Helium Raven (severity_softly) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-12 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: severity_softly, kink: first time, kink: oral sex, remus/peter pettigrew |
LMOM: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 12/31 (Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus)
Title: An Intimate Alliance of Contradictions, part 12/31 (I hope)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing (this part): Remus/Peter
Characters/Pairing (overall fic): Remus/Peter, Remus/Severus
Summary: "It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation." ~ Joseph Conrad
Kinks/Warnings: oral, first time (first time giving oral, and first time penetration)
Overall warnings: Angst
Challenge: LMOM '08, day twelve
Word Count: 2900-ish
Notes: This part is set in 7th year. I plan to span 7th year to POA, and keep this canon compliant. Thanks so so much to innerslytherin and mnemosyne_1 for the beta-reading! Without them this evening, Remus would have been sporting a brass instrument in his pants. :)
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Mutually beneficial. Later Remus had wanted to tell Peter to fuck Mutually Beneficial. He was already getting Mutually Beneficial, and he wasn't even convinced it could work between friends. Surely James and Sirius would notice. He'd decided to tell Peter just that, without mentioning his other... arrangement, but then a few days later, Peter crawled into his bed at two in the morning and snogged him and touched him until Remus forgot that Mutually Beneficial wasn't what he wanted anymore.
Peter had gone a little strange when they were around other people again, sitting too far away, looking away from Remus a little too quickly, but after a few more uncomfortable rounds of rubbing against Remus while Remus rubbed back, Peter had eventually become an eager lover, in the sense that he had taken a keen interest in letting Remus touch him. Remus supposed, given Peter's virginity and previous level of repression, that was to be expected. Peter did not, however, take to reciprocating very quickly. He'd ask for a suck and Remus would do it happily and wank himself, or he'd ask for Remus to kiss him and wank him and Remus would frot against the bed. Remus wasn't sure what the root of Peter's behaviour was: nervousness, seeing as how Peter still claimed he wasn't gay, or selfishness. Remus loved all his friends, but he wasn't blind to their faults. Selfishness was one of Peter's biggest faults, right along with his desire for people to pay attention to him. Remus was lavishing attention on long-neglected parts of Peter's body, as well as Peter's ego, when they were alone.
Unlike his arrangement with Severus, calling the arrangement that developed between Remus and Peter "mutually beneficial" was actually a bit of a misnomer.
Still, Peter slipped into his bed about twice a week, and Remus did enjoy touching Peter. He liked watching Peter go from nervously giggling to wantonly squirming under Remus' mouth. Peter was becoming a better and better kisser too, and he was a nice contrast to Severus, when Remus allowed himself to compare the two. Peter was sweetly awkward where Severus was demanding and so bloody sexy.
It took a good month before Peter stopped looking dubious upon climbing into Remus' bed. And it took about that long for Remus to be bothered that Peter wasn't returning as much as Remus was giving. He enjoyed making Peter happy, but he supposed somewhere in his mind, he'd decided Peter's comfort level should have improved a lot in that amount of time. He enjoyed pleasing Peter, but not so much that he was going to just be Peter's personal sex toy in this so-called "mutually" beneficial relationship, and it was clear that Remus was going to have to push a little.
They never talked about it, but Peter seemed to come on regular days, usually Wednesdays and Fridays. Remus didn't know why, but when he heard Peter pull his curtains open and stalk across the room one Friday night, he wasn't surprised. Peter climbed onto the bed on his knees and closed the curtain, and Remus set up a silencing spell.
"How did you do on your potions exam?" Remus asked softly, stroking his fingers through Peter's hair once he laid down next to him.
"Probably about as dreadful as you did," Peter murmured, leaning in and kissing Remus.
Remus grinned against Peter's lips. "If Sluggy would stop playing favourites, I'd be brilliant in it," he said. He tried not to think of the other reason potions classes distracted him, and slid his tongue into Peter's mouth.
"If you'd start paying attention..." Peter countered, shifting closer until their bodies were touching.
Peter was already hard, which was expected, even if Remus was only just getting there. Remus wondered sometimes if Peter got hard just thinking about doing this before he crossed the room. Remus slid his hand down Peter's side and under Peter's shirt. "There's only so much I can ignore. Still Sluggy's fault."
"Oh, right, you're brilliant in everything else and you have to be a poor sport about the one thing you're not," Peter goaded, even as his breath started to hitch at the way Remus was tracing shapes on his stomach.
"Don't be bitter because I don't let you cheat off me." Remus smiled against Peter's jaw, then nipped at it, and caught Peter's mouth in a kiss. He slid his tongue along Peter's, enjoying the slightly sweet taste that meant Peter had probably eaten more rice pudding with his dinner than he should have. It was wonderful, how good kissing felt. He didn't get a lot of it from Severus.
He slid their bodies together as they kissed, shifting his now-hard cock against Peter's and drawing out the kiss until they were both breathless.
"Bitter," Peter breathed finally, as Remus divested them both of their shirts.
"Yes, bitter," he said, pressing Peter back into the bed and rubbing his length against Peter.
