mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-13 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: frottage, remus/percy |
LMoM 13: Detention
Title: Detention
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): frottage
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~600
Summary: What was supposed to be a detention turns out to be anything but.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :* (and also edited as I totally copied the wrong header for today. Whoops)
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Remus picks his head up at the sound of a knock at the door. In peeks a red-head, pushing horn-rimmed glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. Percy looks out of place, like he's never been called in late for a detention. Hell, Remus wonders briefly if Percy has ever been given a detention during his seven years here at Hogwarts.
Given the look on his face, Remus has to assume the answer is a no.
"You wanted to see me?" he asks, closing the door behind him.
"You're not late," Remus replies, leaning back in his chair. "I didn't request to see you. You have detention."
Percy toes at the floor looking uncomfortable. Once more, he pushes his glasses up only to have them slide down his nose a second time. He seems to give up on keeping them where they belong and instead studies the floor in front of Remus's desk.
"I didn't want to make you come," Remus says, rising to his feet. "But you were acting out. Well... talking too much. You just should have let me talk and I would have answered your questions."
Percy scuffs the floor, sighing. "It wasn't that, Professor," Percy says, hiding a cough behind his hand. "I... wanted to see you?"
Remus blinks once, then twice. Suddenly, he has an idea of what Percy was implying.
"Do you... do you mean to say?" Remus asks softly, crossing in front of the desk to stand directly in front of him.
"Do I mean to say what?"
"Now you're just being evasive."
"I am not."
"Arguing with a professor?" Remus asks, arching an eyebrow.
Instead of answering, Percy slips a hand around the back of Remus's neck and pulls him down for a kiss. Remus is powerless to stop it and gives himself over to the kiss. Frankly, hit's more shock that moves him than anything. He stands there, mouth parting under Percy's insistent tongue. Remus is shocked, utterly, utterly shocked that Percy is this forceful.
Goes to show that one should never, ever count out those who seem like the quite, studious type. Hell, just look at him. Here he was, one who changed partners as often as one changes underwear -- and he would have been called the innocent type too.
Percy backs him against the desk, pushing his groin against Remus's. They move together, slowly rubbing, creating sinuous motion between them. Remus's breathing hitches and Percy's face is flushed. Some detention this is turning out to be.
The rut and rub, press and moan, circling higher and higher towards ultimate completion. Percy comes first with a soft cry, burying his face in the crook of Remus's neck to stifle his moans and cries. He keeps rubbing, keeps pushing, keeps moving Remus closer. The desk digs into his back but Remus doesn't care. There's a hardness in front of him and behind and within moments, Remus joins Percy.
Percy backs away innocently, his eyes flicking down to look at the twin wet spots on both of their trousers. Remus knows at least he is able to change his trousers. Percy isn't nearly as lucky.
"So... detention...?" Percy asks, batting his eyelashes at Remus.
"Yes, you have it tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir."