Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 7 Author: nimrod_9 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): bondage Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 814
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Remus licked the last bit of butter from his lips, it tasted faintly of asparagus. How the house elves managed all this he had no idea. He set the tiny, individual sized trifle on the bedside table for later. It would be wonderful to see Severus devour it. Truthfully, watching Severus eat was like watching a finicky cat; you were never for certain if he really was enjoying himself. When it came to cock sucking, however, Severus was never that restrained. Remus shook his head. Must be the asparagus or that I’ve been talking about sex for the past eight hours.
With a swift tug he straightened the blanket over Severus. Remus lightly stroked the gown covered back that now faced him. “I was thinking about the time after the kitchen table reunion. I was poring over some volumes in the library at Grimmauld Place looking for a counter-curse of some type, when you arrived by floo. Naturally, I was startled as no one was supposed to be there. My fingers curled around my wand and I waited. You popped your head in and demanded ‘Have you seen him?’ ‘Seen whom?’ I asked. Not surprisingly, you gave me your best eye roll and then stated ‘Albus, of course.’
I told you Albus was most definitely not here. You sighed, one of your patented put out sighs, and told me I would have to do. ‘Do what?’ I asked. ‘I need to test an item that could be helpful in the field. It’s a length of rope that vanishes without a trace after a prescribed amount of time.’ ‘How do you plan on testing it?’ I asked. ‘Oh, Lupin really. By tying you up, of course.’ Was your response. I wanted to laugh, but you looked quite serious.
“’Fine where would you like me?’ I asked. You pointed at the large chair behind the desk. It looked almost like a throne with tall spires along the back. I’d never actually sat in it before.
You fussed with my hands raising them slightly over my head, and then whispered an incantation that snapped the rope in two. My hands were tied in a moment, and you whispered again. Then you slipped behind the chair; I could hear the rope sliding across your fingers. I waited and waited before I had to ask ‘What are you doing?’. Your fingers stopped. ‘Japanese rope bondage, it is really quite beautiful you know.’ You replied.
I swallowed, hard. My cock was on the rise. Bondage. I wanted to see, but I knew I couldn’t so I pulled on my wrists instead. I was well tied. My cock was hard as a rock. I could hear your fingers continue to slide along the rope. You whispered ‘Is it too tight?’. Your voice rolled over me like silk across skin. I shivered and my cock pulsed. You knew. I could hear your breathing quicken.
“You stepped around the front of the chair, trailing one finger from my palm, down my arm, across my chest to my belly. I gasped as you stopped. You didn’t say anything as your eyes bored into mine as your hand slipped lower. I didn’t resist the urge to push up into your hand as it grazed my cock. I had expected a ‘what do we have here’ or ‘really, Lupin…bondage’, but you remained silent as you dropped to your knees in front of me. I wanted to tear the ropes off, to grasp the inky strands of you hair in my fingers, to flip you over the desk and fuck you. The arousal of not being able to do either was incredible. I had never imagined it would be like that.”
“You unfastened my trousers and pulled my cock from my pants. You were a tease and you lapped at my cock as if it was a lolly. You ran inquisitive fingers over my length, touching and squeezing. I wanted your mouth on me; I wanted to shove my cock down your throat. You went back to the licking. Finally, you sucked the head of my cock into your mouth. It was heaven and I wanted more, so much more. You released me from your mouth and fisted me until I begged ‘Please’. It was, obviously, the right thing to say. You sucked me down hard bobbing and lapping at me on the down stroke. I didn’t last long after that, and flooded your mouth as I came with a whisper of your name. It took me a moment to open my eyes again.”
“The ropes released me and you lowered my hands kissing the palms. ‘Thank you, I believe the test was successful.’ You said before tucking me back in and fastened my trousers. A brief nod and ‘Good night, Lupin’ followed you out the door.”
“As it turned out Albus was in Wales that weekend.”