”

It was obvious this man was really fond of his dog, and he wanted only the best for him. Remus couldn’t but feel a bit guilty for misusing these guys’ trust like this. They were leaving their precious Padfoot with him, not suspecting a thing, and Remus was doing this out of his own, selfish needs.

“Remus!” Regulus suddenly stood up, looking straight into his eyes, startling him. “Just… don’t be afraid, ok?”

“I’m not… I might have been scared of him at first, but Padfoot proved to be quite an obedient dog. I can handle him with ease.”

“And that’s what I expect you to do,” Regulus nodded, suddenly grabbing Remus by his shoulders tightly. “My… Padfoot deserves only the best.”

Remus cleared his throat, not sure what this was about.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Regulus suddenly said in a much more relaxed manner as he pulled a bag out, seemingly out of nowhere. “There’s some food for Pads.”

Remus was weirded out as this was obviously human food – a grilled chicken.

“He hates dog food,” Regulus explained.

“Oh… ok? Are there some special instructions, should I take him out for a walk?”

“A walk?” Regulus raised his eyebrows. “Oh… no, only if he asks you to, he’s much more comfortable inside. He’s quite an unusual dog.”

You don’t say… Remus barely managed not to say this out loud.

Regulus gave another hug to Padfoot and for a moment it seemed as if he’d whispered something into his ear.

Once they were left alone, Remus paced around his flat nervously. He didn’t want to seem presumptuous and take his clothes off right away. Perhaps Padfoot wasn’t even in the mood right now as he might have not been in his rut any longer.

“Are you hungry?” Remus asked as he put the grilled chicken onto the kitchen counter.

Padfoot closed in on him, his snout seeking out Remus’ crotch.

“Oh, I guess you are quite hungry, huh?” Remus said in relief, his cock twitching in his pants.

Padfoot cornered him against the counter, nuzzling against him, when all of the sudden, he jumped up on his hind legs, pushing Remus’s back into the counter.

“Ok, ok…” Remus laughed as he was slobbered all over his face. “Let’s move this to bed.”

He hooked his fingers into Padfoot’s collar and led him to his bedroom. Padfoot followed obediently, offering only short whines as a confirmation of how eager he was for this to happen.

Once Remus sat on his bed and took his shirt off, he felt Padfoot pulling on his trousers, trying to take them off.

“So impatient, huh?” Remus chuckled as he was in the middle of getting naked.

Padfoot paced around him nervously, unable to wait much longer. With the corner of his eyes, Remus could spot his penis, as it started to unsheathe itself slowly, now noticeable against the darkness of his fur.

Once Remus was done, Padfoot nuzzled himself into his crotch, nudging on his cock, trying to spring it to life as soon as possible. A few licks were all Remus needed to be fully awoken.

He crawled up against the headboard, propping himself against it, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Padfoot followed him, already used to this position, comfortably sliding in between Remus’ thighs so that his head could reach his cock.

He licked against it slowly at first, until Remus patted his head, encouraging him to go as fast as he wanted to.

Padfoot wiggled his tail in excitement, raising his rear up, as he was simultaneously rutting against the sheets, all the while he was providing Remus pleasure with his large tongue.

“Good boy, Padfoot,” Remus huffed out, pulling onto the dog’s collar, urging him to lick on. “Just like that, yeah.” He felt his head hit the headboard as he threw it back just a little bit too harshly. He thrust his hips up, wanting to feel more of Padfoot’s wet snout and tongue against his shaft.

The dog licked loudly, wet slapping sounds echoing the room, making Remus go crazy.

“Yeah, Pads… give it to me…” He kneaded the dog’s ears, encouraging him to continue doing the good job. “Such a good, good boy you are.”

Padfoot whined out at the praise, his hips rocking into the bed vigorously. Remus could feel the whole bed shaking from their bodies moving. He swore he could hear the headboard bang against the wall a few times, and just prayed that the neighbours weren’t going to put in a noise complaint.

“Fuck, I’m going to…” Remus groaned out as his cock twitched and spilt against Padfoot’s nose, covering him in cum. Remus laughed seeing him like this, but Padfoot didn’t mind it as he proceeded to lick it clean.

Remus felt spent, leaning his body back, his legs unable to move, but Padfoot was nowhere near finished. He was just getting started.

“I was thinking… what’s the use of fighting it any longer, huh?” Remus asked despondently, caressing Padfoot’s head.

He’s been thinking about it this whole time while they were apart. It felt wrong to want it, but they’ve done all of these things already, things that shouldn’t be done between a man and a beast, so what was one more thing? One final push, last line crossed, to make them truly connected, joined as one in the most primal of ways.

He reached over to his drawer and took a bottle of lube out.

Padfoot stopped rutting against the sheets and looked at him, tilting his head in the process, his grey eyes focusing on what Remus was doing.

“Stay back until I tell you differently,” Remus raised his finger up and the dog scooted back, as if he understood every word Remus was saying.

He uncapped the bottle and coated his fingers with a thick layer of lube, sliding his hand between his legs, working on his entrance, all the while not breaking the eye-contact with Padfoot.

The dog seemed to be watching him hungrily, as he was unable to keep his tongue under control. He went from panting to licking his nose, salivating upon seeing Remus work himself like this. He squirmed in his place nervously, as if he was ready to jump on Remus every second.

“Not yet… be patient, Pads,” Remus warned him as he had two fingers inside of him, working them in and out, his hungry hole twitching around them.

Padfoot whined out desperately, unable to sit still much longer.

“Yeah, soon, Pads… soon you’ll be where my fingers are,” he promised as he added another one. “Ramming into me, giving it to me good… just wait a bit longer, it will be worth a while. I’ll let you fill me with your thick rod.” Remus assured him.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the fingers weren’t enough, as he needed to feel Padfoot’s hot thickness inside of him. He slowly pulled them out, his hole twitching at the sudden loss particularly obscenely, poor Padfoot whining in pain from not being able to jump his bones and ram himself in.

Remus carefully sat up, his hand raised up in the air as a sign to Padfoot not to rush over to him immediately. He turned around, positioning himself on his hands and knees, arching his back, his head turning just slightly to have a look at Padfoot. Since he was about to let a dog have him, this position was the only one that made sense.

“Come on, boy… show me what you’ve got, fuck me real good…” He panted out slowly, unable to wait much longer, and in a matter of seconds, Padfoot had mounted him.

His heavy body pressed into Remus, paws pushing him down into the mattress, as his hips slammed into Remus’ own. The engorged member was unable to find Remus’ hole at first, sliding in between his ass cheeks eagerly, rutting against him in a desperate need to hit the right spot. The attempts were clumsy at first, as Padfoot’s eagerness was preventing him from striking the intended target.

“Come on boy, come on, Pads…” Remus whined out, begging to be filled as soon as possible, the empty hole twitching around nothing, while the dog’s depraved member slid everywhere but where it was supposed to go, unable to penetrate him.

Remus wiggled from underneath him, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He felt the hot breath on his neck and heard Padfoot’s short, desperate pants.

“Fuck me, Padfoot…” He whined out as he buried his face into the pillow. “Please!”

At last, Padfoot managed to hit home, slamming himself right into Remus’ tight hole, his thick member finally buried to the hilt. Once he was inside, it felt as if he grew again, stretching Remus out some more.

“Oh, God, fuck! That’s right, Pads, good boy! Get your reward, boy!”

Remus whined out in pleasure, the dog’s abnormally large erection able to reach places his fingers couldn’t. Padfoot’s rhythm was relentless, now that he was finally inside, his hips thrusting into Remus with such speed that a human could never match. He didn’t want to risk slipping out of Remus. With every violent movement, he pulled his penis out right to the tip, never leaving the hole completely, before he slammed himself back in right to the hilt, abusing Remus’ hole with his wild ministrations.

But it didn’t matter much to Remus, all he wanted was to feel Padfoot move and grow inside of him, as deep as he could get.

“Oh, fuck, give it to me, just like that!” Remus rolled his eyes in pleasure, his mouth hanging open, slobbering all over his arms and the pillow. He pushed his hips back, asking for more, urging Padfoot to give it to him as hard and fast as he could.

Padfoot’s paws pushed him down even harder as he tried climbing up to get a better angle. He growled each time their hips met, as Remus spasmed around him, sucking him inside.

Remus felt his prostate being hit constantly, with each of the maddening thrusts, as Padfoot grew even larger, up to the point he seemingly started swelling up around his entrance.

“Oh fuck…” Remus murmured to himself. Was this what he thought it was? Was Padfoot actually knotting him? He didn’t think much of how dogs copulated, as it didn’t seem relevant for his everyday life, but now he was about to witness it first-hand as he was impaled on Padfoot’s cock. As the hot bulge indicated, this was going to be anything but an easy ride.

Padfoot squealed out as he finally managed to reach his intended girth.

“Jesus Christ…” Remus called out as he felt like he was being split open by the dog’s thickness.

Padfoot’s ministrations slowed down as he was now buried inside of Remus completely, his knot bulged up, the swelling being the size of a golf ball. He locked himself in and slumped his body over Remus, covering him completely.

Right then, he felt the swollen cock inside of him twitch, a hot shower of cum engulfing Remus’ insides.

“Fuck Padfoot, are you trying to breed me?” Remus joked around as he barely managed to speak, the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure Padfoot had provided being almost too much for him to handle.

It flowed in waves and there didn’t seem to be an end to it, as Padfoot’s swollen member provided thick ropes of cum, filling up Remus’ hole to the brim.

For a moment, Remus could swear he felt his belly bulge up from just how full he was, his insides overflowing with Padfoot’s spend.

“Fuck, Padfoot… you are ruining me,” Remus yelped out as it became almost unbearable.

The dog whined out, nuzzling his snout into the back of Remus’ neck, showing him he was there for him. Remus relaxed into it, finally able to breathe evenly, feeling weirdly safe underneath the enormous dog.

Once it was over, it was obvious they were joined together, unable to unlatch due to Padfoot’s thick knot preventing every attempt to do so. The dog shuffled around, lifting his body up, giving Remus much needed room to breathe as he was not pushing on him any longer. He lifted his leg up and repositioned himself, as he was still buried deep inside of Remus, but their rear ends now turned to each other, coupled.

Padfoot laid at the foot of the bed, while Remus was trying to catch his breath on the other side.

“Fuck, Padfoot, how long does this last…” Remus whined as he touched the place where they were connected. He couldn’t see it, but he felt it, hot and sticky underneath his fingers.

Padfoot whined out instead of an answer, his tail brushing over Remus’ back, trying to soothe him. Remus found the position uncomfortable, but it certainly was better this way than having a huge dog sprawled over his body. He put his hand over his lower belly, wondering just how full of dog cum was he right now. If he were a bitch, he’d probably get pregnant in no time.

The light-feathered caresses of Padfoot’s tail over his back were a welcome distraction and he was able to ignore the painful position he was in. Soon, he felt like he was about to doze off, his eyes closing slowly.

Remus was awoken to a sound of rummaging around the kitchen. It was a strange sound, like someone was stacking dishes. He remembered it was only him and Padfoot around and the dog certainly couldn’t make those sounds.

He jumped up, his legs buckling as he remembered how, the last time he was conscious, Padfoot was practically glued to him. The only evidence of that happening came in a form of semen spilling out of him in thick streams, flowing down his thighs. His abused hole twitched as more came out, Remus wondering just how much cum could one dog produce.

“Fuck…” he reached over towards a tissue, but one wasn’t enough, as it poured out of him with no end in sight.

Remus sat on the bed and raised one leg up, trying to figure out how to clean this mess up, when a voice startled him.

“Wow, Remus, you make me want to pound right back into you.” The man said in a low, seductive voice, causing Remus to jump up in fear.

“Who the fuck…?!”

“Whoa, calm down…” The man raised his arms up defensively. He was standing in Remus doorway, completely naked. His shoulder-length black hair was shaggy and ruffled up, like he just participated in some kind of a debauched activity. His pale grey eyes were watching Remus with endearment.

“Stay away, I’m calling the police!” Remus hissed out at him.

The intruder didn’t move from where he stood. His hand slowly reached to the collar around his neck, his finger slipping underneath it as if he was trying to demonstrate something to Remus.

“It’s me…” he said carefully, taking a step towards Remus. “Padfoot.”

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Remus felt like he was going crazy – there was a naked man sitting on his bed, explaining how he could change into a dog at will, or at least he was able to up until he was cursed by an evil witch (his mother) and unable to transform back into his human form, until he was able to find someone who would willingly let him mate them without finding out about his true identity beforehand. Complicated, indeed, and so out of this world.

Remus was a simple man who used to roll his eyes at people trying to convince him astrology was real. Yes, he was sensitive, creative and empathetic – not because he was a Pisces, that was just his personality. Adding magic in the mix was a little bit too much.

And this man, the one sitting naked on his bed, was currently trying to convince him how magic was real, the only visible proof of it currently leaking out of Remus.

According to the man’s own words, he’s spent these last few months living as a dog, with his brother and his boyfriend, the three of them trying to come up with a solution. The night he met Remus was the night he had a mini breakdown, thinking he’ll probably stay a dog forever, wanting to run around the streets freely, before he got lost and couldn’t find his way back home.

“So… apparently you’re this Sirius Black bloke, the one reported missing…”

“My parents reported me missing, they had to explain my absence somehow. I was staying at Jamie’s and Reggie’s the whole time. I kind of lost all hope of ever becoming human.” Padfooot… no, Sirius explained. “Because, let’s be honest… the chances of someone wanting to… with me… they were rather slim.”

“Until you stumbled upon the mess that is me,” Remus ducked his head in shame.

“Thank God for that!” Sirius said happily. “You saved me, Remus.”

“How did you know I would… you know…” Remus blushed.

“Give yourself to a dog willingly?” Sirius raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t. I genuinely sniffed you out as someone I wanted to get to know better. You know how they say - dogs can sense goodness in people? Well, that… and I could smell your cock as well, and was immediately drawn to it.”

Remus whined internally.

“But you’re not really a dog,” He reminded him.

“When I’m Padfoot, all my senses are heightened, just like a dog’s.”

“What if I didn’t crumble so lightly and let you… enter me?”

“Hm…” Sirius tilted his head, pondering on it. “You would’ve, eventually.” He said, sure of himself.

Remus found it difficult making eye contact with the man. It was humiliating, having somebody know your deepest and darkest secret; the fact that he himself was a willing participant in it meant little to Remus right now.

“No need to be so glum about it,” Sirius frowned as he shifted on the bed. “There’s nothing wrong in what we did.”

“It’s just,” Remus shrugged. “It’s rather embarrassing, the things I let you do to me… the things I let Padfoot do to me.”

“Trust me, Padfoot enjoyed it thoroughly.”

“It’s weird that you’re… this—” he motioned towards Sirius. “Person all of the sudden, when I know you only in your other form.” Remus raised his head up for the first time during the course of this conversation.

“I’m sorry I’m not a real dog.”

“No, don’t be, I’m actually quite relieved you’re not a dog, there has just been an overflow of information, that’s all.”

“This thing between us…” Sirius started, hesitantly. “Would you like for it to continue even though I’m just a human?”

Remus snorted.

“I think you being human is the least of my problems. I have to live with the fact I’ve left myself be fucked by a dog.”

“Well,” Sirius made a smug face. “I’m not sure a real dog would be able to do what I did.”

“So… you were totally conscious the whole time?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Sirius nodded.

“Even during the… knotting?” Remus barely managed to say the words out loud, the last one coming out particularly strained.

“Yep,” Sirius nodded, biting his lower lip. “That was quite an experience.” His body shuddered as he said it.

“Oh…” Remus tilted his head, thinking about it. “But I would very much like to… continue, you know.”

Sirius smiled wickedly, scooting over towards him.

“That’s great, because I still have some unfinished business here,” he said as he threw the duvet to the floor, uncovering Remus’ naked body.

“Pad… Sirius!” Remus yelped as he was suddenly exposed. Not that Sirius hadn’t seen him like that before – he practically licked him all over his naked body a few times this last week, but on none of these occasions was he Sirius, always being just Padfoot.

It was easier being relaxed around Padfoot, he was a simple creature, at least Remus thought him to be, he didn’t judge and he was always honest about his desires – just getting it off with Remus was enough. He seemed to have a one-track mind going on for himself, his main mission being pounding his dog cock inside of Remus as fast and relentless as he could, filling him up until he was overflown with his seed.

Sirius was a person who seemed to harbour much darker desires, as if owning Remus’ hole wouldn’t be enough for him, wanting something more than just having his primal needs quenched by Remus’ body.

Where Padfoot would just jump his bones all of the sudden, Sirius seemed to have a different approach, caressing Remus’ hand slowly, trying to get him to relax.

“It’s ok, Remus…” he whispered to him gently, making Remus’ whole body shiver.

It felt different, and not in a bad way, to have a vocal lover, one who could offer more than excited growls, pants and howls.

“We have to get you cleaned up,” Sirius said, remembering how he interrupted Remus in the middle of tending to the mess he… Padfoot had made.

Remus relaxed into his touch, letting Sirius turn him over and take a better look at his tormented, red hole.

“Fuck, I sure did a number on you,” he moaned out at the sight, licking his lips. “Raise your ass up.”

Remus did as he was told, propping himself up onto his elbows, raising his bottom so it would align with Sirius’ face level. There were still traces of their earlier romp dripping out of him, more evident once Sirius spread his ass cheeks with his hands.

“Oh, God…” Remus whined out as he felt awfully exposed like this.

“Shh, babe, I’m going to lick it clean,” Sirius promised, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin as he moved in.

It felt different, Sirius’ probing tongue moving with intent, compared to Padfoot’s hectic slobs, the dog’s coarse tongue slobbering all over. He could move it in ways Padfoot couldn’t, probing it against Remus’ muscles, digging into his twitching hole.

Remus’ hands grabbed the nearby pillow, digging into it, crumpling the soft filling inside.

Sirius suddenly sucked onto him, trying to get him cleaned, sucking the semen out of him. The room echoed with the sound of sucking, accompanied by Remus’ muffled moans into the pillow.

“Let me hear you, Remus,” Sirius keened as he rubbed his nose into him.

“Fuck, Sirius, this is so good,” Remus barely managed to whine out. “I need you in me.”

“Me? Or Padfoot?”

“You…” Remus didn’t hesitate a moment. Being fucked by Padfoot was a delightful experience and he might want to indulge in it again soon, but right now, he needed Sirius – his touch, his voice, his tongue, his smooth skin, his human cock.

He needed to feel that cock inside of him tight now.

Sirius tugged on it, smearing his precum along the shaft, before he kneeled behind Remus.

“Let’s start with doggy, it seems somehow… appropriate, don’t you agree?” He suggested. “We have plenty of time to experiment.”

Remus nodded from underneath him.

Unlike Padfoot, Sirius had no problem with getting it in on the first try, as he guided his thick cock inside of Remus, the slick Padfoot has provided earlier making it go in easily, in one swift slide.

“Fuck, Pads!” Remus arched his back as their hips connected.

“Yeah, babe, you’re so good for me,” Sirius groaned out as he started moving. His pace was much slower than what it was in his dog form, but it felt much more thought through and gentle. He slapped Remus’ ass playfully. “Who’s a good boy now, huh?”

“Oh, Pad… Sirius…” Remus mewled into the pillow, raising his ass up.

Sirius’ cock was smaller than Padfoot’s, but it reached its intended target just as right, hitting Remus’ prostate over and over again.

“Yeah that’s right, don’t forget who’s giving it to you. It’s not Padfoot, it’s Sirius!” He groaned out as he fastened his pace.

“Sirius!” Remus repeated his name.

“Yeah, say it again, say my name!” Sirius said as he rocked his hips into him, his cock almost slipping out but managing to stay inside of Remus the whole time.

“Sirius!” Remus moaned out desperately with each hit into his prostate. “Sirius! Sirius! Sirius!”

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” Sirius grunted, his fingers digging into Remus’ sides, keeping him steady.

Even though it had seemed Padfoot was milked out to the last drop, there was still some ammo left in Sirius as he shot out a thick stream of cum after a particularly loud groan.

Remus’ hole twitched around him, taking it all in once again.

“Oh, God, I’m beat!” Sirius yelped out as he slumped over Remus’ back, slipping right out of him.

Remus felt relieved, knowing there was no knotting this time. Despite it being hot and pleasurable, he didn’t have the necessary energy to spend another hour locked in by the knot. Maybe some other time…

Sirius attached himself to Remus’ side, pulling him into his body and leaning his head into the crook of his neck. He couldn’t get rid of his canine instincts as he slobbered all over Remus’ exposed neck.

“You dog!” Remus chuckled playfully pushing Sirius’ head away.

“Promise you’ll tell me when you want me to switch,” Sirius whispered into his ear.

Remus turned to him, looking into his grey eyes.

“Won’t you be jealous, if I ask for Padfoot?”

Sirius snorted, throwing his head back. “No, I’m quite considerate of Padfoot’s needs. I’ll let him come out and play with you from time to time.”

“Really?” Remus asked, removing a loose strand of hair from Sirius’ face.

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded.

“What if you won’t be able to change back again, if you get stuck in your Padfoot form again?”

“Nah… the curse has been lifted, trust me.” Sirius assured him. “I can feel it. Besides, while you were asleep, I switched back and forth a few times, just to make sure.”

“So… you just think of it and bam – you turn?”

Sirius nodded.

“Can I see it?” Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Maybe not right now?”

“Why?”

“Because if I become Padfoot now, I’ll jump your bones right away. You need to rest.”

“Hm… maybe I can give Padfoot a little lick on his little red lipstick?”

Sirius snorted at those words, positively delighted. “There’s nothing little about it.”

“Ok, it’s a grower not a shower,” Remus laughed. “I just wonder what it would taste like. It looks so sensitive, all those nerve endings there…”

“You should have sucked on it when you had a chance, I practically offered myself on a platter there.”

“I just couldn’t put myself up to it… back when I thought you were a dog.”

“Oh, that’s why you just let yourself be knotted and stuffed with dog cum?” Sirius asked, teasingly.

“Ugh, I fought against it so much…”

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded. “I admire your attempts, babe, but we both knew it was futile. You were destined to be split in half by my thick knot.”

“Oh, shut up!” Remus blushed, pulling him into a kiss. It was soft and gentle and tasted nothing like tuna. Remus figured Padfoot would come out to play sooner or later, but right now, he wanted only Sirius.

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Sirius quickly used Remus’ phone just to call James and his brother to let them know everything has worked out just fine and how he… or actually Remus managed to break the curse. He also informed them that he has no intention of getting home in the next few days as he’d rather enjoys fucking Remus’ brains out and how he’ll probably be doing just that for a while, since Remus is in a need of a thorough fucking, to make up for the long dry spell he has been going through.

“It’s to make sure I’m free of the curse, of course…” he explained. “And Remus needs to have his pipes cleaned, thoroughly, so I’ll see to that.”

Remus looked on in horror as he was present during the entirety of conversation.

“What?!” Sirius asked once he hung up on Regulus. “They know where to find me.”

“You made me sound like some crazed bitch in heat!” Remus frowned, crossing his arms on his chest.

“You did kind of act like one…” Sirius chuckled.

“Excuse me?!” Remus snapped at him, offended.

“You’re practically gagging for it, babe,” Sirius smiled. “We’ve done it five times in the last eighteen hours.”

“Oh, and I suppose you had to be roped into doing it?” Remus huffed out.

“Don’t be mad,” Sirius caressed his cheek. “I like that you’ve been so eager.” He looked down at Remus’ cock, perched up in his lap, getting hard once again.

Sirius tugged on it once with his hand.

Remus scooted away from him. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh, come on, babe… We both know you want to go for another round. Look at you, leaking already,”

Remus looked down at his hard-on, its tip glistening from the pooled up precum. He wished his body wasn’t so honest, betraying him like this, he couldn’t even get mad in peace, without being found out.

“Maybe I want another round, but not with you.” Remus shrugged, giving Sirius a knowing look.

“Well,” Sirius cleared his throat. “Maybe he… maybe he’s not in the mood.”

“He’s a dog, he’s always in the mood.”

Sirius frowned. “I can’t believe you’re punishing me like this. I’m going to be jealous over Padfoot.”

“Punishing? Jealous? It’s literally you, you idiot, you can’t be jealous of yourself!”

“Yeah, I can!” He pouted.

They were both silent for a moment, before Sirius sighed in defeat.

“Ok, I guess, he could go for another romp.”

“But no knotting!” Remus raised his finger up. “Let’s keep it light… maybe just some mutual licking.”

“Mutual?” Sirius raised his eyebrow, his interest peaked.

“You know…” Remus shrugged. “I kind of wondered what it tasted like, your… I mean Pads’…”

Sirius smiled. “The dog cock?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, you make it sound dirty.”

“But it is dirty,” Sirius smirked and leaned over, closer to Remus. “It’s so dirty… you, having that wretched thing in your mouth, sucking on it like your life depended on it. Good God, I could come just by thinking of it.” Sirius shook his head, his long hair flailing around in air.

“Whatever,” Remus rolled his eyes. He pushed Sirius away.

“Wait, wait, wait…” Sirius put his hands on Remus’ chest. “I have an idea! We can… I mean, you and Padfoot can sixty-nine.”

Remus was obviously trying to think of the logistics in his head, straining his forehead.

“Just how are we supposed to manage that?”

“It’s simple,” Sirius had an answer ready. “I’ll be on my back, like this,” he rolled over, still a human, raising his hands and legs up, mimicking a dog. “And your head will be here,” he motioned over his crotch. “And your bits will be in my face, where I’ll be lapping it all up.”

Remus looked at him, tilting his head.

“You have to promise not to bite.”

“When have I ever?!”

“I’m just saying… No biting and no knotting.”

“Ok, ok… do we have a deal?”

“Hm, I guess…” Remus gave in. “Should we shake on it?”

“Yeah, we should.”

Sirius covered himself with the duvet, telling Remus he wasn’t comfortable being watched during the transformation as he ‘didn’t want to scar him for life’.

“I’m pretty much scarred as it is, all things considered.” Remus said nonchalantly.

“Still… some things are better left unseen.” He said as he covered himself up. There was a lot of shuffling underneath it and as soon as Remus uncovered the figure underneath it, he was knocked over by an excited black dog, licking his face.

He licked eagerly, desperately, all over Remus’ face, urging him to open his mouth up. Remus obediently let the rough tongue inside of his mouth, where it licked against his own. Remus whined out, barely able to catch his breath. This was the first time he let Padfoot lick into his mouth like that. It couldn’t be really considered a kiss, but it was the closest thing to it Padfoot was able to offer.

“Let me suck on it, Pads,” Remus reached over to the pink, slobbery tongue, motioning him to stop licking so eagerly. He put his hands on each side of Padfoot’s head, steadying him, as he started sucking on the tongue that was hanging out of his jaws loosely.

He dedicated himself to taking as much of it as he could into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, moaning into it lewdly while Padfoot panted into his mouth with desperate, raggedy breaths. Remus licked it, kissed it, sucked it into his mouth as far as it could go. As he did that, he felt his cock grow larger, turning himself on in the process. Once he finally unlatched from Padfoot’s sore tongue with a loud smack, he was out of breath, as was the dog in front of him. His grey eyes, staring at Remus deeply were the only thing that gave away his true identity, as he looked at him just like Sirius would. It was a conscious look full of desire, anticipation, eagerness to own him. He whined out as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth, wetting it with saliva, giving it a moment to recuperate after Remus’ ministrations.

In a matter of seconds, he was back in Remus’ face, licking into his mouth.

“Ok, ok, my jaw is starting to hurt,” Remus laughed as he grabbed Padfoot’s fur and pulled him away from himself. “We can’t do this all day.”

Padfoot barked out eagerly, looking down at Remus’ crotch.

“Yeah, let’s get to it, Pads.” Remus chuckled. “Let me see what state you are in.” He reached his hand out, stumbling upon half-unsheathed member peeking out from the black fur. His curled up in interest. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

Padfoot made a particularly desperate whine upon hearing this.

Remus tugged on it a few times, trying to make it grow bigger and it was working. Soon, his whole fist was filled out with Padfoot’s fat, red dick, slimy, leaking and hot in his hand.

“Such a good obedient boy for me, Siri… um… Pads…” Remus found it difficult differentiating between the two of them. He had to remind himself that this was Padfoot, although they were essentially the same person. Somehow, it was easier letting all pretences go, letting himself go loose and wild in front of Padfoot, as he made him less conscious of himself than Sirius did.

Padfoot laid on his back, looking at Remus upside-down, panting. His penis was out and ready for the games to begin.

Remus slowly crawled over him, his own cock hanging down, fattened up and leaking, as he reached his hand over to grab Padfoot’s. The dog whined out desperately once they touched, squirming his hips in anticipation.

“My good boy, look at you,” Remus mewled, caressing the fur around it. “Let me see how hard you can get for me. This is good, but I remember you can get even bigger.”

Padfoot nudged at Remus’ crotch, seeking his cock out.

“Yeah,” Remus nudged himself closer. “I also got hard for you. Look what you did to me, Pads.”

The dog licked it once, cleaning it from the leaking precum, causing Remus to shiver. He threw one of his thighs over Padfoot’s head, now bracketing him between his knees so he was perfectly aligned with Remus’ cock and balls. He started licking at them eagerly and Remus thought he won’t be able to last much longer.

He arched his back, lowering himself so that Padfoot had better access to his bits, grabbing his hard, red cock a bit harshly, forcing it to come out of its hiding. Suddenly, what he held in his hand was a proof of just how aroused Padfoot was, pulsing and leaking. Remus gave it an experimental lick and the soft, thin skin felt delicate under his taste buds. The dog whined out in pleasure, stopping what he was doing for just a moment, shivering underneath Remus.

“Oh, Pads, I think I just want to devour it,” Remus keened as he kissed his hardness before he took as much of it as he could into his mouth.

He moaned and breathed around it, feeling it grow even bigger inside of his mouth. He was careful not to scrape his teeth against it, as he slowly tried fitting all of it into his mouth and throat. He swallowed against it, which caused Padfoot to jerk his hips forward particularly enthusiastically.

Remus couldn’t say anything as his mouth was full, so he just tried soothing him by caressing his soft fur, threading his fingers through it, tugging on it a bit, letting Padfoot know he was enjoying it and he could let himself as loose as he needed to be. The dog obviously understood what was expected of him as he thrusted forward more violently, feeding Remus on his cock – over and over and over again. Remus took it all like a champ and he had to chuckle to himself, concluding that right now, he was the one acting like a really good boy.

While this went on, Padfoot worked on doing his own job, licking around Remus’ cock and balls, before he was rewarded with a splash of cum all over his snout. He let out a sound similar to a sneeze, before he started lapping on the spilt seed, cleaning himself and Remus.

While he was reaching his peak, Remus moaned especially obscenely around Padfoot’s cock and by the way it twitched, it was quite telling what was about to happen.

Remus swallowed it all up, not moving an inch while Padfoot shot out hot streams of cum into his throat. There was no sign of knot in sight and Remus wondered if Padfoot could perhaps control these things. He moaned into it, the semen flowing down his throat and it didn’t seem to be and end in sight. Remus wondered if it was a common occurrence, Padfoot being able to produce so much jizz. He did have a huge set of balls on him.

Remus squeezed them experimentally into his palm and was given a new wave of cum to guzzle up. He didn’t regret his curiosity as he kept on kneading the swollen testicles, Padfoot rewarding him with a new shot into his throat every time. It was like he had his own, personal protein shake that was fed to him.

All of the sudden, he was overwhelmed, his jaw started to hurt, his throat was straining and breathing became difficult. He grabbed Padfoot’s fur harshly, trying to unlatch himself from the dick he was suckling on.

Remus was overwhelmed.

“Oh, fuck…” he panted out as he threw himself onto the bed facing up, trying to catch his breath.

Padfoot wiggled next to him, jumping on his feet. The way he was still hard indicated that he was far from finished. It appeared as if he was preparing to beg Remus to let him inside once again. After tasting the sweet tightness of Remus’ forbidden hole once, he seemed to be wanting more.

“You insatiable animal…” Remus said playfully. “We had an agreement to do only this.”

Padfoot whined out, shooting him the most adorable case of puppy eyes Remus has ever seen.

“Stop looking me like that,” Remus whined out. “You know I’ll give you anything when you do that…”

Remus was defeated, although he could barely breathe, he knew what he had to do, prostrate himself in front of Padfoot and let him take him whichever way he wanted. Since he just came, Remus had hoped his next discharge won’t be as massive and the knot might be more manageable.  

“Do you think we can do it in this position?” Remus spread his legs while lying on his back.

Padfoot looked at him, unsure. He bumped his nose towards Remus’ hole and huffed out in disagreement, nudging Remus to turn around.

“What? You want doggy-style? You’re such a cliché, Pads.” Remus shook his head in disbelief.

Remus slowly positioned himself, propped onto his elbows and knees, his ass higher up than the rest of his body.

“Wait, I have to get the lube…” he reached towards the drawer, his hand flinching when he heard Padfoot growl. “Hm? What is it, Pads?”

Padfoot leaned his head over and licked a wet stripe from Remus’ balls all the way across his crack.

“What? You think you can do it?”

Padfoot made a low whining sound, nudging his wet nose at Remus’ entrance.

“Ok, let’s see what you’ve got, big boy.”

Padfoot went from licking to pushing his snout all over Remus’ hole, as Remus twitched against him. The dog was particularly excited about the prospect of fucking Remus again so soon. His tail wiggled in the air as he paced nervously on his feet. He slobbered all over him and although he couldn’t probe with his tongue the same way Sirius could, he instead used his nose to breach Remus entrance. The man squirmed out of pleasure, his knees buckling – it was a strange sensation, having someone’s nose there.

“Come on, Pads, let’s get to it. Give me the real deal…” Remus reached back with his hands and spread himself as much as he could, as he was now propped onto his shoulders and chest, his face almost buried into the mattress.

This time, Padfoot was much more precise than the last. He climbed up against Remus’ back and connected the tip of his cock with Remus’ hole at once. What proved more challenging this time was the slide itself, as Remus was not as stretched out, despite the fact they’ve been shagging like rabbits the whole day. Padfood pushed in with vigour, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, but he finally managed to bury himself deep enough.

“Fuck, I’m so full…” Remus yelped out, trying to relax into it. He adjusted his hips, pushing back a bit, helping Padfoot inside.

The dog started his relentless pace once again, rutting himself into Remus enthusiastically.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Remus couldn’t stay silent as he felt his prostate being probed with each thrust. He closed his eyes and kept on moaning in pleasure.

Padfoot yipped above him, his cock growing bigger and harder. Of course… there was this familiar swelling again.

“Fuck, Pads…” Remus whined, not strong enough to protest. This was obviously an unavoidable part of their mating ritual, it was always destined to end in knotting, Remus was just gullible enough to think Padfoot might have drained himself out and won’t be able to reach this swell again. “Oh, fuck it… just breed me to your heart’s content.”

He might have lost his consciousness, unsure for how long, because when he regained it – it was to a sensation of being licked clean by Padfoot.

His hole was sore, twitching against itself, empty. Just by looking at it, it was obvious that there was something large buried inside of it very recently. Remus turned onto his back slowly, his body limply sprawled across the mattress.

“Pads, if puppies start coming out of me in a few months, I’m going to fucking kill you,” Remus whined out.

Padfoot nuzzled himself next to him, putting one of his large paws over his chest and letting out a pleased moan.

It was satisfying, feeling the warmth against his body, his hands automatically grabbing onto Padfoot’s fur, burying his fingers into it… He wished he could crawl underneath him and hide himself from the rest of the world as he felt safe and protected near him.

“Sirius…” Remus murmured as he dozed into sleep, unaware of the name he has called.

Once he opened his eyes, he was facing a very much naked and smooth skin touching his own, his nose nuzzling into Sirius’ neck.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Sirius smiled, ruffling his hand through his messy hair.

Remus felt soreness all over his body, unable to move, his only wish was to spend the rest of the day in bed.

“You ruined me…” he groaned out as he nestled further into Sirius.

“Sorry, babe… Padfoot has gotten the better of me.”

“We made a deal, we shook on it… You just had to go and… you know,” Remus rolled his eyes, unable to say the words out loud.

“You could have said no,” Sirius pointed out. It was not like he forced himself on Remus, as far as he can remember, Remus was very much into it last night.

“How can I say no when you looked at me like that with your damn puppy eyes?”

“It was Padfoot!”

Remus smiled, looking at Sirius’ eyes, the only thing that was unmistakably his, even when he was a dog.

“Of course,” Remus said in defeat. “Let’s blame it on all Padfoot.” He wondered if Sirius had trouble in school due to eating his own homework all the time.

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“Jamie and Reggie will meet us in the park,” Sirius explained as he stretched himself out, Remus’ robe dragging itself behind him, more like a cape than anything else, since he didn’t even bother to tie it up around his waist, his dick flopping freely between his legs.

“Oh, are they back from their weekend away?”

Sirius looked at Remus comically, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh!” He finally figured what Remus was talking about. “That was a lie to get you to take me in for a few days. They probably spent it lounging around the house, or doing something similar to what we were doing.”

Remus looked at him in confusion.

“You guys lied?!”

“Yeah,” Sirius said, almost proudly. “It was Reggie’s idea. He said we should just push me onto you and hope for the best.”

Remus didn’t know if he should be offended at that. Liars and schemers, the bunch of them.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Sirius puckered up his lips and leaned over to kiss Remus on the cheek with a loud smack. “Everything worked out perfectly fine, I was successfully pushed onto you. Or better yet… into you.” He wiggled hies eyebrows suggestively.

“I remember you having a bit of a hard time doing that, at least on the first attempt.” Remus reminded him of Padfoot’s struggles to get in.

“Hey!” Sirius pushed him playfully. “In the end I managed to get in quite right. A few times at that.” He announced proudly.

“Whatever…” Remus huffed out.

“Speaking of,” he moved closer to Remus, putting an arm around him, his whole body curling into him. He fluttered his lashes at him seductively and made a muffled moaning sound.

“No, Sirius! We really have to get going.”

“Oh, come on, just one quickie before we go.” Sirius frowned, looking absolutely despondent at the rejection. He started making weird whining sounds, something similar to what Padfoot sounded like as he pushed his body against Remus, the robe sliding off his shoulders.

“At least turn yourself into him if you are going to use his tricks.” Remus laughed, ruffling Sirius’ hair.

“Would that help?” Sirius asked hopefully.

“No, it wouldn’t, now get yourself dressed so we can get going. You can borrow my clothes.”

“Um… Remus?” Sirius started hesitantly. “I can’t really go into the streets as myself.”

Remus looked at him, weirded out.

“I’m still a missing person. If someone recognizes me…”

Remus was reminded of the harsh reality. Even though Sirius was never really missing, he was still officially a missing person, his parents filing that fake report a few months ago and the whole region going crazy, trying to find the truth behind the tragic story of the unfortunate young heir, doing their best to find him.

“Oh, shit, I forgot,” Remus caressed his cheek, feeling sorry for him. Even though he himself didn’t care much about the sob story of a missing rich boy, it was different now that he was personally involved with the whole mess of the situation. He felt shattered by the thought of Sirius never being able to walk the streets freely, revealing his true identity.

“We’ll figure something out, don’t worry,” Sirius smiled sadly. “For now, you’ll just have to walk your dog around the town a lot.”

“Do we have to get you a leash and a harness?” Remus figured joking about it was the only way to go about. “By the way, where’s your collar?”

“Kinky!” Sirius snorted as he got up. The collar was nowhere to be found, lost in the middle of their shagging sessions.

“Ok, you get dressed, I’ll get transformed and let’s go, I bet James and Reg can’t wait to meet you.”

“We’ve met already.”

“Yeah, but… they were lying to you and acting all shady. Now they’ll get to meet you for real and we can tell them everything about what we’ve been up to.”

“Surely not everything.” Remus made a freaked-out face.

“Hm, they might learn a thing or two from us. My brother tends to be quite a prude in the sack, going by James’ stories.”

Remus shook his head in disbelief. “Too much information, Sirius. Too much.”

They garnered a few looks, walking like that – a man and his large, unleashed dog, it was really a sight to behold. Especially because Padfoot seemed to be a well-behaved dog, walking close to Remus, looking up at him all the time. Remus’ hand was constantly brushing over his head, letting him know that he’s here.

They came over to the park where they were supposed to meet with the guys, realizing they were early and Remus suggested they walk around the estate first, before they station themselves at the bench where they were planning on meeting by.

“Remus?! Is that you?!” A man yelled out behind them.

Remus turned around hesitantly, not being in the mood to meet anyone, especially not with Sirius slash Padfoot by his side. He tapped Padfoot’s nose, letting him know it’s all under control, as long as he behaves. He didn’t quite get to experience Padfoot around strangers but judging by the display given at the vet’s the other day, there was nothing to worry about.

“Benjy? Hey…” He tried not to sound too disappointed at the sight of Benjy – this guy he knew through his friend Marlene. They sometimes met at house parties or during pub-quiz nights and Benjy was always trying to chat him up.

The guy walked over to them with a huge grin on his face, pulling Remus by his handshake prepared hand into a hug. Padfoot growled once at the sight, making Remus squirm out of the tight grip immediately.

“I didn’t know you had a dog!” Benjy looked at Padfoot quite timidly.

“Yeah… I… well…got him… pretty recently…” Remus stuttered his words, not having an explanation prepared. “This is Padfoot.”

“He’s a big one! Ginormous!”

“Yep… he’s a pretty big boy,” Remus nodded, having more than just Padfoot’s body size in mind.

“Mine’s a shrimp in comparison.”

Remus chuckled, because he had a dirty mind. Padfoot barked once – not too loudly, but just loud enough to make Benjy take a step back.

At that, a small Jack Russell terrier jumped seemingly out of nowhere and startled both Remus and Padfoot. He was overly excited, jumping around them and yipping nervously.

“This is Charlie,” Benjy introduced him.

Everything about Charlie instantly reminded Remus why he wasn’t a dog person in the first place. Loud, attention seeking creatures they were. Nothing like his Padfoot.

“Is he always… like this?” Remus asked, almost disgusted by Charlie’s uncultured display.

“Yeah, he’s a happy boy!” Benjy said proudly.

Remus scoffed his nose at that. Charlie looked absolutely deranged.

“We should let the guys run around and catch up, Remus.” Benjy suggested, getting awfully close to Remus.

Padfoot growled out, nudging his snout into Remus. He had no intention of leaving his side. At the same time, Charlie started sniffing around Padfoot, being especially interested at what his bottom smelled like. Padfoot was irritated with his attempts to sniff him out.

“Um… he’s not really good with other dogs, so I like to keep him close by my side.” Remus tried explaining why he won’t just let Padfoot run around and play with a real dog.

“You should get him on a leash then.” Benjy suggested.

“Yeah, I tried to tell him that just earlier.” Remus said before he could realize what he was saying.

Benjy looked at him in confusion.

“I mean… not him…like to him… he’s a dog, of course, I just… it’s like I was thinking about a leash…” Remus felt his face going red. He was the worst liar ever.

Padfoot’s loud growl interrupted him, both him and Benjy turning their attention to the dogs.

Poor Padfoot was trying to get away from Charlie’s attempts to lick his balls.

Remus was fuming, if anyone had the right to slobber all over Padfoot’s nuts, it was him – exclusively him.

“Hey, get away from him!” He yelled out at the terrier, surprising himself with the voice that came out of him.

Charlie had his tail between his legs, his head slumped, trying to hide himself behind his owner.

“Come on, Remus, he was only playing,” Benjy stepped in his dog’s defence. “Maybe you should get your mongrel spayed so he won’t tempt the others with his huge set of balls. Just cut them off and be done with it.”

Padfoot whined out in horror, hearing those words.

“Oh, fuck off Benjy!” Remus spat out. “Both you and your Duracell rabbit.”

Benjy muttered something to himself and called out to Charlie, who was now keeping his distance from them. Soon, they were gone and Remus realized how worked up he has gotten over this. He felt his heart racing, his veins pulsing, his breath coming out shortened and shallow – fuck.

He leaned down to check how Padfoot was doing.

“Baby?” He ruffled his hands through his fur, unaware of the pet name he has used when talking to him. “Are you ok? Did he lick your balls?” There was nothing strange about this image to anyone looking from the side-lines – just a man comforting his dog after being borderline sexually abused by another dog. Pretty standard, right?

Padfoot made a sad whining sound, nuzzling his snout into Remus’ neck, appreciating the attention and the concern.

“I’m so sorry, Pads, I should have kicked that stupid squirrel the minute he started sniffing around.”

Padfoot wagged his tail happily at that, putting his paw up into Remus’ lap. He might have put it just a little bit too close to where Remus’ cock was nestled in his trousers.

“Don’t do that, you know how easily you can get me going,” Remus whispered as he moved his paw away.

Padfoot repeated the motion, almost like he was challenging Remus. As if this wasn’t enough, he licked once over Remus’ face.

“Fuck, Pads…” Remus shook his head, not knowing if he was getting angry or aroused. They were in public, threading a dangerous line.

Padfoot didn’t seem to care, as he knocked Remus over into the grass, climbing over him. He licked his face and neck relentlessly, hovering on top of him, wagging his tail happily while doing these things. His arousal was beginning to be visible from where Remus was laying.

“Shit… you’re leaking already.” Remus bit his lower lip, wanting to suck on the glistening tip.

He turned his head and noticed an elderly lady feeding pigeons and stopping mid-way, giving them an especially dirty look. She couldn’t have possibly seen what was going on with them in detail, since she wasn’t that close and she was wearing glasses, but… This was dangerous, really dangerous.

“Baby, we can’t do this here…” Remus tried pushing him away, but Padfoot wasn’t really in the listening mode. He got really close to Remus’ legs and the way he was starting to move his hips made Remus push him away harder. Once he moved, there was a visible wet patch on Remus’ trousers.

