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The Red Crow was a peculiar establishment, to put it somehow.

Founded years ago, it appeared to be a nightclub as any other: dark exterior, flashy lights , and loud music. However, the profile needed to get in was never clear.

It was not about attire, economical power, handsomeness, or even about being among the most powerful and/or most famous individual at the moment; no matter what people did, The Red Crow remained selective on who they let in, and whatever happened behind its doors stayed there: behind closed doors.

Those who were allowed to enter prided themselves in being part-takers of such secrecy, but they never bragged about it, and every Red Crow guest was thankful for having their intimacy respected.

Safe to say: they were exclusive.

How the business stayed afloat was a mystery to outsiders; it seemed they never let outsiders in, to begin with, and that may have beeen the reason why it blew up in social media once found.

To the dismay of both the workers and the VIPs, locals and even tourists began queuing at the main entrance after one viral video portrayed them as the most exclusive club in the country— which was an overstatement, really. Still, it seemed to have become a challenge: get in, catch a glimpse of the mystery, and share it to the world.

Week after week, people gathered at the gates, trying to bribe the guards, to parade their last names, or to flirt their way in.

Thing is, the Red Crow stood by its values: not one of those pelople was allowed to enter, as discretion was most valued, and in spite of the possible loses, they closed their guest lists for a couple of months. That inevitably came with a bit of a hardship, in economical terms, but eventually they made it through. After little over a year, people lost interest, and they could come back to their usual activities without much more attention.

That's when Remus started working there. He had accepted James' offer in a moment of dispair, but found himself loving the job, even though it exhausted him more than anything else he had done before. The club had been in need of workers, and he was in need of a job back then, so it seemed logical.

Six months after, the only thing he regretted was not negotiating a higher salary upfront.

"C'mon mate… I am nearly there, just a little extra to motivate me! A nice new flat would motivate me…." —James laughed at his poor negotiating skills, which would be infuriating were they not as close.

"Remus… I already said no. Get to the top three and we will talk again. I promise you'll have your raise then.. What do you even need a new flat for?! The one you have is already nice enough" —James smiled as Remus shoved all the cash in a backpack. It always seemed to make him nervous though, how Remus resisted to opening a ban account to get his payments in. Too much touble he argued, but James still thought it was because he was -at least in part- ashamed to work as a professional in his beloved club. No hard feelings though, as long as he didn't get robbed.

"If not for the peace of my mind, do it for your image, it seems you do something far more sketchy, gettin paid like this… a bank account could surely help your credit too, taht way—"

“Nah, I like the mystery. Plus, giving you an almost heart attack every month adds to it." — Remus -the little shit- winked as he made his way to the door. It was nearly 8 p.m and that meant showtime was close. "If it serves as comfort though, I have no new clients tonight, sadly"

"Oh, yes it does! If you get robbed then we have to get rid of an old client!"

Remus rolled his eyes and let James to continue paying the rest of the crew.

He put his backpack in his own locker, safe and sound behind a tiny lock, and went straight to the dressing room. He had to change attire before the night begun.

Music could already be heard; a nice humming sound that set the mood: lights were set, and the occassional regular was also gettting ready. Good. It would be a good night.

Remus changed fast; his attire didn't need to be anything fancy. Just some black slacks, a fitted black shirt to match, and the wolf mask that he'd use for the main performance. Not that he needed to hide his identity anyway, it was just part of the feneral aesthetics.

As he got the rest of his accessories and devices ready, he sighed and smiled. It was going to be a good night.

He put his headphones on, fell onto his routine before any big show, and watched as the club started fillign up. He recognized some of his regulars, saw some of other professional's regulars, and was delighted to see some new faces as well.

People greeted him, some even winked eyes and hinted at wanting to book a session with him… and little by little, he got in the right mindset.

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The ambiance was delightful. All of the professionals were next to their clients already — including Remus— and the owner of Red Crow was already on stage, her characteristic mask on.

"Welcome once again, dear guests, to the Red Crow. Tonight, as you may know, we have a special event: our professionals will be performing all sorts of arts with a client of their choice for you, and we will be scheduling sessions for new clients only." — the crowd murmured politely, not cheering, but not booing either. They had all been told since before that this was how the night would go, and they had agreed to the terms before confirming their presence.

"This is our version of an Open Doors night, so you will be seeing new faces around, but worry not dear guests, as always , we guarantee discretion and respect to your intimacy, so, for your tranquility, I inform you that everyone signed our well-known NDA before their assistance was confirmed"

Remus and the rest of the crew nodded, which seemed to appease their own clients, and to cause curiosity to the newcomers.

"Throughout the night, more guests will be arriving, and as always, our blue and green rooms will be available for you, shall our main red room get to be too much. You will find a more standard version of a nightclub there, and you can still have your fun. No shame in taking a break"

Remus smiled as some of the clients wrinkled their noses, as if taking the owner's suggestion to offense. He smiled wider when he saw some of them nodding, clearly reassured. After all, The Red Crow offered safe-for- all environment.

"Before we begin the night, I must thank my devoted administrator, James, whom I know you all are acquainted with, for this was his idea"

The crowd cheered loudly then: both guests and crew applauded and whistled as James, currently with a deer mask with small antlers, bowed at them.

He looked his best like this: black slacks similar to Remus', a white vest that showed his arms, and a collar around his neck, its corresponding leash in Lily's hand.

"Thank you… thank you. I'm glad you like this one as much as I do. We will be performing on for you on the main stage at around 11 p.m, hope to see you there" — she giggled and pulled the leash, making James stumble back a bit and follow the lead immediately, like the good boy he always was for her. "Without further ado… let's start the night dear guests. Be welcome, enjoy yourselves, and don't forget to approach Marlene, in the bar with our beloved Cas, shall you decide to book a session with one of us"

With that, Lily came off the stage, James following right after her, led by his crimson leash.

Remus smiled, adjusted the mask on his head, and turned to look at his client.

"So… we have the main stage for us in a couple of hours, but the smaller stages are open. Would you like to start now, or do you want to go around for a little bit before we go onstage?"

"Around for a bit, Sir, if that's alright"

"It is. Lead the way, I'm right behind you"

"Please ! I promise I was invited, I'm not even kidding, they may have forgotten to put my name there!"

The bouncer just shook his head before gently moving the young woman over; she had her phone in her hand, obviously recording, and was clearly one of the few locals that still tried to sneak in the Red Crow.

"No list, no codeword, no pass"

"But I already said the keyword, it was Chocolate Souffle!"

The bouncer just shook his head and continued to work: he checked the list yet, asked for the word, and if both criteria passed, the person was allowed to enter. The young woman still tried to convince him for a few minutes, but to no avail. He waved her off, and the line continued to get shorter. One by one, people were denied access, and soon, it was Sirius' turn.

When he approached, the woman he saw before finally retreated, talking to the screen as you do with a friend. He thought he saw her smiling and winking his way, but he wasn't so sure. Not like it mattered anyway.

The bouncer beckoned him over, and he approached instantly —his step confident, his gaze decisive.

"Good evening. I have an invitation. Sorry for the delay, I could not decide what to wear"

"Name?" — the bouncer raised an eyebrow, looking at him up and down, but Sirius took no offense. He knew his outfit didn't exactly match the Crow's ambiance, but he thought something like this would be best for the first time coming over. Maybe in the future he could choose something flashier.

"I was told not to say. You can look for the person who invited me though, she's McKinnon. Marlene McKinnon, working in the bar"

The man hummed as he looked it up, and looked back at Sirius. "I have someone here. Word?"

"Lapdog"

The bouncer nodded shortly, asked for his hand to put a seal on the inside of his wrist, pointed the way to the coat room, and with that, he let him in. Just like that, after months of begging Marlene to refer him, he was let in The Red Crow.

Marlene had not lied at all. Everyone was BEAUTIFUL, capital letters. Wherever he looked, an attractive person stood. Some were in couples, some were in small groups, and some -like himself- were alone, but everyone seemed to feel comfortable and confident. It both helped and terrified Sirius. What if he wasn't worthy of a second invitation?

He did not feel self-conscious per se, but he did admit to himself that some people's beauty was astonishing… them being almost nude didn't help much.

As he entered, he saw a very attractive straight couple in the middle of a smaller stage. It was clear they had been playing for some time already, judging by the glistening skin on the guy. He was insanely handsome: dark wavy hair, charismatic smile, a deep voice that delighted the guest's ears when he moaned, a very well defined body… Sirius would've been a goner had his and the woman's role been inverted. She had long red hair, and was moving a vibrating wand over her sub's nipples, and… oh, that last movement made his glasses crook even further. Sweet, that gave away how much he was enjoying himself.

Sirius looked at them for a while longer, even wishing for a second he was straight. Their play looked fun.

"You, with the dark curls and the cropped top! Want to join him?" — the woman called him and, oh Lord, was he blushing?! He was definitely blushing. The power of a good Dom, he guessed. "Don' t be shy. I taught him how to share, and you seem curious… I can show you some fun times on stage, or you can book a session with me…" —she winked at him, and after shaking his head to get out of his stupor, he smiled.

"Thank you, but I think I'll walk around for a bit before deciding if I'm joining or just playing audience tonight… I am kind of new here"

A deep moan, followed by a slap produced by the woman's hand on his sub's skin distracted him.

"Forgive him. He forgets his manners when overexcited"— the woman made her sub's face tilt in Sirius' direction and whispered something in his ear, to which he nodded before locking gazes with Sirius.

