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#lmom 2009, author: hpsauce, kink: bad sex, remus/lily, remus/sirius

LMOM#18 - The Irreplaceable Professor Lupin (Part Two)
Title: The Irreplaceable Professor Lupin (Part Two)
Author: hpsauce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Lily, Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): bad sex, bisexuality, (het!)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 2070
Notes: i've never written explicit het before. erm, this is a whole month of firsts for me :) not sure how well it went. i'm still used to having an 'eww het' mentality, personally.



Lily was waiting on the edge of the bed, dressed as smartly as ever. Her back was stiff, formal. Her eyes held some fear as she looked him over. Her fingers twitched where they were folded on her lap.

"We don't have to do this, Lily," Remus said.

"I know," she replied with a smile, "I want to."

She patted the bed beside her but made no move to undress. Remus settled beside her nervously.

He kissed her. Her lips were soft and pliable under his mouth. He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, stroked the pale skin of his neck, cupped her cheeks. She opened her lips with little prompting, allowing his tongue to enter without resistance. Her hands sat, stationary, on his thighs.

When he pulled away, frustrated, she leant with him. Her eyes were hooded, her lips open and wet. She swallowed, her tongue sneaking out to sneak across her lower lip. She blinked, heavy lashes aflutter.

"Kiss back," Remus said.

He leaned forward again and pressed his lips to hers again. She pressed back. Her hands reached up, clinging to his shoulders through her shirt. He stroked her back, pressing her tongue against her lips.

She opened her mouth without protest, sucking on his tongue in a way that was oddly reminiscent of her boyfriend. Her hands clutched him, fingers scrabbling, as she pushed her own tongue against his. He withdrew and she chased.

The bite against his lip, while not too hard, was so sudden that it almost made him jump. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it softly. She gasped against him, her hands reaching up to brush the hairs on the back of his neck.

He allowed his hands to roam downwards, brushing his fingertips against the bare skin between her shirt and her skirt. She shivered against him, her lips pressing against his even harder. Her fingers pulled at the collar of his shirt.

He pulled away and she pulled it over his head quickly, her eyes sweeping his chest. It had been more than a year since he had been with someone who did not already know about his scars. He felt a forgotten feeling of shame rising but she silenced it with a smile. She leaned back, allowing him to pull her own shirt free.

The lace of her bra was surprisingly itchy against his chest as they came together again. He pressed kisses to her throat, behind her ears, to her fine jaw. She breathed softly, her eyes closed, but gave no other indication of her enjoyment.

He rested his hands on her waist. The skin there was soft and sensitive. He stroked it with fleeting caresses. She shivered slightly, he breath coming in small, silent gasps. He leaned forward pressed a kiss to her cheek, loving the play of her breath against his own.

His hands trailed up her back, the pronounced dip of her spine that rose to her shoulders. His fingers lingered over the clasp of her bra. She nodded against his shoulder, red hair tickling his nose. He unclipped it quickly, slipping it from her shoulders.

He breasts were warm against his hands. She whimpered at his touch, though whether from pleasure or from the coldness of his touch he could not tell. He brushed his fingers across her nipples gently. She pressed her head into his shoulder.

He kissed her again, loving the contrasts of her lips, soft and plump against his own. He trailed his lips down her throat before sealing them around her nipple. He stroked his hands across her hips and then her thighs.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it tenderly before sucking with more pressure. She gave a soft moan and he smiled, accidentally catching his teeth against it. Her moan grew louder.

He brushed his hand up her inner thigh, the skin smooth and hairless. He loved the curves of a woman's legs, the silky skin and soft flesh of their thighs especially. Her skin was warm against his questing fingers.

He teased the skin of her upper thigh, loving how her feet twitched on either side of his own. He released her nipple and moved to the other, brushing his tongue against it with slow, purposeful movement. She whimpered impatiently, grasping his hair. He grazed his teeth over her areola and she moaned loudly.

His hand reached slightly higher, running a slow finger between her thighs. She quaked and he smiled, looking up into her eyes. The green had almost disappeared beneath the darkness of her pupil. She pushed herself up without prompting, almost catching her nose with her hip as she struggled to remove her skirt with as little movement as possible.

Skirt removed, she reached down towards her knickers. He stilled her hand with his own, wrapping his large fingers around her delicate wrist. He pressed his lips to her knuckle before setting it back on the bed. His other hand reached between her thighs, rubbing gently along the gusset of her knickers. She gasped as his fingers found the nub of her clitoris, pressing down upon it and stroking it through the fine fabric of her knickers.

He pressed her lips against her throat as he teased her, loving the shifting in her throat as she gasped weakly. He allowed his fingers to slip down, brushing over the dampness spreading across the fabric. Her thighs twitched impatiently. Her fingers twitched at her sides.

He slipped her knickers from her hips, pressing a kiss to each hip as he uncovered them. He stroked each inch of her leg as the fabric passed, the fullness of her thighs, the dip of her knees, the soft curves of her calves. He slipped the knickers from her ankles, stroking back over his path once more.

