Day 8: Medical/Uniform Kink

by uniquely_wolfish (ao3)

Remus limped into their apartment, closing the front door with a click and leaning back against it. 

It always felt so good and right to come back home after a full moon. He limped in, sitting on the comfortable sofa as Sirius emerged from the bedroom.

"Hi, love." He smiled as he approached Remus, kissing his cheek. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yeah, 'm good." Remus smiles back at him "Got my potions and charms, and now I'm well."

"I'm glad. I ordered us dinner, it'll be here in like 5 minutes." Sirius says, opening the window and waving his wand for the table to set.

Remus watches him and smiles, Sirius is wearing a Queen t-shir t and sweatpants, both of which were originally Remus's. He takes in the apartment, it had only been a few day but he always manages to miss this place dearly. 

It looks cleaner than it has when Remus left to the shack. His eyes go back to Sirius as the other opens a window and let's their dinner order fly in.

"Did you clean up?" He asks as the food boxes open themselves and Sirius sits on the couch next to him. 

"Maybe" He grins "I wanted to suprise you since you always do that." 

"Thank you, darling." Remus reaches over and kisses his cheek. "I appreciate it."

Sirius smiles and catches his lips in a gentle kiss, it's quickly broken tho as his stomach rumbles hungrily.

That evening, Remus has already settled in bed when Sirius peaks his head into their bedroom. 

"Hi" he says, looking a bit flushed and definitely, definitely excited.

"Hello?" Remus smirks, sitting up in bed to see what his boyfriend will pull 

"Remember how I cleaned the apartment?"

"Yes?" Remus raises an eyebrow. "What? You want a reward?"

"No." Sirius chuckles, still looking nervous. 

"So, what's up then?" Remus says, enjoying this sudden nervousness a bit too much.

"Well, when I was cleaning up I found something and like read something and when I realised what it was it was too late so don't be mad at me please."

"Sirius, it's fine." Remus chuckles, grinning form ear to ear. "What's up? Tell me."

Sirius bits his lip and nods, now still can't see him because of the door but he does see Sirius hands now, in gloves and he sees Sirius show him a small black notebook that looks suspiciously like— 

Remus's face falls and he stares at his boyfriend. "Oh… that?" He says, not even trying to play it off. Sirius found his old diary, the diary that has more fantasies than confessions. The same diary that lead Remus through a gazillion sexual crisis, all which led to finally realising he's in love with Sirius. Those aren't a problem tho, they've talked about those. What he is embarrassed if Sirius read, are the fantasies, the stories, basically fanfictions he wrote of the two off them, all which ended with Sirius on his knees. None of them were platonic, none of them were appropriate or anything they, at 15, would have done even after getting together. "You read something?" Sirius nods "Which part? Anything…… about yourself?"

"No… I mean…" Sirius takes a deep breath, it's obvious this wasn't easy for him either, whatever he read seems to make him equally as nervous as Remus himself is. "I got to a part where my name is mentioned and realised what I was reading. I just read one… paragraph…" 

"About?" Remus asks, his face flushed as he scratches the back of his head.

"Could I just read it to you?" Sirius asks and Remus would love to say no, to save them both the embarrassment of whatever teenage Remus, aspiring to be a writer, put on paper. 

"If you must." Remus says, leaving Sirius the choice because of a part of him wonders whatever Sirius read that lead to this situation instead of just him getting teased relentlessly by his boyfriend. 

Sirius takes a deep breath, still hiding most of himself from Remus as he starts to read. "30th of November, 1974. I just came from the hospital wing, another stupid full moon, another morning in those too thin beds. I swear I spend more time there than in our dorm. Pomfrey has finally gotten over the fact I'm not dying, just tired and sore. But she still constantly fusses around me which is still annoying but I'm warming up to having someone care for me so much. They've gotten a new nurse this month and she patched me up this morning. She told me I was vey brave for not flinching when she sewed a deep cut on my leg. [It's another one that will definitely leave a scar :( ] She was very nice, with black hair that hit around her shoulders and the softest smile. I could barely look at her without blushing. I felt like a fucking idiot, probably looked like one as well. I wish she'd notice me tho."

Okay, Remus could handle Sirius reading that, that was fine, it was obviously written by a 14 year-old but Sirius could do the math himself. It was fine, until Sirius kept reading.

