LMOM#14 - The Eager Pupil
Title: The Eager Pupil Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy Kink(s): wax play, dream sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1457 Notes: gosh, no idea how to write this. but i couldn't resist giving it a try :)
"I am grateful for your dedication, Percy," Professor Lupin says kindly, looking down at the tightly rolled parchment on the desk, "although I think it might have been acceptable to wait and to hand in your essay with everyone else."
He looks tired, his skin glowing silvery-pale despite the golden glow of the candles around his desk. His hands wrap around the scroll and Percy swallows loudly at the folding of Lupin's long fingers.
It was a stupid idea, he thinks angrily, and Oliver is a bastard to make him do this. It's not as if he is ever going to tell Lupin that he fancies him. It would be beyond inappropriate, beyond unprofessional and, perhaps even more importantly, beyond humiliating.
"I think perhaps you should head to bed before the curfew starts," Lupin says rising. His smile is kind, as if Percy disturbing him at ten o'clock was an unexpected pleasure and not a major annoyance.
"Percy," he chides gently and Percy realises he is still sitting. He stumbles to his feet, upsetting a candlestick and sending it flying.
"Are you okay, Percy?" Lupin asks.
"I'm fine," Percy answers truthfully. He is unharmed. Wax has splattered across his uniform. It has hardened in tiny beads across his skin.
Lupin reaches across and rights the candlestick. He seems mesmerised by the flame for a moment, his eyes flashing gold and amber in the flickering light.
Percy steps back, reaching down to peel the dried wax from his wrist.
"Don't," Lupin says, gentle and commanding at the same time. It is the tone he uses when Oliver and Flint's fights get a little too rowdy. Percy stills at the sound, looking up through his lashes.
Lupin looks conflicted. His amber eyes take in Percy's form, from his shiny shoes to his neatly brushed hair. His lips twitch between down-turned and smiling. Everything about him screams uncertainty.
And then he closes his eyes.
"Take off your shirt," he says, as if he's asking Percy to answer a question about curses or to pick up his quill to begin an exam. Percy stills, unsure if he's heard correctly.
"My shirt?" he asks.
Lupin opens his eyes. There is a hunger there, normally buried beneath layers of politeness and modesty, but now revealled by candlelight.
Percy undoes his tie with shaking fingers. He has never been particularly ashamed of his body, even if he knows that it is weedy and freckled and angular. He has imagined Lupin's body a thousand times though and he is sure that it is beautiful, golden and broad-shouldered and flawless.
Lupin's eyes stay fixed on Percy's hands as Percy drops his tie to the floor and begins to unbutton his shirt. His fingers are clumsy, fumbling with the buttons and catching as he works them through the holes.
Finally, the buttons are all undone and Percy shrugs off his shirt. He drops it to the floor. Normally, he would want to fold it but, although order is important to keep the world running smoothly, he can't find it in himself to care while Lupin is looking at him like that.
"Beautiful," Lupin says. Percy thinks he must be mad because there is nothing beautiful about Percy. But Lupin's eyes are honest and Percy knows he can trust him and, although he blushes crimson under Lupin's attention it is a blush of pleasure.
Lupin steps forward, the candlestick still in hand and Percy is unsure. He shifts uncomfortably, his stomach filled with butterflies as Lupin steps closer and closer. When he holds out his hand, Percy reaches out and grasps it without thinking.
Lupin raises the candlestick and wax dribbles onto Percy's skin. It prickles oddly with the heat, tightens as the wax hardens above it. Lupin traces a line upwards, up to the crook of Percy's elbow, where the wax pools in a puddle. It takes longer to dry here, the wax tacky. It cracks oddly when Lupin stretches his arm further, the line continuing up Percy's arm.
Lupin holds the candle over Percy's shoulder. The flame is close, close enough that Percy cannot understand why he is not burning. The heat is intense. The skin of his cheek feels as if he is stood in the Egyptian sun once again.
