pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-26 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: double penetration, kink: threesome, remus/severus/sirius, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #26 [Remus/Sirius/Severus, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #26: Knucklebones
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius with a side of Severus
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): threesomes, frotting, talk of fisting, double penetration
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1210
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: You hear a clatter on the ground, and a small bleached bone smacks against your foot. Cloaked in shadows between the tents, three men crouch playing knucklebones. Distress clouds the face of one of the men, while another bursts into a wicked smile and the last one sighs in relief. Scooping up his winnings and shaking his head, the victor makes a soft 'tsk' noise as he reaches towards the loser's chest, positioning his hand over the man's heart. Pressing forward, his hand moves through cloth, flesh, muscle, and bone to extract the beating organ. Tossing the heart onto the ground, he says to you, "Mind handing me those bones, buddy? I've got a game to run here." Black musk, bay rum, lime fougere, orange blossom water, gin, and tobacco.
Scentillation(Revisited) #26: Knucklebones
It's a gamble. Remus knows it. He's fully aware of the risks in this game, the danger and the rewards if it is successfully played- if he successfully plays it.
He's navigated them this far though. Sirius' eyes are heavy with drink and arousal from the steady attention his cock has been getting from Remus' hand under the table. Severus' gaze is noticeably less sharp, still suspicious but slightly dulled by the whisky in his tea and the glass of port that followed it.
Remus met Severus' gaze and raised one eyebrow at him. Severus held the gaze and returned the gesture.
“Something you wish to ask, Lupin? Or are you going to continue to stare?”
Remus' lips quirked. Of course Severus would demand speech rather silent communication. “I wasn't staring, merely looking, Severus.”
“Semantics.”
“As you wish then.” He spread his hand apart, the other rubbing over Sirius' inner thigh when he perked up at the conversation between Severus and Remus. “I was wondering if you would be interested in a small arrangement for this evening?”
“An arrangement? Do you have experience in floral design, Lupin?” His sneer was a bit exaggerated, yet didn't reach his eyes. Remus didn't let his satisfaction show as he explained what he had in mind.
~*~
It took two more shots of whisky- served neat in a glass-, a rather continuous grip on Sirius' groin to keep him silent, and a promise of allowing himself to be experimented on for a new version of wolfsbane. But Remus managed to get all of three of them into the bedroom he shared with Sirius. A bit more maneuvering finally got the door closed behind them.
A small needle-sharp poke at both of their egos and the game was in full swing. Sirius removed his shirt and tossed it aside with a cocky smirk that was met with a narrowed glare from Severus who, in turn, deftly unbuttoned his robes with potion-stained fingers. He laid it neatly over the back of a chair and looked down the hook of his nose at Sirius. Remus' lips quirked before he could control them, but luckily neither of the other men saw the betrayal of his amusement. They had moved onto removing shoes and socks, every movement calculated if skewed by intoxication.
Remus unbuttoned his own shirt but left it on, hanging free along his sides as Sirius stepped out of his pants first, cock hard and jutting almost accusatorily at Severus. Severus looked down at the erection a snort of derision before he pulled down his boxers to reveal his own erection, darkly flushed and distinctly longer than Sirius. Sirius gaped at it and looked between his cock and Severus' then back again, while Severus' smirk grew, and while his cock twitched noticeably, and purposefully under Sirius' incredulous stare.
Stepping in behind Sirius, Remus slid his hands down along Sirus' arms, catching the fist just before it made its attempt to make contact with Severus. He tsked quietly into Sirius' ear as he rocked his hips forward, nudging his cock against the tight cleft of his arse. This earned the reaction he was hoping forward and Sirius sighed quietly in pleasure and pushed shamelessly back against him. Severus' smirk faltered.
Taking Sirius' hand and bringing it into contact with Severus' cock stopped whatever Severus was going to snark at the other two men. Instead he moaned when Sirius took him fully in hand and began to stroke it, Remus' hand resting over it as well, keeping him from just wanking him painfully or to immediate completion. Slowly he guided more than just Sirius' hand, inching them all forward toward the bed, small steps that were barely noticeable through their haze of increasing arousal. Gradually the back of Severus' knees hit the edge of the bed and one good thrust from Remus sent Sirius sprawling on top of him.
Two grunts of expelled breath were followed by a single, united moan of pleasure when the weight of Sirius' body pressed down onto their trapped cocks. They rocked against each other, frotting in sharp pulses, trying to outdo each other while Remus urged them farther onto the bed by a few carefully applied pushes of his hands until they were near enough to center that he didn't have to worry about them falling out in a tangle of black hair and curses.
He unfastened his trousers as they grunted and thrust against each other and stepped out of those and his pants, before summoning a bottle of lube. He poured some over his fingers and swiftly pressed them to Sirius' arse. Sirius froze as two fingers pushed into him and Remus couldn't understand the low snarl of words which Severus growled up at Sirius. But Sirius apparently could because he ground his hips roughly down onto Severus, and Remus' fingers stayed inside him then quickly, stretching him with a few practiced motions, wrist twisting.
Pulling his fingers back out, he added more lube then gave Sirius a push forward so he could reach between Sirius' legs to grasp Severus' cock. They both paused their frotting then, breaths fast and audible in the room. Remus directed the bulbous head of Severus' cock to Sirius' prepared hole and Sirius jerked slightly as he realised what was about to happen. Severus laughed quietly then took a hold of Sirius' hip and thrust up into him, spearing him with his cock. Sirius cried out and started to twist, too shocked or too drunk or too aroused to manage words, just jumbled syllables and a frantic shake of his head.
Remus gathered Sirius' hair into his hand, a gentle combing of his fingers then a secure grip and Sirius began to calm down as Severus began to fuck him, slow but sharp movements, slamming up into him, lips curling back at the sounds that Sirius made. With his free hand Remus poured more lube over his fingers and stroked his cock with them. He took a hold of the base of Severus' cock, stilling its savage drive then rubbed around the stretched skin of Sirius' arsehole. Sirius whimpered as he was able to slide first one finger then gradually another alongside the cock already shoved in him. Remus progressed steadily, relying upon Sirius' ability to take Remus' fist up his arse. When he was able to get the third finger in, sliding over Severus' cock, Remus bent and gave a steadying kiss to the curve of Sirius' back back.
He scooted forward onto his knees, taking up his position behind Sirius' arse, between both pair of spread legs. Easing his fingers out, he nudged his cock over the top of Severus', quickly filling the gaping void left by his fingers.
It was then that he lost track of the game, lost track of who was playing who, who was moaning and shaking and crying out. It was all heat and pleasure, tightness and friction, pleasure and sharpness as they fucked and twisted and rocked and rutted until each spurted his turn, climaxing with hard jolts and rough shudders, fluid dripping around them, over them, in them.
And it didn't matter now what he had gambled. The game had been won.
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 nightfall for this one.