Warnings : Virgil has a soda. Remus has an asshole.

Virgil looked at his soda/fizzy/bubble juice or whatever you call it. It was one of those glass bottles with a cap that you need to use a bottle opener for.

"Remus! Did you take the bottle opener again! I can't find it!" He called up the stairs.
Remus came rushing down, "No! I didn't take a fucking bottle opener, just use my ass instead."
"I- Fine! I might as well! Bend over and stick it out."

Remus shrugged as he pulled down his shorts, bending over the kitchen counter wriggling playfully. Virgil held him still before carefully pressing the tip of the cold metal cap into Remus, Remus gasped and moaned softly as he put in a decent amount of the bottle.
Remus clenched around it as Virgil twisted it, a satisfactory pop could be heard as it opened, a tiny bit spilling into Remus but that's okay. Remus grunted softly and whimpered as Virgil slipped his bottle out, taking a sip and smiling.

"Refreshing, as always."

(Word Count : 100+.)