HP fic: Affinity, part 3 [Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Affinity, part 3 Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warnings: watersports, bondage, spanking, fisting Summary: Severus and Remus spend one final night at the Dark Arts conference. Also here. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling invented Snape and Lupin. We have only ourselves to blame for their behavior here.
In the event, Lupin had not, in fact, followed Snape around all day. At luncheon Snape had been cornered by several young American witches who batted their eyes at him and asked what it had been like to spy for Voldemort, trapping him into sitting at their table as the others quickly filled. Then Lupin had spoken in a panel on vampires and werewolves in the afternoon. Snape would have liked to attend that, but a Nestor Andreakos from Corinth was giving a talk at the same time on the uses of the herb silphium to counter lingering effects of Dark Magic potions, and Pomona Sprout had asked Snape particularly to say hello for her and to ask Andreakos where she might obtain some cuttings.
He and Lupin did manage to sit near enough each other at dinner for Lupin to lift his glass discreetly in Snape's direction and raise his eyebrows with a flick of a glance in the direction of their rooms. Snape nodded very slightly, his heart pounding as if he were still the inexperienced schoolboy he had been when he first began to notice Lupin. He had refrained from emptying his bladder since midafternoon, so that by the time Lupin tapped at his door, Snape was quite uncomfortably full and hoping that Lupin would not want to delay. "Come in," he responded.
"Good evening, Severus." Lupin slipped inside, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He was still wearing his formal robes, as Snape was, and Snape noticed that the black cloth was fading brownish and frayed along the hem. He supposed that Lupin was still catching up from years of unemployment; either that or he simply didn't care about appearances.
Lupin's smile, though, more than made up for any faults in his attire. "Remus." Snape stood up and took the few steps needed to reach him, heedless of the way such haste might make him seem needy, even weak.
Still smiling, Lupin reached out and caught his arms, pulling him close. His voice was low and throaty when he spoke. "I thought that meal would never end. And earlier you seemed quite occupied by all those young ladies." There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Did you learn anything interesting?"
"I learned that anticipation does not make the day pass any more quickly." Lupin's laugh sounded pleased, though perhaps it only seemed that way because Snape felt it on his skin as the werewolf leaned in to press a kiss below his ear and then suck on the earlobe. "You didn't follow me."
"I was afraid I'd have an erection all through my talk if I did."
"Even so, you misled me. I believe you may need to be punished."
Lupin's breath caught and his eyes widened. "What do you mean to do?"
Cocking his head, Snape gauged the eagerness of Lupin's expression. "I was thinking of a spanking." His prick hardened at the thought of Lupin naked across his lap. "And I might piss on you at the same time."
"Ah." Lupin licked his lips. "I think you're correct, Severus. That kind of punishment would certainly be in order for my failure to follow you as I said I would."
With a tug at Lupin's faded robes, Snape ordered, "Take these off. Wouldn't want to ruin them." Immediately Lupin began to shrug out of his clothing and Snape stepped back to let him move away from the door. He looked down at his own robes, recalling what Lupin had said about his robes of a hundred buttons and feeling rather self-conscious. "Did you honestly assume that the buttons on my clothing held clues to my sexual proclivities?"
"Don't they?" Lupin's smile had become rather wicked. "Leave the robes on. Just take out your cock."
For a moment Snape stared, and then, feeling absurd, unfastened just the lower part of his vest and his trousers. His plumper-than-usual cock dangled at an awkward angle against the black fabric, twitching like a flobberworm. The cool air against his skin made his desire to relieve himself even more acute. "One moment," he said, pulling out his wand to cast a Silencing Charm. "We may have forgotten last night, but I don't think the entire conference needs to know what's going on in here."
"Not really," agreed Lupin. He reached to touch the head of Snape's cock, and Snape shivered and let out a tiny spurt of urine, just a few drops, before with an iron will he held the rest back and caught Lupin's hand, pulling him toward the bed as he sat down.
"Over my knees."
