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Sirius was oh so pretty like this. Locked in place, naked except for the thick black leather collar around his neck, bent over at the waist with his ankles fastened in a spreader bar. His wrists and head were locked into a pillory — Remus made sure to charm it so it wouldn't hurt him. He was going to be in there for a while. Still, he wouldn’t be able to look behind him or move out of the position Remus had manhandled him into. He hadn’t even touched Sirius yet, and already he was hard and aching between his spread legs. Poor baby. It was going to be a long night. 

That night was a culmination of a lot of planning and a handful of secrets that Remus had ferreted out of Sirius over their many years together. They’d first gotten together when they were sixteen, both of them awkward virgins, just two sets of fumbling, nervous hands working each other into a lather. They’d grown together, both as men and as sexual partners, but it didn’t take long for Remus to take the reigns. 

Sirius had grown up in a repressed household with a repressed family, unsurprising given that most of his family members only viewed sex as a means to produce an heir. His parents didn’t even sleep in the same bedroom, and Sirius had said more than once that he thought he and his brother had been produced through magical means rather than physical ones. Remus didn’t know if that was true, or if it was even possible, but he never questioned Sirius about it. He could see how uncomfortable he was. 

Needless to say, Sirius was not comfortable around the topic of sex. Though he was the first one of his friends to be asked out, the first one to attract any female attention, he was also the first to run from it. Remus hadn’t understood back then, though he also had no interest in going on a date with a girl — he wouldn’t figure out why for two more years — he knew that it was a point of pride to have girls interested in you, and he didn’t understand why Sirius avoided it. 

“What do they want from me?” Sirius had hissed one afternoon. Remus could remember it so vividly. Sirius rarely hid, but he had been hiding in a bathroom stall, panting heavily after sprinting from the Great Hall. 

Remus hadn’t known how to answer him then, and he hadn’t understood the anger that simmered his stomach watching girls bat their eyelashes at Sirius. It wasn’t until they finally got together that he understood what was going on in Sirius’s head. 

“I’m not interested in any of them. I mean, I used to think that they just wanted to be the future Mrs. Black or whatever — I didn’t know that people just… dated for fun. But even when I learned that, I didn’t want to date any of them,” Sirius had explained. They were high during that conversation, having smoked some weed that a few Hufflepuff kids sold to them. Remus had laughed, though nothing Sirius said was funny exactly. 

“So you’re gay?” he’d asked. 

Sirius had shrugged, giving him a rare tender look. It seemed odd on his angular face, it would be another few years before Remus learned that it was Sirius’s standard expression and that the sharp, fierceness was just a cover, something he put on every morning and took off only in the privacy of his bed curtains. 

“I don’t think so,” Sirius had confessed.  Remus had nudged him with his elbow, a silent request for him to explain. “It’s only you. I’m not interested in anyone else.”

It had been a point of pride for Remus for years that not only was he the one to claim the attention of the great Sirius Black but that no one else came even close. As they’d grown, he’d realized how special that attention really was. Sirius’s love for Remus was as close to devotion as any human could get, and Remus was swallowed whole by it, he was made human by it. They were consumed by each other. 

That wasn’t to say that other people weren’t interested in them. Remus liked to think they were both attractive — at least, on his good days. Sirius claimed that Remus was always attractive, the most attractive man Sirius had ever seen, but Remus didn’t always feel that way. Sirius was a golden god, a beauty made by magic herself, whereas Remus was very mundane. Though he was tall and lanky, with golden eyes that he knew had a certain effect on people. 

Together, he and Sirius drew attention. Sometimes it would be one or the other, they would go out to bars and get separated for a short moment only to find that one of them was being crowded by some random person hoping to take them home. 

When it happened to Sirius, Remus would feel that wolfy jealousy swell up inside of him, a possessiveness like no other, and he would drag Sirius home and shag him into the mattress until he was incapable of walking for a full day. Sirius loved it, would often flirt with other men just to get a rise of Remus. He liked it when Remus would claim him. At the end of the day, they both knew that Sirius was Remus’s, there was no question about it. He just liked to make Remus prove it. 

However, it was more complicated when it happened to Remus. Once in a while, he would have someone approach him with a hungry look in their eyes. And Remus, being himself, wouldn’t always notice right away. He was always inclined to believe that they were just being nice unless shown otherwise. Sirius, meanwhile, could spot the hungry glint instantly and would be inflicted with jealousy so mutilating that it would take days for him to feel right again. 

Remus would never claim to understand it, though he knew Sirius inside and out, he did not get why jealousy affected Sirius in the way it did. Instead of possessiveness and the desire to claim, Sirius’s jealousy would turn inward, attacking him and shelling him out until he felt worthless and hollow. It would cause nasty fights when they were very young, but as they’d gotten older, Sirius had grown better at mitigating it. It was still there, Remus could see it in his eyes, but he did his best not to let it hurt Remus. 

So Remus sleeping with anyone else was out, permanently. He would never so much as look at another person, not with the anguish it caused Sirius. He would never even consider it. Sirius, on the other hand…

Remus and Sirius’s sex life had never been something that Remus would consider tame. He was a werewolf, for one, instantly leading their sex life into the realm of animalism. Their friends were scandalized by it, at least they pretended to be. Remus could still remember Lily quietly asking questions about it one night when she and James were still together. Remus’s face had been bright red as he told her a few torrid secrets about Sirius and him. He was only a little sure that that conversation had led to the disillusion of James and Lily’s marriage. 

He’d felt terrible about it for a long time until Lily eventually came out as gay, shooting Remus a wink like he’d been in on it the whole time. James, for his part, had never come out exactly, but he’d come over one night with his chest puffed out and announced that he was now dating Sirius’s estranged brother and that he would ‘very much like them to not be mad at him about it.’ Ridiculous, the lot of them. 

Remus was just happy he didn’t have to hear about his friends’ sex lives as they had apparently heard about his and Sirius’s. And he was especially glad that he’d known better than to share the true secrets about Sirius that he knew, only the frivolous ones, the ones he knew Sirius wouldn’t mind him sharing. The true secrets were much too valuable to be shared so thoughtlessly. 

For instance, he knew that Sirius loved to be held down, so tightly that he couldn’t move a single muscle. He liked to be manhandled, and he liked when Remus forced his legs apart. He liked to fight back a little, and he liked to be overpowered. He liked to be fucked to the point of overstimulation, till real tears were streaming down his face and he was so wrecked that he couldn’t speak. He loved to lose control, but more specifically, he loved when it was taken from him. 

Remus would never share a secret like that, because while he loved doing all those things to Sirius, he loved it even more than Sirius trusted him to catch him when he fell. No one — not even James — got to see Sirius break open like that, Remus was a very lucky man, and he would never take that for granted. 

It was through this trust, that Remus learned a very important secret about Sirius. There were things that Sirius was into that he would eventually tell Remus — it would take time, and a lot of coaxing given Sirius’s upbringing, but eventually, he would confess. However, there were also things that Sirius was into that he would never, not in a million years, say out loud. They had to be found. Remus lived in a permanent scavenger hunt where every prize was more valuable than the last. 

The first prize he’d found hadn’t been in a sexual setting. They were twenty-two and had just gotten home from a day out at the beach with their friends. Lily and James were still together at that point, little Harry squealing happily as he played in the sand. Sirius, the reckless idiot, had wanted to play as well, and when he was sure that no muggles were watching, had transformed into Padfoot and raced with Harry down into the water to splash around. This had led to a huge fiasco with the muggle police who were very unhappy to see a loose dog without so much as a collar on wrestling with a small child. 

Remus had been upset by it, unreasonably so, but looking back, he knew that he’d just been worried about Sirius. He didn't like the idea of him getting into trouble, he never wanted anything to happen to him, and he so rarely looked out for himself. They’d gotten home late that night and Remus, tired from the day and still feeling the residual stress, had yelled at Sirius.

