|Envinyatar (envinyatar15) wrote in envinyatar_fics,|
@ 2008-08-27 01:33:00
|Entry tags:||pairing:hp:kingsley/remus, pt:challenge_the:hp:general|
[Fic] go ahead, be gone with it (Kingsley/Remus, NC-17)
Title: go ahead, be gone with it
Author: Envinyatar (aka envinyatar15)
Highlight for Warnings: *partially clothed sex; Kingsley's sex-god-ness*
Word Count: 1,115
Summary: Kingsley's appeal is difficult to resist.
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf's challenge #52, for which I got assigned this pairing. Apparently I now fail at making even random PWP clock in at below 1,000 words, and because I've been fighting writer's block I'm happy about every word that comes out, so I'm too lazy to try to cut it down. Many thanks to zebraspots05 for the beta job; any remaining mistakes are thanks to tiredness and much messing with this after I got it back from her. If you stumble across glaring mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me. Title is a line from Justin Timberlake's "SexyBack", because it randomly came up on my playlist while writing, and the song just fits to a certain kind of Kingsley cliché. I'm unapologetic about that ;)
For challenge_the: #125 observe.
Kingsley's appeal is easy to explain: tall, handsome, and intimidatingly capable. Intelligent he is without a doubt and his magical skills are beyond question - and from what the rumours say, his hands-on approach extends well into the bedroom.
Remus isn't blind, and he isn't deaf. He knows Kingsley from when they were briefly introduced by Albus a few years ago, and even though they'd never run into each other again until Albus called the Order together and Kingsley had become a member, Remus is acutely aware of how the fairer sex regards the Auror. He watches Tonks sigh and follow him around with longing in her eyes. She works with him every day, so he finds her reaction understandable; Kingsley's appeal is difficult to resist. Not even Molly is safe from going soft like butter in Kingsley's proximity.
Remus himself finds it difficult to resist, if the tight heat curling in his belly is any indication.
What Remus hardly expects is that his amused gaze, darting between whatever woman falls prey to Kingsley's charms and the man himself, would be trapped by Kingsley's intense eyes shortly before the Order meeting begins. Remus goes stock-still on his chair, an entirely inappropriate feeling racing up his spine, and he dares not to breathe as Kingsley's gaze begins to sweep up and down his body. Remus manages to keep from squirming; he knows his presence is not quite what one would call appealing. Then Kingsley's eyes finish their inspection and lock on his, boring into him. Remus holds it for a breathless moment, returning the look, before he shifts away and busies himself with the book he wanted to study - until he'd found himself a more interesting object to analyse.
How fortunate the book lies across his lap.
As it turns out, Remus didn't need to be careful about spilling his secret, for it seems Kingsley is already in the know.
Damn Sirius and his new habit of looking too deeply for the bottom of the bottle.
After the meeting Kingsley corners Remus easily, confidently, and with one look at him Remus immediately knows the battle he hasn't fought yet is already lost. It is no weakness that makes him give in, it is the objective realisation of his chances. A moment later finds him pressed against the upper bathroom's wall tiles, their coldness a welcome contrast to his body's heat. His trousers pool around his ankles, his shirt lies forgotten on the floor, and against his back he feels the rough wool of Kingsley's clothes. He shudders in pleasure as Kingsley stretches and prepares him, and then he braces himself against the intrusion that follows, sighing when he feels cock slide inside him, filling him, splitting him apart.
"You watched me," Kingsley murmurs in his ear, powerful thrust drawing a moan from Remus' throat he tries to bite down on. Wouldn't do to be discovered now."Saw your eyes follow me all evening." Another thrust, deeper this time, and it hits the sweet spot inside: Remus begins to see stars in front of his eyes as pleasure curls low in his belly and races up his spine, all his inhibitions already forgotten. Kingsley really doesn't waste any unnecessary time. "Wondered whose looks I'd return, didn't you?"
Remus inhales shakily, steadying himself against the wall. "No," he grits out on a sigh, "didn't wonder. Thought you weren't looking for a man." Didn't think you'd look at me.
Kingsley growls, his breathing ragged. "Saw you sitting there with that book across your lap." He emphasises his words with a snap of his hips that makes Remus' knees go weak. "Heard you give - that speech on - werewolf allegiance. God."
Didn't know you were after intelligence, Remus wants to quip, but before he can Kingsley reaches around him and begins to stroke his cock in time with his thrusts, effectively freezing the words in Remus' throat. What comes out instead is an unintelligible moan. Remus feels himself slide closer to the edge. Another push-and-pull, and he is shoved over it, clenching around Kingsley's cock inside him as he comes, stars exploding in his vision. He trembles as he sags against the wall, grateful for the support it offers. Dazedly he hears Kingsley's growl of pleasure, feels him thrust once more and then pull out. He spills over Remus' arse cheeks, then falls against Remus' back when his muscles too refuse to cooperate.
Their ragged breathing fills the air for a long moment, until Kingsley stirs against him.
"So beautiful," he roughly whispers into Remus' ear. His voice sends aftershocks of pleasure through Remus. He feels warm and safe in this embrace: Kingsley's warm body covers him, his strong arms hold him up; his come stains Remus' lower back. Remus feels marked, and he has to close his eyes when Kingsley begins to lickkissbite along his neck, for all intents and purposes staking his claim. Remus is satisfied inside and out, the wolf's instincts quiet, for once.
The come keeps dribbling down his thighs, making Remus shiver. But as it cools Remus can no longer negate that he's slowly getting uncomfortable, as much as he'd rather stay where he is and deny the world for a moment longer. Even he sometimes needs a reprieve from the cold harsh light of reality. He moves slightly, just a little wriggle of his thigh, but it's enough to bring his point across.
Kingsley moves off him quickly, too quickly. Remus can't help it. His hand grabs Kingsley's arm of its own volition, pulling him back into a kiss they didn't share previously. Their lips part easily, tongues moving into the fight that didn't take place before. It's aggressive and intense; then Remus surrenders, pulling Kingsley even closer. The atmosphere around them shifts. The kiss grows softer; becomes a wordless thank you Remus feels he should say.
When Kingsley breaks the kiss their ragged breathing fills the air, their eyes locked on each other. Then Kingsley starts to back away and put himself back into order. The spell is broken.
The next Order meeting Tonks still watches Kingsley longingly, and Molly still goes soft in his proximity.
Remus has a book across his lap that he isn't studying, instead looking from Tonks to Molly to Kingsley and back again. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
What has changed? When Kingsley captures Remus' eyes this time, Remus doesn't go stock-still. Instead he minimally quirks one eyebrow and allows one finger to wander down the middle of the book. He watches as Kingsley's eyes darken and feels pleased.
This time he doesn't wonder to whom Kingsley's attention belongs.