gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-14 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: cross-dressing, remus/bill |
Title: Beautiful
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Bill
Wordcount: 771
Kink(s): crossdressing.
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Remus looks different, and Bill knows why.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "Remus/? - corsets :D (<---there has been a lack of cross-dressing thus-far, gala - i am correcting this error) in which Remus or ? dons a corset out of curiousity and is unable to get it undone. ?/Remus realises that Remus/? looks uncomfortable/curvier-than-normal and offers to help/make things worse..."
i spent hours writing a 4k+ james/sirius/remus and my computer crashed. i wrote this quickly, and i made it before midnight by 33 minutes. yay.
Bill can't stop looking at Remus. The entire meeting, he's been glancing at the werewolf, trying to figure it out. Part of him is worried Kingsley or worse yet, one of his brothers, will ask him why he's staring- he's not too worried about Tonks or Fleur, both are the sort that would encourage his looking- but he can't stop.
It's absurd, but it looks like Remus has curves. After all the time Bill's known him, he's still wearing a thin, threadbare robe. It makes sense, Remus has no job to get no clothing, and what little money Tonks has coming in is surely being saved for their infant. The robe is thin enough that it should fall limply onto his body, showing off his thin physique. Bill knows as well as his mum that without help, Remus would be starving, the robe should be clinging to his ribcage.
Instead it seems to show Remus with a large chest, a thin stomach, and large hips. Bill's had sex with enough people to know that that's the shape of female bodies, not males.
After waiting for what seems like forever, most of the Order goes on their way. Bill is supposed to be getting back to Shell Cottage and Fleur, but he can't help himself. He walks up to Remus and puts a hand on both sides of his stomach. Under the light cotton he feels more fabric. More then that, he feels what he knows from his six month anniversary is boning. It's a shock, Bill had no idea they even made corsets for men.
"Bill, would you please move your hands?" Remus voice is raspy, and his face is redder then normal. It hits Bill all of a sudden what must have happened.
"You used a self lacing charm, didn't you? Charlie used to for Quidditch all the time. Then, once he wasn't concentrating hard enough and the laces tied so tight he had to get the pads cut off at Mungo's. He was furious at the waste, but it was the only way they'd come off."
"Bill, I'm sure I'll figure something out." Remus frowns, and Bill surpresses the urge to kiss the upset off his face. The vow is when they have sex with another person, they do it with the spouse in the room. To kiss Remus without Fleur watching would be in direct violation of their rules.
"You don't look like you're figuring it out, you look like you're slowly suffocating. You're not going to be able to get it off with magic, you'll need someone to help you manually. Now, do you want to ask Kingsley, or Fred and George, or do you want me to do it?"
Remus blanches at the idea of asking either and Bill doesn't blame him. He loves his brothers like nothing else, but there's not a chance he'd trust them with information as sensitive as having an interest in corsets. "Follow me."
Remus leads him to his bedroom and Bill closes the door with a complex Eygptian locking charm his snoopy brothers shouldn't be able to undo. With a bit of difficulty Remus strips himself of his robe. The corset is black satin, cut round at the top to shape his pectorals. He's wearing black briefs, tight against his cock. Bill nearly drools at the sight, it's been so long since he's had another man.
It takes a long time to undo the laces, they're knotted in several places and pulled so tight Bill's sure the front must be cutting into Remus' skin.
"Was this your first time?' Bill asks, aiming for casual, like he doesn't want to know with all his heart.
'Yes. And I doubt I'll be trying it again."
It's a damn shame. The idea of Remus never looking this beautiful again seems sad to Bill. "Well, next time make sure you ask me. I would be glad to be of assistance."
Remus can't look him in the eye, and Bill knows this is going nowhere. So he goes home and climbs into bed, touches his wife as he tells her a tale of making love to a beautiful man, all the more lovely due to his shyness. She can read the undertones, and two days later brings a man home for Bill to play with. The winter drifts on, and Bill tries to ignore that all he can see when he looks at Remus is how gorgeous he was in the black satin. And then it's summer, and Remus is gone.
He loves his wife, but he knows one of his dying regrets will be not having Remus when he had his chance.