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LMoM: 1979 (Part 10~ March 25, 1979: Later)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: March 25, 1979: Later
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,500
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): oral sex, first time, and someone is a virgin...:)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: Once Severus decides what he wants, he doesn't go about things half-arsed.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.

Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts:Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25



Remus could not move. Literally. Severus had knocked him over onto the lumpy, musty bed and sprawled on top of him, matching arm-to-arm, leg-to-leg, cock-to-cock, gripping his wrists and pinning him down. Severus was suffocating him, leaning his full weight onto his chest, and pressing an endless kiss, that Remus could feel down to his toes, onto his lips.

Once Severus decided what he wanted, he didn't go about things half-arsed. He had marched up the rickety stairs of the Hog’s Head to their rented room like he was headed into battle, without looking behind him once to see if Remus had followed.

Remus had followed.

“…can’t…breathe…” Remus sputtered, wrenching his head to the side and gasping for air. He didn’t want any of it to stop, but he was starting to see spots. Severus lifted his head slightly, his sharp hipbones digging into Remus’s gut.

“Shut up, Lupin.” Severus’s mouth was on him again, and he was moving in little squirms that stole Remus’s breath. The uncomfortable friction on his jeans was burning Remus’s aching prick, and he was torn between crying out in passion or in agony.

If only he could suck in enough air to cry out.

Severus pulled back to catch his own breath again, and Remus’s face was suddenly framed by Severus’s long, black hair. He was struck with how similar it was to Sirius’s. He breathed in the angular lines of Severus’s face, his thin eyebrows pulled together in a stubborn V, and his mouth, wide and thin, just barely open. Those black eyes reflected light like a mirror. Remus could see himself in them.

Remus realized something, staring up at him. Severus was rather like Sirius’s sour and bitter twin, he was Sirius without the family and the history and the money and the friends. He was a negative reflection of Sirius. And he wasn’t Sirius, because unlike Sirius, Severus needed him.

Remus craned up and kissed Severus’s lips, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to make Severus belong to him.

“What do you want to do?” Remus asked.

Although his face remained calm, Severus’s entire body tensed at the question.

“Talking is not high on the list, Lupin,” he replied.

“In that case, I think we should have fewer clothes,” Remus said.

Severus paused, and then nodded. He rolled off Remus and stood. Remus sat up on the bed, removed his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. Severus stood still, staring at Remus’s bare, thin, scarred chest.

“Do you need my help?” Remus asked Severus, as he started to unbutton his jeans.

Severus scowled at him, and then, to Remus’s great amusement, he turned his back before starting to unbutton his black shirt.

“Don’t I get to see?” asked Remus.

“Sod off.”

Jeans half opened, Remus reclined on his elbows to watch the awkward progress of Severus disrobing. He kept his back turned, carefully unbuttoning every button, including his cuffs, before removing each layer of black fabric. When he got down to removing his vest and exposing the transparent white skin of his back, Remus had to stop himself from leaping up and to run his hands over every inch of skin. His cock, peeping out from his opened flies, twitched. In all their fumblings at school, they had never been naked together.

When Severus appeared ready to start on his trousers, Remus couldn’t stand it anymore, “Let me do that. Please?"

Severus turned around then, his arms crossed and hands tucked under each arm. He looked hard at Remus, and then gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Remus sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed Severus’s hips, pulling him closer. He made quick work of the button and zip, and then looked up at Severus, who was still hugging his own chest, met his eyes, and then began to ease his trousers and pants down. A thin trail of black hair lead down Severus’s gaunt chest and into his pants, and Remus ran his tongue through it as he pulled down. He felt Severus wobble slightly.

Remus could see the outline of Severus’s prick through his pants, and he allowed his fingers to pull the elastic out and down enough so that his erection popped free. Remus leaned in, inhaled Severus’s sour musk, and then pulled his firm cock into his mouth.

Severus let out a deep moan and Remus felt his shaking hands grip onto his shoulders, hard. Remus sucked him in deep, running his tongue around in little circles up and down the shaft.