"S-sorry guest… my… ah! My Lady can… she can take care of you, too…AH! But you are welcome to look around!"

Whatever was causing such moans was not the vibrating wand, Sirius reckoned, but instead of scaring him, that made him even more curious. If this was going on at one of the smaller stages, what was happening on the main one?"

"Good boy"

With that, the woman turned around again and continued whatever she was doing before talking to Sirius. Damn… if all the professionals at the Red Crow were anything like that, Sirius would become a regular, for sure.

He bowed again, just in case —what if the red haired Domme spoke about his poor manners with the owner?! He couldn't risk it— and continued to walk around.

Soon, he started to feel overdressed, literally. It seemed that jeans and a crop were not daring enough for this place. People were in different stages of undress by now, and really, he should not have been that surprised: he knew where he was going, but still, seeing all of it in person was shocking in a good way.

This was indeed a DS' amateur's paradise: people with different roles just played freely with whoever they saw fit. And those who didn't want to take a part in the actual play were welcome to watch. There were no judgments, no scandal, no rolling cameras. It was great. It felt safe.

He looked around, seeing signs that indicated the way to the so-called Green and Blue rooms. Marlene had spoken to him about those too, but he did not plan on visiting them tonight. He also saw signs that led to the private rooms —Marlene said they were reserved for one-on-one sessions with the professionals, but that they wouldn't be used tonight. It made sense, an Open Night was all about showing. And Sirius was here to see.

"Hi. Sorry to ask, but are you a Dom or a Sub?" —a pretty woman was the first person to approach him. She was wearing a very pretty red dress and had both of her arms fully tattooed.

"Good evening. It's alright. Hm… I am a switch, actually"

"Oh, wonderful! You see, my partner over there saw you walking around, and she thinks you're hot, and handsome, of course… would you consider joining us a little bit later on? Nothing too wild, just a public three-way"

Sirius looked at the woman's partner, who rolled a blonde curl between her fingers before waving a hand to greet him. Her whole chest was on display, and the movement made her tits wiggle. It reminded him of the pictures he used to have plastered all over his walls when he was a teenager. 14-year-old Sirius would've been delighted.

"So? What do you say?"

"I will think about it, but it's my first night here, so I would like to walk around first, if that is alright?"— politeness never killed anyone, he thought. The women had been nice to him, no need to tell them they didn't interest him in the slightest. Plus, he got to see good tits after a long while, which was always nice.

"Oh, no worries at all! My name is Dianne. If you want to find us, just ask someone from the crew about me, and they will help. Enjoy the Red Crow!"

She waved goodbye —as well as her blonde partner, which gifted him another wiggle— and he continued to walk around after smiling their way.

He saw a little bit of everything: people in the nude, just drinking something as they chatted, waiters and waitresses walking around with only condoms and lube on her platter —which was brilliant, if you asked Sirius— a wall full of whips, paddles, canes, riding crops… a couple of gagged subs that kneeled by their Dom's feet… some people riding or blowing their partner;s off… and two more scenes developing on different stages.

In one of them, a Domme —Dom?

… a very androgynous person was using feathers to tickle their partner —who seemed to be the sub in the relationship. Sirius could hear the giggles, and it seemed to be a very soft scene, almost vanilla. He walked fast past it.

It's not that he disliked it, it was just not his style. He could convince any partner to tickle him or treat him nicely in intimacy, but the rougher stuff he struggled more with. Sirius knew he enjoyed rough the most, but he had never found a decent partner who was willing to that sort of stuff to him, and that's the reason he begged Marlene to invite him to The Red Crow once he found out what he could find here. He was sick of grindr's fake doms, he wanted the actual thing.

The other scene was rougher, alright. In it, a man older than him was putting clothespins all over his sub's body; her chest was already covered, and there were lines traveling from her nipples to her pubis. Sirius could even see two weighted clamps pulling her pussy lips down.

The man continued to put clamps around the woman's most sensitive area, and although in the beginning not much could be heard —the woman was gagged and bonded to the X-cross in the middle of the stage, after all— a muffled scream called on Sirius' attention as soon as the man twisted both nipple clams the same time.

The whimpering and muffled screams continued as the man pulled and twisted the clamps, and at some point, they got louder.

Sirius got concerned then. The woman's breathing was heavy, and the man had started pulling on the clamps so hard that the tension could be seen. As the man went to grab a whip, Sirius found himself in front of one of the workers, who was standing by the stage.

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt, but is she alright?" —he didn't realize he had made his way through the small crowd until he approached the professional. It was probably subconscious, but the screams had gotten him actually concerned. If the woman was gagged, how could she safe-word if needed? The man in charge of the scene didn't seem to be checking on her, and Sirius knew that was important. He better than most, knew how bad fake doms could get.

"Oh? Good evening. I'm sorry, you are…" —Sirius looked up right then. The man who was talking to him was considerably taller, and although he started the dialogue, he lost all of his words as soon as he actually saw the stranger. "No need to be shy" — stranger said— "I am not about to scold you. I would just like a name to address you properly and then I will answer your question"

Sirius looked in the man's eyes. He didn't seem to be mocking.

"Sirius. Black… Sirius Black. Sub. I mean Do— SWITCH. I mean switch. It doesn't matter. Is she alright?"

Fuck, he hated to panic whenever he met someone he liked. Peter used to tease him about that all the time —you look flirty as a peacock, confident as an eagle, but the minute you see a handsome dude you turn into a squaker— he used to say. Which… rude. First, Sirius was no bird; second, Sirius was FAR prettier than a pigeon chick, even when nervous.

"Nice to meet you Sirius. Welcome to The Red Crow." Damn. Stranger had a nice voice.

Wait.

"I'm sorry. How did you know I'm new?"

A smile. Stranger had a nice smile as well, it was impossible not to notice.

"No need to apologize. I didn't know, I just had my suspicions: I saw you looking around, as if taking everything in… you even turned down Dianne's offer. If you were a usual you'd know Dianne doesn't offer many men that chance, but it's nice that you were polite; if you become a regular, she'll keep on offering. Is the club to your liking, so far?"

Sirius didn't know why, but the way stranger talked to him made him feel things. He had been looking his way, then? Had he asked Dianne about him, maybe? Sirius was not planning to accept Dianne's offer, but if stranger had something in mind… FOCUS.

"It is a nice place, I do like it…. Is she alright though?" — he looked in the sub's way. She was breathing less heavily now, and was looking in the man's way, still gagged.

"She is alright. She is a professional here, and I am her second"

Her second? Does that mean stranger is a sub? In that case, it's a good thing Sirius said he was a switch… he wouldn't mind giving it a try with this specimen of a man if he were to offer…

"Close your mouth Sirius. You are swooning a little bit"

Sirius blushed and cleared his throat before daring to look up at the man.

"Now, now. You use my name but I don't know yours just yet, so… stranger, I will not take the chance to flirt back with you because I am actually concerned and safety is first. So, if you're kind enough,how can I know for sure she is alright?"

The taller man scanned him and nodded after a second, with yet another smile.

"You are a good fit to The Crow, you know?" — stranger even tilted his head a bit when saying that, never taking his eyes off Sirius. He was quite handsome, it made Sirius nervous, but he didn't let it show… much.

"Thank you. I'm glad I am. Now… I'm sorry for insisting, but could you answer my questions before we chat? I'd like to chat. I just would like to have some peace of mind about this, and then I'm all yours. I went through some bad experiences myself, and every second counts"

Stranger giggled —he giggled! — and then he clapped twice.

Suddenly, the man —who was still looking for a whip— came back, removed the woman's ball gag, and they both looked at Remus.

"Lupin, everything alright?"

"Just an inquire from a guest, it's all. Lina, state loud and clear your colours, how you feel, and if you'd like to continue, please"

"Yes, Sir." — the sub, Lina, breathed in and looked at the crowd before speaking up— "Green. I like impact play very much. I feel a bit in subspace, but I can consent and safe-word. My client, Danny, is one of my frequents and is here as per my invitation. I want to continue, we planned the scene for you"

Stranger —or Lupin, as the man had called him, looked back at Sirius.

"That is the answer to your question Sirius, you can know she is alright like that. We are under Moderate Protocol tonight, concern is bound to happen, and every scene has a second professional looking after the performers and caring for the audience as well as the people on the stage. That is what I am right now, a second. Do you want to ask her any additional question before I lift the pause?"

There it was again, the funny thing Sirius felt when stranger, or Lupin —as the man called him— talked to him the first time.

"Hm… can she… step out of the scene if it gets to be too much?"

Lupin nodded to acknowledge the question, and turned back to Lina, who was taking sips of water from a bottle offered to her by Danny.

"Lina, answer, please"

"Yes, Sir. I can safe-word when I am not wearing a gag; my client and my second know my safe-words. If my hands are free but I'm gagged, I can clap three times. And if I'm restricted, like now, I have to use the sign for clapping"— Lina moved her hands in the same way Sirius had seen sign language interpreters do for clapping. It reassured him— "I only do bondage with my most trusted clients, but all of my clients respect safety"

Stranger —Lupin— looked back at Sirius, who only nodded to express he was satisfied with the answer.

"Thanks Lina, thanks Danny. Please continue" — he clapped two times again, and that set the scene going again. Danny put the gag back in Lina's mouth, and continued to tease her.

