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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[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.