Warnings: wash your hands after cutting hot peppers
A/N: As ever, many thanks to blpaintchartfor the beta and brit pick!!! The rest of the errors are mine!!
When they opened the door this time, they weren't in another room, but at the head of a flight of stairs. They walked down one flight and then down another; they made a right turn and it put them near some of the guest rooms. Severus pointed down a hallway. "I believe your room is down there."
"Where is yours?"
"In the east wing."
"I well….I will see you at dinner then."
Severus nodded and turned on his heel. Remus stood watching him until he was out of sight. He wondered if he would actually see Severus for dinner, or even again this weekend. His mind twisted and turned as he walked to his room. Perhaps a shower? He groaned aloud. Perhaps not. Opening the door, he stopped dead.
Hermione was sprawled across his bed, nude. Merlin, this was not good. "Hermione?"
"Come over here, Remus." She purred.
Remus looked down and scratched his forehead before looking up. "It's a really lovely idea, Hermione…"
"But I'm not pretty enough….your type…..too young….."
Remus held up a hand. "Stop, please. You're quite beautiful, that is not a problem. Too young, maybe. The thing is I'm sort of involved with someone right now."
"Professor Snape. Harry told me he saw you. I thought perhaps you were just experimenting, like I am."
"Men aren't really an experiment for me. I suppose technically you'd say I was bisexual, but I have strong leanings toward men."
Hermione pulled the duvet over herself. "How long have you been involved?"
"Just since this morning. I don't know if involved is really the word, but I don't want to mess this up if it could be something." Remus wanted to stuff a sock into his own mouth, why was he telling her this?
Hermione sighed. "This just isn't working the way I thought."
"Perhaps you should look at the younger men. I saw Blaise Zambini at lunch, he's smart and attractive, and there are the blokes from the Weird Sister's they were looking for someone to make a threesome with." Remus paused. "If you were really in for some adventure."
"And there's Pansy Parkinson." Hermione piped up. "Um…Remus. Would you mind…."
"I'll just go and wait in the hallway."
She was out in less than two minutes and shyly planted a kiss on Remus' cheek. "Thanks, I think it helped."
Remus returned to his room. That issue resolved his mind filled with Severus again. A shower would be nice. No, not nice. A shower reminded him of Severus, and their shared golden shower, shared shower and the shower after Severus lost his virginity. He was most definitely over his shower limit today.
Of course thinking of all that made his cock stir again. Best to take care of that before dinner. His bits were surely going to fall off before the weekend was over. He was going to change for dinner anyway, so he stripped. With the duvet flipped back, he slid onto the sheets. These were silk, the ones last night had been very fine Egyptian cotton. He hadn't inspected the bedside table previously, but he imagined there would be lube.
Oh, yes. A lovely assortment here: lube, cock rings, nipple clamps, scarves, hand-cuffs, and a riding crop. The lube should do just fine. He poured some on his hand and his cock, and then spread in around. This wasn't just lube; it had healing properties to it. Remus could feel the gentle tingle. He took long slow strokes, cupping the head and running his finger under the glans to get himself properly hard. When he was satisfied with his state of erection he began to play.
He started with protracted pulls adding a twist and his hand slid over his bulbous head, and then alternated short, quick strokes. His other hand slipped down to fondle his balls. He loved this game, thrust and parry while trying not to finish too soon. Right now, though, he wanted something more. There hadn't been any dildoes in the night stand, but he had excellent transfiguration skills.
Casting a glance around the room, he found it. A simple, white candle, it would be perfect.
He grabbed his wand and the candle. First, he lengthened it, and then added girth. Now, for the more difficult bit to add flexibility without breaking down the item. Concentrate. His cock poked at his belly. Concentrate. Success!
He lubed his newly fashioned toy and lay back on the bed. With knees up in the air he planted is feet wide apart, and the pressed the dildo to his pucker. Oh, yes. He slid it in. This would do. He worked it inside, and then started sliding it in and out slightly changing the direction with every thrust. Until Severus had entered him this afternoon it had been years since anyone or anything had touched his prostate. He'd forgotten how incredible something sliding across his it could be. There's the spot!
Now, with one hand pumping the dildo in and out, his other hand began to fist his cock again. He pushed his cock up against his belly and rubbed it there. It wasn't long before he was rocking to get more friction. He released his cock so it stood straight away from his body. His hand formed a tight fist, and he pushed the head of his cock in and out of it. It was good, not as good as being held tightly inside Severus, but it was going to be enough. Fuck. He felt his cock pulse; he wanted to make this last, but his hand working the dildo had other ideas and was pushing it in and out of his hole harder.
He stopped, everything stopped moving. His heartbeat and breathing were still accelerated and the muscles of his thighs and calves were tense and straining. The thought of Severus drifted through his head again, and he wasn't in control any longer. Both of his hands worked him frantically. His head thrashed on the pillow, he wasn't going to wait; he couldn't. The dildo pressed against his prostate pushed him over the edge. He called out 'Severus, Severus' and his warm, white emission covered his belly.
Remus waited for the colour to return to his world before slowly removing his toy. His long legs relaxed, and he stretched them out against the bed. He hoped Severus hadn't run away after there they'd parted ways at the corridor to the north wing, and that Lucius would continue his game after dinner. It was time to look his best, and another shower was most definitely in order.