Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-23 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: dirty talk, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 23: Skipping to the End (Remus/Percy, R)
Title: Skipping to the End
Author: emiime
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Dirty talk
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1111
Summary: Percy has an idea to make an evening at a Ministry function a little less boring.
Notes: This is for mnemosyne_1 because she is darling and because it is her birthday today and I fail at writing her a proper birthday ficlet and because she gave me this absolute gem of an idea. ♥! Happy Birthday, Syne!
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For the next several days, Remus left alone any talk of the new fantasy they'd just begun to explore. He and Percy made gentle, unremarkable love on a few nights and fell asleep with little more than a kiss on others.
He did bring up fantasies, but casually—Percy would only shake his head, though, and promise to tell him some other time. Remus didn't push.
A Saturday evening near the end of the month found the two of them dressing in their nicest robes to attend a Ministry function which, as it turned out, Percy wanted to attend even less than Remus did.
"Oh, no one ever talks to me at these things," Percy complained, straightening his tie, "I end up off in a corner by myself trying to look interested in the plants."
"Well, we can do that together this time," replied Remus, "We'll make an appearance, say hello to your boss and to the plants, then come right home and I'll shag you rotten. How does that sound?"
"Oh, can't we just skip to the end?" pleaded Percy. Remus laughed and prodded him.
"No. Social events are good for the soul."
Percy scowled. "Pardon me, but that's utter crap."
Remus plucked a stray hair from the collar of Percy's robes. "Stop. You look dashing, and we won't stay long."
Percy acquiesced, and soon they were off.
They made a round of the room, drinks in hand, earning more than a few looks from people who clearly disapproved of their relationship. Not that they'd ever officially gone public with it—neither of them felt there was call to make a big announcement—but people knew, of course, and people talked, and people turned away, and people whispered behind their hands.
Remus tried not to care—at least not publicly. Percy swore that he didn't care, not at all, and bugger anyone who talked about them behind their backs, but Remus knew full well that it was all a façade.
But they met friends there, too—several of the Weasleys, Harry, Kingsley Shacklebolt. With the friendship of the Minister for Magic himself, there wasn't much anyone could say about Remus and Percy.
They finally retired to a corner which boasted three large potted plants, Percy standing slightly behind Remus and to his right.
"Do you know," he murmured in Remus's ear as Remus scanned the room, "You asked me about my fantasies, and I wouldn't tell you, but now I think I will. Don't turn around," he added, as Remus began to do just that.
"Percy, I don't think now's exactly the time for this," Remus muttered, only loud enough for Percy to hear.
Percy moved closer. "Oh, I don't know," he said. He rested his hand on Remus's arse, where no one else could see. "I think it's a fine time." He squeezed just a little. Remus said nothing, waiting. He was fairly certain no one could overhear him, ensconced as they were in the corner and the rest of the party guests oblivious to them.
"I did promise I'd tell you about my fantasies," he went on. Remus nodded and raised his glass to a passing couple whom he vaguely knew, as if nothing was amiss.
"You did," he said, "But, Percy—"
"I liked that time you tied me to the bed with the Transfigured school ties," Percy murmured in his ear as if Remus hadn't said a thing. "Loved it, in fact. I want you to tie me up again and torment me for ages, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again. Would you do that for me, Remus?"
Remus's mouth had gone dry. He merely nodded in response, his eyes glazed over.
"Good. Thank you. I'd quite like that." Percy smoothed his hand over Remus's arse, then squeezed it again.
"I'd also like it if you would come to my office again sometime and take me over my desk like you did before—would you?"
Remus nodded again.
"Oh, I'd love that. I think about that often, you know, when I touch myself—think of you coming inside me, me coming all over my desk. I can hardly sit at my desk sometimes without becoming aroused, you know."
Remus didn't know how on earth Percy was managing to keep his voice so steady. He knew that if he tried to speak, he'd lose his composure, and if he moved, the chance of his erection being spotted increased. Instead, he stood still and silent, waiting for Percy to either go on or stop entirely.
Percy ran his hand up Remus's spine, tracing circles on his back.
Remus shivered, and he let out a little whine.
"Do you know what I think I'd like to do?" Percy asked. Remus gave a tiny shake of his head.
"I think I'd like to cast a Disillusionment charm on us right now, and bend over for you here amongst the Firefig plants. I'd like to watch everyone, knowing they couldn't see us at all. Wouldn't you?"
Remus choked and turned around, pressing himself very near to Percy. "These aren't Firefig plants," he said, "They're Broad-leafed Sevenseeds. And we are going home."
He grabbed Percy's hand and rushed through the hall, discarding his glass on a table and ignoring a shout from Harry as he dragged Percy towards the public Floos.
When they had tumbled out of the Floo into their own flat, Remus grabbed Percy's wrist with one hand and pressed the other to his almost painful erection.
"What did you mean by that?" he asked, panting.
Percy fluttered his lashes. "By what?" he asked. "I was just answering your question from a few days ago." A smile crept across his lips, and Remus shook his head.
"You just wanted to get home so we could get to the me-shagging-you-rotten part of the evening," Remus chastised him.
"That," said Percy, taking Remus in his arms, "And I also wanted to share one of my fantasies with you."
"You've just shared three of your fantasies with me," replied Remus, "And, as you can see, they've left me in quite a state." They were on their way to the bedroom now, undressing as they went.
Percy smirked. "You didn't catch the main one, though," he said, slipping out of his pants and pulling Remus down onto the bed.
"The main one?" Remus began kissing Percy's neck, his bare erection finally finding the pressure it needed against Percy's thigh.
Percy nodded. "I've always wanted to talk dirty to you in public," he said, "And I didn't think there was anyplace better—or more public—than in the Ministry itself."