enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-12 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: rough sex, kink: voyeurism, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/james, remus/sirius/james |
LMOM #12: Getting Back to Nature [Remus/Sirius/James, NC-17]
Title: Getting Back to Nature
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1116
Pairing: Remus/James, Sirius/himself, mentions of past Remus/Sirius/James, and a special guest appearance by the Whomping Willow
Kinks: wanking, voyeurism, rough sex, dendrophilia (tree love)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#12)
Notes: I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I don't know where this came from...
"Truth or dare?" Sirius asked, barely suppressing a yawn as he asked Remus. Everyone knew what Remus would choose. Remus always chose the same thing – truth.
Remus looked from James to Sirius. It was their last year. They'd been playing this game together on and off for six years, and he'd always chosen the same thing. This might be his last chance. He inhaled sharply. "Dare," he said softly.
Sirius sat up, eyes wide. "What?" he asked. He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
James sat up from his relaxed position, grinning broadly. "Really?"
Remus nodded, biting his bottom lip nervously. Sirius smirked. "I dare you to have sex with James in the Whomping Willow."
"Huh? We've had sex in the tunnel," Remus began. "You know that Padfoot... you were there."
"No... I mean IN the Whomping Willow... in the tree limbs themselves."
Remus paled. James Potter actually fainted.
The logistics of the dare proved to be more difficult than anyone thought. First, the dare would have to be performed late at night and under the protection of several charms and with James' invisibility cloak and their map in hand. But that always happened when they planned a prank. Sirius, it seemed, would have to stay on the ground, ensuring the tree remained immobile as his friends clambered up the trunk and into it's limbs. They'd have to disrobe, do the deed, and get down without killing themselves.
They waited until Peter had left to serve detention with Slughorn. It wasn't that they were hiding it from their friend it was just... well... he wasn't in on all of their escapades, and it seemed unlikely he'd take well to the idea that the three of them had been having threesomes and twosomes behind his back. Besides, he wasn't there when the dare was issued.
It took a moment for Sirius, transformed as Padfoot, to weave his way through the flailing limbs and stroke the knot which would cause the tree to still. James and Remus climbed the tree as quickly as possible while naked. Remus was up first and scooted out further on the branch. James nestled in between the crook of the trunk and the branch. "Fuck," James swore.
They heard Sirius snort and call, "Yeah, that's the idea. Get to it. I want a show."
"Shut it," James called back. "The logistics of this is more difficult than I thought." How exactly were they supposed to fuck now that they were up there? "Do... do you want to top?" he asked Remus. "Or should we just suck each other off?"
To emphasize his question the tree moved, and Sirius fumbled to hit the knot again. The two of them gripped the branch, hearts pounding in their chests. "You're thinking too much," Remus admonished, and he threw himself at James, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. Their hands began roaming smooth skin, delighting in the familiarity of the touch.
Twice, the tree started up again, and twice Sirius was on top of it, stroking the knot almost lovingly.
Remus and James gripped each other's hips, and Remus had slid closer (although it did involve some fumbling and cursing because of the bark of the tree). They were grinding against each other, and Remus was starting to forget they were in a tree, save for the sharp bark digging into the flesh of his already scarred thighs. James' moans echoed in the forest, and Remus was sure there'd be talk of the ghosts which occupied the Shrieking Shack being uber-active this night.
Sirius was listening to his friends' moans and gasps of pleasure, their awkward fumblings and barely hidden curses... and his dick was getting hard. He could only take so much, and with a frustrated groan he released his cock and began stroking it.
James had some how managed to sit on his lap without falling, though Remus wasn't quite sure how it'd been managed. They shifted, James wrapping a hand around Moony's big dick and he guided him in, hissing at the burn from the lack of lube and preparation. But fuck, they all loved to have sex like this – rough, unprepared, and spur of the moment. The tree shifted, they jerked, and James screamed as Remus slipped out of him.
Sirius pressed the knot quickly, squeezing his own balls to the sound of James' scream. "Fuck it," he grumbled, and he leaned against the knot, hand splayed across the smooth wood as he stroked himself. "God... so good... they're so fucking hot," he mumbled to himself. The tree seemed to jerk in agreement, but immediately stilled.
Remus growled and began pumping furiously into James' tight, hot arse. James' nails dug into Remus' shoulders. They were both bleeding, skin red and irritated and broked from rubbing against bark; they were both panting and growling and moaning with wild abandon; they were both bruised... and they were both having the time of their lives.
"Stroke your cock for me," Remus moaned. James shook as he let go of Remus' shoulder. The tree jerked again, and his blue eyes went wide, his hand flying back to the steady shoulder. It took a moment for his heart to slow to normal and him to breathe again. He grabbed his cock and stroked it, concentrating on the way Remus felt inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, filling him, stretching him open.
"Oh... fuck... Remus!" he screamed as he exploded. Remus followed him a moment later moaning James' name. It felt so fucking fantastic, their muscles squeezing and spasming and shaking uncontrollably, but together... together... always together like friends were supposed to be. They covered each other in hot stick come.
Sirius stroked his own dick faster, listening to his friends' bliss, the sound of them crashing over the edge so clearly driving him to his own orgasm. "FUCK YES!" he cried. His hot come pulsed out of his cock, spilling onto the ground and over his hand. He panted softly, and sank to the ground, his legs giving away.
The tree lurched, and Sirius' reaction time was a fraction of a second too slow. Remus and James were dislodge from their comfortable position, curled around each other, still stroking and kissing and cooing softly. They hit the ground with a thud, just after Sirius managed to stroke the knot which would still the devilish tree.
"SHIT!" James screamed. "MY FUCKING WRIST!"
"AHHH... MY LEG!" Remus joined in. Sirius stared down at his friends, trying to hide his amusement and failing, because his gray eyes were still sparkling mischievously.
"What the hell are we going to tell Madam Pomfrey about this?" he asked.