red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in red_day_fiction, @ 2008-03-17 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: red_day_dawning, fic: nc-17, pervy_werewolf, snape/lupin |
Fic: NC-17 "Imago" - pervy_werewolf - prompt #48 - In like a lion, out like a lamb - remus/severus
Pervy_werewolf prompt #48 – In like a lion, out like a lamb
Title: Imago
Author: red_day_dawning
Pairing/s: lupin/snape
Prompt: pervy_werewolf #48 - In like a lamb, out like a lamb
Word count: 1,175
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: PWP; mild D/s; spanking; oral; anal; dominant Remus; submissive Severus
Summary: Returning to his office, Remus finds Severus engaged in an unexpected activity...
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP character & settings
Author notes: Beta-read by the wondrous werewolf_lib - Thanks werewolf_lib.
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imago -
1 : an insect in its final, adult, sexually mature, and typically winged state
2 : an idealized mental image of another person or the self
Merriam-Webster online at http://www.merriam-webster.com/
imago - the final and fully developed adult stage of an insect. - ORIGIN Latin, ‘image’.
Oxford Dictionary online at http://www.askoxford.com/
~ The emerging creature doesn’t know which species it belongs to, it has no idea who it is, what it is. The self-identity formed by its previous form, motivations and purposes has been lost during the long dreamless fugue. Transformation has occurred, and the meaning of the metamorphosis can only be discovered after the wings are dried and shaken out, revealing their true iridescent colours, ready for flight. ~
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Closing the door behind him, Remus surveyed the scene before him.
“Well, well, well – what do we have here? What have you been doing in my office?” Remus asked, amused.
“It seems quite self-explanatory. No, don’t move!” Remus commanded, as Severus hastily attempted to fasten his trousers. Somewhat to his surprise, Severus obeyed, leaving his erect, glistening cock out on display. That’s interesting. I didn’t think he’d obey me like that, Remus thought.
“You were having a wank in my office. But why here? Why not in your rooms?” Remus asked, continuing to prowl around Severus, his gold-flecked eyes fixed unblinking on the other man.
Severus reddened and glared at Remus, saying nothing.
“So, what do you say?” Remus purred. “Perhaps I should insist you continue, so that I can watch.”
Severus ducked his head, hiding behind dark, silky sweeps of hair.
“Nothing to say?” Remus asked softly, tilting Severus’s chin up with a gentle forefinger.
Severus shook his head, his eyes curiously vulnerable, almost frightened.
“So, what do think, Severus? Should we just forget about this, dismissing it as an awkward incident that was prompted by the stresses of Voldemort’s defeat?” Remus asked, gazing curiously at Severus. This strangely vulnerable, needy man had him confused and evoked a mixture of lust, concern and a curious protectiveness – a sense of ownership.
Severus remained silent, shaking his head; Remus observed a flicker of hunger in the dark eyes.
“Well, you don’t want us to forget this incident – could it be you’d like it to continue?” Glancing down at Severus’s sizable cock glistening, he licked his lips and added, “I must admit that I would like this to continue. Is that what you want?”
The hunger in Severus’s eyes blazed and flared. “If you wish,” he quietly replied.
Yes, Remus thought, he did want this as much as Remus. Still, he was so passive. Waiting? Waiting for… Remus to say what he wanted? Or waiting for Remus to tell him what he wanted?
Remus stood up, his groin in front of Severus, letting Severus see his hardening bulge. “Show me what you can do with your mouth,” he commanded, his firm and certain tone belying his incredulous disbelief that this was actually occurring.
Looking down, Remus saw Severus’s naked cock unmistakably hardening and filling, as he began to unfasten Remus’s trousers, drawing them down to nuzzle his now erect cock and his balls.
Yes, Remus thought exultant, Oh Merlin, he does want this as much as me, unable to restrain a moan as Severus licked him slowly from base to tip, then drew him all the way into his mouth, in and out. The sight of his cock sliding into Severus’s mouth, while Severus peeked up at him through dark eyelashes was almost too much, and Remus said, his voice hoarse and husky, “Enough. I don’t want to come like this.”
Severus obediently withdrew his mouth from Remus, and looked up at him, as though awaiting orders.
“Strip.”
Severus complied, folding each item of clothing after he has removed it, and carefully placing it on the chair. Remus drank in the sight of him, pale and lean, with a scattering of dark hair leading to his groin, and his cock, hard and heavy, a single pearl drop of semen glistening at the tip.
When Severus straightened and looked at him, Remus cleared his throat and said, “Bend over the desk, spread your legs and point your arse at me” and Severus did, clearing away the papers and laying his upper body against the wooden surface, spreading his legs so that he was open and exposed.
Breathing heavily, Remus said, “Look at you, with legs spread, bent over for me, like a slut, a beautiful slut. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you.” He had to strain his ears to hear the whispered “Yes.”
“Beautiful, so beautiful, wide open for me,” Remus crooned, stroking down the long, lean back to fondle his arse. “I’m going to spank you,” he warned, and hit him once, twice, again and again till Severus’s cheeks were rosy and glowing and he was moaning and crying out loud.
Panting with eagerness, so aroused by Severus’s submission he thought his cock might spurt and spill his come over the reddened buttocks, Remus hastily prepared Severus, lubing and fingering him till he could no longer wait.
Sliding himself slowly into Severus’s tight arse, Remus forced himself to pause and wait. He was so aroused, he feared any stimulation would make him come. The sensation of Severus accepting him, pushing back against him moaning – Remus began to thrust, helplessly, plunging deeper and deeper, his own cries even louder than Severus’s moans. Pulling Severus’s body up against his, gripping his hips firmly he began to spasm into Severus, flashes actinic bright playing like lightning against his closed eyes. Severus’s howled-out orgasm, the feel of him spasming and tightening, drew his own orgasm out, spilling and spurting into the other man.
Fearing his legs might give way, Remus leaned against Severus, who lay back against the desk to allow Remus to collapse, their sweaty skin pressed together. “Oh, Merlin, I think you’ll be the death of me,” Remus gasped, collapsed against Severus. “Say that we can do this again.”
“As you wish,” answered Severus, tilting his head slightly to gaze at Remus through his dark, thick lashes.
Propelling himself up to spare Severus his weight, Remus tenderly stroked his back and the still-reddened buttocks. “I’m happy to tell you what to do during sex, Severus, but when we’re not fucking I need to know if this is something you also want. So, is this something you also want?”
Severus pushed himself up off the desk, and stood, his eyes meeting Remus’s. “This is something I thought I never could have. I never imagined I could express that part of myself.” His eyes soft and dark and tender, he added, “And this is something I want very much.”
Grinning widely, Remus leant forward to kiss Severus, their lips meeting in a promise of sorts, a bonding of perfectly matched pieces, once shattered, now restored in wholly new and wondrous form.
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~ The imago, in its perfect fully-realized form, is now ready for flight. Spreading wings glowing with iridescent shades, gleaming with lucent pearlescent hues, the butterfly takes flight. ~