This time, Sirius was appeased, and did not need to look back at the scene. There was something —someone— far more entertaining anyways.

"So… do I get to have a name, or should I also call you Lupin?"

"Well, Sirius, your manners were spot on tonight, so yes, you can have my name" —Lupin took a card out of the pocket of his shirt and extended it his way. It was a business card like any other, although with no phone number.

"What is this?"

"My card. If you find out what it is for, you can use it. It was a pleasure, Sirius Black, switch"

For some reason, Sirius blushed furiously. It had to be the voice… and the demeanor.

With a bow —much similar to the one he had given the red-haired Domme from the entrance— he continued walking around. He read the card he was given: Remus Lupin, it said, but nothing else. How enigmatic.

After putting the card in his pocket, he looked around, this time focusing on the art that hanged on the walls. It was almost all boudoir photography, and it added to the sensual, inhibited atmosphere of the place. It was quite nice.

"Are you ready? Once the stage is clear, James will call us over, and we'll start our public session… how are you feeling?"

"Excited"

Remus smiled and checked his client's harness. It looked good, just a little accessory for the night, since he wouldn't be doing any bondage.

"Tell me your safe-words and we can go up, then"

"Remus…"

"Evan…"

Evan laughed and fixed his hair with a practiced move. "You are too nice. You are. We go by the colour system for OK and slow down, so that's green and yellow, respectively. If i want to play cnc, I say red, but that's off limits tonight.. and if I actually want you to stop, I say beetroot"

"Good boy"

"Oi! We're not in the scene yet… I don't want to get overexcited yet, don't be praising me like that just yet"

Remus laughed but agreed nonetheless. He looked at the audience as he put his half-mask on, and soon, he helped Evan on stage.

"Good evening everyone… we won't be accepting anyone in our scene tonight, but you're welcome to watch and pleasure yourselves, if needed" some people chuckled, and Remus smiled in response. He liked teasing his clients, and tonight he audience was no full of potential clients, he liked this. "Evan, greet your audience and get ready please"

"Yes, Sir"

Remus smiled as Evan approached their audience and waved. "Hi, I'm Evan… one of Remus' subs. He invited me tonight so you could see how well he works, and obviously I accepted. He's the best Dom here, take my word" —Evan was like that, confident and easy going; it helped that he was also good looking, Remus was sure they would be surrounded by people in no time—"I hope you enjoy our scene, and well, if you do, don't hesitate in booking Remus. He is top tier, and works with both men and women"

"And… that's it Evan, you're not my manager. Come here. I want you ready on the chair, nice and pretty, alright?"

Evan nodded after giggling, and waved to the audience one last time before going to the wide chair set up on stage. As he got comfortable, Remus greeted some people he recognized, waved at the audience, and then… the scene started.

"Evan, state your colour"

"Green"

"Good" —Remus walked around Evan and posed his hands on his shoulders. "You look particularly pretty tonight…" as he went down Evan's arms, he made sure to massage, and once he reached his wrists, he made his way back up.

"Thanks Sir"

"You wanted to show off, didn't you?"— Remus' hands traveled from Evan's shoulders to his chest this time. He made sure to caress his collarbones before leading down, towards his nipples, but just before he started playing with them, he suddenly moved up , and then Evan's head was being held up.

Remus made sure to stretch Evan's neck , pressing the length of his fingers against Evan's jawbones, almost giving into the will of choking him from behind.

"Look at how many people will be seeing you pleasure yourself for me Evan… look at the lust in their eyes…" —he whispered right by Evan's ear, which made the sub squirm, and he even bit his earlobe before continuing his ministrations— "they probably want you for themselves, but you're off limits tonight. You will show them how good you are, won't you? You will sell yourself like the good little trained sub you are…"

Remus started playing with Evan's nipples just as he started making more sounds. That called some more people over, and Remus felt pride rising up his chest.

"So desperate already, and I haven't even taken your joggers off" —he flicked both nipples at the same time, making Evan moan under his breath.

"You like this, I know, but I don't do it for your enjoyment, I just like getting you hard with only some words and some twisting" —he twisted both nipples as if to highlight his words, and he saw goosebumps raising all over Evan's skin— "you will let me play with these a little more?"

"Y-yes Sir… all… all you want"

"Good"

Remus pulled both nipples as hard as he could then—which earned him a louder moan— and went to grab two ice-cubes from a glass he had on the little assistance table when he saw him: Sirius Black, at the front row, talking with James, his designated second, as they both attentively watched the scene. Well, that was something… Remus wanted to perform even better now.

He had to impress the new potential clients, that's it. Nothing inside him made him feel like he needed to perform well for the guy he met just tonight.

Forgetting about his inner discussion, and not giving Evan enough time to prepare for what was coming, he pressed both cubes down onto the sub's nipples, earning yet another moan that seemed to call even more people over.

"Owe, what a pathetic little slut you are, Evan. Your skin is so hot already that you're melting the ice with me barely doing anything" —he drew circles around Evan's nipples with the ice-cubes until they were gone, and then, for good measurement, he pulled them yet again.

He looked down at the tent forming in Evan's joggers, and he knew it was time already.

"So responsive, that's exactly what I was looking for today: a responsive slut who joined me on stage"

Evan just moaned and led his own hands up to his nipples to continue teasing himself.

"Spread your legs Evan, let our audience see how hard you get having your nipples played with"

Evan did just that, spreading and showing the tiniest stain on his joggers, right where his cock was rubbing the fabric from the inside.

Some people from the audience had started caressing their own partners, following what was happening on stage. Remus could even see Sirius and James pulling at their own nipples at the same pace Evan did. It was a shame that Remus couldn't see Sirius skin some more though, he was teasing himself over the cropped top.

Their eyes met for a second, and Remus smirked when he realized Sirius blushed, but never stopped playing with his nipples.

What a good boy…

Evan moaned and shifted on the chair, calling his attention back to the scene.

"Colour?"

"Green. Sir, please… more"

Remus patiently walked in front of Evan, and kneeled. He pulled at the hem of his joggers with two fingers, and peeked inside as if he were checking some file and not some handsome man's cock.

"Oh, so hard already, this will be fun…" —he circled the tip of Evan's cock with a finger, and then continued pulling the hem of the joggers.

He only stopped once Evan's cock and balls were on display, and he stepped aside so the crowd could look at him. A general sigh was heard; it seemed Evan was not the only one getting impatient.

"Palm yourself, slowly"

Evan did as told, and even though Remus didn't look attentively, he knew some people in the audience did, too.

"Now pleasure yourself for me… show me how good you can feel"

Evan's hand went all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock, and he soon started a rhythm that had him moaning.

"Such a good boy… yes… go faster"

"ah! Sir… it feels good…"

"I know… I know it does darling… spit on yourself, c'mon. Make yourself wet"

Evan did as told, and with every minute that passed, his moans got louder.

"Stop"—Remus spoke firmly after a moment, knowing all to well that Evan could cum just from a caress after nipple play— "take off your joggers and present, let's show them our little surprise"

Evan nodded and stood up, hurrying to take his joggers off. Once he was nude, he spread his legs and showed a jewel plug that sat perfectly inside him.

"Hold that pose" —Remus used two fingers to move the plug around. It was enough to have Evan moaning again—" I want you to wank as fast as you can while I play with this little jewel here"

He kneeled in front of Evan, hoping the audience still had a good view, and he started playing with the plug once more. He could see Evan's hand moving, and what was far more interesting.. he could hear the reactions they were getting.

"Don't stop. Move that hand up and down for me… that's it… touch ourself for me. Think about what you'd like me doing to you… would you like me to touch you? To feel you? Maybe.. to fuck you?"

Evan moaned, and alongside him, some more people. Remus thought it would be nice to learn if one of those voices belonged to the only person he had given his card to.

"Sir… sir I'm about to…"

"No"

Remus stood up, still playing with the plug, and smirking down at Evan, who all but begged with his eyes.

"You cum only when I give you permission, understood?"

"Yes" —oh. that one had not been Evan, but someone from the audience.

"Evan, reply. Understood?"

"Y-yes Sir"

"Good. Resume your stroking, and clench on this plug, I don't want it to fall"

"Yes… yes Sir"

Evan returned to stroking, and that's when Remus turned around to look at the audience. There, on the same spot he had been standing before, was Sirius. This time, holding his crop up in between his teeth, and stroking himself at the same time Evan did.

Their eyes didn't meet this time though; Sirius seemed to be too focused in the scene.

Remus looked for James' eyes then, as if asking, wondering… and James nodded. Fuck, yes.

"Go slower now. I want to hear you moan… not loud, you can be as quiet as you want…"

Sirius —and he supposed Evan as well— followed his command as if it was second nature. It was delightful.

"Press a bit more, make it tight…"

Again, Sirius did. The tip of his cock came to view every time his hand retreated, and he flicked his hand every time he reached it again.

"Don't do that. I want you to last. No flicking or using your thumb. If you want something more, fuck into your fist, but keep it nice and slow for me…"

Again, Sirius did as he was told —well, as he heard Evan be told— and he even threw his head back as his hips started moving.

"Good boy… do you feel that? Imagine that's my hand on you, taking you to the edge… jerking you off… I am the owner of your pleasure, aren't I?" —Sirius nodded— "I am the one making you feel like that… and with only my voice"

Sirius' touch faltered, but he didn't stop. Instead, he closed his eyes and continued to follow the instructions he was indirectly receiving.

