Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} emiime) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2008-05-25 23:10:00 |
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| Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: kissing, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 25: Trust (Remus/Percy, PG-13)
Title: Trust
Author: emiime
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Kissing
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 555
Summary: Remus needs Percy to trust him. Percy just needs Remus to kiss him.
(Did you miss something? 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24)
"I don't want you to get the impression that the relationship between Sirius and me was based entirely on sex," Remus said when Percy asked for another kinky story.
"I don't think it was," replied Percy, "I mean, I do like hearing the sex stories, but there's a lot of love and trust implicit in them."
Remus nodded. "You're right. There was a lot of love and trust between us. Similar to the way I feel now, Percy."
Percy turned scarlet. "I—thank you. I love you too. And I trust you."
"I know you do." Remus drew Percy to him and stroked his hair. He moved his hand to the back of Percy's neck and stroked the softly curling wisps there, then followed the ridge of Percy's spine down to cup his arse.
They kissed, then, a kiss that began as a soft brush of Remus's lips against Percy's and which quickly escalated, their tongues tangling, their lips growing moist, their breathing laboured.
"God, I love kissing you," murmured Remus between kisses. Percy only hummed his response, moving back in for another, longer kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Percy's glasses were smudged and there was a pink tinge to his cheeks. His lips were plump, his eyes half-lidded. Remus loved seeing Percy in such a rumpled state—like the first morning they'd woken up together, Percy with stubble and no glasses, naked in Remus's bed.
"You look good like this," he'd murmured, awakening the younger man with kisses. Percy had groaned and rolled over, bleary and ungracious as he always was in the mornings, and then there'd been awkward movements and excuses as Percy tried to find his clothing.
Remus ran a hand through Percy's hair, mussing it into the wild bird's nest it so resembled when it wasn't attended to. "So good," he repeated. "Yes, I'll tell you another story. I'll tell you as many stories as you like, every night of the year if that's what you want, if you only promise to always let me see you as no one else sees you."
A smile twitched at the corneres of Percy's mouth. "Yes," he said, "All right. I'm starting to be able to do that."
"I know you are," Remus replied, "You said you trust me. I like to think that doesn't only extend to me tying you to the bed or using my wand on you."
Percy shivered as Remus recalled some of the more adventurous things they had tried together. "It doesn't," he said. "You can tie me up and see me with bed hair, if that's what turns you on."
A grin broke over Remus's face. "Yes. That turns me on more than you can know—it turns me on to you."
Percy rolled his eyes self-deprecatingly. "All right, then," he said, and he pulled Remus in for another kiss.
This kiss shot electricity straight through Remus, and he couldn't have said why if he'd tried. But he found himself sinking down onto the sofa, Percy in his arms, and he moved his hot mouth to Percy's neck as Percy gasped and writhed in the embrace.
"I don't know if I can stop kissing you long enough to tell you another story right now," Remus said.
"That's all right," Percy replied, "Don't stop kissing me, Remus, please."