Omni (omni_sama) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-01-05 16:52:00 |
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Current mood: | thankful |
Entry tags: | fic: nc17 |
Thank You fic for ALL the Snusa mods/vols!
First! A note!
Originally, I intended to do a ficlet for each helpful Snusa mod/volunteer. However, I'm currently waaaay out of state, staying at a hotel until the 15th, and have reliable access only to a laptop that has a virus which regenerates continuously as long as I'm online. Except for this moment as I post this, I've been relying mostly on my iPhone as a means of accessing the net and reading entries (which is also why I'm horrendously behind on commenting on all the Snusa stories). So! Here's something which is a bit longer than a ficlet, and I present it to all of the Snusa team. If any of you feel short changed and would like an individually-catered ficlet (or art or something), let me know. You'll just probably get it sometime after the 15th. ;)
Rating: NC-17 (totally very much NOT WORK SAFE)
Warnings: Bondage, little bit of spanking, talk of prostitution, no beta
Summary: Ah...how does one summarize a PWP? Cliche of Remus finding a less *ahem* reputable method of earning money.
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE HARD WORK!
Remus shuddered as the door opened, disturbing the calm air of the small room. Soft footsteps tapped along the polished floor behind him, and he tried to relax his tense shoulders. Even though the blindfold was already blocking his vision, he closed his eyes.
He reminded himself that this was what he’d been training for, that he was ready, that the company screened all their clients. That he’d be safe.
A calloused hand ran possessively along his bare back, and he couldn’t help but shudder again. The client had requested him specifically, despite this being Remus’ first assignment. Evidently, the client was not concerned about the inexperience. Surprisingly enough, he also hadn’t been repulsed by the scars when shown Remus’ photograph. Remus felt warm fingers play along a patch of scars on his side, and he wondered if the client was changing his mind.
Everything was just as the client had requested: Remus was blindfolded and bound nude over a padded stand designed specifically for that purpose. A small, cushioned section supported his chest while a slightly higher area kept his hips raised at a tantalizing angle.
The fingers left their exploration of Remus’ scars, and danced teasingly down his spine until they reached his arse. Not a word was said, and the silence was starting to unnerve Remus a bit. If only he could get some sort of sign—some indication that the client was satisfied or displeased.
Without warning, the hand lifted and then came down with a loud slap. Remus gasped more out of surprise than pain, but each subsequent spank had his gasps slowly morphing into moans. The chains of his bonds clinked softly as he rocked into the relentless slaps, curving his back to try to raise his arse higher.
The client chuckled, and it was a low, throaty sound that had Remus’ already hard cock twitch. God, that voice…it reminded him so much of… Impossible! It would never be him. There was just no way in hell that Severus Snape would be a patron of such an establishment. Still, there was no harm in imagining. If anything, it would probably help Remus to make the whole experience far more enjoyable. It’d be a bit like enacting one of his fantasies, really.
When the spanking stopped, the client moved both hands to Remus’ arse, kneading the cheeks firmly so that the abused skin tingled wonderfully. He felt a trill of magic, and then the familiar slickness of a lubrication spell. Still kneading Remus’ cheeks, the client brushed his thumbs against the now-slick entrance, only providing teasing touches. Remus shamelessly whimpered in request for more, which earned him another quick spank before the blessed feel of a single long finger pressing its way inside. More fingers soon joined, and the client seemed content to fuck Remus in that manner for a while, as if waiting to see when Remus’ frustration would press him to seek more.
“Please,” he finally whispered, doing his best to rock onto the hand harder, needing a deeper touch.
Again the client chuckled, and he leaned over Remus to nibble at his captive’s ear. Remus felt the man’s robes brushing along his bare skin, and it made him squirm. “Impatient, are we, Lupin?”
Remus’ body tensed, and the breath stuttered out of his lungs. It was Severus. “Christ!” he gasped, hands fisting around the chains that bound him.
Lips brushed against Remus’ ear, and he could feel them pull into a grin. “Scared?”
“No.” As if to prove it, he rocked again onto Severus’ fingers. “Pleased.”
Severus stilled his hand, and the grin melted. “Liar.”