Peter gasped and arched up against Remus' hips, his hands pulling Remus down. "Will you suck me?" he asked.
Remus held in a sigh, and nuzzled Peter's neck. "Yes. I'll do more than that."
"More than--"
"I'll make you feel better than you ever have before," Remus promised, kissing Peter's jaw and curling his fingers against Peter's hips. He rocked down again, a shallow thrust that made Peter cry out with need and their pyjamas bunch between them.
"H-how?" Peter asked.
Remus pulled back a little and looked a Peter, his eyes traveling Peter's face. Peter looked so innocent sometimes, even though Remus had known Peter for years and knew Peter had his own demons. But there was still a sweet side to Peter that Remus wasn't sure he'd seen in anyone else he knew since they were still children. "Do you trust me?"
Peter's expression clouded over for a minute, and he looked warily up at Remus. "I--" Peter snapped his mouth shut, then nodded.
Remus smiled, then rolled off of Peter and onto his back. "Could you maybe suck me first?"
Peter watched him roll away, his eyes going a little wide in surprise, and then his jaw fell open at what Remus asked. He stared for a moment, his eyes searching Remus' face, then roaming down his body to the bulge in Remus' pyjamas. Peter bit his lip. "I've never..."
"I know," Remus whispered. He pulled Peter toward him and kissed him again, and Peter followed his tug and splayed his fingers over Remus' chest. They kissed for a while, and Remus relished the way Peter's body went from taut to melty again. "I want you to. You're a very good kisser," Remus said, and a smile bloomed on Peter's face.
"Thanks," Peter said. "Um, can I take my pants off too?"
Remus grinned. "I was hoping you would."
Something funny flashed across Peter's face. That happened sometimes, when Remus said things like that, when he wanted to look at Peter. Remus didn't know if that was because Peter didn't think he was much to look at, or if things like that suddenly reminded Peter that they were, in fact, both quite gay.
Remus ignored it, and started to push his own pyjamas and pants off. Peter followed his lead and did the same, then shifted down the mattress. He'd kissed Remus' chest before, and Remus was hoping for more foreplay, but Peter was noticeably nervous now. He settled on his knees between Remus' legs and tentatively ran his knuckles along Remus' shaft.
Remus' eyes fluttered shut. It wasn't much, really, but it was Peter touching him, and Remus wanted more.
"It's bigger than my mouth," Peter murmured.
Remus' lips curled. "Yours's bigger than my mouth too."
"Yours is bigger than mine," Peter pressed, but then his hand curled around Remus' cock.
"Longer, not thicker."
"You compared?!" Peter blurted.
"You did too, didn't you?" Remus cracked his eyes open in time to see him blush, and then closed them again and whimpered as Peter started to hesitantly stroke him.
Peter continued his hesitant movement for a few more pulls, then whispered, "How do you not choke?"
Remus reached down and laced his fingers with Peter's, stroking with him, mostly because he thought it might calm Peter. "You don't have to take me too deep," he managed to breath.
"What if I'm bad at it?"
Remus thought there was something in Peter's tone that implied Peter wasn't sure he wanted to be good at sucking Remus. Remus opened his eyes and looked at Peter, then dropped his hand from his cock and held it out to Peter. "Come here." Peter moved quickly over Remus and kissed him, and Remus sighed at the feel of Peter's body fully naked against his own. "You won't be bad," he promised, and kissed Peter again. "You don't have to do it at all, but I love the way your lips feel on me. I wish you did it more," he murmured. Peter drew a deep breath, and returned the kiss more enthusiastically this time.
When he moved away, he kissed Remus' neck and chest too. He settled again between Remus' knees, and his hand was a little more firm on Remus' cock this time. Remus hummed his approval and Peter started to stroke slowly, his hand moving easily over skin, squeezing a little just under the head. Remus let out a breathy sort of noise and shifted a little, widening his legs a bit. Peter seemed to take that as the invitation it was, because his hand slowed and the bed dipped strangely, and then Peter's lips were on his cock.
It was so sweet it made Remus' heart melt, the way Peter just sort of kissed the head, his lips mostly closed. It felt oddly good though, and Remus thought that mostly had to do with the fact that Peter was doing it at all. "Pete," he whispered, and reached down to stroke Peter's cheek. "Thank you."
Remus' eyes were closed, but he could feel Peter's smile against his hand, and then Peter dragged the flat of his tongue over the head of Remus' cock. Remus made a strangled noise and fought the way his hips wanted to jerk and push up into the moist heat. The dampness on the head of his prick cooled in the air and then Peter did it again. And again. And then Peter's hand started to move again.
"God, Peter," Remus gasped, because it wasn't perfect, but it was teasing enough to get Remus worked up, the flat of Peter's tongue dragging over him like that. Peter wasn't truly sucking him, but a moment later he closed his mouth around just the head of Remus' cock and swirled his tongue around it, like Remus had done to him many times. "Ohhh, yes!" Remus opened his eyes to watch, wanting to see Peter's head bent over his prick, working to get him off, but when he looked down, Peter was staring at Remus' face. There was a fascination there, mixed with hunger, but when their eyes met, Peter looked away quickly and faltered over his cock. Remus closed his eyes and dropped his head back again.
