#sirius also fucks remus w/the strap in this part which is about half-written and y'all

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Omfg diamonds part three?? I’m literally obsessed, please!! <3

yes! i started writing a third chapter of that fic and then an anon was unkind about it and i kinda lost my steam for working on it. BUT here is a lil snip from the shower smut that i’ve probably posted before but *shrug* it’s hot, so.

“This is a big shower, huh?” 

Remus wipes the water out of his eyes and looks at Sirius with an eyebrow raised.

“And I really splurged on this,” Sirius nods down to the new non-slip mat under their feet, “It’s made of memory foam, very soft and comfortable. Ergonomic, even.”

“So kind of you to think of my joints,” Remus says. He reaches up and tilts the shower head until it’s spraying hot water directly on the shower wall behind them - glances at the towel folded neatly along the length of the tub.

“Our joints,” Sirius corrects, “but right now - definitely yours.” Drops of water roll down Sirius’s sternum and Remus follows them with his eyes, and then with his body, pushing Sirius back against the shower wall and settling himself on his knees.

“Oh, this is actually very comfortable,” Remus says, “I thought you were playing it up just to get me down here.”

Sirius’s mouth falls open but he can’t speak, because Remus says all of this with his hands holding the backs of Sirius’s thighs, nuzzling his cheek just shy of his dick. There had been a time, months ago, when Sirius had thought Remus was shy - he’s never been so delighted to be proven wrong.

“C’mon baby - up you get,” Remus taps the back of Sirus’s thighs and Sirius blinks down at him.

“Up? What do you - oh.”

Remus cuts him off by making it very clear what he means, lifting one of Sirus’s legs over his shoulder to set his foot gently on the edge of the tub. 

One of Remus’s hands slides up to hold Sirius’s hip and keep him steady, “Press back against the wall with your foot and put your other leg over my shoulder, baby.”

Sirius does - the towel is soft and secure under the arch of his feet and Remus holds his weight like it’s nothing. Remus grins up at him, cocky and dark Sirus’s belly heats up so quickly that he feels dizzy with it.

“Are you comfortable?” Remus asks. 

Sirius nods, stunned into silence.

“Good - I’ll take care of you.”

Steam floats around them in big, dense swirls. Sirius flexes his calves, pushes against the tub beneath his feet and arches his spine just enough to press down into Remus’s big hands. 

“There you go, that’s perfect.” Remus is talking to Sirius in that low, calming voice that unravels him every time - one that he rarely gets to hear unless he’s being very good. “Move however you need to, baby, I can take it.”

Remus’s soft words are such a contrast to their usual dynamic - of pushing Sirius around, roughing him up and pressing him down into the floor, or bed, or wall - that Sirius whimpers, shaking his head back and forth against the shower wall so hard that water flies from his hair in big drops.

“Careful, pup” Remus says, mouth open, lips brushing just to the side of where Sirius desperately wants them to be, “don’t make a mess.” 

And oh, okay, that’s more like it.

“Fuck, sorry, Moony.”

Remus hums a little, satisfied, and wraps his hands around the very back of Sirius’s thighs to hold onto his ass, fingertips meeting in the hot, wet crease of it. Sirius shivers, nodding even though Remus can’t see it. Remus pulls Sirius forward just the slightest bit, testing the stability of their position.

He hums a little, clearly satisfied that they won’t topple over, and then yanks Sirius forward and onto his hot, open mouth.