tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-07-02 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: tetsubinatu, kink: oral sex, kink: partially clothed sex, kink: role play, remus/hermione/neville, remus/neville |
Survivor's Guilt Part 9
Survivor's Guilt Part 9
Title: Survivor's Guilt Part 9
Rating: R
Wordcount: 778
Pairing:Remus/Neville
Kink(s): role play, oral sex, cardigan-love
Originally started as part of LMoM 2008
Notes: post-DH (sans epilogue) Remus figures it out.
“As the topic at hand is anal penetration,” Remus began,”it would seem only logical to follow the topic to its logical conclusion, namely anal intercourse. As you are aware, this is experienced quite differently by male and female participants, and...”
A loud crack came from Harry’s room below, followed by a crash and a number of thumps. A hellish scream was cut off suddenly.
Neville jumped and Remus started for the doors, only to be prevented by Hermione’s hand on his arm. “Let me,” she said, the light in her eyes both protective and furious.
“He screamed,” Neville pointed out dubiously.
“Trust me, he’s come home furious, and hasn’t remembered the silencing charm until after he started his tantrum,” she retorted, swiftly donning her sexy nightgown and transforming it into a pink chenille housecoat with a fluffy bunny pocket.
The door slammed behind her and Neville frowned. “Pink chenille?”
“Molly has one just like it,” Remus informed him. “Either she found it the easiest form to remember in a hurry or she was making a point.” He paused and exchanged a look with Neville. Grins spread over both of their faces as they thought about it.
“He’s in trouble,” Neville informed his co-conspirator, who merely nodded and tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Now where were we, Mr Longbottom?”
Neville suddenly became aware of his near-nakedness again, and of the intent scrutiny of his favourite professor.
“I think I was about to give you a blow-job,” he volunteered meekly, “But I’ll need to remove your trousers first.”
Remus blinked. “Oh. Well, yes... that sounds... Proceed as you see fit, Mr Longbottom.”
Neville dropped to his knees and crawled over to the brown corduroy trousers. Carefully he untied each brown shoelace and lifted each foot to remove the well-polished shoe and sock. He straightened and smiled up at Remus’ surprised face before running a possessive hand over Remus’ eye-level crotch and undoing the zip. Now this was something he had done before, and he was pretty damn sure he was good at it, too.