"Go a bit faster now. Caress your balls… play a bit… show me what you like best…"

Sirius went back to flicking his wrist as he reached the tip of his cock, and he used his other hand to play with his balls at the same time.His hair fell all around his face, and that made him look even better.

"That's it, pretty… such a good boy… good…"

Remus saw Sirius' breath hitching, and he smirked. He didn't have his explicit permission for doing this, but if Sirius had followed every order so far…

"Stop. Not yet"

"Ah! Please Sir, I'm so close… please!" —Evan begged from behind Remus, and it seemed Sirius mumbled something too. Shame he couldn't listen.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes Sir, please" —again, Sirius mirrored Evan, this time by only nodding.

"So well behaved… alright. Wank again, as fast as you can this time"

Evan's moans were louder this time, so much that Remus had to look back at him. Thankfully, his eyes were also closed.

"Faster"

He turned back around, seeing Sirius obey immediately, and he heard Evan doing the same. Sirius' touch started faltering, Evan's moans started breaking…

"Ask for permission"

"I…Sir, please!" —Please— Remus read Sirius' lips at the same time he heard Evan's plea.

"Don't slow down, keep going" —he couldn't take his eyes off of Sirius. He was clearly close… would he be able to Dom him at a distance?

"PLEASE" —please… please…

"I didn't say beg, I said ask for permission" —Sirius frowned, still with his eyes closed, but didn't stop jerking— "I'm waiting…"

"AH.. can I cum, Sir?" —Please…let me…

"SIR… PLEASE LET ME CUM!" —Evan's despair was clear; it made Sirius open his eyes and look at the stage… and then… their eyes met again.

"Cum for me"

With that, Sirius bit his lower lip and stained his hand. Remus watched every second, as if it was a dream. Thankfully it wasn't.

Before Sirius tucked his dick away, Remus turned around to check on Evan. He had a dopey smile on, and was playing with his spent cock as he looked up at him.

"Colour?"

Evan smiled wider, and finally dropped his hand by his side.

"Fucking green… you really are the best, Lupin"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE GAVE YOU THIS?!" —Marlene called Dorcas over as soon as Sirius showed up at the bar, asking to schedule an appointment with that one person whose name was in the card. She also looked at the card with surprise, even touching it to confirm its authenticity.

"I mean… he told me to use it if I found out what it was for, but I have no idea what it is for, so…"

"Sirius, Remus never gives cards away, you must have met him before. When did you get this card?!!"

Sirius looked at Marlene in complete confusion —"I told you!! I asked him about the safety of a girl and then we chatted… and he gave me the card…"

"Don' t lie"

"I am not!!"

"Sirius, that is unlikely. This cards… they mean the professionals want you to book sessions with them. They are invitations"

"Oh, nice, so I can come back next week?"

"Yes, but…"

"Look, I just had one of the best orgasms of my life, and he didn't even touch me. Forgive me for trying to schedule an appointment with him before half the club comes begging for him, I just want to—"

"Session. He's a dom by salary, not a therapist, but yes, he's quite popular. I can schedule you right now" — Dorcas interrupted his rambling, but before he could reply, she had already gone for the appointment -or, ehm- session book.

Once she was back, she took the card from Marlene's hand, looked at it herself, and returned it to him.

"Keep that card, it works like a special pass for three sessions. Would you like to use it for your first session with Lupin? He is coped for the next nine weeks, but if you use it, you could come next week and have him as your—"

"YES"

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A week was both a short and a ridiculously long amount of time, especially for Sirius, who had submitted the NDA, and the kinks and limits form faster than he ever turned any homework in.

He anxiously waited, and waited… and waited for the confirmation of his session, but nothing.

What if Remus Lupin, the handsome and tall not-so-much-of-a-stranger-anymore disliked his kinks and proceeded to reject him as a client?!

Had Sirius hallucinated Remus telling him to cum? That had felt good, insanely good, Sirius had liked it a LOT; and the eye contact…. No way he was mistaken, Remus surely liked him at least a little bit, right?

But what if not! What if Sirius just got overexcited and misread the situation? He would feel disappointment, of course, he may even have a small depressive episode.

Before he took drastic measures (calling Peter and sharing every single detail about his kinks and limits list so he could judge him properly), his phone lit up: a message demanding him to check his inbox for an incoming e-mail.

Sirius' breath hitched. Seven full days had passed, the appointment was specifically scheduled for that very same night.

He opened his e-mail, checked the inbox… and there. One single notification that made his heartbeat skip in excitement.

Sirius hurried to open the document.He was only hours away from the very first session, after all, no way he'd miss it.

That was it.

One single page of clearly established rules. He was accepted.

Sirius sighed and put his phone down as he felt himself grin so wide he even laughed of joy. Remus Lupin had accepted him. He had chosen to accept him.

So what, kissing was yellow territory, but there was also the chance of special contracts… and the tempting condition of twelve sessions to be considered a regular, which, in Sirius' mind, was just another word for special. He could work with that.

He would work with that.

He stood up hastily, running to the shower to prepare himself. It didn't matter what they did today, even if it was just an orgasm control session like last one—not that last time had been a formal session per se.

Sirius wanted to be good, to feel good, to smell good. He wanted to be the best. After all, if he wanted to bag the best, he had to be worth it.

With his mind set, he put on some music and got to the thrilling ritual of getting ready for someone he liked.

He was already excited.

Remus felt his best when in the Red Crow. He felt desired, wanted, and couldn't help but let his ego believe it at times: he was so looked after that it was hard to get him.

Seeing Sirius Black's application that very same night after everyone left did make him nervous though.

He had broken protocol —kind of, Evan hadn't actually noticed—because of a pretty young man that he had spoken to ONCE. He was no teenager, it was ridiculous. Still, the fact that his invitation was accepted was thrilling.

"So, the man of your dreams is coming tonight to sesh. How are we feeling?"

"James he is NOT the man of my dreams" —yet. Physically he was, no doubt about that; and if his personality was half as brilliant as it seemed to be, Remus would have to backtrack on his words by the end of the night. He would not tell James, though. He was too proud.

"Well you had never given a personal card to an absolute stranger before, so forgive me, but I am excited."

"He was no stranger, I knew his name by then…"

"Yes, and then you made him cum while domming Evan. Which was HOT. I'm glad I convinced your guy, he was quite shy at first"

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless, after all, it had been James who confirmed Sirius was into the scene and that he —Remus— could continue.

"Did you… talk to him?"

Something in his tone must have given his curiosity away. James immediately stood up, delighted, and proceeded to tease him as if he had admitted out loud that he fancied the guy. Which he didn't. Or well… couldn't, given that: first, he was a client, and second, they had only spoken once.

"Oh, Remus… why, thank you!!! I will accept the wingman role!! At last!! I can befriend him, talk well about you, and then come to you with the gossip!!"

"Shut up…"—he shoved James away, but returned the smile while doing so.

"I don't blame you for your infatuation. He is GORGEOUS. Even Lily said so, she invited him to our scene and all."

That caught Remus' attention.

"Did he… accept?"—he asked, warily.

Most clients liked both men and women; after all, they were all quite hedonistic and couldn't deny themselves the blessed pleasure of human anatomy even when having a clear preference. It wouldn't have surprised him if Sirius was like him —bi— or like James —pan, but with a strong preference for his own Domme.

"Worry not my friend. He was positively flustered, but he didn't. Unfortunately. I think he is fully gay, which… good for you I guess. If he's ever up to, though, Lily and I would LOVE to welcome him."

Remus rolled his eyes. "I knew I was not the only one with my eye on him."

"Right… I heard Dianne invited him, too?"

"No card, but she did."

"Whoa… that's not quite usual…."

"Indeed. Lina asked about him as well. And so did Fabian."

James whistled, but wiggled his eyebrows right after.

"Well but he came to you, didn't he? That must mean something. You cannot let them steal your man away. You have any plans?"

"Not really, I guess I'll just set boundaries clear and… well I was thinking about repeating the scene, this time one on one."

James put a straight face right then. "You can't do that. He's coming for the first time! You have to blow his mind off!!"

"I don't want to scare him, James. You know that a full DS scene requires both parties to get used to each other, it takes time…"

"Bollocks, it's about trust, not about time. But alright, I respect you. What I'm saying is…. be innovative, no need to go full freak if you don't want to, not yet, but if you want him to schedule another session soon, make him wonder what could come next. His list is—"

"I know"—Remus smiled, getting it immediately. When Lily and James had read over Sirius' kinks and limits form… they called him immediately.

It was not impossible to have an over 80% match, but it was unlikely, specially with people who didn't know each other beforehand.

Remus took his time to study the form, even imagining scenarios of what could be done… and before he realized, six days had passed.

Lily had scolded him hard when he finally confirmed the appointment. Sirius had used the card, so they had to schedule him soon, but Remus had taken so much time giving his ok that the suggested date was, well, today, and it would throw off his own schedule for a full month.

Still, Remus insisted.

After some adjustments —and some heavy scolding yet again— Marlene and Dorcas fit Sirius in. They got in touch with some clients who had been forcefully rescheduled, and then they sent Sirius the bylaws. The guy had replied with a single thumbs up on email —who does that?!— and Remus was left to set a first session in a private room for later.

"So? Will you blow his mind off? Will you blow him?"

Remus chuckled at James' bluntness.

