GryffindorJ (gryffindorj) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-26 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: gryffindorj, kink: cross-dressing, kink: role play, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/sirius |
Late Bloomer 26/31
Title: In the Staffroom (Late Bloomer 26/31)
Author: gryffindorj
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:1066
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Kinks: role play, cross-dressing, wanking (solo or mutual)
Challenge:LMoM '08
Remus looked his playmate up in down, with what he was sure was the most lecherous of looks. Sirius played his part well, he looked down and away, blushing.
"Sorry I'm late, sir," Sirius mumbled quietly.
"You will stay an extra five minutes for every minute you were late," Remus said sternly. "I do not accept such tardiness from my pupils."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Sir," Sirius looked at Remus from under his eyelashes as the word played seductively on his lips.
"You will take out your quill and parchment and prepare to do lines," Remus said.
Sirius obeyed, dropping his school bag and taking out the proper items. "Where shall I write, sir?" Remus gestured to a table at the far side of the room. Sirius walked over, placing his quill, parchment and inkwell on the table. Remus admired the way he saw Sirius's calves flex under the white knee socks. Sirius turned to pull a chair up to the table.
"Ah ah," Remus stopped him. "You will stand as you do lines. You may lean over the table." The lustful look that was in Sirius's eyes did not travel to the rest of his face. He was too good to be so fumbling.
"What shall I be writing, sir?"
"I will be a filthy minded boy-pardon me," Remus coughed, "I will not be a filthy minded boy."
Sirius nodded, moving to stand at the table so that his back was to Remus. He slowly dipped his quill in the ink. Only Sirius could make the simplest action look so sexual, as he was doing right now. He poised the point of the quill over the paper, then slowly bent over the table to write. He stretched one long leg out behind him and bent lower, lower, lower.
Remus breathed sharply through his nose as the navy blue pleated skirt no longer concealed Sirius's arse. The point where his strong leg curved into his rounded cheek showed clearly. Remus could see a hint of something lacy across Sirius's arse. Remus tilted his head, slightly, bringing the lace knickers into view. Leave it to Sirius to not only wear lace knickers but to pick bright red ones at that. Remus was relieved to have Sirius's back to him. He felt himself blushing like a virgin on her wedding night.
The quill scratched across the paper, Sirius bending further and further to reveal more of himself. Remus pressed his palm to the outside of his trousers, feeling his arousal. He moaned softly watching Sirius.
"Is there something wrong, Professor Lupin?" Sirius asked glancing over his shoulder.
"What are you wearing, Mr. Black?"
"Only what I was directed to wear, sir." Sirius did not turn around but still looked over his shoulder, allowing his arse to stay in view. "My skirt, knee socks and shirt. It’s the required uniform."
"I meant underneath your skirt," Remus said clasping his hands behind his back, taking a turn about the table.
"Oh," Sirius said in a impressively innocent way, putting his fingers to his lips. "I wasn't aware you had seen those."
"Show them to me." Remus stopped on the other side of the table facing Sirius.
"Professor Lupin, please don't make me. I-I-I-" Sirius stutters died and he looked away.
"What is it, Mr. Black?"
"Please don't laugh, sir."
"I assure you I won't," Remus said.
Sirius put his quill down and stood up straight. He fumbled with the edge of his skirt, looking timid. He slowly pulled up the pleated fabric to reveal all of himself. His hard cock was trapped by the lace of the panties, arching straight up, and going up past the tops of the knickers. His cock strained against the lace, while his balls could not even be contained in the fabric.
"You look very uncomfortable," Remus said in whisper.
"I am."
"I am, what?" Remus said.
"Sir." Sirius gave him another naughty grin.
"If you are so uncomfortable I want you to take care of the situation. Now." Sirius pulled back the waist of the knickers. "No, keep them on. I want you to rub yourself over the lace, so it drags across your prick roughly. Then you might learn what is and what is not appropriate to wear during detention."
"Yes, Professor Lupin." Sirius looked him in the eye, finally.
He began to palm his cock rubbing back and forth, precome already soaking through the lace. Sirius began to rock his hips, wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking in time with the buck of his hips. The red lace pulled up as he strained to bring the knickers over the head of his prick as it teased and abused his balls.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck!" Sirius cried out as white-hot come erupted from his cock, soaking his panties and hand then dripping down his inner thighs. Remus licked his lips.
"On the table Mr. Black," Remus said. "You need to be fucked."
"Yes, Professor," Sirius voice coming out a bit shaky in post orgasm but he still did as he was told.
Sirius lay on the table. Remus leaned over him, licking the come from his thighs, sucking it from the lace of the red knickers.
Kneeling between his legs, Remus pulled up the skirt, then undid his own trousers pulling his aching cock free. He pushed the knickers aside to line his cock with Sirius's magically prepared entrance. He slowly pushed himself in as Sirius moaned and wiggled beneath him.
"Fuck," Remus breathed. "I want you to wear a skirt all the time-so easy to fuck you in it."
"Yes, sir," Sirius nodded.
"I'm so hard for you, aching for you," Remus said. "I won't last long but I want you to come again. And make sure to call me 'Professor' as you do."
"Yes, sir. I'm already getting hard again," Sirius said moaning.
Remus bucked into him, gripping his shoulder with one hand and pulling on Sirius's cock with the other.
Looking down at Sirius, he looked wicked and disheveled his skirt pushed up, his come-soaked red knickers, the sweatiness of his brow. He was gorgeous and it brought Remus to the edge. He roared as he came, filling Sirius arse.
Sirius followed spilling himself over Remus's hand and again in his knickers. " Fuck, professor!" Sirius called out as he was instructed.
Professor. Remus liked that sound of it.