LMOM, Day 17: A Prefect's Role (Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: A Prefect's Role Author: emiime Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius Kink(s): Bondage (of the Gryffindor tie variety), roleplay, dirty talk Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 881 Summary: Percy didn't think that last story was good enough. Remus tells him something to curl his toes.
"Oh, that's hardly fair!" Percy exclaimed when Remus had finished his story.
"And why is that?" asked Remus, smirking only a little.
"Oh, you know why," Percy answered, poking him in the ribs. "I want to hear about things you enjoyed, not things that left you feeling…less than thrilled."
"Oh, all right," said Remus, "Let me think, now. Well, there was the time I tied Sirius to the bed with our school ties."
Percy swallowed audibly, and Remus smirked, raising his eyebrows. He'd known Percy would like that.
"Your school ties?" Percy asked, his eyelashes fluttering, "Really?"
"Why don't I tell you this one in the bedroom?" Remus asked. He stood and offered a hand to Percy,
"I—I still have my Gryffindor ties, you know," Percy said on the way to the bedroom. "Just in case you're interested…later."
(Nineteen seventy-eight)
Sirius had been asking for it.
Literally.
"Come on," he'd begged, "I want you to tie me up and do all sorts of depraved things to me."
Remus didn't think it was a good idea, so close to the full moon. "I could lose control, Sirius. I could hurt you."
Sirius scowled. "Oh, you won't. We've done things two days before the moon other times, and you've been fine. Don't be stupid. Come on."
Eventually, Remus gave in to Sirius's pleading, and they settled onto the bed together.
"Here," said Sirius, shoving a mass of grey wool at Remus.
"What's this?"
"Um, your school jumper?"
Remus shook the jumper out and regarded it. His Prefect badge was affixed, shining as if it had just been polished.
"Oh," Remus said. The nature of Sirius's game dawned on him. "So you're saying you want me to—"
"With these." Sirius shoved two neckties at Remus, striped scarlet and gold.
Remus nodded. Yes, this was a game he could play. He shrugged on the jumper, which still fit well, and he stood at the foot of the bed.
"Strip," he ordered, and Sirius blinked over at him.
"Sorry?"
Remus raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were supposed to do whatever your Prefect tells you to do," he said, smirking, and a grin broke over Sirius's face.
Sirius stripped off, tripping over his trousers, then collapsing onto the bed, his arms and legs spread. "I've been horribly naughty," he moaned, "You'd best restrain me and make sure I'll never do it again. Just don't take house points, whatever you do." He laughed a little, and so did Remus, feeling self-conscious, but Remus knelt on the bed and wrapped the silk of the ties around each of Sirius's wrists in turn, then attached them to the bed, checking his knots to be sure they would hold.
"Can you get free?" he asked, and Sirius tugged at the bonds, then shook his head.
"Good," Remus replied, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"By all rights, I should turn you over to the headmaster," he said, stroking his chin, not looking at Sirius, "But I think that perhaps this will do for now. There are times when we need to take care of our own."
He wasn't sure what it was that Sirius was supposed to have done, but then he realised that there was very little need for plot in these types of situations.
He turned and regarded Sirius, who was already sporting an impressive erection, as well as a pathetic expression.
"I guess you'd better teach me a lesson, then," he said. Remus knelt over him.
"Oh, I will," he promised. He opened his trousers, freeing his own erection, and began to touch himself.
"What if I just come on you, then leave you here, unable to escape, my spunk drying on your chest? I'll be back when I want more, but until then, you can stay right here. How about that?"
Sirius moaned and thrust his hips into the air.
"Sounds like you'd like that. I wouldn't mind keeping you here for my own pleasure." Remus knew the wolf was rising in him—he wouldn't normally feel so territorial, so aggressive. But Sirius had asked for this, and he would have it.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, and Sirius did. Remus continued working his cock, smearing the precome down the shaft from the head, increasing his speed as the slickness spread.
"I'm going to come on your cock," Remus declared, panting, "All over it."
Sirius was really straining now, longing to have his cock touched, but Remus hadn't touched him once, and he wouldn't.
"Ask for it," Remus gasped, "Beg me to come all over your cock." He was close, so close.
"Fuck," panted Sirius, "Fuck, yes. Do it, please, want to feel you all over me."
At Sirius's pleading words, Remus allowed himself to come, spurting all over Sirius's cock and onto his belly, and Sirius whined and swore and thrust even harder against the air, against nothingness. Finally Remus was finished, and he looked down upon his keening companion and flicked his wand, undoing the knots that held Sirius's wrists. Sirius's hands went immediately to his angry cock.
Remus was in the bathroom cleaning himself off when he heard Sirius's shout of orgasm. He looked at himself in the mirror, his Prefect badge still shining, and he smiled.