enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-15 22:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: sex in water, kink: sex toys, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/lily, remus/severus |
LMOM #15: Bath Time [Remus/Alone, NC-17]
Title: Bath Time
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1116
Pairing: Remus alone, Remus/Lily past implied, Remus/Severus past implied (and fantasizing)
Kinks: wanking , sex toys, sex in the water
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#15)
Remus groaned as he sunk into the tub of hot water. It was scalding, his skin turning pink from the heat, and it was just what he needed after the owl he just received. He needed it to wipe his mind clean, to melt the tension in his muscles, and unfreeze the fear in his brain.
He'd just about given up on society. He was content to live in Romania far away from the memories. To float from person to person with no attachments. But now, Dumbledore has owled him, requesting his help... and offering pay. Pay too good to turn down. Dumbledore told him he'd see Harry... and he should do this for James and Lily. Dumbledore thinks Voldemort has returned and Harry will have to face him alone. Harry can't do that. He's a child for bloody fuck's sake.
Remus sunk into the bath. It wasn't working. It wasn't making him forget. He needed to forget. To forget James and Lily, to forget Sirius and Peter... to forget Severus. But he couldn't. He couldn't forget.
He'd given up on women. At least having anything serious with them. He did that in 1978. Walking in on your girlfriend blowing your best friend will have that effect, though. He's sure Lily didn't mean to break his heart. How could she know he'd fallen for her so damn hard in two weeks? How could she know the secret he was keeping from her... the reason he wouldn't let her see him naked... was his attempt to protect her from the monster he really was? How could she know that Potter had been made Head Boy because he'd saved Snape from a transformed werewolf who masqueraded as human 29 days a month and not because he'd grown up and the professors were giving him a chance?
But it didn't make it hurt less. It didn't make him hate them less. It made him bitter and angry. Potter had everything. Everything: good looks, money, pure blood, and a ridiculous amount of power. And then... then he had the girl, too. James' apologies made it worse. Remus did what he always did; put on a fake smile after being angry a week, accepted the apologies and moved on.
He's given up on men, too. At least having a serious relationship with them. He did that in 1980. Of course, having someone who he loved who he thought he was just a plaything too walk in on him receiving a blow job from a random bloke from a pub would have that effect though. He really hadn't meant to break Severus' heart. They'd both attended the Potter wedding, in spite of the fact they'd both declined being in the wedding party. It hurt them both too much. They ended up at the same table at the reception, both of them gazing at Lily longingly and thinking of what might have been.
And then the next thing Remus knew, they were in the coat closet drunk and they were pressed against each other, naked and sweaty and groaning and coming. It was the closest he'd been to anyone. Severus cast a cleaning spell, pulled on his clothes and walked out without another word. But he came back. Again, and again, and again. He made Remus feel wanted. Remus fell in love. He was sure Severus was just in it for the sex. Which is why he didn't think Severus would pop over on his birthday with a surprise romantic dinner... one glance of Remus with his dick shoved down some random bloke's throat and Severus walked out of his life. And never came back.
And then there was war and death and he lost all his best friends.
Remus let a frustrated groan out. His bath wasn't working. Fucking bath. Fucking memories. This was going to take some desperate measures. He reached for his wand and cast a silent accio summoning the water proof vibrator he kept underneath the sink.
He dropped his wand to catch it. He slid down into the water, finally pushing the memories from his mind. His vibrator held magical powers like that... he was convinced of it. He turned the knob and the vibrator sprang to life humming at the highest speed. He planted his feet on the bottom of the tub and lifted his arse into the air, sliding it easily home. He didn't need preparation. The water was slick enough, and the vibrator wasn't that thick, and just long enough to reach - OH GOD, RIGHT THERE - his prostate.
His mostly flaccid cock sprang to life, and Remus lowered himself down slowly, sitting just so he could move his hips and cause the vibrator to move inside of him. He groaned and bit into his lip. The walls of this loft were too damn thin for him to get loud.
He reached for the water sprayer and turned it on high. Even though his apartment was ancient and falling apart, he wouldn't have traded it simply because of this sprayer attached to the tub. He slid it between his legs and tucked it under his balls. The water massaged his balls as the vibrator massaged his prostate. He bit his lip harder, muffling a deep moan. His eyes rolled back into his head, and for a moment, he thought he might come without even touching himself.
Remus grabbed his now throbbing cock, his hips undulating as he thrust into his hand. The water lapped at his skin, warm and soothing, as the vibrator moved against his prostate stoking an internal fire. He was panting, moaning, eyes clamped tight to block out everything around him. The sprayer sent beads of water pelting his bollocks, it reminded him of Severus' long fingers massaging him. In an instant it was Severus pounding into him, taking him, claiming him, battering his prostate, as Remus tugged on his own cock. He felt fuller, stretched, more complete than he had in years.
He screamed, emptying himself into the water, his entire body shaking, eyes rolling back into his head. He sunk into the water. It took a moment for him to realise what he'd screamed, but it surrounded him, echoing off the stark white tile of his bathroom. He could still hear it, "Severus."
He shoved the water tap off with his foot, and pulled the still vibrating toy from his ass. He turned it off and held it out of the tub, letting it drop to the floor. "Fuck," he grumbled, rubbing his now heavy eyelids. "Maybe there is a reason to go back."