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katekintail ([info]katekintail) wrote in [info]hp_may_madness,
@ 2014-05-29 19:55:00

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Entry tags:author: katekintail

FIC: Game of Letters 29
Title: Game of Letters 29
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200

Dear Moony,

You. Naturally, I thought of you. I thought of that one time we transfigured the bathtub of our old flat to be bigger and squeezed in together. Our limbs were tangled, but our skin was wet. We slipped and slid against each other like we were one. We were uncomfortable, cramped. At one point, I think my knee was in in your belly and your elbow clipped my nose. But it was worth it in the end. I thought of a lot of other things—of the velvety feel of you when I pull back the foreskin and run my tongue over your cock’s head then drag it down over your balls… of that scar on your side that’s in just the right place for me to caress as I slide into you… of the way it feels to hump you instead of a pillow. I’ve got a good imagination; after years in Azkaban, I’ve needed one.

But enough about me. What about me? I mean, what about my mission for you?

I want you to find a bath or a shower or a river—whatever you have. And I want you to wank underwater.

Do it,
Padfoot



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