That Kissing Meme
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donnaimmaculataI love reading all your first kisses. Here're mine.
("Top" kisses doesn't mean they're supposed to be nice, right? Because I really think Dudley/Aunt Marge is my best one.)
It's a Long Way Home
Bill spread his fingers.
Invitation! thought Sirius dizzily, as he entwined his fingers with the other man's, increasingly confident. Pressed Bill's hand hard on his thigh. Lifted his head.
Bill was staring at him wide-eyed, dead focused and unblinking. The familiar sensation of seconds stretching into eternity had just returned to Sirius. The sheer joy about being able to experience that precious feeling again boosted his courage in an instant, and he let himself be pulled towards Bill, meeting the other's mouth with hungry eagerness.
After this, his memory became rather blurred. Later, he remembered feeling Bill's lips part under his and feeling the other man moaning under his kisses. Judging from Bill's reactions, Sirius' mouth seemed to remember exactly what to do. While his tongue and lips were happily practising their old skills, he felt Bill's hand sliding up his thigh to cup his hard cock through his trousers. Sirius gasped.
Bill tilted his head back. "All right? You wanna?
Awakening
Sirius felt Remus' lips parting under his own, and Remus' mouth admitting his tongue before mind had been able to deal with the situation at all. It was not able to deal with it now, either, so he simply kept his eyes tightly shut and continued exploring the warm, delicious taste with deep, breathless kisses.
Sirius realised he must have missed the transition from the closed-mouthed, rather chaste kiss he had planted on Remus' lips to the fully-fledged, rapturous snogging they were involved in now. Open-mouthed and greedy, Sirius felt his own tongue gaining access to the depths of Remus' mouth, sliding along the other boy's palate and twirling around Remus' not less enthusiastic tongue.
Sirius' fingers had gently curled around Remus' on their own accord, and he felt dampness where skin slid intimately on skin, his nails scratched lightly over the patch of pale flesh on Remus' exposed belly. Sirius could feel soft hairs tickling his knuckles, and the rush of lust at this touch created a swirling, vibrating sensation in the pit of his stomach.
He felt a moan rising from deep inside him and increased the pressure he was applying on Remus' mouth. He did not want any sounds. They would make the experience more - real. More substantial. He did not want to be confronted with reality. Like this, silent and with both their eyes closed, it remained unreal. Dreamlike. Not important enough to test their friendship.
The Last Resort
"Snape."
"Hm."
"Get off. You're heavier than you think."
"Can't. We're stuck."
"Get off!"
Severus turned his head and his mouth brushed against Sirius's jaw. "Your Hippogriff is looking at me again."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Sirius gasped exasperated. "Shut up!" A slight incline of his head brought his lips flush against Severus's and he pushed his tongue inside the slick heat before the other had time to react. Severus did not pull back. He leaned in, his shoulder blades shifting smoothly over Sirius's sweaty chest, and slid his tongue over Sirius's lips and into his mouth. A deep moan escaped both men simultaneously.
Minutes later, Severus broke the kiss, breathless. Fathomless eyes locked with Sirius's gaze. "I still don't like you, Black."
Big D's Worst Memory
Dudley shook his head, screwing up his eyes to look at her. She seemed to have grown a third eye on her forehead.
The giggle died in his throat when he felt something wet, something enormous force its way into his mouth. He choked and spluttered, and then he realised it was her tongue. Why was she putting her tongue in his mouth? Was she trying to choke him? It felt like a living thing, all slick and moving like a gigantic slug, and Dudley opened his mouth wider to suck in more air. But it was no good - the more he opened his mouth, the more tongue she fed him. Dudley whined in panic. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he wanted to call for his father to come and help him, his father never tried to choke him on his tongue, but there was no air, no air, and his head spun, and Dudley choked again and retched and moaned, Dad, and then, he felt a familiar tickle against his upper lip and relief spread through his body like the brandy had before, and as Aunt Marge pulled her head back with a startled gasp, Dudley's eyes widened in surprise when he saw that her upper lip was sporting a thick, soft moustache. Just like his father's.
Genesis
Remus didn't answer. Staring at him at close quarters, Bill noticed how long the other man's lashes were and that his eyes were a shade of muddy green-brown, and that his lips were cold and bitter with wine, but that his breath was burning hot, and when Bill blinked and frowned, Remus stood a few feet away from him, his gaze calm and unflinching. Bill raised a hand and pressed his fingers to his own mouth.
("Top" kisses doesn't mean they're supposed to be nice, right? Because I really think Dudley/Aunt Marge is my best one.)
It's a Long Way Home
Bill spread his fingers.
