Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} emiime) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} emific,@ 2008-10-01 23:45:00 |
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| Entry tags: | character: percy, character: remus, genre: slash, kink: rimming, pairing: percy/remus, rating: nc-17 |
Concentric (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Concentric
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 310
Warnings: Rimming
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Percy has a hard time keeping still when Remus does that.
Notes: So, this is shameless rimming porn with no redeeming value. No, seriously. No redeeming value whatsoever. Except to make my dear mnemosyne_1 smile, as this was originally posted as comment porn for her.
Percy tensed, whimpered, tried his hardest to hold perfectly still, as Remus nibbled his way up Percy's thighs. He could feel the rasp of Remus's stubble on the sensitive skin between his legs, and he whimpered again, higher this time, as Remus began to lick long stripes over the creases between his thighs and his groin, alternating sides.
"Hold still," Remus muttered against Percy's skin, and Percy nodded, and a moment later the thought crossed his mind that nodding was just silly, since Remus couldn't see Percy's face and since nodding was definitely not holding still.
He gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles showed white, clenching his teeth as Remus's breath ghosted across his hole.
"Warm," Percy whispered, and of course it was warm, but Remus just gave a little chuckle and pressed a kiss to his hole, and then, god, then there was Remus's tongue, licking concentric circles, spearing into him, oh god, and Percy wasn't going to last, not like this, not here on Remus's desk in the middle of the day, naked as anything, sprawled over parchments that rustled whenever he moved.
Remus shifted behind Percy and got a better grip on his thighs, spreading him wider, and Percy had to touch himself then, as Remus's tongue explored his arse, and it didn't take much, just a series of frantic jerks, before Percy was coming, not holding still as he'd promised he would, but trying simultaneously to push himself back against Remus's mouth and forward into his own hand, and he let out a little choked cry, then a louder one, as a tingle shot from the base of his spine straight to his brain, and he lost it, spilling himself on god-knew-what, probably important papers on Remus's desk, and god, he knew he'd care in a moment but he definitely didn't right then.
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