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Remus knew the exact second Sirius had entered the room. His whole body hummed with awareness almost as if Sirius' mere presence was electrocuting every fibre of his being in the best way possible. He wished he could see how Sirius looked right now. He itched to break out of the binds, rip off his blindfold, take in the sight of his beautiful boyfriend then bend him over the nearest object and fuck him senseless. His dick was twitching against his stomach, already loving that idea. But he couldn’t. It’s Sirius’ night. He wanted to recreate the night they met with a twist, and who was Remus to deny him?
It was a tale as old as time. Sirius was 19 and worked at the local strip club. Remus was a 38 year old CEO who came to watch hot people in barely any clothes strip and get paid for it and maybe get a dance. He had come with low expectations after hearing about the place from his best friend James, whose standards for strip clubs were lower than the bar he sets for his relationships. He sat at a small table semi near the stage and rested his leg upon the chair opposite and his cane under the table where it was easy enough to access but not in the way of others.
Sirius could feel the eyes of all those hungry men against his skin as he took off another item of clothing, savouring the feel of it as he slid it down his skin until it hit the floor with a barely audible thud. His eyes scanned the room before they landed on a man who oozed power. Sirius tilted his head to the side as he eyed up the man, drawn towards him like an invisible rope was pulling him closer with every step. Every other person in the room disappeared as the man locked eyes with Sirius.
He felt his breath catch as his fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to reveal his bulge in the thong the club provided him. He watched as the man’s tongue poked out to wet his lips as his eyes scorched Sirius’ body with his stare, lust shining in his pupils.
Sirius shot the man a wink as he tugged the boxers over the curve of his ass. He heard a whistle behind him and shot a grin in the vague direction of the whistler. He looked over towards the other dancers on the stage, catching one of their eyes before looking back at the stranger. He received a small nod from the other dancer and returned it as he got on his hands and knees.
The man watched as Sirius got down on his knees and started crawling towards him. He couldn’t help the images that flashed through his brain as the stranger stared deep into his soul; him on his knees sucking the man’s dick, the man pulling his thong to the side and fucking him at a punishing pace as he used only his spit for lube. Sirius was sure he was hard enough for his dick to be visible as he stopped at the man’s feet, happy to see the lust he felt reflecting in the man’s eyes.
“Want a dance, handsome?” Sirius purred as he looked up at him, making a mental note to be mindful of the man’s cane and obviously sore leg.
The stranger tilted his head in contemplation as Sirius’ eyes practically begged him to say yes. After a long moment, he nodded. Sirius couldn't help the grin that made its way to his face as he slowly stood.
Sirius put one leg over the man’s waist so he could hover over him without knocking the guy’s bad leg. He placed his hands on the guy’s shoulders as he leaned in, a waft of coffee and cigarettes met his nose. Sirius let out a small moan at the scent, it suited the man and he couldn't imagine anything else. He leaned in towards the man’s ear, letting him bask in Sirius’ presence before he spoke.
“You can touch me.” Sirius whispered, his breath causing goosebumps to rise on the other man’s skin as he shuddered underneath Sirius’ hands. Sirius usually had a rule that only he could touch the people and place their hands on his body but something about this man felt different, he had never wanted a man to touch him as badly as he currently does.
Remus didn't need to be told twice as he drew his hands up from beside him and rested them on the dancer’s waist. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” The words were out of Remus’ mouth before he processed his lips moving.
Sirius answered with a smirk. The way the man sounded so affected at the idea of touching him has him grinding his hips down to meet the bulge in the man's bottoms. Their eye contact never breaks as Sirius swivels his hips. He throws his head back exposing his throat as a small moan sets itself free from between his lips. Remus’ lips attach to the column of the dancer's neck, leaving his own mark as the dancer pants in his lap.
”Such a pretty boy,” he whispers against his neck before breaking away to look at the flushed man on his lap. “What time do you get off?”
He watches as Sirius’ eyes go to the clock on the wall before leaning in towards him, the dancer’s breath causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.
“10.” He whispers in his ear so only the man whose lap he's on can hear him. “Come to the door at the back and maybe if you're good I'll come home with you.” He leans back and gives the man a wink before climbing off his lap. “Oh! And the name is Sirius.” He says over his shoulder and walks to the back.
Remus’ lust shines through his eyes as he hungrily licks his lips, his eyes following the man's steps. He downs the drink in his hand and grabs his cane before making his way outside.
The damp air leaves a soft breeze on his neck like a comforting touch as he waits for the dancer near the back door. As Sirius steps out Remus has to repress a moan at how ethereal the man looks.
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Remus was thrown out of his memories as a silk covered hand traced its way across his neck, its featherlight touch making him moan as he tried to follow the touch.
Remus heard a tutting sound as breath hit his ear. “Be good for me. You know I told you to sit nice and still for me.” Remus could feel how much Sirius was enjoying this before he continued what he was saying. “You’re not Daddy right now. You’re just Remus. It’s your turn to listen and be a good boy if you want your surprise.” Sirius had moved closer, his lips now touching Remus’ ear, letting him feel every word that left Sirius’ mouth.
