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Been an Awful Good Boy by blackstarrising for barkatthemoon
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
11 Dec 2025
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Standing in the doorway with snowflakes clinging to his hair and dusted across his shoulders, Sirius held in his gloved hands a bag of what appeared to be two large soup containers. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as Sirius grinned at him. A different kind of hunger than before rushed through his body, of running his fingers through Sirius’s hair to brush away the snow, of cupping his hands around Sirius’s cold cheeks to warm them.
“Soup?” Sirius passed Remus the bag as he stomped his boots, leaving a dusting of snow on the rug.
“Only if it’s lentil.” Remus tried to bury his desire, and he guided Sirius to the break room.
“Of course,” Sirius said and smiled wide. “What else?”
When James organises an impromptu karaoke night on Christmas Eve, Remus is already teetering on the edge, struggling to stay in control. He’s spent years perfecting his balancing act, being Sirius’s best mate and flatmate but never crossing the line into something more. Then one ridiculously sexy performance pushes him a little too close to Sirius, and staying in control becomes the last thing on his mind.
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Sirius freezes in the doorway, mouth open and ready to yell ‘Moony, I’m home!’ the same way he does every time he walks through the door, but the words never form. The sight in front of him—Remus laid bare on his back as his lovely, long fingers slide away from his arsehole, past his balls, and over his long, soft cock—sends a bolt of lightning through his body. Is that come on his chest? Holy shit.
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- Part 2 of How May I Help You?
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“I said,” the man started, as he pushed himself up from the bench, “it looks like you could use a hand?” He was walking now. Just four long strides and he was across the small room. Sweat dripped in lines down his stomach, trailing into the curly nest of hair around his cock. The salty smell of sex and sweat hung thick in the air.
Remus wasn’t capable of hiding his staring now. His mouth hung slightly open and he exhaled a shaky breath. He could reach out and touch him. He should, actually.
Before he could sabotage everything by thinking, he curled his fingers around the backs of the man’s thighs, caging himself in. “A hand?” Remus echoed and, with great effort, he pulled his gaze up to meet the man’s eyes. “Just a hand?”
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Deep down, Remus knew he wasn’t doing this bathhouse thing correctly. Yearning and pining felt pathetic in a place where a little eye contact and bravery were all you needed to get exactly what you wanted.
Still, he yearned and he pined. Maybe he was in another one of his dreams. Many had started just like this. Caught in a wank, manhandled, and fucked senseless. Is that what was about to happen?
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- Part 1 of How May I Help You?
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A collection of stories in which Sirius and Remus catch each other in the act—accidentally or otherwise—and take matters into their own hands.
I solemnly swear that the smut will be filthy, it will be immediate, and there will be feelings.
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