"I don't plan on blowing him, no. But I'm not opposed to other things… let's see how we get along and then I'll decide. But I'll take your advice. I won't repeat the scene"

"Good evening, Mr. Black, a pleasure to see you again. Your designated room is 106. You can wait inside. Your professional will be there shortly. Thanks for the punctuality."

Marlene's colleague —Dorcas— showed Sirius the private room and left him to his own devices right after. He looked around as they went, realizing the place was way different when there was an event going on and during an ordinary day.

Well, if he was good, maybe one day he could be a performer at one of those events…

He shook his head. He didn't want to daydream.

Once he actually entered the room, the most delightful smell welcomed him. It was a mixture of sweet and flowery: clean, cozy… it made him feel at ease.

When he asked for a session he had no idea what he was signing up for, and he still had none. The room he was in was very normal: all but one wall were white, there was a big bed in the middle of the room, probably king sized, a small table with two chairs, a window… But no x-cross, no special sex couch, not even a mirror on the roof.

Sirius was a bit confused; the only sign that this was a scene room was a card on the bedside table that read ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT IS SENSUAL, which… agreed, but still, this was not at all what he was expecting.

"Sirius Black?"—that voice though, oh, he was counting the minutes to hear it again.

"Remus Lupin, or…. Should I call you Sir already?"

Remus smiled, closing the door behind him.

"I am not a fan of high protocol outside high protocol events, takes the magic off things. Remus will do."

"Oh, sorry" —Sirius blushed. Maybe he was going too fast? Remus didn't seem bothered, he was actually very polite, and nice, and—

"No need to apologize. We're getting to know each other. Get comfortable please; you can seat, lay down… I don't mind."

"God, you really are a professional."— Sirius nervously giggled as he sat on the bed, facing Remus.

"I am, but I am not uptight Sirius, we can chat, get to know each other, and have fun without being formal."

"Oh, you call it that? Have fun?"

"Yes, I think sharing a room for the sake of pleasure with a gorgeous man is fun, don't you agree?"

"Fuck, I'm getting hard already."

Remus threw his head back to laugh. It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous.

"See? Fun."—he extended a list to Sirius. A copy of his kinks list. Oh.— "We can work on this together today, or you can choose something to try out… I have personally highlighted some."

Sirius didn't even read the options that were not highlighted, he wanted to see what Remus had chosen. Plugs, spanking, blindfolds, light bondage, masturbation, handjob, blowjob— wait. Blowjob?! That one sounded fine… would he be receiving or giving?

"If you don't feel like doing anything, that'd be fine, too, just so you know."—Remus looked at him in the eye, and all Sirius wanted to do was laugh. Ha. As if!! He held himself back though.

"No. I want it. Of course I want it, but I need to tell you some stuff beforehand."

"I'm listening."

"I normally hate being bossed around and I have an attitude."

"Are you a brat of sorts?"—Remus spoke calmly, it didn't seem he was making fun of Sirius, nor did it seem he was getting off on the conversation.

Sirius liked.

"Ahm. No? Well, I don't know yet. I just know that if you boss me around in normal situations, like right now, I'll give you attitude and you'll end up hating me."

"Well, I wouldn't hate you, I guarantee that. And as long as you don't insult me out of nowhere, I am fine with attitude."

"That's the thing. You shouldn't have said that, now that I know it, I will use that against you if you boss me around outside of a scene. I will insult you."

Remus laughed, which, oddly enough, made Sirius feel even more assured.

"Alright, noted. I don't like to follow high protocol in every scene, nor do I like to be called titles outside of a scene. You don't like to be bossed around and forced to submit in ordinary situations. It sounds good so far."

How was it so easy? Why was it so easy?!?! Sirius had never had this sort of response from any partner before. What was this?!

"Anything you'd like to add? I'd really like to see your skin otherwise."

"Yes. I... uhm…it's actually about that."—now this was more difficult for Sirius. He loved his body, he knew he was good looking; but showing his skin for the first time was always a struggle. He didn't like pity, or over-questioning, it killed the mood, plus, he'd hate receiving a bad reaction from Remus.

Still, it was better to set it clear beforehand. "I have scars. They are not pretty."

"Alright. Want me to avoid touching them? Do you have any scar-related triggers?"

"No trigger, scars don't bother me, and I have no issue with touch. I just hate pity and people always baby me when they see them. If you start treating me as if I were 5 I will insult you, that's all I mean."

Remus nodded, then seemed to think about it, and next he stood up. "I will remove my shirt, alright? I don't need you to do the same. I just want to show you something."

As soon as Sirius nodded, Remus started unbuttoning his shirt. Once it slid off his body, Remus opened his arms to show his chest, and then turned around to show his back.

He, too, had his share of scars.

Sirius smiled. "Brilliant…"

Remus seemed to find his reaction amusing, but he didn't point it out.

"I won't share my story and you don't have to share yours either. Just know that even though I don't judge it, I don't enjoy permanent scaring as a kink. These were caused by something else."

"Mine too. Something else."—Sirius' eyes travelled down Remus' torso. He hadn't had that pleasure the week prior. Again, he liked. He liked very much.

"Sirius? Are you with me?"

"I…" —he returned his eyes to Remus' and smiled. "Yes. Sorry. I said it already Remus… brilliant."

"Did you get hard just looking at my scars?"

Sirius grinned, not ashamed at all. He even leaned back on his hands to show his crotch; as Remus said, he was hard already. "Well, you are my type. And the whole context has me excited since I received the e-mail, really. I won't apologize for my boner."

Remus laughed yet again. "Nice to know, I can work with your boner alright. And… You are very handsome yourself." —he extended a hand to Sirius, inviting him to stand up— "Shall we start, then? Have you decided on something?"

Sirius accepted the hand, and once on his feet he looked at Remus in the eye. "Indeed I have… I'd like you to surprise me. Anything from that list is alright. My safeword's lapdog."

Remus felt all the blood in his brain head south. He actually felt it. Sirius' eyes did not help the matter. He nodded in understanding and breathed in deeply. Bless James, at least he had some scenarios in mind.

Here goes.

He put a strand of Sirius' hair behind his ear, delicate. Sirius looked up at him, but said nothing further. And damn, those eyes…

"We can stop whenever, don't be afraid to speak up"

"I will"

"Good" —Remus grabbed all of Sirius' hair in one hand then, pulling hard enough to make him bare his throat, and he let himself go.

He kissed Sirius' neck as if he was kissing his lips. Sensually, languidly… he even sucked down on some spots as he moved around.

Sirius' breath hitched, his hands found their way to Remus' torso, but he only posed them there: one on his abdomen, the other one on his chest, not doing much but feeling.

"Go… ahead" —Remus said, between a bite and yet another kiss on the pale skin that was being offered to him— "you can touch me Sirius… it's alright"

And touch he did.

Sirius' hands went all the way from Remus' abdomen to his neck, feeling everything up. He slid his fingers through Remus' hair and even pulled it, inviting him to continue kissing his neck. He even arched his back once Remus sucked on one of his favourite spots.

Once Remus noticed Sirius was already into it, he slid a hand down from Sirius' neck to the hem of his trousers, and then under the tee he was still wearing. He felt Sirius' stomach, his heavy panting —turns out he was either really sensitive to neck kissing, or he was really turned on— and he decided he could not wait anymore.

With the same light touch he used to put a strand of hair aside, he started removing Sirius' tee, and to his delight, Sirius took a step back to hurry and take it off.

What he saw made him nearly salivate.

Pale skin decorated with tattoos, so many that if Sirius hadn't mentioned having scars, Remus wouldn't have noticed. Most of them were roses with thorns, but Remus could also see a snake and a compass, a dagger, some viking runes… and one nipple piercing. The other nipple seemed to be untouched.

"Not to tease but… like what you see?"

To top it off, he was confident. Fuck.

"Yes, I will have some very nice dreams tonight…"

"No need for dreaming when you can actually have the original." With that, Sirius used his own hand to go from his neck to his crotch, making a show out of it. "Come back, now, Remus….More. Please" —he even moaned that last word, palming himself as he did so.

Remus made up his mind then. He wanted to see this man cum again, and he wanted to see it happen before his eyes.

"Remove your trousers, if you're that desperate"

Something seemed to click in Sirius' head. He left up a hitched breath and took off his trousers faster than he did his shirt.

Remus was struck with the image of a fully naked Sirius Black then, and he suddenly wanted to do everything to him. Had he skipped pants just for this session? That was ridiculously hot.

He approached, flicking both nipples with only his index —which seemed to make Sirius' cock jump— and he smirked. "You're a good slut, showing yourself to me like this… but I have to ask, did it hurt too much pain, or why did you leave the other nipple with no jewellery?"

"Uh, well, yes… they hurt but I liked it… I just lost the pair… do you like how they look with the piercings?"

"They look like the sluttiest thing ever"

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, I can remO—"

"No. I like your nipples. I want to bite them"

Sirius could've said something right then, but he couldn't, for Remus' mouth was on him again and all he could do was moan.

Remus kissed and sucked his way down: from his neck, to his collarbones, to his nipples —which he actually bit— and then down to his hips.

Oh, so he would be receiving. He liked receiving… he didn't think he'd last more than five minutes if Remus did what he thought he'd do though. Well, Sirius could always try…

Remus looked up at Sirius from where he was kneeling, his face deliciously close to his prick, but instead of taking him in his mouth, he started to kiss and sucked at his hipbones. What was it with this man kissing and sucking on his skin?!