It was the first time he had heard Sirius speak since they had started. He knew that Sirius hadn’t left the room from the moment they entered other than to get ready but he hadn’t realised how much he had missed Sirius’ voice until he heard it again. As much as he hated staying still, he knew how long Sirius had planned this night. Sirius had said he had a surprise for him and he couldn’t wait to see it.
Sirius moved to kiss Remus’ earlobe before taking it between his teeth and tugging it slightly before releasing it, making Remus moan as his hips thrusted up against the air. He heard Sirius chuckle at his reaction before the closeness of his body drew further away from him.
“Close your eyes for me, baby.” Sirius commanded as his hands landed on Remus’ blindfold, slowly undoing the knot at the back of his head.
Remus felt Sirius’ fingers undo the blindfold and waited in anticipation for the view he was about to see. He leaned into the touch as Sirius ran his hand through Remus’ hair, scratching his scalp before making a fist and gently pulling his head towards Sirius’ own chest. Remus felt his breath quicken at the moment as he allowed Sirius to do whatever he pleased, momentarily forgetting the command.
“You already look wrecked and we haven’t even started yet.” Sirius purred into his ear.
Remus didn’t doubt that for a second, he knew how quickly Sirius looked wrecked in his position and they weren’t too different when they subbed, but before he could respond he heard Sirius speak again.
“Close your eyes for me, Cub.” The words left Sirius’ mouth followed by the tap on his shoulder that Remus does to Sirius to signal when he wants him to do the same. He nods his head in understanding and waits for the follow up of two taps. He let his eyes fall shut as he felt the blindfold slip away from his skin.
When the taps come, he feels a combination of nerves and excitement hit him before he obeys Sirius’ silent command.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that graced him when his eyes adjusted to the warm light of the LED fairy lights that surrounded the room. Sirius had curled his hair slightly as a way to emphasise his hair’s natural curl pattern that had loosened over the years, his eyes were lined with a brown eyeliner on just the waterline, making his eyes look bluer and more sultry than Remus had ever seen them before. Remus’ eyes went down lower, pausing at his lips as he felt his own turn up into a smirk. His lips were coated in Sirius’ “favourite colour” - the exact shade of pink of Remus’ tip. Sirius refused to tell him how he had got the exact shade match no matter how many times he had enquired. The only times he wears it is when he doesn’t want Remus to hold back and as soon as his eyes land on Sirius’ outfit he knew he wouldn’t be able to even if his life depended on it.
Remus felt his breath leave his lungs quicker than it had when he did cross country as an asthmatic child. Sirius was wearing a black dress with laced up sides that accentuated his curves. It stopped mid knee, showing off his strong legs from all of his years dancing, the muscles made more prominent by the fuck me heels decorating his feet.
“Fuck, Baby. You look,” Remus paused as his hungry gaze took in every inch of the sight in front of him. “Fucking delicious.”
Sirius smirked at the remark as he slowly walked towards Remus’ tied up form. Ever since the day they met there had been an invisible thread drawing them together and Sirius was going to use that inescapable pull to his advantage. He let his hand fall just above Remus’ thigh so just his fingertips were making contact as his eyes held his lover’s. He kept his touch feather light, teasing Remus’ skin as he slowly inched his way up Remus’ thigh. Sirius followed his touch, taking small, slow steps around Remus’ body.
Not breaking eye contact, Sirius lowered himself onto Remus’ lap before snaking his hand around the back of Remus’ neck and settling into his hair. Sirius rocked himself forward, slowly grinding against Remus’ dick. Remus threw his head back in a moan as his dick finally had some type of touch. The way the dress was bunching at Sirius’ thighs had Remus wanting to get onto his knees and devourer the man on his lap. He wants to worship Sirius’ body on a normal day but in this slutty dress? He wants to devourer him whole and leave him whimpering Remus’ name as he begs for his daddy. Sirius leans forward and starts trailing kisses up his neck, stopping every few to suck on the skin and leave his mark on the older man. When he pulls away Remus looks thoroughly fucked and prides sears through Sirius’ veins. He wonders if this is how Remus feels when Sirius falls apart for him.
Sirius ran his nails up Remus’ chest, leaving red marks behind as his hands rested on Remus’ shoulders. "If you promise to be a good boy for me Daddy, I'll undo your binds so you can touch me." Sirius whispered, his voice as silky as the clothes he wore.
A combination of a lust filled growl and a whine ripped its way out of Remus' throat at the idea of finally being able to touch his boy.
Remus looked Sirius up and down as he licked his lips.
“I’ll be good, baby.” Remus said with a slight pant.
Sirius traced his hands down Remus’ arms until they came to the cold metallic feel of the handcuffs he had cuffed him with earlier. With a press to the button a click echoed around them signalling that Remus’ hands were free.
Before Sirius had time to process the movement, Remus' hands were all over him, his fingers tracing his skin like they were trying to memorise every single trace of skin that belonged to the man on his lap.
He grasped Sirius’ ass before lifting him up and carrying him over to his desk. Sirius had fantisied about being fucked over a desk by a powerful man many times and then he met Remus and found out his job then the words had just tumbled out. He could cum just from the fact that he knew his fantasy was about to come true.
