Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-01 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: oral sex, kink: partially clothed sex, kink: public sex, kink: rough sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 1
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): oral sex, of the 69 variety. Also hay.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,565
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"...where the bloody hell am I?"
For reasons that bear neither explanation nor scrutiny, Severus Snape found himself mysteriously transported into a world not his own. A strange, alien world.
"...who is that?"
A world in which his life was narrated, and worse, that he could hear the dulcet southern drawl of his Narrator. A world... of cliché. There is always cliché, in any given genre. The murdering butler of mystery, the pearly-skinned damsel of romance, the Going Down The Creepy Stairs Even Though You Know There's A Deranged Psychopath Somewhere In The House Who Is Most Likely Going To Kill You When You Open The Door of horror. But fortunately, Severus Snape was not in a world of That Sort of cliché.
"Thank Merlin."
Severus Snape was in a world in which he would journey and participate in the clichés of pornography.
"...what. Wait.... participate?! What stupid, addlepated twit thought up this harebrained idea?!"
A world in which his Narrator could, in fact, hear everything he said or thought and controlled the strings of his fate.
"...fuck."
Not quite yet. But soon.
Severus stood on a deserted stretch of highway, glaring. Where he had intended to go and what he intended to do when he got there was of little relevance, as his dilapidated car stood by the roadside, coughing its last. With a sigh, he realized he would have no choice but to either walk or hitch a ride to the next town so he could call a tow truck. He gave the aggravating automobile a final kick to the tires, and then looked up and down the road. It was quite a distance to the next town, if he understood his tattered map correctly, and if he were forced to walk it, he would undoubtedly reach it well after dark.
Thankfully, he could see a car coming over the next rise. Standing beside the steaming car, he stuck out a thumb, praying that whomever was driving would stop.
“Look, you bint, nobody ever stops for hitchhikes. Do you know how damned stupid it is? For all the daft fellow knows, I might be a psychotic murderer and…”
The car began to slow. Even to Severus Snape, who cared very little about Muggle things in general and cars in particular, had to admire this vehicle. It was sleek and black, its wide grill and low-riding body almost threatening. The engine didn’t purr; it growled like a jungle panther on the prowl. From gleaming chrome to what he could see of the scarlet Naugahyde interior, it was a thing of beauty.
This was a 1966 Chevrolet Impala, in midnight black. And it sent shivers of appreciation down his spine.
It slowed and pulled alongside him, the window rolling down so the driver could peek out at him. “Need a lift?”
Severus was most surprised to see none other than Remus Lupin.
“Wh – “
So surprised, in fact, that he couldn’t speak quite yet. This was not the tweedy Remus Lupin he remembered. This Remus Lupin wore a battered leather jacket and jeans that were worn so comfortably they fit all of his curves in just the right places. His hair fell in a wave to his shoulders, and those golden eyes were warm as honey.
“Need a lift?” he asked pleasantly, smiling.
“…ah… yes. Yes I do.” And while Severus was quite surprised at who was driving this beautiful machine, he knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Thus, he climbed into the comfortable, deep-set passenger seat and thanks the fates that it wasn’t someone Much Worse driving the car.
As the car rolled back into motion, Severus glanced at his driving companion. Remus was relaxed, one arm cocked to rest the elbow on the open window while he drove, the other working the gearshift. At that angle, Severus found that a glance at his lap showed the bulging outline of Remus’ cock. He flushed, and jerked his head up to look at the scenery as it went by.
“Where are you heading?” Remus asked pleasantly.
“Hilldale,” Severus managed to say, glancing back and keeping his eyes firmly on Remus’ face. “I’m attending a conference there.”
“That’s a long drive. I’m guessing your poor old jalopy couldn’t make it.” He grinned, and Severus felt heat flaring in the pit of his stomach. “So where do you want me to take you?”
Oh there were several places Remus could take him. None of which involved getting anywhere. He swallowed down the comment, and simply said, “Ah… the next town. I can call a tow truck there and find alternate transportation.”
