little_iago (little_iago) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2009-01-09 23:36:00 |
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Title: Pluck & Vigor
Author: little_iago
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Aging
Word Count: 350
Summary: Sex, snark, and grey hairs.
Warnings: innuendo/language/shamefully unbetaed.
"There’s another one."
"Another what, Lupin?"
"Grey hair."
Snape sighed. "Leave it to a Gryffindor to interrupt a perfectly pleasant post-coital scalp rub with age jokes."
"Who’s joking, Severus? Oh look…," he mocked, gently tugging at a new strand. "That makes for twenty-eight."
"You’re counting them too?"
"I wonder if there are forty-nine."
"Has anyone told you lately how insufferable you are?" Snape huffed, and he would have punctuated the remark with an elbow to Lupin’s ribs had it not been for the fact that a well-shagged werewolf made for a rather comfortable recliner.
"Well,” said Lupin, “ You still have a lot of color left…for a man of your age."
"Says the man who started greying at sixteen."
Lupin ignored him. "Not long now until the liver spots appear, along with the achy muscles, the creaky knees, the crows’ feet, the early turn-ins, a cupboard full of Gully Gill’s Jaunty Joints Tincture—"
"Codswallup!" said Snape. "Like I would ever sully my home with anything less than my own personal brews."
"Of course," purred Lupin, combing his fingers through the lanky strands, "I could pluck the offending hairs for you. Allow you to desperately cling to the fading blossom of youth for a few months longer."
"I’m not so old, Lupin, that I could not flip you over that sofa and fuck you three ways from Sunday...again."
"Oh, so there's still some vigor left in this ol' Slytherin," Lupin beamed and wrapped his legs tighter about Snape’s middle, "But you really should be taking it easy these days. Wouldn’t want you throwing your back out."
Snape briefly contemplated the number of moves it would take to throw a grown werewolf over the sofa without actually wrenching his spine in the process. "Need I remind you, Dear Lupin, that I am a mere two months older than you?"
"Mmmm, which means," said Lupin, bending down to kiss the shell of Snape’s ear, "that I will always be your younger lover."
"Lupin…" Snape warned.
"Your younger, illicit lover—OW!"
Snape held Lupin’s freshly plucked leg hair between his fingers and grinned. "It was grey."