Padfoot whined out, obviously unhappy with this development and looked at Remus pensively, with his huge grey eyes.

“Ok, let’s go somewhere more secluded,” Remus huffed out in defeat as he led him towards the bushes nearby.

Once they were far enough from the pigeon lady and the rest of the possible voyeurs, Remus crouched down next to him, explaining some ground rules – they had to be quick and quiet, Remus would go as far as taking his pants down just enough to expose his ass and Padfoot would be allowed to hump him. But no penetration and with that - and this was important to point out – no knotting.

“If you break the rules, I’ll take Benjy’s advice and have you neutered,” he tried sounding threatening, but it gained nothing but an endeared lick on the nose from Padfoot. “Seriously… Sirius!” Remus called his name out, just to prove a point. “I’m not joking – if you go against what I just said, we’re done.”

Padfoot barked out once, Remus hoping this was him agreeing to the rules he’s set out.

Just to be sure, Remus looked around once more. There seemed to be no one around and they were hidden in the darkest part of the park. A lot was on the stake here, if someone was to walk in on them, they were risking arrest for Remus and being taken away to the pound for Padfoot.

Remus pulled his trousers and underwear just enough to have his ass exposed, as he was kneeling on the ground. He positioned himself so that his ass was in the air, totally bare. Padfoot was on him in no time, his huge paws digging into his back, dirtying his jacket, his lower half excited for what was about to come.

“Come on, be a good boy and rub yourself onto me, yeah,” Remus arched his back some more and looked for a perfect angle.

Once he felt the erected penis slide over his crack, he relaxed his body completely.

“Oh, yeah, Pads, just like that…” He encouraged him and the dog quickened his pace. He kept on thrusting and sliding over Remus’ ass, probing but not going into his hole, leaking precum all over it and thus making the slide much easier. It grazed over Remus’ balls and perineum with each thrust and Remus felt his own cock reaching full hardness. Fuck, perhaps they can bend the rules a bit and end it with Padfoot giving him a quick lick once he’s finished.

Padfoot’s breaths were hitched, as if he struggled, working hard on keeping himself from just ramming it into Remus at once. Rules were rules though and despite being a dog, Sirius was the one currently holding the reins.

“Fuck, this is so good…” Remus closed his eyes as he moved his hips back, trying to feel as much friction as he could. “Baby…”

Padfoot kept on his relentless pace, sliding over Remus and trying to get himself off, his penis growing bigger and bigger, filling out with blood.

“Oh, this is just purely animalistic, don’t you agree, James—”

“—quite so, yes.”

Remus was startled by the voices, opening his eyes up and trying to stop what they were doing.

“Stop, Pads… fuck.”

Padfoot didn’t seem to mind the company, as he kept his ministrations with the same vigour, his only purpose being getting himself off.

“Don’t stop on our account.” Regulus yawned, looking away, completely unphased by the scene before him.

“You’re lucky it’s just us,” James chuckled, his face lightly blushed.

“Padfoot, stop!” Remus tried squirming himself out of Padfoot’s grip, once again, without success.

“I think Remus has had enough,” James nudged Regulus.

“Oh, quit it, Sirius, you’re being quite uncouth.” Regulus stepped over and kicked his brother off of Remus in a pretty calm manner, despite giving him quite a violent kick.

Padfoot flew a good few feet, emitting a painful whine, and Remus couldn’t but feel sorry for him. Still, he used this situation to quickly pull his pants up and tuck himself back in. He wiped the dirt off of his knees and adjusted his jacket. He finally made eye-contact with James. Ugh, this was humiliating.

“Hi,” James nodded politely, being equally embarrassed.

“Hey…” Remus barely gritted through his teeth, stroking his neck in an awkward attempt to calm himself down.

“Can’t you be normal just for once?” Regulus hissed in the background.

Remus turned around to check if Padfoot was ok and he was quite surprised with this new development. Sirius, the human, was laying on the ground, his cock hard and strained against his stomach.

“Fuck, Reg, you don’t have to kick so brutally,” he was holding his sides, panting. “I think you cracked my rib.”

“You should be praising the ground this man walks on, not push him into it.”

“Reg has a mean kick,” James looked at Remus apologetically, and something in his eyes was telling him he’d experienced it first-hand.

“He wanted it just as much as I did!” Sirius explained as he stood up and motioned to Remus, still naked and hard but not minding it much, apparently. “I’m not some kind of an animal who’ll simply throw themselves at people against their will!”

“I doubt he wanted that!” Regulus pointed at Sirius’ hard-on. “I know you were thinking of knotting him, Padfoot doesn’t have much control over his urges.”

“Padfoot has perfect self-control, thank you very much!” Sirius shouted out. “Tell him, Remus!”

“Really?” Regulus looked at Remus with a deadpan expression on his face. “You want this? This man right here? And the dog that he is?” He nudged his head towards Sirius.

Remus looked at Sirius, standing in front of him, dishevelled. He might have met him under dubious circumstances, but Sirius was nothing but sincere with him in this short time that he knew him. There was something endearing and vulnerable about him that made him want to pull him into a tight embrace and never let go of him. Human or dog, it was just the same – he wanted him, all of him.

He felt a smile creeping up his face and he couldn’t fight it.

“Yes…” Remus said quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. “I want this man and this dog. He can turn into whatever and I’ll keep wanting him.”

Sirius looked back at him with a huge grin on his face. He looked more like Padfoot than Sirius in this moment, despite currently being human.

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Ugh, this one’s a goner.” He spoke to James about Remus, like he wasn’t standing right there next to them.

“Isn’t this what we wanted? For Sirius to find someone who’ll accept him as he is?” James reminded him.

“Yeah but… ugh…” Regulus seemed to be having some kind of an internal fight going on. “Whatever! Change back into the mutt and let’s get out of here.” He ordered his brother and turned on his heel.

James looked at Remus, shrugging.

“Welcome to the family, Remus!”

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Padfoot waited patiently, as much as he could at least, sprawled out on his back, panting, his cock hard and leaking, ready for Remus to get to it finally. The man above him hovered carefully, his legs spread out, bracketing the dog, his knees digging into to mattress on each of his sides. This was an experiment, one that they both hoped will turn out to be a success.

“If you told me this was about to get this difficult, I wouldn’t have insisted…” Remus huffed out as he grabbed Padfoot’s leaking cock into his hand.

The dog whined out in anticipation, pistoning his hips up in the air, unable to wait much longer.

“Jesus, Pads…” Remus snorted, endeared by the eagerness.

Remus was the one who suggested they try it out in this position, Sirius not really being into it at first, explaining how – if Remus just wants to get a good ride, he can give it to him (as he did a few times already) and how Padfoot should be left to do what he’s best at – mounting and taking Remus from behind, like how dogs are supposed to. In the end, Sirius said fuck it, letting Remus take the reins and do whatever he wanted to.

“Fuck, Pads, it’s getting in.”

Padfoot squirmed underneath him, panting, his tip already breaching the tight hole, guided by Remus’ steady hand.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Remus mewled as he slid onto the thick red cock, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. It was that feeling of being breached that made his whole body shiver.

Once the callous member was in up to the hilt, he didn’t even have to move, Padfoot doing the rest of the job, thrusting up into him like his life depended on it. The dog hit his target each time, fast and relentless, spreading Remus out as much as he could.

Remus leaned forward, seeking friction for his neglected cock, rubbing it against Padfoot’s coarse coat, leaving traces of precum in it. Once Padfoot didn’t need his assistance any more, he used his hand to jerk himself off, pushing his cock down into the thick dark hair.

“Yeah, Pads, you fuck me so good,” he praised his partner, enjoying how full he has made him feel. “You can pop your knot out if you want to.”

Padfoot didn’t need to be told twice as something inside of him seemed to snap, when he buried himself into Remus and stayed there, his cock suddenly fattening up at the base and locking itself inside of Remus.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy, you do everything I tell you to,” Remus whined out, pushing his hips down into Padfoot, causing more friction between them. “You deserve a reward, boy.”

Padfoot made a licking motion, calling Remus to come down and meet his face, asking for the reward he has been promised, right then and there. Remus followed the instructions and soon, he was showered with wet licks spread out all over his face.

“Ah, Pads, fuck me just like that,” he whined out as Padfoot expertly hit his prostate with each of his thrusts.

Remus opened his mouth and let his massive tongue inside, letting him lick inside, as deep as he wanted to. They were panting and moaning, on one side connected with their mouths, exchanging their saliva, while the other side was joined together tightly, a new wave of Padfoot’s cum ready to overflow Remus’ insides.

He came long and hard, pushing in relentlessly, filling him up to the brim and then some more. Although the knot clung onto Remus’ entrance tightly, some of the jizz still managed to drip out of him.

Remus couldn’t speak, for his mouth was plentifully occupied, but if he could, he’d announce how he was about to reach his own peak. Padfoot didn’t need the warning, he could already predict it, judging by the way Remus started spasming around him, twitching and trembling. His cock spilled all over Padfoot’s belly, tarnishing the black fur in sticky, white spunk.

Remus’ release couldn’t compare to Padfoot’s as the dog’s was still going on, long after Remus was done. They stayed connected even when Remus slumped down onto him, careful not to crush him.

“Fuck, this is so good…” He murmured into the crook of Padfoot’s neck, nuzzling his nose into the fur. He closed his eyes and felt sudden shuffling beneath him and before he knew it, he realized he was sprawled against Sirius, his nose still being buried into jet black hair, only this time they were Sirius’ long dark locks that he was nuzzled in.

“Hey, there…” Sirius said in a low, raspy voice, blissfully fucked out.

“Did you just—” Remus raised his head up in confusion.

“Sorry, it happens sometimes when I get overwhelmed,” Sirius explained his sudden transformation.

“But you’re still—”

“Inside of you, yeah,” Sirius caressed his hair. “Just go to sleep, it’s fine.”

“This was good, right?” Remus smiled shyly, burying his head back into Sirius neck. He dug his teeth into Sirius’ soft skin as he sucked around it hungrily.

“We said no biting!” Sirius whined out, not doing anything to stop him.

“It doesn’t apply to me biting you…” Remus explained as he finally unlatched from Sirius’ skin. This was definitely going to leave teeth marks and a bruise on his pale skin.

“Babe… you’re such a tease,” Sirius chuckled and kissed his temple. He squirmed around a bit, adjusting himself. Now that his knot was gone, he could slip out of Remus whenever he wanted to, yet he still decided to stay inside for just a moment longer, despite the fact he’s gone limp. Considering this was Sirius, he’ll probably get hard again very soon, so why not just stay there, since it’s where he’ll ultimately end up anyway.

Remus woke up in the middle of the night, feeling dizzy. The alarm clock on his nightstand said it was too early to be awake and the snoring figure next to him was a living and breathing proof of that, as he was usually the one who would wake up first and bring Remus his coffee to bed.

This was a common occurrence now – Sirius Black spending the night tangled up in his sheets, whether in his human or dog form, he was always there. Remus felt warm around his heart just thinking about it, or at least he would if he didn’t have this sudden urge to puke his guts out right now.

He rushed over to the bathroom and barely managed to reach the toilet as it started gushing out of him in waves.

“Shit…” He breathed out heavily as he clung onto the toilet seat, his knuckles going white from the strain. The last time he felt like this was when he went out with Marlene and Dorcas and returned home absolutely smashed, after mixing whiskey and limoncello, the worst combination ever – one that forced him to hug the toilet seat for the rest of the day and then some.

As far as he could remember, he didn’t eat or drink anything suspicious today. They ordered pizza and spent a quiet night watching the telly, after which they fucked like animals, one more literally than the other, going to sleep once they were finished with their activities.

“Remus?” A sleepy Sirius emerged from the darkness of the hallway, rubbing his eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, go back to bed,” Remus waved him away, not wanting to be seen in this state.

“Babe?” Sirius didn’t quite believe him as he approached him cautiously. “You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Remus rolled his eyes. Aren’t those just the words one wants to hear from their lover?

“Babe…” Sirius crouched next to him in concern. He removed Remus’ hair from his forehead and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I’m just feeling a little under the weather…” Remus shrugged. Now when he thought about it, he wasn’t feeling quite well the other morning as well, feeling like he was going to faint at one point. He played it down as not getting enough sleep and went on about his day like nothing has happened.

Sirius kissed his temple. “Do you feel like you need to puke some more?”

Remus shook his head. “Not right now.”

He took Remus by hand and led him to the sink, helping him wash up. His touch felt soft on Remus’ cold skin, somehow relaxing and soothing. Remus felt his heart skip a beat.

“Let’s go back to bed,” Sirius looked around the bathroom and grabbed a basin. ”If you need to retch some more, use this.”

“Thanks…” Remus said quietly, following Sirius.

He puked two more times until the morning, Sirius emptying and washing up the basin each time. He brought him a washcloth to wipe him up, constantly checking if he was perhaps running a fever.

Remus had his own doubts about this, ones that he couldn’t say out loud, simply for how absurd they appeared to be. It was ridiculous, just thinking about it and he’d sound like a proper fool, uttering them out loud. Still, if things such as magic were real, then who said this couldn’t happen either.

He bit his lip, pondering about whether he should voice his concerns out to Sirius or not.

Sirius, being as intuitive as he was, couldn’t help but notice something was bothering Remus. Something other than just this sudden illness.

“Tell me,” Sirius sat on the bed next to him, watching him in concern. He took his hand into his own, squeezing it gently, letting him know he was there for him.

“Tell you… what?” Remus was confused by the unfinished question.

“What’s on your mind?”

Remus squirmed on the bed uncomfortably, pulling the covers up to his chest with his free hand. He suddenly felt very exposed and not because he was sitting there naked. He thought Sirius was able to read his mind somehow, but if he was able to do that, he wouldn’t have asked him what was bothering him, he’d just know it already.

“There seems to be something on your mind,” Sirius leaned into him, caressing his hair. “You know you can tell me everything.”

Remus looked up in hesitation, those big grey eyes piercing right through him. They were his biggest weakness, those big, seductive orbs that were luring him in, asking him to drown himself in them.

“I just thought…” he started. “Ok, before I say anything, I know how stupid this will sound, so don’t laugh.”

Sirius smiled gently.

“Promise you won’t laugh.” Remus said sternly.

“I would never, I promise.” Sirius said and he meant it.

“I’m just warning you, it might sound ridiculous…”

“Remus, please, just tell me what it is.”

Remus paused for a moment and took a deep breath. Ok, there it goes.

“What if I’m… I mean, you came so much in me every time. Both as you and as Padfoot. And with all these magic things surrounding you and your family history, what if…” He hoped Sirius might catch on what he was trying to tell him, but Sirius didn’t.

“Remus?”

“What if I’m pregnant?”

Sirius shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t laugh, nor did he find Remus’ concerns funny. He didn’t say anything, just looked at Remus in concern.

“Sirius, please say something! Please tell me I’m being stupid about it and that there’s no way in hell that this could happen.”

Sirius huffed out a strangled breath.

“I don’t know, we have to call Reg.”

Chapter Text

Regulus paced up and down Remus’ small bedroom, the look on his face not being a least bit optimistic. James was seated on the windowsill, looking out into the street, but looking just as concerned as the rest of them. For a moment, everyone was dead silent, as if they were weighing what to say next, after Remus has voiced them his concerns.

Remus just wished they would laugh at him, tell him he was being ridiculous for even thinking this was a possibility. He wished they’d start talking about how impossible the mere thought of it was, how there wasn’t even a 0.01 per cent chance for this to happen, not even as a result of some kind of weird magic spell. But in the world where people could turn into dogs, who said that men couldn’t get pregnant by those same dogs. Remus went pale just at the thought of it – this was going to be one awkward call back home, telling his mum and dad he got knocked-up by a mutt he happenned to stumble upon in the middle of the street one night, took him home and let him fuck his brains out over and over again, enjoying it quite profusely.

“I mean, I don’t know,” Regulus shrugged, finally speaking out. He looked at Remus, feeling sorry for him, wanting to find the right words to comfort him, but not being able to do so.

“You’re a med student!” Sirius reminded him. “You should know!” He said almost accusatory. What was the point of you going to a fancy school for six years, when you're not able to answer a simple question – is Remus pregnant or not?

“Medically, it’s impossible, but magically…” Regulus sighed, deciding to disregard his brother's remarks.

“There’s never been a case reported.” James chimed in, suddenly turning around from where he was sitting.

“Just because nobody reported it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” Regulus snapped at him. He was more of a glass half empty kind of a guy, not wanting to give hope where there was none.

“Reg, I’m just saying…”

“What are your symptoms?” Regulus ignored James and turned his attention to Remus who was curled up on the bed, Sirius sitting by his side, holding his hand.

“I’ve been feeling dizzy… Puked a few times.” Remus shrugged. “I’ve almost fainted yesterday at work.”

“At work? Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” Sirius jumped up, squeezing his hand a little bit too hard.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Remus sighed out.

“Are your nipples sore?” Regulus blurted out the question.

“Reg, come on, you can’t ask him that!” Sirius rolled his eyes, squeezing Remus’ hand even harder.

Remus felt his cheeks blushing. His nipples have been sore lately, but they’ve mostly been sucked on by Sirius relentlessly, both as himself and as Padfoot, so there was no way to find out if this was as a result of that or if there was another reason behind it.

“A bit, I don’t know…” Remus said shyly. Luckily, he was wearing a t-shirt, or else he’d probably faint from embarrassment if he had his nipples exposed and everyone just started staring at them. He could swear they were reddish and perched up from all the teasing they’ve been through.

“Have you gained some weight?”

“I don’t think so,” he said. As a matter of fact, he didn’t eat as much not really having the time for it, being to busy shagging Sirius in every spare moment they had. Fuck, perhaps they should put nutrition first and sexual satisfaction second.

“We should go to the doctor’s, this obviously exceeds Reggie’s medical abilities.” James came to a conclusion.  “No offence, hun.” He offered him an apologetic half-smile, half-shrug, just in case, knowing how offended Regulus can get, having his abilities questioned.

Regulus rolled his eyes but didn’t disagree.

“I’ll see if Poppy can squeeze us in,” he took his phone out and went to the kitchen to make a phone call, James following him immediately.

Once they were alone in the bedroom, Sirius offered Remus a sad smile, constantly caressing his back, trying to soothe him. He was so close to him, that he was almost sitting in his lap.

“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry,” he whispered into Remus’ ear softly.

“We’re not ready to be parents, Sirius, especially not… like this.” Remus whined out, different scenarios going through his mind. First of all, his flat wasn’t big enough for one person, let alone for a family of at least three people.

“Shh, it’s ok,” Sirius kissed the top of his head, pulling him in. “If it turns out that… you are indeed expecting… I’m going to do my best to be there for you and the…” Sirius didn’t know what word to use for their potential offspring. Baby? Whelp? Pup? It was rather confusing.

Remus suddenly snorted out a snotty, strained laugh.

“Fuck… this would be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucked up…” Remus whined out desperately, burying his face into the crook of Sirius’ neck, a mix of tears and drool slobbering all over the tender place.

Sirius pulled him closer, hugging him with his whole body.

“Babies… Puppies… whatever might grow inside of you and come out of you, I’m going to love them just the same,” Sirius said as he buried his nose into Remus’ hair, taking a deep breath, trying to inhale as much of Remus’ smell as he could. It was his inner Padfoot that wanted to sniff it all in, to overflow all of his senses with Remus.

“The same way I love you.” He said like it was nothing, the words simply flowing out of him with ease.

Remus froze at the words, raising his head up in panic and releasing himself from Sirius’ embrace.

“What is it, baby?” Sirius asked, confused. He had no clue why the sudden dread appeared on Remus’ face.

“You love me?” Remus asked, his lower lip trembling. To hear those words, said out so lightly as if they were a given – it made Remus’ entire body tremble. He didn’t know if he’d be able to take it in case Sirius said them without really, truly meaning them.

“Of course, I love you, Remus. I love you with all of my being,” Sirius said matter-of-factly. He looked a little hurt, wondering how Remus even dared to question it. The hurt turned into fear when it dawned on him Remus might not feel the same. He squirmed where he was sitting, straightening up, his breath becoming uneven. Before he could say something, demand an answer from Remus, ask him if he does not feel the same intensity of feelings towards him, he was startled by Remus practically throwing himself onto him.

“Thank God, because I love you so much I could die,” Remus cried out, hovering over Sirius as he had him pinned down into the mattress.

“Oh, thank fuck!” Sirius snorted out, throwing his head back in relief.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” Remus started kissing his face, laying sloppy and hungry kisses all over him, wanting to devour him and own him forever, whispering a little ‘I love yous’ between every kiss.

Sirius gave into the sensation, relaxing his body into it and letting Remus do whatever he desired. He wrapped his legs around Remus, pulling him closer, locking him in. Remus began pushing his hips into him, searching the friction. The layers of clothes between them started to become an obstacle, but neither of them took the initiative to start taking them off just yet. They knew they didn’t have enough time to do the real thing, as James and Regulus were about to come back any second now, so they decided to use the little window they had to do as much as they could.

Remus rutted against Sirius’ ass, moaning out sweet nothings into his ear as he slowly focused his attention to Sirius’ neck, showering it with kisses before he focused on a spot just above Sirius’ jugular and started sucking on it intensely.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Sirius moaned out, pushing his hips up, searching for more friction.

“Sirius…” Remus unlatched for just a moment before he went back to sucking, all the while pushing his clothed erection into Sirius with intent to get himself off.

“Fuck into me, baby, yeah…” Sirius kneaded his fingers into Remus’ curls, tugging and pulling on them. “I want you to come for me just like this,” he keened, throwing his head back, exposing his neck some more, letting Remus dig his teeth into him.

Remus didn’t waste a second as he bit right into the milky white neck offered to him, his hips giving that final push at the same time his teeth broke the surface of the soft skin.

“Fuck!” Sirius growled out, reaching his own peak at the same time.

“Mhm,” Remus could offer just a muffled moan as he kept on pushing his hips into his lover, almost violently, riding out his orgasm.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, not again!” Regulus shouted out from the doorway, as he walked into the lewd scene playing out on the bed.

“At least no one can get pregnant this way,” James scratched his head as he tried to look away from the entangled bodies, still panting and rutting into each other, like him and Regulus weren’t even there.

“Oh, come off it, James!” Regulus turned on his heel and walked out. “I’ll be waiting in the car!”

“Hey, you guys… when you’re ready, we should go, Poppy is waiting for us,” James suggested, shyly, purposely trying not to engage into eye-contact.

Remus finally sat up, his hair sticking out on all sides, moving away from Sirius who looked positively fucked out between the sheets and pillows.

“I just have to change…” he looked at his crotch, squirming a little uncomfortably.

“Yeah… we’ll be waiting in the car, hurry up.”

“I need a minute before I can turn…” Sirius panted out from where he was sprawled out. He raised his hand up, rubbing it over the fresh bite mark left on his neck.

“Sorry,” Remus looked at the bruised skin apologetically. He touched it gently with the tips of his fingers, earning a low moan from Sirius.

“Don’t be… this is so hot,” Sirius growled out as he urged Remus’ fingers to dig into it some more.

“Just hurry the fuck up or Reggie will castrate you!” James yelled from the door as he slammed them behind himself.

“Shit!” Sirius looked up at Remus, laughing.

“Maybe we should be more considerate towards them?” Remus said, feeling sorry for what they've put them through.

Sirius shrugged, despondently.

“Let them wait some more… We need to finish this properly. Get you cleaned up, preferably with my mouth.” He licked his lips and focused at Remus’ crotch.

Remus quickly jumped out from his trousers and boxers, releasing his wet, limp dick from its confinements. Before he realized, there was a dog sitting in front of him.

“Jesus, you’re quick!” He shook his head in disbelief at panting Padfoot, wagging his tail, looking forward to licking him clean.

Remus sat back on the bed, leaning himself back on his elbows, spreading his legs just enough to make enough space for Padfoot.

Padfoot started licking immediately, determined to clean him up, to lap up every single drop of Remus’ cum.

“Fuck, Pads, you’re going to make me hard again,” Remus squealed out as he started thrusting his hip up. His cock grew bigger every time Padfoot licked a wet stripe, dragging his coarse tongue over it.

Padfoot made a satisfying sound, as he licked faster and faster, his tongue slipping lower and lower towards Remus’ balls.

“Oh, yeah, just there, baby…” Remus didn’t even notice when he raised his legs up, exposing his hole and balls to Padfoot. His tongue suddenly switched completely – from licking his cock and balls, to focusing solely on Remus’ entrance.

It happened in a matter of seconds – a simple ‘clean up job’ turned into a full-on shagging session as Padfoot had his forelegs on the bed, pushing his hips and his throbbing member closer and closer to Remus, until he was penetrating him.

“Fuck, Pads, oh fuck!” Remus threw his head back into the mattress, closing his eyes and spreading his legs as wide as he could, not doing anything to stop Padfoot from fucking him.

The dog continued his ministrations, swaying his hips back and fort in an inhuman speed, pushing his engorged cock as far as it would go.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, come inside of me,” Remus encouraged him, knowing that if he’s perhaps with child, some extra semen won’t really make much of a difference.

Padfoot let out a particularly desperate whine, once his peak was close and his knot was set in its place. He hovered over Remus, knowing they won’t be done for at least another half an hour.

“The guys are going to kill us,” Remus panted out, adjusting himself underneath Padfoot.

He just hoped they’ll be able to figure out what was going on up here and will have enough patience to wait for them in their car.

Chapter Text

Two hours later, the four of them found themselves inside of Dr.Pomfrey’s office, or more accurately, Remus was sitting on the bed, wearing a light paper gown; Sirius was sitting on the floor, panting, disguised as Padfoot; James was standing and listening to what the doctor had to say carefully, while Regulus was frowning in the corner, determined that he was still angry at Sirius and Remus for making them wait in the parking lot for a whole hour.

The fact that, during the entire ride to the doctor’s office Padfoot kept on humping Remus’ leg on the backseat of James’ car, only further annoyed him and made him curse out Sirius a few times, threatening him with a trip to the vet’s office where he’d have his testicles removed.

“We should know more once we have the blood results ready,” The doctor, Poppy, said as she unclasped the blood pressure monitor from Remus’ arm. “Your blood pressure is normal. Heart rate is a bit raised.”

“I’m just nervous…” Remus said, shyly. He could literally hear his heart beating in his ears. It wasn’t easy, coming here, waiting to hear if his life was about to change forever or not. Not to mention the embarrassment he’d have to endure in case the doctor was about to discover he was indeed pregnant.

“He’s never been to our kind of doctor,” James explained.

“Oh, honey, it’s the same as a regular doctor,” Poppy explained to Remus calmly. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Can we just go through with the ultrasound already?” Regulus snapped from the background, impatient.

“Slow down, Regulus, we’re getting to it,” Poppy shook her head, laughing. “Oh, and Sirius, honey, you’re free to change back if you want to, you’re slobbering all over my floor and it’s kind of unhygienic.” She said not even looking at the dog, as she went through her drawer looking for something.

The four of them exchanged looks of panic between them, Padfoot even let out a small whine, an acknowledgement of being caught.

“It’s fine, don’t worry, doctors know how to keep a secret. In fact, they are obliged to.” She said, assuring them she was not going to reveal Sirius’ identity.

“Ok, but we need to get him a gown or something,” James said in a panicky tone, reaching for an extra lab coat that was hovering on Poppy’s coat hanger. He’s had enough of looking at Sirius’ dick hanging around freely all the time. Actually, he’d prefer it in its state of limpness, if he was forced to choose, as the alternative was it being hard and stuck inside of Remus most of the time, and that was not something he’d like to witness again. Catching Padfoot knotted and glued to Remus as he filled him up with seed, as he came up to see what’s taking them that long, was enough to scar him for life.

It's his fault for not closing his eyes though, just as Remus was closing his now, for he was not to witness Sirius at his transformation.

Soon enough, Sirius was standing right next to the bed, dressed in a white lab coat, his face worried and reaching out to hold Remus’ hand. He hoped his long hair would cover the visible bruise on his neck, not wanting for Poppy to see it. Just in case, he put his free hand over it. As if the way he fawned over Remus too eagerly and possessively, constantly touching him and asking if he was ok, wasn’t a dead giveaway of their more than platonic relationship.

“Remus, dear, why don’t you lie down so I can get you ready for the ultrasound,” Poppy said as she prepared the gel to cover his stomach in. She looked at Regulus knowingly as if to ask him if he was satisfied with the ultrasound being on the menu at last.

“Ugh, it’s cold,” Remus squirmed once he was covered in the transparent, sticky gel. He felt exposed lying there only in his boxers, the underwear pulled all the way down to his pelvic bone, only his dick being covered, but it felt easier with Sirius holding his hand throughout the process, hovering over him.

“We should take one of these bottles home with us, we’re running out of lube,” Sirius whispered into Remus’ ear as he lowered himself next to him, his hair falling into Remus’ face.

“Shut up, babe,” Remus threw his head back and tried not to laugh, but this sure helped with relaxing him a bit. Feeling the feather-light touches of Sirius hair on his face and neck, as well as breathing in his familiar soothing smell, made him feel easier. He decided that, if he was to end up having to give birth by any chance, he wanted Sirius this close to him and, if the pain became too much, he’d definitely dig his teeth into him, punishing the guy for knocking him up so recklessly.

The doctor luckily didn’t hear their little exchange, nor could she read Remus’ mind, focused at the screen as she pushed the ultrasound probe onto Remus’ stomach, scanning his insides carefully.

“Hm… this is unusual,” she murmured to herself as she focused on a particular spot. She probed around the same place a few time, just to make sure she was seeing it right, adjusting her glasses in the process.

Sirius looked at the screen, not sure what he was looking at.  

“Is this our…” he asked Remus, confused. “Our baby?” he whispered the words out. His lip trembled for a faintest of moments.

“Your lower bowels seem to be filled with some kind of liquid substance, it does worry me a bit,” Poppy suddenly spoke out.

“Oh?” Remus raised his eyebrows in confusion. He figured what the substance was immediately, it could really be only one thing, as Padfoot filled his insides with copious amounts of cum just moments before they arrived here. Although he also managed to clean it out of him, Remus figured a lot of it still stayed buried deep inside of him and this was exactly what Poppy could see on her screen up there. Looking back at it from where they were standing right now, it was a stupid thing to do, so close to a full body check-up.

Sirius looked at him, with the same knowing look on his face. He offered him an apologetic smile.

Regulus cursed something under his breath in the background while James was the only one sane enough to speak.

“Apart from this…  strange liquid…” He cleared his throat before continuing. “There doesn’t seem to be anything else… off?” He dug his shoe into the floor, nervously, making a weird squeaking sound with its rubber sole. “No kidney or bladder stones… or babies?”

“Babies?!” Poppy raised her eyebrows questioningly, like she was taken aback by the question.

“Hah, I’m just joking,” James said awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke.

“I’m a man, there can’t be any babies in me, right, doctor?” Remus asked almost pleadingly.

“Of course not,” Poppy snorted, shaking her head. “Not unless there was an especially strong hex thrown at you with that purpose, and as far as I can see, you’re not under any kind of spell. Should be careful around these lot.” She added the last part playfully, looking at Sirius, James and Regulus.

Sirius frowned, almost offended. “We would never…”

“So, you’re saying, everything’s ok on the ultrasound?” James asked once more, just to make sure.

“As far as I can see, everything else seems fine,” Poppy shrugged, still focused on the screen. “We should take a swab to see what this liquid is—“

“No need!” Sirius yelled out, startling them all. “It’s fine, everything is fine!”

“Sirius, you’re not the patient here,” Poppy reprimanded him.

“No, I agree with Sirius,” Remus said shyly. “I’m suddenly feeling much better!” Remus jumped up from where he was laying, pulling his gown back down.

Poppy looked at them in confusion. Her eyes seemed to linger on Sirius’ neck, and in that moment, her facial expression softened.

“Ok, no swabs, but we still have to check your blood results, so don’t go anywhere.” Poppy turned off the ultrasound machine and went to the laboratory to check if the blood results were ready.

“That’s a relief, huh?” Regulus said as he stood up. “I guess I’m not going to be an uncle just yet.”

“We would have been the best uncles in the world,” James smiled, relieved. “But I’m glad it’s not happening right now.”

Remus had a huge grin on his face. “Trust me, no one is more relieved than me.” He breathed out loudly, shaking his head.

Sirius sighed, his face suddenly falling down. “I must admit, I was kind of looking forward to having someone to play fetch with.” He looked at Remus sadly.

“You can’t be serious, Sirius!” Remus shook his head in disbelief.

“It’s just… the thought of you carrying our…” he put his hand on Remus’ flat stomach. “The product of our love,” he said as he connected their foreheads together. “A part of me wanted this to happen.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Regulus had a hissy fit in the background.

“Reggie, please,” James walked over to him, giving him a half-hug, trying to calm him down.

“This is fucking ridiculous, James!”

“Shh, honey, they are in love, you know what that’s like,” James shushed him.

“We’re not like that! We’re… normal!” Regulus gritted out through his teeth. “I don’t want you to impregnate me!”

James’ face slumped a bit. “Come here,” he pulled Regulus closer, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. “Sirius is finally happy, let him have it.” He murmured into his hair, finally managing to calm Regulus down.

Poppy returned with the test results, informing them that Remus had an unusually high concentration of protein in his body.

“You seem to have protein poisoning, due to high protein intake,” she explained. “This caused the nausea and vomiting.”

“Oh,” Remus listen to her carefully.

“I’ll give you some pills and everything should be back to normal.”

“Oh, that’s a relief,” Remus sighed, finally feeling relieved.

“Have you been consuming a lot of protein lately?” She asked.

“Um… no that I’m aware of, no…” Remus lied. He had flashbacks to all the times he guzzled up Sirius’ seed in the past few days. He sure took more protein into his body than it was necessary. “I might have had a few… protein shakes, though.” He answered uncomfortably.

Sirius looked at him knowingly, biting his lower lip nervously.

“Well, try and consume those shakes less frequently.” She started explaining. “The symptoms – nausea, vomiting – that is all the result of heightened protein intake.”

“Oh, I see…” Remus nodded, looking at Sirius. “No more protein shakes, hear that, Sirius?”

“I made you those with a lot of love.” Sirius sighed, looking disappointed.

“I mean you can make them all you want, Remus just has to spit them out.” Regulus murmured out before he was reprimanded by James.

“Hush, love.” He put a hand over his mouth. “Let’s take the boys back to Remus’ and head home. I’m in the mood to prepare a tasty juicy shake for you.” He whispered only for Regulus to hear.

“Hey, before we go home, can you drop us off at the vet’s?” Sirius asked James, surprising him with the question.

“Um… why?” James looked at him in confusion.

“He probably has fleas,” Regulus murmured out.

“Hey!” Sirius frowned.

“He doesn’t have fleas,” Remus defended him. “The vet said he was a perfect, well kempt dog.”

“You hear that, Reg, I’m a perfect dog!” Sirius announces proudly.

“That aside, why do you want to go to the vet’s?” Remus looked at him weirdly.

“It’s… well… you have to agree to it first, Remus.”

“Oh, please tell me you are going to make an appointment to get yourself neutered,” Regulus chipped in, his expression serious.

“Honey, please…” James nudged him to shut up.

“Fuck off, Reg!” Sirius shot him a death-glare.

“I’m just saying, it can be the perfect solution for you to stop poisoning your boyfriend with your spunk.” Regulus chuckled, entertaining himself with the way Sirius was easily riled up. Considering the trouble his brother has put them through today, he thought it was only fair for him to be on the receiving end of his teasing.

“I’m not… ugh… shut up, Reggie!” Sirius scoffed and decided not to pay any further attention to his younger brother. He was never going to live this down. “What I wanted to ask you, Remus is…”

Remus looked at him, not knowing what was following.

“Ifyouwanttobeputinaspadfootsowner… on my microchip?” Sirius murmured the words, Remus not able to hear what he was saying.

“Sorry, what?” Remus looked at him, not understanding a word, apart from it having to do something with a ‘microchip’.

“I asked… if you’d perhaps want your contacts to be put on my microchip? To have you written down as Padfoot’s owner?”

Remus stopped walking, looking at Sirius in confusion.

“We’re on your microchip, Sirius, you can’t just…” Regulus objected, but his voice sounded more like background noise, James pulling him by the hand, leaving Sirius and Remus to talk this out in privacy.

“Are you serious?” Remus looked at him in awe.

“I’m always Sirius,” he grinned.

“Knock it off, this is not a time to joke around.”

“I’m serious,” Sirius sighed. “I want you to be put in as Padfoot’s owner, in case something happens, and I end up lost again. You don’t have to if—”

Remus didn’t let him finish, pulling him into a kiss immediately.

“Is that a yes?” Sirius asked, panting, once Remus decided to let him breathe a bit.

“It’s a fuck yes,” Remus nodded. “I’d love to be on your microchip.”

“Thank goodness!” Sirius whined out, throwing himself around his neck.

“Just try not to get lost, ok?” Remus asked as he laid another kiss on Sirius’ lips.

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Remus was stirred up from his sleep by something rustling next to him, dipping the mattress to one side. He disregarded it at first and closed his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. Then, there was something poking him in the back. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, so he simply ignored it and tried slowly squirming away from it, but the rod prodding into his backside was relentless, followed by muffled sounds of panting and slobbering right next to his ear, wet liquid dripping down his neck.

He was soon awake enough to know precisely what was going on – it was Padfoot, trying to hump him in his sleep, moving his body with only one thing on his mind. One shove of the elbow to the dog’s front, hitting him right between his ribs, would be enough to wake him up and stop his relentless attempts to copulate, but Remus felt particularly inclined for some late-night fun, deciding to go with the flow. His cock was certainly up for it, more awake than Remus himself, twitching already in his boxer shorts, ready to be taken out any minute now.

Remus wondered how in the hell has he managed to live like a monk, before Sirius turned up and shook his life to its core, getting by with the help of his right hand and an occasional pub hook-up that mostly ended in disappointment. Sirius has awoken a wild and unexplored side in him, one that yearned for sex all the time. Five seconds of panting and a half-hard nudge in the back were all he needed to get in the mood.

The underwear was only getting in the way and Remus slowly slid his hand under the waistband, pulling them off so his cock could spring out of its confinements, into the fresh night air of Remus’ room. His ass was also exposed now, Remus pushing it back, encouraging his partner to proceed. Padfoot growled in pleasure upon sensing the direct skin on skin contact, or in this case foreskin on skin contact, as that unnecessary layer of clothes disappeared from where it was only standing in their way.

He bucked his hips forwards with full force, despite being asleep, his cock trying to find its way into Remus, breach his walls and hit the intended target.

“Jesus, Pads, you deprived animal…” Remus yawned and decided to go with the flow, relaxing his body into Padfoot’s fevered movements.

Remus pushed his ass back, arching his spine and gave free rein to the dog behind him. Padfoot was grunting and almost barking in his sleep, unaware of the sounds he was making, his erect cock thrusting into Remus’ crack, greedily asking to be given more and more friction. His snout nuzzled into Remus’ neck, leaving pools of saliva all over the pillowcase beneath them.

If he had to admit, the feeling was amazing, having Padfoot’s hot body pressed into his, rocking into him with wild intensity. In his state of sleep, he was less inclined to hold himself back, just pushing against Remus violently, demanding him to surrender. The heat that his body emitted engulfed Remus completely as he kicked the duvet off their bodies completely, starting to feel too hot underneath it.

“Ah!” Remus moaned out as he threw his head back, opening his mouth up and offering his tongue to be taken, letting Padfoot taste it, instead of hungrily slurping on his ear. Their tongues met in a wet dance, making obscene squelching sounds that echoed throughout Remus’ small bedroom. It was a hungry, greedy exchange, to the point where Remus figured there wasn’t a thing that he wouldn’t let this man, or currently- this dog, do to him.   

In the state he was in right now, Padfoot couldn’t aim for Remus’ hole, so he just poked around it sloppily, getting the needed friction from Remus’ ass cheeks. He grew bigger and wider, hot against Remus’ wet skin, drenched in his leaking precum. It’s tip caught on Remus’ twitching hole a few times, but didn’t have enough momentum to penetrate it, despite Remus’ best efforts to position himself just in his way.

For a moment, Remus wanted to fetch the ultrasound gel they’ve stolen from Poppy’s office and kept somewhere in the drawer to stretch himself out with his fingers, making it easier for Padfoot to insert it, but he didn’t want to disrupt him from his eager thrusts and manoeuvres. He decided this would be enough for now – this could perhaps serve only as a foreplay of what was to be a long and exhausting night spent doing nothing else but consuming each other to the point of utter exhaustion

Sooner or later, this game will end in Padfoot hitting the home base, they were just taking the long way around it.

Remus’ own cock was already at its full mast, leaking propped against his lower abdomen, his hand automatically sinking down and rubbing himself off, letting out sounds he didn’t even know he was holding back. He wasn’t as loud as he wanted and needed to be, as he had to be careful not to wake Padfoot up. He wanted to see how far they can make it in his current state – the ultimate goal being making him climax in his sleep.

“Good boy, I’m yours…” Remus panted every once in a while, whispering in between Padfoot’s hungry licks, all the while pumping his own leaking and throbbing member. He knew that on some subconscious level Padfoot had to be able to hear him, so he praised and encouraged him, letting him know he can have him.

There will be no cum eating today, as Remus was still on his low protein diet, but that didn’t mean they weren’t allowed to cum as hard and plenty as they needed to, soiling the sheets and everything around them. Remus’ washing machine was sure working over-time these past couple of weeks, barely able to keep up with the fresh laundry demand on their side.

“Ah! Fuck me, Pads!” Remus whined out in desperation as he felt his own peak was getting nearer. He moved in rhythm with Padfoot’s thrusts, pushing himself into his hand as well as shoving his ass back into the swollen cock grinding into him.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Remus begged in a low voice, knowing he couldn’t take it any longer, being completely taken apart by an unconscious Padfoot. He wished he started recording this so he could show it to Sirius later, as he won’t be able to remember it.

He was the first to cum, spilling himself all over his fist, milking himself dry as he felt his eyes almost turn to the back of his head. He couldn’t see anything but white light, could hear only the sound of light buzzing in his ears, his whole body suddenly relaxing, ready to doze off into slumber once again, as he was getting down from the peak he has just reached.

Padfoot had a different idea, though, as he was still building up his orgasm, now pushing harder and harder into Remus, almost pushing him off the bed. Remus reached his cum covered hand to the back, looking to grab Padfoot’s hardness… And there it was, big, hot and throbbing, just moments away from its eruption. Remus squeezed it into his hand, pushing his thumb into the sensitive slit, digging into it with no remorse, causing the dog to yelp out, pain and pleasure mixed together.

That was all Padfoot needed to reach his long awaited peak.

He came with a loud wail, spilling heavy amounts of seed onto Remus’ back and along his ass crack, as well as into his fist. From the intense force of his release, he suddenly threw himself onto Remus, turning him from his side so he would now be with face down into the pillow, pushing him into the mattress with his strong paws and pinning him against it, trapping him there, making him unable to move. It was as if Remus was his prey, finally caught after a long chase. Who knew what Padfoot was dreaming about, maybe precisely about that.

He made loud dog noises, ranging from growling to whining, as his cock was still spasming and shooting out the hot white liquid, covering Remus’ back with it.

Remus made short ah, ah, ah sounds with each push into the mattress, overwhelmed by the dog’s intensity. The only thing he knew for sure was that the whole floor of his building could probably hear Padfoot’s loud sounds, but he was fucked out enough not to care for this right now. He’ll deal with whatever comes his way tomorrow. Best case scenario was a passive-agressive message left at his door, the worst was that someone actully confronts him about the noises.

Once Padfoot was done, he actually howled out and threw himself onto Remus, exhausted. Remus wasn’t sure if he was awake yet or not, but judging by the way he relaxed his entire body into him, there was a high chance of him still being asleep. He tried pushing him away, gently, but the dog just didn’t seem to budge, breathing deeply into Remus’ ear. He was like a huge fur blanket sprawled over Remus, covering him almost completely.

“Shit, babe, you’re such an animal,” Remus chuckled as he now used his hands to push himself against the mattress – this was the only way he could create enough force to push Padfoot away from his back and roll him to the side.

The dog suddenly yelped and jumped on all fours, looking startled and confused, as if he didn’t know where he was. It seemed that he was finally awake.

“Shh, it’s ok, come here,” Remus smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Come here, love, you’re safe.”

Padfoot, squealed, obviously still confused, thinking he just an amazing dream he was woken up from so abruptly. He didn’t need to be told twice to come and curl himself into Remus. They were both wet and sticky, but that was the last thing on their minds right now.

Remus looked at what was supposed to be Padfoot’s exhausted dick, the damn thing already stirring up again, unsheathed and half-hard. All Remus had to do was snap his fingers and he’d be ready for another go. Remus thought about it… maybe in another fifteen minutes, after he catches his breath a little, as he couldn’t possibly match this dog’s stamina.

“You’re insatiable, am I right? My little sex-machine.” Remus kissed Padfoot’s wet cold nose with a loud smack.

Padfoot made a grumbling sound, obviously disagreeing with something Remus has said and it was not difficult to assume which part was it.

“Ok, ok… definitely not little. My big sex-machine. My big, strong, greedy boy… My steed.” Remus corrected himself, looking at Padfoot while he sweettalked him. There was nothing little about Padfoot - the amount of energy and sex-drive he possessed only confirmed that.

“You think about shagging night and day, even in your sleep,” Remus said with endearment, as he ran his fingers through Padfoot’s fur. “If it was up to you, you would always be buried inside of me.”

Padfoot blinked at him shyly, his big grey eyes giving him an apologetic look, visible even in the darkness of Remus’ bedroom. He didn’t try and protest Remus’ words, as they both knew he spoke the truth. If it was up to Padfoot, he’d probably choose to live inside of Remus for the rest of his life.

