Rebel Prince (allhisengines) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: allhisengines, kink: spanking, remus/sirius |
LMoM Day 2- Requirements
Title: LMoM 2- Requirements
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Spanking
Challenge: LMoM
Word Count: 677
Notes:
The summer after the War was full of relief and freedom. Remus knew the quiet of Grimmauld Place was too good to last, but he clung tenaciously to hope; it had gotten them this far, after all. But the minute Sirius discovered their Map had survived he insisted on taking a trip back to Hogwarts for a nostalgic tour. The students of Hogwarts had been offered a voluntary summer term to catch up on studies they may have missed or neglected during the previous year and Remus figured that a visit with Harry and his friends would not be amiss.
Sirius would point out later that Remus really should have known better when Sirius checked the Map, found that lessons were in session and suggested a trip to the fifth floor. “For old times, sake,” he said.
Painted just like their old dorm, the Room of Requirement was clearly savvy to Sirius’ plans. The details were incredible, down to the last old sock spell-tacked to the ceiling. Not a moment after Remus’ nostalgia settled in, Sirius tackled him to Remus’ old bed as if they were still in their teens and skiving Potions. Remus choked on his requisite protests when the bedclothes slithered around his wrists and a quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that Sirius’ clothes as well as his had both been Banished.
Sirius began kissing up his spine to his neck and Remus’ memory supplied unseen details of the Room. He remembered a lazy spring Sunday when James and Peter were stalking poor Lily that Sirius had announced he had an Idea. Sirius’ Ideas up to that point had been either terribly dangerous or terribly arousing and Remus shivered with anticipation when Sirius dragged his teeth over his left buttock before commencing a dig under the bed. Remus stretched his hand into the second pillow case to retrieve the lube he knew was there.
A moment later and he was being stretched with two wet fingers as Sirius ground his cock against his arse.
“You want this don’t you, Moony,” he said with a harsh twist of his fingers and Remus could only nod furiously in response. Sirius withdrew his fingers and picked up the small paddle with three holes he had retrieved from underneath the bed. He traced the ridges of it along Remus’ crack and ran his palm over his left cheek.
“Uh uh. What do you say, Moony?” Remus could hear Sirius’ grin. He took a deep breath before responding.
“Please, sir.”
He never registered the whistle of the paddle coming down before pain bloomed over his arse and he had to suck in air through his teeth. A count to ten and another smack was visited upon him. The next count was nine and by the time the blows were being delivered at one second intervals, Remus was arching to meet the blows and whining for Sirius to fuck him.
Remus heard a thump to his left and figured it was the paddled soaring to its new resting place. A small rearranging of limbs and he keened as Sirius pressed his cock against his arsehole and slammed in to the hilt.
The next moments were full of pleas of harder, faster before Remus felt long fingers wrap around him and the ringing in his ears turned to white noise as his hips snapped forward, come spurting against the bedspread. He felt Sirius’ weight settle on his back and harsh puffs of air were cooling the sweat on his neck.
There was a time when Sirius wouldn’t have been able to handle the weight of these memories. James was due any moment, elated about Evans finally having agreed to a date. Peter would be slinking behind him, a grin of pride on his face that would slip when he saw Remus and Sirius staring towards the door looking like deer in headlights, covered in their come and a paddle resting on the floor next to them.
Remus huffed a laugh as his bonds loosened and he rolled over, onto Sirius’ shoulder. He gazed up at the ceiling and read the message in old socks. 'Love you, Moony'