Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-06 15:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: adultery, kink: dirty talk, kink: fingering, kink: rough sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 6
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): fingering, rough sex, dirty talk... I guess... adultery?
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: 1,336
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Severus Snape was a little peeved.
"A little?"
For the sake of full disclosure, it is safe to say he was in a bleeding, frothing rage.
"Better."
He was irritated that he seemed to have no control over the actions of his body. Oh he could see and it was his own thoughts he thought, but his body seemed well in the control of whatever perverse Fate controlled this little universe. And that irritated him, for he liked being in control. That, however, wasn't the reason for this rage.
Remus Lupin seemed forever destined to draw Severus' ire. And this was such the case. His Severus? His Severus indeed. What right had that ragged, tattered, aging werewolf have to call Severus his? The erotic machinations of some unseen force? Their encounters, while exceptionally pleasurable, were fictions. Imagined. And easily forgotten once he was released from this contrivance of plot.
His Narrator, however, is a kind and generous being. As was clearly evident in the martini he was currently drinking. It was smooth and crisp and wonderfully biting as he sipped it. He leaned against the bar, dress pants and shirt crisp and neat. He stood, sipping his perfect martini, watching the dining room.
Remus sat across the room, quietly eating while the others at the table talked. They are loud and obnoxious, laughing wildly at each other's pathetic jokes. The violet-haired harridan pawed at him, jostled him, trying to get him to laugh with them. Remus, however, was quiet, giving them only a slight smile. She wound her arm around his shoulders, planting a much-painted kiss on his cheek.
My Severus, indeed, Severus thought, rage boiling coldly in his belly. But no, this was no chastisement, nor torture his Narrator offered. This... was opportunity.
Severus waited until the waiter brought their meals before he stood, leaving his drink and a hefty tip on the bar. He strolled through the dining room towards the back, where the restrooms were situated. He paused, looking at Remus until the werewolf glanced up... and caught him looking.
Severus smirked, a sly, sensuous curve of his lips, and tipped his head towards the loo. Once inside, he leaned against the far wall... and waited. He knew Remus. He knew the man would make a polite, albeit quiet excuse to leave the table, and make his unhurried way to the restrooms. Severus took out his pocket watch, watching the second hand makes its way around the face twice.
The door opened cautiously, and Remus peeked in. When he saw Severus, he swallowed and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "...Severus... this is unexpected... I don't think..."
Severus pocketed his watch and prowled across the room, watching Remus' eyes widened as he backed against the door. Severus planted his hands on the door, one on either side of Remus' startled face. He leaned in, close enough to smell the lingering traces of aftershave. "Don't think... what?" he crooned, watching the pupil of Remus' eye expand.
"This... is so dangerous..." Remus panted, licking his lips helplessly. "If... if they catch us..."
Severus moved his hand to the bolt, sliding it closed. "I think that's unlikely, don't you?" He smothered Remus' next protest with a hungry, demanding kiss. All Remus could do was moan in response, leaning into the kiss. His arms wound around Severus, his body arching to meet Severus'. Severus roughened the kiss, plundering Remus' mouth and sliding one hand into the silver-flecked hair.
He yanked, pulling Remus' head back by the hair. "Did you think I would forgive you for this?"
"It... isn't what you think..." Remus gasped, his lips swollen and slick.
"Isn't it?" Severus growled, nipping Remus' earlobe. The werewolf moaned and arched again. "Isn't this your engagement party, Lupin?"
Remus swallowed thickly. "I didn't... say yes..."
"She asked you? How progressive," Severus crooned darkly. He nipped and sucked along Remus' throat. "Let me guess... they all assume you will. Because you haven't told them otherwise, have you?"
Remus groaned, kneading Severus' shoulders in desperation. "Severus... please, let me explain..."
With a snarl, Severus pivoted and hurled Remus, pinning the werewolf against the sinks. "Explain?" Severus hissed, glaring. "Explain what? That you're playing lap dog to that harpy so that Potter won't think you're a bleeding pouf?"
Remus swallowed, panting to catch his breath. Severus didn't wait. He spun Remus around, so that the werewolf was bent over the sink, and yanked the werewolf's trousers down. A murmured word and his fingers were slicked with a clear lubricant. He pressed one past the cheeks of Remus' ass and into the crease, teasing at his entrance. Remus moaned, bracing his hands on the sink.
Severus smirked, fingering Remus until his body relaxed to admit a second finger. He pressed further, seeking for that little bump that would make Remus jelly in his hands. He knew he found it, Remus gasped, a shudder rippling down his back. Severus didn't have to reach under the werewolf's belly to know that Remus was hard, the tip glistening with fluid and leaving flecks on his abdomen. Severus knew in the way Remus' hips pushed back against him, in how his legs shifted further apart to give Severus more room.
With a smirk, he pulled Remus' head up, again by his hair. "Look at yourself, Lupin," Severus crooned. He met Remus' eyes in the mirror, and had to admit that the look on Remus' face made his cock leap with anticipation. His pupils were dilated, the amber eyes glassy with lust. His mouth was hanging open, lips still swollen and shiny from their kiss. Flushed cheeks. Panting breath. A sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten.
He fucking wanted.
"Look at yourself," Severus crooned, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of Remus' tight channel. "Ready to spill yourself like some speckle faced, teenage boy and all I've done is finger you. What will happen when I stick it in you, hm? When I've got my cock shoved up your ass?"
Remus moaned, his hips jerking in response. "Severus..." he gasped.
"You want it so badly," Severus purred into his ear, licking it. "You want me buried to the hilt inside of you. Can that girl do this to you? Can she make you feel this way?" He added a third slicked finger, stretching Remus and toying with him all at the same time.
"No!" Remus groaned, pushing his hips back on Severus' fingers, fucking himself on them.
"So eager..." Severus taunted. "You're burning with lust, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes!!" Remus gasped. "Yes, Severus, please...!" He jerked his hips back frantically. "Please..."
With a low snarl, Severus released his cock and sheathed himself inside of Remus. The werewolf cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Severus pistoned his hips, fucking Remus roughly and deeply. He was taking his pleasure, even as Remus was receiving his own. He kept that perfect angle, listening as Remus' moans and cries scaled higher in pitch as he neared orgasm. Reaching under Remus' belly, he closed his hand around the base of the werewolf's cock and squeezed. Remus moaned in frustration, pumping his hips. "Please... please!"
"Can she do this to you?" Severus demanded.
"No... "
"Can anyone else make you feel this way?" He snarled, thrusting deeply again.
"No!" Remus gasped, his eyes and face wild.
Severus leaned in to murmur in his ear. "What does that make you, wolf?" He turned the squeeze into a rough stroking of Remus' cock, feeling the hitch and shudder of the man's body beneath him.
"YOURS!" Remus cried out, hips pumping in a helpless counter rhythm as he came over Severus' fingers. "Severus!"
With a low groan, Severus thrust into the warm grip of Remus' body, filling him with his own emissions. He held Remus from behind, nuzzling his throat in the wake of his pleasure. "Lupin..."
"I'm yours, Severus," Remus murmured, lifting one hand to burry it in Severus' hair. "Always yours..."