“So do I. I think about you fucking me all the time,” Remus said slowly as he scratched along the soft fur of his head and neck. “I don’t know how I lived before I met you.” He squeezed Padfoot’s cheeks hard, before he finally let go of him.

Padfoot nuzzled into Remus’ naked chest, making a satisfied groan. He closed his eyes and put a paw over Remus protectively. They both dozed off into sleep, before they’d wake up, fully energized and ready for another round of this thing they loved doing the most.

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They purposely chose early morning hours, hoping they would be alone in the park, not wanting to risk a run-in with the boring Benjy and crazy Charlie. Sirius had a freaked-out look whenever the duo was mentioned, so Remus suggested they wake early enough and head out to the park before the rush hour when every dog and their owner would be there. Although Sirius woke up half-hard, asking for a quick romp before they went, he soon remembered they are doing this for the greater good – namely avoiding him having his arse licked again.

Remus promised a long shagging session after they’d return, putting even a possibility of taking a knot on the table, if he promised he’d be a good boy and get ready for the early walk.

They passed a few enthusiastic joggers, but none of them were walking their dogs, Remus visibly breathing out in relief.

He found a stick along the way and threw it to Padfoot, the dog fetching it enthusiastically. Looking from the outside, they seemed like a real dog and his owner having an early stroll, nothing suspect about the display itself.

It was in moments like this that Remus actually wondered if he’s made up a false reality of this dog actually being able to turn himself into a real human being, one that he loved with all of his being, judging by how much he acted like a dog right now. He even refused to listen to him from time to time, his dog senses taking over, getting overly excited by simple things, such as birds, squirrels or… sticks.

“Come on, Pads, bring it back!” He yelled after Padfoot started chewing on the stick profusely.

Remus tapped his knee, bending over and calling out to him, Padfoot acting like he couldn’t hear him.

“He’s not listening, is he?” Someone chuckled in the background.

Luckily, it was no one they knew, just a random guy they’ve never seen before and his golden retriever following him obediently. He was taller than Remus, his shoulders broader, visible muscles protruding under his t-shirt, blond hair flowing in the early morning breeze, looking something like an image of a Greek god.

Perhaps a month ago, Remus would look at him in a different way, through a lens of a potential dating partner, but somehow, this good-looking stranger did little to stir his senses. He was just a guy. Just a guy who happened to interfere with their early morning stroll, one that should be devoid of strangers and their dogs.

“Oh, he usually listens, he’s just overly excited because of the stick, it seems.” Remus answered his question nervously, trying to play down the fact how Padfoot was indeed not listening to him.

“Hm…” The guy didn’t seem like he believed him, raising his eyebrow. His dog sat next to his leg, docile and well-behaved, yawning in the process.

“Yours seems to be… quite trained.” Remus looked at the golden retriever wondering how a real dog can be better behaved than his fake dog.

“Who, Pip? He’s not mine, I’m just training him for a client.” He explained. “Hi, I’m Caradoc… I’m a dog trainer.” The man offered his hand to Remus, introducing himself.

“Hi, I’m Remus, not a dog trainer. Obviously.” Remus said politely and the moment his hand made contact with Caradoc’s, Padfoot sprinted from where he was playing with the stick, almost knocking Remus over. He shoved the stick in Remus’ hand, proud of finishing his task of bringing it to him.

“And who is this?” Caradoc asked, endeared with the big black dog and his apparent attachment to his owner. Padfoot was practically glued to Remus’ leg now, looking up at him, asking for attention and possible praise for fetching him the stick.

“This is Si… Padfoot, I mean… Pads. My faithful companion, Pads,” Remus chuckled nervously. Introducing Padfoot to strangers was always a challenge.

“Hi, Pads…” Caradoc said politely, tapping the dog’s head once.

Padfoot growled at Caradoc, hating that their playtime was interrupted.

Pip looked bored by the whole situation, not caring one bit for Padfoot’s presence, like he was able to sense this guy wasn’t even a real dog. He turned away from him and looked into the distance.

“This is weird,” Caradoc confirmed it. “Pip usually likes other dogs, I’ve never seen him this disinterested in one.”

Padfoot wagged his tail happily, probably overjoyed that this dog wasn’t trying to sniff him or… worse – lick him, appreciating the said indifference. Yet, when he turned his attention to Caradoc, he seemed to be much less appreciative about his presence.

“If you ever find yourself in need of my services,” Caradoc took out a business card from his jacket, handing it to Remus. “Feel free to contact me, Remus.”

“Um… I think I can handle him for now,” Remus shrugged.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind if you use this number for non-business-related queries as well.” Caradoc winked and said as he watched Remus, his upper lip curling into a smug grin.

“Oh… um… I…” Remus chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, not really knowing what to say. Again, before meeting Sirius, he’d be overjoyed if a guy such as Caradoc tried hitting on him. Right now, he just… wasn’t. He found it awkward, rude, wrong – being shamelessly hit on while your boyfriend was standing right there the whole time.

“You know… if you wanna get a drink or something.” Caradoc explained it further in case Remus didn’t quite catch his drift. He stepped closer to Remus, practically shoving the business card onto him.

“I’m not exactly… single.” Remus murmured out, throwing a quick glance at Padfoot, who was standing next to him, growling.

“I just thought… I don’t see a ring on your finger.” Caradoc explained the reason for his boldness.

Remus looked at his long, bony fingers, like he didn’t know there was no ring there, checking it just in case. He thought about his name being written into Padfoot’s microchip…

“No, no… there’s no ring, but…” As Remus started explaining how, despite not being married or engaged, he quite unequivocally belonged to someone else, someone who was here with them at this precise moment, he suddenly felt something hot against his leg, slowly seeping through his jeans.

He looked down in bewilderment and saw Padfoot with his hind leg raised, actually peeing on him, a stream of hot piss streaming down his leg and pooling into his shoe.

“What the fuck, Sirius?!” He yelled out as he jumped away in shock.

“Oh, my… and you were so determined you don’t need my professional guidance.” Caradoc chuckled in the background.

“Are you crazy?!” Remus totally ignored the stranger he’s just met and concentrated only on Padfoot, who was now seated in the grass, a smug expression on his face, looking deeply into Remus’ eyes, proud of his achievement.

“I’m seriously asking you - are you fucking crazy right now?!” He raised his tone in a way that made a flock of pigeons frolicking nearby fly out in panic.

Pip watched everything from the background, probably judging them both. Pip was a good dog, he’d never pee on someone, that’s for sure.

“You fucker! You have so much explaining to do when we come back home!” Remus raged, his nostrils flaring as he pointed his index finger at Padfoot threateningly. “You are going to pay for this!”

“Come on, don’t yell at him.” Caradoc intervened. “There’s usually a palette of behavioural issues or an illness that can cause this--”

“No!” Remus stopped him. “He knows exactly why he did it, don’t you, Padfoot?” He looked straight at Padfoot. The dog looked back at him, like he was challenging him to explain this further and out them to Caradoc.

Caradoc took a step back, not really sure what was going on here.

“Come on, we’re going home and you’re sleeping on the floor tonight,” Remus dug his fingers into Padfoot’s fur, yanking him from the place where he was seated. “And you can forget about the deal we made this morning, it’s off!”

“Hey, Remus, you should get him a leash, I don’t think you’re allowed to walk a dog as big as yours without one.” Caradoc pointed out, as he watched the exchange in bewilderment.

“Oh, I’m getting a fucking harness, a protective muzzle and he’s getting his balls snipped off.” Remus hissed, pulling on Padfoot to come along with him. “And he’s not getting any.” He leaned over Padfoot, whispering the last thing only for him to hear.

Padfoot whined out, pretending to be sorry for what he did, finally standing up and ready to go home as Remus had commanded him to.

Caradoc looked at the pair awkwardly.

“Listen… I think you need to settle your anger issues first, so I don’t think going on a date would be a good idea.”

Remus gave him an irritated look, as if he ever even considered going out with this guy.

“Whatever…” he rolled his eyes at him and that was the last ounce of attention he’s given to Caradoc, from now focusing exclusively on Padfoot. “Come on, let’s go, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Remus, he’s just a dog, he didn’t do it on purpose!” Caradoc yelled after them, but it didn’t matter much.

“I’m sorry, ok?” A naked, freshly turned Sirius ran after Remus, as he was taking his trousers of in anger, throwing them into the washing machine.

“It was really immature, Sirius,” Remus hissed out. He wasn’t as angry as he was back at the park, but he was still fuming at Sirius.

“I’m sorry… It was Padfoot, I had no control over my dog side at that moment, I just wanted to mark my territory!” Sirius pleaded with him.

Remus continued taking the rest of his clothes off, even the parts of it unaffected with the dog piss.

Sirius gave him a hungry look, his eyes lingering on his exposed abs.

“Don’t even think about it, I’m imposing a sex-ban from now on!” Remus grumbled out, seeing Sirius’ intentions, proceeding to take his boxers off and heading into the shower, drawing the curtain behind himself.

“Baby, please,” Sirius’ head peaked in, holding onto the curtain timidly. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Those trainers were new and now I just have to throw them away.”

“I’ll buy you new ones. Two pairs!”

“That’s not the point, Sirius!” Remus growled out, feeling as if Sirius wasn’t getting anywhere with his apologies. “You peed on me!”

He took Sirius’ face between fingers and repeated the cause of his anger and irritation. “You fucking peed on me!”

“I was jealous,” Sirius sighed. “Of that man, being able to stand there with you, as a man. Out in the open. When I was expected to chase my tail and smell the other dog’s ass.”

Remus sighed, releasing his grip from Sirius’ cheeks.

“Why didn’t you pee on him?” He asked, quietly.

“Well, he’s not mine. You are.”

Remus finally understood.

“Oh,” he looked down, fighting a smile.

“Do you want a payback and do it to me?” Sirius suggested, one foot already stepping into the tub with Remus.

“Pee on you?” Remus raised his eyebrows, trying to understand just how this would work.

Sirius fell to his knees before Remus and steadied himself, holding onto his thighs. His looked up at Remus, biting his lower lip timidly.

“You can take a piss all over my chest if you want to,” he suggested, fingers flying over his chest, as if he wanted to show Remus where exactly he was to aim.

“What… like right now?” Remus felt his heart beating faster.

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded, his eyelashes fluttering. “Come on, do it.”

Remus hesitated for a moment. He looked at the milky white skin and perk, pink nipples offered to him on a silver platter. He never had fantasies of this kind before, then again, neither did he have those involving a dog and he quite enjoyed being rammed by one on a daily basis.

“Fuck, I’m not even sure if I have to go right now,” he gulped as he took his limp dick into his trembling hand.

“Try it, it doesn’t have to be a lot,” Sirius chuckled.

“Oh, you mean, it doesn’t have to match the amounts you’ve showered me in earlier?” He snorted playfully.

“It’s not a competition, baby,” Sirius tsked and threw his head back, obviously proud at the amounts of urine he was able to produce when needed. The smug bastard had the audacity to say this after he himself managed to make everything into a contest, winning each and every time.

“Ok, whatever…” Remus shook his head. “Here we go,” he breathed in and out once loudly, grunting out as he pushed it out of himself.

He watched the yellow stream fall down onto Sirius’ chest, flowing across his abdomen and divide itself into two streams when reaching Sirius’ cock, one flowing directly over it, the other going down his thigh, both of them eventually meeting back up in the drain.

Remus breathed loudly as he watched the scene before him, wishing he could see it in slow motion.

Sirius just kneeled there, taking it all with a straight face. He looked down at the way he was marked by Remus, the expression on his face changing to an amused one.

“Wow, Remus, you sure misjudged yourself, baby,” he chuckled as the release went on longer than they both expected.

Once the stream subsided and ultimately stopped, Sirius suddenly flicked Remus’ limp cock with his finger.

“Don’t forget to shake it all off,” he said playfully as he took it into his hand, causing Remus to flinch.

“Fuck, Sirius!” Remus whined out, feeling his blood rush into it, the sensation of having Sirius’ hand on him, combined with the images of Sirius being covered in his piss freshly floating around in his mind, made his dick go hard. He wanted it to stop growing, tried to talk himself into relaxing and aborting this mission, but there was no way back.

Sirius welcomed the sudden change in rigidness, his hand vigorously working around it, almost egging it on and teasing, desperate to make it as hard as possible.

“Sex-ban,” Remus whined out, watching Sirius work on him relentlessly.

“Huh?” Sirius changed the focus of his attention for just a moment, looking up at Remus in confusion.

“There’s a sex-ban in force for the rest of the day,” he reminded Sirius.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius frowned, still pumping Remus.

“No sex!” Remus whined out. “I’m angry… ugh… you peed…” He was losing this battle already, unable to form coherent speech.

“What?” Sirius made a grimace. “You did it back to me, we’re even.”

“Huh?!” Remus steadied himself against the shower wall with one hand, feeling as if his knees are going to buckle.

“I peed, you peed, it’s done. Sex is back on the menu,” Sirius shrugged, his finger digging into Remus’ slit, causing him to moan out, hoping this will stop his struggles of enforcing his ridiculous sex-ban.

“No… it’s… you wanted this, ugh” Remus fought with words, but his actions were contradicting it, his hips bucking forwards, seeking Sirius’ touch.

“We did the exchange, it’s done, no more ban, baby.” Sirius said, licking the tip of Remus’ cock, collecting the precum and stopping his jerking motions for just a moment. “Mmm, pee and cum mixed, an acquired taste. I’d say just cum is better.” He commented to himself like some kind of a body liquid sommelier.

“Fuck, Sirius, you tricked me,” Remus whined out, grabbing Sirius hair with his free hand, moving him closer to his cock.

“Yeah, I tricked you. Again. I tend to do that, baby.” Sirius chuckled before he opened his mouth and took him in.

He moaned out against Remus’ cock, once he had all of it shoved in his mouth, causing the man to have to use both of his hands to hold onto the tiled wall before him, pushing his body weight into it, leaning over Sirius. Only his hips moved on their own accord, rhythmically moving back and forth, his cock fucking into Sirius’ mouth.

“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus moaned out, his forehead plastered over the cold tiles. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Sirius held onto Remus’ sides, his fingers slowly sliding over to his ass cheeks, digging into the soft flesh. Once Remus’ cock was nestled into his throat, it was enough for Sirius to swallow around it once and the man spilled himself into his throat profusely. At one point, Sirius had to unlatch himself from it, letting the rest of the cum end up all over his face and neck.

Remus whined out in desperation as he twitched and twisted above him, covering him in white. Once he was finally done, he slid down onto the shower floor, sitting across from Sirius, their legs entwined.

They both panted, trying to catch a breath.

Remus’ lips twitched up as he watched Sirius sitting across from him, covered in his liquids.

“What?” Sirius caught on pretty easily. “Like what you see? Me covered in piss and cum?”

“Covered in my piss and my cum.” Remus corrected him.

“Do you get it now? The feeling? Why I had to piss all over you in front of that man?”

Remus sighed. He got it. He still didn’t approve of it and had a lot to say about it. But he got it, he sure did.

“We should wash ourselves off,” Sirius looked up at the shower head, unable to move and turn the water on.

“Give me just a minute, yeah?” Remus sighed, enjoying the image before him, trying to engrave it into his mind.

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“You went out and bought a leash?” Sirius looked in horror at the bag Remus has put on the table after returning back from work and visiting the pet store on his way back.

“Yep,” Remus said proudly, taking the leash out of the bag, snapping it once, causing Sirius to flinch. “I won’t be fined for leading a monstrosity of a dog unleashed.”

“Hey…” Sirius frowned. “And it’s not even one of those retractable ones.”

“Nope,” Remus shook his head, popping the P meaningfully. “I want to keep you next to me at all times.”

Sirius looked at him, the way his lips curled up giving away that he’s not, in fact, offended by the prospect of being walked around on a tight leash.

“And it can be used in other ways,” he snapped it again, smirking.

“Oh?” Sirius tilted his head in interest. “You think I’ve been a bad boy?”

“You’ve been really naughty lately,” Remus nodded. “The neighbours left a note, asking you to keep it down.”

“Asking us to keep it down,” Sirius corrected him.

“Whatever, we’ll have to move anyway,” Remus shook his head, still in disbelief of the rude message left on his door. He had a few people in mind, but the main suspect was the woman next door – Petunia. She was a real piece of work, always lurking around, looking through her peephole and trying to catch if Remus had visitors. Once she figured out he 'owned a dog', she tried making him pay utilities for two people.

“Reggie is working on something,” Sirius said calmly. “I might get our family's townhouse back from mother. Or he might… And he’s willing to let us have it.”

Remus looked at him in confusion. This was the first time he was hearing about this.

“Really? You might get a house?”

“Yeah, it has a library on the ground floor, you’ll love it.” Sirius said like it was nothing.

“It has more than one floor?”

Sirius chuckled, endeared. “It’s a three storey Victorian house – it has everything you might want and more.”

“Oh…” Remus looked in confusion. He knew Sirius was rich, but he never really gave it a proper thought.

“Are you freaked out right now? Because of the prospect of us sharing a house?” Sirius raised his eyebrows in confusion. “We can’t slum it up in here forever.”

“Slum it up?” Remus made an offended grimace. He had to pick up a lot of shifts at the pub just to keep living in this tiny apartment, he didn’t like being disrespected by a rich snob who never had to work a day in his life.

“I’m sorry, it came out wrong,” Sirius apologized. “I’m just saying… there might be some money coming our way and if everything turns out right, we might be settled for life.”

“That’s great for you, Sirius, but I don’t intend to spend my life using you.”

“You had no qualms about using me last night,” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t make everything into a joke,” Remus sighed. “I don’t want to be a kept man.”

“Don’t look at it like that.” Sirius shook his head. “You won’t have to bust your ass off in that wretched pub. You can finally dedicate your time to do things that actually interest you.”

“Like sucking your cock?” Remus rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I didn’t say that, but if that’s—” Sirius raised his arms up defensively, before he stopped himself from going any further. “You can start writing again.”

Remus bit his lower lip. He did dream of taking up writing once again, but with all the work and the time he’s spent with Sirius, he just didn’t have enough time to dedicate himself to his passion.

“Listen, you took me in from the streets before you even knew who I was. You shared everything with me, you saved me… so let me repay you in this way.”

Remus shrugged.

“It’s just… a lot more than what I’ve given you.”

“Remus, baby, if we’re going to be partners, we can’t keep a score of things we do for each other. If I have something, you have to let me share it with you.”

He approached Remus and took his hand.

“If I happen to stumble upon a gold mine, you have to share the burden of spending it with me,” Sirius explained. “And if I happen to catch fleas, I’m sorry, baby, but you’re getting them as well.”

“Fuck off,” Remus snorted as Sirius pulled him into a hug. “Please don’t go catching fleas, babe…”

Sirius chuckled in endearment but couldn’t promise anything with a 100% certainty. Padfoot was a curious creature and ended up in strange situations all the time, most of those times not by his own volition, but by a series of unfortunate circumstances. Sirius couldn’t vouch for a flea free life from now on, he could only try his best and stay away from suspicious dogs at the park.

Remus felt hands sliding against his back and under his shirt. He relaxed into the touch and leaned his head onto Sirius shoulder.

“What do you say… we go to the bedroom and I fuck you into the wall. The one shared with Petunia?”

Remus chuckled into his neck, raising his head up and looking at Sirius with absolute endearment.

“You’re vile,” he shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s give her a real reason to complain,” Sirius shrugged, his eyes glistening.

“Oh, wait, I bought something else I wanted to show you,” Remus suddenly remembered, pushing himself away from Sirius and going to check the paper bag he left on the table, rummaging through it excitedly.

He brought out a large chewing toy shaped as a bone, showing it to Sirius proudly.

Sirius inspected it carefully, not sure what Remus had in mind.

“I thought you could… you know,” Remus blushed trying to say it out loud without dying from embarrassment.

Sirius smirked, now perfectly able to guess where Remus was going with it but letting him voice it out himself.

“You could… shove it into me, or something.” Remus finally blurted out, looking away from Sirius, avoiding eye-contact.

“Hm?” Sirius took the toy into his hands, inspecting it. It had two wide ends and felt heavy in his hands. He tapped it onto the palm of his hand twice, visibly satisfied with what he saw.

“Since Padfoot can’t really use his… hands, I thought,” Remus bit his lip. “He can take this into his mouth and…”

“Shove it in you?” Sirius asked playfully.

“Yeah, that’s the general idea.” Remus nodded.

“I like the way this sounds. Petunia will have to wait for the show, though.” Sirius laughed.

“Oh, I think she’ll be able to hear this as well.” Remus nodded. He had no intention of keeping his voice down.

“Promise?” Sirius looked at him wickedly.

“Promise.”

Remus was propped on all fours, gripping the headboard tightly, lubed up and ready. Sirius was just getting finished coating the bone in excessive amounts of lube (or actually Poppy’s gel) before he turned into Padfoot and took the bone into his mouth.

“Come on, I’m ready,” Remus whined out desperately, wiggling his ass and puckering up his hole, asking for Padfoot to get on with it already. He was done waiting.

Padfoot slowly approached him, one part of the bone firmly gripped between his teeth, the other hovering around Remus’ twitching hole, touching it just barely.

It was different than what Padfoot’s cock or his own fingers would feel like on his skin – inanimate and cold, but the prospect of Padfoot controlling it made Remus’ blood run hot. He pushed back just a bit, allowing him to proceed.

Padfoot tilted his head a bit, looking for the perfect angle, before he gave it a small experimental push, one end of the bone breaching Remus tight ring of muscle, stretching it out obscenely before Padfoot’s eyes. The dog made a muffled whine, unable to let his voice out as his mouth was occupied.

“Come on, just shove it in,” Remus encouraged him, lowering his head into the pillow, his hands still gripping the headboard tightly.

Padfoot didn’t need to be told twice, as he let the toy slide into Remus, slowly disappearing between his walls, being almost sucked in by his eager hole.

“Ah!” Remus made an obscene sound, something between a lustful moan and a painful sigh once he was completely filled up, at least as far as Padfoot could go, his cold, wet snout reaching Remus’ ass.

Remus needed a moment to adjust himself, letting his body stretch out against the chewing toy, before he was ready to move. Padfoot was firmly standing in place, gripping it between his teeth tightly, while Remus slowly slid off the bone, pulling himself closer to the headboard.

Padfoot whined out desperately as he felt Remus’ body heat getting further away from him, but he was rewarded soon enough when Remus slammed himself back onto it. He started repeating this action, sliding himself up and down the toy Padfoot held in between his teeth, the extreme amount of lube applied to it making loud squelching noises, filling the room up.

Remus tried competing with it with his loud moans, just barely holding on to the headboard, his knuckles going white from the strain. He felt his knees buckle, unable to keep this wild tempo going, so he just slumped himself into the mattress, only his ass staying up in the air.

Padfoot let go of the bone, using his nose to shove it further up into Remus, up until the only part of it left was the other end sticking out of him. He mounted him in one swift move, his already leaking cock ready to join the toy any moment now.

“Fuck, it’s going to be too much,” Remus whined out but did nothing to stop him, raising ass up in the air, ready to take it all.

Padfoot poked around, trying to find where he can catch himself on and slip himself in next to the bone. Luckily for him, Remus’ hole was quite stretched out and lubed up by now, making enough space for Padfoot’s throbbing cock as well.

Soon enough, Remus was stuffed to the brim, both the toy and Padfoot’s engorged member filling him up completely. He squirmed underneath the dog, sinking into the bed further as he was pushed down by Padfoot’s paws and bucked into by his insistent movements.

“Fuck, babe, I’m so full,” he cried out into the pillow, feeling the stretch with his whole body.

Padfoot moved against the bone intensely, enjoying the tightness and the friction it gave him, judging by the desperate whines he made with each of his thrusts.

Remus started rutting into the mattress, seeking contact for his own neglected cock. His hand slid underneath him and he breathed out in relief as he finally had his hand around himself. He was only a few tugs away from releasing himself all over the sheets, his hole twitching in the process, driving Padfoot mad.

Suddenly, Padfoot pulled himself out of Remus, deciding to look at the show that was going on before his eyes. He watched the way Remus twitched and spasmed before him, up to the point where the bone started sliding out of him. He pulled onto it with his teeth once again, deciding to get rid of it completely. He shoved his nose into Remus, licking around his open and twitching hole a few times, before he mounted him once again.

This time, it was only Padfoot who was inside of Remus, no foreign object getting in his way. He pumped in and out with great dedication, his knot bulging up at the entrance.

“Yeah, let me feel you babe, only you,” Remus whined out in relief, appreciating the hot feeling of Padfoot inside of him. The way he was stretched out from the toy and Padfoot, made the acceptance of the swollen knot less painful. The familiar bulge seemed like it almost belonged there, nestled against Remus’ entrance comfortably.

In a matter of moments, Padfoot started releasing his pent up juices, overflowing Remus’ stretched out hole completely.

“Fill me up, babe,” Remus pushed his hips back, deciding to take everything Padfoot had to offer.

Padfoot whined out and bucked his hips up even further, his own ass straining from the way he pushed and pushed and pushed.

“God, I just love that knot of yours,” Remus rolled his eyes in ectasy, surprising himself with the admission. He recalled the first time he was freaked out upon feeling this strange swelling inside of him and the way they were unable to detach for a while. Now, he lived for the moments like this, being stuck with Padfoot, entwined at the most intimate of places.  

A few more pumps and Padfoot was done, getting his leg up in one swift motion and turning his back to Remus. He crawled to the foot of the bed, surprising Remus by the sudden pull.

“Ah, Pads, I can’t…” Remus whined as he was forced to slide together with Padfoot, connected to him and unable to move.

Padfoot let out an apologetic whine, as he was only trying to get to the discarded toy. He took it into his mouth and started chewing onto it, soothing himself after the shagging.

“Are you serious right now?” Remus rolled his eyes when he realized what Padfoot was doing. “Ok, don’t answer that, you’re Padfoot… Obviously. Not Sirius.” He sighed and relaxed into the sheets. He decided to take a nap, at least until the knot wore off.

Chapter Text

“You look pale,” Remus scrunched his nose, perched on his elbow while watching Sirius as they laid together in the bed, basking in the morning sun protruding through the broken blinds.

“I’m always pale…” Sirius snorted out, shrugging it off like it was nothing. It’s not like he was able to get outside and bask in the sun, catching a tan, since the only fresh air he got was from the walks in the park in his Padfoot form. In the eyes of the public, he was still a missing person.

“Paler than usual,” Remus sighed, explaining. “And you have these rings under your eyes.” He referred to the dark circles that became more and more visible lately.

“Gee, thanks, you can sure make a guy feel special,” Sirius frowned, feigning offence.

“No, baby…” Remus smiled in endearment, raising his hand up to caress Sirius’ face gently. “You look tired, sorry for not letting you get any sleep last night.” He blushed, vivid images of their nightly activities springing into his mind. It was how they spent most of their nights, doing everything else but sleeping. 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Sirius deadpanned and turned to Remus, biting his lower lip and lowering his voice seductively. “Feel free to wake me up whenever you feel like…” he wiggled his eyebrows, looking down at Remus’ crotch. They had a duvet covering them, and nothing was visible, but he still felt exposed under Sirius’ piercing gaze.

“Ugh, come on, don’t do that,” Remus groaned out and threw himself onto his back, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. Sirius was his biggest weakness. Sirius with bedroom eyes... well, that was already a battle lost. 

“I’m not doing anything…” Sirius said innocently, crawling closer to Remus, his mouth latching onto his exposed chest.

“You know what you’re doing,” Remus snorted into his hands, feeling ticklish at first, before it turned into something else, something more intense.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse (worse meaning better in this case), he felt a tongue probing around one of his exposed nipples.

“You see?” Remus chuckled, ready to admit defeat. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Mhmm?” Sirius produced an incoherent noise, his tongue and mouth attached to Remus, unwilling to let go.

“Fuck, baby…” Remus threw his head back, resting it against the pillow. “You’re sucking on it like you expect something to come out of it.”

“Hmmm?” Sirius finally raised his head up, a string of spit stretching out between his mouth and Remus’ nipple quite obscenely. “If I suck hard enough, I might get fed.” He mewled. 

Remus groaned out, unable to take this anymore.

“Fuck, Sirius, if you want to get fed, you’re sucking on the wrong end of me,” he said, adjusting his cock, knowing the poor thing doesn’t need a lot to spring into life.

“Be patient, I’ll get to it,” Sirius said calmly as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers harshly, causing Remus to squirm under him.

“I need to feed you right baby, you’re not the one on a protein free diet plan,” Remus laughed, his cock bulging up under the duvet already.

Sirius noticed the not so subtle tent, one of his hands slowly sinking under the covers.

“I need a protein shake right night, baby, I’ve been malnourished,” Sirius whined out against Remus’ wet skin.

“I had some pineapple juice last night, I guess it should taste especially sweet today,” Remus said proudly.

“Ugh,” Sirius squeezed his eyes in an almost orgasmic haze. “You always think of me.” He said as he licked his lips seductively.

His hand finally reached the intended destination, wrapping itself against Remus’ hardness.

“Jesus, fuck!” Remus yelped out from the sudden contact. Sirius squeezed it quite harshly, digging his thumb into the sensitive slit.

“You like this, baby?” He asked with a grin on his face and just before Remus was able to give him an answer, they were both startled by the sound of the doorbell, followed by loud banging on the door.

Sirius groaned out, his hand suddenly retreating, Remus whining out in agony.

“It’s not Reggie, he’s supposed to pick me up in two hours.”

“I know,” Remus sighed. “This appears to be a maniac of some kind, judging by the banging.” He said as he stood up, looking for his dressing gown. His painful erection was still hard in its place, the knocks and rings coming from the door not affecting it. He looked down, pleading it to go away, this was not an appropriate display to be shown to guests, whoever they might be.

“As I said… it’s not Reggie, so it’s probably some other maniac.”

Remus looked at him, amused. He was quite fond of Sirius’ brother, despite his occasional temper tantrums and the way he often tended to snap at Sirius. He was far from a maniac in his eyes. A little bit weird, but definitely not a maniac.

"Your brother is not a maniac," Remus corrected him.

Sirius frowned and rolled his eyes. "You don't know him like I do. He pretends to be normal in front of you."

Remus tilted his head, thinking how Regulus wasn't exactly a normal person either, but he surely wasn't a maniac.

"Whatever, enough about my brother, you should go and tell the person outside to go away so we can continue what we started."

Remus adjusted himself, trying to hide his hardness under the gown, giving it a painful squeeze.

Sirius looked at him with a painful expression, feeling sorry for him.

“I’m coming!” Remus finally yelled out, trying to calm down the person banging on the door.

“Tsk… you’d be coming if it weren’t for this unannounced pest at our door.” Sirius rolled his eyes and threw himself into the pillows, almost wailing over the cruel way in which they were interrupted, just when it was starting to get real good.

Remus peeked through the peephole and couldn’t really see anything, as it seemed to be blocked by something… or someone.

“I know you’re home, Lupin, open up!” A woman’s shrieks came from the other side of the door, revealing who it was.

“Shit, Petunia,” Remus groaned out at the realization his next door neighbour was the one having a hissy fit in front of his flat.

He reluctantly unlocked the door, and she pushed her way in, not waiting to be asked inside, shoving him to the side from the sheer force that she used to enter.

“Please, Petunia, do feel free to come in,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed, yet trying to remain calm.

“Where is he?” She pushed her head into the kitchen, obviously looking for someone. “I know he lives here with you and I’m going to make you pay for three, including your damn dog.” She mumbled as she proceeded to go to Remus’ bedroom.

“Hey, you can’t just barge in like this…” Remus ran after her, adjusting the belt on his dressing gown, not sure what she was about to find there. The one he left on the bed was Sirius, exactly the person she was looking for.

“You have two people and a dog living here, I’m going to report you! I heard voices, I know he’s in here.” Petunia spewed out as she pushed Remus’ bedroom door open.

“Woof!” Padfoot was sitting on the bed happily, wagging his tail, crooking his neck as if he was inspecting Petunia with great interest.

“It’s just me and my dog, Petunia,” Remus said, visibly relieved.

“Ugh, the dog is on your bed, what is it doing on your bed?” She said in disgust.

“Petunia, I’m the one paying the rent here, if I let the dog on the bed, that’s my business.” He said knowing full well there was a no pet policy written down on his lease. He hoped she wasn't familiar with that small detail.

“I could swear I heard…” She approached Remus’ closet and opened it, finding nothing but clothes in it. Disappointed, she rushed over to the bathroom, where again, she found nothing suspicious.

“You might want to check behind the shower curtain,” Remus said calmly.

“I heard voices… You and another man were here!”

“It was probably the TV,” Remus shrugged it away, smiling innocently.

“This is not the end of it, Lupin, I swear I’m going to catch you.” She raised her finger as if she was threatening him and went to the front door.

“Woof!” Padfoot barked after her once.

“And that damn mutt is too loud, it just keeps yelping and barking all night. Just give it what it wants and it will shut up, and if he doesn’t, I’ll call animal control, I bet you're not even allowed to have a pet in here.”

Remus thought it was ironic, the reason for Padfoot’s roars and groans was the fact that he was getting exactly what he wanted.

“Ok, Petunia, I appreciate the advice, but I think it’s time you left my flat or I’ll call the pest control.”

Petunia gave him a death glare and wordlessly proceeded towards the door.

Remus locked the door behind her and leaned onto the kitchen counter, breathing out a sigh of relief. Padfoot paced over to him, digging his snout under his loosely fitted dressing gown.

“Annoying witch,” Remus rolled his eyes.

Padfoot didn’t seem to be preoccupied by their visitor and her quips and remarks, thinking only about how they should resume what they’ve started earlier. He completely buried his head into the slit of Remus’ gown, licking on his cock eagerly, trying to bring it back to life.

“Ah, Pads…” Remus felt like he was about to melt into the kitchen counter, leaning back in. "We were almost caught..."

The only thing echoing the kitchen were slurping sounds Padfoot’s sloppy tongue made upon meeting Remus’ skin, licking all over his cock and balls enthusiastically.

“So, we’re doing it here, huh?” Remus asked as he jumped onto the counter, spreading his legs to make enough space for Padfoot to fit in. The dog raised himself on two legs, bracketing Remus with his front paws, his head diligently working between his legs.

Remus threw his head back a little to harshly, hitting the cupboard in the process, but the pain didn’t matter as it was soon forgotten, the only sensation he felt was the hot rush of the blood towards his crotch.

He raised one of his legs up, digging his heel into the counter, letting Padfoot gain better access and the dog took it all in appreciatively.

Padfoot wagged his tail the whole time, making low grunting sounds as he practically fed himself on Remus’ precum.

“Fuck, Pads, you’re so hungry…” Remus whined out, thinking how it was just appropriate, doing it in the kitchen of all places.

Padfoot started licking even more intensely, eager to get the reward he was promised.

Just when it was about to culminate, once again they were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking onto the door.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Remus grunted out, rolling his eyes. He tried pushing Padfoot away, but the dog didn’t budge, licking relentlessly despite the attempts of disruption, whining in the process.

“I know you’re in there, I can hear Padfoot!” Regulus yelled out from the other side of the door.

“Ugh, he’s early,” Remus groaned out, bucking his hips up. There was no way to stop Padfoot right now and, to be honest, Remus would rather finish it this time than having to suffer another cruel interruption.

“Just a minute!” He yelled out at the door, unable to hide the state he was in.

He heard grumbling from the other side of the door, it was probably Regulus, in his typical Regulus manner cursing out their relentless sex-drive.

“Yeah, come on… finish me off,” Remus whisper-panted, holding Padfoot’s head between his hands, nudging him forward. “Just like that, baby…”

Remus’ cock twitched at a particularly eager lick it was given by Padfoot’s coarse tongue, finally spiling himself all over the dog’s snout and tongue. Padfoot licked up the cum happily, probably able to taste the extra ingredient Remus has added to his nutrition – the pineapple juice. He continued licking even when his job was done, prompting Remus to finally push him off with a little more determination.

“Come on, we have to let your brother in.” Remus said as he adjusted his robe.

It was obvious what they were doing and there was no way to hide it, so he just had to brace himself for a good few minutes of Regulus’ judgement.

Oh, well…

Chapter Text

Early morning hours at the park started becoming their routine. They’ve run into Caradoc with a different dog each time, the guy ignoring them more then they ignored him, and it sort of seemed to be going quite well. Except on this one morning, when everything went to shit.

A short, quite well-put together woman in a pink attire approached Remus, huffing and puffing, determined to have a chat with him. She shot a particularly mean look over to Padfoot, causing the poor dog to flinch.

“Your mutt here,” she pointed her finger accusatorily at Padfoot, in disgust. “Has a lot to answer for!”

Remus looked at her in confusion. This was the first time he has seen this woman and she acted like they knew each other.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” He really didn’t feel like fighting with her. The only logical explanation was that she had him confused with someone else.

“Have we met?!” She mocked him. “My poor Bella Amelia Elizabeth the Third and this ugly mongrel of yours have surely met!”

Remus looked at Padfoot, not appreciating his boyfriend being called rude names.

“My Bella, a Petit basset griffon vendeen, national champion of 2023 was shamelessly defiled by your stinky mutt.”

Remus looked at the woman in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Your… dog,” the woman struggled to call Padfoot that, as she obviously had better words prepared, “Impregnated my dog.”

Remus looked at Padfoot in shock. Padfoot did the same, making a quiet whining sound.

“Wait a minute,” Remus raised his hands up. “That’s impossible. Right?” He looked at Padfoot questioningly. “Tell me this is impossible!”

The woman went on an on, explaining how her pure breed of a dog gave birth to one giant black pup and how the only park she, or actually her assistant, frequented was this one, accusing Padfoot of being the father.

Padfoot looked in horror as she took her phone out and started showing Remus pictures of the puppy. He was sort of padfootish in his looks, but there was no way… Right?!

Remus cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, lady, but my dog is not the father of your dog’s ba--puppy.”

He said it with certainty. It was as far as he could go, because going into explanation how his dog is not really a dog but a man who is also his boyfriend and how they are in an exclusive relationship, not doing it with other people or dogs… that would just be crazy.

“I want you to pay for my loss of income.”

“What are you on about?” Remus raised his eyebrow.

“Well, Bella Amelia Elizabeth the Third was supposed to be mated with Sir Nicholas Albert Balthazar the Fourth – a dog worthy of her status and produce an exclusive litter of puppies to be sold to world renown breeders. Since she was raped by your dirty no good—”

“Whoa whoa whoa…” Remus stopped her immediately, not taking any further slander of his boyfriend.

“My dog would never!” He yelled out. “I don’t know who the fuck did your queen Elizabeth or whatever her name is slut it up with, but it sure wasn’t my Padfoot!”

“I will sue you and your ugly dog!” The woman raised her fist up, threateningly.

“Well, I demand a paternity test,” Remus shrugged. “This afternoon, me, you – our dogs… come to Dr.Pettigrew’s and we can get them tested. After you get the results, you can continue frolicking around the park, looking for your next victim.”

Surprisingly, the woman (named Dolores, as Remus found out after they’ve reluctantly exchanged contacts) agreed to Remus’ terms and all they had to do now was to wait for the afternoon to come.

“I didn’t do it!” Sirius said defensively once they were back at home.

“I know you didn’t,” Remus sighed.

“But for a moment there, you looked at me like you had a doubt.”

“I didn’t,” Remus shook his head. “I was just in shock.”

“Like I would do it with a dog, disgusting,” Sirius made a gagging sound.

“Hey!” Remus took this personally.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” Sirius looked at him apologetically, remembering how Remus was the one who had sex with him while thinking he was a real dog. “I’m just saying… I’d never do it with a real dog.”

“I thought you were a real dog when you fucked me for the first time,” Remus frowned, still offended.

“Yeah, but…” Sirius tried wiggling out of this. “You sort of knew that I wasn’t. Deep down.”

Remus shrugged. He might have known on some level, but all in all, he was convinced Padfoot was a real dog and he still let him do all kinds of things to him – even knot him.

“Like… even if I decided to do it with a real dog,” Sirius cringed and continued. “I guess I wouldn’t do it with a female one… Especially not with Princess Victoria or whatever the bitch is called, I swear.”

“I believe you, baby, we’re gonna prove it at the vet’s, don’t worry.”

“Now, I don’t usually get many requests of this kind,” Peter looked at Remus awkwardly. “I’d have to send the samples to the central laboratory, I don’t have the technology to do it here.”

“Do what you have to do,” Remus said sternly, giving an evil eye to Dolores who was standing a few feet away, holding the puppy in her arms.

It was a cute black whelp, he played with the bow of her dress, not realizing his blood was about to be taken. He did look a bit like Padfoot, but Remus didn’t want to entertain the thought of Sirius possibly lying to him.

“You two can go into the next room, I’ll be right with you.” Peter instructed Dolores, showing her way out.

“Do you need his blood? I do think he’s a bit anaemic, so…” Remus said, concluding from the way Sirius has been looking rather pale lately.

“Oh, I need just a drop of his blood, but… I kind of also need a sample of his semen.”

Padfoot flinched upon hearing this, looking at Remus in panic.

“Just how do you plan to extract that?!” Remus was freaking out. Of course, he had his methods of collecting it, but that was purely for pleasure purposes, not scientific ones.

“Well, it’s pretty simple, I just have to put my gloves on and yank on it,” Peter shrugged, preparing the vial to collect it in. “And if gets difficult, I’ll use this thing here,” he motioned to a weird rod looking like apparatus, probably meant to incite Padfoot’s prostate.

“Ugh… that looks…”

“Uncomfortable, yes.” Peter agreed. “But don’t worry, he’ll be fine, dogs have a high pain resistance.”

Remus squirmed where he was standing, not finding the idea of Peter probing around his boyfriend’s ass too appealing.

“Would you perhaps let me do it?” Remus asked, timidly.

“You want to do it?” Peter was weirded out. “Are you sure?”

“I mean he is… my dog,” Remus stated the obvious. “Maybe it would be easier for him to relax if it was me doing it?”

“Oh… well, if you don’t mind,” Peter shrugged. He started explaining how exactly should Remus approach this challenging task, as if he wasn’t an expert in milking Padfoot dry.

Remus nodded, pretending he was listening carefully to every word Peter was saying.

“I’ll be in the next room, taking baby Pads’ blood. Call me once you’re done,” Peter instructed him.

Remus wanted to argue that the pup over there was certainly not baby Pads, or Pads junior or anything related to his Pads, but he decided to bite his tongue. Padfoot’s paternity was still being presumed and this was how everyone decided to approach it.

Once they were alone, Remus put the latex gloves on, snapping them against his wrists nervously. Padfoot was standing on the exam table, waiting patiently. They’ve done it dozens of times, but never like this – with gloves and surrounded by the smell of disinfectant in the air, a vial waiting underneath Padfoot’s body.

“Relax baby… pretend we’re back at home,” Remus said as he approached him, his hand reaching under him. He nestled his nose into Padfoot’s fur, taking the familiar smell in.

He chuckled upon feeling the hardness under his hand, as he pulled on Padfoot’s half-hard member experimentally. The latex between them was a new and unfamiliar feeling, like there was a certain barrier between them.

Remus sighed and took the glove off with disgust.

“I want to feel you, babe, contamination be damned,” he said, proceeding to touch, now unobstructed.

Padfoot was fully hard in a matter of seconds, as Remus tugged onto him with dedication, his jerking motions almost making his wrist hurt.

“Come on, come on, love,” Remus whispered into his ear. “Spill yourself for me.”

Padfoot whined out in pleasure, bucking his hips forward. He was panting excitedly, enjoying Remus’ handywork. If he had the ability to form coherent human speech right now, he’d be full of praises and worships to Remus’ dedication. Instead, he had to satisfy himself with desperate pants and grunts.

“Do you want me to use that thingy?” Remus looked at the weird rod Peter was showing him earlier. “Want me to milk your prostate with it?”

Padfoot arched his back instead of giving him a real answer, his ass perched up, tail in the air, his hole twitching, waiting to be explored.

Remus took it as a yes and grabbed the thing with a smile on his face. He circled around Padfoot and looked around for something that could be used instead of lube, for an easier slide.

He grabbed the liquid soap and covered the probe with it.

“Are you ready, love?” He asked as he steadied one hand on Padfoot’s back, holding the probe with the other.

Padfoot barked out in agreement, wiggling his ass up and raising his tail even more.

Remus slowly pushed the instrument into Padfoot, diligently watching as his puckered-up hole stretched around it, devouring it. He returned his attention back to the neglected cock as well, one hand tugging onto it, while the other held onto the probe. He circled around, looking for Padfoot’s prostate, and once his movements were met with delightful panting and arching of Padfoot’s back, he guessed that he’s probably hit it.

“Come for me, babe,” Remus leaned over and whispered into Padfoot’s ear.

He figured that if anybody was to walk in on them in that exact moment, he’ll have a lot of explaining to do. He glanced over quickly to the door, making sure Peter wasn’t coming back, and continued pushing and pulling onto Padfoot.

He was rewarded by a hefty release, grabbing the vial clumsily so he wouldn’t lose on the precious discharge. Luckily for him, Padfoot was always generous in his ejaculations and there was plenty of stuff left for the vial, the rest of it ending up on the exam table.

Once it was done, Remus finally pulled out the probe out of Padfoot as well, causing him to buckle down onto the table, exhausted. He patted him on the head and praised his efforts, telling him what a good boy he was for enduring it all and promising him a repeat once they’re back at home.

Just when he leaned in to kiss his head, Peter opened the door, startling them both and Remus quickly jumped up, straightening his back.

“Oh, did you manage to get some?”

Remus wanted to explain that, no, he didn’t exactly get any, at least not in the sense that would matter to him, as he felt particularly strained inside of his trousers, trying to hide his erection and will it into going down. But of course, Peter wasn’t referring to that, curious if Remus managed to get a hold of Padfoot’s semen.

“It’s here, I hope this will be enough,” he raised the vial up, showing it to Peter.

