#20 ~ Hunting Mistletoe 20 of ? [R] (RL/SS) Title:
Hunting Mistletoe 20
Author:bonfoi Rating: R Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Summary: Given the chore of collecting mistletoe for Christmas decorations, Lupin and Snape come across something interesting. Challenge:adventdrabblesPrompt #20: Christmas Shopping Word Count: 347 Genre: Alternate Universe; EWE; Slash; Adventure; Romance Warnings: Frottage; Partially-Clothed Sex; Groping A/N: I so like this term “inter-lewd” thus, this is what this is! A blessed Solstice and may the days be ever brighter! Happy Yule!
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Remus Lupin’s growl, even without a coat of fur and fangs, was downright sexy. Severus had come to that conclusion after several growling kisses had him thrusting up against the pulsating werewolf on his chest. He also decided he liked the vibrations and growled back.
Somehow Remus’ fingers had worked their way between their bodies and undone several of Severus’ buttons, allowing calloused fingertips to stroke through sparse chest hair and trace the delineation of taut pectorals. Severus purred, a rumble that seemed to set off Remus’ biting tendencies—again, something that Severus decided he not only liked but reciprocated with great zeal.
The crackling of the fire and the sounds of material being pushed aside, sighs as fingers mapped sensitive skin, and pleas for there!, harder!, and that’s it, use your teeth! filled Severus’ living room. Neither man worried about anything—not the resurrected Prewett-cum-centaur, not Harry and Draco’s predicament, not even what the next hours might bring—except for how best to bring each other off.
“Gods, Severus…” Remus moaned as thin fingers danced up and down his ribcage. “You play me like a piano.” Remus bucked over Severus’ thigh in rhythm with Severus’ tapping fingers.
Severus pushed up as Remus came down, trapped erections rubbing under their trouser plackets. His hands were busy glutting his senses with the silk feel of Remus’ unscarred skin and the texture and variation of his scars; Severus bit his lip as he traced a particularly long one, following it under Remus’ waistband to the curve of his arse, where his fingers curved over and then into the firm muscles. Remus mewled against Severus’ throat.
The worn cloth of Remus’ trousers parted at the seam, allowing Severus’ hands to slip farther down and in…over clenching, heated, powerful muscles. While Remus counted Severus’ teeth with his tongue, Severus found that the globes of Remus’ arse fit into his palms best when he was thrusting down. A moan leaked from between their lips.
“Remind me to take you shopping for new trousers, Lupin…I’m going to tear these off of you now…”