HP fic: Affinity, part 1 [Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Affinity, part 1 Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warnings: watersports, rimming Summary: Snape thinks he loathes academic conferences, but he might just change his mind. Also here. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling invented Snape and Lupin. We have only ourselves to blame for their behavior here.
Snape loathed academic conferences, but Minerva had insisted that he attended this year's Dark Arts Convention for appearance's sake, even though he was back to teaching Potions again. The gathering was being held at a dreadful old hotel in Surrey, with accommodations so atrocious that the attendees were required to share bathrooms. Which was how Snape found himself lounging in the tub, attempting to get in a few minutes of relaxation before he had to face a crowd of witches and wizards who would all be staring at him and whispering behind his back, when his calm was interrupted by Remus Lupin barging into the room.
He was almost, but not quite, too startled to say in his most supercilious voice, "I was unaware that being a werewolf exempted one from the common courtesy of knocking before entering, Remus." The other man had the grace to flush, the scars on his face and hands showing white against the reddened skin. "My apologies, Severus." He was unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke. "I'm afraid I cannot wait."
"Really," drawled Snape in an attempt not to sound pleased. "A bit too much wine at the reception?" He tilted his head, hoping that he looked curious rather than as if he was craning his neck to get a look at Lupin's prick... which, of course, was what he was doing. "How fortunate for you that I didn't lock the door."
"Yes. I would have been more than a little uncomfortable," Lupin said, beginning to piss. The sound of urine against porcelain spoke most insistently to Snape's cock. He laid one hand on it, partly to conceal -- if Lupin looked -- partly to stroke gently as he listened. "What would you have done?"
"I'd have pissed on your pillows and then Scourgified them," replied Snape with a certain satisfaction, feeling his prick leap against his palm at the thought. "Isn't that what wolves do... mark enemy territory?"
"Are we enemies?" Lupin asked. He must have had a great deal of wine at the reception, or perhaps the Muggle beer, for the yellow stream continued to flow full-force. Snape twisted a little more, as casually as he could, his eyes fixed on Lupin.
"I'd hardly describe us as friends," he said. "It isn't as if we get drunk together, after all." Though at the moment he couldn't think why not. Getting a great deal of alcohol into Lupin was looking like a delightful idea. His prick twitched once again in his hand and he gave it a stroke beneath the surface of the water.
"We could tonight. This may be an appalling venue, but the drinks are free," Lupin reminded him. "Mediocre perhaps, but free."
"Do you want to?" Maybe it was just his prick talking, but Snape decided that if Lupin agreed, he would happily drink the night away with the werewolf. If he got lucky, perhaps more.
Lupin finished pissing, tapped himself dry, then turned to look at Snape with a very knowing expression. Snape blushed to realize that Lupin was quite aware of the erection he was barely concealing and the reason for it. "As you so wisely guessed, I never turn down an opportunity to mark enemy territory, Severus."
"Well, you've missed a chance to do it right now," said Snape, tartly, to conceal his embarrassment. "Let me let the water out of this tub and we can remedy that." Defiantly he stood up, water dripping from his rigid prick as he reached for the towel he had worn in, in lieu of a robe.
Lupin met him halfway, pulling the towel from the rack and stepping up to the edge of the tub to wrap it around Snape's back, then moving it back and forth to dry him. The friction felt stimulating against his arse and he wriggled slightly, making Lupin smirk. "Eager, Severus?"
"No more than you are." Snape looked pointedly at the front of Lupin's trousers, where a noticeable bulge was now visible.
"Granted." Lupin cocked an eyebrow at him. "Drinks first?"
"By all means." Taking the ends of the towel from Lupin, Snape tied them around his waist and stepped from the tub. "Shall we have a few bottles sent up? I find that I'm not much in the mood for putting on robes and greeting wizards whose dream is to fill Gilderoy Lockhart's shoes."
Lupin shuddered slightly. "I never had to work with the man, thankfully -- but Minerva has told me stories. You have my sincerest condolences, Severus. Yes, let's have some bottles sent up. How many? A dozen?"
