nimrod_9 (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nimrod_9) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pervy_werewolf,@ 2009-05-18 16:18:00 |
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| Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: nimrod_9, kink: ice play, remus/severus |
Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 18
Author: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): ice play
Author: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): ice play
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 792
Word count: 792
Warning: Unbeta'd
Remus arched his back and rolled his shoulders before he continued. “Merlin, Severus you were angry that next day. As it turned out it was both anger and embarrassment. You were in my classroom after second period. The door slammed, and you were casting spells and striding toward me. I probably should have been more nervous, but you looked full of passion and positively incredible, and I let myself wallow in that for a moment.”
“You hissed ‘Lupin, what the hell did you do?’ ‘Nothing.’ I replied. ‘Liar, what was it a potion, poultice, spell, a charm perhaps?’ I told you I had no idea what you were talking about. Your eyes flared, you grabbed my hand and shoved it under your coat to rest on your swollen erection. I still wasn’t certain how that was my fault. ‘That is not nothing!’ you told me in your best imperious tone. I reassured you it was rather impressive, but didn’t understand how I was to blame. Although, I was willing to be involved. ‘You did something last night while I was under the influence.’ The anger was evident in your voice again.”
“’Severus, you kissed me, I made certain you ate and I tucked you into bed. There was no magic, potions or otherwise. Perhaps you should try wanking.” It had seemed like a reasonable response to your accusation. ‘I have tried wanking, twice this morning. That works for about ten minutes and then I am back to this again. Obviously, you did something.’ Your voice told me exactly what an idiot I was. I wondered aloud if perhaps your body was just responding to the smoking stimulus the same way it did as when you were a teenager. Smells can be one of memories greatest triggers.”
“You looked surprised and thoughtful. There was a knock at my door. I told you Harry was supposed to meet with me; I asked you to let me get rid of him. I heard you whisper ‘permanently’. It didn’t bother to explain all the Voldemort implications of that statement. Harry was sorted out, and when I turned around you were leaning against the desk looking uncomfortable. I asked what you thought of my theory. You responded ‘How the hell would I know? I wanked all the damned time.’ My suggestion then was for you to do something sexual that you hadn’t done in your teen years.”
“By this time you were clenching for fists, I imagined in an effort not to grab yourself. You weren’t going to ask for help, so I decided I would do it anyway. I told you to get up against the wall. You told me not to go all alpha wolf. I growled. You were up off the desk in a thrice with your back against the wall. I told you to strip; you balked. I unbuttoned everything with a wave of my wand. You didn’t know I knew that trick. I had some ice that I was using for a demonstration on my desk; I popped a piece in my mouth.”
“You were squirming against the wall. I ran the ice over your lips, down your throat and over you collarbone. You shivered. I moved my lips and the ice over your breastbone before detouring to one of you nipples. The ice slipped across the left one effortlessly. You gasped and you nipple peaked. I tried that over and over. You humped at my hipbone. I moved to the other side and you groaned. I brought the other nipple to hardness. I moved farther down, tracing each of your hipbones and finally dipping into your navel. Your cock bobbed pressing the underside of my chin.’
“When I pulled down you pants. You sounded as if you couldn’t catch your breath. I dropped the ice into my hand, and sucked your cock into my cold mouth. You started repeating fuck and oh fuck over and over. I alternated sucking you, and then sucking the ice to keep my mouth chilled. Your fingers pulled painfully at my hair. I did that until my jaw was sore; I didn’t want it to end, but your legs had begun to shake violently.”
“The ice never actually made its way inside you, but as I slid it behind your balls and up your cleft; you roared and shot pulse after creamy pulse down my throat. You sagged against the wall; I quickly dried you and did up your clothes, before guiding you to a chair. After a few minutes you spoke. ‘No magic of any kind?’ ‘Sorry, Severus but no.’ I replied. ‘Lupin, I do not believe I can walk.’ I burst out laughing and a tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.”