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LMOM, Day 7: Remus's Turn (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Remus's Turn
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Oral sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 883
Summary: After Percy comes down, it's Remus's turn.
Notes: One week down, three (and a bit) to go!

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"Remus—need you—"

Percy trembled on the bed, and Remus drew him close, passing soothing hands over his body until the tremors that racked his body slowed and his breathing grew less shallow.

"Are you all right?" Remus whispered against his hair. He always had to ask after he performed Iucunditas Maximus on Percy—though Percy swore he loved it, and he never came as hard as when Remus did it, he shook violently afterwards, and it was sometimes difficult to soothe him.

"God—" Percy choked, "Thank you."

"Shh," was all Remus could say in response. He was saying it to himself as much as to Percy. His cock was stiff and demanding, but he knew that his own pleasure would have to wait until Percy recovered from the magic that had flooded his body and his senses.

"Are you all right?" Remus asked again. Percy had begun to move in the embrace, to stretch his limbs, a sure sign that he was coming down from his intense sexual high.

"Yes," Percy replied, "I'm all right now. Just one more minute, and I'll—"

"Yes," said Remus, "Take your time." But he pressed himself to Percy so Percy could feel his need.

"Would you like it if I sucked you off?" Percy's voice was languid; he was never so casual as after coming down from an orgasm fuelled by magic. It was as if the extra magical rush calmed him somehow, soothed his ever-present anxiety.

"Oh, god, Percy," groaned Remus, pressing himself even harder against Percy's back, "You know perfectly well that I would like that very much." Percy was good with his tongue in more ways than one—certainly he was a gifted speaker, but only Remus really knew how talented his mouth actually was.

"Yes," said Percy, giving one final stretch and rolling over to face Remus, "I'd like that very much, too." His glasses had fallen off sometime during his orgasm, and his blue eyes were large and solemn.

He slid off the bed and onto his knees. "Come here, please."

Remus needed no more encouragement than that. He undid his trousers, shoving them down as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Percy grasped the elastic band of his pants and pulled them down as well, leaving them around Remus's ankles along with his trousers.

Remus spread his thighs, more than ready to feel Percy's mouth upon him, Percy's tongue swirling over the tip of his cock, Percy's deft fingers working over his balls. He braced himself with his hands, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet, and closed his eyes, anticipating.

Percy shoved Remus's thighs apart and attacked his cock, pushing the foreskin back and then licking over the sensitive ridge of skin that it formed. He licked over the head, then closed his mouth over it and began sucking in earnest, his hands creeping down to fondle Remus's bollocks.

Percy took more and more of Remus's cock in his mouth, millimetre by mind-melting millimetre, and Remus groaned and clutched the duvet harder, thrusting a little off the bed, but not enough to make him lose his balance.

As he sucked, Percy made little noises of encouragement, mms and nns that only spurred Remus on. Percy wanted him to come, Remus knew this, and he threw his head back and closed his eyes and just allowed himself to feel Percy and to hear him, the noises he made in his throat and the sucking, slurping sounds as he sucked Remus's cock.

Remus was incoherent; monosyllables were all he could manage as his orgasm approached. Percy left off fondling his balls and scraped his fingernails down the skin of Remus's inner thighs, and Remus bucked off the bed, crying out.

"Again," he gasped, and Percy did it again, just a light scrape, but enough to send Remus over the edge.

"Going to come," he declared, thrusting, "Going to come in your mouth, going to come now."

Percy nodded, still making those maddeningly erotic noises, and Remus gave in and came, spending himself in Percy's mouth, and the suction around his prick increased as Percy swallowed as much of Remus's release as he could manage.

Percy gasped, then, letting go with his mouth but taking Remus's cock in his hand, pumping the rest of Remus's come from him.

Remus collapsed back onto the bed, and a moment later, Percy crawled up next to him, draping an arm over Remus's chest. Remus turned his head and Percy captured his mouth in a kiss, sharing with Remus the taste of the release he had just taken.

Remus moaned into the kiss, probing Percy's mouth with his tongue. There was come on Percy's lips, slippery and salty, and Remus kissed him hard, revelling in the absolutely filthy act.

Percy broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Your come's all over me," he whispered, and Remus shuddered. "On my cheek, on my chin, on my neck, in my mouth—though I think you got most of that."

"Oh, god, you have got to stop," Remus moaned, his senses overloaded.

Percy gave a chuckle that turned into a low, contented hum, and he wrapped his naked self around Remus's half-clothed form.

"I can't help it," he murmured, "I love having you all over me."