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Remus opens his eyes with a pained groan as the light of the infirmary reaches him, blinding him momentarily as he adjusts to the brightness. As he blinks the spots out of his vision, he notices the small glass of water being presented to him by none other than Sirius Black.
“Alright there Moony?” he questions, concern lacing his words as Remus takes the glass and gulps it down.
“Yeah, all good,” Remus offers a rough smile as he sits up fully, swinging his legs over the side of the cot. Sirius stands, helping him get up like he usually does.
“Pomphrey's already cleared you, she just said you need some rest,” Sirius frets over Remus, eyes scanning him for any signs of pain. The concern in his eyes makes Remus huff and turn towards him, reaching up to hold his face in his palms, slightly squishing the older boys cheeks.
“Pads, I’m fine,” he reassures Sirius patiently, watching as he blinks, looking Remus up and down once more before nodding and giving a small smile.
Remus smiles back, taking hold of Sirius’s hand. Sirius hands him his cane and Remus frowns, letting out a sigh at the sight of it. It’s a more recent development. The full moons had been getting worse recently and Remus’s knees weren’t very happy about it and while the cane was annoying and made him look like an old man, (or like Sirius would say, more of an old man) it did help the pain, so Remus still used it, no matter how reluctant.
He keeps one hand in Sirius’s grasp while the other clutches at his cane as they exit the infirmary, taking it slow and steady all the way back to the dorms. It’s times like these where Sirius truly surprises him with his extensive patience, a pale contrast to the usually jittery and excitable boy he normally is.
But no matter how long it takes them to get to their destination, Sirius always stays calm and reassuring, which Remus will never admit is something he’s eternally grateful for.
Sirius goes a few steps ahead, letting Remus’s hand fall from his grip so he can hold the door open for the brunette to hobble through. Remus sits down with a huff on his bed as the door swings shut, Sirius sitting beside him a few moments later.
Their hands become tangled together once more as they sit in comfortable silence, leaning on one another and just enjoying the other's presence. They stay like that as long as possible before Remus lets out a small groan of pain as his shoulders start to ache. Sirius perks up like a dog, that same old worry flashing in his eyes, much to Remus’s exasperation.
He doesn’t get to express this feeling this time though, no, before Remus can even open his mouth to complain about it, Sirius is shifting to face him with a look on his face that usually means trouble.
Remus eyes him cautiously as he opens his mouth to speak.
“I could give you a massage? To help with the aches,” Sirius smiles, eager to help, “Lily was talking about how her dad does it for her mum when her feet ache, so I figured it could hel-”
Remus holds up a hand to stop the rambling, “Sirius, it’s alright I don’t need-”
“Moonyyyy-,” Sirius whines, making a pouty face at the werewolf.
He just lets out a weary sigh. “Fine.. but then we’re going to sleep,”
Sirius gives a dorky salute, a wide grin on his face that makes Remus roll his eyes fondly and he gets comfortable, turning his back towards the other boy. Sirius helps him tug off his shirt, careful of aching muscles and bandages. Finally, he sets his hands on Remus’s shoulders, beginning to apply pressure and rub soothing circles.
At first, Remus was under the impression that Sirius had never done this before- but before he can even finish the thought, his hands are massaging pure magic into his very soul. Remus lets out small gasps and sighs as he feels his muscles tense before relaxing into Sirius’s miracle hands.
Sirius smiles, happy to help relieve his friend of some of the pain. That is- until he apparently finds a good spot, for Remus lets out a soft moan. Sirius hesitates slightly, his cheeks heating up, but Remus doesn’t seem to have even noticed his own noises as he stays relaxed and pliable under Sirius’s fingertips.
The raven-haired boy decides to just shake it off, continuing to massage his friend with pure, clean thoughts. Totally. That is until Remus starts letting out those soft sighs and groans once more. Sirius shifts slightly, his trousers starting to feel tighter around his crotch as he listens.
In his arousal, he hadn’t realized he’d stopped his hands until Remus peaks over his own shoulder to eye him curiously.
“All done?” he murmurs, his voice slightly slurred at in his drowsiness.
Sirius’s face heats up as he meets those hazel eyes and he quickly looks away, retracting his hands quickly, as if he was burned. Remus frowns slightly, the cloudiness in his eyes fading slightly.