“You can’t keep doing this. One day we’re not going to be around to protect you and something bad is going to happen,” Remus had shouted. 

Sirius had rolled his eyes dismissively. “What were they going to do?” 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Remus had growled. Sirius’s eyes had widened almost imperceptibly. “The least you could do is wear a collar if you’re going to do that.” 

Remus could still picture exactly how Sirius’s face had grown bright red, his eyes averted and the dismissive, haughtiness gone in an instant. Remus hadn’t moved on the secret then, but he’d filed it away. That quiet embarrassment on Sirius’s face was enough to make him hard for the next four months. 

It wasn’t until they were in throws of sex, a few days before a full moon, when that secret finally escaped Remus’s lips. He had Sirius nearly folded in half, his ankles propped up on Remus’s shoulders as he rutted into him viciously. 

“Such a pretty little puppy, taking my cock so nicely,” he’d said. His voice barely sounded human. “I should keep you like this, stuffed full and dripping cum. Put a collar on you and walk you around on a leash so that everyone can see what a good puppy you are.” 

Sirius’s eyes had rolled back in his head, and he’d finished so hard that Remus thought his cock was going to be ripped off by how tightly Sirius’s hole was gripping him. He’d tried to bring it up only an hour later after they’d both come down, but Sirius was so embarrassed that he couldn’t even speak. It had taken another few attempts to get Sirius to admit that he loved the idea of Remus putting a collar around his neck as if he owned him. 

They’d had many collars over the years after that, but Sirius never lost that delightful look of humiliation every time Remus locked a collar into place. 

The second prize came from a little piece of truth that Remus had known about Sirius since the first day he’d met him, and that was that Sirius loved pet names. Remus hadn’t known this consciously, but he could see the way he lit up when James would call him a nickname, and he just knew. 

Remus made liberal use of these pet names during their relationship, the more endearing or mocking the better. When they weren’t having sex, Sirius loved being called sweetheart, darling, and baby. He was a bit embarrassed about it at first, but Remus could see the way Sirius melted the moment those words left his mouth. 

When they were having sex, Sirius loved to be called pet, pup, or puppy, and — Remus’s favorite — baby boy . It had started as ‘pretty boy,’ a name Remus always spoke with a little mocking in his tone, just enough to make Sirius blush, but one time ‘baby boy’ had slipped out instead and Sirius, as if to hide his reaction, had dropped to his knees and swallowed Remus down to the root. 

Remus hadn’t interrupted him, had let him suck him off until he was weak in the knees, but he’d tucked that information away for later. He didn’t use it right away, just the collar secret, it was probably another month or so before he let that pet name slip out. Sirius had been riding him when he’d done it and Remus got to watch as Sirius squeaked in surprise and came almost instantly. 

He started peppering it into their dirty talk, he didn’t want to overuse it, but he loved the way that Sirius reacted when he did use it. Remus loved the power his words had over Sirius, it was intoxicating. However, he’d thought that would be the end of it, just a few jolting reactions from Sirius and that was all. Until one night two evenings before a full moon. 

Remus had Sirius bent over the back of their couch, his legs spread and his fists clenched in the couch cushions. Remus was always rougher before the full moon, more aggressive, and his refraction time was cut down to only a few minutes. Sirius always said he loved it, even if he was left bruised and sore for a few days. 

This time was no different. They'd already been at it for a few hours, in more than one room of their flat, but Remus was showing no sign of slowing down. Sirius, as he was wont to do, started whimpering when Remus hit just the right angle and he tried to pull away. Not that he had anywhere to go, given the way he was pinned to the couch. 

“Where do you think you’re going, baby boy?” Remus said, leaning over him so he could growl it in his ear. 

“Ah — ah — Da—” Sirius abruptly cut off as he bit harshly into his forearm. He was always a biter, so this wasn’t a surprise, but Remus was lucky. He had the perfect view of Sirius’s face from the angle he was leaning and so he got to bear witness to the way Sirius’s eyes widened in panic. 

“What was that?” Remus asked, his voice low and sultry, unaffected by the way he was thrusting into him. 

Sirius shook his head frantically, squeezing his eyes shut. Remus pulled back slightly and grabbed both of Sirius’s arms, wrenching them behind him so that he couldn’t bite down. 

“What did you say?” Remus asked again. He leaned back a bit more, pulling on Sirius’s arms tightly so that he had to lift up from the couch. His hips were still working furiously, impaling him over and over again. 

“Nothing,” Sirius said breathlessly. “I didn’t —”

Remus put both of Sirius’s wrists into one of his hands and used the other to grip Sirius’s hair right at the scalp. “Don’t lie,” he said fiercely. Sirius whimpered again, his eyes hazy and lost. “Say it again.”

Sirius swallowed, biting harshly on his bottom lip. Remus pulled his hair just a bit tighter, he knew it must have hurt from the way Sirius trembled slightly. 

“Say it again.”

“Daddy,” he panted. Remus’s tilted his head back with a groan and finished, painting Sirius’s insides. He didn’t bring it up again until they were tucked into bed later, Sirius dozing against his shoulder. He could tell that he wasn’t asleep yet, his breathing not quite as deep as it could be, so he didn’t feel bad waking him. 

“So daddy, huh?” he said. 

He felt Sirius tense, and he reflexively reached out and started rubbing the back of his neck comfortingly. 

“Please don’t make fun of me,” Sirius said helplessly, mumbling it against Remus’s bare skin. He was always soft after they finished shagging, especially when it had gone on for so long. 

“I won’t, baby,” Remus said in a hushed whisper. He pressed a kiss to Sirius’s forehead. “I was just surprised.”

“I won’t do it again,” he mumbled. 

“Why not?” Remus asked, genuine disappointment simmering in his gut. 

“You don’t like it.” 

Remus couldn't help the barking laugh he let out, so loud that it made Sirius jump in surprise. “What made you think I didn’t like it? Was it me finishing the moment you said it?” He heard Sirius’s muffle laugh and it propelled him forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll be your daddy any day of the week.” 

Sirius blushed so hard that his ears and neck were bright red. “You’re such a dick,” he said, shoving away, but he was laughing and that’s more than enough for Remus. He followed Sirius as he moved back, already imagining that word slipping from his mouth. 

“You don’t want to call me that?” he said in a deep voice. “Are you sure?” 

“Oh no,” Sirius said, chuckling, but he wasn’t looking at Remus anymore, he was looking down at his cock that was growing hard and heavy between his legs. “Keep that thing away from me. I’m never going to be able to walk again if I have to take that one more time.” 

Remus laughed once, then lunged, pinning Sirius to the bed and, indeed, taking him one more time. Sirius was shaking by the time he was finished, Remus kissing down the side of his face and neck. Sirius mumbled something tiredly.

“What’s that, love?” Remus asked. 

“Stop it, Daddy. Trying to sleep.” He smiled as he said it, a little mischievous grin, and Remus couldn’t help but smile back, curling around him to sleep. After that night, Daddy had drifted into their play periodically. Remus never thought he’d be the kind of man to enjoy it, but it turned out that he did. Sirius seemed to love it even more. 

The third prize — and by far the hardest to gain — came from a discovery Sirius made while in the muggle world with his brother. They didn’t often spend time just the two of them, Sirius claimed it was because Regulus was still an ‘annoying prick’ but Remus knew that it was really because Sirius still struggled with his guilt over leaving his brother to fend for himself. Regulus had long since forgiven him, but at the same time, he seemed to enjoy watching Sirius drown a bit. Regardless, he was out with Regulus, under James’s advisement, and came back with the most fantastical story about a club they’d happened upon. 

“You should have seen the people entering that club,” Sirius said with a small, helpless giggle, his eyes twinkling with entertainment. 

“What about them?” Remus asked. He was only half listening, but the moment he noticed Sirius swallow, his cheeks growing red, he turned his full attention on him. 