He rested his hands on her thighs and he leaned forward. He breathed against the sensitive, pink flesh before rasping his tongue over her clitoris. She whimpered, her whole body shivering. He repeated the motion, twisting his tongue over it.

His hands caressed her thighs softly. He lapped in quick movements over her clit as she whimpered, pressing her hips up to get him ever closer. He licked it again, pressing his mouth close, enclosing the nub in warm breath and the wetness of his tongue.

She groaned as he moved his tongue lower, between her lips. He breathed warmly upon the tender, damp flesh before he leaned forward, his tongue pressing inside her. Her thighs shook beneath his hands as he brought his tongue forward, brushing it against the soft, wet walls. She shuddered under him, her breathing coming in loud pants. He pushed his tongue deeper, moving it along in long, slow movements.

She stiffened, every muscle tensing, and gave a weak cry. He hummed, pulling away. He licked the taste of her from his lips with a satisfied smile.

She slumped against the bed, shaking. She opened her eyes and looked down at his jeans, his cock pushing obviously against the fabric.

"Should I?" she asked.

Remus unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, sitting on the edge of the bed. She settled between his spread knees, looking at his cock nervously. She licked her lips and leaned forward.

"Less teeth!" he almost shouted at the first touch of her sharp teeth against his cock. She pulled back, frowning, before leaning forward again. Her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, engulfing him in her wet warmth. She sucked softly, a little too softly, before moving further down his cock.

She set up a slow rhythm, sliding up and down his cock. Her lips were soft and puffy, her tongue heavy against the underside of his aching cock. Her teeth scratched against the tender flesh of his foreskin again and he squeaked.

She hummed around him in what he hoped was an apology. She tried to take him further, but seemed unable to do so. She breathed deeply through her nose, continuing at the same slow and steady rhythm.

"Faster," he urged.

She increased the pace fractionally. He dug his hand into her red hair, trying his best to guide her in a most satisfying rhythm. Her teeth scratched hard and he whimpered, his cock softening despite the warm mouth around it. They scratched again, causing him to moan in pain before he let go of her hair, trying his best to remove his cock with as little damage as possible.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him in confusion.

Remus shook his head. He wasn't quite sure how he could demonstrate giving a blowjob without there being another man present. Sirius wasn't due back for a good few hours and he was loathed to ever invite James back into his bed again.

He patted the bed beside him, smiling invitingly.

"Time for-," he began and then looked away, "let's finish up, eh?"

Lily lay down beside him, staring up at the canopy with nervous eyes. He settled between her thighs, stroking the soft skin between her knees and hips. She relaxed into his touch. He pressed a kiss to her lips as he pushed into her, sucking gently on her lower lip as he sheathed himself inside her.

She whimpers, her hands twisting into the coverlet beneath her. He held himself steady with an arm by her shoulder as he began to move rhythmically. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in weak pants against his cheek. He lowered his other hand, stroking tenderly along the bottom of her stomach, the swell of her hips, remembering the feel of her skin.

He pressed his lips to her throat as brought his hand between their two bodies. He shifted them both, altering the angle until she gave a low groan. She arched towards him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her throat against his mouth, her thighs tight around his hips. He thrust against her, slow and steady, pressing deep.

She came again with a whimper. He pressed his head against her neck, coming within her with a groan. He shivered as he rolled away, scared of squashing her beneath his wait. She rolled towards him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a smile twisting her lips, her eyes hooded.

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"Don't ask," Remus said when Sirius walked into the kitchen, not looking up from the kettle on the stove.

"You're meant to be a judge," Sirius said, "I need to know the verdict."

"I'm sore," Remus moaned, "and I still don't understand why you wanted to whore me out to our friends."

"Sore in a good way?" Sirius asked, frowning. He wrapped his arms around Remus' waist, as if wanting to prove that he was still in their kitchen and not at James' flat.

"No," Remus said, "and you still haven't explained."

"I owe James something," Sirius said, "because he's the reason I've got you."

"I'm the reason you've got me," Remus replied, rolling his eyes.

Sirius smiled and pressed a kiss to Remus' neck, just below his ear. He slid his hands under his shirt, brushing his hands softly across his stomach.

"Was it really that bad?" he asked.

"Yes," Remus said, "worse."

"I thought you'd enjoy it," Sirius muttered into his shoulder.

Remus laughed down at the cup of tea brewing on the side. Sirius pressed closer.

"I thought-," Sirius said, "well, it's just been us for a long time. I didn't want you to-."

"Idiot," Remus muttered, "you're lucky I love you so much or you'd be out on your arse."

Sirius smiled, flushing pink with pleasure. He turned Remus around, pressing him back against the kitchen counter as he kissed him. He started at Remus' pained moan when his hand pressed against his hip.

Remus smiled apologetically and turned back to his cup of tea. Sirius smirked to himself as he stepped back, looking proudly at his Moony.

He really was lucky.