"A dozen?" asked Snape incredulously. "From the look of things, you've had quite a bit already. I prefer you conscious... or at least upright." He smirked. "Half that should be quite sufficient."
"As you please." Lupin shrugged. "A werewolf's metabolism is a bit different, but half a dozen may do." He eyed Snape consideringly. "Your room, or mine? I assume they're much the same -- somewhat less than enough room to swing a Kneazle, and a lumpy single mattress."
"Yours," said Snape immediately. He thought it more likely that they would end up spending the night together in Lupin's room than his own. "I expect that ambitious young wizards might knock at my door at all hours, hoping for thrilling stories about the Dark Lord."
Lupin laughed. It was a surprisingly carefree sound. "Whereas no one in their right mind would knock at my door."
"Are you casting aspersions on my sanity?" Snape shoved his feet into his slippers and opened the door of the bath. "After you."
"I would never." There was an ironic twinkle in Lupin's eye as he walked past Snape. "Though I didn't realize you had such an interest in werewolf marking behavior. We could have studied it together long ago."
"One's interests may change over time." Snape watched Lupin's arse as he walked along the shabby green-painted hallway. "I'm finding that my interest at the moment has grown substantially."
"Yes, it looked rather large to me, too." Lupin kicked off his shoes at the foot of his bed and sat down. A button on the bedpost summoned a house elf, which bowed and promised to return momentarily with the drinks. Crossing his ankles, Lupin looked up at Snape expectantly. Snape decided not to chance the single rickety chair and sat next to Lupin. Although he knew that house-elves were by nature discreet, it wasn't in his nature to be naked in front of them if he could avoid it, so he left the towel knotted around his hips for the moment.
"Have you been missing teaching the Dark Arts?" Lupin asked conversationally.
Snape glowered; he had wanted to return to that position but McGonagall had already rehired Lupin when Snape came back to Hogwarts. "Only the practice of them. Once a Dark creature, always a Dark creature, no?"
"Most people would say so, certainly." Lupin looked away, and Snape regretted having said that; there was no purpose served in picking at the scab of Lupin's sensitivity about his nature.
"Er. Are you planning any changes to the curriculum? I'd worked out quite a thorough plan of approach, the one year I was permitted to teach the Dark Arts." Talking about their mutual subject was the purpose of this convention, after all, even if it wasn't the purpose he had in coming to Lupin's room.
Just then the house elf returned, clumsily juggling several bottles which he tripped over while setting down. "You may leave those," Snape said imperiously, wanting the elf to leave him alone with Lupin quickly.
"I think the nature of our teaching of the Dark Arts will inevitably change now that we understand how Voldemort came to power, don't you?" asked Lupin, picking up one of the bottles.
Snape nodded agreement as he opened a bottle for himself and took a drink. "I would like to see a reevaluation of the Dark Arts altogether. With a very few exceptions, perhaps, it is not the magic itself, but the use to which it is put, that should be considered Dark. If it is not used to harm another, I would deem it acceptable."
"Would that include a werewolf?" Brown eyes glanced at Snape, then back at his beer.
"Would it include a Gryffindor attempting to use a werewolf to commit murder, then dismissing the incident as a prank?" Snape shot back. Then he was sorry he had spoken; he did not wish to invoke Sirius Black in any way.
"I never dismissed what he did," Lupin said quietly. "We never fully trusted one another after that incident, with the ultimate result that neither of us suspected Wormtail. Haven't we all paid enough, Severus?"
Snape did not reply at first, taking a swallow of the drink which burned his throat. "Are we letting all bygones be bygones, then?"
Lupin shrugged. "Even if not quite that yet, a temporary suspension of hostilities seems to be in order, wouldn't you say?" He tilted the bottle to his lips and Snape watched Lupin's throat work as he swallowed, then his tongue as he caught a stray drop at the corner of his mouth. "I find dredging up old errors is unproductive, after a while."
"Mm." Snape had to admit that over twenty years was perhaps a long time to hold a grudge... it had not been Lupin's fault, after all, but Black's. "I'll let it be if you will."
