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katekintail ([info]katekintail) wrote in [info]hp_may_madness,
@ 2014-05-15 21:58:00

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Entry tags:author: katekintail

FIC: Game of Letters 15
Title: Game of Letters 15
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200

Severus,

Twice now I’ve had my cock in your fine arse. I think that entitles us to be on a first name basis with each other, don’t you? Please call me Remus, won’t you?

I have placed a charm on this letter so that it will go blank if anyone but you reads it, so I am not worried about the letter being intercepted by students or staff, be they well-meaning or nosy. I notice, however, that you took no such precaution and in the same letter during which time you berated me for disclosure you yourself made mention of my furry little problem. I don’t know whether to consider that intentionally cruel or carelessly neglectful.

I suppose that should color my decision to have you again. But every time I pick up this green quill I cannot help but feel a stirring. I clearly cannot use that pen for grading. So I must put it to good use penning something else, such as these letters to you.

Each scratch of the quill upon parchment heats me up. Each completed word makes my cock twitch. Each finished sentence makes me leak.

A question… what are you doing tonight?

Sincerely,
Remus



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