“More than enough!” Peter’s eyes have widened, surprised by how much came out of the dog. “We’ll send it to lab immediately.”

“Good!” Remus said cheerfully. “Can’t wait to get the results back.”

“Is he ok?” Peter looked at Padfoot, sprawled onto the bed, panting.

“Oh, he always gets like that right after—” Remus shut his mouth up before he revealed more than necessary and appropriate. He couldn’t exactly say how this was Padfoot’s normal behaviour after reaching an especially exhausting orgasm, because there was no logical explanation to why he would possibly know that. “I guess he’s tired from running around the park all day.”

Peter took it as the truth and didn’t find anything strange in the explanation offered by Remus.

“Anyway…” Peter looked at Remus just a bit awkwardly. “Ok, I guess we’ll have the results in about three days.”

“Whoa, three days?! That’s…” Remus wanted to say excruciatingly long, but settled with, “Manageable, I guess.”

Padfoot looked at him anxiously, probably agreeing with assessment that a three days’ time is a lot of time.

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“I want you to fuck me,” Sirius said conversationally as he chewed on the eggs and bacon Remus has prepared them for breakfast.

Remus almost choked on the orange juice he has been drinking, spilling it all over his morning newspaper.

“Excuse me?!” He wanted to make sure he’s heard it right.

Sirius looked at the mess his boyfriend made and shook his head in amusement, barely able to contain a laugh, finally looking into Remus’ eyes as he swallowed.

“You know,” he started explaining, “I’m always the one giving it to you, so I was wondering if perhaps we should switch it up a bit. Only if you want to, though.”

Remus bit his lower lip, as this was definitely not a conversation he was planning on having this morning. Not that he was against the idea…

“You don’t want it? Ok, I’m fine either way, I was just thinking—“

“No, no, no…” Remus stopped him, waving his hands a little bit too enthusiastically. “I do want to!”

Sirius tilted his neck, as if he were to assess what was going on in Remus’ head right now.

“I just thought… that you didn’t want to—” Remus cleared his throat before continuing, “—bottom.”

“I’m down for anything with you, Remus,” Sirius chuckled, taking another bite of his breakfast. “You should have been aware of that by now.” He said with his mouth full.

Remus wondered how it can this man be so attractive in the middle of doing such a mundane thing as eating breakfast. Especially, chewing with his mouth half-open. It should be disgusting and make him look away, not make him want to rip Sirius’ clothes off and take up on his offer right now.

“Do you… want to do that right now?” Remus tried his luck.

Sirius stopped mid-chewing, raising his eyebrows in interest.

“Don’t you have to go to the store?”

“Not if sex is on the table,” Remus snorted. “Store can wait.”

“Oh, on the table, huh?” Sirius let out a satisfied chortle, pushing his half-full plate away and wiping his lips with a napkin.

“I was speaking figuratively,” Remus explained himself, but it mattered little to Sirius in that moment as he was already standing up, clearing the table.

“I wasn’t.” Sirius laughed. “Come on, big boy, let’s get it on.”

Remus got flustered all of the sudden, unsure what he should do first. He stood up, the chair making an awful grating sound on the linoleum floor. He suddenly remembered something, making a weird face.

“We ran out of lube, though,” he said disappointedly. “This was why I wanted to go to the store, actually…” he started explaining.

“We ran through Poppy’s gel already?” Sirius asked in surprise. It was a huge bottle of medical gel that they’ve used as a lubricant – a little too excessively, it seemed.

“Yep,” Remus confirmed it.

“Hm… there’s olive oil,” Sirius nudged towards the oil Remus used when frying the eggs earlier.

“It’s gonna be messy,” Remus bit into his lower lip, but didn’t exactly argue against it. He walked over to the counter, or actually made those two steps over to the counter, as the kitchen was pretty small and cramped and grabbed the olive oil bottle, inspecting it curiously.

In the meantime, Sirius managed to clear the table and take his clothes off, waiting for Remus impatiently, leaning on the table.

“Fuck me,” Remus shook his head, wondering just what he did to deserve this man in his life.

“No, fuck me,” Sirius corrected him.

Remus opened up the oil bottle as he approached the table, smirking.

“How do you want me? On my back?” Sirius said as he leaned on the table, spreading his legs. “On all fours?” He suddenly turned around, climbing up on the table and raising his bare ass up. “As Padfoot?” He stuck his tongue out and started panting.

Remus smiled in endearment.

“Let’s start with you first, huh?” He shook his head. He never even considered doing it with Padfoot like this… it would be weird somehow. While he had no problem when the roles were reversed, fucking a dog was a concept he still had to wrap his head around.

Sirius arched his back, spreading his legs some more as he was kneeling on the table. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, having his knees and elbows digging into the hard surface of the table.

Remus put his hand on the small of Sirius’ back, soothing him.

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting…” Sirius keened as he wiggled his ass up in the air.

“So impatient, babe,” Remus shook his head, endeared by the scene before him. He was used to seeing Sirius in charge usually, this new position he was in made his trousers feel too tight all of the sudden. He unzipped himself, making it easier to breathe, taking his cock out. It was throbbing in his hand already and it yet had to wait for the real fun to start. He hoped he would manage to last through working Sirius open.

Remus poured a gratuitous amount of oil into his palm. This was probably going to be one hell of a clean-up job later, but right now fucking Sirius was his number one priority and he couldn’t bother with it.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he index finger probed around Sirius’ twitching hole.

“Yeah, Lupin, just get it on with,” Sirius growled out.

“Lupin?!” Remus raised his eyebrows in confusion. This was something new, being called by his last name. Sirius usually called him everything from his name to pet names such as baby, love, honey, darling… but never Lupin.

“I tend to be a bit… bitchy when I’m not getting what I want.” Sirius explained.

“Babe, I’m in the middle of giving you just what you want,” Remus laughed as he dug his finger inside of him, causing Sirius to squirm, arching his back even more.

“Yeah, if it were up to me, you would be buried to the hilt already,” Sirius grunted out.

“We have to make you ready or it will hurt,” Remus reasoned with him.

“Fuck… I can take it, just give it to me,” Sirius moaned out, obviously in discomfort, as Remus added another finger.

“Oh, you’re sucking me in so greedily,” Remus licked his lips as he looked at his finger disappear into Sirius. He wondered if his hole was doing the same when their roles were reversed. No wonder Sirius always wanted to do it, when the view from here was so great.

“More, give me more…” Sirius demanded as his body moved backwards, chasing Remus’ fingers.

A third finger joined, then a fourth – Remus digging into Sirius, stretching him out properly. For a moment, he wondered if he could fit his whole fist inside of him.

And it was as if Sirius could read his mind, as he turned his head to have a better look at Remus.

“We can try it another time, I just need your cock right now,” he exhaled desperately.

Remus groaned out as he felt his cock twitch, once it was referred to. He pulled his fingers out and assessed their positions. He was tall, but not as tall to reach Sirius’ hole from where he was perched on the table. The only option left was for him to climb the table himself. Its legs were quite squeaky, but it seemed sturdy enough to hold both of their weights. For now, at least.

He kneeled onto it, behind Sirius as he grabbed his cock and probed around Sirius’ red, stretched out rim.

“Come on, Lupin, fuck me,” Sirius demanded, pushing his hips back into him, asking to be penetrated right away.

Remus pushed in at once, Sirius’ words only hyping him up. Their hips met in a loud slap, causing both of them to moan out.

“Is this what you want?” Remus asked as he pulled out of him just to slam back in ruthlessly. He didn’t even know he had it in him.

“Ugh, yeah, give it to me!” Sirius yelled out, his head sinking into his arms. “Deeper!”

“Ah, this is so amazing, you’re sucking me right in,” Remus noticed as he worked out a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of Sirius vigorously. He pulled Sirius closer, steadying his hands around his hips, as he became the one to control this.

“Ugh, fuck!” Sirius whined out, muffling his words as he buried his face into his arm.

“No, I want to hear you!” Remus surprised himself by what he did next – taking a handful of Sirius’ hair and pulling his head up.

“Ah, Lupin…” Sirius whined out in desperation, clearly not minding the way he was being manhandled. “Just like that!”

Remus bit his lower lip, appreciating the encouragement, his hips bucking forwards particularly harshly, Sirius letting him have all the control.

The man underneath him made low and needy whimpers, each time Remus managed to hit his prostate. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer – not with all the sounds, sights and feelings overwhelming him.

“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus whined out, feeling the familiar tension in his lower stomach, signalling that he was close to his peak.

By now, Sirius developed a freakishly accurate system of predicting Remus’ actions, as if he was always a step ahead of him.

“Give it to me, fill me up!” He whined out underneath him, positioning his ass a bit higher, becoming more than pliant all of the sudden.

“Fuck, babe!” Remus made a sound that was something between a whine and a grunt, and if his mind wasn’t in a state of this sex-haze that it was in right now and if he could hear himself produce it, he’d probably be embarrassed by it. Since nothing but Sirius mattered right now, he didn’t have the time for self-awareness so he just unabashedly spilled himself inside of him, filling the kitchen up with lewd sounds.

Sirius took it all in, his hole twitching around him, milking him dry.

Remus wondered why the hell did they wait this long to switch it up like this. He mourned the time wasted doing anything else but being buried inside of Sirius.

“You were so good, love, let me finish you—” Remus cleared his throat and reached his hand under Sirius, once he was done cumming. Just as he wrapped his hand around him, a grating sound of his phone ringing startled them both.

“Don’t you dare…” Sirius growled at him, making a sound similar to something Padfoot would make. “Ah…” He whined out at the loss of contact, as Remus’ limp cock slid out of him and his hand disappeared from where it started stroking.

“This might be Peter…” Remus explained, barely able to stand up straight, his knees hurting from the harsh surface of the table.

“I’ll kill you, Lupin…” Sirius grunted out angrily, but the threat didn’t sound that serious, at least not coming from a man whose knees gave up on him and made him sprawl himself against the table, panting.

“That’s wonderful news, Peter, he’s right here with me, I’ll tell him right away,” Remus exclaimed happily, looking at Sirius and showing him thumbs-up, before he realized how ridiculous this statement might have sounded in Peter’s ears. “I mean, he’d be happy if he could understand it, but he’s just a dog and he can’t, he-he-he…” Remus corrected himself awkwardly.

Sirius turned himself in the meantime, now facing Remus. He tilted his neck in amusement, watching his boyfriend talking on the phone, naked.

“Once again, thanks, Peter this is what we were hoping for… Oh?! Oh… Well… that’s unfortunate,” Remus’ expression suddenly changed as he chatted away with Peter solemnly.

Once the conversation was over and Remus hung up, Sirius sat up, weirded out.

“I presume the paternity test results came in, but why are you disappointed that I’m not the father?”

“Oh…” Remus made an awkward face. “You’re not the father, but you are kind of going to be a foster father?”

“What?!”

“Dolores gave the puppy away and he was about to be taken to the shelter.”

“Don’t tell me…” Sirius made a shocked face.

“Well, honey, just because he’s not yours doesn’t mean---”

“Remus?!” Sirius went pale. “Please don’t tell me we’re adopting a puppy.”

“Fostering!” Remus corrected him. “We’re fostering a puppy.”

“I don’t really see a difference here…” Sirius shook his head.

“It means we’re taking him in until Peter finds a forever home for him.”

“Hm…” Sirius pursed his lips.

“Oh, come on! It’s only for a short while.” Remus assured him.

“Ugh, fine…” Sirius threw his head back in frustration. “Can we get back to this now?” He motioned to his still hard cock, sprawled against his lower stomach, straining.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll get right to it.” Remus chuckled and licked his lips.

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Remus spread his legs as wide as he could, accommodating Padfoot between them, the dog working relentlessly at giving him pleasure, his hard cock thrusting in and out of his already swollen up and tortured hole, growing bigger and thicker with each of the thrusts. The leaking precum acted like a perfect lube, making the slide easier. They’ve been at it for hours, Remus starting to feel sore, but letting his partner have one more go at it, as he was especially horny today.

“Fuck, babe, knot me,” Remus whined out desperately, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his words slurred, his hands gripping into Padfoot’s coarse fur, pulling him closer. He figured a good knotting would be a perfect ending to this day, and it would also tire Padfoot out so he would be able to go to sleep immediately, without suggesting another round.

Padfoot whined out, licking sloppily against Remus’ neck, all the way up to his ear, soaking him in saliva, marking him as his in every way possible.

Remus dug his heels into Padfoot’s back, wrapping his legs around him, not intent of letting him go until the dog gave him what he wanted.

Padfoot buried himself deeper, finally bulging up and catching on Remus’ rim, locking himself in steadily.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, babe…” Remus threw his head back in trance. That was just what he wanted, what he has been needing, getting filled up by Padfoot, stuffed to the brim with his thick cum until his belly bulged from it.

As he felt the semen streaming into him, coating his insides, he almost automatically clenched around the hot twitching thing inside of him, intent on milking it to the last drop. He pulled Padfoot closer, wrapping his arms around him, wanting to feel his body heat. His fingers dug into the dog’s fur, making him whine, but Padfoot didn’t stop moving as he was still riding his long orgasm out.

“Fuck me, yeah…” Remus encouraged him. “Fuck me, Pads…”

Padfoot’s wet nose was buried into the crook of his neck, breathing into him, in rhythm with each erratic thrust.

Padfoot’s wet nose also dug into shoulder. Wait… what?! If Padfoot’s nose was on the left side of his neck, then Padfoot’s nose definitely couldn’t be on his right shoulder. Panic set into Remus, replacing pleasure in a hot second.

“Stop, stop!” Remus yelled out upon realization, pushing Padfoot as much as he could, considering they were practically glued together, moving as one.

He turned his head to his right side and saw a small creature looking at him enthusiastically, wagging his tail, not realizing he was interrupting something that resembled a heated mating ritual more than anything else. Did the puppy confuse them for being his real parents and wanted to stop them from making more puppies who would compete for his love and attention? He was staying with them for five days now and was already overly attached to both of them, especially Remus.

Padfoot stopped his ministrations, still connected with Remus though, his knot preventing him from going anywhere, as it would for the next half an hour at least.

Remus tried wriggling out from under him as much as he could, grabbing the puppy and covering his eyes.

“No, Snuffles, you shouldn’t be here.” Remus whined out, unable to speak coherently as he still felt his insides being filled with Padfoot’s seed.

Padfoot barked out in agreement. He thrust himself into Remus one last time, finally emptying himself out, making Remus yelp out in pleasure as he just happened to hit the most sensitive spot.

“Babe, this is highly inappropriate,” Remus warned him, once he slightly recovered from that last thrust. “The kid shouldn’t be seeing this.”

Padfoot whined out, unable to control his urges, but obviously agreeing with Remus.

“Can you turn yourself back right now? Sirius?” Remus asked desperately, unable to control the puppy who tried wriggling himself out of his hands. He would really use two more hands right now.

Padfoot whined out something that could only be interpreted as a ‘no’.

Remus sighed, exhausted.

Padfoot barked out at the puppy, but it didn’t seem to help much, the whelp still wagging his tail, not at least bit scared of the larger dog.

“Fuck, you have absolutely no authority over him,” Remus chuckled out and threw his head back into the pillow, still holding the puppy tightly, covering his eyes up. He realized it was going to be one challenging wait for Padfoot’s knot to deflate.

“Oh, fuck!” Sirius suddenly whined out, as they were both shaken by his sudden transformation.

“Oh, thank god!” Remus said in relief seeing his boyfriend was back in his human form.

“I’m not completely turned…” Sirius warned him, looking down at where they were connected.

“What?!” Remus screeched out, looking down as well, unable to believe what he was hearing. Apparently, the knot was still there, stuck inside of Remus.

“Yep…” Sirius sighed in defeat. “We have to wait a bit longer.”

“How come you… I mean… why is your cock still… like that?” Remus looked down in horror.

“It can’t change back if it’s stuck inside you,” Sirius explained, trying to find the right position, not to squish Remus with his body. He finally managed to sit on his heels, between Remus’ legs, their bodies connected.

“Here, take him over,” Remus handed Snuffles over.

Sirius took him, as he held him above Remus. The dog was a handful and he needed Remus’ help to have his eyes covered. The both of them barely managed to hold him off, for he was wiggling that much.

“The view from here is to die for, we wouldn’t want to traumatize him,” Sirius licked his lips as he looked at the place where they were connected, Remus’ ring of muscles red and stretched out around him. He still didn’t manage to cum, even though he was close, his hard and painfully red cock laying on his belly.

“Fuck, Sirius, I don’t think I can do this for another half an hour.” Remus whined out, squirming underneath him.

“I can try talking you through it…” Sirius suggested.

“Fuck…”

“Do you want that?”

“Mhm…” Remus bit his lower lip, unable to form coherent speech.

“Imagine my lips on you… just my lips – slowly kissing their way up your shaft. Kiss after kiss as I slowly move towards the tip.”

“Fuck, Sirius…” Remus threw his head back into the pillow, almost forgetting to hold his hands over the puppy’s eyes.

“You are dripping precum all over your belly… imagine my tongue lapping it all up. Mmm, you’re delicious, Remus.”

Sirius looked down at Remus’ throbbing cock, glowing from how much precum it leaked out of it.

“And then I finally take it into my mouth-“ Sirius started but was interrupted by Remus’ body thrashing underneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whined out as he spilled himself all over his abs.

“Wow, that was fast, I didn’t even manage to get to the part where I swallow you up until you hit the back of my throat.” Sirius chuckled.

“Oh, god, Sirius… this is so wrong.” He said as he looked at the puppy they were holding.

“I know…” Sirius nodded. “Shit!”

“What is it?”

“I think my knot is not going down, but quite the opposite.”

“What?!”

“Sorry, babe… it’s going to be at least an hour… or two.”

Regulus held the puppy up in the air, inspecting him under the light.

“This is ridiculous, they are almost identical,” he murmured to himself.

“Like you don’t know me, Reggie, I would never!” Sirius grumbled out.

“He has a DNA proof and everything, it’s not his.” James meddled in, defending Sirius.

Regulus turned the puppy upside down, looking at his belly, making him whine out in the process.

“Please, be more gentle with him,” Remus walked over to him and took the puppy away from Regulus.

The whelp made a satisfied sound once he was back in familiar hands, wagging his tail happily and trying to lick Remus’ face.

“There, there, baby…” Remus kissed his little head, endeared by the puppy’s little whines.

“So, you’re just going to play house with the puppy? Who’s mummy and who’s daddy?” Regulus said mockingly.

“He’s not our dog, we’re just fostering until---” Remus started explaining.

“He’s the mummy, obviously,” Sirius interrupted him, stating it matter-of-factly. “He’s the one going all mushy around him.”

“Hey!” Remus whined out, but smiling anyway.

“I’m going to be the stern and formidable one, in charge of disciplining the kid.”

Remus snorted, hearing that.

“You’re the one who insisted he should sleep in bed with us, babe.”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep from the constant squealing and whining at our bedroom door!” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Yeah… reminds me of someone on their first night here.”

“Hey! That was different!” Sirius frowned.

“Ok, ok… we get it!” James interrupted them. “So why exactly do you need our help with him?”

“Oh yeah,” Sirius shrugged. “We’ve been living with him for almost a week now and we don’t have enough alone time, so we need you guys to watch him over the weekend. So that we can… you know…” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

James looked at him questioningly.

“You didn’t have sex in a week? That’s new…” He laughed.

Regulus watched them both with his hands crossed his chest, a disgusted look on his face.

“I didn’t say we didn’t have sex, just that we didn’t have as much as we’re used to.” Sirius said conversationally, Remus looking away in embarrassment, pretending the puppy needed his attention right in that moment.

Regulus groaned out in frustration.

“Oh, give me a break… you don’t have to do it three times a day!”

James looked at him sadly, his lips forming a thin line, as if he wanted to add something to this.

“He interrupted us in the middle of doing it last night,” Sirius confessed. “A real coitus interruptus.”

Remus gave him a look. “I remember finishing just fine babe,” Remus reminded him. “More than once.”

“Ok, that’s just TMI!” Regulus said, raising his arms up, not wanting to hear another word about his brother’s sex life. “We’re not taking the little pest, just so you can shag in peace.”

“I took care of your dog for a weekend when I didn’t even know you guys,” Remus reminded them, still avoiding eye contact.

“You had ulterior motives with out dog, Lupin,” Regulus snapped at him. “It’s not the same.”

“Oh, come on…” Sirius moaned out. “James?! Jamie?! Jimmy?! Jimbo?!” Despite being in his human form, he looked at James with his big, puppy eyes, batting his lashes at him. He very well knew that he had to work on breaking James down, instead of his brother.

“I guess… if it’s just one weekend…”

“James!” Regulus snapped at him in annoyance.

“Thank you!” Sirius threw himself around his friend’s neck and landed a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best!”

“Thanks, James,” Remus finally looked at him, still holding the puppy in his arms. “Snuffles is really the best doggy, you’ll see.”

“Hey!” Sirius frowned, hurt by this remark.

“Snuffles?” Regulus rolled his eyes. “That’s a ridiculous name.”

“I thought I was the best, you always tell me that.” Sirius spat out, annoyed.

“Honey, I tell you you’re a good boy, not the best boy,” Remus chuckled, thinking it was kind of surreal how Sirius managed to be jealous of a puppy.

Regulus smirked, amused by his brother competing for Remus’ praises with a puppy. “I guess we can take him for a weekend,” he rolled his eyes. “He’ll probably be a better pet then you ever were.”

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Remus was woken up by his stomach growling. He was trapped under a warm and snuggly body, though not the same one he fell asleep next to the previous night. Sirius would do that sometimes in the middle of the night – turn himself into Padfoot. Remus couldn’t say he was against it, not really, since it was warm and cuddly, being able to bury his face into Padfoot’s fur. He removed the giant paw that held him down possessively and slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake him up and wrapping himself into his old dressing gown.

He walked into the kitchen, realizing they were out of milk and eggs, quickly writing it down into the shopping list and hanging it on the fridge, under one of the magnets. He scavenged through the cabinets and stumbled upon a jar of peanut butter. He wasn’t sure how long ago it was opened so he had to smell it, making sure if it was ok to eat it. He wouldn’t want to end up with a food poisoning.

“Jam…” He checked the fridge for jam. There was a jar of what used to be raspberry jam, but it was empty. “Damnit, Sirius…”

Just who returned empty jars back into the fridge instead of throwing them away? His boyfriend, apparently.

He spread the peanut butter over the toast and had a bite. He realized he should probably wake Sirius up and offer him some too. Or… he might wake him up with breakfast in bed.

As he prepared the slices of peanut butter toast, his eyes wandered to the empty food and water bowls on the floor. He wondered how James and Regulus were handling Snuffles, since they didn’t hear from them since they took off with him the day before yesterday. They were supposed to bring him back sometime during the day.

Carrying two plates of toast proved to be a challenging task for Remus as he didn’t notice the tennis ball left right there where they were playing with Snuffles the other day, as he slipped over it and fell, sprawling himself onto the kitchen floor, his hands ending up covered in peanut butter.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed as he looked at the ruins of what was supposed to be their breakfast.

Woken up by the clatter, Padfoot rushed into the kitchen to see if Remus was fine.

“I’m just being clumsy, babe,” Remus explained, still sitting on the floor, his hands dirty.

Padfoot sniffed once and closed in on him, licking the peanut butter off of Remus’ hands.

“Hey, that tickles,” Remus snickered, feeling Padfoot’s coarse tongue on his palms. He didn’t do anything to stop him, extending his hands towards him.

Padfoot lapped up the spread from his hands hungrily.

“You like peanut butter, huh?” Remus tilted his head, looking at the jar left on the counter. He had a marvellous idea. They still had some alone time left before Snuffles returned home, why not use it the best way they could?

He stood up and walked over to the counter, taking his gown off in the process, grabbing the jar and digging his hand into it. Padfoot looked up with interest.

“How about you lick it off your favourite place?” Remus asked as he scooped up a handful of peanut butter.

Padfoot sat on the floor and made a desperate howl, salivating at the sudden prospect.

Remus spread the butter all over his balls, his hand sliding further back and covering the space between his cheeks as well. There was plenty of the spread left and he intended to use all of it.

Padfoot couldn’t keep still anymore and rushed towards him, nudging him with his snout, making him sit across the floor with his legs spread out.

“Fuck, Pads, so impatient,” Remus laughed out, endeared by his boyfriend’s eagerness. He pushed his snout against Remus’ skin, making him lose balance and he ended up sitting back on the floor, with his legs spread open.

Apparently, this was just what Padfoot wanted, as he lounged himself onto him and started lapping up the spread peanut butter from Remus body, slurping it loudly.

Remus pulled Padfoot’s head closer, tugging him in, allowing him to take as much as he wanted.

“Oh, babe… your tongue,” Remus threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. He wanted, he needed more and suddenly, Padfoot touching only the surface of his skin wasn’t enough, he needed him closer, he needed to feel him on the inside.

Remus turned around, positioning himself on his hands and knees. He reached for the almost empty jar again, taking another gratuitous scoop out of it, spreading it all over his ass. He turned his head, looking at Padfoot challengingly.

Padfoot took the opportunity and started licking the spread from Remus, his tongue working almost automatically. He slobbered all over the floor and the mixture of peanut butter and saliva dripped down Remus’ thighs. He licked that up as well, not wanting to waste a drop of it. Remus arched his back, offering himself up on the platter. He felt Padfoot’s nose gloss over his hole a few times, exploring, trying to find a way in.

His knees buckled, but he remained sturdy on the floor. He reached back with one of his hands, spreading his cheeks apart, stretching himself out.

“More, Pads, I need more…” he huffed out, encouraging him.

Padfoot licked over the sensitive rim, trying to work it open, but it wasn’t possible without Remus’ own finger. Once he had some help, it was easier to protrude the sensitive ring of muscle, Padfoot’s coarse tongue finally tasting Remus’ insides.

“Oh, babe, that’s it,” Remus whined out, closing his eyes from the overstimulation. “Lick me out!”

Padfoot grunted, tongue wiggling its way inside, pressing itself into Remus eagerly.

“Oh, fuck…” Remus whined out as he felt the tongue grow bigger. It almost seemed like being stuffed with Padfoot’s dick again, the way that thing inside of him was growing larger by second. It was a good, satisfying feeling, but something was off with it. Tongues shouldn’t get swollen and grow, no matter what was done with them, right? Not even those belonging to magic shapeshifters…

“Wait, Pads… there’s something wrong,” Remus breathed out as he pushed himself away from Padfoot, moaning out in desperation after losing the feeling of his tongue in his body. He turned around and was shocked with what he saw.

Not only his tongue, but the entirety of Padfoot’s face was swollen, like he was stung by bees or something – his nose, his cheeks, his mouth… it was a horrifying look.

“Oh my god, Padfoot!” Remus yelled out in panic, grabbing Padfoot’s face between his hands to have a closer look. He didn’t know who to call. Peter? Poppy? He was currently a dog, but he also wasn’t really a dog.

Remus scrambled for his phone, despite his hands being sticky, and called the safest option – Regulus.

Luckily for them, Regulus answered after the second ring, although he did sound annoyed.

“He’s all… swollen up and he can’t turn back into Sirius,” Remus huffed into the phone in panic.

“Did you feed him nuts or something?” Regulus asked calmly.

“Nuts?” Remus had a dirty thought, having to shake his head to get rid of it. “Fuck! Peanut butter!”

“Sirius is allergic to peanut butter, he knows that, he wouldn’t—” Regulus started but Remus interrupted it.

“He had a lot of peanut butter. Like… a lot!” Remus looked at the empty jar on the floor.

“Where is his EpiPen?”

Remus didn’t even know Sirius possessed such a thing. He rushed over to the bedroom to look through Sirius’ stuff, but there was no EpiPen in sight. He looked at Padfoot. He was very swollen up but at least he seemed like he could breathe normally. Still, Remus panicked, this being the first time he was faced with an emergency such as this one.

“There’s no… no such thing here!” He said as he found a lot of crap in Sirius’ drawer – but nothing that would help him in this precise moment.

Luckily for them, Regulus and James arrived in a matter of minutes, Regulus not hesitating a moment to stab his brother with the much needed injection. He seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much, judging from the borderline diabolic smile on his face.

Padfoot whined out and curled up on the floor, a few moments later turning into a naked man wriggling on the floor. Remus rushed over to him.

Regulus looked at Sirius, then at Remus, covered up by his dressing gown and finally he saw the empty jar.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he rolled his eyes as it dawned on him just what they’ve been up to. James stood in the background, being just a spectator and holding Snuffles.

“I didn’t know he had a nut allergy,” Remus explained. He never would have offered peanut butter if he knew.

Sirius finally stood up from the floor, looking slightly dishevelled.

“I do have it,” he slurred out. “I thought I would be immune as Padfoot.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Regulus shook his head.

“Padfoot can do some things I can’t, so I thought… and Remus was covered in it, I just couldn’t pass on the opportunity.”

“TMI, you guys!” James added in as he put Snuffles down on the floor.

“You should have told me, you idiot, I could have killed you!” Remus grumbled out angrily, but still wanted to check if Sirius was fine. “Let me take a look.” He grabbed his chin and inspected his face.

Snuffles ran over to them and started sniffing around Remus, probably still able to smell the remnants of the peanut butter on him.

“Hey, little one,” Remus picked him up and took him into his arms. “Did you miss us?”

Snuffles licked Remus’ face enthusiastically.

Sirius frowned.

“He sure missed you,” he scoffed.

“About that,” James interrupted them. “We were thinking, Reg and I,” he looked at Regulus, seeking for his approval to continue. “We thought of adopting Snuffles.”

Remus turned to them in confusion, the puppy still in his arms.

“Adopting?”

“Well, we had so much fun this weekend,” he smiled, “And we’ve kind of gotten used to having a dog… with Sirius and everything.”

“Hey!” Sirius frowned, pouting dramatically.

“Besides, we don’t think you’re being a good influence on young Snuffles,” Regulus interjected. “All he can learn here is how to hump things.”

“He humped Reggie’s leg yesterday.” James chuckled.

“Shut up, James!” Regulus grumbled out.

“Anyway,” James shrugged his shoulders. “We’d like to keep him, but only if it’s ok with you guys.”

Sirius and Remus looked at each other in confusion. They were only his foster parents, with the intention of letting him be adopted by someone, they just didn’t think the moment would come so soon.

“Babe?” Sirius tilted his head. “Are you ok with that? I know you were looking forward to being a mum.”

Remus laughed nervously, squeezing Snuffles closer to his chest.

“Um… no… I mean… this is wonderful news. Snuffles deserves a loving home and parents who can give him all the attention he needs.”

“We are going to be uncles,” Sirius smiled as he patted Snuffles’ head. He took a step closer to him and Remus. “And we can still continue working on getting you pregnant. Who knows, something might catch on if we work hard enough.” He whispered into Remus’ ear and winked, probably aware of the absurdity of his own words.

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Remus was in the middle of the bed, sprawled on his back, letting Sirius do all the work. His only role was to relax and watch Sirius eagerly jump up and down on his cock, trying to bring them both to their orgasm. Every time Remus tried touching him, and that was often as his hands flew up almost automatically, he was shoved off rudely, almost slapped back into submission. Sirius was adamant to finish the job himself, needing no interference from Remus and his grabby hands.

“No touching…” He warned him, frowning down at him.

It was difficult, not touching the milky white skin above him, those taunt pink nipples almost begging to be roughed up and squeezed between his fingers.

“Fuck!” Remus moaned out, digging his fingers into the sheets as that was the only place that he could transfer his frustration onto.

Sirius’ cock bounced up and down, swollen and its head glistening, following his movements, and Remus thought it was a damn shame that he couldn’t give it a tug or two. Just watching it move like that was painful.

“Next time I’ll tie you up, maybe that will make you listen,” Sirius threatened from above, smirking at him. It sounded more like a promise to Remus’ ears.

“Yeah, you should do that,” Remus nodded, encouraging him. His own willpower was dwindling and real, physical restrains would be much more helpful in this situation.

“Yeah?” Sirius tilted his head, pondering. “For real?”

Remus nodded eagerly.

Suddenly, he jumped off of Remus’ cock, making him whine out at the unexpected loss. He wobbled slightly as he went out of the bedroom, before returning with a leash. Padfoot’s leash to be exact. He snapped it once, the leather straining in the air making a harsh whipping sound, grabbing Remus’ attention.

“Hands up!” He ordered and Remus followed wordlessly, raising his arms up above his head.

Sirius tied his wrists to the bedpost, making sure it was tight enough and that there was practically no wriggle room.

Remus tugged on it, trying to free himself experimentally, but there was no way out for him. Sirius really did his best.

“Now we’re talking,” Sirius said proudly and leaped over Remus once again. He flicked his finger over the sensitive, leaking head of his cock, intent on continuing what they have started, but in a much slower pace. He would have Remus work for it, properly earn it, if he wanted them to continue.

“Come on, don’t tease me like that,” Remus whined out, desperate to bury himself inside of Sirius’ warm body once again.

“Or what? It’s not like you can do something about it.” Sirius smiled wickedly, looking at Remus’ tied up hands, not rushing anywhere.

“Babe…” Remus arched his back, thrusting his hips up in the air, begging for contact.

“I should just leave you like this and do something else. You complained how I never wash the dishes, maybe I should go and do just that,” Sirius kneeled on the bed above him, not in a hurry to return to what he was doing just minutes earlier. “I did wash them that one time, though… do you remember? The first time after we fucked, while you were sound asleep, all exhausted from my knot. Well, Padfoot’s knot actually—"

“Fuck, Sirius!” Remus bit his lip, almost breaking the skin with his teeth. He was not in the mood for Sirius’ ramblings. He was in mood for one thing and one thing only, as his red and throbbing penis indicated. The damn thing was yearning for Sirius’ full attention, but all it got were a few flicks and a slight brush of skin, making it even more desperate.

“There is a pile of dishes in the sink just waiting to be—”

“Sirius!” Remus yelled out, startling Sirius by the intensity. His hands tugged on the leash, making the headboard slam into the wall so hard that a layer of it fell right off, revealing the sloppy magenta paint job underneath it. The previous tenants were really into colours, it seemed.

“Ok, ok, I get it…” Sirius rolled his eyes, pretending that what was about to come next was a chore and not something he did gladly, seemingly mourning the harsh reality that he couldn’t do the dishes and had to do Remus instead.

He positioned himself right above Remus’ leaking head, touching it just barely with his rim. He intended to prolong this as much as he could.

Remus bucked his hips up, moaning out at the barest of contacts.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Sirius mewled out from above, his hands exploring Remus’ bare chest.

“You,” Remus whined out desperately. “I want you. I always want you, just you…” Remus went on and on, voicing his only desire. Wasn’t it obvious? Whatever he did, all he could think about was Sirius and the various ways in which they could consume each other.

“Hm, luckily for you, I’m right here, baby,” Sirius licked his lips, finally agreeing to give him what he wanted. He took Remus’ cock into his hand and guided it right inside of himself, slowly sinking down onto it, until he was fully sheated, right to the hilt. He gave Remus’ balls a light squeeze, making his whole body jerk up.

“Jesus, fuck!” Remus yelped out, his voice cracking.

“I’m not Jesus, silly,” Sirius chuckled.

“You might as well be,” Remus sighed out, thrusting his hips up and down, asking for that friction. “I feel like you’ve just given me my salvation.”

Sirius snorted, throwing his head back, exposing his sensitive neck to Remus, who lamented the fact he was incapacitated like that right now and couldn’t touch it, kiss it, lick it, bite into it… He could do nothing but stare at it desperately and even that was somehow enough, just knowing it belonged to him.

He made an embarrassing moan at the realization, shifting Sirius attention back to him.

“What?” Sirius asked, his lips slightly parted as he was getting the right pace.

“I just, ugh…” Remus shook his head, not knowing what to answer. “It’s too much…”

“Are you hurting, do you want me to untie you?” Sirius looked at where Remus’ hands were tied up, his skin getting reddish around the leash.

“No…” Remus shook his head, “I’m…” he looked at where they were connected, trying to signal he was on the verge of reaching his orgasm.

“Oh… Already?” Sirius’ lips curled up devilishly, proud of his achievement of bringing Remus to the edge so quickly. “Knock yourself out, baby.” He said as he tightened himself around Remus’, squeezing his cock with his muscles, making him spill his seed into him.

“Ah, fuck…” Remus threw his head back into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, rolling them to the back of his head, as he was spasming, coating Sirius’ insides with his thick ropes of cum.

“Yeah, give it to me, just like that, baby,” Sirius bounced up and down, loud squelching sounds surrounding them as he was trying to help him out as much as he could. “Give me all you’ve got.” He said as he wrapped his hand around himself, ready to cum as well. If Remus’ hands were free, he’d be the one doing it for him, jerking him off keenly.

Suddenly, Remus’ phone started ringing and vibrating on the nightstand, startling them both.

“No, no, not right now…” Remus whined out, pushing his hips up frantically, not wanting to do anything else but finishing his job here, giving his best to Sirius.

“Oh, this is so fucking annoying…” Sirius referred to his ringtone. “Ring Ring by ABBA?! Really, Remus?” Sirius asked judgementally, stopping what he was doing right away. He was so annoyed by the sound he just had to make it stop in one way or another.

Remus shrugged, not seeing what the big deal was. The song was appropriate for a ringtone, that’s why he chose it in the first place. Of course, this wasn’t the ideal situation for his phone to go off in, but they could always let it ring and continue doing the deed, ignoring the sound altogether.

Sirius reached over to the nightstand, picking the phone up and answering it himself.

“Hello, this is Remus,” he said, his breath hitched. He did his best in trying to impersonate Remus, but failed miserably, sounding nothing like him.

“Remus?!” The voice on the other side asked, probably noticing the difference as well. “Heh, your voice sounds somehow different than it usually does.”

“Oh, well… I’m washing the dishes… It’s probably the sound of the water in the background that’s throwing you off.”

“There’s no… I don’t hear… Oh, well… This is Peter.”

“Peter?”

“Peter Pettigrew, your vet. I mean… Pads’ vet.” Peter introduced himself awkwardly.

“It’s Peter, the vet,” Sirius mouthed at Remus, squirming a bit where he was sitting, Remus’ cock still deep inside of him.

Remus nudged towards him, tilting his head, motioning him to put the phone to his ear, but Sirius ignored him, continuing the conversation himself, still impersonating Remus.

“How can I help you Peter, are you calling me to tell you what a good boy my dog Padfoot is? He sure is one good boy, right?” Sirius got a bit too much into it, praising himself.

Remus thought it highly inappropriate - perched up on his cock while asking to be praised by another man. He groaned in frustration, feeling a slight pang of jealousy rising in his stomach, but Sirius didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“Yeah, well… yeah…” Peter said, confused. “Actually, I’m calling because Padfoot’s previous owners, Regulus and James were just here with little Snuffles, who just got his first shots and everything.”

“Oh? That’s cool, I guess.” Sirius didn’t know why Peter called just to tell Remus that. Ok, his brother and James were responsible dog owners, kudos to them, but that was hardly Remus’ concern.

“And we came to a realization that your boy Padfoot is late with his rabies shot this year.” Peter got to the point.

“Shit-Fuck!”

Remus looked up, confused. Sirius’ body twitched around him nervously all of the sudden.

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, you can just bring him over one day so we can get it over with.” Peter said nonchalantly. “It’s the law, after all.”

“What is it?” Remus whispered, wondering about the sudden change in Sirius’ facial expression.

Sirius shook his head, not wanting to share this information with his boyfriend.

“You know what, Peter? I think you have the wrong number, this is not Remus.” He said and hung the phone up.

“Babe? What happened?” Remus asked, concerned, raising his upper body as much as the restraint allowed him.

“Nothing, it’s just Peter pulling pranks,” Sirius laughed dryly. “Why don’t we continue this, yeah… I still have to cum.” He said, tugging on his cock a bit too harshly and few strokes later spilled himself all over Remus’ chest, smearing his semen with his hands, enjoying the view.

Remus was just temporarily distracted with this action, but soon remembered Sirius still hasn’t explained the mystery surrounding Peter’s call.

“You know I’m going to call Peter the minute you release me, right?”

“Oh, thanks for the warning… now I really am going to leave you like this and tend to the dishes.” Sirius concluded and unlatched himself from Remus, both whining at the loss. “Sorry.”

He offered him an apologetic smile and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Sirius! Come back here!” Remus yelled after him, but had to make peace with the fact he was probably going to be left here, smeared in cold cum and tied up, because Sirius had no intention of facing the reality.

ABBA’s ‘Ring Ring’ started playing in the background, but Remus couldn’t reach his phone and Sirius had no intention to.

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Remus came back from his shift, exhausted – he worked for seven hours straight, standing on his feet the whole time, serving grumpy customers and trying to present them with a semblance of a smile the entire time. More often than not, it was a sour smile, but most of his customers were too drunk to even notice this. The tips he got were good though, judging by the fulness of his back pocket, not that he had time to count them yet.

“Honey, I’m home!” He announced as he slammed the front door.

There was no reply.

Ok, this wasn’t alarming, Sirius was probably in the bathroom and couldn’t hear him.

The lack of lights being turned on anywhere in the flat was far more worrisome than the silence itself.

“Sirius?!” Remus took off his jacket and hung it onto the coat hanger, while taking his shoes off.

He peeked into the empty bathroom and made a quick round across his flat. Luckily, it was a cramped space so he could do it in a hot second. Unfortunately, it was so small that there was no way Sirius could be hidden somewhere, which could mean only one thing – Sirius wasn’t there.

“Shit,” Remus’ face went pale, the first thought coming into his head was that Sirius has had enough of their relationship and had left him. Of course, this was supposed to happen sooner or later – Remus was just an average looking broke guy with a huge scar across his face who lived in a dingy shoe-box sized flat, worked double shifts in a dodgy pub and wore second-hand clothes. Sirius was a beautiful posh boy with a perfect posture, raised in luxury, used to enjoying finer things in life. He always pleaded with Remus to shop at Waitrose instead of in Lidl, he smoked Marlboro Golds opposite to his Winston Blues, he wore original Levi’s jeans and not some supermarket brand trousers that he’s found at the flea market, claiming it a bargain.

In Remus’ head, a guy like Remus wasn’t good enough for a guy like Sirius and it was just a matter of time until he came to this realization as well.

Remus sank down on his bed, putting his head between his legs, trying not to have a meltdown.

It was good while it lasted, right? They had a wonderful couple of months, enjoying themselves to the fullest, spending every free moment in bed, worshipping each other. There – naked and vulnerable, possessing nothing but their desire, they were equals, they were just two guys fucking each other… or a guy and a dog, depending on Sirius’ current mood.

They even expressed their love to each other, pretty quickly at that. Sirius was probably emerged by the moment, temporarily blinded by pleasure Remus has given him and perhaps thought he was in love with him, before the novelty wore off and the harsh reality hit. Now, he’s had it enough of Remus and decided to simply… leave.

Remus sniffled, trying not to cry but failing miserably. He felt tears stream down his face beyond his control and tried to find a tissue. He tapped on the bed but all he could find were crumpled up pieces of tissue paper used to wipe something else off earlier that morning. Something that definitly wasn’t tears or snot.

“Ew!” Remus made a grimace, holding the crusty tissue paper in disgust.

On his way to the bin, he stumbled over an obstacle and almost fell, cursing Sirius’ boot for standing in his way.

“Wait a minute?” He sniffed as he picked the wretched boot up.

Sirius wouldn’t just leave without his Doc Martens. He looked around the flat and noticed the rest of his stuff were still there – scattered and untidy, but there.

“Fuck, Remus, get a grip…”

He breathed out a sigh of relief, cursing himself for being so unsure of Sirius’ devotion, his first thought being that his loving boyfriend would leave him, when he never showed any indication of doing so.

But the main question still remained to be answered – where the hell was Sirius?!

ABBA’s ‘Ring Ring’ started playing from his jacket and he went to pick up his phone.

“Come and get your dog, he’s being a fucking menace for James’ porcelain,” Regulus grunted out, followed by some shuffling, before James took the phone over.

“Hey, Remus!” James sounded cheerful, yet hesitant.

“Hey! So… if I got this right, Sirius is with you guys?” Remus scratched his head in confusion. Sirius didn’t have the habit of going anywhere without him, as the sight of a large, unsupervised dog walking around the city by himself could draw some unwanted attention.

“Unfortunately so!” He heard Regulus yelling from the background.

“He came over in the afternoon and has no intention of leaving. He’s been muttering something about having to hide himself from the vet before he turned back into Padfoot and now refuses to turn to Sirius and clarify what’s been going on. He’s making quite a ruckus with Snuffles, they’ve practically destroyed our living room.” James sounded quite in high spirits, for a man who’s had his living room demolished by two dogs.

“Come and get your idiotic dog, Lupin!” Regulus gritted out from the background, sounding reasonably upset for a man who’s had his living room demolished by two dogs.

“Oh!” Remus connected the dots. “Oh… we have an appointment with Peter tomorrow, he’s supposed to get his rabies shot.”

Well, it all finally made sense.

“Heh, he hates shots. Unless they are of alcoholic persuasion.” James noted.

“Of course…” Remus snorted.

“We wanted to drive him back to yours, but he simply refuses to get in the car.”

“I’ll come and get him,” Remus sighed. It was just what he needed after standing on his feet for hours – a fifteen-minute walk there and a fifteen-minute walk back from James’ and Regulus’.

He put his shoes and jacket back on and was on his way.

“He heard you coming and is hiding in the bathroom,” James announced the moment he opened the door. The spacious living room behind him looked like it had seen better days. Before being destroyed by the dogs, it seemed like a nice and pleasant place, one that was also the size of Remus’ whole apartment.

“Oh…”

Snuffles was there as soon as he heard Remus’ voice, jumping up his leg, wanting to be picked up. He whined and panted at Remus, looking at him like he were a God.

