Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-11 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: public sex, kink: rimming, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 11: Hard at Work (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Hard at Work
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Rimming, (Semi-) Public sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1412
Summary: Percy is working late, and Remus distracts him.
Notes: Please forgive the horrible pun in the title! This is for mnemosyne_1, who wanted desk sex, and who is awesome, so she gets what she wants. Enjoy! ♥
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It was a few days before Percy asked Remus about Sirius again, and Remus had begun to wonder if Percy had lost interest in the story. Not that he would have blamed Percy at all; it couldn't be the easiest thing in the world to hear all the gory details of what your lover had done with his former lover.
On Thursday evening, shortly after Remus returned from work, Percy's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Good," he said, "I hoped you'd be home. I'm working late tonight—would you maybe fancy getting some takeaway and coming here for dinner? You could keep me company while I finish up. Maybe you could even tell me some more of your…story." Percy smiled, and so did Remus
Remus was tired, but Percy had been working late a lot in recent weeks, and they hadn't had a proper dinner together since the weekend, and Remus couldn't remember when it had been before that. Not that takeaway at Percy's desk was a proper dinner, but at least they'd be together for it.
"Give me twenty minutes," said Remus, and he put his cloak back on and headed out the door.
Twenty-six minutes later, he appeared in the doorway of Percy's office.
"You're late," said Percy, not looking up from his paperwork.
Remus frowned. "What's the matter with you?"
Percy finally looked up. "That was rather rude of me, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I've been so busy today—it's been so stressful, and—is that tikka masala?"
Remus held up the bag. "It is. Hungry?"
"God, yes. I missed lunch. Let's eat." Percy shoved his paperwork out of the way and he and Remus feasted on the chicken tikka masala Remus had brought, washing it down with a pot of tea that Percy made.
When they had finished, Percy picked up his quill again, but Remus stopped his hand.
"Is anyone else around?"
Percy furrowed his brow. "I don't know. Probably a few other people, yes. Why?"
"Because I was thinking," said Remus, moving behind Percy and kissing him on the neck, "That perhaps I could distract you for a little while. Call it stress management."
"Ohh, I shouldn't," said Percy, but his protests were weak, and he leaned back in his chair, still clutching his quill.
"If anyone finds out, I could get sacked," he murmured, tipping his neck to receive more kisses.
"And that," said Remus, "Is exactly why we are going to be very, very quiet." He flicked his wand at the door to lock it, then turned Percy's chair around, bending over him, starting to unfasten his robes.
Percy mumbled something, probably another protest, but Remus ignored it, still undressing him.
"Where—how do you want to—?" Percy asked when his robes were unfastened and Remus had started on his shirt.
"Over your desk, I should say," replied Remus, his voice low. "Yes, I think so. Let's get your trousers off so I can bend you over and take you from behind, shall we?"
Percy whimpered, and Remus couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his face.
"Up, now," he said, undoing Percy's trousers. "Stand up, and let me pull these down."
When Percy was bent over the desk, his bare arse presented to Remus, his pants and trousers around his ankles, Remus sat in Percy's chair and pulled it up so his face was level with Percy's arse. He curved his fingers around Percy's thighs and bent forward, breathing across Percy's hole, and felt Percy shudder.
"Oh yes, please," Percy sighed, and Remus spread Percy's arsecheeks with his hands, cast a quick cleansing spell, and licked a wide stripe across his arsehole. Percy jerked at the touch and cried out, and Remus stopped, pulling away.
"Very, very quiet," he reminded Percy, and he leaned forward again, going back to work. Percy's cries as Remus licked across his arsehole once again were muffled; Remus thought Percy must have shoved his fist in his mouth to stifle them.
He swirled his tongue round and around Percy's hole, waiting for Percy to relax so he could probe inside Percy's arse, an action that never failed to drive both of them wild.
He suckled and licked and pressed kisses to Percy's pink pucker, laving across it and probing at the entrance, making delighted noises as he did so, despite his insistence that they both be quiet.
Remus was hard under his own robes; he had been since he'd begun undressing Percy. He brought one of his hands down to his erection and palmed it through the layers of fabric, knowing he'd soon get to release it and sink bollocks-deep into Percy's arse.
He continued exploring Percy's arsehole with his tongue—he was getting a bit tired, but no matter, Percy was relaxing, his hole loosening under Remus's ministrations. Perfect. Remus took his mouth away and brought his wand to Percy's arse again, whispering a lubrication spell.
He stood, then, sinking a finger, then a second, into Percy's hole, stretching him, as he unfastened his robes and his trousers and pulled out his cock, which was already dripping with precome. He pressed himself to Percy, bending over him to whisper in his ear.
"Do you want me inside you now?"
Percy only whimpered, closing his eyes, and a moment later, he nodded.
"Ask me," said Remus, "Ask me nicely." He ached to be inside Percy, but still he wanted to hear the words fall from Percy's lips before he did it.
"Please—I want you," Percy whispered, "I want you inside me, here on my desk. Please, Remus, I want you inside me!"
"Oh, yes," Remus sighed, and he kissed Percy's cheek and pressed the tip of his cock against Percy's hole, and a moment later, he was inside him, wet heat surrounding him, and he grabbed Percy's hips, steadying himself.
He held still for a moment, adjusting to Percy's tightness, then he began to move, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth so as not to make any noise.
"Touch yourself," he managed, "I want you to come all over your desk while I'm fucking you." Percy whimpered again, then shifted, bracing himself against the desk with one hand while he slipped the other under himself, jerking his cock out of time with Remus's thrusts.
As Remus's climax approached, he held harder to Percy's hips, and the thought flickered across his mind that he was probably going to leave bruises. Yes, Percy bruised so prettily, and Remus loved to be the cause of those marks on his pale skin.
He jerked his hips forward, grunting as his climax approached. "I'm going to come inside you," he growled, and he felt Percy speed his movements underneath him, no doubt trying to match Remus's orgasm.
And it was only seconds later that Remus came, biting back a cry, emptying himself inside Percy, filling him with spunk. He kept his tight grip on Percy's hips as Percy began to groan and shudder underneath him.
"Yes, come for me," he whispered, "Come all over your desk."
Percy let out a whine and gave a great shudder and several hard jerks forward, then moaned and collapsed on his desk, Remus's softening cock still inside his arsehole.
Remus let out a shuddering breath and slipped from inside Percy. He sat back in Percy's desk chair, his legs spread, waiting for his heart to stop pounding so. He watched as Percy's arsehole twitched, a trickle of come seeping from it, then travelling down over his bollocks.
Percy moaned and roused himself, pulling up his pants and trousers, then turning to look at Remus. His face was flushed bright pink behind his freckles.
"I've ruined my proposal," he said, grinning, "And it's all your fault."
Remus laughed and reached out, pulling Percy into his lap. "Do you really mean to say that after a distraction like that, you're thinking of going back to work?"
"Hmm," Percy murmured, curling into the embrace, "Perhaps the morning would be a better time to sort things out."
"I think that would be a splendid time," replied Remus.
"You know," said Percy, "I thought I was going to get to hear another story about you and Sirius tonight, not participate in a story of my own."
Remus chuckled and stretched, and Percy slipped off his lap, buttoning his shirt.
"How about this weekend?" he proposed, and Percy nodded.
"That sounds fine. But for now, Remus…let's go home."