Lupin let the last of his clothing fall to the floor and came quickly to bend over Snape's lap. There were fewer scars on his back and bum than on his chest, Snape noticed. He traced several of them, getting a feel for the werewolf's skin, before drawing his hand back and giving him an experimental smack. Lupin let out a little grunt and Snape spanked him again. "S'good... you've done this before..."
The pressure of Lupin's body against his belly and the distraction of the thickening shaft prodding at his thigh, along with the extreme discomfort of trying to hold back the full bladder he desperately needed to release, made Snape's cock squirt out another jet of piss. He reached between his legs, holding the leaking organ against Lupin's belly, and from below sprayed a hard stream onto him, sighing in relief. As his other hand came down again and again on the now-pink buttocks, the spray stuttered in intensity with each slap.
Snape had stopped spanking before he stopped pissing, for Lupin was crying out and writhing over his lap, fully hard. He slid his fingers down the crevice between Lupin's buttocks to tease the hole and the backs of his balls. "I don't think this was a punishment for you at all."
"Ah," gasped Lupin, twisting his head to look up at Snape and shuddering as the last of Snape's urine spurted against him and Snape's fingertip slipped into his arse. "Perhaps not."
Raising his eyebrows, Snape rubbed over the piss-damp skin of Lupin's chest and pinched one nipple, hard. With a moan, the man in his lap jolted his hips against Snape's leg. "You've also done this before." He gave Lupin's arse another spank.
"I love this. But I didn't want you to have... expectations." A soft moan burst from Lupin's throat and he ground down against Snape's leg as if to remind him that he had a very rigid cock. His own prick was hard too, up against Lupin's belly, now that he had finished pissing. "May I assume this was not punishment for you either?"
A montage of images flashed through Snape's mind, returning again and again to one particular vision that involved green silk cords and a polished mahogany paddle. "It was not. I enjoy it from both sides." He spared a thought for the small collection of items that he kept in his rooms, safely in a case spelled to open to his hand only. He could visualize Lupin in a black harness, his prick restrained by the tight leather, another strap nestled between his buttocks to hold a plug, his nipples pinched by silver dragon clamps.
The image made Snape's cock throb. This conference would be over after tomorrow; then they would both be back at Hogwarts, and he realized that without consciously thinking about it, he was assuming that this association was indeed going to continue. Lupin's expression had become more calculated, and Snape realized too late that he had made no effort to guard his thoughts. "What do you like, Severus? From both sides, you said?"
Snape's imagination leapt to life again. He had been vaguely disappointed when Lupin explained that his urge to piss during sex games had nothing to do with being a werewolf; he had been harboring vague fantasies of being pinned down, growled at, things he had trouble admitting even to himself. "I don't object to being restrained," he began.
"Don't object, or actually like?" Lupin interrupted, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Do be precise, Severus."
Glowering, Snape said, "I like it. I like being unable to move. Satisfied?"
"Mm." Lupin began running his fingers along Snape's arm. "What else?"
"You already know that I like to be pissed on, and to return the favor."
"So you do," said Lupin with a knowing smile. "But at the moment it would be... hard... for me to indulge you in that. You're wet enough already, so perhaps later." He patted the saturated fabric of Snape's robes, then slid off the bed and pulled his wand out of the tangle of his own clothing. "But the other..." He flicked it at Snape, who found himself lifted up off the mattress and flipped around in midair. "Incarcerous!"
Thin cords wrapped around Snape's wrists. He was tugged back against the head of the narrow bed, kneeling, his hands bound to the headboard; he could feel the mattress dip under Lupin's weight as the other man crawled up behind him. "I like it from both sides too," he growled in Snape's ear, and ran his hand along Snape's back before giving him a stinging slap on the buttocks, through his robes.
Snape cried out involuntarily, but in surprise, rather than from the force of the blow -- it had been only sharp, not brutal, and the cloth diminished the effect. "This is no good." Lupin tugged at Snape's robes, pulling them upward and draping the loose fabric over Snape's shoulders and arms, then hauled down his trousers, baring his arse. "Much better," he added approvingly, slipping his fingers between Snape's thighs to nudge his balls before drawing back and smacking him again.
