tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-07-01 12:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: tetsubinatu, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: role play, kink: threesome, remus/hermione/neville |
Survivor's Guilt Part 8
Title: Survivor's Guilt Part 8
Rating: R
Wordcount: 744
Pairing:Remus/Neville/Hermione
Kink(s): role play, anal play, sex toys
Originally started as part of LMoM 2008, however not finished at that time, for which I apologise. I could manage while I was sick, but when the kids fell sick something had to give.
Notes: post-DH (sans epilogue) Remus gives a practical demonstration.
Remus’ old clothes were a little loose, which he found unexpected and worrying. Despite his lecture on werewolf physiology to Hermione, he had actually put on weight during his time with Tonks - weight which he had evidently lost in the months following the final battle.
Loose clothing had its conveniences though, he thought, as he subtly adjusted his stance to keep his erection from rubbing painfully against his trousers. The role-play had been Neville’s idea and he hadn’t actually expected to get a lot out of it himself, but the sight of two naked and willingly submissive lovers dressed in nothing but Sirius’ old ties was more erotic than he had realised it would be. He leaned over Hermione’s shoulder as she gently rotated two fingers in Neville’s arse while stroking his cock at irregular intervals.
“Seek out the prostate, Miss Granger,” he murmured helpfully into her ear, with only the slightest brush of his sleeve against her right nipple as he gestured. Her breathing slipped from its even cadences and he felt a thrill of erotic power. Remembering her evident fondness for his cardigan he allowed its row of fastened buttons to press gently into her back as he reached around her to adjust her grip. “Better?” he teased as he stepped back. Her buttocks clenched convulsively around the flanged base of the butt-plug.
“Yes, sir” she answered dutifully, but with a slight breathlessness, and he suddently realised that in her distraction she was pumping Neville’s cock far too fast.
“Slow down, Miss Granger!” he barked, and with a squeak she dropped Neville’s cock entirely.
Neville groaned.
“You may return to your seat, Miss Granger,” Remus said with a sigh. “Clearly I have asked too much of you. I will continue Mr Longbottom’s preparation myself.”
Remus was surprised to see tears spring to Hermione’s eyes. Could she really be hurt by his words? He just wanted the opportunity to touch Neville himself, and he had thought she might enjoy the opportunity to watch. As she sat down at her ‘desk’ he took the opportunity to tweak one nipple gently and place a light kiss on her pouting lips. “I might even have to punish you later,” he added with a lascivious grin. She smiled back and he was pleased to see that her eyes were no longer bright with tears. He had forgotten how fiercely competitive she could be.
Neville was waiting patiently in position and Remus angled him to give Hermione a better view before inserting one, then swiftly two oiled fingers into his loosened, glistening pucker and feeling for the prostate. His other hand cupped fondly around Neville’s balls, rolling them in their sac - something he already knew Neville enjoyed. Neville moaned quietly, his body flexing with pleasure and then Remus found his prostate. Neville grunted and pushed back into the invading hand and Remus took the opportunity to insert a third finger.
“Did you see his reaction when I found his prostate, Miss Granger?”
She nodded demurely, curls bouncing slightly faster than her breasts could follow. “Yes, sir.”
“May I introduce Miss Granger to your prostate, Mr Longbottom?”
Neville’s reply was unsteady but assured, “Yes, sir.”
Remus guided two of Hermione’s smaller fingers in beside his larger one, leading them to brush gently over the bump. As their twined hands invaded his arse, Neville shuddered and arched.
“Don’t you dare come, Mr Longbottom,” Remus snapped in his iciest voice, reaching swiftly to encircle Neville’s cock with a constricting grip.
“No, sir. Thankyou, sir.”
Remus accioed the second butt-plug he had created and inserted it deftly as Hermione’s fingers withdrew. Before releasing his fingers from Neville’s cock he took the precaution of replacing their pressure with a spell to perform the same function.
“Lovely,” he said, stepping back with satisfaction and looking at his ‘class’. With their flushed cheeks and the Gryffindor ties serving merely to accentuate their essential nakedness they were a picture of youthful sexuality. Remus felt himself poised between satisfaction at the sight of all this beauty at his beck and call and feeling like a dirty old man. The utter honesty of their responses to him decided him not to sully the moment with a feeling that he knew they would both utterly repudiate.
“Well come along then! We have a lot of ground to cover today,” he said cheerfully.
TBC
Part 7 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_
Part 9 at: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/pervy_