#29 ~ Hunting Mistletoe 29 of ? [NC17] (RL/SS) Title:
Hunting Mistletoe 29
Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Summary: Given the chore of collecting mistletoe for Christmas decorations, Lupin and Snape come across something interesting. Challenge:adventdrabblesPrompt #29: Hand Bells Word Count: 963 Genre: Alternate Universe; EWE; Slash; Adventure; Romance; Myth Warnings: Partially-clothed Sex; Frottage; Sex in a Stable A/N: Happy Holidays! This prompt is a bear…or is that bare? to write! *lol*
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Severus turned smartly and saw Remus leaning up on one elbow, not a scratch marring his skin for once. The man was pleasantly flushed and heavy-eyed as if loved into submission. At least how I imagine he’d look, thought Severus.
“Does this…help?” Remus asked. He licked his dry lips and Severus turned back to the soothing potion, finally opting to carry the whole thing to Remus’ side before finding the ladle in his satchel.
He knelt at Remus’ side and gently put the salver and cauldron down. A quick look in his satchel, which he then discarded off to the side, had a brass ladle in Severus’ hand. He scooped out the potion and held it while Remus sipped at it. Two full ladles seemed to ease some of Remus’ distress and he slid back down onto the stable floor, tugging Severus’ robes up just high enough that Severus’ eyes were drawn to the fluttering vein in his strong throat.
“You’re staring, Severus,” Remus teased. He reached out from under the robes and began playing the fingers of Severus’ left hand.
“You have the most enticing fingers I’ve ever seen. Did you know that?” Remus asked in a husky voice. “I often thought of how good it would feel to have them stroking over my brow, tracing strange designs over my chest…” Remus glanced up, through his eyelashes. “Teasing me to hardness…” Remus picked up Severus’ left hand and brought those fingers to his lips and suckled them.
Severus shivered as he watched Remus’ tongue wind and curl around his fingers, pointed tip flirting with the space between his fingers, mimicking what Severus wished was happening to another part of his body, with another part of Remus’ doing the pointing. “You’ll make a mess if you keep that up, Remus,” he sighed as his lover’s broad swipes across his palm began.
“Uh uh, I’ll just have to lick it all up and start all over again,” Remus mumbled as he licked and nibbled Severus’ hand and fingers.
“You do realize I’ve got another hand, don’t you?” Severus began unbuttoning his frock coat and vest one-handed, uncaring if he tugged the buttons so loose that they hung from the threads.
“As do I, but for now, this is good.” Remus’ eyes were hazel and blue, darkening as he saw Severus’ chest revealed, framed by the halves of his coat, vest and shirt. “But you might right…” Remus licked his lips. “Two more hands would cut the work in two, wouldn’t they?” He helped Severus divest himself until only the man’s trousers and boots had to be removed.
Severus rolled over onto his back and Remus stopped him. “No, leave them on, just…just undo the placket…” Remus sighed.
When the dark material framed Severus’ engorging cock, Remus reached out and then rolled over himself, pressing his chest over the column of heated flesh; it throbbed and beat against Remus’ chest. “I feel like a bell, and your cock’s the clapper, making me chime and peal and vibrate.” He rubbed himself up and down, dots of precome appearing on his skin and chest hair as he nuzzled Severus’ chest, tongue flicking out to tease Severus’ nipples.
“You’re killing me, Remus…” Severus groaned past bitten lips. His fingers were clenched in the straw of the stable floor. Each press and pass of Remus’ body pulled something inside taut enough to vibrate with a steady whine. “I want to…I want to touch you too.”
Remus sucked Severus’ right nipple deeply into his mouth and let his teeth graze it, earning a broken plea for more. When he looked up, his eyes were almost as dark as Severus’. “Then touch me, Severus. Make me ring under your hands, a chiming symphony of whines and moans and pleas.” Remus scooted up until his prick was nestled besides Severus'. “I’m your own bell, Severus, ring me long and loud and clear,” he growled against Severus’ lips.
Severus plundered Remus' mouth, pulling him as he close as could without becoming him. His hands roved over Remus’ skin, molding and petting, fingertips dipping into the crack of his arse and the crease between buttocks and thighs. They shared so many moans, Severus couldn’t tell anymore who was making them. He only knew that the kisses were drugging and intoxicating, and didn’t want them to end.
“Like fine wine, Severus,” Remus moaned as he pulled back to draw in a gulp of air. He licked his lips, eyelids drooping lasciviously. “Best kisses, ever…” he sighed. Then he blinked and cocked his head to the side.
“We’re alone? Oh, wonderful.” Remus kicked off the rest of Severus’ robes and rolled back, bringing Severus over him, their cocks still rubbing against each other.
“Somehow, I don’t think an audience would stop you.” Severus smirked. He let his eyes roam all over Remus’ flushed, happy face. “And I don’t think it would stop me either.” He leaned close enough to bite Remus’ earlobe. “It would be my pleasure to show the world how prettily you beg and how explosively you go off.” Severus rolled and flexed his hips, his open trousers dragging in counterpoint to their pricks. Both of them moaned.
Severus ground down into Remus, varying the pressure to draw different sounds from him. Remus pushed up, wriggling one leg out from under Severus’ and wrapping it across Severus’ hip. The change in position made him mewl as Severus’ thrusts grew more frantic.
“No!” Severus grunted. “No, not this time.”
Remus bit his lip and shook his head from side to side. “So close, so very close,” he gasped.
Severus leaned back and looked down with a determined look on his face. “If I’m going to ring your bell, Lupin, I’m going to do it properly!”