This time Lupin's hand made contact with skin, and though the slap had not been particularly harder than the first, it sent vibrations through Snape's entire body. "More," he choked out, and Lupin obliged, spanking him several more times on both buttocks before returning his fingers between Snape's legs to tease the tight hole there.
"I think I'd like to fuck you like this," he growled, scraping his teeth against Snape's shoulder blade just enough to make Snape break out in goose bumps. "With most of your buttons intact. Do you ever free just your prick and let yourself come without loosening another thread? I'll bet you do."
"Yes," Snape admitted with a groan.
"You probably don't even undo more than one or two buttons on your trousers... I'll bet that you like the way it feels then -- the fabric tight around you as you're wanking. I'd love to watch you at it, with your prick poking out, all by itself, on display." Lupin nipped at Snape's ear. "Put a cockring on you and attach a chain to it."
Snape moaned again at the image, spreading his legs as best he could as Lupin's fingertip circled over his dry opening, his cock pressed between the cool unyielding wood in front of him and the hot damp skin of his belly. "Yes, Remus." He knew that he was begging, and he didn't care -- it had been much too long since he had been with someone who would play such games, turn and turn about, the way he liked them.
"Tonight we do this properly. Madefacio!" The dry skin at the back of his balls was suddenly slippery, and Remus' fingertip swirled inward, narrowing its trajectory until it had slipped inside Snape. "What about here? Do you act like you have a stick up your arse sometimes because you do? Have I ever seen you sitting in your formal robes with a plug pressing on you right... here?"
Thank Merlin for the Silencing Charm; Snape might have summoned the wizard in the next room with the cry that tore from his throat as Lupin's fingers grazed his prostate. Snape had never dared to wear a plug in public while Dumbledore had been alive, certain that the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster would see precisely what he had done, and since he had been back, he had faced enough distractions. "No," he grunted. "Next staff meeting... I will if you will."
Lupin chuckled, low and sensual, as he withdrew his hand and then plunged in again. "I have, Severus. Should I have told you?"
The sweat beginning to bead on his forehead trickled down the side of his temple as Snape nodded. "I'd have -- liked -- to know that," he gasped, his arse rippling under Lupin's movements.
"It makes those long, dull discussions of how to arrange the schedule far more pleasurable." Lupin slipped his free hand around Snape's chest and used his fingernails to scratch, not too gently, across one nipple. "As I think you'll find."
He must be up to four fingers, Snape thought through a fog of almost intolerable pleasure as Lupin's hand twisted against him, provoking a groan that seemed to rise from the earth itself. He didn't dare ask Lupin to put the whole thing in -- those nails were a warning sign, and it had been many years since Snape had done that, he was sure his body was not ready yet. But the knowledge that Lupin might be thinking about it was enough to make Snape shudder in pleasure. If Lupin had played with plugs, he might very well have been on the receiving end of a man's entire hand... likely he knew what he was doing, possibly he would even let Snape do it to him.
"You're thinking about having my fist inside you, aren't you," Lupin whispered, scissoring the fingers, and Snape cried out again. He was sure Lupin had not seen it in his mind -- there was no Legilimency between them now -- he had simply guessed. "Do you like to feel full? Have you ever taken a piss enema?"
He half-expected Lupin to refuse, to keep him in this state of tormented near-bliss, but Lupin's fingers slid out of his arse almost immediately and he barely had time to feel empty before the head of Lupin's cock was there in its place, shoving through the puckered flesh to fill him again. Lupin gave a deep grunt as he thrust, holding on to Snape's shoulders, scratching them slightly with the tightness of his grip. Snape could smell the scent of his own filth, faint on Lupin's hand after the spell he had cast but still there, mingled with that of piss on the fabric tangled around his knees; all overlaid with the thick aroma of musk and sweat from both Lupin and himself. He was so hard that if he could have touched himself he would have come, but his hands were still bound to the headboard and Lupin made no move to touch his cock, only rubbing the roughness of his cheek against Snape's back as he pumped.
