elfflame (elfflame) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-14 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: elfflame, remus/bill |
LMOM # 14: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: A New Start Part 2 - Remus/Bill, NC-17
Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: A New Start Part 2
Author: elfflame
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Bill
Kink(s) : Cross-gen
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 780
A/N: Just under the wire here… Thanks to wolfish_cat for the encouragement as per usual. :) Continued from last night. :D
Part One | Part Two | Part Three A | Part Three B | Part Four | Part Five
Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Part Eleven | Part Twelve A
Bill kissed eagerly back, his hands pushing up Remus’s shirt to get it off. “Fuck, Remus…” he groaned when Remus pulled back and began to nip down his neck.
“We’ll get there soon enough, Bill. But first, I want to taste you.” Remus helped Bill out of his clothes, then dropped to his knees in front of him, settling between those long legs dusted with auburn hair. Bill had a beautiful cock, long and slender and pale but for the rose of the head of his cock, peaking out from the foreskin.
Leaning in, Remus pulled the foreskin down and licked over the head, delighting in the groan it pulled from the other man. “God…knew you’d be great,” Bill said, panting. “The quiet ones are always best.”
Remus snickered. “Are they?” He licked over the head again, then slid his lips lower over the head, and down around the shaft of Bill’s cock, humming.
Bill’s groans came louder as Remus continued to suck him, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch. “Hell…going to kill me…”
Smirking, Remus swallowed, knowing how the contraction would feel around Bill’s cock, and grinned around him when the other man cried out in pleasure. “Holy Merlin! Yeah!” Bill’s fingers threaded into Remus’s hair, and for a moment, he pushed into Remus’s mouth. Remus pulled back, then grabbed Bill’s hips to stop the reaction, then pushed forward to take him deeper, swallowing around him until Bill slid down his throat.
The sound Bill made at that was beyond pleasure or pain. It was almost unearthly in sound, and Remus could feel Bill straining to push up into his mouth. As it was, he pulled back, dragging his tongue along the underside, then pushed in again, taking Bill all the way in, humming.
He knew it wouldn’t take too much of this. Bill was young, though, so it would just take a bit of the edge off. And that was a good thing. Because Remus intended on doing every little thing he’d ever dreamed of doing with Bill before he left in the morning. At least, as long as the two of them had enough energy to do it.
Remus began to bob his head, his fingers cupping around Bill’s balls, humming as he sucked at him, enjoying Bill’s groans as he bobbed his head.
It didn’t take much before Bill began to come, no warning given. Not that Remus needed it. He eagerly swallowed every drop, then pulled back and moved up to settle next to Bill, who was looking rather boneless.
“You’re brilliant,” Bill said once he’d opened his eyes again. “And I’m a fool for having waited too long.” He pulled Remus into a kiss, pulling him close.
“You could always visit me at Hogwarts. I’m sure your folks would be thrilled to have you home.”
Bill laughed. “Yes, I’m sure they would. And then they’d drive me batty trying to get me to marry and stay in England, raise a family. I’m not ready for that. Not yet.”
Remus shook his head, smiling. “I think I can understand why that might keep you away a bit longer,” he said. Not that he’d expected Bill to take him up on the offer, really. Rather than dwell on the fact that this was likely their one chance, Remus kissed him again. “Where’s your bed?” he whispered. If he was going to only going to have one night, he wanted to be comfortable doing it.
“Good idea. Your turn. And then, I want to fuck you.” Bill grinned.
Remus chuckled and let Bill drag him off to bed. The rest of the night was a blur of skin and groans and the taste of sweat. Even fogged by alcohol, the memory of that night was better than any of the dreams he’d had about Bill.
Bill’s hair might not have felt like the fire it looked like, but it did feel like silk under his hands while Bill sucked him, and after they collapsed under the covers, drained and sated, Remus curled his fingers in it once more, feeling calm and content for the first time in over a decade.
The next morning they managed another quick fuck, Bill’s thrusts making Remus arch off the bed with their intensity. Afterwards, there were no spoken promises, but both knew if there were an opportunity, they would both welcome a second chance.
Remus left for England shortly before ten, the memory of the night before warming him when he landed in England. He was feeling far more relaxed—if not entirely well-rested. Still, at least he would be able to sleep on the train.