Title: Old Clichés Become the Best Nights Pairing: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Rating: PG-15 Disclaimer: They might not be mine, but I treat them much better Summary: Remus reads aloud. Severus doesn’t hear a word. Notes: I hope this does the trick and gives you a treat, Islandsmoke!
"It was a dark and stormy night...." Lupin read aloud with one leg indolently draped over the arm of the Chesterfield.
From the corner of his eye, Severus caught the tan fabric of Lupin’s trousers pulling and shifting as his leg idly rocked. Lupin droned on, but all Severus could contemplate was whether that was a slow, significant twitch against Lupin’s thigh or merely the firelight playing tricks on his desires.
“Remember the first time I read to you, Severus? You had the decency to look at my face.”
Severus startled, suddenly caught in the glint of Lupin’s mischievous eyes.
Like a moth to the flame, Severus rose and draped himself over Lupin, pushing him down into the cushions until Severus could confirm he’d seen more than a twitch. Lupin shifted his hips, grinning toothily as he rubbed Severus’ length against his own.
Evanesco! Clothing vanished, and both men gasped at the frizzling sensation of skin everywhere. Lupin squirmed, but Severus held his hips down and leaned over him until he could feel Lupin’s panting breaths against his face.
“We are no longer teenagers, Lupin,” Severus hissed, darting in to lick behind Lupin’s ear as he embarked on a long night of proving it.