"Please," he groaned again. Almost immediately he felt tightness constricting his erection, but it was not from Lupin's hand stroking him; Lupin had conjured his tie from where he had dropped it when he undressed and the stiffly ironed fabric had wound itself around Snape's erection. It was constraining him just too firmly at the base to allow him to ejaculate. "Oh fuck," he began to chant, feeling the tie generate heat with its friction as it rubbed on his skin, "fuck, Lupin, please, Lupin..." There was a roar behind him, and he felt Lupin go rigid, making Snape's arse throb with the pulse of Lupin's orgasm. Clamping down his muscles as best he could, Snape gritted his teeth and tried to ride it out, hoping that now Lupin would finally let him come.
He felt Lupin's cock slide out of him, leaving behind a welcome soreness and the maddening not-quite-itch of semen trickling down his thigh; felt Lupin's lips on his neck, teeth biting only gently -- Lupin wouldn't risk any more than that, Snape was certain; felt Lupin's fingers pinching both nipples at once, but nothing for his cock, only the tight silk of the tie still binding him. "Stay where you are, Severus," Lupin whispered in his ear, and Snape bowed his head and held still as a Finite Incantatem released his hands. "You won't come till I tell you, will you?"
"No," Snape tried to say, but the word caught in his throat. He cleared it and repeated, "No."
"Good." The mattress shifted as Lupin backed away, leaving Snape still kneeling, arms outstretched. He bit his lip, his cock pressed against the headboard, praying that he could keep his word. A moment later Lupin was back, and something was being wrapped around Snape's head. A blindfold. Likely another tie -- one of his own, since they were in his room and the one he had worn all day still hung around his neck along with his soiled robes. Once Snape's eyes were completely covered, Lupin said, "All right. Sit back. Turn and lean against the wall."
Groping on the damp mattress, Snape managed to twist himself around without falling off the bed, pressing up against the headboard with his bound cock sticking up between his thighs. From the weight shifting on the mattress, he knew that Lupin was crawling closer. Then he felt the tie being carefully unwound, and, a moment later, a cool breeze being blown over the skin of his cock. He shuddered softly as he felt a tongue being drawn along the vein. "Surprise," said Lupin softly, breath heating Snape's balls before he shifted back again. Snape felt a hot stream pour over his cock and belly at the same moment he heard the hissing noise.
He yelped -- that was the only word for it -- it felt so good, so much what he wanted needed craved right now, the intimacy of being used this way by someone who took as much pleasure from it as he did. His prick quivered under the flow and it took every ounce of his will not to come, not to let go until Lupin told him that he could, and he whimpered unashamed, his hands clenching the edges of the mattress as Lupin's piss continued to rain down on him. "If you could only see yourself now," he heard Lupin's voice murmur distantly. "So enticing..." Then he sensed Lupin leaning closer so that their cocks touched, and Lupin said hoarsely, "Come for me, Severus."
A strangled sound that might have been "Remus" escaped Snape's throat as his cock pulsed at Lupin's command. It seemed to go on forever, each tremor soothed by the hot flow of urine, and Snape felt Lupin's arms close around him. He reached back, clutching at Lupin, feeling the smooth back interrupted by the creases of scars beneath his fingers, kissing the warm chest that pressed his cheek. It was easier with the blindfold to moan again, turning up his face to be kissed and feeling Lupin's mouth descend to claim his lips.
After a moment he felt Lupin unfastening the clothing that was still wrapped around Snape's upper body, tossing the wet robes and soiled shirt aside. Lupin slipped a finger inside the blindfold near Snape's ear. "Shall I take this off, or may I leave it on for a few minutes?"
