Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-22 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: dirty talk, kink: golden showers, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 22: Dirty Little Fantasy (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Dirty Little Fantasy
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Kink(s): Wanking, dirty talk, talk of watersports
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 777
Summary: Apparently, Percy has a new fantasy.
Notes: This one's for celandineb, to answer her question!
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"You really did that?" Percy whispered, his face the sought-after shade of scarlet, his hand clutching Remus's as he sat nearly in Remus's lap.
"We did," Remus murmured against the heated skin of Percy's neck. "More than once, actually."
Percy took Remus's hand in his and pressed it to his crotch, grinding against it. "That was—that was—" he tried, but he stumbled over the rest of his sentence.
"Do you think it's something you might like to try sometime?" Remus asked. "From what I'm feeling here, I would suspect your answer might be yes."
Percy whimpered. "I don't know," he said as Remus stroked his cock roughly through his trousers. "I don't know if—but the story was—god, I can't even—"
"Maybe in the shower sometime," whispered Remus, shifting and pulling Percy fully into his lap, so that Percy's back rested against Remus's chest. He began to unfasten Percy's trousers.
"M-maybe," stuttered Percy.
"Maybe I'll undress silently when you're already in there, and you won't suspect a thing," said Remus, reaching into the warm, damp confines of Percy's underpants and stroking the length of his cock. "Then I'll slip into the shower, block the spray with my body, lean you against the wall, and piss all over your belly and cock and balls—would you like that, Percy?"
Percy only whined, shifting to give Remus better access to his cock. Remus pulled it out through the opening in his trousers, massaging the angry skin. He was growing hard, himself, and he thrust against Percy from behind. The friction wasn't enough, but it would suffice until he'd taken care of Percy.
"I don't—don't feel I should like this idea—" Percy stammered.
"Oh, but you do, my boy," murmured Remus, still wanking him. "You do like it. You want me to aim my cock at you and splash my piss all over the front of you, don't you?"
Percy whined again, thrusting hard into Remus's hand. "Remus—"
"Tell me," said Remus, "Tell me what you want, Percy, and I'll make you come."
"Oh—" Percy gasped as Remus thumbed over his slit, smearing the dribbling precome, "I want—I want you to, to—I can't."
"Yes, you can," Remus directed, kissing Percy's shoulder. "You can tell me."
"I want—god, Remus, I'm so close!"
"Then tell me, tell me what you want me to do to you, and I'll make you come harder than you thought possible. Tell me."
"Remus, god! I want you to make me come—I want you to, to piss on me, please—" The word was so much dirtier falling from Percy's lips than it could possibly have been from anyone else's.
"Oh, yes," Remus murmured, wanking Percy harder and faster than he had been, "Yes, I will, I'll piss all over your cock, and you'll touch yourself for me, won't you?"
Percy nodded, his voice growing higher and higher in pitch. "I will, I will."
"You'll come for me."
"I will—I am, oh god, oh Remus, oh please—"
"Yes." Percy's come seeped through Remus's fingers as Remus wanked him to completion, holding his thrashing body tightly. Percy collapsed against Remus, then, panting hard, and rolled off him a moment later, hiding his face.
"Look at me," Remus said gently, "Percy, look at me." He wiped Percy's come from his hand onto his trousers, then lifted Percy's chin.
Percy was as red as he'd been before Remus had touched him—perhaps even redder.
"What's the matter?" Remus asked, though he knew.
"That—just—I feel so dirty," Percy confessed, wrinkling his nose and swallowing hard. "Not, um, not in a good way."
Remus kissed his heated cheek. "No," he said, "You're wonderful. It's not bad to like something that seems dirty. You know that."
Percy looked away again.
"Don't you dare be ashamed," Remus said, "Not in front of me."
Percy turned his face back. "I guess—well—it was your story that started everything."
Remus nodded. "It was Sirius who started everything, actually, so we both have him to thank."
"I suppose so," replied Percy, managing a smile. He ran a hand up Remus's thigh and squeezed gently at the bulge in his crotch.
"My goodness," he said, "I suppose you'll be wanting me to take care of that for you."
"If you would be so kind," Remus replied, "Then one of these days soon, I'll see what can be done about this dirty little fantasy of yours."
The blush that had just started to fade from Percy's cheeks flared again, and Percy smiled.
"It's a deal," he murmured, and he unzipped Remus's trousers.