“Hmmm. The next town isn’t all that far,” Remus said thoughtfully. “Pain in the ass if you’re walking, but not too bad if you’re driving.” Severus noticed suddenly that the car was slowing. “Which means we don’t have too much time.”
“Time for – “ That was as far as Severus got. Because right then, Remus’ big, warm hand was in his lap, fondling his quiescent cock. He gulped, feeling all of the blood rush from his brain. He made a strangled, gurgling sound as Remus eased down his fly and slide past the encumbering trousers. And that was even better, because now Remus’ calloused fingers were wrapping around his length and stroking and oh God but it felt so damned perfect.
Severus groaned, and let his head fall back against the seat. He was conscious of Remus watching him, his eyes lit like sun-touched amber. His strokes were slow but sure, with a twist of his hand whenever he reached Severus’ glans that made his entire body twitch with pleasure. Severus dug his hands into the Naugahyde seats, his hips rocking involuntarily into the firm, perfect grip of Remus’ hand. He bit his lip, trying to strangle the sounds of pleasure that were crowding his throat, even as that coil of heat tightened behind his navel.
Remus worked him in slow, almost teasing strokes, and switched the rhythm once Severus was rigid and leaking in his hands. His hand moved faster, a little rougher, and Severus moaned at the perfect balance of Remus’ grip. Suddenly, his cock twitched and spasmed, spurting over Remus’ fingers as Severus’ orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave. He panted for a moment, the euphoria clouding his brain as he opened his eyes.
His gaze locked with Remus’, just as Remus lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and slowly licked them clean.
“Do you want more?” Remus asked in a dark, low purr.
“Yes… yes…” Severus couldn’t say anything else, not with arousal flaring so hot and sudden after an orgasm. Remus smiled and pulled off the road, parking in a copse of trees that hid them from view. Then, he got out of the car, and Severus scrambled to follow.
Remus suddenly had him pinned against the car, and Severus realized that he had never known how fast the werewolf could move. Remus was kissing him, hard and rough, one hand wound in his hair while the other pulled his hips flush against Remus’ body. He moaned, lust and pleasure overriding all common sense. He felt his trousers fall, followed quickly by his underclothes. He shivered at the touch of cool air against his cock, though he couldn’t really complain at the moment. Not with Remus’ tongue filling and exploring his mouth like that.
“Bend over the hood,” Remus purred darkly, the hand on his hip sliding to grope his ass. Severus made a sound which we won’t call a mewl for the sake of his pride, and did as Remus told him, bracing his arms on the hood and spreading his legs wide.
Remus pressed up behind him, grinding into his ass. A murmured word, and his body was slicked and opened, begging and waiting for Remus’ sweet, slow thrust inside of him. He moaned, pressing back against Remus’ hips, inordinately pleased when Remus gasped, and then growled. He reared back and thrust in, using slow, deep thrusts that would drive Severus mad mad mad. He shifted the angle ever so slightly, until Remus threw his head back and gasped, eyes wide as he found that sweet spot.
“There?” Remus purred, hitting it again.
“Yes! God yes please there!” He had become a mad, babbling idiot in the wake of that electrified shock of pleasure that ran through him. And he was rendered entirely incoherent when Remus began fucking him. Not thrusting, not making love. He was being fucked, a rough hard rutting that was all about lust and heat and a wild, uncontrollable need. He moaned, fingers scrabbling against the warm black hood of the car as Remus pushed him higher and higher and higher.
And then, Remus’ fingers were back around his cock, finding that perfect rhythm… and he was lost.
He vaguely felt the heat of Remus’ emission filling him, the gray fog of pleasure blotting out almost everything. He pillowed his head in his arms, panting as he slowly spiraled down from the bliss of orgasm. He very firmly reminded himself that this was most likely not the Lupin he knew. This Remus Lupin obviously didn’t know him, and was just a simulacrum created by whatever perverted trollop had begun this insanity.
Therefore, he must have imagined the faint, sweet brush of lips against the back of his neck…