Chapter Eight

"Ready for what?" His fingers are twisting my hair between them are idle, though his voice is alert and curious.

"To…to share myself with you." Even I'm surprised by how placid I am.

The digits fall away from my head. He leans up in order to witness my visage, which causes my head to slide off of his chest and land on the pillow. "Moony, I believe when you say that you love me; you don't have to prove it or anything. I can wait however long you need before I fill up your untouched body and keen senses so that you can't think of anything but me, and are totally ruined for other men." The speech is finished with a suggestive smirk. Evidently, the concept of being such an amazing lover that no one after him could bring me gratification appeals to Sirius. Merlin, his sexy arrogance recognises no boundaries! That smirk on his face would result in many people wishing to smack it. All I want is to skim my tongue across it.

"I appreciate that, and I believe you, but it's okay. I want this. I want you. Now." He requires no more encouragement; he judges that I can decide what's right for myself. The irresistible smirk widens, and before I can blink our bodies are aligned perfectly with him covering every centimetre of me.

He whispers in my ear, "If you're my instrument I'll play your body and dance to the pretty music that you make." It doesn't come as a shock that he would use me referring to myself as an instrument for his own purposes.

My heart rate quickens sporadically, a combination of both nervousness and arousal. "Just promise not to sing along. You can't hold a tune, and it'll completely ruin the mood."

"Git." He pecks my forehead lightly. "What I swear is to be gentle with you." His grin is wicked as he adds, "At least for this time."

His offer is oddly kind, and I'm grateful for it, however, it isn't necessary. "Thanks, Pads, but I'm a werewolf. I'm sure I can handle it." Penetration can't be a fraction of the torment that transformation is. I'm actually not worried about the impending physical strain at all, for I've got my lack of practise in the area of intimacy to fret over.

"Just because you can take it doesn't mean I'll make it more painful than it needs to be, so I swear it anyhow." He seals his promise with a kiss, and I instantly feel comfortable now that I'm back in the familiar territory of Sirius' mouth. My hands move along his back that is slick with anticipatory sweat. He breaks our locked lips to unceremoniously yank the blouse above my head and toss it to the floor. Fingertips trace the scars that create uneven patterns on my flesh and I blush self-consciously at his scrutiny. "Wow, Remus, I didn't expect you to be this beautiful. Your skin is like artwork…"

I open my mouth to speak, yet any words I would have uttered are lost in the sharp breath that I take in when Sirius replaces the touch on my torso with his tongue. He sucks on my nipples until they're perky enough for his liking. Then, he kisses down my abdomen to the waistband of the skirt. His hand wanders beneath it and he frowns when he notices there's more fabric obstructing his way.

"Did you really have to wear something underneath?" He's impatient, but he remains true to his vow to me, and is gentle while guiding the skirt and undergarment down my legs.

"Well, if is was windy-"

The pragmatic explanation abruptly dies while Sirius chortles, "Rhetorical question spoken in the heat of desire, Moony."

"Full desire? Already?" I sit up and glance down my naked form, feeling that my cock is torrid in contrast with the cool air temperature, though I am not close to climax.

"Wanna see?" He waits until I return my attention to him, whereupon he drops the last article of clothing that he's wearing. A pleased beam appears on his handsome features whilst he watches me choke with awe at the image of the magnificent length pressing against his stomach.

"How're you…Because of me…But I haven't done anything for you yet, have I?" The professors would be disappointed that their model student has become this ineloquent all of a sudden.

"You, my sweet, have had this building in me all day." Sirius mustn't want to talk anymore because without warning he swoops down on my nether regions. My back arches backwards so far when he nibbles the uppermost portion of my thighs that 

it's not long ere I fall prostrate among the sheets again with velvety petals pressing into me. The rough stubble on his chin rubs my balls and I think that naught could be more delightful until the moist cavern of Sirius' oral cavity encompasses me and I can see his dark cranium bobbing up and down. His tongue is teasing my hardening organ in the manner that he typically treats my tongue during a particularly intense snogging session. I moan syllables that I cannot remember and whimper when he suddenly releases me.

"Please, Siri…I'm halfway there." Conversing is difficult. I can't breathe properly.

Sirius looks satisfied at the effect he's having on me. "I know. Can't have you come too soon." With alacrity he retrieves the gel-like lotion I used during the massage and squeezes a glob onto his fingers. "On your knees, Remus." I cannot determine if this is a command or a request because his voice has grown husky with need. Either way, disobeying doesn't occur to me, and I rise to my knees. He kneels in front of me. "Turn around." I obligingly do that too, fairly certain I know where this is heading and I tense up with excitement. Not a heartbeat later, his lubricated hand is on my rear. "This is gonna hurt no matter what since you're pure-" he pauses to linger lovingly over the word "-but it'll be worse if you don't relax." I inhale and exhale as evenly as I can, given the stimulating circumstances, and my muscles unclench somewhat. A finger slips inside of me easily, followed by another. A third enters with more effort. They slide in and out rhythmically, evicting noises from me that I didn't know I could make, until they're removed and replaced by the tip of my lover's penis. "Let me know if it hurts too much, and I'll pull out." How can he manage to be coherent? At this point, there's no possibility that I could even if my existence relied on it.

