GryffindorJ (gryffindorj) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-27 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: gryffindorj, kink: anonymous sex, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/?, remus/james |
LMOM: Late Bloomer 27/31
Title: Nothing Better to Do (Late Bloomer 27/31)
Author: gryffindorj
Rating: R
Word Count:595
Pairings: Remuss/?, Remus/James
Kinks: anonymous sex, wanking
Challenge:LMoM '08
Remus toyed with the drawstring on his pyjama bottoms. He was sure Madam Pomfrey would not check on him any time soon. She would be certain he was asleep, and if she did he would hear the door to her office open. Sirius, James and Peter would not be here till after their morning classes. The silly bet they had placed in their sixth year still held. Sirius had not skived off a single class and if he was forced into class then so was James. If they were both there then Peter surely was as well.
He could get up and happily go to class. Madam Pomfrey insisted he rest the day after a full moon, even though it had been quite some time since he had returned with bites, bruises and scrapes.
Remus settled into his pillow closing his eyes and searching for a fantasy to induldge in while he lay there alone.
He immediately rejected the one with Sirius blowing him. Still a favourite but if he used it too much then it lost its shine. Beside he could get blown by lunchtime if he wanted that. He also rejected the fantasies of: sex with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, being tied up, being forced and being spanked. He thought for a moment about the particularly nice time he and Sirius had alone in the broom cupboard the other day, but that didn't strike his fancy either.
Remus lay stroking himself thinking of what he wanted.
He was laying on the bed in the dark, dank Shrieking Shack. The moon was new, there was none of it's silvery light slipping through the cracks of the boarded up windows.
A shadowy figure stood at the entrance to the room watching him. He felt his gaze slide up and down his body. Remus shivered.
The man moved slowly towards Remus. Each step making Remus harder, as if the walking alone was foreplay. By time the man reached the bed Remus's prick was straining, aching to find release.
Remus looked wide-eyed at the man, but there was no telling who it was and the stranger was not about to give any clues.
The man crawled across the bed, reaching out one finger and tracing a line from Remus's lips to his prick. He circled his finger across the tip of Remus's prick, wetting the pad of his finger with precome. The man put his finger to his mouth and lewdly sucked it. He chuckled, pleased, in the back of his throat.
The man then swung one leg over Remus, settling his own hard cock in Remus's face. Pushing the tip onto Remus's lips, telling him wordlessly to open up. Remus gladly did, taking the man's impressive length as far as he could in his mouth, down his throat.
Remus was rewarded as the man leaned over him pulling Remus's prick into his mouth.
Remus fisted his prick quickly. The thought of a stranger fucking him senseless, he loved it.
He was so close to coming, the man could sense it. He lifted his head from Remus's prick and finally spoke.
"Sirius isn't the only one who likes the taste of come. I've wanted to taste you for a long time."
Remus, mouth full of cock, was reeling. He knew that voice, knew the chuckle, knew the outline of the person. It was James.
What the fuck was Prongs doing here?
Remus was too far-gone know. He pulled and pulled as tempting, wonderful thoughts of James blowing him brought him to completion.