LMOM #14: How to Ease a Werewolf's Suffering [Remus/Severus, R] Title: How to Ease a Werewolf's Suffering Rating: R Word Count: 674 Pairing: Remus/Severus Kinks: biting, rough sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#14) Notes: Not as graphic as I wanted it to be, but the idea came late, and I had to rush to meet the deadline. I ALMOST didn't make it!
The days before the full moon were the worst for Remus. Worse than the days of, actually. He was long used to the idea that the day of the full moon he was going to suffer. His muscles had begun to ache, he was over-sensitive, and he couldn't hold down food due to the impending change. The day before, however, he was rock hard and ready to bugger anything that moved. Normally, this wasn't a problem. He'd call into whatever job he had, assuming he had one, lock himself into his flat, and wank until it hurt.
But this time... this time... he had classes to teach and duties to perform and potions masters to glare at and fantasize about. It was all Severus' fault, really, for walking around with a giant chip on his shoulder. It made Remus want to smack him around, tell him to grow up, and proceed to fuck him senseless. There was something about Severus' sarcasm and sultry voice that hit all of Remus' buttons. It made the wolf howl and claw at his skin for release.
It made his already hard dick as hard as diamond.
He set his classes to work on easy assignments and let his mind wander. He was sure he had a vacant, sickly expression, but honestly, he didn't give a damn. After all, he was imagining what it would be like when Severus brought him his dose of Wolfsbane. How he would take the cup, letting their fingers touch, just barely. How he'd talk to him, try to engage in conversation, draw him into his web... and then pounce.
He'd lay Severus on the desk and take him hard and fast. He'd break down Severus' mask and make him scream. He'd feel those long legs wrapped around his waist, those elegant fingers tangled into his hair, pulling it, leaving gouges down his back. He shuddered as the bell for the end of his last class rang, barely remembering to call out a homework assignment.
Two hours. Just two hours until he saw Severus.
Severus knocked once on the door to his office and Remus called for him to come in, plastering a smile on his face. "Severus. It's good to see you," Remus said pleasantly.
Severus' eyes narrowed, his nose flaring slightly in the way that told Remus he was trying to hold back a snort of disgust... and disbelief. The wolf howled. It wanted to show Severus how good it was to see him. He set the goblet on the desk in front of Remus his dark eyes remaining closely guarded.
"I've no time for pleasantries, wolf," he snarled, his lip curling in a way that sent shivers down Remus' spine and straight into his cock. Moony snarled inside of him, baring his teeth, and aching to show Severus just who was in charge here.
Remus nodded once, wrapped his hand around the goblet and drank it all in one gulp. He flinched and sputtered. He couldn't help it. "As brilliant as you are," he began, wheezing softly, "I would think you would have found a way to make it taste better."
Severus harrumphed and collected the goblet, before crossing his arms. "And what makes you think I want to ease your suffering?"
Severus screamed as Remus pounded into him again and again and again. Severus could feel Remus' teeth on his shoulder, biting hard enough Remus just might break the skin if he just moved his head a bit. Severus let out a strangled groan and came, his release splashing between them, covering them both in a warm, sticky whiteness. His nails dug gouges into Remus' flesh, his long legs trembled around Remus' desk. He felt himself slide on the parchment which had been spread out on Remus' desk as the man collapsed on top of him, filling Severus with his own release. He gasped for air raspily and managed a laugh. "On second thought, wolf, perhaps easing your suffering could be... mutually beneficial."