“Pads?” Remus shifts to look fully at him, his hip brushing against Sirius’s hard-on, making the boy jump, and angle his hips away, much to Remus’s bewilderment. At least, he’s confused until he looks down at where Sirius is trying to hide from his gaze.
Said boy lets out a squeak as Remus’s eyes lock onto his clothed dick, that's clearly straining against his jeans.
“Oh,” Remus states blandly, pink rising to his cheeks as he stares.
Sirius lets out a shaky laugh, shifting back slightly, “Sorry Moony- I was just uh-”
“Can I help?”
Sirius is silent for a second before letting out a strangled noise of surprise.
“Mate, don’t worry about it, you don’t need to-”
“What if I want to?”
“I-” Sirius swallows audibly, shakily meeting the others intense gaze, his mouth dropping open as he finds arousal in his eyes.
That seems to be all the confirmation Remus needs and he crawls back, sinking to the floor with a wince before settling between Sirius’s legs where they hang off the bed. Sirius lets out a squawk of surprise, covering his mouth as Remus swiftly unzips his jeans, freeing his flushed cock to stand at attention right in front of the brunette's eyes.
Sirius lets out a whimper at the rush of cold air around his warm skin as Remus licks his lips, his eyes hazy with lust. Quickly, Sirius snatches a pillow and thrusts it towards the other, letting out a small noise at the obvious look of confusion on Remus's face at the offering.
“For your knees, you twit,” Sirius mutters, face still flushed with arousal but now also slight embarrassment.
Remus feels himself melt as he takes the pillow, adjusting to get it under his legs all while keeping eye contact with Sirius, adoration clear in his eyes. It’s intense enough to get Sirius to look away once more, but this also means Sirius isn’t expecting the light kiss that's pressed to his tip.
He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes raking back over to lock onto Remus as he licks a stripe up the underside of his dick. Sirius whines softly, feeling the muscles in his abdomen ripple slightly at the feeling.
Remus, the prick, looks up with amusement clear in his expression as he takes the tip into his mouth and sucks at the same time he wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Sirius throws his head back with a groan, his black curls flowing down his back.
Remus hums in approval as slender fingers clutch at his hair, not pushing him down or pulling him off, just tangled in his brown locks as the older boy attempts to ground himself. Noticing this, Remus begins to bob his head, wanting Sirius to get lost in the sensations as he pressed his tongue to the underside of his dick.
Sirius lets out a sob as the wet heat surrounds his cock and he feels more than sees Remus’s lips quirk up slightly at his reaction. It doesn’t take long for Sirius’s legs to start to shake, tears streaming down his face as he twitches weakly at the overwhelming pleasure and the feeling of his orgasm approaching quickly.
His moans start to get louder and slightly higher pitched, mixing with whines as he tries to pull his legs together. Remus lets out a low growl around his dick, snapping his hands out to hold Sirius’s legs open as he takes him all the way down, the tip of him sliding into his throat and Sirius’s vision whites out.
He’s a teenage boy, of course he’s jacked off at least once or twice- but nothing can compare to this. His orgasm takes his sight and his breath and he can only open his mouth in a silent scream, his whole body locked up and twitching as he spills down that perfect throat.
Remus swallows it all, choking slightly as he pulls off, reveling in the slight soreness of his jaw as Sirius slumps back against the bed like all his strings got cut. Remus smiles softly, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans and zipping him up before laying beside him with a soft sigh.
Sirius blinks rapidly, lucidity coming back to him slowly as his breathing slows. He turns his head to look at Remus, a look of amazement on his face, making the other boy laugh.
“Lets go to sleep,” Remus says softly.
Sirius frowns, “What about you?”
This time, it’s Remus’s turn to blush and he looks away slightly as he tugs down his pants to reveal boxers that are soaked through in the front. Sirius’s eyes widen and he gapes at the sight for a moment before looking back at Remus with a grin, to which Remus huffs out a laugh.
“C’mon, sleep time,” he repeats, shucking off his sticky clothes and pulling Sirius close as they climb under the covers. Sirius is careful to avoid any bandages as they hold each other but just before he’s about to fall asleep, Remus mutters something that makes them both giggle.
“Do you think Madam Pomphrey counts that as rest?”