Once a hickey was left on each hip, and once he seemed to be satisfied, Remus finally made his way to Sirius' crotch again. He was frustratingly close but not enough, and Sirius was frustrated. He was close they hadn't even done much.

"You like having your dick sucked, Sirius?"

"Yes…"

"How much?"

"A… a lot… do you like having yours sucked?"

"Not the question. Would you like me to suck you?"

Fuck, he was using the same voice he used at the Open Night… it was a bit too cruel, if he wanted Sirius to last.

"I… yes"

"Tell me"

"Wha—?"

"Ask for it nicely, I might agree"

"I… Remus, please suck me off…"

"I thought I sucked on your skin plenty already…"

"Remus…."

"Yes?"

"Don't tease… Suck me off, please…"

Sirius Black never said please. Not when he asked for favours, not when he was shagging, but Remus was being a bitch. A bitch that started massaging his arse as if nothing.

Sirius, inevitably, moaned.

"Please… blow me…"

Instead of doing so, Remus caressed —literally caressed— his cock with his face. But no lip action, no sucking. Nothing.

His hands, that had never stopped massaging his arse, started spreading him, and Sirius even felt a finger teasing his hole. He moaned even louder.

"A blowjob is a privilege you earn Sirius… do you think you can earn it?"

"Yes…"

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, Remus… I can— I can earn it"

"Let's test that. On your hands and knees on the bed. I want to taste you, and if you're good, I might taste you some more"

Sirius had to breathe deeply twice before complying. But once he felt himself calmer, he went straight to the bed to assume the position. He even arched his back, to properly present himself.

Remus just watched, feeling himself salivate.

After a minute too long, he kneeled behind Sirius, and without further warning, he dove in.

He licked all the way from Sirius' balls to his hole a couple of times, careful in avoiding his dick, which was a lovely red shade by now. Had he been hard for long? Remus hadn't taken actual note. It looked sort of painful though, poor him.

"Oh fuck… yes… please, Remus, yes!" —Sirius let his head fall to the bed then, making even more space for Remus to work. He then led a hand to his own prick, as per instinct, but Remus was faster; before he could even make contact, he slapped the hand off.

Sirius got the message without more words: he was not allowed to touch.

As a reward, Remus spit on Sirius' hole, watching as it travelled down to his balls, and from there, to his achingly hard prick. Sirius moaned louder: that was the first and contact his boner was getting.

The more Sirius moaned, the more passionately Remus got, fully eating him out in no time. He teased the muscle with the tip of his tongue, he kissed while spreading him apart… and he sucked —which had a specially delicious reaction from Sirius, who had whimpered and flinched. Remus knew it would be no time by now.

Without stopping his mouth,Remus took a finger and pressed it to Sirius' taint —which was rewarded with a higher, louder moan. He started massaging as he leisurely continued with his ass-eating.

After a couple of blissful minutes —really, Remus loved ass eating— Sirius finally spoke, his voice slightly broken.

"Remus… I won't hold much longer, I am…"

That's when Remus' started repeating the actions Sirius had liked the most in a loop: the sucking, the tongue flicking, and the moaning against his skin.

In under two minutes, Sirius was staining the sheets beneath him, cumming without any further stimulation.

"Ah— AH, shit, Remus! I— told you! Oh shit…"

Remus did not stop his ministrations. If anything, he increased them, which, hopefully, made Sirius' orgasm more inevitable.

Delicious.

Sirius tasted delicious, and the moans he left out as he came were the perfect side. Remus was in actual bliss. He slurped, kissed… he even licked Sirius' dick a couple of times after he came.

Once he had come down though, Sirius immediately turned around, cock spent, a frown on his face. "I told you I couldn't hold it, that's cheating!"

Remus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat on the bed, right next to Sirius, clearly confused.

"I… am sorry? You didn't like it?"

"It was fucking brilliant! But you made me cum untouched, you dick!!"—Remus tried to hold back his smile, but he failed miserably.— "Don't smile! I didn't earn that blowjob but it's your fault!!"

"I'm sorry… what?"

"Yous said I could earn a blowjob, and then you cheated, and now I have no blowjob, and you will be crossed!"

Right… no matter how well they got each other before the scene, this was the first session together.

"Sirius, I promise I am not, and I won't be crossed"

"But you—"

"It's part of the scene darling, blowjobs can be unrestricted between us, if you decide to come back for another session. It's not an actual privilege you earn, not with me. I wanted you to cum, and I was just dirty talking"

Sirius blushed, but still looked up at him with big eyes. "But you didn't have fun…". Remus could've melted.

"Oh I did. I had lots of fun. The hottest guy I've seen just came untouched on my tongue, I loved it."

That made Sirius blush harder, he looked at the window and tried to cover his body with his arms.

"No need to be shy. I am being honest. Want me to help you get dressed? Maybe some tea?"

Sirius just nodded, not upset, not crossed… just a bit out of it.

And it was alright, Remus didn't have to ask, he enjoyed aftercare as much as he enjoyed the actual scenes, even more so if the other person had been nice enough since the beginning.

Remus grabbed a some wet wipes and a pair of the spare pants they offered at The Crow before heading back to Sirius. He offered the wipes —which Sirius promptly used— and then he helped with the pants.

He made sure his touch was firm and grounding, not suggestive, and little by little, Sirius came back to it.

Once both of them were back in their clothes, and once Sirius had a cup of warm tea in his hands, he looked back at Remus and spoke again.

"Sorry for that. I went away for a bit.. it's been long since I last sessioned, and my previous partners were not like you. Won't happen again"

"Don't apologize, it's no bother. Remember the rules? Care is to be involved all the way through, not negotiable"—Remus smiled kindly, and Sirius returned the smile with a particularly attractive glint in his eye.

"You really are something, aren't you?"

"I hope that's a good thing?"

"It is for you, and for me, I think." —he finished his tea and set the cup down before grinning. "I know you were into it, too, and I loved the scene. You were soft, but also firm… I think I like this. If you mean it about unrestricted blowjobs… I want to schedule another session"

Remus felt himself grinning back.

"I would be delighted"

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Scheduling the next session was not as easy. He had forgotten to talk to Dorcas or Marlene before going home—to his credit, both of them were not at the bar when he left, and he had no idea where to look for them. When he called though, they informed him that the next available session with Remus was in a month. A WHOLE MONTH. And it had been tragical.

Of course Sirius took it nonetheless, but not before begging Marlene to pull some strings for him —which of course she didn't, so that left him no option: he had to wait.

Now, Sirius was not good at all with waiting; he knew that he could use Remus' card again and speed the process up if he wanted to, but something inside him told him not to. Maybe somewhen in the future he'd need to use that card, so better be safe than sorry. Safe to say, even after few days of knowing him, Sirius was willing to try waiting for Remus, no doubt. Plus, he could use the card for his own birthday… and maybe on a holiday, if Remus worked holidays…. a gift for himself.

He took the appointment, thinking that waiting for weeks couldn't be that bad, but he was wrong. The first days he only daydreamed about it: what would Remus do next time? Would he combine the kinks from the list, would he be innovative? Would he be true to his word and gift Sirius a blowjob? Better yet… would he allow Sirius to give him one? If that voice caused things for Sirius by only speaking, he could only fantasize about the possibilities of some more interesting sounds…

By the end of the first week of waiting, Sirius had already fantasized so much he could feel the flavour of Remus on his tongue… and that had not even been close to happening… yet.

When the second week rolled over, Sirius started obsessively thinking about what he could use the card for. Or rather… when. A favourite of his were his Christmas imaginary scenes— blame some lame Christmas-themed porn for that; he was not actually looking it up, but one thing led to another and now he was pretty convinced Remus would do a far better job than all of the porn stars he closely watched during his research. That left him thinking: would Remus do something special for Christmas? Maybe wrap him up in red ribbon and make him give a messy blowjob… maybe blindfold him as he had his way with him… maybe put him on all fours and—

Oh, what was he doing, thinking so far ahead? This was starting to be too distracting. Remus was only a Dom, a damn GOOD Dom who he wanted to see again soon and who was constantly in his mind, but that was it…

Sirius was pretty convinces that the damn good Dom would look stunning with nothing but a Santa Claus hat on though.

Third week was hell. He couldn't concentrate enough and he was screamed at for it—well, more like scolded, but still; he couldn't stop comparing his collegues to Remus: this one's shorter, that one's shorter, and that one might be around the same height, but they're not as attractive— again, he was scolded for it. By the end of third week, Sirius was convinced of yet another thing: his attraction and anticipation had reached ridiculous levels and were now affecting his overall performance—Peter insisted that had happened around day 10, not around day 15 as he insisted on arguing, but that was irrelevant and just hate speech, if you asked Sirius. He was just excited, nothing else.

Still, the wank counter had broken already. He would dream about the next scene with tall, handsome Remus Lupin so frequently that he lost count around day 15 (for real this time). Sirius imagine conversations with Remus, wank to the memory of his voice (again), and then, after recounting how many days he had to keep on waiting for the desired encounter, he'd call Marlene or Peter and rant about how he needed someone to put him out of his misery already.

Half the times, his friends would tease him and let him rant; the other half they would straight up tell him he was sharing too much information, but really, what else could he do?! Waiting bored him and made him anxious. And the boss had made it clear: return only when your mindset is clear.

