LMOM#23: The Admission
Title: The Admission Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Bill, Kink(s): Frottage, oral sex, snowballing Challenge: Lusty Month of May Word Count: 1215 Notes: Continuation of The Nature Of The Pack Series, begins here
The Admission
Bill caressed Neville's cheek, softly kissed his lips and stepped back as Neville ducked into the Floo, and waved goodbye. He wiggled his fingers and watched Neville vanish in a rush of green flames. The connection closed in a soft hiss as the fire returned to its normal yellowy orange colour. He sighed, feeling the wards settle almost as if they too missed the younger man's warm personality.
Padding into the kitchen, Bill warmed the tea pot and added biscuits and sandwiches to a tray before flicking his wand at it, floating the snack along behind him. Making his way to the bedroom, he eyed Remus sleeping under a lone sheet.
Even with the Wolfsbane and the aftercare both he and Neville had provided, Remus's body was bruised and sore from the change. Bill knew it was because Remus wouldn't relax enough and let go when the moon called the wolf. Several scratches from where Remus had fallen off the bench still scored his skin and small discoloured patches lingered even though Snape's bruise paste had healed most of the damage. He and Neville had spent several hours smoothing the cream into Remus's skin while he'd been heavily sedated so Bill could explain how the change worked to Neville.
Needless to say Remus hadn't been happy with either one of them when he'd finally woken up enough to realize what they had done and demanded to be left alone for a while. Respecting his wishes, even against Bill's protests, Neville decided to return to his flat.
Shaking his head, Bill settled the tray on the nightstand and took a seat on the bed. Running his hand over Remus's bare shoulder, he bent and pressed a kiss to one mass of scar tissue on his back. He cradled Remus's head in his lap, when he rolled over and smiled down at him, tracing a finger along Remus's brow.
"He's gone back to his flat for a few days, so we could have our time now."
Remus grunted but did not open his eyes. "Pity, I was getting used to having him join us."
Bill nodded. "I know, but you did say you wanted to be left alone. We need our time as well."
Remus grunted and then smiled, opening one eye to look up at Bill. "We do. Now, does this mean you're coming back to bed so we can sleep some more?"
Bill shook his head. "I've made tea and brought you something to eat. We need to have a little chat."
Remus sighed and closed his eye, groaning softly. "I was afraid you were going to say that when I smelled the Earl Grey. Why is it I always get Earl Grey when there's something serious you want to discuss?"
Bill chuckled and carded his fingers through Remus's hair. "I don't only brew it when there's something serious to chat about." He paused. "Do I?"
Remus hummed, leaning his head back into Bill's strokes through his hair. "Yes… Earl Grey for serious discussions, Darjeeling or English Breakfast when you want something and PG Tips the rest of the time."
Bill laughed. "I hadn't realized I was so predictable."
Remus turned his head and nuzzled Bill's leg through his pyjama bottoms. "It happens. Neville blushes and stutters then runs out to the garden and you… well, you retreat to the kitchen doing reasonable impression of Molly or hide off in one of your anthropology books."
Bill frowned and tugged on Remus's hair. "I do not."
Remus hissed then opened his eyes and glared up at Bill. "Don't ask, if you don't want an honest answer."
Bill arched an eyebrow. "Don't be a prick, just because you aren't feeling well. It's your own bloody fault. Neville and I were just trying to help," he responded meeting Remus's glare with one of his own.
Remus sighed. "Maybe, but even you are an arse sometimes. Neville will see that one of these days and then the halcyon times in which you are settled will be over. Not everything can be wine and roses, Bill."
Bill rolled his eyes and groaned. "Merlin, you are maudlin today. After last night, you would think you'd be in a better mood."
Remus shrugged and closed his eyes.
"This is about what you and Neville said, isn't it?" Bill murmured and combed his fingers through Remus's hair once more. "You know, it's not a bad thing."
Remus stiffened. "They aren't just words and shouldn't be thrown around so carelessly."
Bill frowned. "I don't think it was. By either of you." He looked down at Remus and ran one finger over the furrow in Remus's brow. "I've learned that the words don't easily fall from you. It's your actions that show it. I think Neville knows that as well."
Remus grunted and sighed. "Well, now that we've had this chat, am I going to get my tea or has it gone cold?"
Bill rolled his eyes again. "I can take a hint. Up you get and I'll pass you a cuppa."
Remus groaned and sat up, the sheet pooling around his thighs. He ran his hands over his face and sighed, then stretched his back popping as he stretched his arms over his head.
Bill admired Remus's body, reaching out to run a hand over Remus's abdomen, carding his fingers through the crisp curls at his groin the wrapping his hand around Remus's half erect prick. He pushed Remus back against the headboard and leaned over his cock, breathing against his flesh. "I think tea can wait."
Remus chuckled and tangled his fingers in Bill's hair. "Oh and why's that?"
"You didn't get a goodbye kiss and I know Neville would want me to pass it along."
Remus chuckled then moaned as Bill kissed the tip of his prick. He canted his hips up, rubbing his cock against Bill's mouth. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint Neville."
"No, we can't have that." Bill murmured and wrapped one hand around Remus's prick. He licked the slit then mouthed the head. Closing his eyes, he slid his lips around the tip, suckling just the top then swallowed him down.
Remus hissed and thrust up into Bill's mouth, holding on to his head while Bill hollowed his cheeks, increasing the suction on Remus's prick. "Not going to last long…"
Bill hummed; sending vibrations along Remus's prick then bopped his head quickly up and down Remus's prick, moving his hand in time with Remus's thrusts.
Remus moaned, tightening his grip on Bill's hair and pulling him faster over his prick. He grunted and arched up once more, crying out as he came.
Bill held still as Remus came then pulled off of Remus's prick, sitting up and straddling Remus's lap before pressing his mouth to Remus's. Remus opened to Bill and got a mouthful of come. He groaned, swallowing down the offering, licking and sucking at Bill's mouth to take it all from him.
Bill fisted his hands in Remus's hair, thrusting against Remus's stomach and rubbing his prick along the light smattering of hairs decorating his navel. He stiffened, painting their abdomens with his release. He sighed and rested his head on Remus's shoulder.
"I love you too, you know," Bill whispered. "Neville too."