All is Fair in Love and War - day thirty
Title: All is Fair in Love and War Author/Artist: azure_rosa Rating: Nc-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus Warnings: kissing, biting, finger fetish, sex out of doors Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Word count [if applicable]: 634
Remus was just playing with his hands while they were both fully dressed and Severus felt like a needy puddle of goo already. It wasn’t fair. His lover hadn’t even done anything overtly sexual to his hands. His fingers had thus far been completely neglected and yet there he sat, incapable of sitting still as Remus licked, kissed, nibbled and sucked his way across his palm and the back of his hand like there was nothing he would rather do than torment his lover thusly.
Severus found himself panting constantly as he was teased; Remus switching from barely perceivable sensation to strong nips and sucks with no warning or discernable pattern. Severus’ free hand was clenched at his side with a handful of his robes for fear of grabbing at Remus’ hair in a painful manner.
Remus gazed at Severus lustily as he drew first Severus’ index and then middle finger into his mouth, nipping the sensitive tips playfully before sucking strongly on the whole. Severus moaned openly at the sensation, the implied promise was clear, but even without it the feeling was enough to make Severus’ blood heat.
Lost in a haze Severus found himself leaning towards his lover unconsciously until he fell forward into Remus’ lap, startling them both. Taking advantage of their sudden closeness, Remus pulled Severus bodily against himself on the blanket, entwining their legs and going in for a kiss.
Severus pulled Remus on top of him eagerly, hoping his lover would take the hint and get on with it already, but Remus would not be rushed. He treated Severus’ neck as he had his hand, drawing quiet moans from his lover before moving on. Frustrated by the many layers his lover cocooned himself in Remus banished Severus’ clothing and then his own, it was a warm night and even if it wasn’t, neither of them would notice the cold for long.
Remus kissed down Severus’ neck to his nipples, pausing to tease both in turn and earning a few pleased gasps for his efforts before trailing his nips and kisses down to Severus’ quivering belly before pulling his lover into his mouth as he had silently promised earlier. Severus reached down helplessly, grabbing Remus’ head and trying to hold him there without choking him. Remus allowed it for a time before pulling away with a tender goodbye kiss to the head of Severus’ shaft.
Severus thrust and made a sound of protest at Remus’ perceived abandonment, but only moments later he returned, hand slicked to stretch his opening. Severus canted his hips to help, allowing Remus a better angle as he worked. Remus took advantage of Severus’ distraction to recapture his lover’s hand and suck on his fingers as he finished preparing him.
Soon they were both ready, Remus drew Severus’ legs over his shoulders and slowly sinks in, reveling in his lover and the sounds and smells of the yard at night. The lethargy doesn’t last, both are far too eager for the other to maintain that polite fiction for long. Severus pulls at Remus with his legs, trying to force him to go faster and deeper, moaning and crying out for more as Remus tries to rein himself in enough that he doesn’t lose control entirely.
Each entreaty, each thrust, each moan seem calculated to tear the last bit of his control from him. Severus is an enticing danger, calling him to dance on the knife edge of his nature with him. At moments like this Remus wonders why he fights so hard against himself when he knows Severus loves him despite the wolf he becomes monthly. As they come his mind returns to the list Severus gave him, specifically the item that had bothered him most. Maybe Severus even loves him because of the wolf.