“They were… dressed up,” Sirius said, hissing it like it was a dirty secret. Remus could only imagine what that meant, but given the way Sirius’s eyes glittered, he thought it must have been quite a show. 

“What do you mean?” Remus asked when Sirius didn't continue speaking. 

“One of them was even on a — a —” He bit his lip. Remus loved it when he got a bit shy, there was nothing more enticing. 

“A what?” 

“A leash,” Sirius whispered. Remus’s eyebrows climbed halfway up his forehead. 

“Is that so?” Remus asked. “That interested you, did it?” They hadn’t introduced a leash into the bedroom, even with all the collars Remus had purchased, but he wondered if he should finally invest in one — if only to walk Sirius around their living room. 

“They were doing it in public!” Sirius practically shouted, but there was a small smile on his lips that banished any potential judgment Sirius might hold for the random muggles in his story. 

“Well, it sounds like they were headed somewhere where that’s completely normal.” 

Sirius was quiet for a long time, but Remus didn’t pressure him to say anything. He always knew when Sirius needed a moment to think, to work something out in his head so that he didn’t say something wrong. Although he was dreadfully curious. He’d heard of sex clubs before, mostly rumors of them spread around in hushed voices in the muggle village he grew up in, but still, he’d at least heard of them. They were completely new to Sirius though, and Remus had to let him work it out for himself. 

“It’s just interesting is all,” Sirius finally settled on with a half-hearted shrug. 

“You don’t want to check it out?” Remus asked. 

“Check what out?” 

“The club you were just telling me about, what else?”

“Do you want to check it out?” Sirius asked. 

“Sure,” Remus said easily. He made sure not to blink when he said it. He knew that his eyes unnerved Sirius when he watched him without blinking. Sirius froze for a split second before shaking off whatever feeling he was consumed with. 

“Pervert,” he said with a mean snicker.

Remus may or may not have made him pay for that comment, but later he opted to visit the club Sirius was mentioning on his own. It wasn't that he was intending to do anything, or that he was looking for someone — Merlin, no, — it was just that he knew Sirius would never set foot in the place, even if he wanted to, unless Remus felt comfortable doing it first. 

It was an odd thing about their relationship, even when they’d just been friends before romantic love and sex had entered the picture. Sirius was bold and daring, he would try almost anything. He had no survival skills at all. Yet there were certain lines he couldn’t cross on his own. Remus thought it had something to do with his oddly restrictive childhood. It was like his brain would freeze up when he was met with a certain challenge, and he wouldn’t be able to go after what he wanted unless there was someone there to tell him it was okay. 

For instance, Sirius always loved Quidditch, he loved watching Quidditch, he loved talking about Quidditch, and he loved playing Quidditch. But in second year, when James had brought up the idea of him and Sirius trying out for the house team together, Sirius had simply laughed off the idea and then avoided James for a few hours. James pestered him the entire year, and the one after that, but Sirius would never budge on it. 

James had made the team in third year, a feat for anyone, but especially a Chaser, and when fourth year rolled around, he asked again for Sirius to join him. Sirius said no, or really he said nothing, changed the subject, or danced away from the conversation as quickly as he could, but something was different that year. Remus was paying attention. 

He’d always paid attention to Sirius, from the first day he’d met him, but by fourth year, Remus’s crush was in full swing and he watched every single reaction that Sirius had to anyone else — especially James since that was the year Remus was convinced that if Sirius was gay, and that was a big if, then he would probably be into James and not Remus. 

Regardless, Remus had watched Sirius swallow, he’d watched him blink hard and look away, his eyes crinkling with pain for only a second before the expression vanished. He didn't know what that all meant, but he’d cataloged those responses and decided that the only thing to do was to try out as well. Or at least pretend like he was going to. Remus found Quidditch a bit dull, and he hated being on a broom for more than ten minutes, but he thought that if he spent the week preparing to try out, that Sirius might feel more comfortable trying as well. 

Sometimes he thought that Sirius had a problem matching up to James. Not because James was better than him, but just because Sirius believed that to be the truth. Now that they were well into adulthood, Remus knew that was how Sirius felt. Sirius always struggled a bit having a friend like James, he saw him as perfect, as someone who could do no wrong, even when he started dating Regulus. Any part of himself that he thought didn’t match up to James wasn’t worth investing in. 

James had nothing to do with Sirius’s desire to go to a sex club — thankfully — but the feeling was similar. Sirius was interested in it, he wanted it, but he couldn’t say that. For whatever reason, he didn’t see himself as complete enough, as good enough, to ask for it. Remus had to pave the way, then he could reach back and if Sirius was ready, he would grab his hand and follow suit. 

Remus didn’t mind. Though he struggled to ask for things for himself, he would walk across broken glass if he knew it would help Sirius. 

So he went to the muggle sex club alone. He’d been nervous the first night that he’d gone, prepared with a wand in his pocket to make a quick exit if anything made him too uncomfortable. 

He didn’t feel uncomfortable though, in fact, he felt perfectly at ease. The club was well-decorated, clean, and welcoming. Deep, bass-heavy music played in the background, lulling him into a place of solace as he wandered over to the bar. He’d been hit on more than a few times that night, by both men and women, but of course, he’d politely refused. He understood why he might draw the eye, tall and lanky with glowing amber eyes that made him look like a permanent predator — or so Sirius told him. For a group of people looking to own or be owned, Remus was an ideal pick.

He didn’t want to cause Sirius pain, at least not any he didn’t ask for, so he left the curious eyes out of it when he told Sirius what he’d done. Sirius couldn’t believe it, his face blanching then turning bright red an instant later. 

“That’s insane, Moony. I can’t — I cannot believe you —” Sirius had said, stumbling over his words, embarrassed and overwhelmed. Almost no one knew the way Sirius could turn into a whimpering, nervous wreck, only Remus got to know that, and he enjoyed watching the man so many people thought was perfect, cool, and collected turn into a puddle without so much as being touched. 

He went three times more by himself, enjoying the shows that were periodically put on and drinking lazily at the bar while he talked to some of the other members. Each time he would return home and tell Sirius, in detail, what he’d seen and what everyone had said. He would make Sirius sit at the kitchen table as he told him. He couldn’t help it, he loved the way Sirius started squirming in his seat. 

It was much hotter than if he did it on the couch probably because it felt so much more perverse to do in the same place where they shared domestic meals. The hardwood on the seat beneath Sirius’s shifting thighs was like a promise of what was to come. 

“I can’t believe you’re going there. Don’t you think it’s weird?” Sirius had asked, whispering the words like he was confessing a sin. Remus could hear the real question, the one that lay just below the words Sirius could barely mutter: do you think I’m weird ? 

The answer to that was a firm and resounding no. Remus did not think Sirius was weird. In fact, he understood more and more why Sirius was so interested and scandalized by the muggle sex club. He described in detail the paddling display he’d witnessed, watching carefully for any signs of jealousy — there weren’t any thankfully — and getting to enjoy the way Sirius's face burned from his hairline all the way to the collar of his shirt. 

“She didn’t even look nervous,” Remus had said. “She just bent over and let him spank her.”

“In front of everyone?” Sirius had asked, his eyes wide. Others thought Sirius was so sharp, all edges and dark corners, but Remus knew the truth, the real Sirius. He was an innocent little puppy, anxious about anything he didn't understand, but adventurous to his core. H

He was scared, but he was also so brave. Remus’s perfect brave boy. 

They finally went to the club together two months after Remus had started going on his own. Sirius was so nervous that his hands were shaking, but when Remus intertwined their fingers, Sirius just smiled softly and trailed after him into the unknown. 

It was a calmer night at the club, Remus had gathered enough information about the place to understand the general vibes each night and he’d specifically chosen one where Sirius wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. For a man who seemed to thrive on attention, he could be easily overstimulated in the wrong situations. Remus tried to watch out for it. 

