ellid (ellid) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-04 07:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: ellid, kink: bondage, remus/severus |
LMOM #4
Title: Control
Author: Ellid
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Kink(s): bondage (implied)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 540
Note: not DH compatible in the slightest.
"There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be."
Norman Mailer
Remus insisted on being left alone to "set the stage" with their new toys while Severus made tea. "Finger foods only," he'd said, with a leer that was almost sweet. "We'll need to keep our strength up."
And so Severus had even more time to be nervous as he waited for the kettle to boil, laid out the biscuits and grapes and hothouse berries, and cast non-spill charms on the teapot, sugar bowl, and cream pitcher.
It's not that I don't trust him. I do. I have ever since we came back from Germany. But this -
He had spent most of his life under the thumb of two demanding masters. One was benevolent and one cruel, but neither had given him any breathing room. It was only now, after nearly dying, after house arrest, after enough tragedy that the likes of Potter would have cracked long ago, that he was able to live as he pleased, where he pleased, with the person he chose. He finally had control.
And now Remus was asking him to give it up, even if only for a few minutes. What would happen? It could be very good indeed, or it could be a disaster, and the only way they'd know would be to -
"Ready, love?" Remus stripped to the waist, leaned over his shoulder and snagged a chunk of fruit. "Everything is set."
"It's as you see." Severus cleared his throat. "Let's get on with it, shall we? I have that miserable excuse for homework to grade tonight."
He gestured at the tray, which started to rise. Remus frowned and counteracted the spell. "It's Saturday, love. You have all day Sunday to grade."
"I'd like to - "
Remus sighed and wrapped his arms about Severus, bare skin rubbing lightly against Severus' t-shirt. "We can do this some other time if you're nervous. I think you'll enjoy it, though."
"I'm not nervous," Severus said, a bit too quickly. The silk knickers had been wet since they'd arrived at that bloody sex shop, and now the zip on his jeans felt uncomfortable against his nascent erection. "I'm - "
"Nervous?"
"Bloody terrified," he mumbled. Only Remus could do this to him. Normally he welcomed it, but this time - would it ruin all that they'd built? Erotic play was one thing, but the last time he'd been restrained it had been by the Aurors, and it had not been erotic.
"I was afraid of that," said Remus. He turned Severus so that they were facing. "You can use a safe word, something you'd never normally say. 'Nazi,' for instance, or 'Voldemort.'"
"You must be mad if you'd think I'd ever say his name in bed." Severus pressed his forehead to his lover's. "Safe word?"
"It's your safety valve, love. Just say it and I'll stop, no matter what we're doing." Remus drew him down into a teasing kiss. "Your way to stay in control."
Control. Severus stood very still as arousal overcame the last traces of nerves. "'Nazi,' eh? As long as you don't expect me to speak German, that should work."
"Good," said Remus. He levitated the tea tray. "Shall we?"
Severus nodded and let himself be guided up the stairs.