It was pathetic, but also kind of hot. It had been some years since he last felt this level of attraction for someone, and to know it was, in some way, corresponded, made it all worse. He was not a teenager anymore though, so even though he could be ashamed, he wasn't.

Instead, he embraced the attraction and let himself go with it, several times and quite literally, thinking it would only help the last week of waiting become shorter.

When the fourth week was finally over though, Sirius found himself frozen in front of the mirror, panicking while Peter enjoyed watching him suffer.

He had chosen a classic look, but now he was doubting it. Was the biker jacket too cliche? Was a white tee too basic? Should he wear slacks instead of fitted jeans? His arse looked good in those too… What could he tell Remus as soon as they met? He needed to make an impression, but he didn't want to be fake either.

While in a mild panic, Sirius continued to practice lines and expressions as he'd do when younger, and as when younger, his best friend gave his opinion on each line, all the while distracting himself with something else—a mobile game, probably, or some book he picked up from Sirius' bedside table.

"Hi, I'm Sirius, remember me?" —he sounded charming, even winked at his reflection, but in reality he was unsure whether Remus would remember him or not.

"Too simple. Next."

"Hey, you made me cum twice last month and I was craving to see you again…" —cheeky, he felt comfortable with it, he might use that one.

"No. You said you wouldn't lie. He actually made you cum like 50 times, indirectly." Sod off, Peter!

It wasn't a lie… but no. "I won't say that, it sounds too desperate."

"You are desperate."

"Right, but that's for him to find out, not for me to tell."

Peter groaned and threw his phone away, looking at Sirius on the mirror for the nth time. He was clearly losing his patience, but Sirius would not let him free until he was convinced with both his outfit and the lines he'd say. And for that, he needed validation.

"Why can't you just kneel in front of him and say 'hello Master, I'm at your feet again?' It sounds appropriate to me; attractive, even, in context… suits you fine."

Sirius sighed and fixed his hair yet again —messy bun, low ponytail, hair down… —"I like your vision, but I can't do that. He dislikes high protocol in normal scenes."

"Whatever that means?"

"Sorry. Uhm… I don't call him Sir, Master or any of those unless we plan that before"

"Right, so what do you call him?"

"It's just Remus."

"Right…Remus… the tall, handsome guy who's made you nervous for a month straight… Are you sure this is not something more, Sirius? You want to shag him, sure… but don't you fancy him? And isn't this like… I don't know, a date?"

Sirius laughed then. They had talked about this during the dreadful third week of waiting: Peter insisted he was going on a date today, and that's where nervousness came from. After Sirius explained a bit about The Red Crow, though, Peter seemed sceptical. He suggested Sirius find a boyfriend, instead of a paid Dom, but Sirius insisted that Remus was more than enough in that sense, that something told him he would need no more if things went as they did in their first session. Doms are far better than boyfriends, he said, but Peter didn't understand. And of course, no vanilla person would understand what it meant.

"I don't want to date him Peter. It's not like that. He just… likes what I like and we seem to get along pretty well… so we have scenes together"

"Ok, what you define as scene and what I define as scene are completely different, but you can't blame me for worrying… you call him by his name while you have intimacy… and I've never seen you like this… what of you fall? Then what?!"

"First, call it by its name: sex. Second, we haven't had it. Third… he likes to be called Remus, and not daddy or some other thing, I don't see anything wrong with that. And fourth… I won't fall. I'd just like to get myself a handsome Dom"— Sirius finally made up his mind and opted for a high pony tail with loose strands. It worked well enough. He turned around to look at Peter, who approved with his thumbs

"Look Pete, I am an adult, I know what I'm doing… or well, he's teaching me about it. And it's fun and I like it, and I'll be fine! Now, last question before I go: should I put these on, or not?"

"I see no problem. Just tell him you are happy to see him mate, that you waited all month for this session. Nothing hotter than honesty, and it's not like you're saying anything inappropriate."

James' words made sense, but still, Remus was nervous. He still had to wait an extra fifteen minutes before leading to the designated room, and he was fidgety and excited already. All scenes were nice, he always looked forward to them, but excitement was another level of emotion. When he read Sirius Black-2nd session on the corner of his calendar, he ran to James and talked for almost half an hour about how good the scene had been, how well they had gotten along, how glad he was that Sirius liked it enough to schedule another one, and how hard it would be to wait four weeks to see him again.

James only smiled his way and nodded, the same way he did the next four weeks, every single time Remus started talking about the pretty brunette.

"Say, Remus, do you have a plan already?"

"I do, yes, but I still don't know what to—"

James didn't let him finish. He got up and held him by the shoulders. "Stop worrying, it doesn't matter what you say as soon as you see him. Be the polite nice Remus you usually are and that's that, things will flow"

"Right. Yes… Thanks Prongs"

"My pleasure" — with that, James pushed Remus out of the main office: it was time.

As soon as he walked in, he put on the diffuser with his favourite aroma: Sandalwood; it was the same he had used last time, he hoped it was to Sirius' liking. He he checked the room for everything he needed, including water, some snacks, and flannels.

Once satisfied, he took a chair and started looking through the toy catalogue he asked to be placed in the room. He had already ordered some toys, but he wanted to order some of Sirius' choice as well. Luckily, Diane had told him she had everything in stock.

A minute later, if not less, Sirius was opening room 106's door, as if Remus had called him with his thoughts.

"Remus! Hi! You are here already, I… was not expecting that. Uhm… may I come inside?"

Remus first thought was: such a well-mannered boy. The second thought carried a reply to Sirius' innuendo, but he chose to keep it to himself for the moment.

The third thought was a full statement: handsome. The young man standing in front of him was not dressed in anything extraordinary, and yet, he caught Remus' eyes with his looks as if he were a model. This time his hair was up, Remus liked it.

"Of course you can, you are the star of the session, after all"

"Ah, and it's rather convenient that I have the perfect name for it, isn't it?" — Sirius winked at him, and just like that, all of Remus' nervousness vanished. Nothing like some humour to lighten his mood; it's like Sirius knew how his mind worked.

"Well, brightest star of the night, won't you join me for the first part of our session?" — he invited Sirius to have a sit next to him, and extended the catalogue to him. "I have an idea for today already, but I'd like to talk some. Meanwhile, check the catalogue and choose one or two toys that call on your attention, will you?"

Sirius nodded and started flipping through the book immediately. How vintage, they still used printed catalogues…

"So? How was your month? Anything interesting happened?" —Remus asked him. It was polite small talk, but he surprised himself at actually wondering. Had Sirius found a way to keep himself entertained? Did he think about today, much like Remus himself did? Or was it just another average month, nothing out of the extraordinary?

"Awful, really. I am impatient…. And… yeah sure it was….nice… boring, long…" — whoa, this catalogue had everything: flavoured lube, edible lidocaine, dildos of many varieties, vibrators with different settings, anal beads, anal plugs, pheromones… pumps? why the hell would he need a pump? He had never had any complaints on that department…

"I see…"—Remus smiled. It was obvious that Sirius was not paying his full attention to the talk, but it was charming in a way. "Anything caught your eye so far?" —he got closer, almost resting a cheek on Sirius' shoulder so they could both look at the pages in front of them.

"Many things but I never had one of these. Are they any good?" —glass plugs. He was looking at glass butt plugs. Remus could faint.

"Well, glass is quite solid. Hard, like steel, but less versatile"

"I didn't know a butt plug could be versatile"

"Oh Sirius… then we will be having lots of fun"— Remus smiled, enjoying the blush he saw creeping up Sirius' cheeks. "To better answer your question though: yes, glass plugs are really good. They have a smooth surface, so playing with them is quite fun, they look sinful, come in different shapes, which add to their functionality, and cleaning them is a breeze… do you… want one?"

Sirius thought for a moment —wasn't it too plain? Wouldn't Remus be disappointed that he was not choosing something more exotic?

"Why would I be? Plain is as fun as exotic. If you choose something and you end up liking it, I will be honoured to explore that more with you, and if you end up disliking it, or even hating it, we make it a limit, easy as that. No disappointment whatsoever"

Shit. He had voiced his thoughts out loud again. Well, at least Remus' response was nice.

"Alright… but if I don't like it you don't get to punish me Remus, I mean it. No physical punishment, no making me regret it… no silence… please"

Remus looked at Sirius in the eye and scanned him. He realized, in horror, that Sirius was genuinely asking. It was something in his eyes, some sort of masked vulnerability that made Remus wonder if he had had a previous —probably abusive, or at least fake— dom.

"Sirius… I know we are just getting to know one another, but I am not that sort of person. Not that type of dom"

"No, I know, but if I say I want something and then you go out of your way for it but then later on I regret it and back down, you could. And I don't like that. So… I'm asking ahead of time… unless that's a limit of yours, of course. I could take light punishments but nothing too harsh. I mean, I get stuck in my mind and then don't know how to come back down, and then my therapist said I need to voice out my needs, but then again, she doesn't actually know what I was referring to when I told her I don't like to be punished, and—"

"Sirius. Breathe"

The command had rolled off his tongue instinctively, and he was about to apologize, but Sirius just looked at him for a second, closed his eyes and breathed deeply a couple of times. No questioning.

Whoa.

Remus felt his heart jumping, that sort of trust was something he could not ignore, for both Sirius and himself.

He would revisit it later, that incredible demonstration of trust and sumbission, but for now, he had to assure Sirius of something.