“Do you want a drink?” Remus asked, his voice a low rumble. He was sure that Sirius could feel it coming out of his chest, his back resting against Remus like he wasn’t capable of standing on his own. 

It took a beat to respond like he didn’t catch the question at first, but then he slowly nodded. Remus could see his bright eyes darting around the room, taking everything in as a jumble of information. He led him over to the bar and ordered them drinks, letting Sirius settle into one of the seats so that he wouldn’t feel like he was stuck in the middle of anything he didn’t want to be stuck in. 

It was immediately obvious that, despite the relatively empty club, Sirius was drawing the attention of more than a few people. Remus could practically feel their eyes dancing along Sirius’s skin. It made him a bit itchy, but he shoved the feeling away. He had no reason to be jealous that night. Sirius had come with him, and he would leave with him. He wasn’t worried. 

Sirius, however, seemed unaware of the people watching him. His cheeks were lightly pink as if just the idea of being inside a sex club turned him on. Remus wouldn’t be surprised if it did. But he hadn’t settled on any one thing in the room yet, and he seemed to be glancing passed the other patrons. Remus didn’t know if it was because there was too much other stuff for him to look at or if he was a bit intimidated by the kind of clientele that this place pulled in. 

They didn’t stay long, and no one came to talk to them. Remus could see that more than a handful of them wanted to, but they seemed a bit wary of Remus, looming over Sirius like a terrible omen, ready to strike out and destroy anyone that dared to touch him. They watched one show — something relatively tame, at least Remus thought it was tame. In all honesty, he wasn’t watching it, too busy watching Sirius’s reactions to care. 

After they headed back to their flat, Remus didn’t even have time to ask Sirius how he felt about the whole ordeal before Sirius was shucking off his clothing and dragging Remus to bed. When they were slick and panting an hour later, Remus pulled Sirius up against his chest, nosing at his hairline, and held on as tightly as he could without causing pain before asking, “Well?” 

Sirius tensed instantly and Remus could already tell that if his grip was looser then Sirius would run. It was a good thing he knew to plan ahead. 

“What did you think?” he asked, another simple prompt. He kept his voice neutral. 

It took a bit of coaxing, but he eventually got Sirius to confess. The words were all strung together in one long sentence, and he sounded out of breath by the end, but he let the words out and Remus was just happy to revel in them. 

They went back a week and a half later, then again a week after that, and though Sirius got more comfortable, he never said he wanted to engage in anything and he never brought up the other people watching him. Once Sirius left to use the loo and while he was gone a young woman came up to ask Remus about their dynamic and if either of them were single. He turned her down gently, but it got the cogs turning in his head. 

He let Sirius bide his time, let him settle in until eventually, he realized that Sirius was never going to be able to take that next jump. He wouldn’t bring it up. So Remus had to. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to be the one putting on a show?” Remus asked one night. They hadn’t had sex yet, Sirius was still hard against his hip and Remus reached down to leisurely stroke him as he spoke, just enough to relax him a bit, to pull the tension out that Remus knew would make an appearance. 

“Ah — ah — no, Moony,” he whispered breathlessly. 

“No?” Remus asked curiously. There was a bright blush spreading down Sirius’s neck, usually a key indicator that he was thinking pleasantly about something. 

Sirius shook his head. “I don’t want that many people watching me,” he said. He gripped Remus’s shoulder tightly, his back arching off the bed for a second before he relaxed back down. 

“Oh, I see,” Remus said. “So just a few then.” 

It was a short conversation and they got lost in each other shortly after that, but it was enough for Remus to find a trail to follow. And follow it he did. There were other conversations, other deliciously painful nights at their dining table when Remus forced Sirius to tell him exactly what he wanted. Then there was the planning, the evenings Remus spent elaborating on what Sirius was okay with, shifting it into something unexpected — that was a key element for Sirius, he needed to be surprised — and forming it into something that Remus could mentally relive for the rest of his life. 

He made sure their calendars were clear, and then he set his mark. 

Remus trapped Sirius the moment he walked in the front door once he was back from a day out with James. He loved to subtly trick Sirius into things, to lead him in the wrong direction, it always made it easier to pull the rug out from him. Sending him out for a spa and shopping day with his best friend was an easy distraction. 

James had been told in no uncertain terms that Sirius would probably thank him if he was talked into getting a wax before he came home that day. James was always a good sport about their sexual nonsense. He didn’t mind hearing about it, and after their many years of pranking together, he was more than happy to fall back into cahoots with Remus, especially if it meant Sirius would be happy. 

He told James to be subtle about everything though, it wouldn’t do to clue Sirius into what was coming for him. Based on the way that Sirius’s eyes widened when he spotted Remus waiting for him, he figured that James had succeeded in his subtlety. Sirius had barely closed the door with his heel before Remus was shoving him up against the wall and gripping him tightly around the waist. Sirius managed to make one sound of confusion before Remus apparated them away.

He brought them right to the private room he’d rented. It was a complicated thing, doing this as wizards at a muggle establishment, mostly because Remus wasn’t used to interacting with so many muggles, but he’d managed to figure it out. He told them that he and Sirius would need a few hours alone in the room, so they thought he was already inside. He didn’t want to walk through the front door with Sirius, it was better to just arrive. 

Sirius was putty in his hands when they arrived. He stumbled just a bit, the surprise of being side-alonged a bit much for him, but Remus was quick to distract him. They stood in the center of the room, Remus lavishing long, slow kisses against his lips. Sirius leaned heavily against his chest, gripping onto his waist like he might slide to the floor if he didn’t hold himself up. 

Remus took his time stripping the clothes off of Sirius’s body. He could have just vanished them, but what was the fun in that? Besides, Sirius loved being undressed. He once drunkenly confessed that it made him feel like a birthday gift as if Remus’s presumed anticipation made him valuable, made him something special.

“You’re always special to me, no matter how you get naked,” Remus had replied. Sirius had just grinned.

So he didn’t always undress him slowly, unwrapping him like a gift, but when he had something special planned, he made sure to take his time. He understood what Sirius meant at least. The anticipation of having a naked Sirius in front of him was alluring, sometimes more alluring than if he was stripped down the second Remus wanted him to be. Although, that also had its benefits. The small sound of surprise Sirius would make when he looked down to find himself with clothes was a strong contender. 

Regardless, he took his time now, not giving Sirius a moment to let his mind wander, kissing him and nibbling down his neck, brushing his fingers across Sirius’s sensitive nipples, squeezing his arse. It was all to keep Sirius consumed by sensations. He wanted him soft and pliant. 

When Sirius was finally naked, he began to tug at Remus’s clothes, humming quietly like that was enough to convince him to undress. Remus grabbed both of his wrists and dragged them behind Sirius’s back, clasping one hand around them so he could them right against his lower back. Sirius made a sound of protest which Remus ignored. 

Having him pinned in his arms was like wrangling a wild animal. Though Sirius submitted to him willingly, it always filled Remus with a sense of triumph and success. There was an undeniable pride there that flamed the fires of his ego. Sirius, the magically powerful, spitfire of a man, reduced to a moaning, shivering mess by a few touches and kisses. 

It was delightful, and despite his aching cock, he would have been happy to spend the evening doing just that, but Remus had plans and he wasn’t about to diverge from them. 

“I have a gift for you,” Remus said. Sirius looked up at him with dazed eyes, a gentle smile on his lips. 

“I love gifts,” he said nonsensically. Remus’s smile widened. 

“I know you do. Stand still.” 

He dropped his hands from Sirius’s body, watching him carefully as he did. Sirius stood frozen, his body locking into place once Remus gave direction. Remus smiled triumphantly, then reached into his back pocket to pull out the collar he’d purchased specifically for this night. It was black leather, like most of them, but it had letters branded into it, brushed over with silver paint that glittered in the lights. 

