nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-04 15:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: nimrod_9, kink: frottage, remus/severus |
LMOM 11 Day 4 Blackberries in October- Remus/Severus- NC-17
Title: Blackberries in October
Author/Artist: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): frottage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 866
Warming: Unbeta'd.
Remus knocked on the doorframe before he entered Severus' office.
"Lupin, I am busy."
Remus smilled. "I can see that. I brought you something."
"Along with one of your salacious propositions no doubt."
"Ah, yes asking you to tea was quite lascivious." Remus grinned and held out a small, multicoloured glass vessel slightly larger than a snitch.
Severus rolled his eyes. "It is not tea with me that you are after."
Remus' eyes grew large. "What could you possibly mean?"
"Sex! It is a plain as the fur on your paws."
"Do you consider every invitation to tea and invitation for sex? So you and Albus…."
"Lupin! That is ridiculous." Severus scowled.
"Oh, so Minvera is more to your taste. I know you had tea with her last week."
Severus pounded his fist on his desk. "I never! She's a woman for Merlin's sake."
"I see, so when one asks another man to tea it's a code word for sex. Sorry, Severus I was unfamiliar with that terminology; I'm apparently a little rusty on current gay slang." Remus paused. "Does it apply to any other three letter words?"
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was only indicating that you were not merely interested in tea. You speak in double entendres whenever you can manage; at every meal you have licked your lips, your flatware and your fingers, you moan as you eat every dram of pudding.
"Nice of you to notice." Remus smirked.
"I was not noticing; I was being annoyed."
"Ah, and that is why you always are adjusting yourself in your trousers."
Severus' eye grew big as saucers. "I have not! The serviettes we use simply slip off my trouser leg."
Remus chuckled. "I have excellent hearing Severus. The sound of a linen napkin against wool trousers is completely different than wool against cotton against skin."
Severus hissed.
"Come over here and see what I have brought you."
"Just hand it over, Lupin." Severus held out his hand.
"No, come around the desk and have a look. The light is better here."
"Don't be juvenile. If you are giving to me, pass it over."
"Afraid to get up are we? You don't want me to see that you are aroused?" Remus baited.
"I most certainly and not afraid nor aroused!" Severus stood swiftly and then doubled over.
"Are you alright, Severus?"
"Fine." Severus gritted out. "My trouser leg simply got caught on the chair.
"Or your cock got wedged between your zip and your inseam."
"Lupin!" Severus growled. He straightened his waistcoat and stepped around the desk. "What is it you have there?"
Remus opened the glass jar. "Five perfect white blackberries."
"Of course, right after the devil has claimed them."
"Do you hold with the story of Old Michaelmas Day and the devil? I'll have you know the leaves didn't look as if they'd been pissed on by one much less the devil."
Severus stared into the bowl. "You didn't touch them, or bruise them did you?"
"No."
"They are quite rare. Thank you." Severus set the bowl down on the desk.
"So will you join me for tea?"
"Lupin, that question has been asked and answered."
Remus shook his head. "It has been asked, but it has not been answered." Then he moved with the speed the werewolf blessed him with. Severus was pinned against the desk and Remus rocked their hips together. "Not hard, hmmmm. Caught your trousers on the chair. You're so hard you probably almost broke it off when you stood so swiftly.
Severus stood frozen.
"You should treat yourself better." Remus crooned as he continued to rock. Severus' fingers gripped the edge of the desk; he did not try to push Remus away. After a few minutes, Remus reached into his pants to straighten himself out and cautiously he reached for Severus' waistband. His hand slipped in easily right next to the pointy hipbone. When his hand reached the other man's cock, he heard a deep guttural groan. His fingers flexed and carefully drew the cock upright, and gave a few quick pulls before removing his hand.
Severus eyes were nearly closed as Remus thrust against him. Their cocks bumped along each other in the most perfect way. Remus' hands found their way to Severus' taut arse and with every few stroked he pulled them closer and closer together. Suddenly, Severus came alive; he ground his hips against Remus' hard. Their hips humped together in a frantic pace. Remus pushed his fingers into Severus' crack.
A painful sounding groan came from Severus' as his orgasm flooded through him. Remus attempted to be gentle, but Severus' damp heat sent him over the edge as he crushed them together. They stood still, pressed against each other for long minutes. Remus, finally, released Severus' arse and moved his hand between them. Cleaning and drying charms were, most definitely, in order as he felt the wet, sticky evidence of their encounter. He murmured the spells.
Remus kissed the end of Severus' nose; the Potion's Master looked startled. He then pried the thin, stained fingers from the desk's edge and kissed them one by one. "Thank you, Severus. About that tea…."