“Hey there, little guy. Did you play with your uncle Sirius today?” Remus picked the pup up, garnering a thankful, wet lick across his face.

“He played with his uncle Padfoot, unfortunately,” Regulus grumbled, holding a broom. “Here! You’re not done yet.” He shoved the broom into James and called Remus over to show him the way to the bathroom.

“I’m really sorry for all the trouble, we seem to be a handful lately,” Remus grinned awkwardly, and Regulus did nothing to deny it.

Once they were at the door, Regulus knocked twice.

“Hey, dog, your owner’s here,” Regulus spat out, took Snuffles back from Remus and left them.

Remus tried to open the door but it seemed to be locked.

“Sirius?” He called out and knocked at the door timidly. “Baby?”

There was a rustling sound from the inside of the bathroom, but nothing more.

“Sirius, please open the door, we need to talk about this,” Remus sighed, not in the mood to play a negotiator right now. “I worked all day and I’m tired, I just want to go home… With you.”

Something seemed to be moving in the room, a key turned, and the door opened in front of Remus. Padfoot was waiting for him on the other side, his head slumped and his tail curled between his legs. His big grey eyes were looking at Remus quite timidly.

“Did you unlock the door with your paw?” Remus looked at him in awe.

Padfoot nodded his head, making a muffled yelping sound.

“Wow… that’s… I didn’t know you could do that,” Remus tilted his head before he shook it, not wanting to digress. In any other situation, he would have called him a good boy for doing that, but Padfoot (nor Sirius) didn’t deserve to be praised right now and there were more urgent matters to discuss.

Padfoot didn’t avert his gaze from him.

“Listen, we have to talk, so I’d prefer Sirius, ok?”

Sirius appeared at once, leaving Padfoot behind. He sat on the bathroom floor naked. Remus took a towel he found hanging on the back of the door and threw it over to him.

“Hi!” Sirius sighed, his lips forming a thin line, looking rather downcast.

“I though you left me.” Remus didn’t waste his time, going straight to what was bothering him. “I came home from work today and my first though was—he left me.”

Sirius stood up, the expression on his face that of a mild shock.

“Remus…” his hands immediately flew to Remus’ face, pulling him closer. “Baby… I would never!”

“I know,” Remus whined out. “Well, I thought I knew, but when you were nowhere to be found, I just couldn’t help myself and I immediately thought---” his breath hitched, unable to proceed.

“No, no, no, baby…” Sirius squeezed his face between his palms, looking deeply into his eyes. “Don’t you ever think that again!”

“I just thought… why would someone like you want to be with… me,” Remus shrugged.

“Why would---” Sirius was visibly shocked, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Remus, I love you. I want to spend every waking minute with you. And every minute while I’m asleep. All the fucking minutes in the world, I want to spend them by your side, baby.”

“It’s just… when I come back from work, you’re usually always there. Now you weren’t. My mind started spiralling...”

“Shit! I’m sorry.” Sirius spat out. “I had a panic attack thinking about my tomorrow’s appointment with Peter. So, I came over here to play with Snuffles and… well, hide… I guess?” He said, ashamed.

“I wish there was a way around it, babe,” Remus sighed. “But legally, you’re still a dog, you have to get your regularly scheduled shots or who knows what might happen.”

Sirius made a whining sound, similar to something Padfoot would produce.

“See? A dog!” Remus chuckled, ruffling his hair.

Sirius looked deeply into Remus’ eyes.

“Were you crying?”

“Oh, you know… just allergies,” Remus stuttered.

“Allergies. Sure.” Sirius nodded, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I’ll never do it again. We can install a tracing app into your phone so you can track my microchip--”

“Sirius,” Remus stopped him. “There’s no need for that. It’s just that… I’m not used to this. Having someone who’s here to stay.”

Sirius kissed his cheek with a loud smack.

“Well, you better get used to it.”

James looked at the remains of the vase that was a gift from his mother. He wasn’t exactly paying attention back when she was giving it to them… but there was some talk about a family heirloom. Not that it mattered now, as it was scattered across his plastic shovel, ready to be thrown into the bin. All twenty pieces of it.

“I hated that tacky thing anyway.” Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Yeah well… it wasn’t our style but…”

“Euphemia has plenty of these horrendous things, she can give us another one if you’re just going to stand there and mourn it.”

“I’m not mourning it!” James said defensively. “I’m thinking about how sorry I feel for Sirius, still having to be a dog in public.”

“I mean… I am working on it, you know I am. These things just take a while. He’s my brother, I hate to see him suffer as well.”

James tilted his head, thinking if he should share the following information with his boyfriend.

“Trust me, he’s not suffering right now, quite the opposite.” He snorted, giving Regulus a knowing look from under his glasses, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t tell me…” Regulus made a grimace.

“He’s having his cock sucked, in our bathroom. I went to check on them and walked in on a quite obscene display. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his legs spread while--”

“Ok, ok, ok, please stop! I really don’t want to visualize it!” Regulus covered his ears with his hands, shaking his head. His brother was going to be the end of him.

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“See… this is better than having to walk all the way back to our place when you’re so tired.” Sirius mewled out, shuffling under the comfortable duvet, yawning.

“It’s nice of them to offer us their guestroom,” Remus was perched on his side, leaning on his arm, looking at Sirius. The bed they were laying in was twice the size of the one they had back home, and it was much sturdier and more comfortable. Its headboard was going all the way up to the ceiling, coated in soft dark green velvet, the mattress itself was probably ergonomically made, as well as the pillows... Not something Remus was used to sleeping in.

“Not really a guestroom. This was my room while I lived with them,” Sirius noted, now mimicking Remus with his stance.

“Still… we’re guests right now,” Remus chuckled, shoving a lose strain of unruly black hair behind Sirius’ ear.

“Hmpf, I refuse to be a guest in my former bed,” Sirius scoffed. “Although, it seems that they’ve changed the mattress since I slept in here.”

“Hm, I wonder why,” Remus rolled his eyes playfully, snorting. “The old one probably smelt like wet dog.”

“Shut up!” Sirius tried to be angry but failed, the glint in his eyes revealing he was actually happy. He touched Remus’ exposed chest, lingering just a bit too long on his nipple.

Remus gave him a warning look. This was a dangerous territory.

“Sirius… we’re guests here…” Remus’ breath was hitched, trying to convince himself just as much as Sirius.

“Ugh… it doesn’t mean we can’t—” Sirius growled out, Remus covering his mouth with his hand.

“Babe, we can’t!” He laughed, pushing Sirius into the soft pillows. Much softer than the ones back at home.

“Jhst h qhckhy mmhmm…” Sirius spoke against his palm, wetting it with his saliva, slobbering all over it, the sound muffled out.

“No, Sirius… Not even a quicky,” Remus shook his head, finally removing his hand. “This is a nice silk bedding.” He pointed out.

“I’ll lap it all up and won’t spill a drop, I promise.” Sirius fluttered his lashes at him. “Come on, Remus, I need you.”

Sirius whined out desperately, his hands slipping dangerously low, snapping against the waistband of Remus’ boxers. He moved his hips up suggestively, trying to reach Remus with them, make him feel how hard he was, still trying to persuade him.

Remus quickly jumped off of him, batting his hand away, not wanting to give into the temptation.

“I repeat… we’re guests at your brother’s house.”

It was really difficult, having to refuse Sirius who did everything in his power to lure Remus into his arms. He moaned and whined, moving his body sensually against Remus, trying to seduce him into giving in.

“Remus…” he whispered his name out in a particularly lewd fashion.

Remus felt his cock harden. He was just a man after all… a man obsessed with his boyfriend. All he wanted to do was extend his arms towards him, pin him down into the expensive mattress and fuck him until he begged him to stop. Not that Sirius actually ever did that, as he mostly encouraged him to go on and give it to him deeper and harder.

He readjusted himself in his boxers, trying to even out his breathing.

“Problem?” Sirius asked him deviously, now sitting up and leaning his head against the comfortable headboard.

“No. No problem whatsoever.” Remus barely gritted out. “We should go to sleep.”

“Yeah… we should. I’m just feeling so hot right now,” Sirius said and kicked the duvet off.

Remus took his side of the duvet and threw it back over himself, hoping Sirius didn’t notice the obvious tenting in his boxers. Judging by his side-smirk, this was highly unlikely. He didn’t comment on it, though, as he just spread his own legs apart, motioning how hot he was, fanning himself with his hand.

“So hot…”

“I’m ignoring you from now on.”

Remus closed his eyes, hoping he’d be less tempted if he couldn’t see what was going on on his left.

“Just because you don’t want to participate, doesn’t mean I can’t do it myself.”

Remus cursed his position – on one side he wanted to be a polite guest, one who wouldn’t soil his hosts’ bedsheets and wake them up with lewd sounds in the middle of the night; and on the other, he wanted nothing more than to slam himself into his boyfriend, making him scream his name out, until each and every person in this house was awake.

He heard muffled squelching sounds coming from Sirius’ side of the bed, paired with short, shallow breaths. This could mean only one thing and he turned his head away to the other side, facing the door.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Sirius started getting louder, same as the wet sounds his hand produced while it was working up and down his cock.

Remus wondered if his underwear was completely off or if he just lowered it enough to access his cock. The latter seemed much more intriguing to him for some unknown reason.

“It’s a real shame you’re asleep, Remus,” Sirius managed to say in between his moans. “I really wish you’d see this.”

Remus slipped his own hand into his boxers, pushing his erection down. Judging by how wet his tip has already gotten, he has likely leaked all over the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck…” He groaned out, unable to control his urges.

“Remus,” Sirius moaned his name, literally hitting below the waistline.

“Don’t…”

“Remus! Remus! Remus!” Sirius’ voice started getting louder as the mattress moved in rhythm with his hips, the vibrations driving Remus crazy, dipping him closer to Sirius’ side.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Remus grunted as he bit the insides of his cheeks while his hand painfully curled around his cock.

“Look at me, baby…” Sirius whined out from his side.

“Ugh…”

“Look at me,” he repeated himself, his voice desperately pleading him.

Remus finally caved in, his head turning to his side, his amber eyes now wide open. He noticed Sirius has left his earlier position, the one where he was sitting against the headboard, as he was now right next to him, laying on his back, his legs spread out, pants shoved down just barely, his hard cock perked up in his hand, wet and strained, ready to burst any second now.

“Yeah, just like that.” He smiled, his eyes half closed, happy to see Remus has finally joined in.

“Sirius…” Remus whined out in desperation, kicking the duvet down to the floor, leaving himself as exposed as Sirius was.

“Let’s do it together, ok?” Sirius licked his lips.

“Ok,” Remus’ last wall of defence has crumbled, finally letting himself loose. He started stroking his cock, now imitating Sirius’ movements.

Sirius has beaten him in this game once again, but it was a sweet loss, one that would come with a reward in the end, and it would all be worth it.

“I love you,” Sirius whined out, his body spasming. He was on the verge of spilling himself all over the bedding and Remus jumped up on reflex, putting his mouth over Sirius’ cock, before he could reach his peak. In the end, he ended up cumming into his mouth, sparing the sheets and coating Remus’ tongue and throat instead. He swallowed obediently, everything to the last drop, careful not to spill any of it.

When he finally swallowed it all, he looked up at Sirius, his eyes blurry.

“I love you too.” He huffed out.

Sirius gave him a questioning look, focusing on his strained crotch.

“Well, since you love me back… it would only be fair if I returned the favour. Reciprocity and all that...” Sirius rolled his eyes as if it were a chore, before he practically threw himself onto Remus, latching his lips onto his cock.

“Fuck, slower babe, I’m gonna cum straight away,” Remus whined out, spreading his legs even further to make place for Sirius’ body.

On the other side of the hallway, Regulus and James were laying side by side, unable to fall asleep, a snoring Snuffles curled up at the foot of the bed, drooling all over their duvet.

“Is it ever going to stop?!” Regulus growled out in frustration.

“Probably not…” James shrugged, already at peace with his destiny.

“I’ve been traumatized for life.”

“I mean… it is kind of sweet though, you have to admit it.”

“There’s nothing sweet about my brother getting his brains fucked out, James. You wouldn’t know that, you’re an only child.”

“It’s not like I enjoy listening to my best friend getting his rocks off, but… I mean, good for him. At least someone’s getting it.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Regulus asked, offended.

James squirmed in the bed thinking he might have crossed a line.

“It’s just… we were supposed to do it today.” He reminded him. “It’s in your planner, I saw it.”

“Well, we can’t do it now,” Regulus huffed out. “Not with those sounds coming from the guest room.”

James stopped and listened for a moment.

“It seems to have stopped from what I can hear,” he pointed out.

“Nah… just wait.” Regulus rolled his eyes and turned his back to James, leaving him stranded.

The next thing they heard was a sound of a dog howling.

“Oh, you’re right, it’s just getting started.” James sighed, probably feeling a little bit of regret that he’s invited them to stay over.

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The waiting room at Peter’s was packed with people and their pets once Remus has arrived with Padfoot, and it seemed as if everyone has chosen that exact day to visit the veterinarian. There was a woman with a large parrakeet sitting on her shoulder, a couple with two cats silently sleeping in their carriers, a mum and a son pair with what seemed to be a giant toad in a small plastic terrarium and a grumpy older lady with a twitchy chihuahua sitting in her lap.

Padfoot was by far the largest patient in there, but he also seemed to be the one most out of his wits, as he was practically glued onto Remus’ leg, trembling in fear of what was about to happen to him.

Remus caressed his head gently, trying to calm him down, wishing they were alone so that he could tell him some proper words of encouragement and make him feel better.

“There, there, Pads, everything is going to be ok,” this was as much as he could tell him, anything more than that would seem weird, as all those people could hear him speak.

Padfoot wriggled himself even closer to him. For a moment it seemed as if he was about to jump right into his lap.

“He’s really a scaredy-cat, isn’t he?” The lady asked Remus, she and her chihuahua looking over at them judgementally.

“He just hates being here… at the vet’s,” Remus shrugged. Wasn’t that common animal behaviour, being scared of going to the vets?

“My baby boy is not afraid of anything,” the woman proclaimed proudly, the little dog barking out once in confirmation. Quite annoying if you asked Remus who… still wasn’t that much of a dog person, despite being railed by one on a daily basis.

“Good for him,” he tried not to sound sarcastic, but failed.

“Mummy, can I pet the big dog?” The boy with the toad suddenly asked his mum shyly, motioning over to where Remus and Padfoot were sitting.

“You have to ask his daddy first,” the woman whispered to her son.

Remus wanted to explain how he’s definitely not Padfoot’s daddy, especially not in the way the woman was implying, and that it would be preferable if the boy didn't pet his scared boyfriend.

“Sir… can I pet your dog?” The boy asked Remus happily and he was in no position to deny him that request.

“I mean…” Remus looked down at Padfoot nervously. “I guess you can.” He shrugged in defeat.

The kid stood next to Padfoot, being almost the same height as him and tapped his head once.

“You’re a nice doggy!” He giggled. “What’s his name?” He looked back at Remus.

“His name is Padfoot,” Remus explained. “But I call him Pads for short.”

“Hi, Pads!” The kid tapped him again, twice this time. “Why is he here, is he sick?” He looked up at Remus.

“Um… no,” Remus chuckled awkwardly. “He’s getting his shot today, actually.” Remus explained.

The kid shuddered in fear. “Ouch! I hate getting shots! I cried the last time I got one.”

Remus snorted, seeing as Padfoot was also on the verge of crying, before even getting his shot.

“But my mum bought me a popsicle later, so I didn’t cry as much.” The kid explained.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah… Maybe... you should give him a treat for being a good boy?” The boy suggested.

“Maybe I should.” Remus cleared his throat awkwardly, his cheeks blushing. He had a different kind of a treat on his mind, and he didn’t want his brain going there while this kid was speaking to him.

Luckily for Remus, his mum called him over.

“Neville, come on darling, we’re next!”

The lady with the chihuahua grumbled out something about how she was there first, her dog yipping irritatingly in agreement.

Remus leaned over to Padfoot and whispered to him in a low voice, using the commotion caused by the lady to his advantage to avoid being overheard. “Be a good boy and you might get awarded a real tasty popsicle later.”

Padfoot whined out, his feet tapping on the floor and his snout digging into Remus’ crotch. Remus felt his cock twitch at the brief contact, always up for some action.

“I said later…” Remus seeped out through his teeth angrily, pulling Padfoot away by his collar, making the dog whine out. “How can you behave like this with people everywhere around us?” He whispered angrily.

“Remus and Padfoot Lupin?” The nurse came out of the doctor’s office and called their names out.

Remus flinched at her using his surname for the both of them, his heart fluttering a bit. He straightened himself up from where he was sitting, but refused to stand up until he had the situation in his pants completely under control. He raised his hand up instead, stating his presence.

“That’s us!”

In that moment, a young man came in, a snake hanging from his neck, making the waiting room even more crowded than it was before. Remus wondered if snakes were supposed to be worn like accessories, no carrier or anything, before he turned his attention back to the nurse.

“It’s a bit chaotic around here as you can see, Mr. Lupin.” The woman explained apologetically.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Remus chuckled. He’s never seen Peter’s practice being this busy, the few times they were here, there were practically no other patients present. At least Peter’s business was doing well.

“Why don’t you go into out exam room number four and wait there, someone will be with you right away.”

“Thanks,” Remus nodded, checking his crotch. The situation seemed safe, so he finally stood up.

“I was here first!” The lady begun her rant again but was soon stopped by the nurse.

“Mrs.Rowling, please… make an appointment next time, like Mr.Lupin did, otherwise you’ll have to wait.” The nurse said politely, effectively shutting her up.

Remus and Padfoot walked into the small exam room at the end of the hallway, where Remus almost made a mistake and sat on the exam table himself, before he remembered he wasn’t a patient. Instead, he sat into a chair next to it, Padfoot positioning his head in his lap once again, giving him the look.

“Babe, we said the reward comes after the shot,” he warned him, but Padfoot was having none of it. He pushed and nudged his head into Remus’ lap, breaking his resolve inch by inch. Not that it was a difficult thing to do, as Remus was easy to convince.

Finally, he stood up and locked the door, being bested by Padfoot’s ‘puppy eyes’ once again.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he sighed while unbuttoning his trousers and leaning into the exam table.

Padfoot wagged his tail victoriously, barking out once. He seemed in much better spirits than only moments earlier, when he was shivering in fear of getting the shot.

“Come here, you sex-fiend,” Remus finally took his cock out. “But just a few licks, ok? We might not have a lot of time.”

Padfoot leaped over to him in one stride and started licking like a dog starved. He slobbered all over Remus’ cock, licking it up and down repeatedly. Remus dug his fingers into his fur, asking him to slow down, his toes curling from the pleasure he was given.

“Fuck, slow down Pads, we can’t…” He whined out, spreading his legs wider, making Padfoot able to accommodate himself perfectly between his thighs.

The dog lapped up at his precum hungrily, his own hips started wriggling playfully as he was starting to grow bigger, the reddish head of his own cock already protruding from his prepuce.

Remus knew that this couldn’t turn into a full-on shagging session, but it was headed there anyway, the probability of someone from the staff interrupting them hanging over their heads constantly.

“We can’t do this right now,” Remus whined out as he rolled his trousers and pants down eagerly, pooling them at his ankles.

He quickly turned around, bending his body against the table, pulling the chair closer so Padfoot could stand on it.

“A quick one, ok? No penetration,” he warned him as he bared his ass in front of Padfoot, waiting to be mounted.

Padfoot yelped out in disappointment, but enthusiastically climbed up on the chair, being on top of Remus in no time.

Remus felt his slippery cock slide between his cheeks, as he reached over to position it so it would be right in the middle of his crack.

“Yeah, babe, fuck me,” he whined out as his own erection rubbed against the cold table.

Padfoot bucked his hips forwards, yearning for friction, his throbbing, hot cock teasing against Remus’ entrance. They both knew better than to allow it to go any further, because if they were to be knotted together, there was no way out of that situation.

“Pads! Fuck! Ugh!” Remus struggled breathing as he was pressed against the table, Padfoot’s paws pushing him down.

The dog kept on pushing forward, thrusting his hips relentlessly in search of his release. His leaking head was very close to penetrating Remus’ tightness, but luckily didn’t manage to breach the puckered-up ring of muscle. A few more thrusts and he was spilling himself all over Remus ass and balls, whining out in ecstasy.

The sound of the doorknob startled them both, causing Padfoot to almost fall off the chair.

Remus jumped up in panic, quickly putting his pants and trousers back on, tugging his throbbing and strained cock in. He would have to spend the rest of his time here sitting covered in Padfoot’s sticky cum and he just hoped none of it will leak through his two layers of clothes.

He rushed over to the door and unlocked it, trying to even out his breathing. He quickly turned to Padfoot and noticed a stream of semen still seeping out of his penis in waves

“Babe, fuck... you’re leaking it all over yourself…”

He motioned it to him before opening the door and Padfoot sat on the floor, licking at his own crotch a bit reluctantly, destroying the evidence of what they've been doing.

Once Remus opened the door, Peter was standing on the other side, looking rather confused by the fact they were locked in there.

“It was that woman!” Remus quickly explained. “The one with the lap dog… She kept on rambling how she was here first, threatening to throw us out of the exam room. So… I locked the door.” He lied.

“Who?” Peter pondered a bit. “Oh, Jo? She’s a real nutter, comes here every day. She probably has Munchausen by proxy…” he sighed while explaining, “She is convinced there’s something wrong with her dog, even though he’s perfectly healthy. I’m sorry if she scared you.”

Remus gulped. A catastrophe was avoided, hopefully thanks to the lies of one Remus Lupin. He didn't even know he had it in him. He squirmed a bit, feeling Padfoot's sperm slowly dripping down his leg.

"Everything ok, Remus?" Peter raised his eyebrows, noticing something was off.

Remus smiled awkwardly, raising his hands up.

"Everything's fine," he gulped.

“So? Is Mr. Padfoot ready for his shot?” Peter turned his attention to Padfoot. “Oh… is he licking himself? I’ll check him for an infection.”

Remus turned around, smirking at Padfoot who was sitting on the floor, his bits still hanging out.

“I don’t think he has an infection…”

“Does he do that often? I can give you one of those cones to reduce this unwanted behaviour and prescribe him a cream.” Peter explained.

“Cones?” Remus looked at him in confusion.

“You know…” Peter motioned around his own neck. “One of those things that makes him look like a lamp and prevents him from licking himself. Or… we can always castrate him, if you’d like.”

Padfoot whined out in horror.

Remus made a weird sound as well.

“No need!” He almost yelled out, raising his hands up again and shaking them defensively. “Just a cone is fine.”

“Are you sure? It might spare you the trouble of your dog being accused of fathering pups again. Cap his balls right off.” Peter made a snipping motion.

“I’m sure. We’re rather fond of his… I mean… he seems rather attached to them.” Remus explained, thinking how he’s the one who’d suffer the most if Padfoot was to be castrated. Oh, the horror… He shook his head, not even wanting to think about it. Sure those were the balls that produced the damn thing sliding down his thigh right now, but he usually loved being marked with it - from inside and out.

“So, it’s just a rabies shot today?”

“Yeah… just that, please don’t mention castration ever again,” Remus sighed.

Padfoot whined out in agreement. All of the sudden, getting a shot didn’t seem that bad as there were much worse things that could have happened.

Chapter Text

It was Friday evening at the Potter-Black household and going by what was written down in Regulus’ planner, it was going to be one interesting night. James was certainly looking forward to it, coming home from work early that day, cleaning the house up, doing the laundry, taking Snuffles out for a walk, showering, cooking dinner… Everything was ready for a big and exciting night, the only thing missing was Regulus, who was apparently held up at university.

By the time he finally arrived, James was already waiting on the couch, perked up, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“Ugh, remind me again why I want to be a doctor,” Regulus grumbled out as he threw his bag down onto the floor with a loud thump and loosened up his tie. He looked like a man who had his life sucked out of him.

“Um… to help people?” James suggested.

“Nope… not worth it…” he groaned out.

“Once you get your degree it will all be worth it.” James slipped right into his supportive boyfriend role.

Regulus sighed instead of an answering.

“There’s some cold beer in the fridge,” James pointed out. “And some Tandoori chicken on the stove, if you’re hungry. Made by me. He chirped.”

“I had a tuna sandwich earlier, thanks…” Regulus shrugged and went to get a beer.

“Oh…” James frowned visibly. He did make one mean Tandoori chicken in hopes he’d get to feed it to his boyfriend.

“What are these dirty paw prints all over the kitchen floor? James?!” Regulus shouted, returning to the living room with a grimace. “Did you not wash Snuffles’ paws after you returned from the walk? Is that too much to ask?”

“Um… I did, I just had to chase him around the house first.”

“And you didn’t clean the kitchen afterwards?”

“I cleaned it before?” James made a desperate shrug. He did his best, he really did, Snuffles was just an unpredictable force of a puppy.

“Eh, whatever… You can clean it up later,” Regulus let it go as he slumped down on the sofa, his shirt half unbuttoned, a beer in his hand. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” James squirmed in his seat, smiling. Watching Regulus take s sip of his beer out of the bottle and the way his lips curled around it… It made him feel a certain way.

“Like you have something to tell me.”

James hesitated before speaking up, licking his lips. He tried to avert his gaze from his boyfriend’s mouth, now hanging slightly open.

“Well… it is Friday,” he said, clearing his throat and tilting his head, waiting for Regulus to catch on.

“Thanks for pointing that out, James,” Regulus sighed, deadpanned. “Having you as my personal calendar is really useful.”

“I mean…” James pursed his lips. “Check you planner, babe.” He nudged his head. “Don’t you have something scheduled for today?”

Regulus looked at him almost angrily, taking his phone out of his pocket with an annoyed grumble.

“There’s nothing—”

James waited impatiently while Regulus scrolled down his phone.

“—Oh, ok, that.”

“Yes, that! Don’t tell me you forgot!”

“I didn’t forget…” Regulus waved it away with an expression of a person who’s definitely forgotten it, for sure.

“Yes… you did, you totally did!” James’ voice went an octave higher. He shook his head in disbelief,

“James…” Regulus tried calming him down.

“Heh, I can’t believe you forgot!” He bit his lip, turning his attention to something on the floor.

“Jamie… Hun?” Regulus sighed, going into damage control mode, scooting down the sofa towards James. “I’m sorry, ok? I’m really sorry, love.”

James sighed, knowing all too well that he couldn’t possibly stay angry for long, especially not with Regulus. He reached out his hand, palm up, finally meeting his eyes again.

intertwined their fingers, squeezing James’ hand tightly.

“I haven't been... quite here for you lately, I know that. I promise, once this situation with my brother is resolved, we’ll spend a whole week in bed. We’ll leave Snuffles with them, turn our phones off and… fuck.” He whispered the last word, like he said something forbidden, a devious little smirk noticable in the corner of his lips.

James squirmed where he was sitting, looking down at the now obvious bulge in his trousers.

“Reggie…” he whined out needily, biting his lip harder.

“Come on… let’s do it.” Regulus suddenly jumped up, pulling on James’ hand, urging him to follow.

“Like… right now?!”

“Yeah, right now, since it’s in my planner and everything,” Regulus tilted his head, motioning towards the hallway leading to their bedroom. He took James’ hand in his and stood up. “Let’s go…”

James jumped up at once, keen not to miss out on an opportunity such as this one. They closed the bedroom door, not wanting to risk Snuffles interrupting them like a few times before that.

“Yeah, let me hear you cry, you little bitch,” Regulus said as he pushed James’ head down into the pillows, his hands tied up behind his back. What followed was a loud smack echoing the room, James shuddering underneath him, harsh leather meeting sensitive skin.

“Ah, fuck, Reg…” James cried out, the pillow muffling the sound a bit. He perked his ass up in the air, like he was asking for more.

“You like this, huh, Potter?” Regulus smirked, kneeling on the bed above James, landing another hit on his red cheeks, the folded belt in his hand violently hitting his soft skin, leaving a red mark.

James cried out in pain, letting out a sob, biting into the pillow.

Regulus stopped for a moment, checking on him.

“Colour?” He asked softly, removing one unruly strand of hair from James’ face, hovering above him.

“Green… it’s ok, Reg… you can go on,” James assured him, although almost breathlessly.

“Ok,” Regulus nodded. “Just checking.” He cleared his throat, patted James’ back and took another swing at it. “You know the safe word if you feel like you can’t go on. Use it and I’ll immediately stop.”

“I know, I know…” James brushed him off, confident he won’t have to use it.

“Hm…” Regulus smirked, the sound of leather hitting skin echoing through the room.

“Ugh, fuck!” James whined out from underneath him.

“Ok, that’s enough, I’m going to untie you now,” Regulus said as he released the strains from James’ wrists, the skin around it red and throbbing. Quite painful, by the looks of it. “Turn around.” He ordered.

James followed him wordlessly, turning onto his back, obviously uncomfortable by the way he found it difficult to get into a right position with his ass being bruised like that.

“Oh, would you look at that, Potter,” Regulus laughed at the sight of James’ cock, fully erect and strained against his stomach. “Have we been neglecting this?” He smirked devilishly as he flicked the poor thing across its leaking slit, causing James to cry out in frustration.

“I need…” James barely spoke as he bucked his hips up in the air, almost desperately.

“What do you need, love, tell me,” Regulus loomed over him, careful not to touch him.

“You… Reg,” James begged. “Please… I need you.” He reached his hands out, trying to get to him.

“Nah-ah…” Regulus shook his head and lifted his finger up threateningly. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

“Reggie…” James bit his lower lip, thrusting his hips up in the air desperately, his cock bouncing on his stomach quite obscenely.

Just when Regulus opened his mouth to say something else, he was interrupted by a grating sound coming from his phone. He reached for it, and cursed out after reading out the caller ID, throwing it back right where he found it, his expression darkening.

“Who is it?” James perked up on the bed, looking at him questioningly.

“Take a wild guess, James,” Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Well, you should answer, it might be important.” James sat up on the bed, looking in the direction of Regulus’ phone.

“I highly doubt it, he’s probably calling to tell us what a good boy he was at the vet’s,” Regulus rolled his eyes while mocking his brother.

“What if it’s an emergency?” James sighed, squirming where he was seated.

“Oh, come on, when is it ever,” Regulus waved it away.

“What if it’s like that time when he had an allergic reaction to peanut butter?”

The phone stopped vibrating, causing both of them to sigh out in relief.

“Can we just please return to the part where you fuck me to oblivion, and we forget about my brother?” Regulus crawled over him, ready to finally take his leaking cock into his hand.

“Gladly…” James smiled, looking up at him a bit cross eyed, without his glasses on. He pulled on Regulus’ hand, forcing him to end up in his lap. Regulus smirked, throwing his arms around James’ neck, scooting himself as close as he could, their cocks touching.

"James..." Regulus whispered out, closing his eyes.

"Tell me what to do, love," James smiled, holding him tightly.

“Fuck me,” Regulus whined out, putting his forehead onto James’.

James bucked his hips up, his hands grabbing all over Regulus' ass, kneading the soft flesh.

Just when it was about to get hot and heavy, Regulus’ phone went off again.

James jumped up, almost knocking his head into Regulus’ in the process.

"Fucking hell!" Regulus cursed in annoyance.

“He’s calling again, it’s probably important!”

“James,” Regulus groaned out.

“If you don’t get it, I will,” James pointed out. “We can’t just leave him, what if he’s in mortal danger or something?”

“Potter, I swear, if you want to get your dick wet ever again, you’ll ignore that phone!”

James gasped loudly, freezing in place. He looked at the place where the phone was ringing, then back at his red and leaking cock. It was a difficult decision to make as he was looking forward to this Friday evening for days now. But then again, Sirius was his best friend and he promised he would always be there for him. James has really found himself between a rock and a hard place.

“Now… what will it be, Jamie?” Regulus asked, tilting his head, pushing James back down into the mattress, positioning himself right above him, ready to take him in any second now.

“Red!” James whined out with a heavy heart.

“Excuse me?!” Regulus stopped his movements, hovering above him. “What the fuck did you just say.”

James cleared his throat and repeated himself.

“I said… red. Please pick up the phone.”

“Son of a…” Regulus shook his head in disbelief. “We’re not doing this ever again, you do realize this, right?” He grumbled as he walked over to his phone.

“I’m sorry, Reg, it’s just… I couldn’t live with myself if Sirius needed us, and we ignored his calls.”

Regulus flipped him off, ignoring all further communication with his boyfriend as he proceeded to answer the phone.

“Hey, Reg, hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” Sirius said cheerfully, not having a slightest idea of just what he was interrupting.

“When are you ever…” Regulus rolled his eyes, turning his back not to look at the naked James still sprawled on their bed.

“Listen… do you remember that camera that we got for Christmas fifteen years ago? Do you know where it is? Do you have it?” Sirius asked question after question enthusiastically.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!” Regulus practically fumed.

“Yeah… the one we weren’t allowed to use unless mother allowed us to—”

“—Sure, James will bring it over to you right away, won’t you, darling?”

James perked up on the bed after hearing his name.

“What is it?”

“You were right, it is an emergency.” Regulus turned to him, smiling, while covering the speaker of his phone.

“Really?!” James had a worried expression on his face.

Regulus nodded, returning his attention back to the phone.

“James will bring it to you right away.”

“And the tripod?”

“And the tripod.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be right away, it can wait 'till tomorrow,” Sirius said from the other side.

 “Oh, no, but I insist!” Regulus gritted out. “He’ll be there in fifteen.”

James looked down at his crotch.

“In fifteen?” He mouthed to himself, probably regretting making Regulus pick the phone up.

 “Don’t worry, Sirius, he’ll do it gladly. We’re always here to help you out, just call us, any time!” Regulus rambled on, looking almost deranged while doing it.

“Gee, thanks, you’re the best, Reg. I guess we’ll be expecting James and the camera soon!” Sirius chirped and hung up the phone.

“I’m sorry, ok?” James frowned once Regulus’ attention was back on him.

“Red, huh?” Regulus scoffed. “Next time, you’ll think twice before you yell red at me.”

“I thought there was not going to be a next time?”

“You’re right, there isn't.” Regulus corrected himself. “Now get up, you have a delivery job to get to.”

“Ugh… I have to go down first,” James whined out, looking at his cock.

“Well, you do have a working hand, Potter. Use it.”

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“You look like you ran here,” Sirius took one look at James and his dishevelled appearance as he welcomed him into the flat. Or actually, tried to do so, James remaining leaning onto the door frame with one hand, catching his breath.

“Rough… evening,” he shrugged and handed Sirius the camera equipment he’s asked for. “Why do you need this stuff?”

Sirius smirked at him, licking his lips.

“It’s for this little project I have in mind, you probably don’t want to hear about it.”

“If it’s something dirty, forget I asked,” James shook his head.

“Forgotten!” Sirius snapped his fingers in front of his face, laughing. “Do you want to come in?” He motioned inside.

“No, I have to… Well… I mean… Yeah, I probably have to get back.”

Sirius tilted his head, almost amused.

“You look like you came here straight from the bed.” He notices James’ curls were more messy than usually, sticking out on all sides.

James stopped for a moment.

“Um... I did, well… in a way…”

“Yikes!” Sirius made a grimace before the realization hit. “Oh wait! Did I interrupt you guys?!”

James’ expression was painful as he thought about the way Regulus left him stranded.

Sirius snorted, covering his mouth with his hand quickly, his eyes still revealing his slight amusement.

“I’m so sorry, mate, it’s just…” he tapped James’ shoulder, taking pity at his best friend’s slumped stance. “Come in, have a beer and tell me everything about it. Well, not everything… just as much as you can before it becomes weird since this is my baby brother we’re talking about.”

James decided to take up on his offer and finally went inside.

“Where’s Remus?”

“Work…” Sirius grumbled out, rolling his eyes, visibly displeased. “Should be home soon, though.”

“Does he really have to go back to that dingy pub? Isn’t his manager a shithead who does nothing to help out and just keeps ordering them around?”

“Yeah! Greasy bastard,” Sirius shook his head. “He did put in his two weeks’ notice yesterday for what it’s worth.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

“Mhm… Things seem to be going in the right direction.”

“I hate asking Regulus about it but… is everything going fine with the plan?”

“For now,” Sirius nodded. “We’re almost done.”

“Once it’s over, you’ll stop looking so pale all the time. Like a vampire.” James chuckled.

“Opposite of a vampire, actually, since I’ve been having my blood drained from me.” Sirius noted.

James sat down at the table in the small kitchen area of Remus’ flat. Sirius served him a cold bottle of beer, sitting opposite to him with his own.

“Your table seems… wobbly.” James noticed the shabby piece of wood that was barely standing on its uneven legs.

Sirius blushed, reminiscing the things done on that same table the evening before, right after dinner. He squirmed in his seat awkwardly.

“We’re about to move soon anyway… to bigger and better places. And tables!” He announced.

“Let’s drink to that!” James clinked their bottles together and took a huge gulp out of his.

“Thirsty, aren’t we?” Sirius chuckled watching him. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, almost making James choke on his drink.

“Tell me, what have I’ve been doing wrong?” James whined out once he put his drink down.

“James…”

“No, really… I can’t help but feel a bit jealous when I see how much you and Remus have been going at it like rabbits.”

“Yeah… well…” Sirius looked bit his lip, looking at James giddily. “What can I say?” He shrugged. “We’re still quite new, you know, so maybe that’s why we can’t keep our hands, and sometimes paws, off each other. Maybe you need to switch it up a bit, bring some fresh air into it”

“Fresh air?” James looked at him with interest.

“Ugh… I’ll just try to forget we’re talking about my brother, and pretend we’re simply two best friends giving each other sex advice.”

“We are two best friends, though, no need to pretend.” James pointed out.

“Yeah, but you’ve been sticking it into Reg, so… it’s kind of a conflict of interest for me.”

“I thought you’ve been fine with it. Me stic… I mean, me and Reg being together and all.”

“I am… in theory,” Sirius shrugged.

“In theory?”

“Yeah, like… I love you both so much and I love the idea of you guys together, until it comes to you sticking your penis into him.”

James laughed out loudly, reaching for his beer again.

“He does stick it into me sometimes too, you know,” he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“James!” Sirius raised his finger up threateningly.

“Sorry,” James smiled. He wasn’t sorry. His mind went to the last time the situation he’s referred to actually happened, when Regulus pinned him against shower wall and just fucked him raw, holding his hands on his back.

“We can pretend to be talking about a faceless entity that you happen to share your bed with. Just some guy.” Sirius instructed him.

“Ok…” James looked at him, amused. “So, me and the guy, let’s call him Guy--”

“Guy,” Sirius repeated.

“Me and Guy are having a bit of a dry spell lately. I know he’s busy with his studies and all, but…”

“But that’s not an excuse!” Sirius chipped in.

“Exactly!”

“Ok, I’m probably going to regret asking this, but how often have you and Guy been enjoying each other’s company in a…um…sexual way?” Sirius braved through uttering the words out, each heavier than the other.

“Um…” James looked up at the ceiling like he was counting something in his head. “Maybe… once a week?”

Sirius looked at him in shock, gasping. He made a pearl clutching move, without actually having anything around his neck to hold onto, so he just gripped at the neckline of his t-shirt violently.

“I know, I know,” James sighed, throwing his head back. “And we have to plan it beforehand… like schedule it.”

“Fuck!” Sirius looked at him, his mouth hanging open.

“Fuck indeed!” James nodded, motioning his empty beer bottle. Sirius jumped up and provided him with a new one right away.

“What happens if you wake up in the middle of the night, your cock throbbing? Do you wake him up?”

James chuckled awkwardly.

“No, no, no, he needs his eight hours of sleep. Besides, I don’t want to risk a punch to the gut or god forbid, somewhere lower.” James made a painful grimace.

“James,” Sirius sighed, his voice revealing disappointment at his best friend. “Jamie, Jimmy, Jimbo…” he shook his head, black tresses swinging with his movements. “One would think you had him all figured out by now, but no… Still a beginner, my poor Jameson.”

James tilted his head.

“I’m not sure I’m following.”

“You see, Re—Guy, Guy is all talk. You ask him if he would like to have sex with you, he says no if he’s not in the mood, hurls an insult or two at you and you back off, am I right?”

James pursed his lips. “I might beg a bit but… yeah, I usually back off.”

Sirius snorted. “Of course you beg, I keep on forgetting you have this pathetic desperate streak in you.” He rolled his eyes, taking a sip out of his bottle.

“Hey!” James frowned but did nothing to dispute this.

“What if you just went back home, opened the door Aragorn in Helm’s Deep style—”

“—I love Aragorn!” James perked up, grinning.

“Don’t interrupt me!” Sirius gave him a death glare and continued. “What if you do that and just grab him, slam him into the nearest wall and fuck his brains out! But before you do that… you have to announce it. You have to come really close and whisper it into his ear. ‘Guy, I’m going to fuck your brains out and there’s nothing you can do to stop it from happening’.”

James was silent, looking at him weirdly.

“Do you think you can do that, Jim?”

“I mean… I’m not sure, like… consent is a really important--”

“James!” Sirius interrupted him. “I’m not telling you to go back home and rape my brother, for goodness sake, I’m just telling you to go there and take what’s yours. Trust me, if he doesn’t want it, he’ll let you know, he’ll wipe the floor with you in one move. He does actually own a black belt if I remember it correctly.”

“A black belt?!” James perked up at this brand-new information. “In which martial art exactly?”

“I don’t know, all of them,” Sirius said with a visible resentment. “He kicked me and broke my nose once, see,” he motioned at the small, almost invisible bump in his otherwise perfect nose.

“Oh… I never noticed this.” James squinted, coming closer to Sirius’ face.

“Yeah, the bastard just clocked me without a warning.”

“What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?!” Sirius raised his voice, offended at the assumption he was the one in the wrong, provoking his brother’s wrath.

“Well… I mean… you clearly did something… Reg would never--”

“--I don’t know… I might have read his diary or something stupid like that.” Sirius brushed it off.

“Sirius!”

“What?!”

“You can’t just go and read people’s diaries.” James frowned. “Those are private.”

“Well, I never did it again, thanks to this,” he motioned back to his nose. “Anyway, it was full of sentimental crap about a boy he was pining for.”

“Oh…” James frowned.

“What?” Sirius chuckled.

“Nothing,” James tried to seem as nonchalant as he could about it. He shouldn’t be jealous at Regulus’ childhood crush, yet he couldn’t help himself.

“You really are a clueless idiot, aren’t you,” Sirius shook his head. “Listen!” He stood up, closing in on James, pulling him into a tight hug and planting a big kiss into his messy hair. “I love you, ok?”

James looked up, his eyes in a bit of a haze, glasses almost foggy.

“You just have to go there and do your thing ok?” Sirius whispered, cradling his head in his arms. “There’s no point waiting for the perfect moment, for that might never come, all you have to do is act on it then and there, ok? Take the matters into your hands, you have big and strong hands….well, not as big as Remus’—” he took one of James’ hands into his own, inspecting it thoroughly.

“Um… hope I’m not interrupting anything.” A voice came from the hallway, Remus standing in the door, still in his jacket.

Sirius looked up, holding onto James tightly, before realization hit that this might seem like a compromising situation. He took a step back, hand lingering on James’ own for a moment.

“Watch this! I’m going to demonstrate it to you first hand.” Sirius raised his finger up when he spoke to James, as he circled the table and practically threw himself at Remus.

James looked on in confusion and Remus himself was a little taken aback by the sudden attack.

Sirius pushed him into the nearest wall, his hands working on taking Remus’ jacket off and throwing it onto the floor somewhere.

“Babe…” Remus barely managed to catch his breath. “What…”

Sirius shoved him back into the wall and shushed him by putting his finger across his mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” Sirius announced as he latched himself onto Remus’ neck, digging his teeth in.

“Babe, ah, we have a guest…By the way, hi, James!” Remus made an attempt at pushing Sirius away, as his knees buckled and he leaned his head back into the wall, failing to greet properly.

“James was just leaving,” Sirius mumbled into his neck before he turned to look at James with a corner of his eye. “Right, James?”

James jumped up almost knocking the chair over in the process.

“Yes! Leaving! Yes. Right away.” He mumbled as he looked for his jacket, trying not to look at the way Sirius’ hand was already inside of Remus’ trousers.

“What has gotten into you…” Remus whined out, as he was melting back into the wall, not really resisting it, just asking for an explanation.

“Just a bit of a demonstration,” Sirius whispered into his ear, out of James’ earshot. “Proving a point.”

“Oh,” Remus made a disappointed sound with a face to match it.

“No, no… we’re doing it,” he said as he squeezed Remus’ cock. “James, why are you still here? Go home and fuck your man into the wall.”

“Right! Consider me gone!” James yelled out.

“Babe, this is weird…” Remus whined out as he clung onto Sirius tightly.

“It’s ok, James needed a little pep talk,” Sirius looked up at him, grinning, while he desperately tried to free himself of his jeans.

“You just sent him on his way to fuck your brother into the wall,” Remus snorted, finally deciding to give Sirius’ fumbling fingers a hand.

“Don’t remind me,” Sirius rolled his eyes, huffing out a breath into Remus’ neck.

“You’re such a weird family,” Remus shook his head in amusement, finally succeeding at freeing Sirius of his trousers, his t-shirt following suit.

“Yeah… and now you’re a part of it, loser.” Sirius curled his lips up as he pulled onto the hem of Remus’ shirt, planning on getting rid of it.

Remus froze for a moment, hesitant to proceed.

“What?” Sirius tugged onto his shirt. “Babe, come on…”

“You really mean that?”

“Yeah,” Sirius’ expression softened. He reached his hand out to caress Remus’ face. “You’re my family, of course you are, I didn’t think that was something that required a discussion. I mean, only if you want us to be--”

“--Sirius,” Remus grunted out, his eyes suddenly darkening. “I very much want us to be, yeah. More than anything.” He said with a strangled breath, slowly pushing himself off the wall, looming over Sirius like a shadow.

