Helium Raven (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} severity_softly) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2008-05-21 20:48:00 |
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| Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: sex toys, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM, day 21, Remus' Favourite Toy
Title: Remus' Favourite Toy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Remus/himself, Remus/monkey, Remus/Peter/monkey... no actual monkeys were harmed in the writing of this fic. *giggles*
Kinks/Warnings: Sex toys? Remus is very young when he has his first erection.
Challenge: LMOM, day twenty-one
Word count: 500 (two double drabbles, one single drabble)
Notes: Might be the oddest thing I've ever written. Another fic that's TOTALLY unrelated to the fic I've been writing this month. Dubiously beta'd by innerslytherin and mnemosyne_1!
Remus was twelve when he had his first erection. His first impulse had been to run to his mum, but fear and shame had settled in on him before he could. Even at twelve, Remus knew about shame. He didn't need anything else his father could look down on him for, and his mother, who loved him still, even if he was a monster, didn't need anything to shake that love. So he tried to make it go away himself.
It was all awkward fingers at first, but the more he touched it, the more he found he liked touching it. It didn't take long for him to learn to squeeze just so, though he prayed he wasn't just making it worse. It didn't feel bad, so surely it couldn't be. Could it?
He squeezed and pulled until he was out of breath, then rolled to his side when his body started to tingle. Something wonderful and terrifying happened then, overwhelming him all at once.
When he finally caught his breath and opened his eyes, he was horrified to see his favourite toy, a monkey that his mum had given him after his first transformation, spattered with thick, milky fluid.
When he was seventeen, he still kept the now well-worn stuffed monkey shoved under his pillow. He was an adult, and had no reasonable excuse for keeping it. Not one he could share with his mates, anyway. But Bertrand the Monkey (he'd guiltily given it a boy's name years ago) stayed with him even after Remus and Peter became lovers, left school, and moved into a flat together.
Peter was sprawled on the bed one day when he picked Bertrand out of the pile of pillows. "What d'you see in this old thing?"
Remus plucked it out of his hands. "It's special to me," he said, then drew the toy down Peter's chest, enjoying how Peter smiled and how his eyes fluttered shut at the feel of it against his skin.
"I love you, you know," Peter said. "I think any normal bloke would be jealous, being cheated on with a monkey, but not me."
Remus' jaw dropped. "What?!"
Peter cracked an eye open and gave Remus a mischievous grin. "We've been together two years. You didn't think I would figure it out by now?" His hand moved to cover Remus'. "Show me what you like so much about it?"
Peter liked the feel of plush, the caress of it over his cock. He liked how Remus watched him when they played with Bertrand.
Coming in the arms of a toy, feeling his release coat its fur was strange... but good. Which was a good way to describe Remus too: strange, but good.
Peter never regretted asking about Bertrand. He occasionally had to request that Remus give him "monkey-free" nights of pleasure, but Remus never failed to come up with new ways to use Bertrand when Peter was willing, not until long after they'd worn the fur from its body.
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