azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-11 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: azure_rosa, kink: sex toys, remus/severus |
All is Fair in Love and War - Day eleven
Title: All is Fair in Love and War
Author/Artist: azure_rosa
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warnings: Sex toys, mention of PTSD
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 1122
day ten
Severus found the plan to be working much better than he’d hoped. He was aroused constantly, but he had been surrounded by people for the better part of an hour and he hadn’t felt anything more than his former antisocial tendencies. The urge to throw himself into a corner so no one could sneak up behind him and attack was dulled enough that he could function, though it remained a dull itch under his skin. One he never expected would fully fade.
He had been thoroughly glad of his condition being well-known when they arrived; it spared him hugs that would have been quite uncomfortable with, especially in his current state. He watched Remus be subjected to multiple hugs with unholy glee knowing full well why his lover stuck his arse out so far for each.
Only a few people were present as they were early despite all their dithering. Harry and Ginny Potter along with their two children were of course there as it was their home, along with Minerva, Poppy, Filius and Hagrid.
Remus had swept off to the other corner of the room where the toddlers were corralled near their proud parents to coo and play with them and Severus was surrounded by people for the first time since the war ended without falling into a panic attack.
It was wonderful.
Severus could talk freely to multiple people whose company he missed for the first time since the war ended. It was like suddenly being able to breathe again after being underwater for too long. He was free.
The method might be more than a little unorthodox, but it worked. Minerva and Poppy had both commented on his vast improvement since the last order party during Christmas when he had taken a tranquility potion and spent the entire evening in a fog. It had done the job and he hadn’t panicked, but it had stripped him of his coherency and left him unable to interact with anyone, negating the whole purpose of the gathering. He didn’t realize it but a small pleased smile occasionally curled his lips, something that was noted with no little shock by most of the people present.
All went well until the chaos that was the Weasley family arrived.
Having the number of people present double suddenly made things more difficult, but still manageable. The dramatically increased noise level gave the disconcerting illusion that even more people were present than were in reality. Severus could feel panic bloom in his chest, making breathing difficult and rational thought even harder.
Luckily, Remus noticed his distress and made something happen to the plug in his arse. It started to move; he could feel it changing shape, growing ribbed in a twisted way almost like two strands of… something woven together. Attention drawn way from his sudden panic, Severus found himself focusing on the odd sensation of actually feeling the plug shift and change in his arse, rubbing against his walls as the strands became intertwined and then unraveling almost like it was deliberately teasing him, trying to force him to react. And react he did.
He had been kept half hard by the plugs mere existence in him and even though he had been standing relatively still he had never forgotten its presence. Now he could not ignore its effect on him; he hardened completely and he wanted to find a quiet corner or room somewhere to savor the feeling of his lover driving him crazy from across the room. He managed to clench his jaw around the urge to make an undignified sound, but almost regretted his effort when he realized how raptly Remus was watching him.
Remus looked every bit the wolf he was once a month; Severus had never seen that expression before, but seeing Remus’ eyes filled with an almost feral hunger made his knees feel weak. A chair, he needed a chair. Then he could support himself without relying on his suddenly unsteady legs and hopefully draw that look from his lover again.
Minerva noticed Severus’ swift increase in tension in response to the increased noise and insisted he go get some air. Deciding that was a good idea, Severus let himself out into the backyard of the old house. There was a bench not far from the door; Severus moved towards it as quickly as he could manage, the plug continuing its disconcerting winding and unwinding as he went, every step rubbing it against his walls.
His distress over the noise was gone, completely obliterated by the combination of the plug and going outside. Deciding to have a bit of a sit anyway, Severus bent only to find that caused the plug to line up with his prostate. Severus shuddered as the odd tapered finger-like things brushed against it almost like Remus did to tease him during preparation. He sat quickly, half hoping, half dreading that would make the tendrils return to their previous movements.
Luckily or not, Severus was not sure, his toy seemed enraptured by its discovery, growing a protrusion that felt like a small mouth, teeth and all, right over his prostate and began to tease him with gentle nips, licks and kisses. Severus didn’t know if he wanted to kill Remus for putting this thing in his arse or exalt him from the roof tops. On one hand, he wanted it to stay in so the delicious torment could continue - and on the other, he wanted it out so Remus would make good on his earlier promise: “… as soon as we get home I can shove you over the desk in the library, pull out the plug that has been driving you insane all day and pound into you.”
Severus groaned as he remembered Remus’ earlier look, oh he was going to get fucked until he couldn’t see straight tonight, his lover was all but salivating for him already. He would have felt more smug about that if he didn’t feel exactly the same way. He would have had his erection freed from his trousers and been wanking if he thought for a moment that someone wouldn’t bother checking on him frequently, but he knew better.
Maybe he could just use the plug? It was a hard bench after all and the plug did have a wide base, if he just shifted and rocked against the bench… Stars exploded behind his eyes as the plug took his thrusting as an invite to mimic him, the little mouth changing into a smooth knob at just the right place so each thrust it gave rubbed strongly against his gland making him cry out in shocked lust.
“Yes! Oh Merlin, right there!”
“Playing without me Severus? Naughty, naughty!”
day twelve