GP - dreaming of a black christmas

[lcrpg_npc]

The repurposed railway arches that housed Beagle's bar and restaurant were decked in shades of black: black christmas trees glittering with sparkly and satiny black ornaments, black wreaths with perfectly tied bows, black garlands draping along the walls and bar, ribbons edging the long banquet benches in the restaurant dining room. A gentle snow seemed to fall from the ceiling, a specially designed lighting effect much more pleasant than the cold and wet that would've accompanied real snow. Christmas music played over hidden speakers, setting the mood without interfering with conversation.

The Kraken Black Christmas feast was a different spin on the holiday than you'd find most places, and yet, a christmas feast all the same. All the flavors of the season were there, both in the bar's specialty cocktails and in the feast itself, served banquet-style to those fortunate enough to get tickets - mulled wine, egg nog, roasts and stuffing and puddings, and so much more. Yet the food and drinks all shared the same theme as the decor, shades of black augmented with squid ink, charcoal, or black sesame seeds.

Guests had been encouraged to continue the theme with black festive attire, but it wasn't required, and spots of color could be found here and there along the table or mingling in the bar. There was one thing everyone could agree on, though. No matter how black the theme, the mood was anything but dark.

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[wandandawolf]

"Oh, like I'm going to ruin the surprise," Remus told him, with a bit of husky amusement to his voice as he eyed Sirius quite obviously. He set down his own drink and hooked a finger in one of Sirius' belt loop, tugging the other young man closer to nuzzle, kiss and nip at that expanse of neck, being sure to layer his own scent on top of the alcoholic and more social scents that Sirius already had.

"It is Christmas," he murmured, tugging hard at Sirius' ear with his teeth, "and only good boys get presents, after all. Have you been good?" His nose ended up somewhere in Sirius' hair: every other inch of his body was close but not quite touching Padfoot, almost a challenge to see exactly how much he might gasp or clutch or plead. Even tucked away as they were against the wall, Remus wasn't hiding what he was doing: a few other patrons glanced their way and looked at them with a range of emotions from amusement to disgust.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius let his eyes drift half-closed, drinking in the attention, the feel of Remus' mouth on his neck, his teeth sending tingles of pleasure-pain down his spine practically to his damn toes. "Not hardly," he drawled, his body turning towards Remus, trying to press closer as instinctively as a sunflower turned to drink in the sunshine. He could care less what everyone else thought just then. Remus was touching him, was teasing him, and all was right with the world. "So what do bad boys get then?" He reached out to slide an arm round Moony's waist, wanting hi closer, the fractional distance between them far more maddening to him than more space would be--and he knew Moony knew it.

[wandandawolf]

Remus allowed Sirius to lean in, and pressed his own crotch to Sirius' hip. His fingers delved into Sirius' hair and tugged just enough to allow him to emerge from nosing Sirius' scalp, looking rather sated and pleased with himself, tongue flicking over his lips like he could still taste his love's salt and skin. "What does a bad boy like you always get, Sirius?" he teased, that hand moving down Sirius' back to rest just above the swell of that perfect backside. "You get me, of course. Might even let you unwrap me later."

[toujours_impur]

Sirius suppressed a low groan, squirming a little, wanting that hand to slip just a bit lower, damn it. "Mmm, might? Are you going to make me beg?" The light in his eyes as he asked made it clear that he would dearly love it if Remus was.

[wandandawolf]

"I won't if you're having a particularly unlucky night," Remus tut-tutted, and sounded like he rather expected Sirius might wreck things with his excitement. But the cautionary tone in his voice was softened by the twinkle in his eye. He pressed a kiss to Sirius' temple, and used his hand on Sirius' lower back to keep him in place as he rutted rather slowly against that hip, before pulling away and ensuring that all his clothes were quite in order, thank you very much.

"....But I rather think this is your lucky night. And as such, I'll let you decide if you'd rather go home, or cop off in the loo."

[toujours_impur]

As tempting as the instant gratification was, copping off in the loo would be over quickly and not involve nearly enough play, so with a deep breath and a small grin, Sirius ignored his pounding pulse, the way his skin itched to be touched by Remus, and said in a low voice, "Mmm, rather go home."

[wandandawolf]

"Do you think we should walk, m'dear? It's not far." His tone was light and his grin was ready, but his eyes, oh his eyes were positively malicious. He extricated himself from Sirius' touch, and so extricated Sirius from his own, moving to offer Sirius his arm instead, ever the gallant gentleman. "...You could probably do with the cool night air," he tutted, casting a look at the flush on Sirius' skin, eyes raking along his lover's neck.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius heaved a sigh and took the offered arm, muttering under his breath, "You're going to make me earn it, aren't you?" Perhaps it wasn't far to walk, but it was stupid to walk when they could both apparate and be home and undressed that much sooner.

[wandandawolf]

"Don't I always?" Remus told him, warmly, before reaching to pat the hand that curled around his arm and reassuring his bloke. "Besides, you haven't had any trouble earning your keep yet," he observed, walking Sirius out from the arches and into the cold night air. There they were just another young couple, not too different from many, milling about and making their way home close to Christmas.

"And you do so love being kept," Remus murmured, suddenly close in Sirius' ear, and bit his earlobe gently, before pulling away and looking appropriately restrained and tweedy, just another bloke amongst the people on their way somewhere else.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius growled softly, playfully, a sound pitched for Remus' ears only as those teeth pressed against his skin, clinging to his arm a bit tighter. "Which works out well, since you so love keeping me," he murmured, knowing there was no need to lean closer for Remus to hear him.

After a few moments of walking, he added with a bit of a pout in his voice, "Do we have to walk?" Patience had never been his strong suit, particularly when it came to sex.

[wandandawolf]

"Why break the habit of a lifetime?" Remus teased, twinkle in his eye. Certainly since he was 11, Sirius had just been...there, and it had been good to have him there. His friends had drawn him out of himself in ways his parents never could.

Remus snorted at the comment, because honestly. Chuckling to himself, he raised his gaze from the pavement, and didn't bother looking over at Sirius. He didn't need to. "How likely do you think it is that I give in, especially now you've asked that question?" He could have been an actual teacher in an actual classroom, dryly trying to get one of his charges to think through something.