“What… I thought…” Sirius backed up until he bumped into the table. “I was going to… you know,” he chuckled awkwardly, looking at Remus’ crotch.

“You thought, huh?” Remus tilted his head as he suddenly reached under Sirius’ knees and raised him onto the table in one swift motion.

“Oh…Clearly, I was wrong,” Sirius said, more to himself than to Remus as he spread his legs out, wrapping them around his boyfriend, pulling him closer.

Remus’ hand reached down, ghosting over Sirius’ opening, before he tried pushing a finger in.

“So tight… we’ve been neglecting this lately, huh?” Remus chuckled as he was met with resistance of Sirius’ tight ring of muscle.

“Do something about it, then,” Sirius whined out as he perched his hips up, throwing his head back.

“Suck on this, babe,” Remus said in a demanding tone as he all but shoved his fingers into Sirius’ mouth, taking him by surprise.

Sirius took them in without a protest, lapping up Remus’ fingers at once. He sucked and licked around them, covering them in as much saliva as he could, all the while bucking his hips up closer to Remus, his cock strained and leaking droplets of precum. Remus used his free hand to wrap it against Sirius, giving him the much-needed friction.

“You look positively obscene like this,” Remus grumbled out, licking his lips as he watched Sirius devour his fingers, wetting them up. He pushed them into his soft tongue, coaxing a moaning sound out of him and watched saliva drip down Sirius’ chin, fighting the urge to just lick it off of him.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, causing Sirius to flinch, frozen on the table with his mouth left hanging open.

“I think this is enough, baby,” Remus closed his mouth with a kiss, their lips and tongues smacking against each other loudly while his hand sank lower until it found its target.

“Mhm, fuck,” Sirius squirmed, throwing his arms around Remus, scooting himself closer to him, lifting his ass up as much as he could, offering himself up for the taking.

Remus shoved his fingers right in, without much lingering or decorum, working with scissoring motions as to open his tight entrance up. Sirius clung onto him tightly, panting into the crook of his neck. The table underneath them squeaked like it wasn’t going to hold on for much longer, yet they didn’t pay it much attention.

“Remus…” he whined out desperately, tightening around Remus’ diligent fingers.

“It’s ok, baby,” Remus kissed his temple, as he curled his fingers with intention of reaching as deep as he could. His other hand still worked hard on pumping his erection, stimulating him on both sides.

“I need…” Sirius started like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite form coherent speech. The way his body twisted said enough.

“I know…” Remus said in a calm voice, as calm as he could be in a moment like this, when his own cock twitched, begging to be sheathed into something wet and warm.

“Fuck, I’m…” Sirius closed his eyes and bit into his lower lip.

Remus curled his fingers and hit just the right spot inside of him, causing him to shiver out in agony and spill himself all over Remus’ hand and both their bodies. He threw his head back and almost ended up sprawled on the table, if it weren’t for Remus to hold him.

“So pretty…” Remus admired the image before him, dragging his dirty hand along Sirius’ exposed skin. He looked down at his cock, red and glistening, perched up against his stomach, waiting for its time to shine.

“Remus?” Sirius whispered his name out, his eyes barely open yet still managing to flutter his lashes at him.

Remus bucked his hips up, following it up with a weird, strangled sound. He took his cock into his hand and slowly pushed it into Sirius’ prepared hole, burying himself to the hilt quite swiftly. Sirius didn’t do much to help, except wait patiently, still coming down from his high.

“I’m going to fuck you now, ok?” Remus informed him, one hand digging into Sirius’ sweaty, damp locks, the other now steady on his hip, fingers digging into skin.

Sirius nodded, unable to give his confirmation in a different way. He leaned back on his hands, his legs wrapped around Remus’ back, waiting for him to start moving.

Remus snapped his hips violently into him, causing the whole table to shake. He used his hands to pull Sirius closer into him, being the one controlling their rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Sirius threw his head back in delirium, exposing his neck, as he was fucked into relentlessly and Remus focused on one thing and one thing only. If Sirius were coherent enough, he’d probably tell you how he wasn’t quite used to seeing Remus like this, determined to fuck his brains out right there on their kitchen table. From the moment Sirius referred to him as a family member, something in him shifted, making his mind clouded with desire, his only mission being giving it to Sirius good, stuffing him full of his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good,” he grunted out as he felt Sirius tighten up around him, his walls clenching.

“Uh…” Sirius’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he felt unable to hold his own weigh, reaching out to latch onto his boyfriend once again.

Remus bucked up into him, thrusting hard once again, causing a weird cracking sound that seemed to be coming from under them. His first instinct was to grab Sirius, barely able to steady the two of them as the table finally cracked under the weight of their bodies. Remus held onto Sirius, grabbing him from the table and preventing them both from ending up on the floor with it.

“Fuck!” Remus’ orgasm surprised him at the worst moment possible, just as he wobbled around the kitchen with Sirius in his arms, still buried inside of him.

“Don’t drop me,” Sirius whined out when he finally noticed what was going on.

“Oh, shit…” Remus finally managed to walk over to the wall and plaster Sirius’ back into it, steadying them both with this action. There, he continued to empty himself into Sirius, his body shivering from his orgasm.

“Ugh, this was close,” Sirius threw his head back into the wall, making a soft thumping sound. He started laughing maniacally all of the sudden, shaking in Remus’ arms.

“What is it?” Remus looked up in confusion, still a bit dazed.

“I just thought how my brother’s probably going to be doing the same thing right about now.”

Remus’ nose twitched.

“What… I hate to say it, but the kid desperately needs to replace the stick in his ass with a stick in his ass.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Remus snorted, burying his head into Sirius’ neck.

“What a family…”

“Yeah, babe, we’re a bunch of weirdos and you’re one of us!” Sirius chirped, biting on Remus’ ear.

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James burst the front door open dramatically, yet there was only Snuffles to witness this, supposedly sexy, action. He made a disappointed face when he noticed Regulus wasn’t around to see it.

The dog rushed over to him, wagging his tail, yipping cheerfully at the sight of him. He was always happy to see him, so this didn’t mean much, except that it was nice that at least someone was looking forward to him returning.

“Hey, baby!” James crouched down to greet the pup. “Where’s our Reggie, huh? Where’s your daddy?”

Snuffles answered in an attempted bark, nuzzling his nose into James, slobbering all over his knee, spinning circles around him.

“It’s ok, it’s ok…” James ruffled his fur, trying to calm him down. “It’s getting late, you should be sleeping.”

As he walked into the living room, he noticed a pillow and a blanket prepared on the sofa. Apparently, Regulus had kicked him out of their bed and made him sleep on the couch, punishing him for calling ‘red’ on him. He took a deep breath, trying to recall the things Sirius has instructed him to do. The beers he just had gave him the much-needed courage – he wasn’t drunk, far from it, but he was braver than he normally would be.

 Once he was in the hallway, he noticed the light coming from their study and walked straight to it, drawn to it like a mindless moth. He raised his hand as to knock, bending his knuckles into a fist, but decided against it in the last moment, pulling his fist back and opening the door at once.

Regulus turned in annoyance, jumping from where he was seated behind the desk, writing something down on his laptop.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He growled at James, crossing his arms on his chest, ready for an argument or a continuation of the one they’ve had earlier.

James gulped, thinking how it still wasn’t too late to back off, if he wanted to. But no, he wasn’t going to do that. He was about to take what was rightfully his.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” He said calmly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. There was something wild and dark in the way he was looking at Regulus, almost unrecognizable.

“Potter!” Regulus frowned, ready to give him a mouthful, but before he could even gather his words, he was lifted off the ground and pinned hard against the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you into this wall right now and you are going to take it like a good boy, ok?” James grunted out, looking into Regulus’ eyes meaningfully. He wasn’t going to back off, not anymore.

“James…” Regulus whined out, his fingers twisting desperately into the fabric of James’ shirt. “What has—” he was cut short as James crashed his mouth against him without a warning, as if he wanted to devour him at once.

Regulus protested into the kiss at first, mumbling something out, but did nothing to push James away, opening his mouth up for him in the end and letting him in.

As James broke them apart, giving them both an opportunity to catch a breath, he looked at Regulus’ flustered face with a smirk.

“Get off of me!” Regulus gritted out, holding onto James tightly.

“No,” James shook his head, grinding his hips into him, letting him feel just how hard he was, showing him what he was about to recieve. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Fuck, James…”

“If you really want me to stop this, you know the word.” James said calmly, looking deeply into his eyes, giving him a way out of this situation if he really wanted to, reminding him of the codes they used between them.

“Ugh, fuck,” Regulus broke the excruciating eye contact, huffing out a frustrated breath.

“Yeah, I thought as much,” James chuckled, pleased with himself, pinning him harsher against the wall, one of his hands sliding down to pull his joggers off.

Regulus made his job easier by lifting his hips up, allowing him to do as he wished. He still looked away, focusing his gaze somewhere behind James’ back.

“I love it when you’re so pliant, Reggie,” James whispered into his ear, licking against his exposed neck. “So good for me.”

“I hate you,” Regulus grumbled out, leaning his head back, allowing him better access.

“Of course you do…” James snorted into his neck, bucking his hips up into him again.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Regulus said as he allowed for his joggers to be taken off him completely.

James decided not to comment on his lack of underwear or at the fact that he was just as hard as he was. He fumbled with his zipper and managed to take himself out.

“You’re so pathetic,” Regulus snarled at the sight of James’ leaking cock.

“You’re the one to talk…” James smirked, his fingers probing around his entrance, noticing he was quite stretched out.

Regulus rolled his eyes at him. “I had to take care of myself after you left me hanging.” He said, as if he needed to provide an excuse.

“Well… I’m here now, baby,” James mewled out, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Fuck off, James!” Regulus was relentless, trying to be as mean as he could, while his body started melting under James’ touch, almost craving for it.

“You made yourself ready for me, Reg,” James whined out as he took his own cock and leaned its head against Regulus’ rim, smearing it with his precum. He bucked his hips up and it slid right in, slotting into Regulus perfectly.

“Ugh…as if…” Regulus grunted out, wrapping his arms around James’ back, holding onto him tightly.

“Always taking me so well, Reg, it’s a real shame we don’t get to do this more often… We are going to have to change that.”

“Ah!” Regulus moaned out once James was buried into him to the hilt, bottoming out. He grabbed onto James’ shirt, crumpling the fabric under his fingers violently.

“I’m going to move now,” James announced politely, as it was only right to do so.

“Stop babbling so much and get to it,” Regulus growled out, lifting himself up a little, urging James to start moving.

“Yes, sir!” James chuckled and thrust his hips up, slamming himself deep into Regulus, starting to work out a perfect rhythm.

“Oh, god!” Regulus bit his lip and threw his head back into the wall, closing his eyes shut.

James dug his face into the crook of his neck, following Regulus’ orders not to talk as much, his tongue now having a different preoccupation as he practically gnawed at his neck.

“Don’t leave marks, idiot…” Regulus sighed out but didn’t do anything in particular to stop him.

James continued biting and sucking onto his neck, working especially hard at leaving as much marks as he could. So what, Regulus was a fan of turtlenecks, and if he wanted to hide it, he could always wear one.

Regulus’ breath was hitched as he found it harder and harder to keep up with James’ relentless ministrations, his cock leaking precum, desperate to get some attention. He slid his hand between them, trying to wrap his hand around himself but was slapped away by James, who reprimanded him with a seemingly annoyed ‘tsk’.

“Please…” Regulus whined out in frustration.

“No,” James growled at him. “No touching, Reggie…”

“Ugh, fuck off,” Regulus protested but did as he was told and pulled his hand away, although reluctantly.

“Good boy,” James offered a short praise before he slammed his hips into him once again, pinning him harder against the wall, followed by a short peck on the cheek.

“I really really hate you,” Regulus said, his hands digging into James’ dark curls, pulling on them harshly.

“Ah,” James threw his head back, “I know, baby, I love you too.” He chuckled, before Regulus tugged onto him once again.

“Hate you so much!”

“Mhm…” James sucked his lower lip, feeling that he was getting closer to his orgasm, the familiar feeling pooling up in the pit of his stomach. It shouldn’t be a surprise, that it came so fast, after already being denied once today. Well, that one was mostly his fault, his and Sirius’, but at the end of the day, his best friend worked hard in making himself up for that crude interruption. He made a mental note to thank him later, for giving him the much-needed pep talk and convincing him to just barge back home and take what he wanted.

Regulus tightened up around him, making it particularly difficult to stop himself from coming then and there, spilling himself right into his insides.

“I have to…” Regulus suddenly announced, apparently close to finishing himself.

“Yeah, me too,” James grunted out, fucking into him one more time ruthlessly.

“James, I…” Regulus cried out, his hands almost pulling James’ hair out in the process.

“Yeah, cum for me, Reggie…” James nodded, his tongue hanging out as he found it difficult to breathe, his own release approaching. “Let’s cum together.”

“Oh, fuck!” Regulus threw his head back as he spilled himself against his belly and all over James’ shirt at the same time as James filled his insides with his own seed.

“Reg,” James whined out, burying his face into Regulus’ neck, riding his orgasm out, wave after wave until he was completely spent, panting against him, unable to say anything.

Regulus was the first one to recover, at least judging by the way he tried freeing himself out of James’ grasp, squirming against him, causing him to finally look up.

“This was so good, right?” James smiled at him, his eyes glazed.

Regulus frowned, pouting back at him.

“What… you liked it too,” James chuckled, amused, giving Regulus a quick peck on the lips. He was still inside of him, not really wanting to pull himself out.

“I’m still angry at you,” Regulus sighed out, pushing James away and trying to free himself.

“Tsk,” James slowly pulled out, letting Regulus get back to his feet, holding him just in case he was unable to stand properly. He tried not to look at the way his semen seeped out of Regulus, dripping down his thighs.

“You’re sleeping on the couch, I prepared it for you,” Regulus informed him.

“No, I’m not.” James said sternly, holding his ground.

“What do you mean you’re not?! We had a fight and I banished you from the bedroom.”

“You can sleep on the couch, I’m going back to my bed.” James shrugged. Any other night, he would have done what Regulus said and slept on the couch, yet today, he was not having it.

“Potter!”

“What, you’re free to join me if you want to,” James said nonchalantly, taking his soiled shirt off and heading out of the room.

“You can’t just… James… wait!” Regulus wobbled after him.

“What is it going to be Reg, couch… or bed?” James turned to him once he was at the bedroom door.

“I can’t sleep on the couch, you know that…” Regulus mumbled.

“Then it’s settled,” James tried to hide the smile that creeped up in the corner of his lips, reaching his hand out towards Regulus.

Regulus grabbed it reluctantly and followed him into the bedroom, hurling a series of insults under his breath as James pulled him in and closed the door behind them. And if he woke up hard in the middle of the night, he might have even turned to Regulus’ side and asked him to take care of it, earning a colourful swear word and a warm mouth around his cock.

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“Smile, you’re on candid camera!” Sirius laughed as he shoved the rather old-fashioned camera, the same one he and Regulus were gifted fifteen years ago, into Remus’ face, his boyfriend turning away in horror from the damn thing.

“I hate being filmed…” Remus grumbled out, covering his face with his hands.

“What?! Why?” Sirius asked in shock, as if the mere idea of it being incomprehensible to him. He on the other hand enjoyed being filmed and having his pictures taken and therefor ridiculously thought everyone was like the same.

Remus shrugged. “I guess I’m just self-conscious that way,” he explained. He avoided cameras ever since he was a kid, every time they had their pictures taken in school, he hid in the last row, almost ducking down, only his eyes and hair peeking out as the rest of his body was covered by one of his fellow students. On his phone, he didn’t have a single selfie and wasn’t even sure if he’d ever actually taken one.

It probably had to do something with that old scar across his face, one that he didn’t quite like being reminded of.

“This,” Sirius said as he took a wide shot of Remus’ whole body, “This body,” he chuckled, zooming into his face, “This face…” he licked his lips, “It should be forever documented on film.”

“Come on, be serious,” Remus shoved the camera away from his face, frowning at Sirius. “And don’t you dare say it!” He raised his finger up threateningly, knowing what was probably coming.

“But, I am---” Sirius started, not willing to miss out on an opportunity for a pun.

“Shhhh!” Remus covered Sirius’ mouth with his hand, not wanting to hear another word of this.

Sirius licked his palm, causing Remus to remove his hand, acting disgusted with his action.

“Oh, come on, don’t act so fucking scandalized, you’ve had worse than my saliva,” Sirius rolled his eyes, refocusing his camera back on Remus. “My human saliva is the least disgusting thing of mine that has touched you. I can think of far more disgusting things produced by my body that you’ve guzzled up on hungrily.”

Remus gasped, feigning shock.

“Fuck you…” he shook his head and shoved at Sirius playfully.

Sirius wiggled his eyebrows in interest, peeking out behind the camera.

“Ok, if you insist!” He rolled his eyes, sighing loudly, saying it as if it were a chore.

“Sirius…” Remus sighed, smiling.

“I have a tripod, you know,” Sirius said conversationally, looking at the camera.

Remus snorted.

“Don’t I know it,” he said, biting the insides of his cheeks, stopping himself from bursting out in laughter, showing him that two can play this game.

“Dirty mind!” Sirius feigned shock, his mouth hanging open. “You’re worse than me!”

“You’ve started it…” Remus shrugged, reminding him.

“Although I have to admit this thing in my pants is intimidatingly and above averagely large, I was referring to the camera tripod that I have, dummy.”

“Of course,” Remus said smugly. “The camera…”

“I might position it over there, under the window,” he pointed his finger to the place he was referring to. “Where it can perfectly catch everything happening in our bed.”

“Why would--” Remus cleared his throat, as he felt blush creep up his cheeks.

“You know why,” Sirius closed in on him, throwing his arms around him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Come on, I always wanted to do that, I just didn’t have anyone to do it with!” Sirius whined out.

“You could have filmed yourself.”

“Trust me, I did!” Sirius growled out. “There’s a whole hard drive filled with files of me masturbating back when I was in highschool.”

Remus made a mental note to ask if he could see that later, before aborting that idea, realizing Sirius was probably underage at that time.

“I was always curious what I would look like performing as Padfoot.”

Remus snickered.“Trust me, babe, you look hot.”

“Hot?”

“Mhm,” Remus nodded. His cheeks were properly red now, he could feel them burning up.

“I have to see it for myself to believe it,” Sirius sighed. “I mean, I know I look hot as Sirius, but Padfoot? I just think there’s a lot I could improve there.”

“No complaints here, love, I think you’re perfect as both Sirius and Padfoot.”

“Ok, Remus, I love you for supporting me and everything, but it’s not like you’re an expert in the area. How many dogs have you fucked?”

“How many… what?! You know how many!” Remus screeched out, offended by the remark.

“Exactly!”

“Oh, and how many other people… or dogs do you intend to fuck that you need to improve your visual performance for?”

Sirius looked at him in shock.

“Baby,” he put the camera down at last and took Remus’ face between his face and explained to him slowly. “You’re the only one for me, you know that.”

Remus pouted, but believed him completely.

“It’s just that… when I see those dogs in the park, they all seem so confident and gracious, like they know what they’re doing,” Sirius sighed and continued. “I want to give you my best. I want to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.” He almost growled out at him.

Remus breathed out, admitting his own defeat. “Ok--”

Sirius squealed out happily, mushing his cheeks between his hands.

“But once it’s done, we have to vault the video somewhere safe. I don’t want to end up on the internet as ‘the guy getting fucked by a dog’.”

“Some people would pay a lot of money to see that,” Sirius chuckled.

“Ok, the deal is off if you’re not going to be serious about it.”

Sirius looked at him, biting his lip, trying hard not to say the thing he wanted to say the most.

“Can you be serious?” Remus asked him once again, on purpose, testing his restrain.

“I can.” Sirius grunted out, biting his lip.

“Good!” Remus smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Get your tripod out and we can get to it.”

Sirius looked down at his crotch.

“The camera stand, Sirius!”

“Oh, of course!”

Sirius handed a small remote control to Remus, explaining how he should use it.

“When you’re ready, just push this button. And then when you want it to stop, push it again. If you feel like we need to stop anytime during the filming, just do it. Ok? I probably won’t be able to.”

“Because you have paws, sure…”

“Paws… and a pretty one-track mind when I’m inside of you, but yeah… You’ll be the one in charge of the remote control.”

Remus nodded, sitting on the bed in nothing but his dressing gown. Sirius stood up and mumbled something to himself before he turned to Padfoot. He sat on the ground, a few feet away from Remus, waiting to be called over.

Remus looked at the camera first, then at the remote in his hand. He pointed it at the camera, pushing the button, causing the red light to turn itself on. It felt weirdly intrusive, despite them being the only two present in the room.

“Come here,” he patted the bed next to him.

Padfoot was there in a millisecond, causing the whole bed to creak under his weight.

“Help me with this, Pads,” Remus turned his body over, motioning at his robe.

Padfoot took one end of his belt into his teeth and pulled on it, until he managed to get it undone. The belt ended up somewhere on the floor, while Remus scooted himself up on the bed, his robe spreading itself open. Padfoot nudged at the fabric on his shoulders, the robe slipping down almost by itself.

Remus looked at the blinking red light nervously, gulping. Padfoot, sensing his anxiety, licked him once across his neck and face reassuringly.

“Babe…” Remus laughed, Padfoot’s coarse tongue being ticklish on his skin.

The encouragement seemed to be working as Remus managed to relax, getting rid of his only piece of clothing completely, tossing it to the side. He spread his legs apart, trying not to think how everything is going to be perfectly visible on camera.

Padfoot started licking down from his neck, across his chest, focusing on his nipples, giving them both the same amount of attention.

Remus moaned out in pleasure, sinking deeper into the pillows, and spreading his legs wider apart.

“You’re so good at this,” he praised Padfoot, caressing his head. “You know just what I need.”

Padfoot wagged his tail as he continued sinking further down, leaving a wet trail along Remus’ body.

Remus’ hard cock was waiting for him on full display, perched up against his stomach. Padfoot started licking it eagerly, slobbering all over it. He licked all the way from the base of his balls to the leaking tip, over and over again, until Remus nudged his head, signalling it was time to switch it up a bit, as another place needed Padfoot’s tongue even more.

He turned around, positioning himself on his hands and knees, giving the camera and Padfoot the perfect shot of his twitching hole. It was pink and sensitive, inviting Padfoot with its slight contractions. Padfoot started licking once again, like he was born to do it, drivelling against it hungrily. Remus felt saliva drip down his thighs, as he tried arching his back and offering as much of himself as he could. Padfoot took it all, showing his snout against Remus’ arse, nuzzling his wet nose against his overly sensitive hole.

“Yeah, just like that,” Remus whined out, his head buried in his arms and his ass being as high as his spine would let him. He felt Padfoot’s nose actually breach him, the cold and dribbling thing managing to wiggle its way inside of him.

He pushed his hips back, wanting to feel more of it, but was soon left empty, as Padfoot figured it was the right time to switch onto bigger and better things.

“Babe,” Remus whined out in desperation, knowing full well what was about to come. He managed to catch it with the corner of his eye – the red, glistening tip of Padfoot’s erection, its head dripping white liquid already. He felt Padfoot’s paws digging into his back, as the dog mounted him in one quick motion.

The head of his cock caught on Remus’ rim instantly, Padfoot letting out a victorious yelp, proud of the fact how he managed to do it at the first try. He bucked his hips, pushing himself all the way inside, until he was buried to the hilt, his furry crotch connecting with Remus’ ass. The man made an obscene moaning sound as his tight walls were breached by Padfoot’s throbbing member. He thought they probably should have worked more on opening him up, but it was too late now, Padfoot was already in.

He breathed in deeply, adjusting to the painful stretch, knowing full well that the real challenge was yet to come, as Padfoot was only half the size he would normally get.

“You can move, babe…” Remus whined out, pushing his hips back at Padfoot, encouraging him to start his lewd dance.

Padfoot didn’t waste another second as he started moving his hips relentlessly, slamming himself in and out of Remus like his life depended on it. Remus thought he’s never done it this enthusiastically, probably the curtesy of knowing how they were filming themselves.

“Ah! Ah!” Remus couldn’t keep his voice down once he felt Padfoot’s cock brush against his prostate. He tried keeping it as quiet as he could, not sure if he’ll be able to live through listening to himself later without dying from embarrassment, but the way that dog managed to hit his sweet spot every time, made it impossible not to voice his pleasure out loudly.

Padfoot followed up by his own myriad of howls and yelps, in rhythm with his ruthless thrusts.

The wet squelching sound their bodies produced made it even more obscene and would probably be impossible for Remus to watch it later on.

“Ah! I’m gonna…” Remus felt something inside of him tingle, and there was no way of stopping this, tension bubbling up in him, like he was about to sneeze, but instead of it coming out of his mouth, it would come out of his cock. One more thrust, one more hit at his sensitive prostate, and he spilt himself all over the sheets, his cock untouched.

He tightened up against Padfoot, who was now fully engorged inside of him, causing him to twitch from the sudden stimulation, his knot finally presenting himself inside of Remus, caught by his rim.

“Oh, fuck!” Remus whined out, his body feeling like goo after his release. He wanted to lie down and stretch himself across the bed, but Padfoot was nowhere near finished, as his release has just begun. He spurted himself inside of Remus, filling him up with his hot cum, wave after wave. He kept on thrashing his hips into him, again and again, his cock releasing itself into Remus with the intention to fill him up to the brim.

Remus held onto the sheets, crinkling them between his fingers, wishing he was positioned differently so that he could hold onto Padfoot’s fur instead. He felt a wet patch underneath his face, realizing he was drooling the whole time and he wasn’t even aware of it. He’ll probably see it all later, on camera.

Judging by Padfoot’s struggled movements, he was done spilling his semen into Remus, now panting into his ear and proceeding to turn himself around, so that they were laying opposite each other, connected only by Padfoot’s enormous knot.

“Ugh, the remote…” Remus whined out desperately, as he reached over for the remote control, but they managed to kick it away somehow, and it was now further down on the floor. There was no way to reach it in this state. This was going to be one long and boring part of the video that would probably end up being cut.

Sirius smiled as he looked at the final product, connecting camera with the TV.

“Come here, Remus, look at this,” he waved him over, as Remus was hiding behind his hands, unable to look.

“I’ll pass…” he whined out in embarrassment.

“Wow, we look so good!” Sirius clapped his hands and rewound a few seconds, just to watch this particular scene once again.

It showed the moment when Padfoot mounted him and buried himself inside, Remus’ body arching underneath him.

“I could watch this the whole day,” Sirius squirmed where he was sitting, rearranging himself in his jeans.

“Sirius, are you getting turned on by watching us right now?” Remus laughed from the background, finally able to take a peek.

“Remus, darling, you have to see this,” Sirius turned to him with a proud smile on his face. “It’s a masterpiece.”

“Babe, it’s just us fucking like animals, literally, it’s hardly a masterpiece,” Remus rolled his eyes, joining Sirius in front of the TV.

“Look!” Sirius pointed at the screen as he went back to his favourite scene again.

“Ugh, I just made the most embarrassing sound,” Remus cringed at the way his on-screen counterpart moaned out, barely recognizing his own voice. “Is this really what I sound like?”

“Yep…”

“Oh, God, I hate my voice,” Remus made a grimace.

“It’s so sexy, I wish I could make a Spotify list consisting just of that sound,” Sirius said dreamily.

“Shut up!” Remus shoved him, lowering his head down in shame.

“Too bad we’re not able to show it to the world. I wish everyone would see that hot piece of ass I get to tap every day.”

“Sirius!” Remus shoved him a bit harder now. “Don’t even joke about it. If this thing got out, I could get arrested, it would be considered animal abuse.”

Sirius snorted. “The only thing abused here is your hole. I wish there was a better zoom on it.”

“Sirius…”

“What? I’m joking.” Sirius kissed him reassuringly. “I’d die of jealousy if anyone actually saw you like this, you know that. This is for my eyes only.”

“Well, it better be!”

“Do you want to watch it from the beginning?” Sirius tilted his head.

“No… I think I’ve seen enough, I prefer something more real.” Remus smiled, taking the camera away from Sirius and turning it off. He looked at Sirius crotch, his jeans tenting heavily.

“Oh… you want?” Sirius’ face beamed.

“We can’t leave you like this, now can we?” Remus shrugged and leaned down, pulled Sirius’ zipper down.

“We certainly can’t!” Sirius perked up and licked his lips. Wasn’t he just living a dream?!

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“Can you pick Snuffles up from school today?” Regulus asked over the phone.

“From school?!” Sirius gasped. “What are you on about? You know he is a dog, right?”

“He goes to puppy school, we’re trying to teach him some manners,” Regulus explained. “Goes there thrice a week.”

“Heh, does he have a little backpack and everything?” Sirius laughed.

“Sirius…” Regulus sighed.

“Do you pack him lunch?”

“Come on,…”

“In his little lunch box?”

“Jesus…”

“Does he get homework?”

“Siri—Oh, actually, he does get homework, we have to train with him at home.” Regulus corrected himself. “Anyway, we would be really thankful if you guys could pick him up today and we’ll come and get him in the evening.”

“Where are you going?”

“We’re… We have some plans…” Regulus muttered.

“What plans?”

“Just… plans, Sirius! We have plans, James and myself, and all we are asking is a simple favour. If you can’t do it, I’ll ask Barty.”

“Fuck no! We can do it!” Sirius blurted out.

“Ok, thanks… I’ll text you the address.”

“What plans, though?”

“Sirius!”

Remus tried prying Snuffles away from his leg. He was adamant to hump it and no matter how hard Remus worked on pushing and shoving him away, the dog would just return to doing it.

“Are we absolutely certain he’s not yours?” Remus asked in the middle of another attempt to free himself.

Sirius rolled his eyes at him and joined in to help.

“He’s just a horny teenager, babe…” he sighed as he physically removed Snuffles from Remus.

“Puppy school doesn’t seem to work on him, huh?”

“Nah, Reggie said he’s doing great there, it’s just when he sees you that he loses his restraint.”

Remus took the opportunity to raise his legs up, now sitting up on the bed, his legs safely tucked underneath him while Sirius held onto Snuffles.

“Can’t say I blame him, though…” Sirius chuckled. “Every time I see you, I feel the uncontrollable need to hump you as well.”

“Sirius,” Remus huffed out, laughing.

“What?! You know I do. If it were up to me, I’d probably be on you twenty-four seven. Good thing you finally quit your job.”

“Yeah, about that…” Remus winced, shifting on the bed.

Sirius looked at him in confusion, his face hardening up. He was sensing that he’s not going to like what he was about to hear.

“I agreed to cover for Gid tonight. So, I’m not actually free yet.”

“The one who always hits on you?” Sirius raised his eyebrow.

“Um…no, his brother.”

“Why doesn’t he cover for him? His brother?” He pointed out.

“They have some sort of family emergency…” Remus started explaining before realizing it’s not really that important. “Anyway, I’m working tonight, I guess.”

“We’re babysitting Snuffleupagus tonight.” Sirius reminded him, raising Snuffles’ front paws up while he tried wriggling out from his tight embrace and run back to Remus.

“You can handle it yourself.”

“Yeah, but… Ugh, as you can see, he is quite a handful.” He groaned out, struggling with the dog.

“Anyway, today’s the last night, you can pick me up after my shift ends.”

Sirius looked at him weirdly.

“You can wait for me in front of the pub and walk me back here. I mean… Padfoot can.”

“Yeah, I just might do that. Once I hand this little pest over to his dads.” He sighed as he lost the battle and had to let go of Snuffles, the dog rushing over to Remus all excited.

“Lupin, you missed a spot,” the manager pointed to the splosh of spilt beer that Remus failed to wipe off the counter in his attempts to clean the bar after the last customer has left and his shift almost came to an end.

Remus grunted something out and rolled his eyes, actions he wouldn’t have been brave enough to show to his manager’s face if it wasn’t his last night there. He was feeling a lot braver now, knowing he’ll never have to do this, or listen to the greasy-haired bastard’s commands.

The man frowned back at him, adamant to keep him here until the closing time. He looked at his watch and revealed a satisfactory smile on his face at the realization there was still an hour left. Despite there being no customers left, Remus will have to stay till the very end.

“I’ll be off then,” he announced, yawning like he had any right to be tired after doing practically nothing except hovering over Remus and pointing out the ‘wet spots’ he should wipe away.

Remus dreamed about this day for a long time, he had everything planned out in his head – how he was going to go away with a bang, telling everyone how he really felt about them, especially his manager. He would walk up to him and spew a slew of insults right to his face, not sparing him one bit. Now, when the actual opportunity to do so came along, he didn’t really feel like it. To hell with it all… once the night was over, he’ll be free of it all, never to think about this wretched place again.

“What is it?” The manager looked at him weirdly.

“Um… nothing…” Remus shrugged.

“It was like you wanted to say something.”

“I didn’t want to say anything, Snape.” Remus shook his head, stressing his name out particularly.

“You seemed like you did,” Snape persisted.

Remus sighed, trying to remain calm.

“I really, really didn’t.”

“Fine. Suit yourself.” He lingered at the doorway, something on the outside catching his attention. “There’s that damn stray dog out there again.”

Remus flinched. Again? Does this mean Padfoot has been seen around here before? He looked out the window, noticing the dog sitting on the pavement in front of the pub.

“He seems to have a collar, so… probably not a stray,” Remus fought to keep his smile away, biting into the insides of his cheeks, endeared by the fact that Sirius has actually bothered to put the collar on before turning and coming down here.

“An ugly mutt, in any case.”

“Whatever,… shouldn’t you be on your way and let me clean up the place by myself, like always.” Remus huffed out, not standing for this boyfriend slander.

“Can’t say I’ll be missing you, Lupin.”

“Likewise.”

As Snape made his way out on the street, Remus chuckled watching him go around Padfoot, looking at the dog warily. He could swear Padfoot actually growled at him, baring his teeth at the man. Once his dreadful manager disappeared around the corner, Remus plastered himself to the window, watching Padfoot.

“Come here,” he waved over to him and went to open the door for him. Animals were strictly prohibited from entering the pub, but it didn’t matter anymore, it’s not like he could get fired if anyone was to find out he let a dog in.

Padfoot rushed over to the door and waited to be let in.

“What are you doing here, you’re early?” Remus crouched down, ruffling the fur on his head. Padfoot grunted as he nuzzled his head against Remus. “Hey, hey, slow down.” Remus chuckled.

Padfoot was apparently very excited for finally being able to come into Remus workplace, now almost former workplace, for the first time.

“Go and sit in the corner, I still have work to do.”

Padfoot whined out, not listening,

“Pads… be a good boy and sit.” Remus stood up and raised his voice.

Padfoot circled around him twice before he went to the corner with his tail between his legs and grumbled along.

“See, you can behave,” Remus winked at him.  “I’ll be done soon, and you might get a reward if you proceed to be a good boy and stay there.”

Padfoot straightened his back as he sat down, looking at Remus with interest.

“There’s a staff loo in the back,” Remus explained. “I always wanted to do it there. Just had to find the right person. Fabian did proposition me once though.” He tilted his head, waiting for Padfoot’s reaction.

Padfoot barked out, standing up all of the sudden.

“Nuh-uh!” Remus raised his finger. “Good boys sit down and wait patiently. They do what they’re told.”

Padfoot sat back down, growling something out. He had a lot to say about this, apparently.

“Yeah, just like that, my good boy,” Remus said teasingly, returning to mopping the area behind the bar.

Once he was done, he put the mop away slowly, wiping his hands against his apron. He looked at Padfoot meaningfully, the dog sitting in his designated corner, his saliva dripping all over the floor. Remus thought if he should clean that up as well, but decided against it. Fuck it, his shift was over, his duty towards the pub ended. So what if there was a wet patch left on the floor?

He removed his apron, causing Padfoot to flinch.

“Come on, let’s get to it…” he said, looking at Padfoot meaningfully.

Padfoot jumped up from where he was sitting and rushed over to Remus, almost knocking him over.

“Whoa there, Pads…” Remus steadied himself against the counter. He pulled onto Padfoot’s collar and led him to the bathroom.

He closed the door behind them as they shuffled themselves into the cramped space. Remus worked on his zipper, pulling his trousers down, his underwear following suit. He leaned against the small sink, spreading his knees apart as far as he could, Padfoot getting to business immediately.

“Yeah, babe…” He pulled Padfoot’s head closer, allowing him to lick as much as he wanted. There was something about doing it in a forbidden place, such as his pub, that made him even more aroused, if that was even humanly possible.

“Fuck, you’re leaking already,” he looked at Padfoot’s cock with a smirk. “Need some help?”

Padfoot huffed out, leaving Remus’ cock for just a second before his giant tongue went back to work, slobbering all over his shaft, collecting the pooled-up precum hungrily.

Remus raised his leg up, trying to reach Padfoot’s hardness with his boot. Once he succeeded, he rubbed the boot’s cap against the tender place, causing the dog to flinch at first, before he bucked his hips forward, asking for more contact.

“Let me get you off like this,” he huffed out, slowly getting out of breath.

Padfoot whined out in pleasure, enjoying the stimulation he was getting, leaking precum all over the shoe.

“Remus, are you in there?” A grating sound suddenly caused them both to stop in the middle of what they were doing.

“Fuck!” Remus grabbed Padfoot’s head between his hands, clenching his jaw together as not to make another sound.

“I’m in the loo!” Remus announced. “Taking a dump.” He didn’t know why he said it. It was panic that spoke instead of him.

There was a grumbling sound, followed by what seemed to be a loud thump, like someone fell down onto the floor.

Remus tucked himself back in, pulling his trousers up, as he slowly slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Padfoot inside.

He saw Snape, getting up from the floor, giving Remus a death glare.

“There was some kind of a slimy wet spot on the floor,” he motioned to it. “I almost broke my neck.”

“Eh… must have missed some spilled drink when cleaning up,” Remus sighed, knowing too well just what that wet spot was. “Um, what are you doing here?”

“I forgot my keys… probably left them somewhere around here.” Snape grumbled out, dusting himself off. “You didn’t happen to see them in the loo?” He asked and took a step towards Remus.

“Wait!” Remus raised his hands up. “I’ll check for you.”

There was no way he was letting Snape enter that bathroom, not with Padfoot in it.

“Heh, I wouldn’t go there if I was you, if you know what I mean…” Remus explained, scrunching his nose. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“You’re disgusting, Lupin,” Snape made a grimace but remained standing in the middle of the pub, not following Remus. “I just hope you’ll have the decency to clean the toilet afterwards.”

Remus opened the bathroom door and was met with a surprise – it was Sirius, sitting naked on the closed toilet seat, only the dog collar around his neck. He threw a bundle of keys to Remus with a sinister smile on his face.

Remus bit his lower lip as he scanned his boyfriend’s body from head to toe, lingering somewhere in the middle.

“Fuck…” he mouthed silently, shaking his head in disbelief. By all means, he should be disgusted by the way he just sat there – bare ass and everything, on a public toilet like it was a normal thing to do, yet all he wanted to do was sit in his lap and bounce up and down on that leaking cock.

He cleared his throat, regaining some semblance of sanity before he quickly shut the door, turning back to Snape, showing him the keys.

“Are these yours?”

“Yes,” Snape confirmed grabbing them back from Remus. “You have something on your shoe, Lupin.” He motioned to his boot, shiny from Padfoot’s precum.

“Oh…” Remus gasped. “Must be… the cleaning product, or something…” he muttered out.

“Anyway,” Snape said with disdain, scrunching his nose at Remus. “I’ll be going. Just… clean up after yourself.”

“Sure will!” Remus nodded, thankful he’ll never have to take orders from this man ever again.

Once he returned to the loo, Sirius was in the same position he was left in.

“Took you long enough,” he rolled his eyes and spread his legs, motioning to his cock. “I almost finished by myself.”

“Naughty boy,” Remus laughed, closing the door and checking the lock once, just to be sure.

“Is Snivellus gone?”

“Sni… oh, you mean my manager?”

“Yeah, I call him Snivellus… Ran into him a few times in front of the pub, always gave me those weird looks.”

“About that… I wanted to ask you, what were you doing around the pub? Stalking me?” Remus asked as he proceeded to take his clothes off.

“Um… maybe a bit,” Sirius shrugged.

“Why?”

“Just… wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t give in to Fabian’s pursuits?” Remus raised his eyebrows.

“Well, I mean… it’s not you who worried me. There’s Fabian… and then there’s the drunk pub goers.”

“I’m a big boy, Sirius. I can protect myself.”

“You can,” Sirius said. “But you don’t have to.”

Remus chuckled.

“What would you’ve done in case I was attacked? Barged in as a big black dog and bit them all? Or as a naked man and… I don’t know, scandalize them to death?”

“Remus…” Sirius sighed. “Come here.” He motioned to his lap.

Remus followed wordlessly, frowning just slightly.

“I’ll always watch over you, so you better get used to it.” He said as he pulled Remus closer, making him lose his balance and end up sitting in his lap.

“Sirius…” Remus whined out, putting their foreheads together.

“Now please end my agony and sit on it already…” Sirius whined out, rubbing his cock against Remus’ thigh.

Remus laughed out, grabbing it in his hand and causing Sirius to whine out in pain. He tried putting his legs around him, but he was simply too lanky and the angle wouldn’t have worked well, as the flush tank was in the way.

“Turn around,” Sirius grabbed his waist and moved him. “Pretend I’m a chair.”

“You’re an uncomfortable chair, babe…” Remus muttered out.

“Spread your legs,” Sirius ordered as his hand slithered under Remus. There he was met with a surprise. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Remus huffed out and leaned back into Sirius’ chest.

“You naughty boy, when were you going to tell me about this?” Sirius laughed as he probed around Remus’ entrance, blocked by something.

“It’s more fun discovering it yourself…” Remus chuckled.

“Fuck, Remus… did you walk with this thing in you the whole day?” Sirius whined out as he pulled on it. He took it out inch by inch, discovering it actually had beads, each of them slipping out of Remus while making an obscene sound.

“Ah!” Remus leaned back into him completely, his legs spread out, Sirius’ hard cock poking into his back.

“I’m so tempted to fuck you with it, but I’ll have to postpone it for some other time…” he whined out as the final bead slipped out of Remus, followed by a loud wet popping sound.

“Oh, fuck!” Remus whined out, his own cock leaking against his stomach.

Sirius flung the beads into the sink, wiping his wet hand against Remus’ thigh. He pushed Remus forwards, taking one look at his gaping hole, abused from having that thing probing against it the whole day.

“My oh my, what a spectacular view,” Sirius announced as he caressed the small of Remus’ back, before he took his own cock into his hand and slipped it right in.

He pulled Remus back in one swift motion, almost impaling him on his cock, causing the man to whine out in pleasure.

“Don’t hold yourself back, babe, let me hear you,” he said as he bit into Remus’ shoulder.

“Sirius!” Remus yelped out when he felt the tip of Sirius’ cock brush against his prostate.

“Oh, yeah, just like that,” Sirius mewled as he felt Remus clench around him. He pulled him further back, steadying his hands around his waist and controlling his movements. Remus relaxed completely in his hands, letting himself being bounced up and down like a ragdoll.

“Ugh… fuck me…” Remus closed his eyes and threw his head back, leaning into Sirius’ shoulder. “Fuck me, Sirius!”

“You’re so good for me, Remus,” Sirius grunted, burying his nose in the crook of Remus’ neck. He slipped one hand around Remus’ cock, while the other remained firmly around his waist.

“Ah, I… I…” the way Remus clenched around him meant only one thing and Sirius knew it all too well.

“Come for me, babe,” he spoke against his skin, slobbering all over it. “Spill yourself!”

Remus grabbed Sirius’ wrist, digging his nails into him.

“Oh, fuck!” He gritted his teeth as his whole body spasmed, followed by what seemed to be an eruption coming from his cock. He came all over Sirius’ hand and his own thighs, some of the thick white seed definitely ending up on the floor tiles as well.

“It’s ok,” Sirius whispered into his ear, knowing he was close as well, especially because of the way Remus was tightening around his cock, making it harder to hold it in much further. “So good for me, baby…”

Sirius nuzzled his nose against Remus’ neck, soothing it with gentle kisses., before he dug his teeth into it. He thrust his hips up, causing Remus to whine out, before he spilled himself into him, filling him up with his hot cum.

“Babe, I can’t…” Remus whined out, feeling like his whole body has suddenly turned into a pile of goo. He leaned back into Sirius’ sweaty chest while Sirius rode his orgasm out, holding onto him tightly.

“Remus…” Sirius whispered out once everything was over, unable to will himself into moving.

“We should… probably…” Remus suggested, although he himself didn’t do anything to move.

“Yeah, we probably should,” Sirius agreed, still seated, waiting for Remus to make a first move.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk home,” Remus admitted.

“I’ll carry you on my back…” Sirius chuckled.

“Oh, shut up!” Remus huffed out.

“I’ll call Reg to pick us up.”

“Don’t you think you’re pestering your brother just a bit too much?”

“Pestering?! Nah… He owes us one for puppysitting Snuffleupagus today.”

“Hm… when it comes to favours, I think we kind of owe them a few… hundred.”

 “What?!” Sirius acted surprised. “No, we don’t!”

“Babe… we totally do! We should like… take Snuffles for a day and let them have some time for themselves.”

“Sure. But first, we call them to pick us up!”

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It was raining the whole day and Sirius and Remus were cooped up in Remus’ tiny apartment, waiting for the weather to get better so they could finally go for a walk. It would have been a long and boring wait if they didn’t find something interesting to do. They started with mutual hand jobs, which turned into Remus drilling into Sirius from behind, fucking into him relentlessly while Sirius buried his face into the pillows below him, the sound of rain hitting the windows muffling the lewd sounds the both of them and their bodies were making.

Once they were both left panting, sprawled out on the bed, it seemingly stopped raining and there were some hints of sunlight behind those heavy, grey clouds.

