Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-06 18:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: sex magic, kink: wand play, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 6: Iucunditas Maximus (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Iucunditas Maximus
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Wandplay, Sex Magic
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1090
Summary: Remus upsets Percy, then makes it up to him in a very special way.
Notes: If JKR can make up half-assed spells, then so can I, right?
(Did you miss something? Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five)
Percy had made his way across the sofa and tucked himself under Remus's arm for the last part of the story, and Remus held him, caressing his shoulder, his neck, his hair, as he talked. Percy craved touch; he was always brushing against Remus as they cleaned their teeth or tangling his legs with Remus's in bed or curling up against him on the sofa. Remus thought he understood; Percy had some catching up to do from the years of keeping himself distant from everyone who loved him. And besides, Remus didn't mind. He was a tactile creature himself, especially close to the full moon, so he loved having Percy's lithe body pressed against his.
"I love this story," Percy murmured, sinking into the embrace. "Love hearing about you when you were young. I wish I'd known you then."
"Well," said Remus, "Let's think about this sensibly. I was too busy being in love with—and obsessed with—Sirius to notice anyone else. I think it's fortunate you weren't around then. We might never have known each other, were that the case. And I would have hated to miss out on you."
Percy laughed. "Flatterer."
"Just a bit," replied Remus. "I have to be, though, to keep a young man like you interested in an old greying werewolf."
Percy sat up, scowling. "Don't say that. You know I hate when you talk like that."
"Oh, Percy, you know I didn't mean—"
"I'm serious, Remus! It's not easy being with you sometimes, you know, times when you won't trust that I care about you. Very much." He stood, folding his arms over his chest and heading into the kitchen.
"Percy—" Remus protested, rising. He followed him into the kitchen, where Percy had begun to wash up the breakfast dishes by hand, still scowling. Remus put his arms around Percy from behind and kissed his neck.
"Stop doing the dishes," he murmured in Percy's ear. "I was only joking."
Percy's shoulders sagged and he shut the water off and turned around in the embrace, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.
"I know," he said, "I always did have trouble taking a joke—not a good trait if you're a Weasley." He laughed ruefully, then pressed his lips to Remus's for a quick kiss.
"It's all right," Remus replied.
"Just—" said Percy, "I'm not in this for the flattery. I'm here because I love you." Percy twitched a little when he said it, and his breathing hastened. Remus knew Percy still had trouble saying love, and hearing it, too.
"I know," said Remus. He pried Percy's fingers from the dishtowel and put it on the counter, kissing Percy's neck all the while.
"Let me make it up to you," he said, licking a stripe across Percy's neck, just below his earlobe.
Percy shivered. "You don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to," said Remus, "But what you don't seem to see is that I want to." He trailed a hand down Percy's chest and cupped Percy's cock, which was already showing signs of life.
"Hmm," sighed Percy, sagging against the counter, "I suppose—"
"Come into the bedroom," coaxed Remus, "I want to take care of you."
Percy acquiesced, letting Remus pull him along, and, when they reached their bedroom, letting Remus undress him and lay him across their bed. Remus remained clothed, though his own cock raged against his trousers.
"Turn over," said Remus, and Percy did, thrusting his arse an almost unnoticeable distance into the air. Remus knelt between Percy's legs, then, and kissed a trail down his spine, licking and sucking and dragging his lips over the bare expanse of Percy's freckled skin.
"Let me see, now," said Remus, and he pulled his wand from his pocket, tracing it down the centre of Percy's back, right over the places where he had just laid dozens of kisses.
"Oh, yes," sighed Percy, arching up as the smooth wood followed the ridges of his spine. "Will you—please—"
Remus laid a soothing hand on one of Percy's buttocks and continued moving the wand with his other hand. "Yes, shh," he whispered, "Of course I will."
He brought the wand between Percy's arsecheeks, pressing it against Percy's tailbone, and Percy arched up further, moaning. Remus spread his cheeks with one hand, gazing upon Percy's sweet pink pucker, then traced the tip of his wand around it, and a great shudder racked Percy's thin frame.
"Please, please," he cried, and Remus pressed his wand just inside Percy's arsehole, whispering a lubricating spell, then began to slide the wand in, and Percy cried out again.
Percy rose up on his knees, pillowing his head on his arms so that his arse was in the air, providing Remus with easier access to his hole and, if he wanted it, to his cock. Percy's cock and his dark pink bollocks swung as he writhed under Remus's ministrations, and Remus longed to lick them, to take them in his mouth, but at the moment, he had more important things on his mind.
He fucked Percy with his wand, slowly at first, and with the shallowest of strokes, until Percy gasped morepleaseRemusohgod. Remus smiled and began to work the wand in and out of Percy's hole, slightly faster, pushing it further and further in with each stroke, until an impressive portion of the wood was deep inside Percy's arse.
Percy jerked his cock, out of time with the strokes of Remus's wand, and his bollocks swung even more invitingly. Remus still longed for a taste, but was jerked from that thought at Percy's sudden request.
"Now," Percy rasped, "Please, Remus, now. So close, god!"
"Yes," whispered Remus, and he pushed the wand in just a little further and bent close, kissing Percy's tailbone. "Iucunditas Maximus," he whispered then, and Percy shouted and jerked and babbled strings of nonsense, and Remus grasped Percy's cock, knowing that Percy had the tendency to lose motor skills when they did this, and finished him off, coaxing the come from his cock so that it spurted onto the bed below them and dribbled onto Remus's hand.
Remus wiped his hand on Percy's belly and down to his cock as Percy collapsed, still babbling, choking, coughing, Remus's wand still deep in his arse.
"Yes, yes yes," he finally managed, and Remus draped himself over Percy, kissing the back of his neck and grasping the handle of his wand.
"Finite Incantatem," he finally murmured, deciding that Percy had had enough.