|azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in pervy_werewolf,|
@ 2011-05-19 16:02:00
|Entry tags:||#lmom 2011, author: azure_rosa, kink: dirty talk, kink: spanking, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus|
All is Fair in Love and War - day nineteen
Title: All is Fair in Love and War
Warnings: sex and spanking, dirty talk (sort of), wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 594
The first strike stung a bit, but he had expected that. The heat that followed though, that was even better than he had imagined. The blow seemed to travel straight to his prick, making it jerk and leak against the desk he was sprawled upon. Glorious. He wasn’t going to survive fifteen such spanks, he’d come for sure.
Another strike followed, this time lower and on his left cheek. “I didn’t hear you count, Remus.”
He opened his mouth to say ‘two’, but it sounded more like a hungry moan, even to himself.
“Oh no, dear Remus, that was merely a reminder,” Severus purred, “you still have fourteen strikes to go.”
And so it continued, a strike followed by a cry of pleasure turned into a number only to be repeated, again and again and again… Each blow making his arse redder and more tender, yet making him even more eager for the next. Remus tried in vain to hide the arousal in his voice at first, before he realized that was beyond stupid as Severus could see how this affected him.
Only five blows in and Remus was trying to surreptitiously frot against the desk below, he was already beyond wet and leaking and on to panting roughly between strikes, waiting, hoping for the next that might, just might, be enough to let him come.
Severus knew what he was doing however, and each time Remus began to stimulate himself he would snarl, “not now you impatient creature, I’ve not finished with you yet!” and refuse to continue until Remus managed to stop again with a whimper.
Ten blows in and Remus’ legs were trembling with the effort of not thrusting either back into the blows or forward against the massive oaken desk. His lover was doing everything to keep him on the edge. Severus spaced and placed the blows randomly, whispering praise and dirty promises in Remus’ ears as he stroked the enflamed flesh gently between blows, stretching out the pauses between expertly.
“After all,” Severus whispered hotly into his whimpering lover’s ear, “it wouldn’t do to have you come too soon and not get to enjoy this properly, now would it?”
“Just five more Remus, then I think you have earned your reward after all.”
The final five were wonderful and horrible at once. They felt exquisite, falling on his already flushed and tender backside making them feel even better than those before. They hurt, but it was a slow burn that seemed to settle unerringly in his balls until he thought if he didn’t come he would die. They were horrible because each strike signaled one less to lean back into, one less to make him cry out in an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure he had never felt before, one less time Severus would make that bitten off moan as he watched him flail under his hand, desperate for anything, just a bit more of anything at all…
“Now Remus, now you may touch yourself,” Severus said, his voice rough with lust when only two remained to be counted.
Remus didn’t need to be told twice.
He’d only stoked himself four times when, just as he was finishing the fourth upstroke, Severus struck, propelling him harder and faster into his own hand and drawing a shocked cry of desire from him and an answering moan from Severus. Propelled onward Remus stoked himself harder and faster eagerly and just as he felt himself about to come the final blow fell, toppling him over the edge into darkness.