"Splendid," said Lupin, and his face relaxed; Snape had not realized how tense the other man must have been until then.
"Are you enjoying being back at Hogwarts?" Lupin asked amiably. Now it was Snape's turn to stiffen. The worst memories of his life were set at Hogwarts, though it was also the only true home he had had since early childhood.
"The students have not changed much," he said gruffly. "There are as many Gryffindor troublemakers as ever."
Lupin smiled at him. "Of course there have never been any Slytherins up to no good."
"Ah, but all the staff expect that... and assume Slytherin guilt, true or not," Snape huffed. He put aside his empty bottle and opened another. "They're teenagers, Remus. Of course they're up to no good. Thankfully there's no one as bad as the Weasley twins for practical jokes just now, but they're still snogging in the side corridors... having clandestine meetings in the greenhouses... you know."
"Do I detect a hint of envy?" asked Lupin, and Snape scowled. Just because he had never done anything of the sort did not mean that he was envious of the younglings who did. Lupin was studying him with a trace of a smile on his face.
"That's the second time you've called me Remus," he pointed out. Rising, he moved closer to reach another bottle and sat down much nearer to Snape, who grew aware of how very little he was wearing in comparison to Lupin. "I don't invite random strangers over for drinks and... whatever results," Lupin added, still a bit wary but leaning close. "So I don't know whether there's an etiquette here." His hand came to rest on Snape's thigh where the towel had left the skin exposed.
Snape shivered as Lupin's fingers inched upward. "I don't either," he admitted.
"Really?" Lupin sounded surprised, and Snape bristled slightly.
"Yes, really. What, does rumor have me shagging whomever or whatever moves? Quite untrue." He shifted his leg, letting the towel slide further off, and Lupin slid his hand around to the inside of Snape's thigh, stroking where he was still damp from the bath.
"No rumor... I suppose I never really imagined that you would want to do this with me." Lupin's fingers had found a particularly sensitive spot and Snape shivered as goosebumps rose beneath the fingertips. "Is this merely opportunistic -- I walked in on you at the right moment?"
"'Merely?' As I recall, drinking together was your suggestion this evening." Snape knew he sounded defensive; having Lupin touching him so intimately did that to him. "Are you planning even to undress?"
"I'm not..." Lupin winced visibly, and pulled his hand away. "I'm very scarred. It's not attractive."
Snape indicated his own battered torso. "As if I'm some Gilderoy Lockhart myself. What are a few scars?"
"A great many scars," Lupin corrected him, and began slowly to unbutton his shirt. Snape put out a hand to stop him.
"Permit me." Lupin had not been lying; the white tracery of scars long since healed webbed across his body, some of them puckered and drawn, others smooth like burns.
Snape ran his forefinger along one of the most prominent, stroking until Lupin shuddered and quivered beneath his touch. "Who did this to you?" he asked, stilling his hand but leaving it on Lupin's belly.
"Mostly I did it to myself." Lupin's hand covered his. "A few I received while I was living with Greyback's pack... I suppose I should have said that he did this to me. He bit me as a child, you know."
Snape had not known. Privately he reminded himself not to fail to deliver Wolfsbane each month from now on, even if Lupin was too proud to ask for it. Aloud he said, "Does it hurt if I touch you like this?"
"No." Again Lupin quivered against his hand. "The skin is very sensitive."
Gently Snape continued to stroke the scarred flesh, mapping the lines of Lupin's past. He drew one finger up along a narrow twisting path to a nipple, touching the disfiguring gash that bisected it. Bending down, he licked the spot and elicited a gasp and a clutch of Lupin's hands at his shoulders.
"Severus..." It was half a hiss, half a murmur, and Snape felt himself being tugged upward. He tilted his head and was surprised by the ferocity of Lupin's mouth on his own. The kiss went on for a long time, tongues dueling before they relaxed and began to explore one another, and when they finally came up for air, Lupin was flushed and his lips were swollen. "You never really answered me, you know. Is this only because you realized I might indulge a kink of yours?"