He held it out for Sirius to see. Sirius’s eyes danced across it quickly. Remus caught the exact moment that Sirius read the words: Property of Remus Lupin . Sirius’s face burned bright red, his eyes glinting with arousal and humiliation. He didn’t say anything, but he quickly dropped one of his hands from behind his back and reached up, collecting his hair into one hand so he could lift it away from his neck. 

The wolf inside Remus howled victoriously seeing Sirius bear his neck. He was sure his grin was all teeth. He buckled the collar around Sirius’s neck quickly, careful to make sure it wouldn’t be too tight. Seeing his name decorating Sirius’s skin was almost too much. He grabbed Sirius by the chin and dragged him forward, kissing him roughly, all teeth and tongue. Sirius melted beneath him, drifting down into a place of submission that he only really reached when Remus collared him. 

“Close your eyes,” Remus whispered against his lips. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving with it. 

“They’re already closed,” Sirius replied, mirth in his voice. Remus pinched his hip. 

“Don’t sass me. Keep them closed.” 

Sirius laughed. “Okay,” he replied. “I’ll keep them closed.” He spun Sirius around rapidly, hearing a small oof spill out of his lips, but caught him before he could fall. He was quick to move him, walking him forward with his chest pressed against Sirius’s back, and leading toward the pillory he’d bought for this specific purpose. 

It was all black, cushioned where Sirius’s neck and wrists would go, and enchanted to clean automatically so no matter how much he sweated, it wouldn’t get too slick. When Sirius was right in front of it, he placed a strong hand against the back of Sirius’s neck and slowly pushed him forward, holding onto his hip to keep him in place.

Sirius obeyed, moving just as slowly and carefully as Remus wanted. When the front of his neck touched the padded leather, he gasped. 

“Moony?” he breathed. 

“Hush,” Remus replied. Sirius made an annoyed noise but didn’t argue. “Stay.” He lifted his hand away from Sirius’s neck, watching to see if Sirius would disobey him, but he didn’t move. He touched both of his shoulders, massaging them for a moment before he dragged them down his arms until he reached his wrists, circling them gently and placing them, one at a time, onto the indents. 

He carefully brushed his hair out of the way. The top part of the pillory wasn’t tight, not like a real pillory would have been, but he still wanted to be careful that it didn’t pinch or rip out any stray hairs. He wasn't trying to cause unnecessary pain. 

Once he locked the pillory in place, he leaned around to the front to check on Sirius, finding that his eyes were still closed. His face was relaxed, not even his eyebrows were furrowed. 

“Okay?” he whispered, just to be careful. 

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed. Remus tugged on the top of Sirius’s ear fondly, then got back to work. He took his time, walking across the soft floor to grab the item he’d purchased for the event. He’d had to look for the perfect one then reinforce it with magic. It was an extendable spreader bar, with two leather cuffs attached to the end.

He wondered how Sirius would respond to it. Remus was sure that Sirius had never seen an item quite like it before. He could be adventurous, but Remus was doubtful that he was doing research on his own. He carried it carefully back, doing his best not to rattle it around too much. He didn’t want Sirius to hear him coming. 

He kneeled behind one of Sirius’s legs, they were already spread. There wasn’t a real reason that he needed to attach a spreader bar to them, yet he couldn’t deny the way it made arousal pool in his stomach when he imagined Sirius’s surprise at what was to come and the way he would instinctively try to close his legs, only to discover that he couldn’t.

He placed one kiss where Sirius’s arse met the top of his thigh, hearing a muffled noise of surprise come from the other side of the pillory. He kissed down the length of Sirius’s thigh, just tiny presses of his lips against Sirius’s skin. His hair grew thicker the lower he got, the hair on Sirius’s calves thicker than most other parts of his body. 

With steady hands, he locked one cuff around Sirius’s ankle, placing one last kiss against his thigh before he shifted over, giving the same attention to Sirius’s other leg. There was something otherworldly about spending so much time devoting unhurried attentiveness to parts of Sirius’s body that were so often neglected in their regular sex life. 

He wanted him to feel wrecked by the end of the night, he wanted to bring out every sexual desire he could, dragging them to the surface so he could lay his eyes upon them, but more than that, he wanted Sirius to feel cared for. He wanted him to feel held, to feel important, like something holy, something worthy of worship and adoration. 

When they were young, people used to complain to Remus about how full of himself Sirius was, but Remus always refused to hear it. It wasn’t until he got older that he understood why it upset him so much. Sirius wasn’t full of himself, he didn’t feel like he was better than other people, he felt like he was worse, like he was less. Remus couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t fair that someone who had made him feel like a person for the first time in his life would think so poorly of himself. 

So he was diligent. He was meticulous. And Sirius, locked away and unable to hide, had no choice but to take it. 

He locked his second ankle into the spreader bar. It was a few inches wider than Sirius was already standing, and he could feel the way Sirius's muscles twitched when Remus forced his legs apart. He’d been so focused on his legs, that he’d ignored the hard and dripping cock that hung heavy between Sirius's forcibly spread legs. It looked almost painful, the tip a deep purple, his bollocks pulled up tight to his body like he would come the moment he was touched. 

Remus smirked. He almost wanted to give him some relief, to circle his fingers around Sirius’s thick cock, but he resisted. There was a deviousness inside him that he couldn’t deny, the feeling that he wanted Sirius to spend the night untouched. Besides, Remus was sure he would finish enough as it was. 

His eyes drifted up away from Sirius’s cock, settling on the furled hole nestled between his cheeks. He was hairless there, as he always preferred to be. Remus didn’t mind either way, he never removed any of his own body hair, but Sirius was always the more particular of the two of them. 

His hole looked tightly closed, it had been a few days since they’d done anything of interest. Remus had been mostly using his mouth, always making sure that Sirius was satisfied, but hopefully unquestioning of why he wouldn’t fuck him. He couldn’t deny himself any longer, without touching Sirius with either of his hands, Remus stuck his tongue out and licked a broad stripe from the very back of Sirius’s bollocks up to his hole. 

Sirius made a high-pitched noise through his teeth, one that Remus reveled in. His legs shook slightly, Remus had barely done anything, and he was already trembling. That fact filled him with so much delight that he had to swallow a moan of his own. 

He licked Sirius again, and again, and again. Each time slower than the last, giving him a few seconds of being untouched in between. After that, he went to work. He wanted to devour Sirius, he wanted to eat him whole, but he would have to settle for this. He finally touched his thighs as he worked his tongue against the hole, working it over carefully as Sirius became more and more relaxed. His fingers drifted up and down the front of Sirius’s thigh, just enough to give him another sensation to fill his head. 

Sirius was quick to concede to him, his hole loosening rapidly each time Remus pressed the tip of his tongue in. Sirius tasted clean, just as he knew he would, but there was still a flavor to his skin that was so quintessentially Sirius that it made him growl hungrily, the noise made unconsciously. 

Sirius whimpered. “Can I come?” he asked. 

“You’re welcome to, but I’d advise against it,” Remus said vaguely. Sirius whimpered again, pushing up onto his toes for one second before settling back down. Remus went back to work without another word, he knew it must have been overwhelming. He could see sweat breaking out across Sirius’s back, and his cock was kicking so frequently that he must have been purposefully holding himself back. 

He was surprised that he didn’t come, if he was honest, as he spent more than ten minutes working his tongue as deeply inside Sirius as he possibly could. His hole was loose now, softened like melted butter, and hopefully, prepared for what was to come. He thought about working a few fingers into him, but he decided against it. Sirius didn’t like too much prep, and Remus had already spent so much time on it.  

He settled back onto his heels just to look at Sirius for a bit, just to take him in. He was shivering slightly, just every few seconds or so, and Remus knew he must have been going crazy. He could just imagine the look on his face. He stood slowly, his legs and knees aching from kneeling for so long, and prowled around to the other side of the pillory. Sirius’s head was bowed, his hair wet with sweat as it fell in front of his face. 