“We should go out,” Remus suggested, not moving a muscle.

“Yeah…” Sirius agreed, keeping his eyes closed, still recovering from what they did earlier. “Just give me a minute, I’m completely and utterly spent.”

“Oh, my poor baby…” Remus chuckled as he turned on his side, facing Sirius. “Was I too rough with you?” He asked, caressing his cheek gently.

“So rough,” Sirius sighed, leaning his head into Remus’ touch, still keeping his eyes closed, nuzzling his face into the palm of his hand.

“You like it rough, though…”

“I like it rough, yeah,” Sirius repeated, agreeing. “You know what else I would like?” He suddenly opened his piercing grey eyes, looking straight at Remus.

“Tell me…” Remus’ hand slid down on Sirius’ neck, his thumb digging into his Adam’s apple.

“Trying it as Padfoot.”

Remus’ nose scrunched, his grip around Sirius’ neck tightening. They’ve talked about this before, yet he was never really ready to delve into it, so Sirius let it go for the time being.

“Still not ready?” Sirius smiled, full of understanding. “It’s fine, we don’t have to—”

“—no, wait!” Remus stopped him. His hand moved up again, his thumb now probing against Sirius’ lower lip. “I think I’m ready to try it.”

He finally said it, deciding he could do it. All things aside, it wouldn’t really be a dog he would be fucking – at the end of the day, it was still Sirius.

Sirius’ eyes glinted with expectation. He grabbed onto Remus’ hand and kissed it enthusiastically, jumping up all of the sudden, getting a surge of energy seemingly out of nowhere.

“Let’s go for a walk and when we return – it’s hammer time!” Sirius yelled out as he actually jumped up and down on the bed, causing Remus to cover his face with his hands.

“You’re so embarrassing….” Remus laughed, the sound muffled by his hands.

“I’m hardly ever embarrassed, I’m a shameless dog, remember?” Sirius reminded him.

“Yeah, that’s the problem…”

“For fuck’s sake…” Remus grumbled as he ran after an energized Padfoot, almost losing the sight of him, the dog running around the park like a lunatic, jumping into every puddle and getting himself as dirty as possible.

There weren’t many parkgoers, as the rain has just barely stopped falling, but the few that were there gave them both a judging look. They scoffed at the way Padfoot was running around, unleashed, leaving a wet and muddy trail behind himself and they scoffed some more at his owner who could do nothing to stop him.

Remus just smiled apologetically, raising his hands up, knowing full well that there was nothing he could do to reel him in.

“Pads!” He yelled after him. “Pads, it’s enough we’re going back home.”

Padfoot ignored the calls, jumping knee-deep into a puddle, causing a splash, wagging his tail happily.

“Pads!” Remus barely managed to catch up with him, losing his breath in the process. “Let’s go home… and do the thing we said we were going to do.”

Padfoot’s ears shot up in interest, his head tilting as he looked back at Remus.

“Oh, so now I have your attention,” Remus shook his head in disbelief. He turned around just to check if they were alone and that there was no one to hear what he was about to say next. “As soon as sex is on the table, you’re listening.”

Padfoot barked out in confirmation, slowly stepping out of the puddle.

“Don’t you dare…” Remus raised his hands up but it was too late, he was already covered in mud when Padfoot started shaking off the extra mud and water out of his shaggy fur. “You’re so going to pay for this…”

Padfoot looked up at him almost innocently, but Remus knew better what was behind those eyes.

The walk back home was quick as was the climb up the stairs in Remus’ building and if they’ve left some extra mud in front of Petunia’s apartment, that was purely intentional.

Once they were inside of the flat, they went straight to the bathroom, Remus taking his clothes off in the process.

“We have to wash you first,” he looked at Padfoot, covered in mud. “I’m not fucking a dirty dog.”

Padfoot whined out, not really a fan of baths, yet still went into the shower, his tail between his legs.

A moment later, Remus joined him, turning the water on and grabbing the shampoo from the shelf.

“We’re going to get you nice and clean,” he said as he took down the showerhead, letting a gentle stream of water down Padfoot’s back. The dog shuddered, not liking it one bit, but prepared to endure it for what was about to come later.

“There you go, it’s not that bad,” Remus smiled as he watched the dirt being washed off of Padfoot’s coarse fur.

He kneeled beside him, starting to rub the shampoo into his body as he hung the showerhead back onto the stand, the water drizzling over the both of them.

“Going to get you nice and clean,” he talked through it as he massaged Padfoot’s skin, rubbing the shampoo in gently.

Padfoot grunted, closing his eyes, quite enjoying the treatment he was getting. His leg started shaking once Remus hit the good spot behind his ear.

“You’re such a good boy, Pads,” Remus praised him, his hands working diligently at getting him clean. “So good for me.” He felt his own cock twitch, his mind flying to what was about to come.

As Padfoot shuffled just a bit, turning around so he could clean him better, Remus noticed the dog wasn’t immune to Remus’ touches, his pink cock getting quite chubby down there.

“We need to clean every part of you, Pads,” Remus said as he squeezed some more shampoo out, his hand reaching down to Padfoot’s cock.

Padfoot whined out at the contact, putting one of his front legs on Remus, making it easier to reach this way.

“Yeah… we have to wash this place,” Remus panted, now fully working on getting Padfoot off.

He watched the cock grow bigger and harder, practically surging under his touch. Remus felt his knees hurting, irritated by the cold and hard bathtub, but it was all worth it. He jerked his hand up and down, his fingers squeezing around the throbbing member, as Padfoot panted loudly next to him, his eyes closed shut, tongue hanging from his mouth.

“Are you coming for me, babe?” Remus asked, knowing better than anyone when Padfoot was close to coming.

The dog whimpered as he squirted his hot cum all over Remus’ hand and the tiles, some of it even ending up on Remus’ thighs. The water from the shower washed it all off quickly, Remus taking it into his hands once again to rinse the extra foam off of Padfoot.

Once he put the shower head back, he looked at Padfoot poignantly.

“So, how should we do this?” He raised his eyebrows, thinking of the logistics. The shower was cramped but with Padfoot drenched like this, it was the only place they could do it, without getting the rest of the flat wet.

Remus sat back on his heels, taking his, now fully erect, cock into his hand. Padfoot stood up, raising his tail up and Remus noticed the tight ring of muscle was still too tight to be breached without preparation. He reached over for the shampoo again and coated his hands with it.

“Guess we need to clean this place too,” he announced as he pushed a finger in, Padfoot bucking his hips under the sudden intrusion.

Remus bit his lip as he felt his finger sink deeper into Padfoot. It was no different than fingering Sirius, yet somehow it was a new and unexplored sensation. His finger was inside of a dog and another one joined it soon.

“I fucked you two hours ago, how can you still be so tight?”

Padfoot turned his head as if he disagreed with the statement.

“Ok, I fucked Sirius, but there shouldn’t be a difference.”

Padfoot was tight, tighter than Sirius ever was and Remus started wondering if he was going to be able to fit inside. Luckily for him, Padfoot’s hole seemed to be quite stretchy, sucking in a third finger greedily.

Remus smiled, sighing out in relief as Padfoot got wider by second. He curled his fingers in search of his prostate and judging by the arch of the dog’s back and a howling sound he made, it was more than obvious he has found it.

“Good boy!” Remus chuckled, repeating the motion, his fingers probing into Padfoot’s sweet spot once again.

Padfoot raised his arse up as much as he could, tail high up in the air, offering himself up for the taking. Remus decided to take the invite and pulled his fingers out of him abruptly, causing Padfoot to whine out at the sudden loss.

“Fuck, what a sight!” Remus could swear he didn’t say this out loud, watching Padfoot’s hole stretch around nothing, gapingly empty.

He took his cock into one hand, using the other to pull Padfoot closer, positioning him right where he wanted him, nudging the tip of his cock against the entrance. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into Padfoot’s hole, until he was buried to the hilt, his skin connecting with the dog’s fur, his bushy tail brushing against Remus’ stomach.

“Oh, God!” Remus whined out, overwhelmed by the heat surrounding him. Padfoot’s body temperature seemed to be higher than Sirius’ and he just wasn’t prepared for it, the hole being warmer than what he was used to. He took a moment to adjust himself before he started moving his hips, slowly sliding out of Padfoot, leaving just the tip in, before he slammed himself back in.

Padfoot was relaxed, letting Remus do what he wanted with him, controlling the pace. Remus used both of his hands to grab onto Padfoot’s sides, his fingers grabbing onto the wet fur, moving Padfoot the way he wanted him to move, fucking him on his hard cock.

“Oh, fuck, I didn’t know this was going to be so good…” Remus whined out, looking down as his cock disappeared inside of Padfoot, just to emerge back out, wet and slick. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the way Padfoot tightened up around him, so he tried putting all of his energy in trying to delay his inevitable orgasm.

It was all futile, his mind just wouldn’t listen to him and didn’t want to go to other places, thinking about other things, focused only on Padfoot and the way he felt around him.

“Ugh, babe, I have to come,” Remus cried out, leaning over Padfoot, thrusting into him even harder, squeezing his eyes shut.

Padfoot grunted out, tightening up around Remus even more, causing him to spill right then and there.

He released his cum, coating Padfoot’s insides with it, filling him up to the brim. He felt his cock twitch inside of Padfoot’s tight hole, before he was finally spent and pulled himself out slowly. He sat back onto the shower floor, looking at the way his cum dripped out of Padfoot’s abused hole.

“Oh, wow,” he reached his hand out, digging a finger into it, pushing the cum back in.

Padfoot wiggled his arse up in the air, encouraging Remus to dig right in. Without giving it a second thought, Remus licked over Padfoot’s hole, collecting the dripping cum from it. Just as he thought that he had licked it all off, another drop of white liquid peeked out of Padfoot’s hole and Remus leaned back in to lap it up as well. Before he knew it, he was sucking the rest of it out of Padfoot, like he was hungry for it. The taste was bitter, sperm and shampoo mixed together, but Remus didn’t mind it, as he was adamant to get Padfoot clean.

He dug a finger inside once again, urging the rest of the semen out, so he could collect it diligently. Once there was nothing left, he nuzzled his nose against it, kissing the sensitive, fucked out hole and chuckling at himself. If someone had told him he was going to find pleasure in licking a dog’s arse clean, he would have called them crazy. But this was his Padfoot and there wasn’t a part of his body Remus was repulsed of.

“I wish we’d done it sooner,” Remus laughed, patting along Padfoot’s back.

Just then, Padfoot shook off the extra water from his fur, ruining the moment and causing Remus to curse him out.

“Fuck, Pads!” He grunted out in annoyance.

All of the sudden, Padfoot turned around and licked Remus’ face in an attempt to make him less angry.

“Ugh, what am I going to do with you?” Remus shook his head in disbelief. Well, there was only one thing he could do…

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Remus woke up to a familiar feeling of fur on his skin, digging his nose into the soothing feeling of that coarse coat, nuzzling his face into Padfoot. They had a wild night behind them, Remus finally overcoming his fear of fucking Padfoot, so after they’ve done it in the shower, they repeated the deed three more times, disregarding the fact that they’ve had a wet dog on their hands and proceeded christening all the rooms of Remus’ small flat with this newly discovered activity.

“Good morning,” he murmured with a fucked-out voice, knowing too well he won’t get an answer from Padfoot. All he could get was a whine or a grunt, as his boyfriend seemed to be too lazy to turn back into his human form.

Remus tapped him once, urging him to move from where he was plastered over him, his giant paw pinning Remus into the mattress, making it difficult for him to sit up.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe, eggs and bacon or pancakes?” He asked while he stretched himself out, yawning.

Padfoot raised his head up, making a weird wiggling motion with his ears. Remus has noticed he did that each time when he was trying to turn back into Sirius. Only this time, he did the wiggling but didn’t turn.

“Babe?”

Padfoot wiggled his ears again, shaking his whole head in the process, but nothing has changed. He was still a huge black dog, sitting in the middle Remus’ bed.

“Sirius?” Remus called out his name, urging him on to change back to his human boyfriend. “It’s not funny, ok?”

Although he enjoyed his fun times with Padfoot immensely, nothing compared to spending time with Sirius, eating breakfast together, wrapped up in domestic bliss. Padfoot was a riot, but Sirius was Sirius, the real deal, the one Remus wanted to spend the rest of his days with. His ability to turn into a dog at will was only a bonus, but he couldn’t imagine having him in this state permanently.

“Sirius, you’re scaring me.”

Apparently, Remus was not the only one who was freaking out, as Padfoot jumped off the bed and started pacing around the room nervously, making upset growling sounds, as if arguing with himself.

“Babe, are you not able to change back?”

Padfoot looked at him in horror, confirming his doubts. Apparently, he was back at the state of being stuck in his animal body, just like back when Remus had first met him.

“Fuck, do you know why this happens?”

Padfoot howled something out, not helping Remus much as it was not really an answer, at least not a coherent one.

Remus did the only thing he relied upon in that moment, as he reached out for his phone.

“Let me guess, there’s a problem only I can solve,” Regulus didn’t even bother greeting him as he picked the phone up.

“Well, yeah… How did you know?” Remus was surprised.

“Tsk,” Regulus rolled his eyes, but Remus wasn’t able to see it.

Padfoot all but climbed into Remus’ lap, trying to listen in on the conversation, so he decided to put it on speaker.

“He can’t turn back.” Remus explains. “Again.”

Padfoot whined out in the background, confirming Remus’ words.

“What do you mean, he can’t turn back?”

“He’s Padfoot and can’t go back to Sirius. He’s doing that weird thing with his ears over and over, but nothing happens.”

Remus was sure Padfoot shot him a  judgy glance at that moment, upon hearing about Remus call it ‘weird thing with his ears’.

“Are you sure he wants to turn back? He can be a little bitch about it sometimes and purposely refuses to go back. Did you have a fight or something?”

Padfoot barked out, loudly disagreeing with what his brother has said about him.

“No, no…” Remus shook his head, reaching over to Padfoot, tapping his head, trying to calm him down. “We’ve been getting along just great. Especially great, last night…” Remus said shyly, images from their last nights’ tryst still fresh in his mind.

“Did you do something different?”

“Um, well…” Remus could feel his cheeks reddening. He looked at Padfoot, as if asking for permission to overshare with his brother. Usually, Sirius was the unfiltered one, oversharing with James and Regulus, spilling every detail of their sex-lives to them. Remus always considered himself to be the more demure one, but then he remembered Regulus has already seen him in various compromising positions, in the middle of being screwed by his brother. The limits, if they ever even existed, were crossed a long time ago.

“We did switch it out a bit. From what we normally do.”

“Ugh, I’m going to regret asking this,” Regulus huffs out into the phone. “What exactly did you do.”

“Well… I… I fucked him. I mean, I was the one doing the… the topping.”

“And by him, you mean…”

“Padfoot.”

There was silence on the other side of the line, Regulus obviously processing this information. Suddenly, he spoke out, trying to sound as unbothered as possible.

“Ok, just do what you did the first time and everything should go back to normal.”

“The first time?”

“Yes, Remus, the first time.” Regulus growled out, sounding more like Padfoot than himself. “Ok, I can’t believe I’m saying this. Just let my brother fuck you, take his knot, endure it for a while and it should go back to normal.” He spoke as fast as he could, reciting it all in one breath. Remus figured he had to be somewhere by himself, because if anyone was to hear what just came out of Regulus’ mouth… that would have been a disaster.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck, Remus!” Regulus sighs. “I’m giving you my best guess here, try it, and if it doesn’t work out, we’ll go on and think of something else, ok?” He was really to get through this conversation as quickly as possible.

“Ok…” Remus agreed, looking at Padfoot.

“Ok, call me… later, I mean, yeah, with the results,” Regulus murmured. “I have to go now, I have a surgery to assist to.”

“Oh, they’re letting you do that?”

“Yes, Remus, they’re letting me do that. God, I swear you’re starting to turn into my brother… Maybe you’re spending too much time together.”

Remus chuckled, finding this not to be an insult, as Regulus has meant it, but more of a compliment.

“Yeah, I wish your brother would turn into your brother…” he said wistfully.

“Mhm… well, for that to happen, you have to go there and do your… thing.” Regulus murmured out awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Remus sighed, locking eyes with Padfoot.

Padfoot laid down on the bed, rolling onto his back, all four paws high up in the air.

Remus frowned.

“So, you’re having me do all the work here, huh, Pads?”

Padfoot yipped out, wiggling his hips. Remus couldn’t ignore the way his cock was already half-way out, ready for action. He looked at the red thing peeking out of its prepuce, remembering the fist time he saw it. He was mesmerized by it back then, wondering how it would feel under his touch and no matter how much his inner voice was telling him not to reach out for it, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

He's glad that he couldn’t, because if his common sense had prevailed back then, he never would have met Sirius.

“Let me touch you, love, let’s give it our best,” Remus sighed, reaching his hand out.

Padfoot’s grey eyes were fixed on him, watching as he hovered over him.

Remus grabbed around the familiar head of Padfoot’s bulging cock, the thing twitching in anticipation the moment it felt Remus’ palm circle around it.

“You’re never not in the mood, huh… you sly dog,” Remus chuckled, leaning closer into him.

Padfoot tried licking his face, but Remus was still too far away for that.

“Ok, ok, kiss me,” Remus leaned in for a kiss, or in this case – a wet lick over his face. He opened his mouth out and let Padfoot’s tongue in, circling it with his own.

He accused Padfoot of never not being in the mood, yet he himself twitched in his pyjama bottoms the moment the action started. He rearranged himself with his free hand, the other working on pumping Padfoot diligently.

There was no time for dragging it out, having to forget about foreplay, as they needed to have their theory tested as soon as possible and get on with the main deed.

“I’ll just…” Remus announced as he unlatched from Padfoot, both his tongue and his hand. He proceeded to take his bottoms off. Considering he was not the one on the receiving end of things last night, he had to work quickly on getting himself open, reaching out to the nightstand for lube.

If the situation was different, he’d let Padfoot work him open slowly with his tongue and saliva, dragging it out as much as possible, but they were not doing this out of pleasure right now, but out of emergency.

“Fuck…” Remus scowled, his two fingers feeling like a lot right now. He scissored them quickly, trying to stretch his hole as far as possible, making room for Padfoot.

The dog was already waiting for a signal, ready to pounce on Remus in any moment.

“Just a moment, babe…” Remus sighed out, not feeling quite ready.

If that leaking red thing was to enter him right now, it would probably hurt like hell. He fixed his gaze on it, the droplets of precum ending up on the bedding, almost begging to be licked off. If only Remus had enough time to do that, he’d lap it all up at once and none of it would have soiled the sheets.

He added a third finger, leaning forwards on the bed. The position was quite uncomfortable, yet he had to endure it, knowing it was only going to get worse from here, especially once Padfoot popped his knot inside of him and having to go through the excruciating waiting time, while they had to speculate if everything was going to turn back to normal.

Sirius has probably felt just like this the first time they’ve done it, enduring this agony by himself, unable to share it with Remus.

“I think it’s ok, you can try—” Remus started, but before he could finish, Padfoot was already on him, his paws pushing him down into the mattress, digging into his back.

Remus’ ass was perched up in the air, his hole twitching before it was met with something hot and slippery.

“Ah…” Remus closed his eyes as he felt his walls being breached. He grabbed onto the sheets tightly.

Padfoot panted above him, doing his best to get it in right away.

Unlike during their first time, Padfoot was much more versed in hitting the target lately, penetrating Remus on his first try. Before he knew it, he was in, buried deep inside of him, his cock filling out Remus almost completely.

“Oh, God!” Remus dug his head into the pillow, feeling the sudden urge to bite into it. His own was heavily strained in between his stomach and the mattress, but getting his pleasure was not a priority right now, so he just decided to let it be there, neglected and dripping wet.

Padfoot started moving, his hips bucking, pushing in and out of Remus like his life depended on it – and somehow it almost did this time. With each buck of his hips, his cock ended up deeper inside of him, until it had reached its limit, Padfoot’s bulge locking in safely.

“Fuck, you’re bigger than usual…” Remus noted, finding breathing difficult.

Padfoot grunted out, still shaking his hips, trying to get as much friction as possible, even though his cock was safely locked inside.

Remus felt his harsh paws digging deeper into his skin, the both of them emitting sounds of desperation, showing just how much they wanted this to work out.

Soon enough, Remus felt his insides being coated in Padfoot’s seed, hot waves coming one after another, until Padfoot slumped over his back, exhausted. He was heavy, but Remus didn’t mind it, he’d endure anything if it meant the end result was getting his Sirius back.

“Ugh, and now we wait…” he muffled out into the pillow.

“Yeah, now we wait.” A voice said into his ear, causing Remus to flinch.

“Wait, what?!” He started scrambling, trying to turn his head and see it for himself.

“Oh, yeah… it worked, I’m back,” Sirius chuckled above him, kissing Remus’ neck. “Well, mostly…”

Remus remembered what happened in situations when they were locked in like this, Sirius’ cock still having a knot.

“Oh, babe, I’m so relieved.” Remus sighed out, regretting not being able to kiss Sirius right now.

“The old hag probably messed with the spell again…” Sirius huffed out in annoyance.

“Old hag?” Remus asked in confusion.

“My mother.”

“Oh…” Remus realized Sirius still didn’t have his main problem solved, namely the witch that was his mother, trying to ruin his life. He tried turning to Sirius, wanting to see his face.

“Wait, let me help you,” Sirius leaned away, trying to arrange Remus turning around while still being inside of him.

“Ugh, this is difficult…” Remus whined out.

“Your legs are abnormally long, babe,” Sirius laughed.

“They’re not!” Remus whined out, offended.

It was a challenge, spinning Remus for 180 degrees, Sirius still buried in all the way to the hilt.

“It’s like opening a bottle of wine using a corkscrew.” Sirius laughed.

“Ugh, will you just shut up,” Remus panted out.

Once he somehow did manage to end up on his back, his legs spread out with Sirius between them, he punched his chest once playfully.

“Ow, what was that for?” Sirius frowned.

“For comparing me to a cork!” Remus couldn’t feign anger much longer, his lips turning up into a smile. He was glad everything has turned out just fine.

“Oh, but I love screwing my little cork,” Sirius leaned down, planting a quick peck on his lips.

“I hate you,” Remus said while looking at him adoringly.

“I know…” Sirius snorted. “Oh… we almost forgot about this.” He said as he finally noticed Remus cock, strained against his belly, looking ready to burst.

He wrapped his fingers around it, causing Remus to throw his head back in pleasure.

“Sirius…” He called his name out, hands reaching out to grab him, wanting to pull him in as close as possible.

“I’m right here, love, not going anywhere…”

“I was so scared when you couldn’t turn back,” Remus admitted.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Do you think she knows you managed to break the spell twice now?”

Sirius seemed to be pondering on it. His hand still pumped Remus eagerly, despite of it.

“I don’t know… but you’re the one who’s broken the spell, baby.” He said proudly, before continuing. “If everything goes according to plan, she’ll be dealt with soon enough.” Sirius grunted. “But can we not talk about my mother while we’re doing this…” He stopped pumping for a moment, squeezing his hand around Remus’ cock, just to make a point.

“Ah!” Remus twitched in response.

“Right now, I’m going to finish you off,” he smiled slyly, his hand resuming the pace once again. “And then we’re going to wait for my knot to deflate, clean you up and have some eggs, bacon and pancakes. With Nutella.”

Although being close to coming, Remus managed to give him a stern look.

“What… I’m fucking exhausted, I’m hungry!” Sirius whined out.

“Ugh, I guess you’re right… we might as well have… it all.” Remus whined out, sensing his orgasm approaching.

“Yeah, but I’ll start with a delicious protein shake,” Sirius licked his lips, his thumb digging into Remus’ slit, causing his cock to shoot out its load, twitching under his touch and coating his hand in white.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable…” Remus breathed out, his whole body shaking as he was getting down from his peak.

“Yep, I am,” Sirius said proudly, raising his hand up to lick it clean. “Quite insatiable.”

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James and Regulus came to them with the idea of spending the day at the seaside, somewhere faraway from the city, as they were all in a desperate need of a vacation. So, on this particular Saturday morning, they packed all the things they needed for a picnic and hit it off to the beach. The ride over there was quite traumatic, for Remus at least, as Padfoot and Snuffles seemed to be fighting for his attention in the backseat. Snuffles kept on climbing into his lap, while Padfoot grumbled jealously, too big to do the same, having to satisfy himself with being patted by Remus, leaning his head onto his shoulder.

“Everything under control back there?” James positioned the rear-view mirror, trying to see them better.

“It’s… well, challenging with these two,” Remus huffed out just as he was having his face licked by Snuffles.

“Lupin, you’re quite a dog magnet aren’t you?” Regulus chuckled, turning around to see his brother desperately trying to put his head into his boyfriend’s lap, currently occupied by Snuffles.

“Snuffles is full of energy, how are you guys managing him?”

“Oh, one word from Regulus and he’s behaving,” James tilted his head, eyes turning back to the road.

“Really?” Remus raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Can you ask him to calm down a bit right now? He’s driving your brother crazy.”

Just as he said that, Snuffles turned his attention from Remus and started chewing on Padfoot’s ear.

“No,” Regulus shook his head in amusement. “He’s just a kid, he should be able to play as he wishes.”

Padfoot grumbled out in disagreement.

“We’re no more than twenty minutes away from our destination, just endure it a little bit longer,” James was trying console them.

Once they were at the beach, Padfoot ran out of the car, happy to leave Snuffles behind, the puppy trying to catch on to him.

“Do you like it?” James asked Remus.

“It’s beautiful,” Remus said in awe of the sandy beach, amazed how they were the only people there. He expected it to be busy, since it was a weekend and the weather was nice. “I didn’t even know this place existed.”

“That’s because it’s a private beach, it’s not accessible to public,” James explained.

Remus looked around, taking everything in.

“It’s theirs?” He looked at Regulus who was now being circled by a running Padfoot, Snuffles right on his heels.

“Yep,” James nodded, seeing the concern on Remus’ face. “I know it scares you… Everything around him,” he sighed. “But I swear, things are about to get better.”

“There’s been a lot to process lately,” Remus shook his head in disbelief.

“I feel you, man,” James tapped his back, trying to console him. “He really loves you, you know?”

“I know,” Remus sighed, almost desperately. “I love him too.”

Remus laid on the blanket, sprawled out like a starfish, while Regulus and James announced they are about to take a walk up to the cliffs with Snuffles, leaving him and Padfoot alone. Remus wondered if he was going to turn into Sirius, but he obviously enjoyed running around the beach too much to do that. He returned back to Remus all wet from the sea, shaking himself off right on the blanket and getting Remus wet.

“What are you doing?!” Remus whined out. “Now I’m wet!” He looked at his sweater and trousers.

Padfoot arched his back, leaning on his front feet. It was as if he was teasing Remus.

“What do you want, huh?” He nudged Padfoot’s wet snout.

Padfoot barked out twice, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Remus took a sip of his beer. He offered it to Padfoot.

“You want some beer? Are you even allowed to have some in this form?”

Padfoot nodded, coming closer to the bottle, licking its neck.

“Well, this is going to be difficult,” Remus tried angling the bottle, but it started spilling out of Padfoot’s mouth.

He thought about it for a moment and had another idea.

“Let’s try it like this,” he said and took a gulp of it himself, not swallowing the beer. He leaned over to Padfoot and transferred the alcohol to Padfoot’s mouth. Once he was done, Padfoot threw himself onto him, licking the remnants out of his mouth.

He soon started licking all over Remus’ face and neck, hovering above him.

“Babe, calm down,” Remus laughed at how quickly Padfoot was in the mood for something more.

He looked around them, as James said, it was a private beach, so there was no fear of anyone running into them. By now, James and Regulus were used to scenes such as this one, so if they were to return from their walk and not find them in a compromising position, now that would have been just weird.

He gently pushed Padfoot away, so he was able to sit up and take his jumper off. It was a breezy day at the beach, but he didn’t feel cold at all. His trousers soon followed, as well as his underwear – Remus was left in nothing but his socks, his legs spread out on the blanket in the middle of the beach.

Padfoot closed in on him, his fur still wet and tangled from the sea, but he didn’t mind it.

“I want to feel you,” Remus reached his hand under Padfoot’s body, searching for his cock.

All it needed was a gentle touch and the thing was already out, bulging up in his hand, all sensitive and sticky.

“My good boy, getting big for me,” Remus chuckled feeling it grow in his palm. He started tugging on it with one hand, the other wrapping itself around his own cock.

He worked both of their cocks, their breathing getting louder, both of them panting. The angle was a bit of a struggle and Padfoot noticed it, so he tried helping him out by coming closer, almost climbing into his lap. As he failed to do so, his paw tugging onto Remus’ thigh, Remus tried doing his best to accommodate him.

“Are you my big baby? You want to sit in my lap?” He asked him teasingly.

Padfoot whined out and tried wiggling his way into Remus’ lap once again. Remus kept on working on their cocks relentlessly.

“Come here, baby,” he teased him as he finally managed to fit in.

Padfoot’s whole body was practically plastered to Remus, his wet fur sticking to his skin. This new position made it possible for their cocks to touch, making it easier for Remus to stroke them at the same time.

“Fuck yeah…” Remus whined out, enjoying the feeling of the big canine cock next to his, their precum mixing together, making the slide easier.

Padfoot panted over Remus’ neck, slobbering all over him, his tongue licking everything it could reach.

Remus tilted his head and offered his own tongue up, Padfoot taking the opportunity gladly, licking into Remus hungrily. Remus’ mouth was full of Padfoot’s big tongue, his own sucking it in greedily. Saliva dripped along Remus’ neck, but it couldn’t be said with certainty whose it really was, as everything was mixed together.

As Remus’ hand gave a particularly harsh squeeze around their cocks, Padfoot whined out desperately. Remus unlatched his face from him.

“Are you there, baby?” He asked, panting, because he certainly was. “I want us to do it at the same time…”

Padfoot bucked his hips up, signalling he was ready.  

Remus’ hand made a few more strokes before they both spilled themselves at the same moment, their seed mixing together lewdly.

“Ah!” Remus threw his head back as he reached his peak, Padfoot following suit by howling out.

Unlike him, Padfoot didn’t seem to be finished yet, he was just getting started. He jumped off of Remus lap, standing on all fours and nudging him with his nose.

“What do you want, Pads?” Remus sighed, barely catching his breath, feeling spent.

Padfoot buried his nose under Remus, looking for his hole.

“You’re so greedy, what will I do with you?” Remus whined out but did everything he could to get ready for the next round.

He looked at the thick white liquid on his hands, their semen mixed together and spread it across his hole, using it instead of lube. He started with two fingers, before a third one joined in, stretching himself so he would be able to fit his boyfriend’s enormously large dog-cock. Padfoot watched on, his cock already at its previous size, bobbing up and down, throbbing in pain from the inability to probe into Remus’ tightness right now.

“You like watching?” Remus teased the dog, spreading his legs wider and offering him a nice view as he worked himself open.

Padfoot growled out in anticipation.

“This is all yours, baby, come and claim it,” Remus tilted his head, inviting him in, as his fingers left his hole, leaving it gaping and hungry, now twitching around nothing.

Padfoot didn’t need to be told twice, as he pounced on Remus at once, his cock finding the desired target right away.

“Wow, you’re getting better at this, huh?” Remus laughed out, remembering how far they’ve gotten from the first time, when Padfoot couldn’t aim right. Now, with the constant practice, he managed to get in at once.

He wagged his tail victoriously, pushing Remus down and burying himself inside of him to the hilt.

“Fuck, baby…” Remus wailed out, his hands wrapping themselves around Padfoot, pulling him in.

Padfoot worked in an inhuman speed, thrusting his cock in and out of Remus repeatedly.

His cock grew thicker and longer with each of the thrusts, finally getting to the point where it knotted inside of Remus, locking their bodies together like so many times before.

“Oh, yeah, fill me up…” Remus begged as he was stuffed with Padfoot’s huge cock, unable to go anywhere until the knot wore off. And it was just getting started, Padfoot’s second release – thick white streams flowing into Remus, painting his insides white.

Padfoot yelped out from the strain, as the flow just seemed endless.

“Where does all this stuff come from?” Remus chuckled in awe of the amounts of semen that flowed into him. It wasn’t a complaint, but an observation.

A few minutes later, when it finally ended, Padfoot threw himself onto Remus, both of them exhausted. All they had to do was wait for the knot to deflate and they would be able to disconnect from each other. Not that they minded being this close. The only problem was the realization that James and Regulus were about to return and catch them like this.

Not that it would be the first time, but they were not in the mood for Regulus’ snarky remarks.

Snuffles was the first one to find them, running around and making attempts to bark at them.

“We leave you guys for one hour and of course…” Regulus rolled his eyes. “What are you – rabbits?” He took a towel he found in the boot of the car and threw it over them in disgust. “Some decency, please…”

Remus was thankful he was underneath Padfoot and could just bury his face and hide in his fur.

“Honestly, hun, we knew this was going to happen,” James smiled awkwardly. “I thought that’s why we left them alone in the first place.”

“What?” Regulus made a grimace. “No, I wanted to see the cliffs…”

Snuffles kept on circling them, yipping nervously.

“What has gotten into him?” James asked, picking up an exhausted Snuffles.

“I think he’s obsessed with Lupin,” Regulus said under his breath.

“All our dogs seem to be…” James sighed out desperately, reaching over to the cooler for a well-deserved beer.

“Yes… like one wasn’t enough, now there’s two of them…” Regulus sighed.

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“Ugh, my back hurts,” Remus huffed out as he hunched over slowly, putting a pot away to the lowest shelf after washing the dishes.

“What from?” Sirius asked nonchalantly from the couch where he was sprawled out reading today’s newspaper.

“What from?!” Remus squeaked out, straightening up with a painful yelp. “I’ve just spent an hour this morning bent over this couch while we waited for your knot to deflate.”

“Oh… that!” Sirius smirked proudly, remembering the whole ordeal.

“Oh, that!” Remus repeated mockingly. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m a pretzel or a human being the way I have to twist and turn just to accommodate you and then spend hours in an uncomfortable position while you lounge away without a worry.”

“Oh, babe, don’t get mad,” Sirius pursed his lips, putting the paper away. “You know I’d do the same if I could.”

Remus sighed, watching him carefully.

“Well, it’s not that you can’t…” he shrugged, finally closing the kitchen cabinet and started walking towards the couch.

“What do you mean?” Sirius looked at him in confusion.

“I can try staying in you for a while…” Remus suggested timidly, causing Sirius to raise his eyebrows in interest.

“What… like keeping it warm?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Hm…” Sirius pondered for a moment. “Should I turn for this?”

“If you wish…” Remus shrugged. At this point there was no difference if he was doing it with Sirius or Padfoot, one of them was just a but furrier and couldn’t control the amounts of saliva he produced.

“I think I’d like to be a dog for this,” Sirius finally concluded before quickly turning into a big black dog, looking at Remus deviously.

“Wow, always so quick, I planned on mopping the kitchen first,” Remus laughed.

Padfoot tilted his head, making a low growling sound.

“Ok, ok… I won’t keep you waiting.” Remus chuckled, quickly working on unzipping his trousers and sitting down onto the couch.

He lowered them just enough to take his cock out and leaned back into the cushions, spreading his legs, making space for Padfoot to nestle in between them.

“Come here, babe…” he motioned over to the dog who quickly turned around almost knocking the vase over from wagging his tail in excitement.

Remus figured it would be challenging, doing it in this position, as he had to work Padfoot open first before he could fit inside of him. He pulled him over and positioned his hind legs over the couch, while the forelegs stayed on the ground. It was probably a bit uncomfortable for Padfoot, but that was the whole point of this experience.

The tail was definitely in the way as it kept wagging, hitting Remus’ face a few times.

“Pads, calm down…” he begged, trying to move the damn thing out of his face so he could get better access to Padfoot’s hole.

Once he managed to get it out of the way, he revealed a tight, twitching hole, waiting for him eagerly.

“I need some lube,” Remus leaned forward, pushing two fingers into Padfoot’s mouth and wetting them up. “Thanks, babe!”

Padfoot whined out, his hole puckering up in anticipation.

Remus pushed the fingers right in, the slide made easier thanks to Padfoot’s saliva. The closed-up ring of muscle offered some resistance at first, but Remus was somewhat an expert in stretching it out quickly, as he scissored his fingers, watching as the tight space widened under his touch.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he huffed out, blowing air inside Padfoot’s opening, causing him to squirm.

He started moving frantically, in and out of him, as he glanced over to his own fattened up cock, leaking precum already and waiting to be put in where it belonged.

Remus thrust his hips up experimentally, adjusting himself, as he pulled his fingers out, extorting a desperate yelp from his partner.

“Be a good boy and sit on my cock, Pads.”

Remus put his hands on both sides of Padfoot, pulling him closer. The dog went backwards, wiggling his hips as he lowered his bottom, hovering over Remus’ cock.

“That’s right, sit.” Remus licked his lips as he watched the twitching hole approach his throbbing member, the tip already caught on it.

Padfoot did his best to adjust himself, but it was Remus who did the final push and made them connect successfully.

“Fuck yeah, sit on me,” he whined out as he felt his cock sink into the warm hole. “Good boy, Pads.” He said as he thrust his hips up, burying himself up to the hilt.

Once he was nestled inside of Padfoot, surrounded by his warmth, Remus grabbed the discarded newspaper from the couch and started flipping through the pages. Not that he actually read it, he just tried occupying his mind with something, trying not to think about how he’d like to fuck Padfoot’s brains out right now.

Instead, he remained still, his cock twitching occasionally inside of him.

“Steady…” he warned Padfoot, as he started squirming, trying to reposition himself.

Padfoot backed up, arching his back, obviously uneasy in this position.

“Are you comfortable, babe?” Remus asked teasingly, caressing the fur on his back where it was arching.

Padfoot answered in a painful whine.

“Good, that’s the whole point of it.” Remus chuckled teasingly, contracting his PC muscles just a bit, so his cock would make a small movement inside of Padfoot.

Padfoot lowered his head and yelped out.

“Shh, it’s ok, you’re a good boy, Pads,” Remus keened as he ruffled his fur. “Come on, I’ll read you an article so you can take your mind off of how bad you need to be fucked right now.” Remus suggested, not sure if he was talking about Padfoot or himself.

He flipped through the pages.

“What do you want… Sports… Gossip… Oh…” Remus stopped in the middle of it, seeing a familiar face looking at him from the pages.

It was an older photo, probably one from the school yearbook, judging by the blazer he was wearing but the mischievous smirk and piercing grey eyes were just the same.

One-year anniversary of the disappearance of Sirius Black. Young heir still missing.

Remus didn’t comment on it. He scanned the pages real quick and noticed a picture of a middle-aged woman with a stern face, dressed in black.

Walburga Black

The mother of two lost her husband in a boating accident three years ago, doesn’t give up hope from finding her firstborn son.

Remus made a grimace. Judging by what he’s been told by Sirius and Regulus, she knew very well what happened to her son, for she was the one responsible for it.

Remus threw the newspaper away. He wondered if Sirius has seen the article already. Even of he did, he decided to say nothing about it. Remus wished Sirius didn’t feel the need to suffer in silence so much, trying to keep Remus out of the troublesome things from his past.

He leaned over and reached for him, grabbing Padfoot’s body tightly.

“I love you so much, I hope you know that!” He said as he nuzzled his face into the fur of Padfoot’s back.

Padfoot whined out in response, twitching around Remus, tightening himself up.

Remus knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep this going much longer, despite his best efforts.

“Fuck it…” he sighed out as he thrust his hip up, deciding to stop the standstill and bring this to completion.

He reached over for Padfoot’s cock, wrapping his hand around the sheathed out, leaking member, just waiting to be played with. He gave it a few tugs and Padfoot pushed his hips back, urging Remus to start moving.

Remus steadied his one hand on Padfoot’s hip, the other jerking him off, while he pushed his own hips up and down, fucking Padfoot’s ass where he was sitting in his lap.

It was going to end any minute now, Remus was very well aware of it, not being able to hold it in much longer. He bucked his hips up more and more and all of the sudden, they both ended up on the floor, Remus hovering over Padfoot, almost mounting him.

He found this reverse of positions funny, as he was fucking the dog in doggystyle, Padfoot sprawled out on the floor, with only his bottom raised up.

A few more pumps and Padfoot was spilling all over the carpet, white streaks of semen leaving a permanent trace.

Remus didn’t mind it, as he closed his eyes and prepared for his own release. He thrust once violently, making Padfoot release a desperate whine, before he started coating his tight insides with his hot semen.

“Oh, Pads, I want to fill you up to the brim,” he whined out, leaning over Padfoot’s back.

His cock twitched inside of Padfoot before it was utterly and completely spent, going back to its original state. Remus crawled over Padfoot and didn’t want to pull out of him just yet.

“You feel so nice and warm, Pads…” He whispered into his ear, burying his nose into Padfoot’s soft fur. He knew he didn’t have much to offer to him, but he knew he was going to do everything to protect him from his devious mother. As long as he was with Remus, nobody was to touch Sirius Black, especially not his mother.

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Before opening his eyes, Remus stretched his arms out to the right side of the bed, expecting to meet with either soft skin or coarse fur, in whichever way his boyfriend decided to present himself that morning. Only, when he was met with crumpled up bedsheets and a cold spot where his lover should be laying, he felt an uncomfortable sting in his chest. Ok, this shouldn’t mean anything.

He sat up in his bed, looking around the room and rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

“Sirius?!” He yelled out, climbing out of the bed and putting his robe on.

“Pads?!” He yelled as he peeked into the kitchen.

There was no answer, his flat being empty, no Sirius or Padfoot in sight. He checked the fridge for messages but there were none. It seemed as if he had evaporated.

An uncomfortable feeling crept all over his body, as he realized Sirius’ boots were gone as well. He knew too well that he shouldn’t be going out in his human form, where he could be discovered by his family any time.

Remus reached for his phone and called the only person who could help him. To be fair, he did call him a countless number of times when it wasn’t exactly necessary, but this was an emergency. Sirius was lost.

Ok, he probably wasn’t lost, as all things indicated he has walked out of Remus’ flat himself and it was not like he was kidnapped, but still… Sirius was nowhere to be found and in Remus’ eyes it was an emergency.

Regulus didn’t answer the phone and Remus started spiralling. Was it possible Sirius has left him and ordered his brother not to take his calls? He sat down on the couch, hyperventilating. It was good while it lasted, the two of them enjoying each other until one of them, Sirius, decided it was time to put an end of it. Remus thought he would always be glad for the time they’ve spent together, even if…

“Ugh, that lady on the second floor just won’t stop yapping, what a drag! Yap, yap, yap… fuck!” Sirius whined out as he walked in, wiping his forehead dramatically and shutting the door with a loud bang.

Remus looked up at him in confusion, jumping up from the couch and throwing himself into his arms.

“Ok… this is…” Sirius accepted the hug but was really baffled by the state in which Remus was. “Have you been crying?” He tilted his head, trying to catch a better look of Remus’ eyes.

“What… no… maybe a little… I mean… I thought you left.”

Sirius gently moved Remus aside so he could take his boots off.

“I took the trash out. That kebab we had last night was really stinking the place up,” Sirius scrunched his nose remembering how ordering four kebabs for the two of them was probably not the smartest of ideas despite seeming like one back then.

“Yeah, well, I—” Remus realized how he went and made an unnecessary scene, even to the point of calling Regulus.

“Listen, we already had this talk once, right?” Sirius grabbed his face between his hands and planted a wet kiss on his lips. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sirius…”

“I know you’ve been through some shit in the past, but past is the past for a reason,” Sirius said sincerely. “So, focus on the future, ‘cause it’s full of me. And I can think of another place that would love to be full of me as well.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Remus snorted, spitting all over Sirius’ face.

“Come on, let’s get back to the bed,” Sirius pulled on his arm and led him to the bedroom.

“Sirius…”

“What?! We didn’t fuck in like eight hours, I’m starting to get restless.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Remus chuckled, following him blindly.

Sirius threw himself onto the bed, looking at Remus seductively.

“You want to be on the top or—” Remus fumbled his words, not sure what exactly Sirius had in mind. “I mean… since you mentioned, khm—“

“You can be on top of me if you want, but I want to be inside if that’s ok?” Sirius was always the one to speak his mind freely.

Remus shrugged, not really having a preference in that moment. He watched as Sirius got rid of his clothes in a matter of seconds. His speed was both endearing and somehow terrifying.

“Come on, sit on me,” Sirius bounced up and down on the mattress, his cock already hard.

Remus removed his robe and approached the bed slowly. “Pull your knees together,” he ordered, so that he could straddle him better.

Sirius reached out his hand and did as he told him to. As Remus came closer, ready to sit onto his lap, he noticed how his dick twitched and that image drew out a chuckle from him. Remus was kneeling above him, his chest aligned with his face and Sirius couldn’t miss out on a chance like this. He took one nipple into his mouth, tending the other with his hand, kneading its hard tissue.

Remus let out a soft moan, pulling his face closer, enjoying she gentle sucking of the nub. His arms were around his shoulders, exploring the muscles of his back.

“Sit on it,” it sounded more like a plea than a demand.

“The lube…” Remus suddenly remembered.

“Spit on it,” Sirius chuckled, too lazy to look for some lube, despite the drawer being just there.

Remus bit his lower lip, looking down at Sirius’ hardness. Sure it was inside of him hours ago, but they would still need some help getting it in again.

He leaned over and did his best to gather up as much spit as he could. He spat out on Sirius’ cock, the stretchy liquid slowly dripping all over it. Sirius groaned out at the sight of it.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” he murmured out, using his hand to spread it out evenly.

Remus took it into his hand, spreading the saliva himself, causing a whimper out of Sirius as he felt the hotness of his palm around his cock.

He lowered his hips, slowly aligning Sirius’ cock with his hole.

