enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-07 06:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: bondage, kink: breath play, kink: d/s, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: dirty talk, kink: gagging, kink: rough sex, remus/severus |
LMOM #7: Wordplay (4/4) [Severus/Remus, NC-17]
Title: Wordplay (Part 4/4)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 769
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Kink(s): bondage, d/s, dirty talk, rough sex, delayed orgasm, mild breath play
Challenge: LMOM #7
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
I push into you roughly. Your legs give way. I don't bother to make you get back on your knees. We are both too close. You are almost on the edge. I am a hair's breadth away from pushing you too far. But you are strong. You can take this. You can take me.
I fuck you rough and hard, holding your shoulders down. Every stroke pushes your oversensitive dick into the smooth, crisp sheets. Every thrust makes you scream for release. I change position, putting more of my weight on you.
The first stroke makes you scream even louder. The nipple rings must be catching on the sheets, tugging with each thrust, pulling on the chain connecting your nipples to your prick. My growls are harmonizing with your screams; we are a symphony of beautiful and wild sounds. Uninhibited.
Your screams weaken into gasps. It's getting hard for you to breathe, with my weight on you, your neck bent at the awkward angle, ball gag further restricting your respiration. You haven't moved. You've been so good. But I'm close... so close. The fire is building inside. It's time for the game to end.
"Move," I moan.
You're torn between pushing back against me and seeking the wonderful friction that helps your cock. You manage to get both with an awkward circular motion of your hips. Your gasps for air quicken. You must be getting dizzy by now. The tears are soaking the blindfold, staining it a darker purple. So beautiful... you are so fucking beautiful.
I whisper the word to release the bonds on your wrists. Our game is coming to a close. It's best to undo what has been done slowly. So that this doesn't bleed into the real us. You stretch your arms, reaching out to grasp the headboard. The small change in position has relieved the pressure on your neck, and you inhale deeply through your nose, letting out a sob of relief.
And still, you push back against me wantonly, squeezing my dick with the ring of muscles. Merlin, you are so good at this, at drawing the pleasure from me. "Merlin, Remus," I whimper. My own control is lessening. It is this first time I have used your name throughout the game.
The blindfold is loosened next. Your eyes are the amber of the wolf's – wild and feral, and they flash with each thrust. Only I can do that to you, bring you to that place and still control you. You are mine. "Mine... mine... mine." I declare it with each thrust. It has become my mantra.
The gag is next. I want to hear you. I want to hear your screams as you come.
"Severus... yours... yours... fuck... fuck me... Severus... so good... so good..."
I doubt you know what you are saying. My quiet, reserved werewolf would never think of using the word 'fuck' outside this room. He rarely uses it inside this room.
The sound surrounds me, pulsing with me, driving me onward. It pins me, like tendrils of Devil's Snare, forcing me to act, to move. It creeps into my veins, my heart, my soul, claiming me, making me crave this, crave you. I'm so close... so close...
I reach between your legs - release your cock and balls. "Come," I order. You scream, spasming, your entire body out of control as you shoot your load onto the bed, which you continue to fuck with wild abandon. Your cum is slick, coating your hot, throbbing organ. Your orgasm milks me, pulling the cum from my cock. It is not as intense as yours... or even my first... but it is so damn good – feeling the pleasure I gave you surround me. My cum drips from me, pulled like a milkshake through a straw by your clenching ass.
We collapse together, too tired to move, panting, sweating, sore. You squirm, and I roll off of you. You roll over, snuggle next to me, not caring that your nipples are bleeding and you are covered in your own jizz as mine drips from your arse. You wrap an arm around me, close your eyes. "Love you," you say, your voice raw from screaming.
"Indeed," I reply.
I watch you sleep and wonder if this is the last time we'll have. This is too good for it not to come crashing down around me. Everything I love has been taken from me. Stolen. Corrupted. I pull you close. "Mine," I proclaim one last time to anything that might be listening in a tone that brooks no argument.