"I'm quite willing to indulge your kinks as well," Snape replied rather breathlessly. Then Lupin's mouth turned down, and Snape realized that that wasn't what he had meant. "If you're asking me whether this might happen again, I would be willing to entertain the notion if you are," he said stiffly.
"I am." Lupin looked as if he wanted to say something more, but instead of speaking at once he reached out to the knotted towel at Snape's waist and began to untie it. When the fabric was pushed away, Lupin closed his hand around Snape's erect cock and gave it a single sweeping stroke from root to tip before smelling at his fingers and licking the faint smear of moisture.
Snape found that sight more arousing than he had expected, and he quickly unfastened Lupin's trousers, having him stand to have them tugged down, and his underpants too. Once they were puddled around his ankles Lupin stepped free.
"How do... what do you want to do, exactly?" Lupin asked then, his expression faintly embarrassed.
Feeling his own face grow warm as well, Snape glanced away. In the bathroom his thoughts had gone no further than wanting the feeling of hot piss running down his body, but if this was to be the start of something beyond shared relief and pleasure, it would perhaps be unwise to make such a declaration. His own bladder was becoming full from the drinks, but his erection was more urgent than his need to empty it. "I want you to keep touching me," he said. Did Lupin have alpha wolf instincts? Would he be offended if Snape asked such a question? "I don't mind being handled somewhat... aggressively. If you need to, ah..." he gestured awkwardly at the empty bottles they had set down. "You already know that excites me, so feel free to do as you please."
"As I please?" Lupin's lips drew back in a smile that was distinctively wolfish. He stepped close to Snape and pressed him down until he was sitting on the bed again, then straddled him and pushed his torso so that he lay down, only his legs from his knees dangling from the side of the mattress. Snape gave a token resistance, bucking up against Lupin's thighs as the other man's weight rested on him. In return Lupin leaned forward and began to rock so that their cocks rubbed together.
"If you really mean that you want me to piss on you, Severus..." he muttered before claiming Snape's mouth in another urgent kiss.
"I do," Snape affirmed breathlessly as soon as he had the chance. It had been longer than he wanted to remember since he had had the chance to indulge this particular longing.
"You want to be marked?" Lupin's voice was a low growl, intensely arousing, and Snape opened his mouth in a soundless moan as his breath rushed out. "Do you like being dirty, Severus? Or just the heat of it -- the way the spray feels on your skin?"
Snape had never wished to analyze the urge, only to surrender to it. It did not require arousal to bring ease and pleasure: he liked knowing that he could let go when he was with a partner who would do the same, and he felt less conscious of his own sweaty feet and greasy hair when he was being drenched in someone else's piss. "Yes -- mark me," he muttered, evading the question. He was afraid that Lupin would demand an answer, but after a moment of unbearable waiting, he felt warmth jetting onto his belly, accompanied by the quiet hiss of liquid spraying against skin. Moving a hand down his body, he stroked the hot puddle all over his cock and balls.
His hand was met by Lupin's, and he groaned as Lupin dabbled in the slowing stream of piss, letting it drip from his fingers and back again onto Snape's belly and cock, doubling it.
"You really like this," Lupin said, the quiet intensity of the statement conveying his surprise.
Lupin let go of him, and to his embarrassment Snape heard himself whine, "Remus!"
"Can't you tell?" Lupin's eyes were dilated. He shifted off of Snape's thighs, and a moment later a hot wet mouth closed around Snape's piss-drenched cock.
"Yes!" Snape blurted out. His fingers grasped frantically until they had found Lupin's hair and were stroking it, encouraging the head to remain exactly where it was. "Yes, just don't stop!"
As Lupin sucked, he moved his wet hand behind Snape's balls and began to tease the tight pucker, nudging it open with a damp fingertip. It was uncomfortable at first -- it had been nearly as long since Snape had been penetrated by anyone else as it had since someone had showered him in piss -- but the discomfort was minor compared to the growing ache deep inside where he wanted to be stretched and filled.
