enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-19 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: licking, remus/charlie |
LMOM #19: Of Dragons and Werewolves [Remus/Charlie, NC-17]
Title: Of Dragons and Werewolves (Part 3)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1121
Pairing: Remus/Charlie
Kinks: licking, delayed orgasm
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#19)
Note: Part 3 of ??? - The pr0n muse came back with a force, but I had to end this one here. I will continue it tomorrow.
Part 1 | Part 2
Charlie squirmed under Remus' tongue, whimpering as he tugged against his headboard. This wasn't anything like either of them had imagined – but it was still so very good. Remus had pulled Charlie into his embrace, kissing him slowly and passionately as they made their way across the living room to Charlie's small bedroom. Clothes still showed their path - marking where Remus first tugged of Charlie's t-shirt, his fingers tracing the designs which covered his body; proudly displaying when their belts were ripped out of the offending belt loops and haphazardly tossed aside; showing the spot where Charlie had shoved Remus' trousers and pants off his slender hips, grabbed his arse, and pulled their naked cocks together.
They'd made it to the bed and collapsed upon it, a tangle of limbs until Remus claimed the upper ground as he began to lick the paths lain out by the serpentine bodies adorning Charlie's chest and arms. "They're so beautiful," Remus murmured. "You're so beautiful. Your skin... so smooth and white... the perfect canvas for art." His tongue swirled around Charlie's navel, following the loop of a dark purple Chinese Imperial's tail. Charlie groaned as his hips bucked, his cock brushing against Remus' throat.
Remus moaned in response. "I want to lick you all over, from head to toe," he said softly, "front and back... if that's all right with you."
Charlie nodded, drawing in a haggard breath, his grip tightening on the headboard. "Yes... Gods... just... I don't want to come until I'm inside you. I... I want to feel you..."
Remus smirked. He'd never been with anyone who's desires so keenly matched his own, no one who was so responsive, no one who'd just gripped the headboard and spread themselves out and let Remus have his wicked way. "Trust me, you'll get to feel me," he promised. The problem, however, was the first part of Charlie's statement, and Remus could only think of one way to accomplish staving off his orgasm.
He slid up Charlie's body, kissing his way up as he went. He kissed his way up Charlie's neck to his ear and whispered, "Do you have a cock ring?"
Charlie flushed deeply, the blood rushing to his cheeks so that they matched the pinkish-red colour of his cock. "I... uh... under the bed," he mumbled. "There's a box..."
Remus moved away from Charlie long enough to reach under his bed and locate a rosewood box, approximately sixteen inches long by sixteen inches wide. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, but Remus didn't waste time appreciating it. He flipped open the lid and gasped. The box was filled with all manner of sex toys – anal plugs, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, flavoured lubricant, as well as the normal, wrist and ankle restraints – and if Remus had to guess it had been charmed to hold a bit more than it should with Wizard Space.
He withdrew a leather strap and moved back to Charlie. "You, Charles Weasley, are a dirty, dirty boy," he said with a chuckle as he circled the base of Charlie's prick with the strap and then twined it around and through his balls before snapping it in place.
Charlie crossed his arms over his chest, his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint that would have rivaled Fred or George's. "And you, Remus Lupin, love it," he countered, arching a single eyebrow. "There's another one in there for you."
"I don't need one," Remus retorted. "I have enough stamina..."
"It's only fair," Charlie interrupted.
Remus' eyes narrowed. Leave it to a fellow Gryffindor to plea to his sometimes insane sense of Gryffindor equality. Grimacing, he reached into the box and fished around until he found a restraint for his own prick. It was only a matter of seconds before he had a leather cock and ball ring on himself. He looked up at Charlie. "Better?"
The smile that graced the redhead's face was more than worth it in Remus' opinion. "Much," Charlie declared.
"Good," Remus growled, "then grip that headboard and prepared yourself to be licked from head to toe." Charlie's hands immediately flew back to the headboard, and he wound his short, strong, calloused fingers around the vertical braces of the headboard.
Remus slid up Charlie's body, straddling his chest and began to lick his wrist. Charlie's heart rate picked up. Who the fuck would have thought that his wrist was an erogenous zone? But it was – it definitely was. Every swipe of Remus' tongue seemed to go straight to his prick; his skin was tingling, and it only got worse as Remus drew his talented tongue down Charlie's arm quickly. The trail he followed was cool against Charlie's heated skin, and Charlie couldn't help but squirm.
He attacked Charlie's elbow next and that had him moaning, his hips bucking into the air seeking a friction that wasn't there. Then Remus was at his neck, licking and sucking and kissing – oh Merlin, and biting – all the right spots. Charlie had his eyes closed tight, his grip tightening on the headboard. "Merlin, Remus... please," he whimpered.
Remus chuckled as he started on the other wrist and slowly began working his way down. "You said you wanted this," he replied, "I intend to give you what you want." Charlie's whines and pleas fell on deaf ears; Remus continued on his path stubbornly, this time interspersing nibbles and bites between the soft kisses and caresses of his tongue.
There was no relief in sight for Charlie. Remus seemed intent on licking every single inch of available skin. He circled the brownish-pink of Charlie's nipples, plunged his tongue into Charlie's belly button, licked his thighs and knee caps and calves and feet and toes – but he ignored Charlie's bobbing and dripping cock. "Please... fuck... Remus... suck me... please please please.... you said... all over... from head to toe... please."
Remus had intended to leave Charlie's cock for last, but he was begging so prettily Remus couldn't ignore it. Remus started at his balls, lavishing them with long, long licks, before sucking first one and then the other into his mouth.
Charlie's hands abandoned the headboard and his fingers wound into Remus' hair, tugging on it gently. Remus moaned and moved up, licking from the base of Charlie's prick to the head, his tongue swirling around Charlie's cock as if it were a lolly. Charlie thrust up, whimpering, and Remus had to pull away. "Roll over," he commanded.
The groan echoed in Remus' ears and Charlie opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by a a glare from Remus. Charlie rolled over slowly and took a deep breath, waiting for the torture to begin.