katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-15 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #art, #lmom 2011, artist: katekintail, author: katekintail, kink: spanking, remus/neville |
LMOM 2011: Day 15
Title: Dynamics
Author/Artist: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Neville
Kinks: Spanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Disclaimer: This work is not endorsed by JKR, the WB, Scholastic, the LEGO Group, or anyone else, for that matter. It's just for fun and no money is being made.
While most of the school was at dinner, Remus headed out of the castle. He passed Lily and Albus along the way and nodded hello to them, though they were absorbed in their own discussion and didn’t notice him. Remus headed straight for the greenhouses, trying one after the other until he found the one Professor Neville Longbottom was in.
“Hello, Professor,” Neville said, flushing slightly in a room that was hotter than normal already, because of the glass skylights and the plants kept warm inside. “What a surprise to see you here.”
“Indeed,” Remus agreed, though they were both lying. This had been not only arranged ahead of time but scheduled weeks in advance. Remus was through with spontaneous lovers; that sort of relationship never worked out for Remus and always caused more harm than good. Likewise, Neville liked to know exactly what was expected of him and when it was expected.
Neville locked the door of the greenhouse and Remus grabbed him. Remus spun Neville right there in the classroom, among the plants and unfinished lessons. “I want you, Nev.” He breathed hotly on Neville’s neck. Neville stuck his wand in a flower pot and they both removed their cloaks right then and there. Neville shoved Remus up against the leafy dwarf tree growing in the center of the greenhouse, kissing him madly. Remus pushed back, tumbling with Neville to the floor, upon which dirt, leaves, and gardening tools were scattered, though neither of them cared. They kissed and rolled and, eventually, Remus found himself with his pants off.
The leaves felt rough and cool against his cock. If it weren’t for Neville there, Remus might have had to work to maintain an erection. As it was, he had to work to not lose it all over the leaves already. He turned his head to get a look at Neville, who was picking up a small, leafy branch that had broken off the tree some time before.
“You know,” Neville said, circling Remus then teasing the bare arse in front of him with the leaves. “I think it’s terribly naughty of you to disturb me here in my classroom… again. I thought we’d been through this, Remus.”
Remus stretched his arms out and raised his arse slightly, feeling the slap of the branch against his skin. He closed his eyes. “We agreed this was a better arrangement than my office. We wouldn’t be able to fit comfortably in my wardrobe.” Another slap against his arse made him jump. The soft sting of warmth was reassuring. He’d never been able to explain to any of his lovers exactly why he liked being spanked, taken down, embraced as a sub. And perhaps it was strange that it was a former student who finally seemed to understand this dance of power, thrill, and submission that caused such wonderful endorphins to rush through his body.
Neville applied the spankings with an expert hand, careful to use just enough pressure to make Remus submit and hum but not break. “This should teach you to keep me from dinner—again. You’re like one of my plants. You’re so needy and helpless, aren’t you?”
Remus whimpered as the branch hit a spot of his arse that had been hit before and the warmth turned to a sharp burn instead. He wanted to cry out and tell Neville that was enough, but he didn’t need to.
Somehow, Neville could tell just what Remus needed. He set the branch down and collapsed beside the man. They rolled together in the leaves, kissing. Remus yelped involuntarily through the kiss as his flaming arse hit the floor. He rolled them still, until Neville was on the bottom and he was on the top. “So far you’ve remembered everything from our last lesson together,” Remus murmured, kissing Neville’s neck and chin. “Let’s see if you remember the rest.” From the feeling of the hard cock pressing through Neville’s black slacks against Remus’ bare thigh, Remus was fairly certain Neville would perform admirably once again.
“You know, you were the first professor to ever have faith in my abilities.”
“And now you’re a professor as well.” His body hummed from the spanking still, a gentle tingling reassurance that he belonged right here in this man’s arms.
“Maybe, but you still have lots you can teach me.” Neville’s back arched as he ground his cock against Remus’ leg.