Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-20 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/percy, remus/sirius |
LMOM, Day 20: Conjuring A Patronus (Remus alone, fantasy!Sirius, NC-17)
Title: Conjuring A Patronus
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus alone (with fantasy!Sirius)
Kink(s): Wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 682
Summary: After Percy falls asleep, Remus takes care of himself.
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It didn't take Percy long to fall asleep. Remus held him and stroked his hair until Percy's breathing evened out and he went limp, then Remus disentangled himself from Percy's limbs and went into the bathroom, leaving the light off. He closed the door most of the way, leaving a small crack so that a little light from the hallway filtered in.
He was a bit ashamed that he was still a little hard from the scene he'd imagined when Percy was telling his story. Yes, the story had ended badly, but then, so did the story of Remus and Sirius, but he could still live in the happy memories. He wondered if Percy ever pulled out his happy memories of Anthony and sifted through them.
Remus shook his head. No point in thinking of that. Percy had made it clear that he was done talking about Anthony.
But that didn't mean that Remus couldn't go through his own happy memories until he found the perfect one to make him come.
It was a bit like conjuring a Patronus, he thought, and he nearly laughed out loud, but stifled himself, snorting. Oh, but Sirius would've liked that joke.
He sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled his cock from his pyjamas; it was half-hard and heavy in his hand. He closed his eyes and began to stroke, thinking not of Percy, or of Percy and Anthony together, but of Sirius. Just Sirius, naked, smiling, and lounging on the bed they'd shared in their first flat, stroking his cock idly, his hair damp and smelling of soap from the shower.
Remus wasn't even sure if the memory was a real one or not, or if it was just an amalgamation of a thousand memories like this. But it would do.
It might do for conjuring a Patronus, at that, but that wasn't exactly Remus's intention at the moment.
He spread his legs wider and caressed his bollocks through the thin cotton of his pyjamas. His cock was fully erect now, and he thrust into his fist, careful not to lose his balance on the edge of the tub.
The vision of Sirius in his head was clear; Remus watched him draw back his foreskin and tease his slit, then wrap his fist around his cock, wanking himself as Remus watched, grinning like an idiot. He'd loved to do that, the bloody show-off.
Remus grunted as he thrust harder, harder into his fist. It wouldn't be long now before he'd be coming—and the Sirius in his mind was close, too, his cock an angry red, his hips pumping, his face flushed with heat and desire.
"Yes," Remus whispered, "Come for me."
And Sirius did, with a shout, spurting spunk over his fingers, his hips no longer even touching the bed. He swore and panted, and Remus came, too, with a stifled grunt, spattering his semen onto the tiled bathroom floor, the tile that he and Percy had picked out last summer.
"Oh," he said, letting his eyes flutter open. What the hell was he doing, wanking in the bathroom while his love slept just across the hall? What was he doing, still thinking of Sirius, all these years later?
He wiped himself off with a towel, which he then tossed in the hamper, then took it back out again and wiped up the floor. He stumbled from the bathroom and back in to where Percy was still asleep, snoring lightly.
It was all right, he reassured himself—it had to be natural. Surely he and Sirius would still be together today if not for—well. He slipped in between the sheets and put an arm around Percy's waist; Percy shifted in his sleep and murmured something indecipherable, and Remus kissed his sleep-damp neck.
He loved Percy. And Percy loved him—of this he was relatively certain.
And if they both lived in the past sometimes, was that so wrong?
No—not if it made them happy. That was exactly what memories were for, he decided, as he drifted off to sleep.