The last two weeks of practice with Sirius had really improved his technique, Remus realized. He pulled Severus's foreskin forward with his lips so that the loose skin covered the head of his prick, and then swirled his tongue in between foreskin and head. He enjoyed the different sensations of hard and soft on his tongue, nibbled gently on the soft, wrinkled edge of skin, rolled it between tongue and teeth until Severus's cock was so swollen that the extra skin was taken up completely. Then he shoved his entire head down to take him in as deep as he could.

“Fuck, Lupin,” Severus slurred. “You have to stop.”

Remus released Severus’s cock with a loud, sloppy suck. “Why?”

“Because I want to…I want…you…”

“What?”

“I’ve never…and I…want to…” Severus stuttered.

Remus thought his heart might pound right out of his chest. “You’ve never…?”

“No.”

Oh Gods. “You want to now? With me?”

“Yes.”

Remus swallowed hard. “You’re sure?”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up and get your trousers off, Lupin,” he said, his chest and throat red and flushed. “I’m sure I could manage to find some other wizard who would be able to oblige me if you continue to insist on talking about it so much…”

Remus stood up and lunged at Severus, silencing him with a deep kiss.

“Lie down, then,” Remus said, “and give me a reason to shut up.”

Severus kicked his trousers off his ankles, and Remus grappled his jeans down and off, and then they were both naked, and there was a short pause as they took in each others’ bodies, both thin and hard and bony, and then Remus grabbed Severus and pulled him down, his body singing with the feel of skin on skin, and he rolled Severus onto his back and straddled him.

“Give me a minute to get prepared,” Remus said, and Severus went completely still, his eyes wide. Remus reached down for his wand and cast the two spells Sirius had taught him, and felt his arse stretch and drip with grease and then he couldn’t wait anymore. He raised himself up and grabbed Severus’s cock, guiding him to his entrance.

“You’ll have to press up as I sit down on you,” Remus said, and Severus let out a sound that was either pleasure or annoyance, and Remus sank down on him and then, oh fuck, Severus was inside him, Severus was fucking him, and Severus had never fucked anyone before.

"You all right?" Remus asked.

Severus grunted in reply.

"Now start to move."

Remus’s cock had softened, but as Severus pressed up into him he was immediately hard again, and was going to last about three seconds. He rode up and down as Severus made a few rapid, awkward thrusts. Remus looked down at Severus, expecting to see his eyes closed in concentration, but instead he was staring up at him with an intense focus. Remus met his eyes and fisted his own prick with rapid strokes.

"Do that more," he said, and Severus pushed in again, deep. Remus felt his balls drawing up, the feeling of completion with Severus inside him too intense. "I'm going to come," he warned, and he tugged hard and then he was coming all over Severus’s belly. As his body was racked with shivers, he needed to kiss Severus, and hold on, and feel him come as well. Remus reached behind Severus’s head and pulled his up into a kiss that he could feel in his gut, and with that kiss Severus started groaning and thrusting and grunting and then he was coming, coming inside him.

Severus did not shout as he came, just let out little grunts and gasps of breath between kisses, his body twitching, every muscle in his body moving under Remus.

They collapsed together, panting and slick with sweat and fluids, wrapped up in each others’ skin.

“So...that’s what that is like,” Remus said finally, after he was able to catch his breath. "Did you...?"

“That was…remarkable,” Severus replied, brushing searching hands over Remus’s back.

“Quite.” Remus smiled and rested his head on Severus’s shoulder, his gaze drifting around the room.

“Hmm,” Severus hummed into Remus’s hair.

Remus’s eyes focused, and then he stared and he leaned up on one elbow. “…erm, Severus?"

"What?" Severus's voice was sleepy.

"Next time? Perhaps we should close the door to the room,” Remus brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Severus’s face.

Severus followed Remus’s gaze over to the gaping doorway to the corridor. His eyes widened in horror, and for a moment Remus thought he was going to panic and bolt in embarrassment. But then he looked back at Remus, who could not refrain from letting out a shocked laugh, and Remus watched Severus, actually watched him, decide to surrender his trust.

“Indeed.” He turned back to Remus with a slight upturn of his lips. “Next time.”