He grunted as he felt it slip into him with almost no resistance, widening him instantly. Remus wasn’t sure if he’ll have enough energy to move up and down in a steady pace, yet Sirius was more than glad to offer his help. He tightened his grip around his hips and pulled him up, just to yank him back down onto his erection seconds later. Remus’ hands were placed on his shoulders, helping him keep the balance.

As Sirius looked up, he could see how much pleasure he was giving him just by his facial expression – his eyes closed, head crooked, biting his lower lip. This angle gave him a perfect insight on what he was doing right, but that was not enough for Sirius.

“Hey,” he managed to pant out as he was thrusting in an out of him, “Look at me! Babe? Look at me…”

Remus opened his eyes lazily and looked down at him. The moment their eyes met made his body shiver, causing thousands of tiny goose bumps on the surface of his skin and it was as if they connected on a level other than just a physical one. He parted his lips, bringing his head down so he could meet Sirius in a kiss. It was a messy, wet kiss, Sirius’ hair getting in the way, but it didn’t matter.

When he moaned into the kiss, Sirius took that as a sign he was doing something right and he lifted his hips up higher, pulling him down harder, thrusting his cock in all the way to the hilt. As he jerked his body, breaking off the kiss, he noticed how Remus’ cock bounced up and down as well, smirking at the sight.

Remus caught that little naughty smile of his, and it felt quite good knowing he could bring out a reaction like this out of him, so he decided to reward him by praising his skills a little. A good ego boost was always welcome. “Oh, babe, you’re so good! So fucking good…Fuck me harder!” He yelped, throwing his head back again and it didn’t take long for him to react.

He moved his hands up from his hips to his back, fingers digging into his sweaty skin, embracing him completely and bringing him closer to his chest, Remus’ cock trapped between them. There was no free space between them as they were skin on skin. Remus’ legs tightened up around his waist, not wanting to let go. As they were tangled up like this, their rhythm became a bit slower and Remus leaned his head down onto his shoulder.

Although their pace was slower, he sensed his upcoming orgasm, wondering if it was caused by Sirius’ dick inside of him or the friction their bodies were providing to his own cock. It came as a hot rush inside his abdomen, causing him to squirm in his lap, his hole tightening up, nails digging into the skin of his back, leaving red scratch marks, his mouth biting into his shoulder where Remus’ moans were muffled down… as he spilled himself all over their bodies.

Remus knew he still had unfinished business, but he felt as if all of the energy had left his body, making him unable to move, surrendering himself to Sirius completely as he continued to pump up, waiting for his own climax.

A sudden twitch, followed by a loud grunt meant only one thing – Sirius was reaching his peak, spilling himself inside of Remus, as if he didn’t just come hard hours ago. He was left spent, barely managing to keep them in this position, searching for a place to rest their weary bodies. Remus’ bed was not particularly wide, but they always managed to fit into it perfectly, their limbs still tangled up.

Sirius’ breathing was deep and loud, his back turned to the wall and his face buried in the crook of Remus’ neck. Remus stroked his hair, wondering how could he be this stupid to think this man would leave him. He was obviously as gone as Remus was.

It was then when Remus’ phone started vibrating on the other side of the of the room.

“It’s probably your brother… I tried calling him when I thought you left.”

“Baby… you’re so ridiculous…” Sirius chuckled, endeared. He planted a kiss on Remus’ forehead before starting to get out from the bed.

“Hey, don’t go…” Remus whined out, being needy for some contact and Sirius’ body warmth.

“Yeah… I need to talk to Regulus myself,” he explained as he reached for Remus’ phone. The weird part of it was that he left the room for the conversation. Usually, he’d talk to his brother, not bothered by Remus’ presence in the room.

Remus sat up with a sigh. Something weird was going on.

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“So, what did Reggie say?” Remus cleared his throat, fiddling with the crumpled-up blanket, trying to straighten it out. This just had to be addressed – the way Sirius has suddenly left the room to go and have a chat with his brother, out of Remus’ earshot, right after fucking him silly.

“Hm?” Sirius looked up at him, obviously not expecting the question. “Um, you know… just some standard Reggie stuff? Complaining about Snuffles and James, same old, same old. Apparently, Snuffleappagus, the little rascal, chewed on his fancy pair of shoes, you know the brown leather ones from Milan? The little bugger went straight for the most expensive pair. Classic! Just like his daddy James – knows how to push Reggie’s buttons.” Sirius chuckled as he told the story and slipped right back into the bed, making himself comfortable under the blanket and pulling Remus closer, still sweaty and strung out.

“I see…” Remus bit his lower lip, debating if he should go through with this or not. He could just ignore it and let it fester inside of him some more, or he could actually confront him with it, demand some answers and explanations. It wasn’t just this particular conversation that had bothered him, it was a myriad of little things that were done in secret, most of them involving Regulus, and Remus didn’t notice them as much before, when he still had a job, yet now when he was at home all the time… it was really getting weird and suspicious. The worst of all was how he would always get a funny story about James or Snuffles, when asking Sirius about his brother’s unexpected visits.

“I mean, you didn’t exactly have to leave the room for that conversation.” He blurted out. Ok, there it was – he addressed the problem.

Sirius jerked away from Remus, looking at him funnily.

“Oh, I didn’t want to disturb you as you were ready to doze off.”

“I wasn’t dozing off,” Remus protested, moving away from Sirius, almost offended.

“Babe, it’s ok to admit you’re tired, I wore you out good with my lovin’,” Sirius chuckled, “I gave you a proper fucking, my love, tired you out so much that you were ready to fall asleep right there on my cock…” he whispered to him with a devious smirk, going in for a kiss, which Remus managed to avoid in the last second, leaving Sirius confused. He never ducked away from his kisses or hugs. This should send a clear message.

“Ok, you’re obviously going to play dumb with me,” Remus sighed. “I’m going to sleep in the living room, on the couch,” He blurted out, grabbing onto his pillow and blanket.

“On the couch?” Sirius raised his eyebrows questioningly, the playfulness leaving his face at once. He grabbed onto Remus’ wrist, preventing him from going anywhere.

Remus looked down at the way Sirius’ fingers wrapped themselves around him. He had to admit – it even hurt a little, the way he held onto him tightly, not letting go.

“Shit, sorry,” Sirius gathered he might have applied more pressure than necessary, letting him go at once when realizing what he had done. “I didn’t mean… I… just… baby, don’t go?”

Remus frowned at him. “Ok, I won’t. Because you should go and sleep on the couch, you’re shorter than me and you can fit there better.” He explained.

“Don’t kick me out right now!” Sirius protested. “I don’t even know what I’ve done!”

“I’m not kicking you out, Sirius. I just need some clarity.”

“I don’t want us to be one of those couples where one of them sleeps on the couch.”

Remus sighed. He didn’t want that either.

“I… can we just talk this out?” Sirius asked, sincerely. “I feel like there’s a lot on your mind right now.”

Remus huffed out a strangled breath, followed by a humourless chuckle. “We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep on pretending like nothing’s wrong.”

“Remus…” Sirius whined out, reaching his hand out over to him, touching his knee gently. He looked at his hand on Remus’ leg, slowly pushing it up his thigh.

Remus jerked away from him at once. “No! None of that!” He raised his finger up almost threateningly. “I won’t let you seduce me with your sex magic again!”

“My sex--” Sirius snorted. “Babe, what are you on about?”

“You just have this way where you… do this thing…” he motioned with his hands around Sirius hectically. “You seduce me into fucking you or into being fucked by you or Padfoot and it makes me feel a type of way where nothing else matters.”

“I mean, yeah… we do fuck a lot… like a lot… probably more than average people do, but it’s not like there’s a hidden agenda behind it.” Sirius whined out, looking at him sincerely. “We love each other!” He said this part with a particularly desperate tone, practically fixating Remus with his eyes. “Or has anything changed for you lately?”

“For fucks sake, Sirius,” Remus groaned out. “We love each other, yes! But do we trust each other? Because I don’t think there’s a lot of that from your side.”

Sirius’ face fell as he took a deep breath, obviously preparing to say something. “I trust you with my life, Remus,” he grabbed onto his shoulders, basically shaking him as he climbed into his lap, his face as close as it could be to Remus’. “But for your sake, there are some things you should be kept away from.”

“Oh, come off it! Kept away from?!” Remus spat in his face, rolling his eyes, taking Sirius’ face between his palms. “You know you can tell me everything! I want to know everything.” He cried out, pressing onto Sirius’ cheeks harder.

“It’s dark and… fucked up,” Sirius closed his eyes, his lips forming a thin line.

“Look at me!” Remus shook him. “Sirius, look at me!” He ordered.

Sirius reluctantly opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Remus didn’t like the way this cock was getting hard right now in the middle of such an emotional moment when Sirius was on the verge of spilling his guts out to him. He wanted to fuck him right there and then, but it would have been a little hypocritical, especially with the way of him accusing Sirius of using sex as a method of distraction just a few minutes before. He hoped it would go away before Sirius noticed. He seemed too focused on gazing into Remus’ eyes desperately to be aware of what was going on few inches to the south.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Remus confessed. “But I just hate being kept in the dark like this.”

“If I tell you… If I tell you everything, it might put you in danger… It’ll make you an accomplice in committing a crime.”

Remus huffed out in disbelief. “Fuck, Sirius… I’m in this with you no matter what. Make me an accomplice, I’m begging you.”

Sirius snorted, spitting right into Remus’ face. Remus on the other hand didn’t even flinch, getting used to being showered in Sirius’ liquids as he was getting his fair share quite frequently.

“Shit, sorry…” he quickly wiped him off with his hand. “I… Remus?”

“Sirius?”

“Fuck, ok…” Sirius sighed out in defeat, seeing as Remus was not changing his mind about it. “We’re planning on framing Walburga with my murder.”

Remus looked at him, confused, frozen where he was sitting, Sirius still nestled in his lap.

“Reg has been coming over and taking a few doses of my blood every few days.” Sirius continued. “We’re trying to collect ten pints of it, or… something close to five litres.” Sirius explained.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded. “We’re like a half a pint away from the goal. Which means we’re getting close to—” he squirmed in Remus’ lap and if he noticed how unbelievably hard Remus was right now, managed to somehow ignore it. “Once we have it all, Reg will spill it all over my mother’s basement, making it into an active crime scene.”

“So it will seem like she’s murdered you…” Remus said. “Because that’s how much blood human body contains.”

“Yep! It’s devious, I know, but she did curse me into being a dog, among other vicious things she’s done to me over the years—”

“Babe,” Remus interrupted him, pulling him into a hug. “It’s ok, it’s what she deserves… Is there something I can do to help you?”

Sirius chuckled, visibly relieved. “No, you’ve done enough, just… be there for me, like you’ve been by now.”

“But if they proclaim you for legally dead, how will you get your old life back?” Remus realized there was still an unresolved issue of Sirius not being able to walk around the city freely.

“I’ll take on the fake identity of Sirius Potter and cut my hair a bit… it’s not like I’m that recognizable. The main thing is that I get a new name and documents in case anyone digs into it. Reg will ibe given the house, once it’s confiscated from the hag, and let me have it.”

Remus slowly processed the things Sirius has told him. It was sure a lot, but it did kind of make sense… well everything except for one part made sense.

“Sirius Potter?” Remus frowned, not looking exactly pleased with it.

“Yeah… I mean, I won’t give up on my name, ‘cause that’s my name. Surname will do.”

“Why Potter though?”

“What’s wrong with Potter? That’s my best friend’s name. My brother will take it once they marry, so—”

“Why not Lupin?” Remus interrupted him, his hands squeezing around his sides just a bit too harshly.

“That’s your last name,” Sirius answered, confused.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Remus nodded, looking up at Sirius meaningfully, waiting for him to realize what he’s trying to say with this.

“I can’t just take—” Sirius rolled his eyes before realization hit him. “Oh!”

Remus nodded, trying to supress his smile.

“You mean, as in…” Sirius tilted his head, not wanting to sound too presumptuous by blurting it out.

“Sirius Lupin, sounds about right, huh?” Remus smiled, licking his lips.

“Sirius Lupin… it does have a nice ring to it,” Sirius’ nostrils flared as he huffed out.

“So?”

“So…”

“Yes?” Remus looked at him expectantly, nodding, not bothered by the fact his cock was now leaking against Sirius thigh.

“I thought you wanted me to sleep on the couch?” Sirius teased him, his eyes glinting.

“I hear that’s a common occurrence with married couples,” Remus shrugged.

Sirius snorted, digging his nose into the crook of Remus’ neck, slobbering all over it.

Remus whined out, not sure how much longer he’ll manage to endure this. Sirius looked down at the thing between Remus’ legs, red and leaking.

“If I hear you accuse me of using my sex magic against you one more time…” he threatened him playfully.

“I mean… you caused this,” Remus looked down between them, referring to his erection.

“Sure,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “I just spilled my deepest darkest secrets at you, and you went and got hard at hearing them.”

“To be honest, I think I was starting to get hard the second you climbed into my lap.” Remus admitted.

“Pfft, you’re such a dog, Remus!”

“Really?” Remus raised his eyebrows. “I’m a dog? You’re literally a dog!” He screeched out.

“Yeah well… I should know one!” Sirius announced, squirming in his lap. “Now, tell me what you want, and you just might get it.”

“Fuck, Sirius, you know what I want,” Remus went in for a kiss, Sirius moving away, denying him on purpose.

“Fuck Sirius? You want to fuck Sirius? Sirius Black?”

“No,” Remus shook his head. “Sirius Lupin!” He finally managed to connect their lips into a passionate kiss, one that made Sirius go putty in his hands instantly, letting himself be pushed down into the mattress easily.

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Walburga Black, 45 found guilty of murder of son Sirius, three months after human remains have been found on the property of Orion Black’s widow. The matriarch of the family is sentenced to life in prison with a possibility of parole in 40 years. It is believed she will appeal--

Remus read out loud the news article before Sirius came over to him and grabbed them out of his hands.

“Ugh, I can’t wait till this shit leaves the news cycle,” he rolled his eyes, throwing the paper away. “It’s been months!”

“Patience, babe, it will be over soon,” Remus pulled him into his lap, looking at him mesmerized. His new, shorter haircut made him look good, but Remus sometimes missed yanking on those long locks.

Sirius looked at Remus, sitting there all dressed up in a black suit, looking rather dashing. He bit his lip, trying to restrain himself from just pouncing on him like a dog in a rut. Remus certainly didn’t help by pulling him down like this, making him feel all kinds of things. He took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the fact they were supposed to be leaving in ten minutes.

“Are you sure you wanna come with? There will be a lot of leeches at the wake… Coming just for the spectacle.” Sirius sighed, tugging on Remus’ black tie.

“I want to be there, yeah,” Remus nodded, smiling at him.

“You look just a bit too happy for someone who is about to attend his fiancé’s funeral,” Sirius teased.

“What can I say… the death of Sirius Black has to be commemorated so that Sirius Lupin can be born.”

“Just try and look sad, ok? We don’t want your dopey grin to be the reason for our downfall,” he warned him.

“You’re the one to speak!” Remus whined out looking at Sirius’ crotch. “If anything is about to cause our downfall it’s that thing down there. You should turn into Pads and let’s wait for Reg and James in peace.”

“It just does things to me… seeing you in a suit.”

“It’s a mourning suit.”

“Whatever, it’s hot!” Sirius whined out, latching his mouth onto Remus’ neck and sucking into a kiss into it.

Remus leaned back, exposing his neck some more and closing his eyes, even though he knew just a little bit too well that this was a direct way to ruin. “We don’t have time for this, Reg and James will come and pick us up anytime, you should turn to Pads so we could be on our way…” he said but did nothing to stop Sirius’ actions, thoroughly enjoying his neck being sucked on.

Suddenly, he noticed the shift of weigh in his lap, the mouth on his neck becoming sloppier. It wasn’t Sirius sucking on it anymore, but Padfoot slobbering all over it. The dog was leaning into him, wagging his tail and digging his hard cock into his lap.

“Oh, come on, not now,” Remus chuckled, pushing him away. Sirius did listen to Remus, as he turned to Padfoot as suggested, but did nothing to stop his actions.

Padfoot was persistent, thrusting back and forth, and Remus realized he was about to get a wet spot on his trousers if he doesn’t take them off immediately.

“You’re a proper menace,” he grunted out and proceeded to take them off, barely managing to do so over his shoes. He took his suit jacket off as well, leaving only his shirt and tie on. There was no point in arguing with Padfoot when he was riled up like this and Remus figured it would be easier to deal with him right now than to have a horny dog present at the funeral and the wake. He really didn’t want to have his leg humped in public.

Padfoot wagged his tail in excitement as he sensed he was about to get his way.

“But no penetration!” Remus warned him, looking at him sternly. Usually, his warnings ended up as empty threats, Padfoot managing to get into him somehow and knot him in the end, but this time they really didn’t have time for these shenanigans.

Remus leaned against the armrest of the couch, his ass naked and waiting. Padfoot jumped up at the opportunity and mounted him in one go, sliding his throbbing cock in between his cheeks, pushing it up and down his crack, looking for the much-needed friction.

“Oh, baby…” Remus whined out, feeling the wet cock slide against him, his own trapped between his body and the couch, perking up as well.

Padfoot danced behind him like a dog unleashed, his cock head catching on Remus’ hole a few times, but he managed to clench it up, not wanting that eager red thing to breach him and nestle itself inside of him, because that would mean they would never make it in time for the funeral.

“No, Pads…” Remus whined out as he felt the dog won’t give up that easily, his persistent pecker probing around his reluctant hole. He could hold off only as much, before he finally had to give it up, unclenching his muscles and relaxing his entrance.

This one moment of weakness was all Padfoot needed to penetrate him, stabbing his leaking cock into him at once.

“Fuck, Pads!” Remus growled out, yet relaxed into it, having to admit it was one of his favourite feelings in the world. The moment was wrong, but the action itself… he gave into it, relaxing his entire body into the couch, spreading his legs some more.

Padfoot started moving in and out of him, drilling into him mercilessly, like they didn’t just have sex an hour ago. He bucked his furry hips into Remus, making him whine out in pleasure each time they’ve met.

“You’re a fucking menace…” he whined out, clenching around him, trying to force him to come as soon as possible, so they could still make it in time for the funeral.

Padfoot’s mouth was hanging open, saliva dripping from his tongue all over Remus’ shirt, but his one-track mind didn’t really care that he was messing his attire up. All he wanted to do right now was bring them both to orgasm and he was on the right way of doing just that.

“Hey, are you ready?” James called out from the hallway, making Remus clench up at once, his eyes going wide, hands gripping the couch, trying to stop the movements at once.

“Stop it, Pads,” he wiggled underneath him, trying to push him away, but the dog kept on with his ministrations, paying little regard to the world around him.

“You guys, are you—” James started talking as he walked into the living room, before he stopped and pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat. “—Oh!”

Regulus bumped into him as he was the next one to walk in. Unlike James, he didn’t remain speechless.

“Oh, you fucking have to be kidding me!” He yelled out, approaching Padfoot and yanking him away from Remus. Or at least he tried to, because little did Regulus know that his knot has been popped inside of Remus’ hole, stitching them together. He only noticed it when Remus’ body followed Padfoot’s, both of them falling off the couch.

“Babe, I don’t think there’s anything you can do about this right now,” James tried calming him down, but Regulus was absolutely fuming.

“He’s going to be late for his own funeral! Fucking unbelievable!”

“I’m sorry, Reg…” Remus whined out, trying to catch his breath from where Padfoot still pushed his hips into him, not minding the attempted disturbance.

“I expected more from you, Lupin,” Regulus said disappointedly. “You should be the responsible one.”

Remus panted out after a particularly exciting push from Padfoot, his prostate being stimulated by his cockhead. “I… ugh… I am the… the responsible one.”

Regulus looked at him, sprawled out on the floor, on his hands and knees, wearing only his shirt, socks and shoes and letting this horny dog shag him senseless.

“Do you have another black shirt?” Regulus asked him.

“I… ugh… ngh… Pads, slow down… why?”

“Because this one is drenched in dog saliva!” Regulus growled at him.

“Babe, please calm down, you’re going to pop a blood vessel.” James added from the background, almost unfazed by the scene before him.

“You know,” Regulus turned to him. “If I kick his balls as hard as I can, his knot will deflate.”

“Please don’t kick your brother’s balls.” James sighed.

“It’ll be over… soon, just… oh fuck—” Remus tried assuring him, but could barely speak from the way he was getting thoroughly fucked.

“You know what?!” Regulus raised his arms up in defeat. “I can’t do this, let’s just go, we don’t even need them there.”

James tilted his head, trying to decipher how much longer was this lewd display supposed to go on for.

“We’ll… take a… taxi… ah—” Remus panted from the floor.

“Fucking morons!” Regulus growled out turning around and pulling James with him.

“Hey, your face is so red that everyone is going to think you spent the whole night bawling for your brother.”

“Shut up, James! Take me out of here because if I stay a moment longer, we’ll end up needing a real funeral.”

Once they were gone, Remus managed to relax once again, sinking down onto the floor completely, letting himself enjoy the pleasurable prostate stimulations he was getting.“Ngh, Pads,” he keened out from the floor, feeling his orgasm approach. He didn’t even have to yank his cock, as only this was enough to make him come.

Padfoot pushed in as hard as he could, spilling himself into Remus in the process, whimpering into his neck.

“You’re such an animal,” Remus whined out, collapsing onto the floor underneath him. “Why can’t we just be normal for once?” He wondered, knowing the answer himself. They were just too horny to be able to function like normal people.

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“Come on, let me see you!” Remus whined out, pulling on the sheets in anticipation. Sirius has locked himself in the bathroom for the last three hours, refusing all help, determined to dye his hair by himself, while Remus couldn’t wait to see the final result.

“Promise you won’t laugh!” Sirius yelled out from behind the door. Well, that certainly didn’t sound good. Perhaps he should have gone to the salon.

“Babe,” Remus sighed.

“Promise!” Sirius insisted, refusing to come out until Remus said it.

Remus rolled his eyes, sighing out a small “I promise.”

The first thing he saw was Sirius’ hand grabbing the door, slowly opening it and a mop of bleached blonde hair peeking out of the bathroom. Sirius blew on a lose strand, removing it from the middle of his face where it has fallen.

“That bad, huh?” He bit his lower lip, trying to decipher the look on Remus’ face.

Remus was staring at him, his mouth hanging open and eyes blown wide.

“It’s um… baby, it’s… uh…” Remus gulped.

“Ugh, I know, it’s a disaster!” Sirius whined out, throwing his head back dramatically, his freshy bleached hair flailing behind him.

“No, no, no!” Remus stood up from the bed. “It’s amazing, actually!” He grinned, pulling him into a hug. Of course, it was amazing, it was Sirius and he’d probably look good with any hair colour he chose. He’d probably even look good with no hair, the bastard.

“Huh?” Sirius looked at him in confusion.

“It looks really good on you,” Remus nodded. “Really, really good… You look like Kurt Cobain, but prettier,” he nuzzled his face into his neck, hands messing his hair up. It was soft and breezy, probably from the conditioner, and Remus just wanted to dig right into it. He might have even pulled a bit too harshly, causing Sirius to flinch.

“Ah!” He whined out, pushing Remus away. “Babe, don’t pull it all out.”

“Sorry,” Remus blushed. “Your new look is just making me feel a certain type of way.”

“Oh, really,” Sirius smiled, tilting his head. “What type of way?”

“Come over here and I’ll show you,” Remus reached his hand over to him, with the intention to pull him closer and throw him onto the bed.

“Hm… tempting but…” Sirius chuckled. “I think I want to go for a walk first.”

“A walk?! Over sex?!” Remus frowned. “Who are you and what have you done with Sirius Black?”

“Heh,” Sirius licked his lips. “Actually, I’m Sirius Lupin and he is a responsible adult who won’t be that easily lured into your bed.”

“Wow!” Remus snorted. “Just wow!” He shook his head, feigning disappointment. “You give a man your surname and he turns on you the next day. Brutal!”

“Turns on you? Surely you mean turns you on?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows, looking at Remus’ crotch.

“You do that pretty much every day,” Remus sighed.

“That’s the goal, babe,” Sirius announced smugly, combing his hair with his fingers, like he was trying to get used to the new style. “I’d really like to go for a walk, now that I can. When we come back, you can do anything you want with me.”

Remus looked at him, eyes going wide. “Anything?”

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded.

“Even…” Remus tilted his head, looking at Sirius poignantly, his eyes flying to the bathroom.

“If you’re asking whether you’re allowed to give Padfoot a bath, the answer is no.”

“Oh, come on!”

“No!”

“But you like bathing!”

“I do, yeah, but not when am a dog!” Sirius screeched out.

“Don’t be such a baby about it,” Remus laughed. “You said anything—"

“Ugh, Remus!” Sirius stomped onto the floor. “Anything, but that!”

Remus pouted. Ok, he had to try, but if the answer was ‘no’ then there wasn’t much left to do.

“You can have your way with me in any other way you wish,” Sirius fluttered his lashes at him.

“Hm, I guess I’ll just have to settle with that, then,” Remus frowned, pulling Sirius into a hug.

“So, take me for a walk?” Sirius asked, humming.

“I’m not sure you can refer to it as taking you for a walk anymore. We’re going for a walk. Together. Yeah?”

“Yay! Our first date!”

Remus froze. He realized Sirius was right, they haven’t actually been anywhere together, as two humans and not a man and his dog, at least not outside of Remus’ flat.

“Oh…”

“What?”

“I just think I should have something better planned for our first date,” Remus sighed. “Not a boring walk in a park.”

“Babe,” Sirius smiled at him sincerely. “Nothing can be boring with you.” He planted a big wet kiss on Remus’ lips, grinning like an idiot. A big, blonde idiot. His idiot.

“Shit,” Remus huffed out, squirming in place.

“What?” Sirius looked up at him, confused.

“Can we just wait a bit,” he said apologetically. “I’m kind of hard, so—”

“Kind of hard?” Sirius smirked, hand sliding down to cup Remus through his sweats. “Oh!”

“Stop—”

“You’re a fucking rock down there,” Sirius was amused by how easily Remus got riled up. “I guess we can shuffle our plans a bit.”

“Hm?”

Sirius licked his lips, sliding down onto his knees slowly, all the while looking at Remus mischievously.

“Oh?!” Remus chuckled, thanking his lucky star for this sudden change of plans and Sirius deciding he could fit in a quick blowie between bleaching his hair and going for a walk.

Sirius pulled down Remus’ sweats, grabbing him through his underwear. Remus had to blink twice to get used to his new hair colour. It seemed as if it was someone else kneeling before him, but once that familiar hand wrapped itself around him, he breathed out in relief.

He slid his hands into Sirius’ hair, pulling on it, causing him to moan out in delight.

“If you turned into Padfoot right now, would your fur change?”

“Huh?” Sirius looked up in confusion, stopping what he was doing, to Remus’ disappointment.

“Would you become a golden retriever or something?”

Sirius laughed, shaking his head. “Why don’t we test it out?” He licked his lips and did his all too familiar routine of switching into his canine self.

“Oh… Guess not!” Remus smiled, looking at the big black dog standing in front of him, wagging his tail. “Do you want to switch back or—” He was interrupted as Padfoot nudged him with his wet snout, making him walk backwards to the bed, bumping into it and falling back on the mattress.

Padfoot pushed his snout into Remus’ crotch, picking up on where Sirius left. His coarse tongue licked a wet stripe all the way from Remus’ balls to the head of his cock, causing him to moan out, throwing his head back, spreading his legs further apart so that Padfoot could fit better between them.

“Oh, Pads,” he closed his eyes, hands reaching for the black fur, wanting to feel him underneath his fingers.

Padfoot slurped meticulously, giving special attention to every inch of Remus’ cock, focusing especially on his slit, precum pooling on it and being just as quickly lapped up by him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, so he tried thinking of something other than the fact he was getting a blow job by his favourite person slash animal.

The mission itself was kind of impossible, Padfoot working on him so diligently that all he had to think was him and how he was being taken apart by his tongue.

“Ugh, Pads, I’m close,” Remus whined out, tugging on Padfoot’s fur, trying to give him a fair warning.

Padfoot didn’t budge much, pushing his snout further into Remus, licking him all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock once again, the final lick making him release himself with little regard to keeping Padfoot out of the way, as he spilled himself all over his face, the dog blinking in confusion as there was cum dripping from his forehead, his whole snout and nose covered in it. Remus sustained from commenting how this almost makes him look ‘blonde’.

“Sorry, babe…” He chuckled instead.

Padfoot whined out, motioning to his own neglected cock, peeking shyly out of his fur, ready to be taken out and played with.

“As you said it so well yourself, we don’t have enough time for that right now, we should go for a walk,” Remus reminded him.

Padfoot shot him a death glare.

“I promise, when we come back home, I’ll take you up on the offer and do unspeakable things to you.”

It made Padfoot squeal out in anticipation, thinking it might as well be worth a wait.

“I just feel like everyone’s looking at me,” Sirius whispered to Remus as he linked their arms together, walking down the street together for the first time. “Like they know.”

Remus sighed. Sure, as they passed by people, everyone kept on looking at Sirius, some more some less obvious when doing it, but the fact was that he turned quite a few heads on the street. How wouldn’t he, looking like that. His new hair colour made him look like some kind of a rock star, particularly in combination with his leather jacket, tight jeans and military boots. How could anyone not look at him.

They probably wondered what he was doing with a weird librarian type of a guy like Remus, considering him way out of his league.

“It’s like someone is going to recognize me sooner or later,” Sirius continued, looking around, thinking everyone was suspicious of him.

“That’s not why they’re looking at you,” Remus groaned. How could Sirius be this oblivious? Has he spent too much time as Padfoot that he’s forgotten what kind of effect he had on people?

“Why else would they be looking?” Sirius huffed out, still deluded.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Remus rolled his eyes. “They probably like your jacket.” He said sarcastically.

“My jacket?” Sirius looked down at his jacket. “Oh, it’s Alexander McQueen, yeah. That’s probably it.” He grinned, finally able to calm down a bit, judging by the fact he was not holding onto Remus like he was holding on for dear life.

“Here it is. Our park,” Remus announces as they reached to the gates of the park where he usually brought his as Padfoot.

“Looks different from this perspective,” Sirius laughed. “So many memories...”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “We had so much fun back behind those bushes, remember?”

“Baby!” Sirius nudged him. “Do I?!” He snorted, throwing his head back. “I can’t look over there without getting flashbacks. It makes me want to drag you over there right now and fuck you senseless.”

“Yeah… Can you believe that if I were to be arrested now for doing ungodly things to you behind those bushes, I’d only be charged with public indecency and not animal cruelty?!”

Sirius laughed out, shaking his head. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t do that. I still can’t afford to get arrested.”

“Remus?! Remus is that you?!” A familiar voice made both of them turn around in horror.

Yep, there he was, standing right in front of them, or better said – here they were, one of them standing the other running around like a maniac he was, Benjy and Charlie.

“Hey!” Remus raised his arm up, wondering just why his day had to be ruined like this.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Benjy walked closer. “Are you here with that giant dog of yours?”

“Um, no. No dog,” Remus shook his head. “Just my—”

“Husband,” Sirius smiled, going for a handshake. “Hi, I’m Sirius and you are…”

“Um, hi...” Benjy looked rather shaken. “I’m Benjy.” He shook Sirius’ hand, eyes flying over to Remus. “You got married?!”

Remus’ quickly glanced at Sirius, trying not to turn into a puddle of goo, before he breathed out, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Well, congrats,” Benjy shrugged, finally puling his hand out of Sirius’ death grip, making a painful face. “I guess I just always thought… never mind.”

“You thought what, Benjamin?” Sirius tilted his head, frowning.

“It’s Benjy, not Benjamin,” he corrected him. “Nothing! I mean… is this why you quit your job? To get married? Because I went to the pub looking for you a few times, you know.”

“Um,” Remus didn’t exactly have a story ready if he was asked all these questions. “Yes. I—”

Luckily, or unluckily for Sirius… Charlie appeared in that moment and interrupted Remus as he suddenly jumped on Sirius’ leg and started humping it like a maniac.

“For fuck’s sake not you again!” Sirius yelped out, trying to push the small dog away from himself.

“Charlie, no, bad dog!”

“Benjy please take your dog off my husband’s leg!” Remus moaned out.

“I’m sorry, he’s just—” Benjy was trying to pull Charlie away from Sirius, the dog wiggling his hips enthusiastically.

“Ugh, if he doesn’t stop this right now, I’m going to kick him to the Moon,” Sirius growled out, at his wits end.

“Charlie, come on!” Benjy crouched down, pulling on his back. “I’m so sorry!” He looked up at Sirius apologetically. “He doesn’t usually do this.”

“Like hell he doesn’t,” Remus rolled his eyes.

“It’s… come on, Charlie, be a good boy,” Benjy begged the dog.

“Remus?!”

Remus turned around as another voice joined the conversation. This time, it was Caradoc. Remus rolled his eyes, it was like every person they ever met at the park decided to join them today, the only one missing was Dolores.

“Hey, Caradoc,” Remus huffed out. The man was leading a different dog this time, a well-behaved greyhound, who hid behind him, probably fearing he was about to become Charlie’s next victim if he were to come forward.

Benjy finally managed to unlatch Charlie from Sirius, holding him tightly under his forelegs, the excited dog wiggling in air, his cock hanging out, unsheated.

“He soiled my jeans,” Sirius looked at his leg in disgust, black jeans stained with Charlie’s precum.

“I don’t know why he’s so fixed on you, he usually goes for dogs.”

Remus chuckled, trying to hide his expression from Sirius who caught this and deemed it a betrayal, judging by the dirty look he shot him.

“Oh, sorry to interrupt like this, but did you think about signing your dog up for training? This behaviour of his should be corrected.” Caradoc asked Benjy.

“Yeah, you should teach this little beast a trick or two,” Sirius grunted out, wiping his jeans in frustration.

“Sorry, have we met?” Caradoc asked Sirius, confused and Sirius realised he made a blunder. He’s never met Caradoc and he shouldn’t know what he did for living.

“Oh… Remus told me he met a dog trainer, I figured…” Sirius grinned awkwardly.

“Hah, really?” Caradoc turned to Remus, obviously glad to hear this.

“He also told me you tried coming on to him, which… not cool, mate.”

“I… I didn’t know he… You’re the boyfriend, I presume?” Caradoc furrowed his brows, giving Sirius a once over.

“He’s the husband, actually,” Benjy added, while still struggling with Charlie who had eyes only for Sirius.

“Husband?!” Caradoc’s eyes flew to Remus’ hands, still ringless.

“Oh, yeah…” Remus blushed, looking at his fingers.

“Our dog ate our rings, so…” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Padfoot ate your rings?!” Caradoc looked at them in bewilderment.

“Yeah…” Remus bit his lower lip, looking at Sirius in confusion.

“He’s currently at home, waiting to digest them.” Sirius blurted out, grabbing Remus’ arm. “We have to go home, babe and check on Padfoot.” He said pointedly, both Benjy and Caradoc looking at them like they were crazy. “Padfoot needs us to be at home right now.”

“Yeah, got to go,” Remus waved awkwardly. “Benjy, you should perhaps use an advice or two from Caradoc when it comes to Charlie’s issues.” He pointed out.

“What issues?” Benjy looked at him blankly.

“Oh, ok,” Remus shrugged.

“I’ll send you the dry-cleaning bill,” Sirius grunted out looking at the visible stain on his leg.

As they walked back home, Remus put an arm over Sirius, pulling him close. It was a good feeling, finally being able to show him affection in public, which didn’t include ruffling of fur.

“Just love it that we ran into them in the park,” Sirius muttered out frowning. “Your fucking boyfriends!”

“Oh, come on,” Remus snorted.

“Fucking idiots!”

“Don’t be jealous like that,” Remus planted a kiss into his hair. “As far as I remember your little boyfriend was also there.”

“Ugh! That little rat actually tried to hump me. Again!”

“He seemed to be obsessed with you,” Remus chuckled. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“We have to find a new park,” Sirius concluded with a frown.

Chapter Text

Now this was living!

Remus thought as he leaned back into his leather armchair, in the middle of his study, surrounded by old books and artwork, his antique typewriter on the massive desk in front of him, his precious manuscript almost finished. He looked outside the bay window and enjoyed the view of their secluded yard, the landscaper they hired doing a great job turning it into a lovely zen garden. They even had Koi fish swimming around in a pond, Sirius ordering them directly from Japan which was – if you asked Remus, just a bit over the top, but his husband simply insisted on it.

Two years ago, he never would have thought something like that might have been possible for him, but one fateful meeting with one lost dog, switched his life upside down. A good kind of upside down.

He sighed out, looking at the stack of papers next to him. His first novel, just few pages from being done. He did feel a stab in his lower back, figuring it was probably from the way he was sitting uncomfortably all day. He stretched out, thinking he might take a walk around the park later.

Just when he thought how he didn’t want to take that walk alone, he heard a familiar scratch of paws across the wooden floor, someone forcing the double door of his study open and barging right in.

“Oh, Padfoot!” He laughed shaking his head. “Didn’t expect you.”

Padfoot barked twice, rushing over to him and nuzzling his snout into his lap, getting his joggers all wet and slobbery.

“I was thinking about a short walk, but you have something else in mind, I see,” he snickered, too familiar with the signs of Padfoot wanting to get it on with him.

Snout into crotch, his cock half-way out of its prepuce, leaking all over the carpet, the anxious little grunts he was humming out rhythmically – Padfoot was here for one thing and one thing alone.

“Oh, Pads, you’ll be the death of me,” Remus sighed out, feeling just a little out of breath, which he did often in the last couple of weeks, but it wasn’t that weird, considering he was working on his novel non-stop. In fact, his hard work affected even their sex life, as they had to reduce their normal average of fucks a day from three to one, much to Sirius’ disappointment.

Padfoot wagged his tail, yelping, hurrying him up.

“You want to do it in the armchair?” Remus looked at him, lifting his brows, not really appreciating the idea.

Padfoot barked enthusiastically.

“This is an expensive chair, custom made,” Remus made a grimace, touching the soft, brown chair. It would really be a shame for Padfoot to scratch it.

The dog growled.

“Ok, whatever, we’ll buy a new one if it gets damaged,” Remus finally surrendered. With Sirius practically swimming in money, purchasing a new armchair probably wouldn’t be that much of a deal for the budget. Remus still found it difficult to adjust to this lifestyle, Sirius spoiling him rotten in every way he could.

Padfoot lounged himself onto him, pulling on his joggers, making them come off. That reminded Remus how he actually had to go out of the house and buy some new trousers, his old ones becoming all too small for him as of late. The new life included eating more and better and he did put on a few extra pounds, mostly in his abdomen.

He took his briefs off himself, sparing Padfoot the struggle, as he was suddenly left sprawled out naked in his armchair, Padfoot licking between his legs enthusiastically.

“Yes, babe… Just like that!” He encouraged him as he took his jumper off, throwing it somewhere behind himself, his t-shirt following soon after.

He was completely relaxed in the armchair, the one he’s spent hours in writing diligently, finally getting rewarded for all that work.

As Padfoot slobbered all over his cock and balls, slowly sinking down to his hole, Remus decided to help him out, his fingers joining in. He suddenly felt the need to get himself full of Padfoot’s fat cock as soon as possible, his hole itching with anticipation. He pushed his hips into the dog’s snout, urging him to go faster, to get him open as quickly as possible. His canine tongue was too sloppy and too wide, always taking so much time to work him open, and in moments like these, he’d much prefer Sirius’ human tongue, one that pushed in with ease and precise in its little thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, I need you inside of me right now,” he whined out, grabbing onto the dog’s neck, his fingers digging into his coarse black fur, making him whine out.

Padfoot knew that Remus wasn’t quite ready for what he had in store for him, so he kept on licking, wetting Remus’ fingers up where they worked themselves in and out of his desperate opening.

“Please, baby, please… I feel like I’m burning up,” Remus panted, his tongue hanging out, squirming in the chair, starting to sweat. “I need your cock, I need your knot! I need you!”

Padfoot howled out, finally stopping what he was doing and digging his front paws into the armchair, leaving huge marks in the fabric.

Remus turned his head sideways, looking as his nails left deep scratch marks in the soft genuine leather, not giving a damn about it one bit. The only thing he cared about in this moment, was that slippery sensation – the hard, erect dog cock sliding over his twitching hole, trying to dig its way inside. And he needed to fill him out as soon as possible.

Remus nudged his hips into him, trying to help him out, he was so desperate to feel its hotness inside of it. He needed to feel it throb and pulse, stretch him out real good, his knot bursting against his walls, his hot seed engulfing him. He needed it all, so desperately and the damn dog was having issues with getting it in, missing the target three times in a row.

“Oh, for the love of…” Remus whined out as he reached out and grabbed his cock, causing Padfoot to whine out, guiding his red prick in with his own hand, his hole sucking him in inch by inch.

Padfoot grunted and yelped, thrusting his hips inside, thankful for Remus’ help.

Remus breathed out a sigh of relief, finally getting what he wanted, feeling it all as Padfoot buried himself deep inside of him, his tip catching onto his prostate, before he pulled it out almost completely.

“Come back, baby!” Remus moaned out, grabbing his hips, guiding him back in. “I need you here, I need you right here!”

Padfoot gladly obeyed, slamming his hips back into him, hitting his prostate with full force.

“Yes!” Remus yelled out, putting his hands onto his pelvis. “I’m already so full, baby!”

Padfoot started moving in his relentless, usual rhythm, his hips already well used to this while Remus felt the unusual need to caress his own belly, enjoying the fulness he felt. He could usually feel the way Padfoot’s big cock moved inside of him and this time it felt like it was even bigger than it normally was.

It all went pretty normally, Padfoot fucking into him until his knot popped out and he gave him a final push, ready for a release. The dog grunted out as he started pushing waves of his hot cum into Remus, before he let out a weird whining sound and stopped pushing altogether, much to Remus’ disappointment.

“What is it, baby?” Remus opened his eyes, looking at Padfoot, wondering why he stopped when he was far from over.

The dog whined out strangely, before his face distorted. Remus still needed to adjust to this gruesome image, his husband changing forms – it was definitely not for the faint hearted. But it was better once that beautiful man was standing before his eyes, his cock still buried deep inside of him, knot and all.

“Babe? What is happening?” Sirius looked pale and weirded out, looking at Remus’ stomach, putting his hands over it.

“What? The bulge you mean?” Remus asked, looking down himself? Why was Sirius all of the sudden acting like he’s never seen the belly bulge in Remus’ pelvis, it was a pretty normal occurrence when they fucked. In fact, he remembered how much Sirius liked seeing it, always bragging about how his cock was that big that it was possible to see it through Remus’ body.

“It moved,” Sirius said.

“Well, it moves when your cock moves, it’s pretty normal,” Remus chuckled.

“No,” Sirius shook his head. “Not here,” he pushed into Remus’ lower abdomen, wincing as he was obviously pushing down on his still hard cock. “But here!” He moved his hands higher, pushing just above Remus’ bellybutton. “I am big, but I’m not that big.”

Remus looked at Sirius’ hands, not really getting it.

“I swear I saw something move,” he continued, circling his hands around Remus’ belly. “It looks a bit swollen, too.”

“Nice way of telling me I got fat!” Remus scoffed.

“No, you didn’t!” Sirius shook his head, eyes still focused only on that place. “Well, you only got rounder here. Your belly grew. Like a lot.”

Remus did notice it as well, but it surely wasn’t as dramatic as Sirius has described it, right?

“Look,” Sirius explained, still circling his hands around. “It’s like a whole bump here.”

“A bump? Surely not…”

“You know when we had that pregnancy scare?” Sirius reminded him.

“You mean when I swallowed too much of your cum and got cum poisoning?”

“Protein poisoning,” Sirius corrected him, frowning. “But this is different. Something moved here.”

“Sirius, that special doctor you took me to said that a pregnancy of this kind has never been recorded.”

“But she didn’t say it was impossible!” Sirius argued.

“Sirius…” Remus sighed out. “Don’t… don’t do this to me, I can’t be pregnant!” Remus sighed out, covering his hands with his arms. Back when he first thought he was pregnant, he got scared at first, not wanting it to be true. But somehow, weirdly, a part of him had hoped that he was, and he was quite disappointed to learn that he was not. He could not be getting his hopes up like that again, just for them to be splintered by the notion that the swelling in his belly was some kind of an internal parasite he got from Padfoot.

“Babe? Remus?” Sirius asked, his voice unsure. “Would that really be that bad?”

Remus scoffed, trying his best not to cry. Being pregnant by Sirius would be fucking amazing, but that was not why he was sad.

“Come on, look at me!” Sirius said, gently removing his arms from his face, making him look at him.

Remus sniffed. “I can’t do this, Sirius.”

“We’ll do it together, I will—”

“No, I mean,” Remus interrupted him. “I want this to be true, but it’s probably not and I’ll just be disappointed again.”

Sirius smiled at him, relieved. “You want this?”

“Of course I want this!” Remus whined out. “How could I not! I’ve been secretly praying for it! Every time you fuck me, I keep on chanting to myself how much I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Really?!” Sirius eyes shone brightly. “Because I do that as well. Like, it’s my own personal mantra whenever I’m pumping you full of my seed! Please let it take in him and turn into a baby! Or I just bark like mad in my head when I’m Padfoot, it having the same meaning.”

Remus’ breath hitched. He really didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he just couldn’t help himself. He looked at his swollen belly, putting his hands above Sirius’.

“What if it’s a puppy, though?” Sirius suddenly asked, looking at him, biting his lip like he did something wrong.

“Um, well… I guess it’s a puppy, then. There’s not really much we can do about it.

Sirius smiled, endeared. “We should call Regulus and schedule an appointment.”

“Yes, we should do that.”

“As soon as my knot deflates, “ Sirius looked down, their bodies still locked together.