Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: chan, kink: dirty talk, kink: role play, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 3: Percy and His Professor (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Percy and His Professor
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy, past Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Dirty talk, fantasy chan/role-playing
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1039
Summary: Remus and Percy indulge in a fantasy they've both kept secret since Remus was Percy's professor.
(Did you miss something? Day One Day Two)
"It was all a bit pathetic, really," said Remus, stroking Percy's shoulder through the thin cotton of his pyjama top. "Wanking in the shower over one of my best mates, getting hard every time he pranced about the dormitory wearing nothing more than his pants—he did that often, too."
Percy laughed. "I understand. I wanked myself raw over Oliver Wood when we shared a dormitory." He shrugged. "Proximity, I suppose. Well, that and the fact that he couldn't manage to keep all of his clothes on for more than five minutes at a time."
"Ah, yes," replied Remus, "The illustrious Mr Wood. How is it that you two never got together?"
Percy shifted to face Remus and quirked an eyebrow. "You're serious? Oliver's straight as an arrow."
"Is he? Now that's a shame," said Remus, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose it must just have been wishful thinking on my part, then. Let me tell you, Percy—there were times in your seventh year when I would've gladly taken either of you, or both of you together. Mostly just before the moon. Speaking of pathetic. At least when I was wanking myself over Sirius, he was my own age."
Percy moved away from Remus and knelt in front of him on the bed. "That," he declared, "Is perhaps the most arousing thing I've ever heard you say." He straddled Remus's legs and moved up the bed so he was sitting astride Remus's lap.
"I wasn't sure if you'd be offended," Remus admitted.
"My god, no," said Percy, "Do you have any idea how often I fantasised about you when you were my professor? How badly I wanted to catch you in your office after class and beg you to take advantage of me?"
Remus's eyebrows shot up. This was news to him. "Did you, now?" He ran a hand down Percy's back and cupped his arse at the curve.
Percy shivered and closed his eyes. "Mmm, yes, I did," he said, "Wanted you to teach me more then just Defence."
"I couldn't have, you know," murmured Remus, kissing Percy's throat. "Oh, I'd've loved to—you were such a pompous little Head Boy, and I knew how glorious it would be to make you come undone—but you were too young."
"I was seventeen!" Percy protested. "Not too young." He tipped his head back to give Remus better access to the tender skin of his throat.
"Still," said Remus, "You were my student, and it wouldn't have been right." He licked a stripe down the length of Percy's white throat, and Percy hummed as he did it.
Percy opened his eyes. "Are you too tired—?"
Remus chuckled. "I believe you took care of me well enough earlier that there's no chance I could get hard again tonight," he said, "But you, on the other hand—you didn't get to come, did you?"
Percy shook his head and took Remus's hand in his own, pressing it to his half-hard cock. "No, I didn't—Professor."
Remus narrowed his eyes and allowed a smile to twist his mouth. "Lie down," he said, "And we'll see what your old professor can teach you."
"Oh, yes, sir," breathed Percy, and he did as he was told, stretching himself out over the bed and looking up through the lenses of his specs at Remus.
Remus made quick work of Percy's pyjama bottoms, slipping them off and dropping them on the floor, and he pushed Percy's pyjama top up around his chest, exposing Percy to his gaze.
"You were an excellent Head Boy," he declared, smoothing his hands up the insides of Percy's thighs. "Wound a little too tightly, but of course that was just tightly enough—you always seemed as though you would explode at the first touch."
"I would've, if it had been you," said Percy, spreading his legs wider. His cock twitched as Remus approached it, and he hissed in a breath when Remus finally wrapped a hand around it, stroking the tip with his thumb and smearing the precome that was already welling up there.
"How I would have loved to see that, Percy." Remus's voice was gentle, and his hand was firm as he stroked Percy. He brought his other hand up under Percy's bollocks and teased them, causing Percy to squirm.
"Tell me what you would have done to me," said Percy, his words little more than breath.
"Oh, yes," replied Remus, "I would have brought you into my office, my little Head Boy, and I'd spread you across my desk. No preliminaries—after all, we both know what it is you want. No time for undressing—I'd simply open your robes and tug your trousers and your pants down to your knees and wrap my fingers around your cock, like I'm doing now. You'd writhe under me, and perhaps you'd cry out and I'd have to caution you to be quiet."
Percy did cry out, then, and Remus shushed him. "We don't want anyone to hear, do we, Mr Weasley?"
Percy shook his head. "No, sir."
"I thought not." Remus began pumping Percy's cock faster, the fluid seeping from Percy's slit easing his path.
"It would be over quickly, wouldn't it? You'd be so excited for your professor to be touching you finally, after you'd ached for me for so long. You'd come for me, then, spurting over my hand and messing your school robes. Oh, how lovely, Mr Weasley, to watch you come for me, for your professor."
"Oh god, yes—yes, sir—" gasped Percy, and he gave a strangled cry and arched off the bed as he came, his spunk coating Remus's fingers and dripping onto his own belly.
"Oh—oh—" he gasped as he came down from his orgasmic high, and Remus smiled as he delivered his denouement.
"And then I'd take you in my arms—" and he did, gathering Percy up, heedless of the come on Percy's stomach and on his own hand. "And I'd kiss you, and I'd invite you back any time you liked."
"And I'd come back," Percy replied, nestling into Remus's embrace.
"Oh, my boy," said Remus, "I know you would."