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,@ 2009-05-24 16:29:00 |
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| Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: nimrod_9, kink: sex in water, remus/severus |
Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 24
Author: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): shower sex
Kink(s): shower sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 709
Word count: 709
Warning: Unbeta'd
Perhaps if he did a headstand against the wall, Severus would be curious. Remus then considered flashing the man, but really he'd already seen the goods so it wouldn't be much of a surprise. He couldn't fly around the room without a broomstick, which was apparently Severus' area of expertise. Remus traced his finger over the unconscious man's nose, lovingly; the potion's master always hated that. Check that one off the list. Didn't he try that two days ago? Pace. Pace. Pace some more. It was time to tell another story.
"We woke later that morning in the shack; I like to think I dressed myself. I didn't. You dragged me down to the dungeon and your quarters. Not that I needed any motivation to go there, but I still felt like the floor of the Knight Bus. Having hustled us into your bedroom, you began swiftly removing my clothing and muttering about the state of my threadbare wear. A house elf appeared and waited for you to strip off as well. You placed a lunch order and the dirty clothes were whisked away by the elf."
"You directed me toward the bath. A flick of your wand and the taps were turned on in the shower. You cast a shaving charm on my face, wait that was the day you shaved off my moustache. I remember yelping and being annoyed; I never did thank you for that. I should have. You dropped your pants and herded me into the steam."
"It was warm and heavenly. You started scrubbing at my scalp and thoroughly cleaned every inch of me. There were some parts that wanted more attention, obviously you knew that, but you were gentlemanly and didn't mention or act on it. Then, you washed yourself with the same careful intensity. I was able to watch and I loved it. I know you don't want to hear the 'L' word. You are most definitely in for a rude awakening when you do come around."
"Anyway, I watched. You knew I was watching. I hoped you my gaze looked and felt as smoldering as I was trying to make it. When your cock started to rise, I knew I'd been somewhat successful. When you growled 'Lupin, don't tease!' I wanted to tease you some more, but I didn't. I reached down and stroked my swollen cock, before I turned around, put my hands on the slippery tile and wiggled my arse. When you didn't move or make a sound, I bent over to present myself more fully."
"'Lupin!' that one was a groan. I took one hand off the wall and pulled on my cock again. You said 'Lupin, please', and I said that I should be the one begging. You cast a lubrication spell then, and I wriggled some more. Your hand grasped my hip tightly and I put my other hand back onto the wall. I was ready; you were ready. You slid into me slowly, oh so slowly. Too fucking slowly, I tried to push back. You slapped your hand against my arse before your grabbed hold of my other hipbone. You told me this was at your pace. I whimpered."
"You slid all the way in and pulled back. 'Ready?' you asked. Damned right I was ready. You started at a snails pace and I was clawing at the wall, but you didn't tease. You upped the pace every few strokes. It was perfect. I reached for my cock again, and you smacked my hand holding it against the wall. "Just my cock.' You whispered. I shifted until I found the spot. I wanted to cry out 'There, right there', but I didn't. You were plunging in and out of me hard and so fast; I didn't want to upset the rhythm."
"In another moment I was shaking and creaming the tiles in front of me. You wrapped your arms around my waist and held me tight against you and you emptied your own milky essence into me. I think I fell asleep because I don't remember getting into your bed. Not something I am likely at any time to forget, by the way. A while later we ate lunch and filled your bed with crumbs."