"If you'd like," Snape answered hoarsely. He couldn't imagine what Lupin had in mind at the moment; he felt utterly spent and somewhat... well, blissful. He tried to rouse the suspicion he had always felt toward Lupin: what if he decided to bite and scratch like Greyback? But the idea seemed absurd, and he felt himself relaxing, sliding to lie on the bed as Lupin Scourgified the pillow, Snape, the mattress, and presumably himself.
Then Lupin slid over him again, running his fingers through Snape's hair. "I've never seen you so relaxed."
"I don't remember the last time I was," Snape answered, startled into honesty. In some odd way the blindfold made it seem safe to talk. "It's... very pleasant."
"Good." Lupin's breath puffed over his face and neck in a churring laugh. "I'd hate to think this conference had been an unpleasant experience for you."
"The conference itself? Possibly. But this..." Snape stroked again along Lupin's back. "Not at all." He really would have to do something discreet to thank Minerva for making him attend, he decided. Perhaps a bottle of her favorite single-malt.
He felt Lupin shift against him, and warm lips touched his own. Snape surrendered to the kiss, though it was more affectionate than passionate; he knew that he would need some time to recover from the extraordinary orgasm Lupin had given him. He liked the sticky way the hairs on Lupin's calves caught and pulled at his own and the way he could feel Lupin's smile against his mouth.
"We can try, at Hogwarts," he muttered, grateful for the blindfold.
"Try subtle misbehavior at staff meetings?"
"Well, that. But you said you wanted to be my lover."
"I did say that, didn't I." Lupin was silent for a minute, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest and the rapid heartbeat that Snape could feel pounding under Lupin's skin. "I do." His cock stirred against Snape's thigh -- the waxing moon, he'd said yesterday, and Snape wondered if that meant Lupin would be less aggressively passionate when it waned.
Fingers fumbled at the tie around his head. Snape blinked when the light struck his face; Lupin's was only inches from his own, his eyes intent. Tentatively Snape reached out with his mind, and found that Lupin was not blocking his memories. With you has been the best, ever, those memories implied, and Snape found himself both flattered and uneasy. "I'm not a kind person," he reminded Lupin. "An ex-Death Eater -- most of whose students and colleagues think him a real bastard."
"And a werewolf is such a prize?"
Lupin had a point. Snape's mouth stretched into a dry smile. "The lycanthropy would be easier to overlook if you were not a Gryffindor."
Lupin chuckled, leaning forward to kiss him again. "We are reputed to be loyal, you know," he said lightly. "Severus, if you were resisting because you have issues with exclusivity..."
It was Snape's turn to snort. "Exclusivity is hardly a problem. Most of the offers I receive come from people like that friendly group at lunch, whose interest is truly frightening." After the war, he had received some ludicrous love letters from witches who had read about him in The Daily Prophet and had developed a misguided sense of his bravery and inner torment. He knew that his own mail was nothing compared to Potter's, and at one time it had almost been enough to make him feel sympathy for the Chosen One.
"So you're saying I'm only the best that you could hope to find?"
Lupin's eyes twinkled slightly, reminding Snape of someone he couldn't place in this context. "I'm saying that I'm pleased we found each other, as you know perfectly well," he protested.
"You'll have to excuse me for feeling rather playful." Lupin looked amused. "This has been altogether a most unanticipated and delightful occasion. Nothing like what I expected."
"Nor I." Snape was unprepared to admit yet that sex with Lupin had been, if not the absolute best he had ever had, certainly among the leading contenders. Nor was he prepared to say that, in fact, exclusivity sounded rather appealing. "I imagine we should be discreet once we are back at Hogwarts, however."
"Discreet. Yes." Lupin's tones were flat, and Snape realized that he had been misunderstood.
"I was not suggesting that we lie to inquisitive colleagues," he clarified. "Merely that I have always found public displays of affection to be in poor taste, so it would be inappropriate for me to indulge in them myself."
"I assure you, Severus, I had no intention of trying to nibble on your ear at dinner." The merriment returned to Lupin's eyes, and Snape found he rather liked it there. "Moreover, I suspect that Minerva would bar us from future staff meetings if she knew what we had been discussing."