"Feels so good," Remus whispered, stroking Peter's cheek again. After a moment, Peter responded, taking Remus into his mouth again, sucking lightly around the head. "More," Remus encouraged, but Peter made a funny sort of squeak, and Remus decided not to push. This was a good start and it certainly felt good. The teasing sensation of it left Remus? just on the edge of pleasure, and then Peter's hand started to moved again.
Remus moaned and his toes curled into the sheets, his fingers going into Peter's hair. It took a lot longer before Remus reached orgasm than it usually did with Severus, but there was also something nice about that. There was something more methodical and thoughtful in that. It left Remus open to think about what was happening and how amazing it was, how much he cared for Peter. When orgasm overwhelmed him, he came over Peter's hand, calling out his name, then slumped back to the bed.
He'd warned Peter first and Peter had pulled away, and when Remus opened his eyes finally, Peter was sitting on his heels, letting his eyes travel Remus' body, the way he was slumped there, relaxed and content. "Brilliant, Pete," Remus whispered, and Peter's eyes flicked back up to Remus' for a moment before he moved to lay down next to Remus again. Remus rolled his head to the side and looked at Peter from under his lashes, still catching his breath.
Peter was looking at him now with this strange combination of awe and expectation. Remus grinned and pressed Peter back against the bed and moved between Peter's legs. He leaned down and took Peter's cock in his mouth without preamble, knowing how long Peter had been hard now and that he was probably aching. Peter gasped and then fisted his hand in Remus' hair. "Oh, Moony," he moaned, but then tensed when Remus brushed his fingers over his entrance. "I don't--!" he gasped, and Remus pulled away and interrupted him.
"Just my finger, and I'll use lube, and I promise if you don't like it, I'll stop." Peter stared at him. "You said you trusted me." There were moments that Remus felt a little like he might be taking advantage of Peter, given the obvious discrepancies in their experience and levels of comfort, but then he'd think that Peter was anything but innocent in reality, and Remus really cared for Peter. It was better for Peter to do these things with someone who cared, than do them for the first time with someone who might not be so patient and would possibly ruin the whole experience for Peter. Remus supposed he only really felt guilty because he thought that it would be better if they were in a real romantic relationship.
Remus' heart tugged at that thought, but he brushed his fingers over Peter's arse again. Peter closed his eyes and nodded, but his breathing had gone shallow. It only took a few swipes of Remus' tongue over Peter's cock to get Peter sprawled open for Remus again, and Remus moved slow, loving the way he could take Peter apart like this, and making sure Peter didn't get too close to coming. Once he was sure Peter's mind was back on the way Remus' lips were playing him, Remus did a lubrication spell that made Peter hiss.
"S-slow," Peter panted, and Remus nodded around his cock before pressing his finger inside of Peter. Peter choked out a funny noise, clenching tightly around him, but didn't complain.
Remus worked the tip of his finger in a circular motion, trying to get the tight ring of muscle to release its tension, while he told his body not to become excited again. Severus never let him take. Remus had done it before, but it had been some time, and feeling that clench around his finger was starting to make him hungry for it. God, he wanted to fuck Peter. He'd thought it before, but now he had to force his urges aside in order not to do anything stupid that might hurt Peter.
When Remus felt Peter's body finally give, Peter was whimpering and pulling Remus' hair as Remus continued to suck him. Remus pushed his finger in a little more, to the first knuckle.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Peter whined, but it sounded more needy than not. "Remus, God, you have-- fuck!"
Remus tried not to snort around Peter's cock, but his lips curled up anyway, and he slid his finger in deeper, moving as slowly as he could. Peter moaned again, this time a low, scratchy sound that drew out until Remus' finger was fully inside him. Remus could see the beads of sweat that had broken on Peter's brow, but Peter just lay there panting. "Burns," he whined.
Remus pulled off Peter's cock again. "Bad?"
Peter panted. "N-no," he said after a pause.
Remus nodded, then licked over the head of Peter's cock, watching as his breath just went wilder, then he crooked his finger inside of Peter, seeking out that spot to make Peter scream.
"Oh my God," Peter breathed, wriggling a little, but Remus knew that was just at the new sensation of movement, and then a moment later: "OH FUCK! FUCK, MOOOONY!"
Peter's hips jerked a few times, thrusting into Remus' mouth, and then Peter was coming with a force Remus had never seen him come with before, twisting and spasming wildly. Remus pulled his finger out to avoid awkwardness when Peter was relaxed again, and when Peter did collapse, he was still moaning with residual pleasure.
Remus smiled and moved up to nuzzle Peter's neck while Peter was still too dead with orgasm to respond, then, for the first time, he wrapped an arm and a leg around Peter and snuggled up at his side. "I told you you would like it," he breathed, kissing Peter's neck.
Peter smiled lazily and didn't pull away.
Part 13