"You can fuck me," he groaned.
The tongue sliding along his shaft stilled, then with a final long sweep, Lupin lifted his head and backed away. "Turn over."
He complied with inelegant haste, scrambling his feet up onto the bed and rolling to present his arse toward Lupin. He expected a lubrication charm; he certainly had brought nothing for such an occasion, and presumed Lupin had not anticipated anything of the sort either. But it was no charm that penetrated him now. Instead Lupin spread him open and licked him from balls to arsehole, lapping up the drying piss, before slipping his tongue inside.
Snape bit back a howl -- they really should have cast a privacy spell, but he was hardly going to do so now -- and clenched his hands spasmodically on the bedspread.
He was very grateful to have had such a long bath -- he'd have worried about being unsanitary -- though cleanliness seemed to be the furthest thing from Lupin's mind as he plunged his tongue in and out, pushing Snape open with every stroke. In desperation Snape reached for a pillow, burying his face -- and his groans -- in it as he raised his hips, thinking he could not bear much more of this yet never wanting Lupin to stop.
Of course he did, finally; with a final long lick, he drew back and Snape heard him spitting into his own hand, then rubbing his cock rhythmically to dampen it. There was a brief, painful burn as the thick head pushed past the ring of muscle that Lupin had been softening with his mouth, but after a moment it faded and Snape pushed himself backward, lifting his head long enough to say, "Do it."
There was nothing exactly like being fucked with nothing but saliva for lubricant. Every move that Lupin made pulled just a little more at him; not hurting, not quite, but the sensation brought him back from the point of near-climax. He grunted into the pillow as Lupin's cock invaded his arse, stretching him wide. One of Lupin's hands was clamped onto his hip, but the other slid around to his prick and began to fist him, sliding up to the top as Lupin pulled back, then down to the base as he penetrated Snape deeply once more. Lupin was breathing harshly, unevenly, and Snape had the clear impression that he would have been talking if he had felt comfortable doing so. Trying to encourage him, Snape muttered, "Fuck, that's good -- harder, yeah, that's it, more..."
"Severus," Lupin groaned as if in anguish, bending his head to press his lips to Snape's shoulderblade and silence himself for a moment. It didn't last, however. A firm tug on the hip brought Snape's knees under himself as Lupin knelt up as well, changing the angle, sending an explosion of pleasure through Snape who could no longer muffle his shout in the pillow. "So good," muttered Lupin. "Wanted this..."
For how long? Snape would have asked if he could have spoken coherently. All he could manage was another cry, then another, as Lupin continued to thrust into him, the friction of near-burn somewhere between pain and delight. Lupin's fingers continued to tug on his prick as he thrust. "I want to feel you come. All over the bed."
Snape could only moan in agreement, almost there, almost, Lupin over him in him around him, pounding his arse, until finally his cock was pulsing in Lupin's hand, hot white spurting down onto the piss-saturated bedcovers, his arse tightening in reaction so that Lupin too gave a deep groan, thrusting hard and shuddering against him, saying his name once more as he came.
Collapsing forward, heedless of the damp filth underneath them, Snape sighed. He could feel a trickle of semen dripping down his thigh as Lupin withdrew and rolled to one side, to Snape's relief; his bladder was uncomfortably full and the weight of the other man put a good deal of pressure on it. Oh, he would be sore after this, but he didn't care. He turned over to face Lupin, who was lying with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. Snape once again felt the urge to trace the scars on Lupin's body, and when he did so Lupin opened his eyes. "Severus."
"Remus." Snape said the name softly, and Lupin gave a hint of a smile.
"Want a healing spell?" Snape shook his head; perhaps he would later, but at the moment he was not in real pain and the twinges were pleasant reminders. "What about a cleaning spell?"
Now Lupin's expression was distinctly naughty, and Snape raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure what purpose it would serve. When I wish to move, I am going to return the favor."
Lupin's already flushed face turned an even deeper red, but he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes... I want you to," he whispered.
