LMOM 2011: Day 16
Title: Merry Month, Moony! Reloaded Author/Artist: KateKintail Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Sirius implied, Remus/self Kinks: Masturbating 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. Notes: This is a tribute to my LMOM 2006 project, a month of mandated wanking for our favorite werewolf
There were no two ways about it: Sirius Black was a complete and utter bastard. Okay, so maybe he had something here in this idea of making Remus wank every day. Remus had to admit to himself he liked it, even if he wasn’t ready to admit it to his boyfriend. But withholding sex for an entire month was just plain cruel. No matter how much wanking he did, he still wanted so be with Sirius. Why couldn’t he have both?
Remus, who lay on his back, noticed the tent in his trousers. He wasn’t surprised to see it. He was intimately acquainted with his erection now. His cock really was his and only his. And when his body told him in no uncertain terms what it wanted, he was getting better at listening.
Remus reached a hand down and plunged it into his pants. “You want to come out and play?” he whispered to his cock. “All right then. How do you want to play this time? Do you want a toy? Do you want me to hold you? Do you want inside something? Or do you want… do you want to feel something stiff and firm?” The answer came to him the moment the whisper left his lips. “Oh Merlin…” He couldn’t get out of his trousers fast enough. He pushed and struggled and shoved them down and off. Then he hopped off the bed.
His first thought had been to James’ broom—something hard and long that he could rub his prick against. His second thought was his bedpost. The second he pressed his front against the post of his bed, feeling the hard wood through his briefs, he knew it was the right choice. The tingles shooting through him were almost good enough to make him cream his pants right there. He bent his knees and rubbed, feeling the pressure against the entire length of his cock the whole time. He felt his cock throb, head pulsing. His pelvis thrust involuntarily and he hugged the bedpost tightly, pressing harder and harder.
Suddenly, he realized the thin layer of cloth was too much to have. He pulled back and kicked off his briefs. He couldn’t even make it to the bed. He flopped down on the rug beside his four poster bed and took his cock in hand.
The wank was simple but efficient, fisting his cock until his toes curled and back arched. He bit back a cry as he came, spunk spilling warm onto his chest.