Arms encircle my waist and fingers intertwine with mine. Sirius guides our connected hands to my throbbing sex. His warm palms are pressing mine against my warmer manhood. "Set the pace, Moony. Show me how you like it." That sexy sentence impassions me as much as our nakedness. I'm shuddering from lust to such a heightened degree that it astonishes me that I am able to do the mundane task of sliding my digits up and down. Once Sirius memorises my rhythm he takes over the control of our finger motions. Slowly, he enters me from behind. Pain ensues, a pain that's white-hot and somehow blinds my closed eyes. Thankfully, it is mollified by the pleasure of the attention being given to my hardness.

He thrusts inside of me and pumps my shaft in synchronised movements. My backside adjusts, causing the sharp agony to diminish to a dull throbbing. In contrast, the pressure between my legs escalates wonderfully and frustratingly. The 

steady motions of his hands and cock increase in unison until, as he loses focus in his fervor, they become erratic. In a mix of excruciation and euphoria I throw my head back onto Sirius' shoulder. He twists his head sideways to kiss me forcefully. The angle is probably awkward for his neck, however, he refuses to relinquish my lips. The talent of his tongue and the joy of being able to release myself in his hands is enough ecstasy to distract me from the sweet torment of his final pushes within my body. That distraction must be why he didn't wish for me to climax prior to this moment. He discharges his passion inside of me. Does he cry out in my mouth or I in his? It's impossible to fathom.

Our tongues reluctantly disentangle themselves and we swallow gargantuan gulps of essential oxygen. I'm collapsed against his chest and literally stuck to him; we are both thinly layered in viscid sweat. His pulse is gradually calming along my spine. With his semen and cooling erection still buried in me I feel pleasantly full, like how I do after an excellent meal.

There is a murmur in my damp hair: "Sorry I was rougher than I meant to be at the end. Couldn't help myself."

"S'okay. I liked it." I never contemplated that something might be missing from my life, yet I conceive that there must have been since I now feel utterly complete in a fashion that I haven't before.

A vibration behind me indicates that Sirius is chuckling, the low, masculine chuckle that a man produces when he knows an intimate secret about his partner that he can use to a personal advantage. He eases out of me, leaving an ache in his wake that informs me that I will be sore by morning. It'll undoubtedly be worth it. "Come on." He nudges me towards the pillows. We rest our skulls on them and drape the blankets over our spooning bodies. Sirius' silence holds for so long that I suspect he'd prefer not to discuss what transpired until we nap. He certainly comes across as an individual that wouldn't want to talk much succeeding sex. Consequently, I am truly surprised when he asks, "How was it? And don't say 'sticky;' we can shower together tomorrow."

Repressing the urge to snigger, I take his question to heart. This is one field I did not ever suspect Sirius Black to be insecure about. Well, it will cost me no dignity to feed his ego. "You were incredible. The press of your skin made me feel desirable for once, and I was so aroused I thought I'd explode." I smile in gratitude and proclaim with verity what I know will please him most. "You ruined me for other men."

He grins. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I mean, I know I'm a good shag," Ah, so he's not insecure about that. "I just had to make sure it was enjoyable enough for you that you didn't regret it. After all, it was your first time and everything…"

If there are any doubts about Sirius' love for me they immediately evaporate. "Supposing I had the option to change what happened, I wouldn't switch a thing except that I didn't do much for you while you did so much for me."

"Trusting me with your virginity was more than enough." He leans forward and traces my lips with his own, not quite kissing me. "But, if you insist, next time I promise to let your well-spoken mouth suck me dry." He laughs outright when my cheeks turn scarlet.

I will my face to its normal shade and my tone to remain serene as I query, "Since we're on the subject…was I good? It's important that it meant something emotionally that I gave myself to you, but - you know, physically - did I get an Exceeds Expectations?"

This time he does kiss me. A long, deep one filled with felicity and adoration that creates sparks of light behind my veiled eyes and shoots electricity through my nude form. I am dizzy with rapture once he grants me breath again. "Outstanding, my little Prefect."

Minerva's Note: I got the chapter out quickly just like I promised! Let me know what you thought of it! I tried hard to make it pleasurable for both of them, but nothing too cliché-ly perfect. It annoys me when they're unreasonably good at sex on their first attempt. You noticed Sirius didn't hit Remus' sweet spot, didn't you? A sweet spot will be hit during their next time. Oh, yes, there will be a next time. The story isn't over yet! What's left isn't ALL smut either; I've got a few jokes and tender moments left.