Survivor's Guilt Part 9
Survivor's Guilt Part 9 Title: Survivor's Guilt Part 9 Rating: R Wordcount: 778 Pairing:Remus/Neville Kink(s): role play, oral sex, cardigan-love Originally started as part of LMoM 2008 Notes: post-DH (sans epilogue) Remus figures it out.
“As the topic at hand is anal penetration,” Remus began,”it would seem only logical to follow the topic to its logical conclusion, namely anal intercourse. As you are aware, this is experienced quite differently by male and female participants, and...”
A loud crack came from Harry’s room below, followed by a crash and a number of thumps. A hellish scream was cut off suddenly.
Neville jumped and Remus started for the doors, only to be prevented by Hermione’s hand on his arm. “Let me,” she said, the light in her eyes both protective and furious.
“He screamed,” Neville pointed out dubiously.
“Trust me, he’s come home furious, and hasn’t remembered the silencing charm until after he started his tantrum,” she retorted, swiftly donning her sexy nightgown and transforming it into a pink chenille housecoat with a fluffy bunny pocket.
The door slammed behind her and Neville frowned. “Pink chenille?”
“Molly has one just like it,” Remus informed him. “Either she found it the easiest form to remember in a hurry or she was making a point.” He paused and exchanged a look with Neville. Grins spread over both of their faces as they thought about it.
“He’s in trouble,” Neville informed his co-conspirator, who merely nodded and tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Now where were we, Mr Longbottom?”
Neville suddenly became aware of his near-nakedness again, and of the intent scrutiny of his favourite professor. “I think I was about to give you a blow-job,” he volunteered meekly, “But I’ll need to remove your trousers first.”
Remus blinked. “Oh. Well, yes... that sounds... Proceed as you see fit, Mr Longbottom.”
Neville dropped to his knees and crawled over to the brown corduroy trousers. Carefully he untied each brown shoelace and lifted each foot to remove the well-polished shoe and sock. He straightened and smiled up at Remus’ surprised face before running a possessive hand over Remus’ eye-level crotch and undoing the zip. Now this was something he had done before, and he was pretty damn sure he was good at it, too.
* * *
Backed up against the wall, Remus’s back was cold, but his cock was bathed in the warmth of Neville’s mouth. As Neville craned closer, taking the full length of cock down his throat Remus felt his control cracking.
“Oh... Hecate’s balls... Neville! If you want that buttplug to serve a useful purpose this evening you... God... have to stop.. now!”
Neville grinned around his mouthful, but he did stop, and with one regretful slurp he slid his mouth off Remus’ cock. “Can we have the bed back now?” he asked, his voice husky. Remus twitched at the sound of it, then nodded and collected his dignity enough to reach for his wand and transfigure the desk back to a bed.
The bed thus revealed was not the dingy single of his Grimmauld Place days, but a brand new queen-size bed from IKEA. Neville had actually helped Remus put it together only yesterday, which went some way to explaining the events of this evening. Neville tugged Remus over and arranged him on the bed, straddling him and gazing down with pleasure at his former professor.
Remus grinned up at him. “Can I take the clothes off, then?”
Neville tilted his head as if he were considering, but the matter was never in doubt. “Everything but the cardigan.” He leaned back enough to allow Remus to sit up and remove his clothes, then replace the cardigan, unbuttoned, before lying down again.
“Perfect.”
“What is it about the cardigan?” Remus enquired plaintively. He had bought several cardigans for a few pence each from Oxfam because they were cheap, unobtrusively respectable and warm. Why the youngsters had chosen to fetishise this particular garment, he could not imagine.
“Mmmmmm.” Neville pushed warm brown wool aside to nibble at the nipple revealed. “I guess... well, it’s an old man’s garment on a young, fit, attractive man.” He smiled at the blush that spread over Remus’ chest, moving his mouth to tease the other nipple. “It’s warm and comforting, like you. Sort of... unpretentiously reliable...” He smiled up from his task, “..like you... and it makes me want to rip it off and reveal the sexy, uninhibited man underneath the calm, dull, fuzzy, grandpa exterior... Oh yeah!”
Remus flipped them over, “You want sexy, huh?” The cardigan hung askew and Neville knew that this was really what he had wanted to see all along - Remus’ face alive with predatory playfulness. Remus’ gaze was intent on Neville’s face as he stroked one sure hand down Neville’s bound and throbbing cock. “Oh Neville. Hang on for the ride!”