Snape blushed deeply at the thought of the Headmistress learning the details of his sexual proclivities. "Breathe so much as a hint, Lupin, and I will make you regret it. My rooms are in the dungeon... not all the medieval equipment has been discarded."
"Really?" grinned Lupin. "Are there shackles in the walls?"
"You're going to have to wait to find out." Smugly, Snape returned the smile. "And in the meantime... what are we going to do about this?" Reaching down, his fingers closed around Lupin's twitching cock.
Lupin groaned and eased onto his side, giving Snape better access. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Not really." Snape felt over the loose hairy skin of Lupin's scrotum. Oh, yes, sometime he would like to truss Lupin in supple black leather. That would be a rare sight -- but it would have to wait for another day. He considered whether he could take being fucked by Lupin twice in such a short span, and decided that the discomfort would be greater than the pleasure. Instead he turned his body around. Lupin had indeed Scourgified himself, so Snape licked delicately across the soft skin of Lupin's cock-head, tasting just the first hint of fluid in the slit. No scars here. He took just the head in his mouth and sucked more firmly.
"Severus..." Lupin clutched at Snape's hips, and a wet tongue touched his still-soft prick, which gave a faint shiver but was not quite recovered enough to become erect. Which was just as well; it prevented Snape from becoming too distracted as he brought Lupin to full hardness with his lips and tongue. The hair that surrounded Lupin's cock was turning gray, like the hair on Lupin's head, yet his metabolism gave him the responsiveness of a much younger man.
Snape wondered what the wolf's cock looked like -- how large it was, whether it was covered in a furry sheath like a dog's when it wasn't erect -- then felt embarrassed for thinking about it and relieved that there was no Legilimency between them now. His own cock had inexplicably hardened at the thought and was nudging back at Lupin's teasing tongue. He paused to push a few strands of lank hair out of his eyes before leaning forward again and taking as much as he could of Lupin's cock into his mouth. When he let his teeth scrape lightly along the shaft, he felt Lupin shudder, trying to thrust but incapable at that angle.
Then Lupin licked at him, lapping almost -- like a wolf, Snape thought, and again felt a frisson of excitement at the idea. He squirmed a little closer and nudged behind Lupin's balls, tickling the skin there. Lupin raised his leg a bit, wordlessly inviting Snape to go further, his tongue still bathing Snape's cock. Snape sucked on a finger, wetting it, then felt over the puckered entrance and wriggled his fingertip inside. He remembered how tight and hot Lupin had been last night, and his prick stiffened a little more.
He could feel Lupin pushing down against him, coaxing him in deeper, reaching back with one hand to pull himself more widely open. After a moment of nudging with his finger at the awkward angle, Snape withdrew it, reluctantly pulling back from Lupin's tongue as well. "Do you want..."
"Yes." Rolling onto his belly, Lupin lifted his hips in the air. It was a shame, thought Snape, that they had no access to any lubrication beyond a charm or their own bodily fluids in this hotel; saliva wasn't really sufficient for repeated activity, while charms made things almost too easy, eliminating the slow and careful build-up while reveling in anticipation. He cast the charm, hearing Lupin's soft moan, and felt his finger slide easily where it had been straining a moment before. "Yes," Lupin breathed again, wriggling.
Even with a charm, though, there was no need to rush things. Snape crooked his finger, searching for Lupin's prostate, and knew he had brushed over it when Lupin gave a muffled cry into the pillow. Gently he rubbed over the spot, enjoying the sounds of needy pleasure that Lupin made as he moved. He added a second finger and started to stretch out the passage, using his other hand to toy with his own cock in the meantime. When he was up to four fingers and considering whether he should go ahead and fuck Lupin now, the other man begged, "More, please."
Snape was a little startled. Surely it had been as long for Lupin as for himself? He didn't want to injure him; but he kept his nails closely trimmed, so he wouldn't be likely to scratch Lupin inadvertently. And the idea of having his entire hand in Lupin's arse... oh, by Pan's horns, that was alluring. "Are you sure?"
