enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-05 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: bondage, kink: d/s, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: dirty talk, kink: gagging, kink: rough sex, remus/severus |
LMOM #5: Wordplay (2/4) [Remus/Severus, NC-17]
Title: Wordplay (Part 2/4)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 642
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Kink(s): bondage, d/s, dirty talk, rough sex, delayed orgasm
Challenge: LMOM #5
Notes: I felt awful leaving my last entry just before the good stuff. That combined with the fact I stayed up writing the rest of it in my mind, made me want to finish it. I've decided to be a little cruel, though, and draw it out as long as possible. I'm fairly certain this is the second in what will probably be a four part series. I don't see it lasting much longer than that.
Part 1
I enter you slowly. I have to move slow; my own word play and preparation has me damn close to a screaming orgasm, and I want to draw this out until it's almost painful. Your legs are trembling, but still you open them wider. I know you must be exhausted from kneeling so long in that position.
Your back arches slightly, begging for more silently, making it easier for my thick prick to slide into you. It is long drawn out minutes before I'm inside of you completely, my balls pressed against your tight arse. I move my hips, my cock pushing into you and you moan; it's audible even around the ball gag. "Fuck," I gasp, mouth close to your ear, hands sliding to your bony hips. "You like it don't you, whore?" You nod, inhaling shakily.
I pull out slowly and push in even slower over and over again. The blood is roaring in my ears; I'm panting, and I've forgotten about the game. There is no game anymore. There is only you and me and us and you are mine and nothing, nothing will ever change that. I'm trembling, sweat dripping down and over my body, matting my long hair to my forehead, dripping from my nose to your neck, sliding down your skin, gathering where the scars mar your body. "Move," I groan.
My thrusts speed up, as you begin to rock against me, seeking more of the pain and pleasure you want, you crave, you need. You're so tight around me, muscles clenching, and I know... I know that the lube I used on my cock isn't enough to relieve the pain of the friction. My quick, shallow thrusts are harder and deeper now; I'm pulling out to the very tip of my cock before slamming into you again, my sack slapping against your skin. My nails dig into your hips, leaving crescent moon shaped dimples in your skin; that's all right, the crescent moon is friendlier to you than the full.
I feel my cock brush against your prostate and you scream the sound muted by the gag. You're trembling on the brink of orgasm, your body shuddering involuntarily, ass clenching around my dick. You want your release so badly that every thrust of my prick has you keening, eyes rolling back in your head as you collapse against me, head leaning on my shoulder. One stroke, another, and I'm coming, moaning my pleasure into your ear as I empty into your ass.
You're still trembling as I come down from my high; you're still limp and complacent. My come has filled you to the brim. I can feel it surrounding my cock which still rests inside you. I tug on the chain connected to your nipples and you scream again, your oversensitive body amplifying the pain of the experience. "My poor little slut's so ready to come," I murmur. "So close to release. But you haven't earned it, yet. I still have to taste myself inside you, and then... maybe... if you're good... maybe you'll get what you want."
You whimper. Merlin, that's such a sexy sound.