He breathes slowly through his mouth, his breath hitching with each slow drip of wax pooling into the hollow of his shoulder and then the dip of his collarbone.
The candle hovers below his chin and he is sure he can feel the flames licking at his face but still he does not burn. The wax falls, landing randomly, leaving splashes that cool quickly and harden against his skin.
The first drip of wax against his nipple is intense. He rocks forward towards Lupin and Lupin fondly. His other hand lets go of Percy's arm and instead rests against his waist, steady and comforting.
"Careful," he instructs.
The candle is tipped slightly and wax falls in a steady stream. Percy gasps as the heat bathes his nipple, seeming to consume it. It is a mix of pain and pleasure, keeping Percy on edge and harder than he has ever been before.
Lupin's fingers stroke against his waist softly
Percy gasps as a drop of wax rolls down his stomach, trailing lower and lower, leaving a trail as it runs.
Lupin's hands move down further.
Percy rests his head against Lupin's shoulder, mindful of the candle now sheltered by their bodies. The flames lick dangerously close to his chest, hot and bright, dancing.
Lupin's fingers tease the soft, freckled skin beneath Percy's waistband before slipping beneath his boxers.
Percy licks the skin of Lupin's neck, just above the collar of his shirt, pressing his open mouth against it to muffle his whimpers as wax drips across his lower stomach and then his hipbones.
Lupin's hands slide around to the front of his trousers, making quick work of the fly. The palm brushes against Percy's cock, feather light and tempting and not quite enough.
Percy closes his eyes tightly in anticipation. He is a smart boy. He knows what is coming next. He reaches out and braces himself against Lupin's hips. They are sharper than he expected, bone and muscle unhidden by the thin fabric of Lupin's robe.
He squeezes Lupin's hips tightly at the first splatter of wax against his cock. Lupin's throat against his mouth is not enough to stifle his sob. His eyes water, tears gathering beneath his lashes.
"Shh," Lupin soothes, "relax."
The next drop is just as unexpected, hitting against the head of his cock. The pain is instant but fades quickly. The wax shrinks against the tender skin.
Lupin tilts the candle and the flow increases. To Percy it is as if there is not long enough between each drop hitting his cock. His breath comes in hitched sobs against Lupin's throat, his hands grasp his hips hard enough to bruise. The wax is hot, it feels hot enough to burn, the candle licks against his chest, Lupin's hands press against his hips.
Lupin leans forward and kisses him, once against the mouth, close-lipped and chaste. His hand presses, flat-palmed against Percy’s cock. The wax cracks under his touch.
Percy comes with the next drop, shuddering.
"Shh," Lupin hushes.
Percy opens his eyes, surprised to find the world tilted on its axis. He is on the floor of Lupin's office, staring up at the flickering play of candlelight on the ceiling. His tie is tied securely, his shirt buttoned. His trousers, he realises as he shifts, are embarrassingly damp and sticky with his come. He swallows and pushes himself upright.
"Thank Merlin!" Lupin cries with a relieved smile. His cheeks are spotted with colour, removing the sickly look of earlier. He puts his wand back into his pocket, his easy smile returning. "I was just contacting Poppy. My anti-concussion charms have never been much good, I'm afraid."
Percy frowns, staring at his teacher. He blushes deeply, turning his eyes towards the floor.
"Perhaps you should go back to your dorm now," Lupin says calmly, looking at Percy's red face and steadfastly ignoring the rather obvious damp-patch on his grey trousers. "I think Professor Snape would be pleased to see you well-rested before his class."
Percy struggled to his feet, pressing a hand to his head as his vision swam slightly. He walked towards the door, pleased to finally be able to turn his back and flee.
He returned to his dormitory and showered, pleased to find that Oliver was already asleep. Nervously, he lit the candle on his bedside table, watching the wax with fascination for the first time in years.
He smiled to himself before he blew out the light.