“Not lying. Fuck, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Severus’ warm body moved away, and his fingers pulled smoothly out of Remus. “So, this is what you’ve resorted to? Whoring yourself out to any wizard with enough coin, letting them tie you up and use you?” Footsteps indicated that Severus had moved to stand in front of Remus, and a deep inhalation through his nose let him know that the Potions Master was standing quite close. “Pleased? Don’t think you can fool me, Lupin; it’s quite obvious that it wouldn’t matter to you who I was.”
Remus opened his mouth to object, but Severus cut him off. “No. Don’t talk.” There was a rustle of cloth, and then something smooth and warm was sliding along Remus’ parted lips. “Suck. Come on, now; give me my money’s worth.”
Moaning deep in his throat, Remus parted his lips further and let Severus press inside. Fingers carded none-too-gently through his hair as he sucked, swirling his tongue expertly along the heated flesh. Eventually the fingers gripped his locks lightly, and Severus began to fuck his mouth in earnest. “That’s right,” Severus murmured, sounding slightly breathless. “Just take it.” When Remus moaned, Severus released a short, airless laugh. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? You honestly get off on having someone’s dick down your throat. It’s not enough, though, is it? I bet you wouldn’t be satisfied unless you were taken both ways at the same time.”
Remus moaned again at the thought and rubbed his neglected cock against the padding at his hips.
“I wonder what all those parents would have thought, if they’d known their children were being taught by such a filthy pervert.” The fingers gripping his hair tightened their hold even more, and the stinging sensation of it caught Lupin’s breath so that he nearly choked. Severus pulled out, and Remus coughed in his attempt to regain air. Remus’ hair was also released from its punishing grip, and he almost thought he felt the fingers caress his scalp as they left.
“Though, maybe you’d get lucky and draw the attention of some of the fathers.”
Severus walked back around behind Remus and placed one hand back on his arse, spreading his cheeks wide with thumb and forefinger. “I can just see it now—supposed ‘parent-teacher’ conferences between you and a few of the fathers. You on your hands and knees, letting them take turns at you.” Suddenly Severus was shoving into him, and Remus cried out from the pleasure that straddled the line with pain. Severus grunted, pausing in his words as he flexed his hips slowly. “I’d have speculated that perhaps you could take on more than one back here at a time, but Jesus, you’re tight.”
Slowly Severus started up a rhythm, and Remus was more than eager to help it along.
“Is it a charm?” Severus asked with a gasp on an inward thrust. “Too tight for a whore.”
“You’re my…first. Fuck! My first client.”
“Really?” Severus drew the word out into something like a delighted purr, his hips giving a quick, rough slam. “Could have fooled me, with that mouth of yours.” All of Severus’ thrusts started coming as hard slams that made Remus have to brace himself on the stand or else be crushed against it. “Just a slut, then, usually, I assume? Unless cocksucking is just a natural talent of yours.”
It was getting quite difficult for Remus to pay attention to Severus’ words, the man striking Remus’ prostate with each deliciously deep thrust. He wouldn’t allow himself to come, though, not until the client had been satisfied. Remus’ balls tightened, and the pressure of holding it in became nearly unbearable, and yet still Severus drove relentlessly into him. Just when he thought it would never end—something he both desired and dreaded—he felt Severus’ hips still and his cock pulse in release.
Severus leaned flush against Remus’ back for a moment, taking a few steadying breaths as he collected himself. Then, he was standing and stepping away, and Remus could hear muttered cleaning spells and the whisper of fabric. Pressed painfully against the padding, Remus’ cock throbbed in its plea for release. Still, Remus waited, knowing it was up to the client.
Warm breath at his ear again let Remus know that Severus must have stepped close and leaned down, though in a way which prevented any bodily contact. “I’m going to walk out of this room, now,” Severus said, and Remus held back his groan. “Once you hear the door close, I want you to remove the blindfold, take one of those large, lovely dildos from that table over there, and finish yourself off. I want you to watch yourself the entire time. Next time I see you, I want to be able to look into your eyes and watch you fuck yourself to completion. Understand?”
“Yes.” Remus could barely hear his own voice over his heavy panting.
“Good boy.” Severus touched Remus’ hand almost tenderly, and the shackles on his wrists and feet vanished without a sound. “See you soon.”
It took every bit of Remus’ control to hold still until he heard the door close. As he raised a shaking hand up to remove the blindfold, he wondered if he’d ever be able to obtain Severus as his exclusive patron.