He bends Sirius over the desk, the smaller man letting out a small moan as he realises what is happening. Sirius looks over his shoulder as Remus slowly stalks towards his boy like a wolf about to feast on his prey. The look in his eyes sends a shiver of anticipation through Sirius’ spine. Remus lifts the dress over the curve of Sirius’ ass to rest on the base of his spine before letting his hands roam over the globes of his cheeks.
“No underwear?” Remus asks, his smirk visible in his voice. “Dirty boy.” He whispers.
Sirius lets out a whimper as Remus’ fingers trail closer to his hole. He feels as one of the fingers lightly brushes over his hole and arches his ass towards the touch. He receives a light smack as an answer.
“Patience, pretty boy.” Remus says as he spits, a glob of it landing on his hole only to be used as lube as he pushed the tip of his finger inside. “So loose for me. Have you been waiting for this, pup?”
Sirius nods as he lets out a keen at the feeling of Remus’ finger fucking in and out of him. His keen turns into a moan as Remus then slides in two more fingers into him.
“Daddy please.” Sirius moans as his hips rock backwards onto Remus’ fingers. “Fuck me please. I’m ready.”
He feels relief pulse through him as he hears Remus open the drawer next to him, search for something and uncap a bottle before he hisses as a cold sensation hits his asshole as the lube is squirted onto his skin.
Sirius lets out a whine as he feels Remus’ fingers retract from his ass, only to have a reprimanding smack on his ass cheek and a small “patience, pup” spoken to him as the stinging from the smack makes his nerves heighten.
“Daddy, please.” He begs the older man.
“Such an impatient pup.” The older man tuts, a visible smirk on his face as he lines his cock up with the younger man’s asshole.
Their moans harmonise as Remus thrusts in to his boy, filling him with just one thrust. The whine Sirius lets out is feral as he barely adjusts before fucking himself back against Remus, hoping to get the fucking he’s begging for.
Remus draws all the way out before thrusting back in fast enough to take Sirius’ breath away. He lets out a string of “Daddy, please”s as he rocks himself back against Remus, fucking himself as he meets Remus’ own thrusts. Together they set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting Sirius’ prostate perfectly.
“Want daddy’s cum, pup?” Remus pants into his ear as he leaves a trail of kisses and hickeys on the younger man’s neck.
“Please. Need it. Fuck daddy, I need it so fucking bad.” Sirius whines, he sounds as pathetic as he probably would be feeling if he could focus on any sensation other than the feeling of Remus’ cock hitting his prostate dead on continuously and the desperation to come.
“Such a desperate little slut for me aren’t you? Where do you want it baby boy?”
“In me. Please. I want it to be dripping out of me. I need you to fill me up. I’m so fucking close, Rem. Please.”
Remus knows how close his boy is from the desperate, pleading babbles leaving Sirius’ mouth and decides to give his pup what he deserves.
"Such a good little whore for me. Dressing up for Daddy and letting him fuck you over his desk while you're begging for his cum. Such a good boy, Siri." His words were enunciated by a thrust of his hips as he fucked himself deeper into Sirius' hole. "My precious baby boy. Do you want to cum for me?" His voice softened as his grip on Sirius' hair tightened, signalling to the other that he wanted a verbal response.
"Please, Daddy. Please let me cum." Sirius begged. Remus could hear that his eyes had watered up, on the verge of releasing tears by the watery tone in his voice.
He leaned closer, tightening the grip in both of his hands, his chest touching the smooth material coating Sirius' back as his lips touched Sirius' ear. "Cum for me." He whispered, feeling the way Sirius tightened around him as he came with a moan that bordered on a scream as the tears of relief ran down his face.
At the sight of Sirius coming, Remus felt his own balls draw up and came with a low groan. He bit into Sirius’ neck to mark the man panting on his desk as they worked their way through their aftershocks. Remus draws out and watches as his cum drips out of Sirius’ hole and down his leg. He pulls the dress down over his boyfriend’s ass and moans at the sight.
“Fuck, such a pretty little slut for me baby. Got me dripping down your gorgeous legs. Anyone who saw you right now would know how desperate for my cum you are, pretty pup.”
Sirius smirks over his shoulder, chest brimming with pride, before standing on wobbly legs and turning to Remus, noting the hunger still in his gaze.
“Perhaps I'll start going to work with your cum leaking out of me so everyone knows who I belong to.”
His words are met with a possessive growl from Remus and he watches as Remus’ dick gives a weak twitch in interest. Sirius is glad that his own dick’s twitch isn’t noticeable thanks to the dress now covering it or they wouldn't be leaving their bed for the rest of the night.
Remus lifts his hands up to cup Sirius’ face as he leans down to lick the tears away. “Much better.” He says with a small smile.
Neither of them have ever been as grateful for the invisible tether linking them together as they are when they’re like this; in each other’s embrace, staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Nothing, not even the cum dripping down Sirius’ legs or Remus’ cock resting against Sirius’ dress, could ruin this moment.