nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-20 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: nimrod_9, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus |
LMOM '11 Day 20 Remus/Severus NC-17
Title: Not Exactly Cluedo or Remus Lupin with the Sorting Hat in the Headmaster's Office
Author/Artist: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus mentions of Severus
Kink(s): wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 757
Warming: Unbeta'd.
A/N: When Fridays go to hell, you look to wankfest for help. Congrats to everyone who has made it two-thirds of the way through!!
It had seemed like a grand scheme at the time. Remus rubbed his wrists; he'd finally managed to wriggle free of his bonds. Albus was gone for the weekend and they had thought it would be great fun to take some time and play in his office. He had dressed in his best leather outfit: tiny shorts and some completely useless chest straps. Severus had tied his arms to a chair and teased him within an inch of his life. He'd never thought he would see leather rip, but it had to have been close. Relief was close at hand, everything had tightened as he strained toward orgasm. And then Minerva's owl arrived.
She had requested Severus' immediate assistance with a Gryffindor/Slytherin problem that involved vats of gelatin, clotted cream and a bin full of acid pops that only a Friday night could bring. He'd left Remus tied up, wandless and with a hard-on that could pound nails. Once free, Remus had tried the door and the one secret passage he knew about, but Severus had apparently made certain that no one could get in, or in his case out. His prick rubbed against the leather of his shorts; he felt like taking them off and humping them. The clock crawled as he watched it intently.
With every movement, his cock and balls reminded him of what they-he wanted. Another twenty minutes ticked by. He could just wank. That was brilliant. He could just wank and when Severus came back they could begin their scenario over again. His eyes scanned the room for something to clean up, what undoubtedly would be a huge mess; being wandless did have its' disadvantages. There were no pillows, handkerchiefs, scarves, box of lost and found jumpers, nothing. Alright, a vessel then. He checked the drawers, no inkwells; ok that would have been a lucky shot at best. No empty vases, ashtrays, the pensieve was out of the question since he didn't know what kind of disaster that would cause. If only he were in Severus' office with all its lovely test tubes, vials and jars.
He scanned the office again and then it struck him, words from a Muggle as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat. A nice soft container perfectly shaped. He slid the ladder over and pulled it down off its' high shelve.
"You're not Dumbledore! I don't even believe it is September."
"You would be correct on all counts. I am just taking you out to shake the cobwebs off a bit." Remus replied. He set the hat down on the sofa and shimmed out of his leather. Merlin, it felt good. He settled onto the sofa, pushing the brim of the hat under his balls and thighs.
"HEY! What is going on here? You are not dusting me!" The hat squawked.
"Quiet or I'll hex you so you can never talk again."
"Hrmph. Bloody Gryffindors."
Remus settled back, only Albus would have a silk sofa in an office; it felt fantastic against his arse and back. He stroked his prick slowly, but it didn't take much to bring it back to full attention again. Oh yeah. His fingers crept up to one nipple and squeezed; his hips rocked his prick into his hand. This was good, so good. He toyed with both nipples alternately for a moment and then let his hand slide back down his chest. Severus had teased his prick, nipples and neck mercilessly, but had neglected his balls. He gave them a gentle roll and moaned.
His fingers taunted his balls and the hand on his cock sped up. Soon, he was panting. His arousal spiked and he tugged at his sack to pull it away from his body. It didn't work, he'd gone too far; he pointed his cock into the Sorting hat and came. His howl startled Fawkes into a curiously pitched trill. He watched long white streaks settles against the black material inside; they disappeared almost as soon as they hit. When he was finally empty he lay back boneless against the sofa. A few minutes later his quiet, sated respite was interrupted.
"Are we quite finished?" The Hat asked.
Remus forced himself upright and he retrieved the hat from underneath himself. He was standing on the ladder, bare arse facing the door replacing the hat when he heard a dark silky voice.
"I imagine I do not what to know what is going on here, but I am quite certain that someone needs to be punished." Severus drawled.