If Snape hadn't just come the expression of hunger on Lupin's face would have had his cock hard in an instant. Perhaps it was because he was a werewolf; Snape had never known anyone else who was even more willing than himself to enjoy the erotic sensuality of pissing. He stroked Lupin's chest and belly once again, feeling him quiver under the touch, before pushing himself up to kneel beside him.
The first few drops came slowly, spattering yellow against the network of white scars. Lupin dabbled his fingers in the liquid and raised them to his nose, sniffing, looking intently at Snape as he licked them off. When Snape let go a little more, directing the stream towards Lupin's cock, Lupin growled his satisfaction and twisted to present more of himself to Snape. Astonishingly he was becoming aroused again already.
"It doesn't take much when the moon is waxing," he explained in a hoarse voice, apparently seeing the surprise on Snape's face and moving his hand to rub the flood all over his cock and balls. Snape was still pissing steadily, his bladder having contained all it could, and Lupin spread his legs to enjoy it, sniffing the air eagerly. "It's strongest in the morning... if you woke me up like this tomorrow, I'd have the urge all day to get on all fours for you..."
Snape wondered why it had never occurred to him before that a werewolf might be more likely than anyone else he knew to respond to this sort of stimulation. By the time Snape had finished soaking him, sighing softly in relief, Lupin was fully hard and spread out wantonly, one leg bent so he could reach his hand behind himself and rub piss everywhere. "I will have to test that tomorrow, you realize," Snape said as he realized that he had just been invited to spend the night. "Although it doesn't look as if you're entirely satisfied now."
"No," agreed Lupin with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Were you offering to do something to help out?"
"Not being a werewolf I'm afraid I don't recover so quickly," said Snape, "but..." He took Lupin's wet prick in his grasp and began to stroke it. Lupin hummed at that, his own finger titillating his tight hole as Snape pulled at him.
With his other hand he reached for Snape, suggesting, "Kneel over me. Over my face." When Snape did, Lupin started to lap at his balls. Snape shivered, his cock displaying an unwontedly rapid renewal of interest in the proceedings. Fucking a werewolf seemed to possess some definite advantages.
Bending lower, he used a nonverbal spell to sanitize Lupin's cock -- he would have put up with the saltiness for as long as it lingered, but he did not trust piss and friction to have wiped away whatever might have remained after being inside Snape's arse. Licking the head, Snape found that he could taste only Lupin's skin and the fluid beginning to well in the slit. He took it into his mouth, sucking gently, while Lupin did the same to one of his testicles.
Pushing Lupin's hand out of the way, Snape reached forward to tease behind the balls and to stroke the hole at the center of the twitching pucker. He was not quite so comfortable using only saliva as a lubricant, and after a moment of concentration, another silent spell had made Lupin considerably more slippery and open to his touch. He released Lupin's cock from his mouth as he slid two fingers in and out, feeling himself recovering more with every stroke of Lupin's tongue and not wanting to bring him over too quickly. He did not want to pass up an opportunity to thrust his cock into that tight hole.
Lupin's groan of pleasure as Snape stretched him was gratifying, and he reciprocated by taking Snape's cock into his mouth nearly to the root, his teeth grazing the skin almost imperceptibly, only enough to make Snape fully hard again. He pulled away then and turned around, trying to decide whether to fuck Lupin from the front or back. The choice was made for him when Lupin lifted his knees high, displaying that enticing entrance fully. Snape rubbed two fingers over Lupin's perineum and then guided his cockhead to rest against the puckered opening. He met Lupin's gaze as he pushed, enjoying the feel of the tight muscles resisting, then relaxing as his cock slid in. He moved slowly, wanting to draw out the sensation as the tight slickness enveloped him, and also suspecting that it had probably been at least as long for Lupin as it had been for himself.
"Yes -- Severus," Lupin groaned when he was fully inside, and then begged, "Fuck me hard. Please."
