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LMoM: Tried and True, 9
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): it's kinda vanilla... >.>
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: 872

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Severus Snape was not in the mood for sex.

...neither was he in the mood for witty banter with his Narrator.

"Do shut up. You give me a headache."

The easy canter of the Andalusia gelding was smooth as satin, and Severus found the movement relaxing. The hills surrounding the estate were green and cool, but still they offered him little solace from his melancholy. With a sigh, he urged the beautiful horse home, where a stall with oats and clean straw was waiting for him. And while the gelding received these creature comforts, Severus very much doubted he'd receive anything resembling such comfort for himself.

"Bugger all, you harpy, I am not so pathetic as that!"

Severus guided the horse into the stable, where his trusted stable boy was waiting. "You gave him a good ride, milord," Remus Lupin murmured, taking the beast's halter while Severus dismounted.

"Yes, well," Severus pulled off his gloves, smacking them against his thigh, "I doubt I'll be able to take him out again for a good bit." He watched as Remus efficiently put the tack away and gave the horse a good rubdown.

"Why's that, milord?" Remus asked. He smiled as the Andalusia leaned into the brushing.

"I'm to be married."

It was odd to see Remus freeze that way, the smooth, easy brush faltering. "...oh. I see." Remus was quiet for a moment, resuming his work. "...well, it's to be expected of a man of your station, I suppose."

Severus snorted. "I'd rather like to select the woman," he drawled. "But it seems even that bit of control is denied me."

Remus smiled, putting the gelding into his stall. "My mother always said you can't have any say in what tomorrow may bring, but if Today gives you a gift, it's best to enjoy it."

Severus smiled thinly. "I've become so used to planning everything, I've no idea how to enjoy the moment."

Remus turned to him, and stepped closer. Gently, he carded his fingers through Severus' hair, and like the gelding, Severus leaned into the touch. "Let me teach you how," he murmured. With that, he pulled Severus into a deep, slow, drugging kiss. With a soft sound of approval, Severus returned the kiss, letting his eyes close to focus on the feel, the taste of Remus.

Gently, Remus guided him into the Tack Room, kissing and caressing as they walked. There was no rush, no frantic pace. Remus took his time, savoring each moment. And Severus had to admit, there was an appeal to that. To the way Remus' tongue slowly danced with his own, sliding from one mouth to another. Remus' hands mapped the contours of his body, sliding away clothing until Severus was completely bare. Hesitantly, Severus reciprocated, letting his long fingers trail along Remus sides and chest and shoulders, leaving their clothing in a pile.

He stared, taking in the wide shoulders, the dusting of soft hair on Remus' chest. Remus smiled at him, and then kissed him again, wrapping his arms around Severus. Their bodies fit together so perfectly... it was almost frightening. "Don't think," Remus murmured softly. "Just feel."

Using saddle blankets and their own clothes, Remus made a bit of a nest, and then lowered Severus down in the middle of it. Severus was surrounded by the smell of leather soap and wool, and the faintest hint of male sweat. Remus settled again, kissing him and letting his hands wander. Severus sighed, finding his body relaxing into a lazy sort of arousal. His cock stirred slowly, like a serpent still sleepy from hibernation. Remus encouraged it with a slight caress. When he was fully hard, Remus bobbed down and took the shaft into his mouth. Languidly sucking, he hummed around Severus' cock and sent little trills of pleasure to his lover's brain.

Severus was quite content to let Remus take the reigns this time. He threaded his hands into Remus' hair, not pushing... simply letting the thick, luscious strands slide through his fingers. When Remus' slick finger began to breach and stretch him, Severus felt his bones melt. He hummed in pleasure, letting his legs slide apart to give Remus more room.

Remus lifted his head, settling between Severus' wide opened legs and pushing himself in. He rocked a little, sliding forward to wind his fingers with Severus'. Severus moaned softly, letting his head fall back against their nest of clothing as Remus rocked into him. It seemed to stretch on forever... no rush... no hurry... just one slow, sweet thrust after another sending him spiraling into a sea of pleasure.

His orgasm came like the waves of the ocean; small ripples at first and then growing to deep, rolling shudders of pleasure. Severus moaned, squeezing Remus' hands, and feeling them squeeze in return. He could feel Remus' own climax telegraphed in the warmth between his legs and the deep thrust that he just held and held and held... Remus collapsed against him, panting, peppering his face with tiny kisses. Severus felt lazy and sated and warm, drifting into a sweet sleep.

"Is any of this real?" he murmured drowsily.

Remus brushed a kiss against his ear. "It's as real as you want it to be."