Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-16 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: fingering, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 16
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... does massage count? :D I know a gooey Severus ought to.
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: 1,001
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Severus Snape had never liked sports.
"With good reason... ow..."
Mostly he had never liked them because he was abysmal at the only game the Wizarding World cared about. Quidditch and he were anathema, one canceling out the other, and Severus loathed it entirely. There were only a few Muggle sports he even remotely knew anything about. Football, for one, though that was mostly watching attractive men get sweaty and run around in short shorts. Track and field... swimming... there seemed to be a pattern.
"...thank you for painting me as a lecherous pouf, and a shallow one at that. Ugh..."
Unfortunately, he had not been playing any of the sports he even remotely liked. No, his Narrator, it seems, was getting a little revenge. For Severus... had been playing Rugby, and was wondering what sadistic fiend had thought the blasted game up.
"I'm betting the French."
Severus limped into the showers, the exultant and victorious shenanigans of his teammates lost upon him. He, for some reason, had been the target of no less than three mighty bruisers, and had ended up beneath at least four different dog piles. Resulting in a muddied, battered, and sore body. While the others goaded and horsed about, Severus went to a quite corner of the shower and stood under the steaming hot spray. The water sluiced over his body, stinging in places where the skin was abraded. The muck and grass washed away, and Severus ducked his head, trying to find an angle that would let the water ease the tight muscles of his neck and back.
He groaned, feeling his calves tense up and his feet protest loudly that they were still being put to use. That was when he felt two warm, solid hands slide up his back. Severus really shouldn't have been surprised to see a wet, mussed Remus Lupin behind him, but he was a trifle surprised when Remus gently pulled him out of the shower towards a more secluded part of the locker room.
Remus said nothing, merely coaxing Severus to lie face down on a padded table that came to about their wastes. It took a bit of grunting and hefting to get himself up there, but he managed it, letting his body settle into a comfortable position. He sighed, pillowing his head in his arms.
He jumped a little when Remus' hands touched the skin of his back, then relaxed. Remus' hands were warm and slicked with some sort of oil that seeped down into the muscle. After Severus' entire back was covered, Remus started working at his neck... and Severus practically melted in relief. Remus deftly found each knot and gnarl, coaxing it to loosen and then relax into jelly. He worked down the spine, soothing the abused muscles there just as easily. Severus felt his body relax into near-bonelessness, especially as Remus administered to his aching thighs and calves. By the time Remus worked over his feet, he was a purring ball of goo.
Remus' hands slid slowly back up his legs, lingering at the back of the knee and the inner thigh in the faintest whisper of a caress. Severus hummed, letting his legs slide open, not caring in the slightest that he was nude and Remus could no doubt see everything... including that he was half hard already.
Remus smoothed a hand over his backside, and then gingerly pressed an oil-slicked finger into his entrance. Severus moaned, letting his eyes drift closed as Remus slowly, so very slowly, pumped his finger in and out of Severus' channel. Severus wasn't even conscious of his hips lifting just a little, inviting Remus in deeper.
It was so easy to coax Severus open, as relaxed and pliant as he was. Remus pressed kisses along his back, mouthing at the dip of his spine just above his buttocks. When he was ready, Remus tugged Severus' hips down the bed, until his legs hung over the side, feet barely touching the ground. Severus purred softly when he felt the blunt head of Remus' cock press against his body, sliding in with little resistance. He heard Remus moan above him, a breathy "Severus..." that sent shivers down his spine.
Remus moved in deep, slow, even strokes that made Severus' toes curl. Remus had hold of his hips, and Severus just rocked with each sweet, hot thrust into his body. The weight of his body against the table created the barest hint of friction; just enough to let his arousal slowly coil tighter. He hissed out Remus' name, using his arms to press back against his lover's body.
He didn't consider for a moment the ramifications of calling Remus his lover... not when his body was practically singing with pleasure.
Remus groaned, bending to press deeper with each thrust. "Gods... Severus... I want..." He lost his voice, but simply reached under Severus' hips, worming his hand to wrap around Severus' cock. Each thrust of his hips sent Severus' cock sliding against his hand, the fingers tightening and releasing in the most perfect pattern. Severus moaned, letting Remus take him... letting Remus push him into that place where his pleasure broke over his body like a wave. It rolled on and on and on, over him and through him and around him to crash against Remus, who cried out as he arched into Severus to spill his own release.
Severus felt the warm weight of Remus body against his back, heard the soft, wet exhalations of his panting. He turned his head, without truly considering what he was doing, and caught Remus' mouth in a lazy, sated kiss. Remus returned it, humming in pleasure before holding Severus tightly. "Why can't it be this way always?" he murmured.
"Because all dreams must end," Severus murmured back. "And all dreamers wake... and you won't love me in the waking world."
Remus looked at him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes. "That part of the story is not yet written."