LMOM #10: Bitter Brew (SS/RL, NC-17) Title: Bitter Brew Author:firefly124 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: SS/RL Kink(s): dream sex, rimming, nipple play Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 508 after deducting quotations from Remus’ POV of this installment
No sooner had Severus entered the room than the Potter brat scarpered. Thank Merlin for small favors.
Lupin gulped the potion and handed back the goblet, shocks arcing along Severus’ nerves as their fingers brushed. The wolf shuddered and licked his lips provocatively.
“Still an incorrigible tease, I see,” Severus said.
Lupin’s eyes widened. “Harry—”
“Left the moment I entered the room. Hadn’t you noticed?” Severus lifted an eyebrow.
“No.”
And perhaps he hadn’t. The foolish wolf hadn’t taken his eyes from Severus’ since he’d arrived. The effect was … astonishingly erotic.
“Then we’re … alone?” Lupin asked.
“As you see.” Severus flicked his wand carelessly at the classroom door.
“Sev—”
Severus shut him up the most effective way he knew, covering his mouth completely with his own. It took a moment for the idiot to catch on, but then he relaxed and opened his mouth, bitter with the aftertaste of Wolfsbane but yet still deliciously familiar. Never letting up, Severus re-learned the contours of Remus’ teeth and the texture of his tongue.
Carefully unfastening buttons and trousers, Severus maneuvered him back against the desk. Dusky nipples beckoned, and Severus traced them languorously and pinched them into peaks before bending to taste, first nibbling, then licking and suckling each in turn.
“Merlin, Severus!” Remus started fumbling with his buttons in turn, succeeding only in tangling his fingers in Severus’ frock coat. He arched his back as Severus’ teeth scraped over his nipples.
Suddenly impatient, Severus stood and turned him around, pulled down Remus’ trousers, barely registering the sound of buttons clattering away on the floor. He bent Remus over the desk and parted his arse cheeks, gazing at the enticing sight for several breaths before tracing the opening with his tongue several times and then pressing inward.
Remus’ gasps and whimpers urged him on as he built a rhythm: circle, circle, circle, press. Circle, circle, circle, press. Remus began to edge his arse back, taking Severus’ tongue deeper into his musky warmth until Severus had to pin his hips roughly to the desk. This only made the whimpers grow.
Undoing his own trouser placket, Severus resumed his rhythm. Circle, circle, circle, press. Freeing a hand, he took himself out and wordlessly Conjured a lubricant potion, coating himself thoroughly. Circle-stroke, circle-stroke, circle-stroke, press-pause. Circle-stroke, circle-stroke, circle-stroke, press-pause.
Straightening, he positioned himself at Remus’ entrance.
“Merlin, yes!”
Not needing any further encouragement, Severus filled him with a single, harsh thrust, driving him once again into the surface of the desk, and began pounding into him relentlessly. He smirked when he saw Remus try to bring a hand to his own cock and give up, unable to work the hand between body and desk. An eternity later, and entirely too soon, Remus cried out and convulsed around him, driving Severus towards his own climax as his body threatened to shatter.
Remus turned as if to capture Severus’ lips with his own, and Severus bent to accept, only to find himself pressing his face into his pillow as hot semen pulsed onto his abdomen and soaked into the linens beneath him.
Face flaming with humiliation, Severus snatched his wand and cleaned himself up, grateful that at least the mangy cur had no idea what a simple touch of his fingers had wrought.