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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: biting, kink: collaring, kink: d/s, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: partially clothed sex, kink: spanking, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #31 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #31: The Buggre Alle This Bible
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): biting, collaring, partially clothed sex, spanking, d/s, roleplay, spanking, delayed orgasms
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1000 exactly!
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: Crumbling paper and ancient cracked leather with a touch of tobacco leaf and incense.
Scentillation(Revisited) #31: The Buggre Alle This Bible
“Spread your legs, Mr Black. I want to see that tight fucking hole from here.”
Sirius complied, obediently shifting his feet further apart as he bent over the desk in the room he shared with Remus. “Yes, Professor Lupin.”
“Good boy.” Remus admired the curve of Sirius' arse with his eyes then with a stroke of the large wooden spoon he held in his hand. It was one of the large ones used for stirring potions and Remus had 'liberated' it from Severus one night during an Order meeting.
The desk Sirius was currently prostrate over was just low enough to compliment Sirius' height by forcing his hips to tip forward, making his arse an open invitation- not that Remus needed one. The collar which Remus had fastened snugly around Sirius' throat attested to just who that arse belonged too. Remus could do anything he wanted to it. And he had- and would continue to do so.
He circled the smooth surface of the spoon over the pale skin of his arsecheek. “Now, do you know why you are here, Mr Black?”
To be punished, Professor,” Sirius answered promptly.
“For what?” The spoon came sliding just along the cleft of his arse, a threat and a promise.
Sirius exhaled slowly. This answer took him a few moments of thought and formulation. “For using my two-way mirror inappropriately, Professor Lupin.”
Remus restrained the smirk which threatened to rise on his mouth. “And just how was it inappropriate?”
“I was using it to show my lover my cock as I wanked in the loo... while he was stuck in an atrociously long meeting with an atrociously irritating teacher and I was left to translate atrociously dull runes.... Professor.”
“That was very inappropriate, Mr Black. Are you sorry for it?”
Sirius' voice certainly held more pride than apology- though at this stage in his experiences with Sirius, Remus was far from surprised.
“Yes, Sir.”
Remus snapped the spoon knife-sharp onto Sirius' arse, leaving behind a pink welt that reminded Remus of the lollies he was so fond of. Sirius hissed at the strike, but it was definitely not a sound of pure pain. It was too drawn out for that. And Remus knew better. He knew Sirius' cock was already hard against the desk, hardened with aching arousal by being bent over Remus' desk in nothing but his collar and his worn black boots.
“That was for lying, Mr Black. Tell the truth. Are you sorry for it?”
“Not a damn bit.” Sirius had to be smirking behind the fall of black hair which was hiding his face. So Remus brought the wooden spoon down twice more onto his arse, precisely landing each strike in the same location as before.
Sirius yelped at the burning precision, muscles tightening under his skin, momentarily obscuring the tight pucker of his hole.
“Mind your arse, Mr Black. I was enjoying looking at that. Perhaps I should use something to prevent you from clenching closed like that?” Remus rubbed the handle of the spoon over the sensitive ridges of flesh and muscle.
“If you want to... Professor.” It was nearly breathless this time and Remus permitted the smirk to show on his face, though Sirius would not likely see it. He put the spoon down on the desk beside Sirius' left arm then took a bottle of lubricant out of one of the desk drawers. It was quick after so many times together: the perfunctory slicking of Sirius' hole with a tip of the bottle down his cleft, the easy slide of Remus' cock up his cleft to coat it in the slippery fluid. Then came the slow teasing of both himself and Sirius as he lined up his cock and began to push lightly forward, nearly breaching him, then pulling back. Forward again just a bit, then back. And again. Until Sirius began to squirm over the desk, small whimpers falling from his lips. When it seemed like he wouldn't bugger him at all, Remus thrust into him in one rough movement, glorying in the tight heat of his hole and the way Sirius cried out and arched back to him.
“Back down to the desk,” Remus growled to Sirius' shoulder. He reinforced the command with a quick but sharp catch of his teeth when Sirius didn't obey straightaway. His arse tightened around Remus' cock at the bite then he forced himself back down to the desktop, stretching his arms back out to either side, his fingers curling on the edges to keep himself still and in proper position.
Remus waited, made them both wait until Sirius rocked his hip back to him, pushing even farther onto Remus' cock. Then he began fucking him, pulling back and slamming forward again, deep and rough. Thrust. Pause. Withdraw. Pause. Thrust. Each time burying his cock completely in Sirius' body with one unyielding stab. Thrust. Pause. Withdraw. Pause. Thrust.
He wasn't sure whose orgasm he was delaying. Maybe it was his. Maybe Sirius'. Maybe both, but delay it he did. When he was too close, one pause would be come two, then three, before he'd resume again. When Sirius started to gasp and tremble, he would do the same, until both of their backs were lightly coated with the sweat of exertion and need, and until there was no way to wait any longer and he let that need and instinct take over, compelling him to chase the hot waves of pleasure until they washed completely over him, nearly drowning them both in the surging ecstasy of their joining.
When they surfaced again, gasping for breath and legs trembling, Remus was bent over the desk as well, his chest nearly stuck to Sirius' with drying sweat and he murmured quietly, “I'm not a damn bit sorry either.”
Sirius just laughed, low and rolling, and Remus closed his eyes, content and unmoving.
Thanks and loooove to everyone who read, commented, gave prompts, put up with my flailing, etc. Even more love to McKay! And squishes and respect to all of the lovely nutters who did this too. Much less love to my boss who made me walk 3 miles uphill on a bad ankle after a huge meal when I was already short on time to write and post this and he's damn lucky I still finished in time...