Invitation! thought Sirius dizzily, as he entwined his fingers with the other man's, increasingly confident. Pressed Bill's hand hard on his thigh. Lifted his head.
Bill was staring at him wide-eyed, dead focused and unblinking. The familiar sensation of seconds stretching into eternity had just returned to Sirius. The sheer joy about being able to experience that precious feeling again boosted his courage in an instant, and he let himself be pulled towards Bill, meeting the other's mouth with hungry eagerness.
After this, his memory became rather blurred. Later, he remembered feeling Bill's lips part under his and feeling the other man moaning under his kisses. Judging from Bill's reactions, Sirius' mouth seemed to remember exactly what to do. While his tongue and lips were happily practising their old skills, he felt Bill's hand sliding up his thigh to cup his hard cock through his trousers. Sirius gasped.
Bill tilted his head back. "All right? You wanna?
Awakening
Sirius felt Remus' lips parting under his own, and Remus' mouth admitting his tongue before mind had been able to deal with the situation at all. It was not able to deal with it now, either, so he simply kept his eyes tightly shut and continued exploring the warm, delicious taste with deep, breathless kisses.
Sirius realised he must have missed the transition from the closed-mouthed, rather chaste kiss he had planted on Remus' lips to the fully-fledged, rapturous snogging they were involved in now. Open-mouthed and greedy, Sirius felt his own tongue gaining access to the depths of Remus' mouth, sliding along the other boy's palate and twirling around Remus' not less enthusiastic tongue.
Sirius' fingers had gently curled around Remus' on their own accord, and he felt dampness where skin slid intimately on skin, his nails scratched lightly over the patch of pale flesh on Remus' exposed belly. Sirius could feel soft hairs tickling his knuckles, and the rush of lust at this touch created a swirling, vibrating sensation in the pit of his stomach.
He felt a moan rising from deep inside him and increased the pressure he was applying on Remus' mouth. He did not want any sounds. They would make the experience more - real. More substantial. He did not want to be confronted with reality. Like this, silent and with both their eyes closed, it remained unreal. Dreamlike. Not important enough to test their friendship.
The Last Resort
"Snape."
"Hm."
"Get off. You're heavier than you think."
"Can't. We're stuck."
"Get off!"
Severus turned his head and his mouth brushed against Sirius's jaw. "Your Hippogriff is looking at me again."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Sirius gasped exasperated. "Shut up!" A slight incline of his head brought his lips flush against Severus's and he pushed his tongue inside the slick heat before the other had time to react. Severus did not pull back. He leaned in, his shoulder blades shifting smoothly over Sirius's sweaty chest, and slid his tongue over Sirius's lips and into his mouth. A deep moan escaped both men simultaneously.
Minutes later, Severus broke the kiss, breathless. Fathomless eyes locked with Sirius's gaze. "I still don't like you, Black."
Big D's Worst Memory
Dudley shook his head, screwing up his eyes to look at her. She seemed to have grown a third eye on her forehead.
The giggle died in his throat when he felt something wet, something enormous force its way into his mouth. He choked and spluttered, and then he realised it was her tongue. Why was she putting her tongue in his mouth? Was she trying to choke him? It felt like a living thing, all slick and moving like a gigantic slug, and Dudley opened his mouth wider to suck in more air. But it was no good - the more he opened his mouth, the more tongue she fed him. Dudley whined in panic. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he wanted to call for his father to come and help him, his father never tried to choke him on his tongue, but there was no air, no air, and his head spun, and Dudley choked again and retched and moaned, Dad, and then, he felt a familiar tickle against his upper lip and relief spread through his body like the brandy had before, and as Aunt Marge pulled her head back with a startled gasp, Dudley's eyes widened in surprise when he saw that her upper lip was sporting a thick, soft moustache. Just like his father's.
Genesis
Remus didn't answer. Staring at him at close quarters, Bill noticed how long the other man's lashes were and that his eyes were a shade of muddy green-brown, and that his lips were cold and bitter with wine, but that his breath was burning hot, and when Bill blinked and frowned, Remus stood a few feet away from him, his gaze calm and unflinching. Bill raised a hand and pressed his fingers to his own mouth.
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Date: 2004-02-25 04:32 pm (UTC)*dodges Dudley and Aunt Marge on the way out*
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Date: 2004-02-25 04:42 pm (UTC)Dudley and Marge deserve some loving attention, too *g*
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Date: 2004-03-01 06:38 am (UTC)definitely my favourite - Snape's such a romantic (not) !!
Aunt Marge and Dudley - certaqinly inspired but -yuk! what a mental picture!!
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Date: 2004-03-01 04:20 pm (UTC)I am myself rather squicked by Dudley and Marge, but writing it was fun.
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Well. My idea of fun, anyway *g*