"Sirius, look at me and tell me if you think I'm lying to you, please" —again, Sirius complied without questioning, looking at him in the eye— "No punishment is in my cards, ever. You are the owner, the master, the boss… the only one entitled to yourself. I only accept that trust and act accordingly, so if you ever back down from something, I can't and won't force you to go through with it. That means I won't punish you for it either, and it applies to everything: simple things like playing with toys, or more complex stuff, like the big event on that open night"

"But…"

"I will listen to that sentence in a bit. Hold on to it please"—Sirius nodded, and Remus held his gaze as he finished his statement— "If you ever back down from something I will stop immediately, even if you agreed to it before, and we will identify together what works and what doesn't. Punishment is a kink and a game. Never an actual thing to fear. Understood?"

Again another nod. Remus smiled, satisfied.

"Good. Now tell me what you were thinking, and if you think I lied. I hear you"

"I don't think you lied… and… you answered to my question already… I… think I'm doubting about what I told my friend earlier"—Sirius mumbled the last part. Maybe he could fancy Remus. He had no idea all of this dynamic could be like this, but he liked it. He was thrilled, intimidated, and yet, he wanted. Even in his slight panic, Remus had managed to make him feel safe. It had felt good.

He raised his eyes to look at Remus, sincere and a bit vulnerable. "You're good, Remus… has anyone told you that?"

Remus smiled kindly. Oh, Sirius was starting to enjoy seeing him smile.

"Thanks, I don't get to hear it much. I'm usually the one saying it, but it's appreciated. I think you're good too, Sirius. Thanks for voicing your needs, as you said"

"Oh, I panicked a bit. Betty shall be proud I did that" —Sirius grinned— "still, you are good. Thank you. I think I know what I want to try now"

Something inside Remus melted. He wanted to touch Sirius, so he did: he led a hand to Sirius' thigh, and squeezed firmly. Not in a thirsty or kinky way, but in the reassuring one.

No additional words were needed. Sirius smiled, put a hand on his, and paged through the catalogue one last time before pointing at the toy he had chosen.

"Great choice"—Remus invited Sirius to get comfortable, got up to speak on the phone with Diane, at the shop downstairs, and under five minutes, a box with their order was delivered.

"Well, handsome star… are you ready to begin?"

Sirius' head was thrown back —held back by Remus' steady hand, actually— and he could feel Remus' mouth leaving bites and hickeys down his neck and on his collarbones.

His jacket and tee were thrown off somewhere, and under Remus' touch, he was already a mess.

"Hmm, are these for me?"— Remus caressed his skin, all the way from the shoulders to his hands, and then back up from his hips to his nipples.

"Yes… wanted to show you"

Remus flicked both nipples, making the chain hanging from each of them move. It was a lovely pair of jewellery: classic steel bars with one star instead of a ball as closure, and a tiny chain that hung just below each nipple, giving a rather flirty look.

"I plan on biting them again, just telling you"

"Please"

Remus would comply gladly, but first he wanted to get Sirius ready.

He continued kissing, licking his neck, all the while gripping —groping— everything he could reach: his waist, his hips, his neck… the sides of his face, his hands… his arse.

Oh, how delightful it was to touch Sirius, and how sweet it was to hear him moan.

"Remus… off."—Sirius patted at Remus' shirt, demanding —as if Remus could even think of saying no; he nodded once, letting him unbutton the shirt, and he hummed as he felt Sirius' sinful lips suck and lick; he smiled as he felt those hands run up and down his body… and he retributed each gesture promptly.

It took them no time; soon, Remus' hands were sliding from Sirius' back, past his scars, to his arse. He squeezed a single time over his jeans —sinful, almost skin tight jeans that he wanted to rip off— before sliding them in and finally feeling the flesh he had been dreaming of all month.

Sirius moaned at every action. "C'mon… let's play Remus… I'll do anything"

The bedroom eyes did it. Remus finally took Sirius' jeans off, proud of seeing his work had made Sirius hard already. Really, this boy's everything was insanely attractive.

He sucked one last bite right below Sirius' right earlobe, where he discovered Sirius started getting goosebumps, and he palmed Sirius for a few seconds, enough to keep him distracted as he kneeled.

This time though, there was no more teasing. Remus took his prick with clinical precision and licked all the way from base to tip before leaving a rather pornographic kiss right on top.

"Fuck… yes… yes Remus, please suck me off…"

Remus complied, not only because Sirius asked, but because he wanted to do it so much he felt like he couldn't hold back. He took Sirius all the way to the back of his throat and hummed, making sure Sirius could feel that vibration —the hitched breath he heard confirmed he was doing a good job.

Then pulled back completely, choosing to leave pecks and kitten licks all around. When Sirius started getting fidgety, he took him in again, not neglecting the massage he was giving to his arse, and he didn't stop until his nose was buried in Sirius' pubes. He looked up then.

Sirius moaned deliciously, a mixture of oh's and ah's that had Remus going, but this? This was more. When their eyes connected, Sirius' mouth hung open, his chest heaved and his hands twitched at his sides. It was beautiful.

"Re- Remus… more…"

If he could, Remus would have smirked right then, but given that his mouth was otherwise occupied, he decided to take both of Sirius' hands and put them on his own head instead. You can choose a pace. It was non-verbal permission, and Sirius seemed to get it as soon as he felt yet another hum coming from Remus.

He started trusting then. Small, shallow, really polite trusts at a rhythm.

His hands held Remus' head in place, and his fingers pulled on his hair just perfectly. He made Remus choke one or two times, and yet, he continued. It was perfect.

Even though Remus had a strong preference for eating ass, giving head also gave him a privileged view of his lovers: they could cum undone with this, and Remus felt like he had power in the tip of his tongue when that happened—literally.

That wouldn't do tonight tough. That was not the plan.

He let Sirius pull at his hair and direct his movements some more, but as soon as he realized Sirius was getting close… he retreated, moving quickly to put something on Sirius: one of the toys he had picked earlier for them.

"Wh- what? What is that? Remus, I was about to cum"— Sirius looked down at himself, seeing what had been done to him. "Y-you little shit, Remus! You tricked me!!!"

"No I didn't…"— Remus chuckled, giving Sirius one last lick before standing up. "I even chose the blue one to go with your eyes"

"A cockring Remus, seriously?! What, did I cum too fast last time? You can't leave me like this, I am—"

Sirius shut up immediately. Remus had gotten a grip of his cock and was stroking him at the same rhythm Sirius had been trusting in his mouth. It felt good, but also, it didn't. Damn cockring.

"Careful with your tone, pup, I am still in charge here"—Remus used his thumb on Sirius' tip and increased the speed. It started getting tortuous then.

"I… I'm sorry…Ah!"

"I'm sorry… who?"

"I'm sorry Remus, I can be polite I…ah- I promise!"

"I know, you're a good boy."—Remus kissed Sirius' cheek, never stopping the move of his hand.— "Now… I plan on making you cum on my hands tonight…"—he tightened his hold, but kept the rhythm. Sirius felt close once more— "would you like that?"

Sirius nodded, feeling his whole body twitch.

"Words pup. Would you like to cum all over my hands?"

"I… yes… yes, please…"

Remus hummed, pleased, and continued to move his hand. He hoped he had read Sirius' body right, otherwise they would lose some very valuable minutes. Still, he wanted to give it a try.

"Spit on yourself Sirius. Lube is too far away and I don't feel like letting your cock go"

Sirius didn't even negotiate. He spit onto himself and moaned right after. It was filthy, nasty… and felt heavenly. "Mhh… ple-eeh…ease Remus, I don't think I can cum with mmh-just this…"

"You can"

"No, I don't think I can, I…"

"You can, and you will, for me"

"Remus, I really doubt…" —Remus' rhythm increased then. It made Sirius yelp and let out a choked sound— "Oh God, please… please, just some more…"

"It's all in your head pup, you can cum on me whenever you want to… the ring is just an accessory…"— it was not. The ring was supposed to keep the user from cumming, but Remus knew that if he got to pull an orgasm out of someone who wore it, said orgasm would be strong. That's exactly what he wanted for Sirius tonight.

"Oh fuck… Remus I… I…"

"Shh... don't think pup, just let yourself go"

Sirius locked eyes with him, and one, two.. three… maybe four pumps after, his back was arching, and he was letting out an elongated moan as he painted Remus' hand white.

Remus didn't stop though, he continued to pump until Sirius stumbled, nearly making both of them fall. It was only when he had an arm around Sirius' waist that he let go of his prick, which, thanks to the cockring, didn't go soft.

"What is this sorcery?" —Sirius looked down at himself and poked the tip of his own dick, wincing right after. "Fuck… this is… oh, I didn't know this could be used like this!"

Remus smiled. Sirius was adorable. "So…You like it?"

"I bloody despise it… but I want more"

And then… Remus could've fainted.

Again.

He wiped his hand and took Sirius to bed — the bed right in the middle of the room. He put up some pillows for Sirius to sit on, and made him open his legs so his prick was on permanent view. Sirius didn't seem to mind one bit.

"So.. you think you can keep your legs open and your pretty dick presented to me? Or should I use a spreading bar?"

"I… think we need the bar…" — when Remus retrieved it, Sirius eyed the bar curiously. It didn't look too intimidating, but truth be told, he had never used one.

"Alright. What do you say if you want to stop?" —no need to worry though. Remus had them both covered.

"I say yellow to slow down… or lapdog, to stop"

"Good boy"