pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-20 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: object insertion, kink: oral sex, kink: threesome, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #20 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #20: Lear
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius + Bill
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): threesomes, oral, object insertion
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 685
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: A regal, commanding scent, but poignant. White cedarwood, blue sage and bay leaf.
Scentillation(Revisited) #20: Lear
“Good boy, Padfoot. Deeper now.”
Sirius whined but he obeyed, pushing the lubricated beerbottle deeper into his arse. He squirmed on his back, rumpling the sheets under him. It was in to the neck now, the rippling pink skin of his pucker stretching slowly around the dark amber glass.
“Think you're going to stop there?” Remus asked from his chair facing the bed.
Groaning, Sirius shook his head slowly, resignedly.
Remus chuckled low and rough. “That's right. I want that whole thing up your arse.”
Siruis' shoulders slumped a bit, but his cock twitched up from his bare stomach, a single glistening strand of precome stringing between stomach and cock.
Remus pushed down on the head between his thighs, urging the mouth around his cock to slide deeper. It complied and Remus gathered the long red hair into one hand, twisting it firmly around his hand.
“Wish you could see this, don't you, Bill? See how eager Sirius is to fill up his hole? How much he can stretch himself open when I tell him to?”
Bill only gave a muffled moan, long and drawn-out and indistinct around his erection.
Remus pulled him up by the hair. “Answer.”
Licking his lips, it took Bill a moment before he could, “Yes.”
“You won't get to see this but you will get to feel the aftermath,” and with that Remus forced Bill's head back down at the same time he thrust up into his mouth. The wet clicking noise Bill made caused Remus' cock to throb even harder in the tight confines of his lips and throat.
Sirius had paused, one hand on the bottle, and looked up at this, blinking owlishly at Remus who only returned a bland expression.
“M-moony?”
“I didn't tell you to stop, Padfoot,” Remus said evenly, but the lack of intonation was as much of a warning as he needed. Sirius resumed rocking the bottle in and out of his arse, trying to force it deeper, not having found the right angle and pressure that would let it move farther into him. Remus guided Bill's head into a slow, deep rhythm as Sirius struggled visibly with the bottle and with his urge to question Remus' intentions.
“Keep going. You've nearly got it. Then you'll get the cock you want,” Remus promised, breathing becoming carefully regulated, inhale then exhale, measured breaths to keep in control of himself.
Sirius nodded then redoubled his efforts with the bottle, using his free hand to pull his arse cheeks apart, tips of his fingers pressing along the edges of his hole to help it open up. He was grunting quietly with the effort, sweat starting to bead on his forehead before he could finally take the swell of the bottle, crying out in triumph as he did.
The sound made Bill stop sucking on Remus' cock for a moment, a quiver running through his whole body so that he trembled against the insides of Remus' legs. Remus thrust up again to get Bill's attention, reminding him wordlessly that he was not given permission to stop. He quickly resumed sucking on him, tight and hot, lips moving up and down him as his tongue curled and flickered eagerly along him.
“Tell me how that feels, Padfoot. To have your arse so full, to be fucking yourself like a back-alley whore with an old beer bottle?”
Sirius keened, hips rocking to the quick, shallow thrusts, his cock straining as his arm bunched and worked ceaselessly. Remus gripped Bill's hair tighter, forcing him into the same rapid rhythm Sirius was applying to his arse, quick quick quick quick quick. Sirius pushed the bottle up, angling it more until his sounds became the deep almost militantly needy grunts, and he came with a shout, spurting over his chest and stomach.
Remus pulled Bill off and gave him a push towards the best. “Go. Clean him up. Then we're going to fuck him together.”
They both looked up to him in comically matching expressions of surprise, and Remus couldn't be sure whose eyes were wider, Bill's or Sirius'.
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.