He tucked it behind Sirius’s ears so that he could get a good look at his face. His cheeks were so red that he looked like he’d been sunburnt. His eyes were watery, though no tears had fallen yet. His bottom lip looked like Sirius had been gnawing at it, red and puffy. He bent at the waist, cupping Sirius's face gingerly, and placed a sweet kiss against his lips. 

“Moony,” Sirius mumbled against him. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Sirius to start speaking exclusively in Remus’s name, but Remus wasn't quite satisfied. He gripped Sirius’s hair, right at the root, just tight enough to cause a sting of pain. Sirius gasped. 

“What’s my name?”

“Remus?” he said, his face bewildered. 

Remus tutted disappointingly, Sirius frowned. He placed his lips right against his ear as he whispered, “No, baby boy. What do you call me?”

He pulled back just in time to watch Sirius’s face fill with embarrassment, just enough awareness coming back into his eyes for Remus to know he could feel every sting of humiliation. He raised his eyebrows challengingly, keeping his face blank otherwise. Sirius swallowed harshly, then swallowed again. 

He opened his mouth at a glacial pace and whispered, “Daddy.” His eyes were squeezed shut the moment the word was out of his mouth, his face filled with mortification that Remus couldn’t help but relish in. 

“Good boy,” he replied, then straightened to his full height. For the first time, he noticed how uncomfortable he was, his hard cock trapped in the confines of his trousers. He backed up a few steps, the back of his knees colliding with the couch. It was perfectly lined up so that he could see Sirius trapped in the pillory, as well as the door behind him. 

He sat down slowly, Sirius tracking his movements the whole time, and unbuttoned his trousers so he could pull out his cock. He didn’t remove any of this clothing, not even his shoes. He wanted Sirius to really feel how naked he was, how vulnerable. He dragged his hand up his cock three times, just to get a bit of relief, before reaching over to a remote he’d been careful to leave just out of sight, tucked into the couch cushions. 

He smirked at Sirius whose eyebrows furrowed questioningly, then pressed the top button on the remote. He didn’t know much about muggle items, but he’d been talked into using this item by one of the people who worked for the club. It was connected to a light on the opposite of the door, one that would turn on when he pressed the button. 

Only a few empty seconds passed before the door opened. He didn’t look away from Sirius’s face, he already knew who was entering, he’d had several conversations with several different people weeks before. He didn’t care about them, he only cared about Sirius. 

Sirius froze when he heard the door, tensing up. His eyes widened with fear, nervousness evident in his features. Remus only smiled, gripping himself a little tighter. The muggle man was partially clothed, wearing an undershirt and pants, but he dropped his pants as he walked toward Sirius, ripping his shirt over his head right as he reached him. 

Remus looked away from him, watching Sirius as the man placed one hand against Sirius's backside. Just as Remus predicted, Sirius panicked when he felt the man touch him and he instinctively tried to close his legs. Realization filled his face when he realized the spreader bar was keeping them open, holding him in a position where he was completely vulnerable to anyone who walked in the room. Only Remus could help him, and Sirius seemed to realize that that wasn’t going to happen. 

Sirius had never had sex with someone other than Remus. Not ever. He hadn’t even been attracted to anyone else, though he never advertised that fact. He used to feel like there was something wrong with him when he would hear his friends talk about their crushes, it wasn’t until he started feeling that way about Remus that he understood. He’d never wavered in that. 

He couldn’t say where the fantasy of shagging other people while Remus watched came from, but he was almost certain that it had nothing to do with the ‘other people’ of it all, and a lot more to do with the fact that Remus would have control. 

Remus sitting stretched out on the couch, lazily working his hand up and down his cock like he couldn’t be bothered to come while he watched Sirius was unbelievably hot. If he was free, Sirius would crawl on his knees to him, nestle himself between his spread legs, and beg to suck his cock. He’d be mortified by it, sure, but he would still do it. 

He did panic for a moment when the door opened, thinking that maybe it was unplanned, that it was someone who worked there or someone who wasn’t supposed to enter, but Remus didn’t so much as glance up, so he relaxed. He was on display he realized, Remus had put him in a perfect position that anyone who walked in would get an eyeful of Sirius's arse. 

He jumped slightly when he felt a man’s fingers brush over his lower back. His touch was light, but Sirius could feel thick calluses marring his fingertips. He pulled away for a split second before he began kneading both of his arsecheeks. Sirius felt like every thought in his head was slowly turning into a low buzz. He was nervous and maybe a bit excited, but he couldn’t be sure of his own feelings. 

Instead of trying to figure it out, he kept his eyes glued to Remus. Remus stared back, a tiny smile stretching across his lips, his eyes dancing with laughter like what he was about to watch was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. 

The man slapped one of Sirius’s cheeks lightly and he jumped again in surprise. Remus’s smile grew slightly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting next, but when he felt something blunt and much larger than a finger nudge against his hole, he tensed. 

Relax , Remus mouthed. Sirius’s eyes widened for a second before he squeezed them closed just in time to feel another man’s cock enter him. There was a pinch of pain that made him suck in a breath, but the man was moving very slowly, only the head of his cock pushing passed his tight ring of muscles. The cock was covered in slippery lube at least. 

Someone else was fucking him, someone other than Remus. A flash of panic shot through him as quick as a spell, but all he had to do was open his eyes and look at Remus — his mouth hanging open just slightly, his eyes doused in intense fervor — to calm down. Remus was with him, he was watching, and more than that, he was enjoying it and Sirius would do just about anything if Remus enjoyed it. 

In his moment of distraction, when he’d finally unclenched enough that he wasn’t at risk of experiencing too much pain, the stranger had finally managed to thrust all the way in. He was smaller than Remus though that wasn’t a surprise. Based on his limited experience, and the few stray cocks he’d seen in the Quidditch changing room, he knew that Remus was likely well above average.

Still, despite his smaller size, Sirius felt like he was large. It had been a few days since Remus had been inside him. Likely for this exact reason, he realized. And the stretch was more than he’d have expected. He could feel the man’s hip bones jutting into the flesh of his arse as he slowly circled his hips. His thumbs were rubbing into the dips in his lower back, in a way that Remus’s often did. It was so… real. It wasn't just a random machine or a spell, it was a man . A real, flesh and blood man. 

Remus tilted his head, there was a question in his eyes as he looked at Sirius, but he didn’t seem worried. He just looked curious. Sirius wondered what Remus saw on his face. 

The man behind him, up until that point, had been mostly still despite his slight hip movement, but without warning, he pulled back and thrust in harshly. Sirius gasped as the man’s cock angled right for his prostate. His eyes opened widely, a yelping noise escaping him. The man did it again, then once more. 

“Good?” Remus asked. Sirius had just enough wherewithal to recognize that he wasn’t asking whether Sirius was good, but whether it felt good. 

“Yes,” he breathed, his words dripping from his mouth like a honey, spilling out of him like they'd been forced by the cock inside him. 

Remus’s eyebrow twitched. “Yes, what?” 

Not this again, Sirius thought instantly, though only because of the way his thoughts fizzled to nothing but concupiscence, mortification, and lustful shame all tangled in to make him feel like a little toy, a decoration for Remus’s entertainment. 

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered. Remus smirked — all sharp edges and mocking humor. The man behind him must have heard the exchange, because he chuckled softly, something deep and rich. The humiliation was too much, Sirius was overwhelmed by it. Without the man even having to move, Sirius came. 

It rolled through him like he was being hit by a train. He could vaguely hear the man behind him moaning as he tightened around him, but it was nearly inaudible over the moan Sirius let out. He’d been keeping himself from coming and the loss of control was almost too much to handle. He panted heavily, trying to regain feeling in his toes, when the man recovered from Sirius’s orgasm and finally, began working himself inside him consistently — over and over and over and over. 