"After stitching me up, she went to get the potion and bent over. She looked so good as those pants stretched on her, I wish they were shorter. Maybe a skirt even. I watched a muggle movie with Peter the other day and when one of the main characters got injured, he was taken to this hospital. The nurses were wearing small white-red uniforms and they were so fucking pretty. I wish I could have a nurse come to me like that, not one as old as Pomfrey. A young one, pretty one. To bend over and get my pulse. I'd let her hands linger lower, I'd beg her to—

"I think that's enough." Remus mumbles, putting a hand over his face. Sirius chuckles and watchs him with glinting eyes. 

"So?" Sirius raises a brow twoards him

"Shut up. I was 14." Remus rolls his eyes, looking back at Sirius.

"Sure, but you ain't blushing like that because you got over it." Sirius smirks and it suddenly clicks in Remus's hands; the hiding, the gloves the smirk, did Sirius…

"Have you… Are you…" He stutters.

"Close your eyes."

"Sirius—

"Close." Sirius insists and Remus swallows hard as he lets his eyes fall shut and the darkness envelope them. 

He hears Sirius walk in, feels as he gets closer, hears him tell Remus to open his eyes and then sees him. 

Sirius stood in front of him like he owned the place or maybe like he was auditioning for the world’s most scandalous healer. The nurse costume fit too well for something that was obvious supposed to be a joke, why else would Sirius wear this other than to tease. 

The white fabric hugged his shoulders and stopped just high enough on his thighs to make Remus forget how to breathe. His hair was a beautiful mess, framing that smirk he wore whenever he knew he looked good. “Feeling unwell, professor?” he drawled, the fake sweetness in his voice only making it worse. Remus wanted to laugh, but all that came out was a low, helpless sound that made Sirius’s grin turn smug.

His hand came up and framed Remus's face, the latex feeling cold and smooth against his subtle. It slid down, two fingers pressing against his pulse point as to check it. "You're gonna need to use words, professor." He smirks, trailing his gloved hand down to the hem of their blanket. He meets Remus's eyes, waiting to see if he is truly up for this. 

Remus nods, pushing the blanket away as fast as he can and taking off his t-shirt. Sirius chuckles, his grin not flattering for a second. He puts a cold, synthetically feeling hand on Remus's chest and pushes him back. Remus eagerly complies, his mind blank. For a moment he wonders if this is a dream but as soon as Sirius's fingers brush against his nipple, the left, freshly scarred one, he realises this can't possibly be a dream because a dream has never ever felt so good. 

"You have a scar here, professor." He said, Remus knows Sirius memorized them all, it was something about Remus getting replaced and him not knowing every detail but Remus doesn't clearly remember the reasoning.

"Remus." He chokes out, his voice sounding surprisingly weak. "Call me Remus, please."

"Remus." Sirius smiles and leans down, their faces very very close. "Do you like this Remus?" He asks, eyes glinting 

"You know I do." He whispers, his breathing uneven. 

"I'm gonna ask you something now and you're gonna give me an honest answer." Sirius says, using his gloved fingers to push some hair off of Remus's forehead. "Would you like me to keep teasing you and playing, or would you rather kiss and touch me?".

Remus inhales sharply, his mind blank. He nods, looking at Sirius whole.

His boyfriend chuckles, pulling back a little to let him breathe. "I fear that's not an answer."

Remus licks his lips, eyes flying over Sirius before he whispers. "Kiss me." 

Sirius smirks and leans down, kissing Remus and Remus immediately kisses back, sitting up to put a hand in Sirius's hair. He moans, kissing his boyfriend as if his lufe depends on it. When Sirius pulls back, the other whines. 

Sirius leaned closer, still grinning, letting his gloved fingers brush a lock of hair off Remus’s forehead. “You know,” he teased, “you get all flustered so easily. I could do this forever.” 

Remus huffed, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably, his cheeks heating up. “I’m not… flustered!”

Sirius just chuckled, pushing him to lay fully and hovering above him. “Sure you’re not,” he said, voice softening. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”

"Okay." Remus says, letting out a sigh and watching Sirius move.

Sirius moves his hand down Remus's chest, the undeveloped muscles twitching under his fingers. Remus inhales deeply, Sirius's hand reaching the hem of his sweatpants. He unties the bow, fingers not so accidentally brushing Remus's twitching length. Sirius's lips turn up, trying to hide the smug look on his face. He puts his hand over it, making Remus moan. 

"You always moan so pretty, Moons. So good." He says, touching Remus over the sweatpants. 

"Sirius." The other gasps, twitching under his hand. 

