firefly124 (firefly124) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-03 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: firefly124, kink: dream sex, kink: nipple play, kink: rimming, remus/severus |
LMOM #3: Bitter Brew (SS/RL, NC-17)
Title: Bitter Brew
Author: firefly124
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SS/RL
Kink(s): dream sex, nipple play, rimming
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 566
Remus’ fingers tingled as he accepted the goblet. His eyes remained glued to Severus’ as he downed the bitter potion. Long fingers brushed his again as he handed the goblet back. A chill ran down Remus’ spine, and he licked his lips nervously.
“Still an incorrigible tease, I see,” Severus said.
Remus thought his eyes might pop out of his head. “Harry—”
“Left the moment I entered the room. Hadn’t you noticed?”
“No.” Remus didn’t add that was because he hadn’t taken his eyes off Severus the whole time. Most likely he knew, smug bastard. “Then we’re … alone?”
“As you see.” Severus flicked his wand carelessly at the classroom door.
“Sev—” Once again, Remus found himself cut off, this time by demanding lips pressing against his own and a tongue demanding entrance. After a brief moment of shock, he surrendered, afraid to question his good fortune.
Hands meticulously unfastening robes and shirt, Severus backed him against his desk. Fingers circled and pinched his nipples before the warm mouth descended to alternately tug at the hardened nubs and then soothe them with broad licks and delicate circles.
“Merlin, Severus!” Remus scrambled to undo the man’s frock coat and shirt, making little progress as Severus continued to nibble and soothe, nibble and soothe, until Remus thought he just might come from that alone.
Suddenly, Remus found himself spun around, trousers yanked down and buttons clattering to the floor. Severus bent him harshly over the desk, though it seemed he’d cast a Cushioning Charm first, thank Merlin. He gasped as Severus spread him open and breathed a puff of warm air over his opening, then moaned as a warm tongue circled once, twice, three times before pressing just barely inward.
Again and again the pattern repeated: once, twice, three times around, and then just a bit further in. Remus whimpered with frustration and pressed backwards, wanting more.
Severus just gripped his arse more firmly, pressing him into the cushioned desk and resuming his slow torture. Once, twice, three times around, and just the tiniest bit further in.
“Please, Severus, please,” Remus begged.
At long last, the tongue stopped and something much larger pressed into him slowly, relentlessly.
“Merlin, yes!” Remus tried again to press backwards and was rewarded this time with a sudden thrust, filling him completely and driving him once again into the desk.
Fingers tightened on his hips as Severus pounded into him, panting but otherwise silent.
Remus tried to slide a hand to his own cock, but he quickly gave up and braced himself against the softened wood, letting Severus’ thrusts grind him into the surface below until, all too soon, he shattered in a rainbow of light and a cascade of ecstasy. He turned to catch Severus’ lips as he neared his own completion.
And instead, Remus found himself in a tangle of sticky sheets. It took him a moment to work out why.
Fumbling under his pillow for his wand to clean himself up, Remus cursed himself for a fool. Of course, he’d been the only one to feel that jolt of recognition, of still-smoldering passion.
He was the only one foolish enough to be unable to let go of what they’d had. What Sirius had ruined. No, what he’d ruined by not telling his lover what he was.
Remus buried his face in his pillow, soaking it with bitter tears.