Sirius cried out, overstimulation making his body sweat and shake uncontrollably. 

“Ah — ah — please — ” He didn't know what he was begging for, wasn’t sure what he could possibly need. When he finally remembered to look back over at Remus, he found that Remus was gripping the base of his cock tightly like he was trying not to come. “Daddy,” he groaned, his voice almost a whine at the very end of the word. 

Remus threw his head back for a moment, a choked-off moan slipping through his tightly closed lips. He didn’t even get a chance to soften before he could feel himself getting hard again. Remus nearly losing control was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. Fuck, he wanted Remus in his mouth, or in his arse, or just touching him.

“Daddy, please,” he begged, the shame over the word chased out by every other sensation he felt.  “Daddy, touch me.”

Remus glanced back down at him, but he took a deep steadying breath and started working his hand up and down his cock again, twisting his fist over his head each time he reached it. 

“It’s not my turn, baby,” he replied, his voice deeper than Sirius had ever heard. “Be a good boy.” 

Sirius’s hole clenched tightly, painfully so, but the man behind him didn’t slow. He stayed steady, powerful thrusts working in and out of Sirius like it was his job. For the first time, he wondered if he knew the man. Would Remus find someone in their personal life who wanted to fuck Sirius? Or would he pick a stranger? It must have been a muggle, that was the only thing that made sense. He’d always known Remus to be jealous, he couldn’t believe that he was letting this happen. Not that he was complaining. 

He felt consumed, he felt owned. There was something so naughty about it, a pureblood wizard trapped in a pillory while a muggle takes him all so a half-blood werewolf could watch them. What would his parents think? What would the ancestors of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black think? The thought of their scandalized reactions caused another wave of shame and lust to crash into him. 

“So tight,” the man behind him said, his voice was so deep, Sirius could almost feel it through his dick. 

He didn’t even realize he was fully hard again until the man abruptly sped up, his thrusts growing irregular. He was battering Sirius so perfectly that Sirius was squirming in his hands. If he wasn’t locked in place, then he would have slipped right out of his palms. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” the man chanted like he was summoning a deity. Sirius had only a second to react before he felt warmth spread inside him. His eyes widened until they were nearly bulging out of his head. Remus’s face kept him from speaking, locked his protests away so that his animal nature could run free. 

Remus looked like he was seconds away from pouncing on him as if Sirius was a tiny rabbit meant to be hunted down as prey. If he was Padfoot, he would have crawled low to the ground, protecting his belly, and tucked his nose between his paws. 

Except there was something else in those golden eyes, an elation, a hunger that would eventually be satisfied, anticipation in its purest form. Sirius was the beloved turning to run from his lover, he was to be chased, caught, and consumed. Though Remus had caught him long ago, allowing other men to take him was all part of Remus’s consummation. 

The man pulled out suddenly, groaning as he did so. He sounded tired, Sirius noted. The feeling of his cock slipping from Sirius’s hole was like having someone kick out his knees from beneath him. He could already feel the cum leaking out, it wouldn’t be long before it was dripping down his leg, and he could only imagine what his messy hole looked like for the muggle man’s prying eyes. 

It wasn’t that Sirius was expecting him to speak, but he somehow still felt surprised when he left without saying a word, just the quiet click of the door as it closed behind him. 

Sirius blew out a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out with it. Remus tilted his head. He was still hard, but he’d given up on touching himself. His cock looked heavy where it lay against his clothed stomach. His eyes were searching Sirius’s face. 

Sirius swallowed harshly. “Are you going to touch me now, Daddy?” he asked. His thoughts felt fuzzy, any shame he might have felt earlier had washed down the river of his mind. 

“Not yet,” came a man’s voice. Sirius jolted, trying again to close his legs, instantly aware of why Remus had kept him open and waiting for anyone who walked in the door. This new man must have come inside right as the other man left. He could hear a slight difference in their voices. 

The man wasted no time. He gripped Sirius by the hips and then thrust his full cock into him in one long movement. It was shorter than the last man’s but much thicker. 

Sirius’s toes curled beneath him as his head hung forward right as the man’s hips began harshly working against him. He must have been incredibly strong, each thrust made him jerk forward. It was harsh and aggressive, and Sirius was coming before he had a chance to notice. 

His hands balled into fists as his cock kicked over and over again, his cum splattering against the floor, only barely audible over the sound of skin slapping on skin. There were screams being forced out of his throat, but he was barely aware of them. If his thoughts were fuzzy before, they were incomprehensible now. 

He was sure that he looked ridiculous, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping onto the floor, as the man took him, used him, until he came, his cum tangling with the previous man’s. He didn’t try to beg Remus to touch him again, not as this man left or as another one took his place. Remus was leaning forward now, his elbows resting on his knees, his hard cock forgotten. 

The next man was rough too, the perfect amount of precision and speed. If he hadn’t already come twice, he was sure he’d be losing control again. Instead, he just stood there like a decoration Remus was showing off, taking each cock like he was born to do it. 

He was barely aware of the next one, the fourth if he was correct. He was a bit gentler, but Sirius was positive it wasn’t for his benefit, but rather that the man was using him like a toy, edging himself to make it last longer. When he finally came, Sirius wondered if he would still have room for another cock with the amount of cum he had inside him. 

The fifth man came right after the fourth, but he was gentle. He caressed Sirius’s hips with his thumbs like he was trying to calm him. Sirius, almost unconsciously, arched his back, at least as much as he could given the way he was locked in place. But he tilted his hips up like he was offering himself up. 

He noticed Remus’s eyes crinkle with laughter. He was looking at the man caressing Sirius. He wondered what the man had done — if he had mouthed something or made a face. Sirius didn’t have the wherewithal to care. 

This man was just as gentle with his cock as he was with his hands, taking his time working it inside him, inch by inch. He was bigger than the others, still smaller than Remus, but big enough that Sirius’s hips squirmed left and right like he was trying to move to accommodate the man. 

When he felt the man’s skin against his, warm and slick with sweat, he shivered. There was a deep groan, but he couldn’t tell who it came from. He couldn’t understand anything beyond the cock wedged inside him. He was so full, impossibly full. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d finished but his cock was barely hard, he could feel it hanging between his legs. He wondered how long it would take for it to fill again. Suddenly, he felt the man lean over him, his chest brushing against Sirius’s back. His breaths were loud but steady. 

He gripped Sirius’s hips tightly, his fingers bruising him instantly. Sirius gasped. His face was wet, he wondered if tears had been streaming down it. 

“Perfect,” the man whispered, then finally started to move. He dragged his cock out torturously slow. Sirius bit down harshly on his lip, especially as he pulled back to where only his head was still inside, then slowly pushed back in. It was like being fucked for the first time, as if he wasn’t filled with a bunch of strangers’ cum. 

He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of the man’s cock working back and forth over his prostate. He’d been overstimulated and overwhelmed, but he finally had a moment of reprieve, a moment to just enjoy . He jumped when he felt fingers lightly touch his lips. His eyes shot open, a tiny gasp leaving him when he found Remus’s golden eyes glowing in front of him. 

“Open up,” Remus whispered. Sirius opened his mouth without a thought, he didn’t have them anymore. He didn’t need them, his brain was useless here. All he had to do was trust Remus, trust his Daddy. 

Remus stood up straight, towering over Sirius. He was naked now, Sirius had no idea when he’d taken his clothes off. He was sad to have missed it. 

He fisted his cock, then dragged his head across Sirius’s bottom lip. He flicked his tongue out, humming happily when he tasted the pre-cum. He was vaguely aware of the man behind him continuing to move, but he was totally focused on his Daddy’s cock in front of him. 

He opened his mouth as wide as he could, sticking his tongue out passed his lips. He couldn’t see Remus’s face from that angle but he was sure he would be smiling. He loved when Sirius was ready and waiting for him. He brushed his cock over Sirius’s tongue twice before pulling it back against his stomach and presenting his bollocks for Sirius to lavish with attention. And lavish he did, kissing and licking them like it was his final meal. He missed him, though he’d been in the room the whole time. 