"I rinsed out before I came here." Snape blinked in astonishment -- had Lupin actually brought an enema bag with him to the conference? "Just in case. Please."
Tucking his thumb tightly against his palm, Snape pressed his fingers together and repeated the lubrication charm. He was nervous -- more nervous than Lupin, he suspected, for Lupin had continued to whisper "Please," knees pushing up beneath his body. Looking down, he could see Lupin stretched what seemed impossibly around his hand as the knuckles disappeared, then the entrance clamped hard and fast around the wrist. He groaned, shuddering, as his fingers curled into a fist deep inside Lupin, who was crying out loudly and stroking himself.
"Oh god -- Severus," Lupin choked as Snape moved. There was a kind of dizzying power in it, bringing Lupin to this height of pleasure. He knew, remembered, what it felt like, the sensation of almost more fullness than seemed possible, the intimacy of someone moving inside you, more than just fucking. If he could only...
"Remus, look at me." Lupin's head turned to his left, and Snape leaned slightly to capture his gaze. Memories seared through him, of the first time that Lupin had tried this, pain/pleasure/pain, but the pleasure great enough to make the pain worthwhile... with a snarl he recognized Sirius Black as Lupin's partner and was determined to make tonight's experience overshadow that memory. He fed back to Lupin a fantasy of himself being fisted by Lupin, the intolerable climbing bliss he would feel, and felt rather than heard Lupin's howl.
Lupin's entire arse convulsed in orgasm as his prick spurted in his hand onto the sheets. Still sharing his thoughts and sensations, Snape felt his own rigid prick spasm and grabbed it at the base to keep himself from ejaculating. He waited for Lupin's breathing to slow, then felt sudden pressure as Lupin pushed down on his hand, instinctively trying to clear the hypersensitive passage.
"Slowly," Snape murmured, though he wanted it over quickly, so that he could attend to his own aching erection. "Take a deep breath." Unclenching the fist, he carefully unfolded his fingers and eased them out with small twisting motions. Lupin was whimpering as much in discomfort as pleasure, overstimulated, but he let out a great sigh as Snape's fingers pulled clear of his body and turned, trembling.
"Thank you. Oh god, Severus." Snape's arms went around him almost without thinking; he was less focused on Lupin's need for contact and more on his own need to come. "Here. Let me..."
It took only a few strokes with Lupin's hand around his own, fumbling between their bodies, before Snape spent, the white fluid erupting through their fingers and onto sweaty skin. "Remus," Snape murmured against Lupin's shoulder as he came down from the high of orgasm, and Lupin rubbed a sticky hand over Snape's back, still quivering himself.
"Yes, Severus. I'm not going anywhere." Snape could feel Lupin's lips move in a smile against his neck. "Although after that even a werewolf can't recover too quickly. That was..." He gave a little joyful chuckle. "That was more than I could have hoped for. I won't even ask you where you learned to do that, shall I?"
"You probably wouldn't like the answer," Snape said wryly. "And it scarcely matters now anyway."
"I want to know your stories. And I'll tell you mine, if you wish." Lupin was surely aware of what Snape had seen in his mind while his fingers were buried inside Lupin's body, no matter how distracted he might have been. "But not tonight... we'll have time."
"Yes," Snape agreed, and then, unsure of the words, "You'll stay, tonight?"
"Of course I will." Lupin yawned against his shoulder, the muscles in his jaw pressing uncomfortably yet somehow in a very welcome manner. "And tomorrow... we'll be free of the Dark Arts. Well, this conference, anyway."
Neither of them would ever really be free of the Dark Arts altogether, that was true, thought Snape. But perhaps now it would matter less. He surprised himself by saying, "I wouldn't have thought I would be sorry to leave here... and I'm not. Because you'll be at Hogwarts too."
"I will." Lupin's arm was warm around him. "Pleasant dreams, Severus."