"I know." He says softly, pushing down the sweatpants along with Remus's boxers. Remus lifts his hips, watching Sirius throw his clothes away. The other wraps a hand around him, the latex against his dick making Remus cry out. "That feel good, doesn't it?"

"So good, fuck, Pads, you always feel good." Remus fists the sheets, his back arching and hips lifting off the bed to chase Sirius' hand. 

Sirius smiles and suddenly lets go of him. Remus whines, hips thrusting into thin air as Sirius smirks.

"Relax, Moons." He reassures. "I just wanna have a lot of fun and for that I need you to last."

"Fuck, alright. Okay." Remus pants, trying to calm himself down.

"I got a lot of stuff ready for us. Wanna see?" 

"Of course." Remus says, pushing some sweaty hair off his own forehead.

Sirius leans over and pulls something out of his bedside table. It's a small potion bottle he hands to Remus.

"Drink this for me, Profesor Lupin." He says professionally.

Remus takes the bottle, looking at the liquid. You see, he'd jump under a train for Sirius if it's justified but getting hurt by some amateur potion during the hottest sex of his life… he's considering it.

Sirius shakes his head and leans in, lips brushing Remus's ear. "It's just a muggle cocktail, silly. I wouldn't poison you."

Remus chuckles once and nods, drinking the 'potion'. It tastes like fruit and alcohol, smells of strawberry. Remus notes in his mind to ask Sirius about it later. 

He hands his nurse the glass bottle, his mind and body already calm and while he's still hard, he's far from coming now.

Sirius smirk and bends down to put away the bottle. Remus can't help himself as he sneaks a peak under his skirt and fuck does he see. 

The white skirt is so short he can almost see Sirius' ass, and that almost turns into a definitely as the other bends down. Now, Remus could have expected Sirius to be naked, to wear sexy panties, or maybe even to just be dressed under there. But nowhere in his mind had a butt plug been an option. As Sirius is straightening up he puts a hand on his lowe back.

"Stay like that…" Remus says, moving his other hand up Sirius's thigh, under the skirt before he lets his thumb brush the plug. He moans, resting his forehead on Sirius's hip. "I fucking love you."

Sirius chuckles and turns back around, putting his hands on Remus's shoulders. "I love you too." He says and leans down, kissing Remus. 

As they kiss, Remus's hands roam his body but when Sirius goes to take off the skirt, Remus stops him, breaking the kiss.

"Keep it on, ye'?" He asks, looking up at Sirius as the other nods and gets on Remus's lap. 

"Alright. My hands are getting kinda steamed tho." 

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Remus nods, wrapping his arms around Sirius' middle. "Take off the gloves. I love your hands anyway."

Padfoot smiles and throws away the gloves, grinding down against Remus. Their lips find eachother again, everything slowing down a bit. Remus's hands move over Sirius' body before slipping under the skirt and playing with the plug. He pushes it back and forth a few times, getting himself a few moans for Sirius before he pulls the plug out. 

The other pushes him to lay back and lines them up, sinking down onto Remus. Sirius has always felt blissful but Remus doesn't remember him looking sexier. 

He's sitting on Remus, not waiting for either of them to adjust before he starts riding Remus. His little white skirt is hiding his pretty dick although even a blind person could see he was turned on as well. He looks like he feels good, his head is throw back, his body filling out the feminine uniform. It's clearly a bit too small now that Remus has had a closer look but he's not complaining, it makes Sirius look bigger and leaves more skin out. 

Neither of them lasts long, coming just short of 10 minutes later in sync with the other's name on their lips. 

Sirius rolls over, laying next to Remus with cum leaking out onto his pretty white skirt. 

"You're gorgeous." Remus whispers, putting a hand on Sirius's hip and tracing up under his shirt. "That was like the best sex I've ever had."

Sirius chuckles, still a bit breathless as he kisses Remus's cheek. "I'm very glad you liked it."

"No, seriously, Sirius. That was like amazing." He says, putting his other had on Sirius cheek. "Thank you. 14 year old Remus would be very pleased qnd proud of me now."

"Yeah?" Sirius chuckles before grinning 

"Mhm, he got you in a nurse costume. That's like everything I've wanted back then."

"And now?" Sirius ask, nuzzling his face into Remus's hand.

"Now, I already have all I've ever wanted." Remus grins back. 

"I love you, moony." 

"I love you too, darling." Remus says and kisses him softly and gently, fading into the night.