"All in good time," Snape murmured, beginning to move slowly, letting himself get used to the feeling of that heat surrounding him and the way it clenched and rippled when he slid back and forward again. He was in no hurry to come, and his fingers traveled over Lupin's chest, again following the scar that led to a nipple and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
Lupin's eyes were half-shut, watching Snape's face and his hand, but he twisted and cursed without closing them. "W-why do the scars fascinate you so?"
"I have uglier ones; they just aren't as easy to see," Snape said after a moment. He wondered what he would look like if Voldemort's Cruciatus had left a mark on the body -- hideous and shriveled, he thought, which was what he had been certain was happening to him when the curse was spoken. Thrusting more shallowly, he bent to suck at the nipple. He liked Lupin's body, he decided; responsive, sensitive, not too thin.
Large-knuckled hands slipped into Snape's hair and Lupin arched his back as Snape's tongue flicked his nipple. "I hate mine." His voice was ragged. "The visible sign of my status."
Snape stopped thrusting to reply, "At least yours have healed." He tilted his head up to suck fiercely for a moment at Lupin's neck. Lupin shifted underneath him, spreading his legs wider and pulling them up so that Snape's cock could penetrate him more readily.
"Not entirely," was Lupin's response. He gasped as Snape again traced a scar, this time with his tongue, from neck back to the other nipple, biting at the tiny nub. The muscles of his arse flexed and clenched around Snape's prick. "Ahh..." he groaned. "Please, Severus."
Snape decided that he liked the way Lupin sounded begging, too. Releasing the nipple, he raised his body on his arms and began to thrust harder, looking down at Lupin's face. The drenched mattress made squelching noises beneath them as he pressed Lupin down; it was arousing to have that constant reminder of what they had done even as he was fucking Lupin, who reached down to hold his legs up, maintaining the angle that allowed Snape to brush his prostate with every stroke. He tried to shift his weight onto one arm so that he could grasp Lupin's cock, but Lupin said, "Not yet. Just like this."
Not such an alpha wolf after all, thought Snape as he sped up his movements, thrusting so vigorously that the bed began to creak. Lupin groaned loudly; Snape wondered whether the neighbors were entertained or whether they had cast silencing charms at their own walls. He was beyond caring; it was enough to let go like this, to sink into this welcoming tight arse and feel Lupin's hands on his back, spurring him on. Lupin's mouth was a rictus, his head thrown back as Snape pumped into him. Snape could feel his orgasm gathering, and hissed when Lupin's nails dug into his skin, the added sensation stimulating him further. "Come for me, Remus," he commanded, wanting to see if Lupin would obey.
One hand dropped away from his back, and Lupin took hold of his straining cock, rubbing it fast and rough, moaning as Snape slammed into him. "Harder," he pleaded, and Snape obliged. The bed wasn't just creaking now; it was thumping against the wall, the beat of it emphasizing the pulsing of his blood.
The sound from Lupin's throat hardly sounded human as he convulsed, spraying hot semen over his own belly and spattering Snape's. Though he wanted to keep looking at Lupin's face, it was more than Snape could withstand, and he was aware of nothing but his cock growing rigid as he shoved in and in and in, ramming Lupin against the pillows below the shaking headboard. When he finally came, he felt Lupin's damp palms on his arse, pulling him close and keeping him there.
Once the room had ceased seeming to vibrate around them, they were a little shy with each other. Lupin's hands slid away from Snape's skin as he withdrew, and for a few minutes they lay on their sides, touching but not embracing, catching their breath. "Oh. You don't have your wand," said Lupin apologetically, reaching for his own, casting Scourgify on the bed and removing the rapidly cooling moisture from the mattress. Smiling a little, he picked up a bottle and passed another to Snape. "Difficult as it is to believe, I'm a little parched from all the yelling."
"Thank you." Snape drank thirstily. He glanced sidelong at Lupin, who was equally intent on his own drink. Sex had not been a priority in his life for a long time... but perhaps he should reconsider that. He ran his thumb up and down along the neck of the bottle, distracted, and jumped when Lupin touched him.
"I did mean it when I suggested you might stay tonight," said Lupin diffidently. "If you'd like to."
