lore (lore) wrote in love_lore, @ 2006-04-28 12:40:00 |
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Current mood: | all wet |
Current music: | Original of the Species - U2 |
Fic: Saving Water (Snape/Lupin, NC17/NWS)
Title: Saving Water
Author: lore
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus finds the shower already running....
Disclaimer: Not my characters; I'm just getting them wet.
Notes: ~1100 words. Set during OotP. PWP. Written as comment porn while tabiji worked on her art, Shower Sex, but before the rubber ducky appeared. ;) Art is Not Work Safe! Posted in response to lupin_snape's 2005 April Showers Challenge. Thanks to bell_witch for the beta on the original post! Feedback/comments/concrit/squee warmly welcomed.
Remus meant to back out of the room. Severus hadn't noticed him yet. No one need know he had walked in on Severus actually showering. But then he heard it - a moan. It took him a while to process the guttural sound, to get meaning from it, and then he heard it again.
"Lupin...Lupin."
Severus had been appearing more often at 12 Grimmauld Place, using part of the cellar for brewing potions he did not, for whatever reason, wish to make at Hogwarts. Remus could only guess that today's work had been particularly messy for the Potions master, because he had never known Severus to bathe at the house before.
Remus looked down - when had he decided to take his clothes off? It didn't matter. All that mattered was getting in the shower, pulling back the curtain silently, just enough so he could slip in without giving himself away with cooler air. Severus had practically invited him in, after all, and Remus had become increasingly aware of Severus since he began his frequent visits to headquarters.
Under the patter of the shower, he thought he could hear his name being whispered over and over. It was a powerful aphrodisiac. Severus had one arm braced against the wall, leaning forward, crowding over his cock while he stroked in a firm, efficient manner. Oh no, Remus thought, this will not do. Severus clearly needed his help.
Remus crept his arm around Severus' middle, grabbing and hauling him back against himself in a swift, undeniable movement. Severus gasped, struggling until Remus put his mouth close to Severus' ear, whispering, "Severus, it's me. Lupin."
Severus stilled. Remus could feel the other man's heart beating wildly, the tension coiled in Severus' limbs. Remus held still for an endless moment and then Severus dropped his head back against Remus' shoulder, his hand moving again, slower and tighter on his cock.
That was all the encouragement Remus needed to envelop Severus more securely, flattening his hand against Severus' chest, sliding his other hand easily down Severus' slick thigh. He wanted to touch, to do more, but Severus hadn't stopped touching himself yet. It was rather exciting, holding the man while he wanked, feeling the strain of his hips as they inched forward and back with his hand - pushing his cleft against Remus' throbbing cock.
Remus lived and died with Severus' hips; breathed when he did, swallowed, groaned. He felt like he was being wanked by Severus, through Severus. He longed to grab the soap, lather them both and slip into Severus' body, but he didn't feel the tentative permission he had to be there extended that far. He could only dig his fingers into Severus' thigh as his hand sped up, breathing becoming more tortured.
Severus seemed to be getting lost in the act again, his head lolling back and forth along Remus' shoulder, driving him insane. Then he heard it again, Severus whimpering "Lupin" and Remus snapped - he had to move. He slipped his thigh between Severus' legs, pushing up and standing firm. Severus' balls rested against his skin, burning him with their tight heat. This new angle left Remus' prick against Severus' hip bone, and he couldn't resist pressing himself up and down along the ridged surface.
It turned competitive almost immediately, Remus riding Severus' back with abandon while Severus brought both hands between his legs, grasping at himself from root to tip. Severus was practically reclined, Remus had Severus pulled so tightly against him, both his hands having drifted upward. He rested the pad of his thumb near Severus' left nipple, close enough for their push and pull to cause it to slip up over the nub repeatedly.
Severus tossed his head again, so Remus tried pinching the wrinkled skin lightly, causing Severus to give a hoarse shout. The sound traveled straight to Remus' cock, which throbbed and surged against the hot, smooth skin it was trapped against. He wasn't going to last, wasn't going to win, but what a way to go with his arms full of a wet, writhing Severus Snape. He turned his face into Severus' neck, lips caressing the shell of his ear as he spoke one desire-laden word: "Severus."
That was all Severus needed - he strained forward, Remus' locked arms the only thing keeping him from pitching face-first into the shower wall. Severus snapped his hips into his hands one last time, a series of deep groans vibrating his chest against Remus' fingers. Remus could see creamy white fluid spattering the shower floor, water quickly swirling around it and carrying it away as Severus slowed, then stopped. Severus' hands fell away from his cock, one resting against the wall and the other on Remus' exposed thigh.
Finally, still breathing hard, Severus turned his head fully to gaze at Remus. The look on Severus' face, his jaw slack and eyelids drooping with lazy satiation, was enough to make Remus catch his breath. The very idea that he helped the normally tightly wound Severus Snape come undone was enough to send Remus' passion spiraling over the edge, shouting his own release. His hips pushed Severus up, up, up until he was spent and panting as well. He had coated Severus' lower back with his come, but steam and heat sent it immediately sliding down Severus' cleft.
Remus dropped his head onto Severus' shoulder, giving the skin a tender nip, afraid a kiss would break the spell between them. As the shower erased all evidence of the encounter, they continued to stand there, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Remus fought the urge to tense up, to relax his grip, to move, to speak, to anything. He had finally gotten past Severus' natural defenses and he didn't want to lose the moment, afraid Severus would immediately try to write the encounter off as an aberration.
The water ran cold soon enough, Severus moving forward and Remus letting him, arms falling helplessly to his sides. He leaned back against the shower wall, crossing his ankles, unashamed and willing to make himself as vulnerable to Severus as Severus had just been to him. Severus shut off the water and turned.
"Well?"
Remus swallowed hard, Severus' face betraying nothing - not acceptance, nor disgust; pleasure or pain. "Well, what, Severus?"
"Are you going to get us towels, you daft prat?! It's bloody cold in here!"
Remus doubled over, letting out a breathy laugh as he answered, "Yes, Severus!"
Climbing out and fetching them both towels, Remus refused to let Severus dry himself off, enduring much half-hearted grumbling in the process of slowly rubbing Severus dry.
Hours later they were back in the bathroom again, sticky from head to toe and ready for another long, hot shower.
-fin-
love, lore
x-posted: Lupin_Snape, Pervy_Werewolf, Remus_Centric, _lore, my GJ