pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-13 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: sounding, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #13 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #13: Crowley
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Sirius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): Sounding
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 745
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.
Scentillation(Revisited) #13: Crowley
Sirius stretched out on his back on the bed, his lithe body rising up in an elegant arch. He swept his hand over the dark green sheets, feeling the smoothness of the satin under his hands. His fingers traced the whorls and grooves of the nearly black design woven into them. He knew these sheets, knew the way they felt under his naked body, knew what the snakeskin pattern on them looked like between the fringe of his lashes and the long fall of his hair. He knew- and he remembered.
His lips were soft and full as they trailed down Sirius' chest. They paused at his navel, tongue dipping in momentarily, and Sirius laughed.
“Stop tickling and get on with it, prat.”
“Boss, boss, boss.”
Sirius would have responded to that but his cock was sucked into the tight heat of an eager mouth, experienced tongue fluttering just there, and Sirius moaned instead of speaking. When his balls were cupped and squeezed and stroked, Sirius clenched his fingers tightly into the sheets he was laying on, wrinkling the perfectly smooth material in one quivering moment. The pristine cleanliness lasted a little longer.
Exhaling a breath of nostalgic laughter, Sirius shook his head at the memories as his cock was taken into Remus' hand.
“Something you wish to share with the rest of the class?” Remus asked, lips quirked in amusement.
“No thank you, Professor Lupin,” Sirius smiled down at him even as he rolled his eyes.
Remus' expression was blatantly skeptical, one eyebrow raised up at this, but he carried on with his task. He lifted up the narrow metal rod, already slicked with lubricant, and rubbed the small bulbous tip over the slit of Sirius' cock.
Sirius' eyelids slid partially closed at the touch, and the anticipation of what was about to come, the dark length of his lashes drifting over his eyes as Remus teased him with the cool smoothness. It barely dipped into him, then slipped back out again.
“Moony,” Sirius breathed out, savouring the name on his lips. “God that feels good.”
Remus nodded, holding Sirius' cock steady as he circled the lubed tip of the rod over the tip of his cock, pressing it between his foreskin and the head of his cock. He drew it slowly around it, stretching the thin skin out as he did, before bringing it back against the slit again.
“Ready, Padfoot?”
“Yes- God, yes. Do it, Moony,” Sirius' toes curled to his feet, muscles in his legs bunching and clenching as he held perfectly, ridiculously still.
Giving one snug stroke of Sirius' cock, Remus waited for a few moments, making Sirius tremble in needy expectation. Then he gave it a slight push, nudging it down the first few millimeters into his cock. He locked his eyes on Sirius' face then eased the pressure of his fingers back from the sound, letting the weight of it sink itself down, slowly, so slowly down. The sheen of lubricated metal disappeared millimeter by gradual millimeter. As it Sirius groaned deep in his chest, Remus rolled the metal rod lightly between thumb and forefinger, twisting it inside his cock as it descended. Every time they did this was as though this sensation was new to Sirius, the electric thrill of it going to his stomach and to his balls as he was filled, stretched from the inside out.
Remus slowly withdrew it until it was nearly free of his cock; and Sirius hissed and fisted his hands in the sheets, pulling at them in an attempt to ground himself before Remus let the sound sink back in.
When it was Remus above him, Remus touching him, Remus making his whole body tremble and burn, Remus touching him in ways that only he had; it stopped mattering that he was a prisoner in the arctic hell of his childhood home, that the memories of his dead brother had been haunting him for weeks until he sat on the edge of this bed lost and hard, that the touch of the snake skin sheets made him remember the touch of Regulus' mouth and the scent of his skin.
All of that was gone as the sound pressed farther, deeper inside his cock. The memories disappeared, the demons defeated, and all he knew was heat and pleasure and Remus. And it was all he wanted.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to red_squared for this one.