The thought of it made Snape feel odd; sleeping in the same narrow bed seemed somehow more intimate than sex, and the cool white sheets of the bed in his own room beckoned. But he found himself nodding nonetheless. "I came in here wearing only a towel," he reminded Lupin. "I will have to creep out rather early, if we are to avoid potential gossip."
"You can pretend you were using the bathroom." Remus smiled as if he was trying not to look overly enthusiastic, but his eyes were bright with pleasure. "Since we do have to share." He hesitated a moment, then asked, "How did you... I'm sure you know that what we've been doing is not an urge that many people share outside of fetish clubs."
"Perhaps it's just that, among the people with whom you socialize, no one will discuss it." Snape raised an eyebrow. He had expected that there was some truth to the notion that werewolves marked territory even as humans.
"If you're suggesting that lycanthropy makes me enjoy being pissed on, I wouldn't know, but I doubt it." Remus looked faintly amused. "I discovered it quite by accident. With a partner too drunk to realize what he was doing at the time."
"It isn't connected to a sense of smell or pheromones?" Blushing a little, Remus shook his head. "Then what?"
Remus fidgeted. "I just... like it. I haven't ever really thought about why. Maybe the intimacy of it, because it's such a taboo that to find someone else willing to do it brings you close, at least for the duration." Now Remus's face was red indeed, as if he wasn't sure that Snape would appreciate that explanation. "But I like the way it feels, sensually, too... the heat and wetness and even the smell, but not in a wolfish way. At least I don't think so. What about you -- how did you find out, and how did you guess I'd be interested, tonight?"
Snape knew now that it would be a mistake to try to explain or even joke about wolves and marking behavior. "You knew I was watching you in the bathroom. You made no attempt to hide. And you were, shall we say, somewhat less than horrified at my interest." He paused at the amused twinkle in Lupin's eyes. Had Lupin truly been desperate, or had he guessed somehow, and come into the bathroom while Snape was in the tub to see what developed?
His suspicion must have shown on his face, because Lupin quickly said, "You'd been in the tub for a long time -- you deserved that interruption, even if it had offended you." He smiled again. "And you didn't answer my question. Clearly you've done this before?"
It was Snape's turn to blush and fidget. "I suppose I discovered it by accident too," he said. "I was... someone tickled me."
"Someone tickled you?" Lupin's eyebrows shot up.
"In a bathtub, fortunately, or it might have been even more humiliating." Snape felt his face burning, remembering the amusement on the face of Regulus Black, after Snape had done him the favor of sneaking him into the prefect's bathroom. "I hadn't been to the loo, and he was merciless. I, ah, I lost control. And sprayed him. And tried to hide it beneath the water but he..." Squirming, Snape tried to avert his entire face. "He pulled me up. I thought he was going to be disgusted, but he liked it. And things progressed from there."
"I see," said Lupin, his tones thoughtful. "I've only infrequently had the opportunity. The partner I had who was so drunk... when he did realize, later, he wasn't willing to do it again. And only once or twice since have I been with someone who was. So... this was a rare treat for me." He was still flushed, but the smile he turned on Snape was brilliant. "Thank you, Severus."
That was so unexpected that Snape found himself choking on his beer. "I, ah... you're welcome, I suppose," he said once he could speak again. "And I should thank you in return." He reached out to clasp Lupin's hand. "The one we both have to be grateful to, though, is Minerva."
"For making me attend this conference," growled Snape. "If she hadn't browbeaten me into coming..."
"Me, too," Lupin confessed. Their eyes met. "You don't suppose..."
"Officially, she doesn't even know that I have been involved with men." Unofficially, Snape was not certain that that was still true; there had been one evening with a great deal of firewhisky and conversation when he was certain he had been rather indiscreet about his past, but he hoped she remembered the discussion as hazily as he did. "I think she merely hoped that we would put aside our differences and get along."
"Then we will be able to report success." Lupin smiled warmly. "I will tell her that you were more amenable to sharing a bathroom with a Gryffindor than I could have hoped."