katekintail (katekintail) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2012-05-22 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2012, author: katekintail, kink: non-con, kink: wanking, week prompt: guilty pleasure week |
FIC: Poppies (Sirius/Remus)
Title: Poppies
Pairing: Remus/Sirius implied? Unrequited? You decide
Prompt: Blue poppy
Kink: Wanking, Sneezekink
Warning: kind of a bit of non-con in a way
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world and I don't get paid
Word count: 799
Summary: Sirius finally gets some time alone.
Notes: Started during guilty pleasures week, hence the kinks
Poppies were funny flowers. Herbology class had been focusing on them this week. Historically, they symbolized magic. But they also symbolized eternal life, sacrifice, and sleep.
Maybe that was why Sirius was lying in his bed now with several poppies resting on his bare stomach. The petals had tickled when he placed them there, but now they were just soft reminders of earlier. Poppies symbolized imagination, fertility, and oblivion. These were three things of which Sirius Black thoroughly approved.
Sirius reached down and ran two fingers along the length of his cock. It leapt eagerly at his touch and he smiled, not the least bit surprised at how easy it was to get hard tonight.
Yellow poppies represented wealth and success. He couldn’t care less about that, so it was a good thing the poppies he had weren’t yellow.
His hand slid down, caressing his hot, velvety balls. He breathed out deeply, letting the little tingles of pleasure travel throughout his crotch and start to spread outward from there.
White poppies meant consolation and dreams. Sirius wasn’t so sure about the consolation part, but the dream parts sounded right up his alley. After the afternoon he’d had, however, he wouldn’t have to do much imagining.
Sirius wrapped his hand around his shaft and began pumping. Herbology class had been amazing. They had been studying magical versions of common flora and fauna—everything from sunflowers with heads that could be used in strengthening solutions to roses that literally sang when they had enough sunshine.
Red poppies, perhaps the best known variation, represented sacrifice and battle. It made Sirius think about the war, about how they could die at any moment and needed to live life while they could. Red also signified passion, and that was something near and dear to his heart.
The poppies on Sirius’ chest—the ones he had snuck into his bag during class—were blue. They were stunning, to be sure, but they had been much more than that. As the professor had gone on and on about the various uses of poppies as sleep enhancements or whatever, Sirius had noticed a change coming over Remus. Normally attentive, Remus kept inching back and glancing toward the door to the greenhouse. Finally, his body hadn’t been able to take it, and Remus had burst forth in a sneezing fit to end all sneezing fits.
It had been glorious. Remus had latched onto him, trying to hide behind Sirius, stifling a whole series of sneezes against Sirius’ back and shoulder before Remus realized the urge to sneeze was getting worse, not better. In that time, Sirius had needed to scoot his stool right under the worktable and drop his gloves onto his lap to hide the massive erection that would have revealed his favorite kink to the professor and half of his fellow seventh years.
As Remus pulled back, cupping both hands to his face, Sirius had turned to watch, his cock leaking just as much as Remus’ nose likely was. Helplessly, Remus had been tossed forward, sneezing nonstop as the pollen tickled and tormented him. The sneezes had been deliciously wet and satisfyingly strong, with the perfect amount of build-up—a gasp, rearing back, then snapping forth—allowing Sirius to get worked up anticipating and then relishing each.
They had been magnificent. Just the thought of them made Sirius’ cock hard now, turning dark with need. He had nearly had to excuse himself to the restroom then to wank, but had somehow helped poor sneezing Remus to the hospital wing instead. Sirius wasn’t sure how he had managed to last through the rest of the day, but now was his chance to find some release.
Now was his chance to fist his cock and fondle his balls, to remember how beautiful Remus had sounded and looked, to imagine the wetness against the back of his neck once again.
But it was then that the door to the dorm room banged open. In a flash, Sirius covered himself and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. James probably hadn’t bought that rubbish about him having a headache earlier, but all the Marauders were quiet as they got changed for bed.
Sirius felt his cock soften at the prospect of being found out, thwarted once again. But, through the gap between the hangings around his bed, Sirius could just make out Remus getting ready for bed. And Sirius knew it wouldn’t take long to work himself back up once Remus got settled in bed and those blue poppies secretly slipped under Remus’ pillow began to work their magic.
Poppies of various colors symbolized imagination, oblivious, pleasure, sacrifice, success, and so much more. But blue poppies… blue poppies meant a werewolf with a ticklish nose and the sexiest sneezes ever.