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LMOM: Scentillation (Revisited) #27 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17}
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #27: Severin
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): D/s, Ice play, wax play, caning, watersports, piercing/needle play, cockrings, branding, chastity devices, wanking, breathplay, rimming, felching, bondage, roman showers/scat, collaring (...whew)
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 800 (12 drabbles of 66 words each)
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: Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the Father of Masochism and sexual surrender, had planned on writing six volumes of erotic literature entitled The Heritage of Cain. Only the first two volumes were completed, the more famous of the two being the notorious Venus in Furs. This novel tells the tale of a man, Severin, that enters into a relationship of slavery and increasingly debauched degradation with his mistress, Wanda. Dry black teas, Earl Gray, and leather.
Scentillation(Revisited) #27: Severin
January:
He drew the ice cube in slow circles around Sirius' nipples, just barely sweeping the edges of those dark circles. They stiffened into straining nubs of sensitive flesh that begged to be touched. So touch he did, making Sirius startle and hiss at the freezing, dripping cubes. But when Remus transfigured the dildo in his arse into a large cylinder of ice, Sirius screamed.
February:
Remus chose the candle carefully- a large one of good quality that would stay true to its colour even when liquid. He left the flame burning for an hour, letting it melt inches of the wax in the clear glass jar. Heat radiated off of it when he picked up and tipped it without warning over Sirius' cock and balls, coating them in fiery Slytherin green.
March:
His arse was turning red. It had passed the pink glow of warm stinging long ago and was now lividly scarlet, a faint flush of purple along the edges of the narrow welts that were striped over the curving cheeks like a savage music staff waiting for bleeding notes. Carefully aiming, Remus sharply snapped the bamboo cane down again, striking one more line into Sirius' skin.
April:
Head tipped back, Sirius opened his mouth to catch the hot stream from Remus' cock. He let the piss fill his mouth, bubbling up and over his lips, the acrid tang soaking his hair before he pushed his mouthful out with his tongue so it streamed down his throat. Remus directed the golden flow to Sirius' chest and belly then pissed straight onto Sirius' straining erection.
May:
Remus drew the fifth needle from its sterilized holder. He held it up to the light, turning it this way and that so that the pointed shaft of metal glinted menacingly above Sirius' spread, restrained legs. Savouring Sirius' trembling, he used thumb and forefinger to pinch the next amount of flesh to be pierced, then drove the needle straight through the thin skin of Sirius' scrotum.
June:
The rings clinked when he slide them onto Sirius' soft cock, seven silver circlets evenly spaced along a black leather strip. Remus stroke Sirius' balls with his thumb, gradually enticing his cock to harden in the rings. They fit around his erection easily until a swish of his wand cinched them tightly down around his erection until it bulged in swollen purple between the constricting metal.
July:
Remus could have done it with magic, written into his skin with a swish and a flick. But some things were more effective when they involved waiting Sirius squirmed as he watched the tip of the rod in the fireplace begin to glow with heat, trembled when Remus brought it to his hip, then howled around the gag as the paw print was burned into place.
August:
Sirius rocked on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands as Remus wanked. He couldn't take his eyes off the steady slide of Remus' hand, up and down his cock. Remus didn't know if it was the chastity cage around his cock or the lack of sex for the last fortnight that had Sirius trying to soothe himself And he didn't care.
September:
He twisted the ends of the long scarf around each of his hands and began to pull, red silk crossed over pale flesh, slowly tightening around Sirius' neck. Sirius' eyes nearly closed as his breathing was gradually restricted then prevented entirely as Remus began to fuck him, the perfect angle inside him as his vision narrowed to a single point, before he slid into perfect blackness.
October:
With one hand on either cheek, Remus spread Sirius' arse open, keeping him gaping. He swept his tongue over the small ridges of flesh that circled his stretched hole. The taste of his come was faint there, but still noticeable. However, when he covered his hole with his mouth, tongue thrusting inside as he sucked at it, the saltiness of his own release filled his mouth .
November:
Sirius lay on his back on the bathroom floor, hands tied to his thighs with a pair of old thigh-high stockings that once belonged to his mother. Remus stepped over him and squatted down, arse above Sirius' mouth. Sirius obediently began licking Remus' tight pucker, but pulled away when it began to strain open. He twisted in the bonds as Remus shat on his face.
December:
It lay on a bed of red velvet. A perfect circle of black leather. A single O-ring hung from the front, balancing the buckle and small metal padlock at the back. Sirius trailed his fingers over the collar, breath caught as he remembered everything he did to get here, to earn this. Stomach fluttering, he knelt before Remus and waited to be claimed.
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 lore who plotted/expected/hoped there would be Severus again for this one.