FIC: Morning Ablutions, NC17
This is my birthday gift for Lore. *squishies Lore* So I decided to share with you all.
Title: Morning Ablutions Author: Rosy Rated: Oh so very not worksafe.... buahaha Summary: ...Severus doesn't like shaving. ...until this morning.
I hate this.
I hate that I look like this. That no matter what I do, my hair is greasy. Even the sparse hairs that dot my face are greasy. Remus can grow stubble. A raspy, tempting shadow along his jaw that scratches pleasantly against my cheek when I kiss him in the morning. But I know he winces in disgust at the slimy, greasy feel of the patches of black hair that sprouts from my chin and jaw. I know I look like a speckle-faced adolescent, trying to grow a beard or goatee to be cool. I hate that he knows I know, that he tries to be sympathetic. It doesn't feel like compassion, but pity. And I hate that he pities me, even after all of this.
I grit my teeth and angrily whisk the shaving foam, angry at the slight eucalyptus smell the foam gives off. Usually, I like it. Today, however, it makes me angry that I can't just use a simple depilatory charm today. Wizard's Flu had temporarily messed up my magic. Tried making tea this morning and ended up with a teapot sprouting alfalfa. So I have to use the razor today. I don't realize that I'm muttering to myself until Remus steps up behind me. He takes the foam brush out of my hand, then gingerly pulled the pot of foam out of the other. For a moment, I glare at him in the mirror, and then I see the gentle but firm expression on his face. I sigh, and tip my head back.
Slowly, he begins lathering my face. "You get so upset by this," he murmured, and I can feel his chest pressing against my back. It's broad and warm, and relaxes me. Reminds me of when he spoons behind me during sleep. "I think it's time we change that."
"You aren't going to change the fact that I can't grow facial hair in any way shape or form," I mutter, though my eyes drift closed as I realize he's essentially holding me. His hand gently tips my chin, moving my head so that he can appropriately coat my skin. Then, he picks up the straight razor.
"Oh, I think I can," he purrs. He uses his fingertips to gently turn my head. Then, slowly, he sets the razor's edge against my throat and gently draws it upwards. So, so slowly he draws the razor up, and it feels... ticklish. It sends skitters of sensation along my skin. It doesn’t stop on my throat. It shivers down my spine, crawling over my skin like a thousand fingers. Remus continues, slowly and meticulously tracing the razor over my throat and jaw. And with each stroke of the razor, my skin becomes more sensitive. The razor is a cool, ticklish edge against my skin. I can hear the soft, wet rasp of its edge. I can feel the shiver working from my shoulders down my spine. I can smell the eucalyptus and the scent that follows Remus in the morning: chocolate and apples and the faintest hint of musk. I can feel the warmth from his chest and the firmness of his body behind me.
"You know," Remus purrs against my ear, his warm breath brushing against sensitive skin. I shiver, hearing the slight growl in that purr. "I rather like this." He's pressed against me, shoulder to hip. I can feel his length, each glorious inch of it, slowly hardening against the crease of my ass. "I can feel each little shiver that runs down your spine. Every time I do this..." He runs the razor's edge along my throat and jaw, gathering up the last of the foam. I can feel the cool air rush against my skin, causing a tiny quake along my body. "...you shiver. It teases you, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I murmur, tipping my head up and resting against his shoulder. He finishes the upper lip, then sets the razor aside and picks up the aftershave. He spreads it over his hands and slowly runs it up along my chest and throat, trailing his fingers over my chin and cheeks, brushing them over my lips. I can feel that they're dry, so I suck one in, opening my eyes just a sliver to watch his darken slightly as roll my tongue teasingly over the pad of his finger. His cock gives a slight twitch of interest against my ass. I purr a little, running my teeth over the fingertip before sucking on it again.
Remus growls softly, his hips grinding against my ass. I can feel his hand slide down and pull my sleep pants down over my hips. My cock slides out, and I shiver at the feel of cool air against the sensitive skin of my head. Remus presses another finger into my mouth, and I accommodate it, rolling my tongue around both to slick them. I don't think we'll have time for a proper shag, but I can feel his length pressing against his trousers. His hips rock against me, his knee sliding between my thighs and pushing them apart. "Sev," he growls softly. "So damn tempting..."
"To fuck me?" I drawl. I shift just enough to push my ass towards him, grinding back against his cock. He growls, dropping his own trousers and pressing against me. "Last night wasn't enough?"
"It's never enough," Remus growls. "Not with you... not when you're giving me your throat." He rakes his teeth over the place where my throat joins my shoulder, and I groan softly. "Not when you're bending over the sink, letting me see the curve of your ass beneath the silk of your pajamas..."
I expect him to rock against my ass and wrap his arm around to stroke my cock. It's not something we haven't done before... but instead, he shifts my hips enough to slide beneath my cheeks. I can feel the head of his cock press against the base of my balls. I groan softly, shuddering at the feel. He isn't fucking me... but that's what it feels like as he slowly begins rocking back and forth. The head of his cock presses against my balls, brushing against my perineum and I pant breathlessly at the ripples of sensation coiling around my cock. "Gods..."
"They can't help you," Remus growls, keeping hold of my hips as he reaches down with his slicked fingers and strokes my cock. "I'm the only one who can make you like this... I'm not even fucking you, and your cock is hard and weeping for me..." I groan softly, feeling him speed up both hips and hand. My balls shiver and contract slowly, the pleasure from both cock and perineum spiraling higher and higher. Remus growls into my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe and the soft skin of my throat as he speeds up. The precum from his cock has slicked the skin between my thighs, and I squeeze them around him. He groans at the pressure and moves faster.
I turn my head, the kiss sloppy and wet and hungry and desperate as he grinds against me, fast and hungry and hard. There are needy sounds escaping from between our mouths, and I can't tell if they're coming from him or me... but it doesn't matter because there's nothing but pleasure and heat running between us. There's nothing but his cock between my thighs and his cockhead against my balls and his hand stroking my length. Then, suddenly, everything explodes in a rush and the orgasm rolls over me, leaving me limp and shaking in its wake. In the haze, I can feel Remus growl and shudder against me. His ejaculate is hot against my balls, another shudder of pleasure rippling from the sensation.
"...I think," I murmur, turning to kiss Remus slowly, "I can get used to shaving."