Finally, Remus dropped his cock. It hit Sirius in the face but he pulled back enough to wrap his lips around his, sucking his head so roughly that Remus hissed through his teeth. He was starving for him, begging like a dying man. 

Remus’s fingers were gentle as the brushed Sirius’s hair out of his face, pulling it to the back of his neck as he slowly drove his cock into Sirius’s waiting mouth. Sirius swallowed twice, forcing himself to relax as Remus pushed passed his gag reflex and into his throat. 

Sirius was thoroughly impaled, two cocks deep inside him, and all he could do was stand there and take it. The thought thrilled him, filled him with so much longing that he was sure he’d have come if he hadn’t finished so many times already. Quietly he thought he had one more in him, but he wanted to hold onto it. He didn’t know if Remus would deign to fuck after he’d been used by so many others, but if he did, then he wanted to come with Remus inside him. 

He went limp between the two men, letting them take what they wanted, floating in that space that always made him feel safe and desired. Remus wasn’t gentle with him, his throat would be wrecked by the time he was finished. Remus had been hard for so long at that point, unless Sirius had somehow missed him coming — he highly doubted it, he loved to watch — and he had no idea how he was continuing to last deep in Sirius’s throat. 

His own need to come flashed through him like lightning, striking out of nowhere. He didn’t want to come, not with this last man inside him. He wanted to wait. His legs shook with his restraint as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge each time the man moved. It was so good, and he was so full, and Remus’s cock tasted wonderful on his tongue. He was struggling.

Vaguely he could hear noises spilling out around Remus’s thick cock, his lips stretched obscenely, but he didn’t bother holding them in. He was squealing and squeaking, his voice getting higher and higher as he steadily began to lose his battle against finishing. 

Right as he was about to admit defeat, he felt the man’s cock throb and kick as he pushed in as deeply as he could, filling Sirius with even more cum. Both of the men had stopped moving at that point, but Remus wasn't coming, only the other man was. Sirius didn’t mind, he hoped that meant that Remus was still going to fuck him after all the other men were done. He vaguely hoped that this was the last one given that he didn’t think he could keep himself from coming for much longer, but he wouldn’t complain either way. If Remus wanted him to take more men, then he would. 

Just as Sirius was starting to worry about how much air he was taking in, Remus pulled out, right at the same moment that the other man withdrew. He felt so open, stretched beyond repair. Cum was dripping down his bollocks, splattering onto the floor, and decorating his thighs. 

He heard the man’s feet as he padded away, heading toward the door. There was a small noise as he left, but Sirius, even as he strained his hearing, couldn't tell if anyone else had entered. He blinked and Remus was gone, moving swiftly around him so that he was out of sight. All Sirius had to look at now was an empty couch. 

“You're so filthy,” Remus muttered, his voice so low that his words were nearly incomprehensible. Sirius whined quietly in the back of his throat, his hips twitching once like he was unconsciously trying to move closer to Remus. 

He desperately wanted to be touched by him. Despite just having his cock in his mouth, he still wished he could feel his hands on him. Remus, always able to read Sirius better than he could read himself, assented. His long fingers pressed into Sirius’s stretched hole in one controlled movement. Sirius tried to widen his legs, to physically show Remus how welcome he was, but they were still locked, still stuck just as Remus wanted them to be. The thought made him groan, dropping his head forward again.

“You took them all so well,” Remus said, the praising causing Sirius's face to grow bright red. “And now look at you, swallowing up my fingers like they’re nothing. I bet you can barely feel them.” 

Abruptly, he pressed his fingers right up against Sirius’s prostate, a loud moan spilling from his lips. His hips were jerking uncontrollably. 

“You’re such a good baby boy,” Remus said. “Moaning like a whore for all those muggles. You should have seen their faces. They’ve never fucked anyone as good as you.” 

Sirius’s legs were shaking so badly at the point that he vaguely worried they would collapse beneath him. 

“But they can’t have you,” Remus said, his voice dropping like he was only talking to himself. “You’re all mine.” 

“I’m yours,” Sirius mumbled, his words slurring. 

“Do you think you could take me?” Remus asked. 

“Yes,” Sirius whispered. Remus’s huge hand came raining down on his arse, twice in a row. The sharp pain made him sink even lower into his head. 

“Yes, what?” Remus growled. 

Sirius choked on air, his entire body was on fire, vibrating with uncontrollable lust. “Yes, Daddy.” He wiggled his hips as he said it, trying to be as enticing as possible. Remus slammed into him instantly, forcing the air from Sirius's lungs. 

He could feel the top of the pillory move slightly as Remus grabbed hold of it like he might grab onto Sirius’s shoulders to pull him back onto his cock over and over again. Remus was rough. He was always rough, or at least most of the time, but now his movements were nearly animalistic as if he could fuck all the other men out of him if he just worked hard enough. 

Sirius managed only a few short thrusts before he was cumming, the noise he let out like an animal being eaten alive. Remus groaned along with him, speeding up even more. He felt like Remus was going to break the pillory the way it was creaking and shifting. 

Sirius’s body twitched uncontrollably, almost as if he’d been put under some kind of curse. The overstimulation was bordering on pain, but his thoughts were dulled to nothing, his pleasure and pain morphed together to remove him from himself. 

“So good, baby. You feel so good.” Remus slapped him on the arse again, three times in a row, then came. His cock felt like it was so much deeper than everyone else’s had been, it was like he’d been hollowed out, turned into a hole that fit perfectly and snugly around Remus. His eyes rolled back in his head. 

Remus felt Sirius go limp a few seconds after he came inside him, his cum replacing the other men’s. It was satisfying to a part of his brain that lived beyond words, an animalistic side of him that wanted to claim Sirius for himself. It took him a few quick breaths to calm down enough to pull out, cum spilling out after him. 

He had to fight for control, he wanted to plug up that hole, keep his cum inside so he could enjoy his own sloppy seconds later, but he couldn’t. Sirius looked like he was barely standing, and he probably wouldn’t be up for sex for at least a few days. 

He unlocked the pillory first, wrapping a hand around Sirius’s torso so he wouldn’t fall once his head and hands were free. Once the pillory was lifted, he reached forward and gently pulled Sirius up by his shoulders until his head fell back against Remus’s shoulder. He waved a hand, wandlessly unlocking the cuffs around his ankles. 

“Can you hear me, baby?” Remus asked gently, his mouth right next to Sirius’s ear. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Sirius mumbled. His eyes were closed and it didn’t look like his body was responding, but at least he was awake. He tucked one arm behind Sirius’s knees and lifted him, carrying him just over to the couch. 

He wanted to take him home, his hackles rising now that the sexual part of the evening was over. So many other men had been in the room with them that night and he wanted to take Sirius to a place that was just for them, but it would have to wait. Sirius wouldn’t appreciate being apparated when he was so far under. Right now he just needed to be held.

He tucked Sirius’s face against his neck and pulled him tightly against his chest. There was a small voice inside him, one that was continually growing louder, that felt proud that he’d pushed Sirius to this level of exhaustion and satisfaction. He couldn’t help it though, he was just so pleased with himself. 

He wasn’t sure how much time passed with him just holding Sirius, he often got lost in everything as well. It always settled him to spend a bit just making sure Sirius felt safe and cared for. Eventually, Sirius began to twitch back to life.

“I’m sticky,” he said quietly. Remus laughed, the noise bursting out of him. 

“I can imagine,” he replied. “Are you feeling all right?” 

Sirius nodded against him. “Tired,” he muttered. 

“Wanna go home?” 

“Yes, please,” Sirius said with a sigh. 

Remus held him tightly, placing a quick kiss on the top of his head, and apparated.