pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-19 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: face shot, kink: food smut, kink: oral sex, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #19 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #19: Glasgow
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): outdoor sex, oral sex, food smut
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 815
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: The rich scent of wild blackberry breezing over gentle rosy heather
Scentillation(Revisited) #19: Glasgow
Sirius spread Remus' shirt open, exposing the pale skin to his eyes and the sky above them. His hand roamed slowly over the expanse of skin, fingers featherlight brushes over skin prickled with gooseflesh. He murmured in quiet appreciation of Remus' responsiveness to his touch, then silently gave a prayer of gratitude to the sun which had chosen to come forward out of its shroud of clouds after three weeks of steady, depressing rain.
A quick spell had dried the ground so they could stretch out the plaid blanket in the middle of hill and heather, its earthy tang rising over them in purple bowers. The sandwiches were long since devoured, bottles of butterbeer emptied, and apple cores thrown as far as was possible by hand, then summoned back and flung away again with a sharp flick of their wands.
Now all that was left from the small canvas bag was a single small bottle, filled with a rich purple syrup. Sirius ignored Remus' protestations (they weren't terribly enthusiastic or off-putting anyway) and opened the bottle over Remus' stomach. A wink and a smirk later, Sirius tipped the bottle to the side, drizzling blackberry syrup in what he considered to be a very artistic and appealing swirl around Remus' navel. He licked his lips noisily, grinning when Remus shook his head in laughter. Stretching his tongue, Sirius bent down to the decorated belly and licked up the beginning of the line of syrup, the heat of Remus' body warming it, making the bloom of deep berries even more pronounced in his mouth.
With eager curls of his tongue, he lapped away all but the faintest stickiness from Remus' stomach, then promptly poured a narrow line up his chest, and when this was licked clean, both of his nipples were topped with a few drops of purple. Left one first then right, Sirius sucked them clean, drawing them up into his mouth in firm pulls, his tongue flickering rapidly over them (wanting to be certain they were throughly washed, of course).
As Remus was arching up under him, Sirius could feel the hard press of his erection against his stomach, that unmistakable line of his cock, trapped beyond his flies. He wasted no time in unbuttoning then unzipping Remus' trousers, pulling his cock free of the annoyingly in the way, if attractively red, boxers briefs. He should have known what Sirius was about to do, but Remus still sucked in a quick breath of surprise when Sirius drizzled the syrup over his cock, generous streaks slowly slipping off of his flushed erection. Sirius flashed a boyish grin up at Remus who propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch Sirius as he dipped his head down and circled his tongue slowly around the coated head of his cock. He collected the blackberry syrup on his tongue until it threatened to drip off then drew it back into his mouth and swallowed the sweet drops.
When he bent down again, it was to suckle the whole tip of Remus' cock into his mouth, savoring the sweet fullness of the syrup, the way it mixed with the saltier taste of Remus' skin and the first leak of his arousal. Remus groaned, head tipping back, face to the blue sky, and Sirius answered his sound with a soft moan of encouragement, letting the vibrations of sound ripple around the straining flesh in his mouth. He pressed his lips down, inching them down the generous length of his sweetened erection as his tongue swished back and forth over it, smearing the syrup as much as he was sucking it away. The taste of blackberry and Remus married together in his mouth, sweet and salty, deep purple fruit and sharper pink sex.
Perhaps it was being outside where anyone could find them, where anyone could see them like this- Remus stretched out, thrusting his hard cock up into Sirius' eager mouth; maybe it was the unrestrained, slurping sounds he was making, or maybe the addition of the syrup, or even the theft of it, but whatever it was, Remus wasn't able to control the rhythm of his hips or the quickness of his climax. He pulled out of Sirius' mouth with a harsh grunt then spurted his release across Sirius' face. Sirius closed his eyes quickly (he'd learned a few months back that spunk in the eye is not pleasant) and opened his mouth. He twitched at the first splat of come that hit his cheek then into his waiting mouth.
It was all Remus then. Remus' scent filling his nostrils and Remus' taste coating his tongue
Sirius decided then and there that a teenaged werewolf's come was far better than a highland picnic. But the two of them together? All that was missing was a cherry on top.
However, Remus had taken his months ago.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to secretsolitaire for this one.