psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-14 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: frottage, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus |
LMoM #14 by odogoddess - 22 Nov 1975 - Wherein We Talk... a little
Title: 22 Nov 1975 - Wherein We Talk... a little
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): frottage, kissing
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 1,690
22 Nov 1975
RJL here.
I'm so glad to have a weekend to be able to catch up with things, the guys, and schoolwork. Although, not too much schoolwork. I got pretty much with or ahead of my class whilst I was in the library.
Which is fine because I also need time to consider what is going on with Severus. I'd like time to sneak off and be with him, but that's really unlikely. I can't even really send him a note, unless I use a school owl and then the guys will want to know who I am writing.
I can try to sneak him a note, but I don't know any places he hangs out. Well, except the library. Maybe he will be there? Maybe tonight?
I decided to go by there after lunch. If Snape was in there, I could get a note to him.
He wasn't there, but there was a dragonfly, a paper dragonfly, perched on the window seat in the stack where Snape had wanked me.
My heart was thundering as I picked it up and unfolded it.
This message was just like the last one short and to the point: fourth floor. Prefects bath. Midnight. You know the password.
Snape had actually touched upon something that had been bothering me, something I had been afraid of, with my long convalescence in the infirmary. I had thought that the headmaster or Professor McGonagall might decide that it was better for me to no longer be prefect. But nothing happened.
Of course, there was another prefect for Gryffindor house, Marlene McKinnon, and she had done my rounds, as well as hers, whilst I was gone. I decided to buy her some candy next time I went to Hogsmeade for having to do my work as well as hers.
I hadn't touched myself all day, so by that time curfew rolled around and Marlene and I had finished our rounds, I was as horny as a hare.
I told Marlene that I would do the towers and submit our report to Professor McGonagall. Marlene thanked me. And I hurried to the rest of our rounds and then fairly flew to the prefects bath.
'Lux aeterna.'
The door to the prefect's bath slid open, and a lean dark line slid from the shadows across the hall and moved toward me.
'Took you long enough.'
'I had to finish my rounds.'
He seemed uneasy now, and that made me uneasy.
'Is everything all right?'
He made a shushing sound. 'Hurry up and get in.'
I stood back and let him enter. He stepped in stoop-shouldered as always and looked around. I suddenly realised he had his hand on his wand.
'There's no one else in here, you know. The door locks when anyone is in here and the only person who can unlock it is a professor or another prefect. But the room will warn you if someone is seeking to enter.'
His black eyes stared at me for a long moment.
'Nice.' He still seemed uneasy, but he put his wand away. 'There isn't much in the way of privacy in Slytherin house, except in bed.'
I considered this. 'What do you mean?'
He shrugged. 'Well, the drapes stay closed, don't they?'
This was giving me whole new insights into Slytherin house. As well, it made sense and that bothered me. It was such a simple solution to a lack of privacy issue inside the dorm. Yet, I somehow knew that such a solution would not work in Gryffindor house.
'The drapes aren't closed in our dorm,' I told him.
He looked appalled. For some reason I found it amusing.
'You get f-- you wank in the open? Where everyone can see you?'
I had heard his self-correction and it bothered me. Had he done that already? Or had it been done to him already?
Snape was obviously poor, I had seen it the first time I clapped eyes on him. His robes fit well enough, but they have that dull, softened look that clothes get when one too many mending spells are used on them. I knew all about that, using them myself. Clothes are expensive.
There were wealthy boys in my dorm, but I had nothing to fear from them. I wondered if the same could be said for Slytherin house or more specifically, if it could be said about a poor student in Slytherin house. Somehow, I doubted it.
'Do the older boys take advantage?' I dared to touch his face.
He pulled away. 'If all you're gonna do is talk and ask questions, I have better things to do!'
His face was fierce and defiant. I felt bad. I shook my head.
'No. I'm sorry. It's just I don't know much about Slytherin house, I mean, you're the first Slytherin I know.'
He seemed to consider this. 'Well… This isn't some inter-house unity rally. I thought we were going to… do things.'
I almost laughed. Do things? This was the boy who had spoken filthy things in my ear just last night as he rutted against my thighs? And yet I knew, more than ever, that Severus Snape was utterly sincere. This was Severus Snape. He was made up of as much bravado as the average Gryffindor, it seemed.
I kept these thoughts to myself.
'What would you like to do?'
Snape's face grew flushed.
'What we did was good. Or we could play cow.'
'Cow?'
His blush increased.
'In our dorm, a guy will get on hands and knees and the other guys all take turns milking. You know,' he made a crude gesture. 'Each gets four pulls. You've got to finish before it's the first guy's turn again. Whoever's randiest goes first. If there's only a couple guys, though, you can still do it, just you do it in turns until you're both done.'
I considered this. Our dorm had one joint wank once, but it had been a silly, spur-of-the-moment thing and never happened again. We had all shared a wank with one or the other in the dorm at some point, but it sounded like it was a bit more common in Slytherin House.
'Would you like, I mean, would you mind if I tried what, um, Regulus was doing? With my mouth, I mean. I'd like to do that, or, um, learn to do that. If you like?'
I was the one who was beet-red now, but Snape was looking at me like I had turned blue and grown an extra head.
'Why would you want to do that?'
'Merlin, but you're suspicious,' I said. 'I'd like to is all. You know I'm bent. Isn't that what bent blokes do?'
He considered this. 'Not all boys that do this are bent. In our house, well, it's a tradition. Slytherins take care of their own. Most of the boys from well-to-do families have been engaged since they were much younger, even from infancy. So the dorms is a bit of fun before they have to take a wife. Plus it builds camaraderie.'
This sounded like a speech that had been rehearsed and said many times before.
'That's how Lucius explained it, anyway,' he finished in a mumble that confirmed it.
I nodded as if I understood. He hadn't said he was bent or not, but he was definitely willing. Maybe he just didn't like having his prick sucked? Or maybe he didn't trust me to do it, not after what happened the first time.
'We can just wank each other. I don't mind. It's better than doing it yourself, right?'
He didn't answer and I stepped up and leaned in to kiss him, to start things off.
He leaned back and stared, his black eyes wide.
'What are you doing?'
'Kissing you,' and I did. Not a rabbit kiss and not hard, but soft and slow as I'd been imagining.
His lips were cool and chapped, but the kiss was wonderful. I leaned in closer and put my hands on his hips. He did the same and soon we were butting our hips, our tented crotches rubbing together.
I got closer still and began to unbutton his trousers. He pushed my hands away, pulling away for a moment and we both undid our own trousers and pulled our pants down then came back together.
Pressing my prick to his whilst we kissed felt so good! It felt so right, like it was supposed to be this way always.
I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his lips. He moved back to stare at me and I moved a hand down to wrap it around both of us. He gasped and then leaned in to kiss me, open-mouthed.
That was even better.
Severus tasted of licorice and pumpkin pasty, tea and something smoky and bitter. I pulled back, kissing his jaw. He did the same after a moment.
'You smoke?'
He nodded. 'Uh-huh. MacNair's father sends him damaged cartons. They run a dry goods and he gets all the ones that get crushed or damaged. He trades them for essays and stuff.'
'Oh.' I moved my lips back to his again and rubbed us both harder and faster.
He made an approving sound and his arms slipped around me suddenly, holding me tighter to him. That felt best of all.
I slipped free of his mouth to kiss his jaw, then his neck. He tasted good there, strong and salty and I could smell him quite strongly, which made me get so hard my bollocks ached.
'I'm close,' I managed to say.
He nodded and pulled us even tighter together. 'Yeah.'
I swiped my thumb over the heads of both our pricks. Then he stiffened all over and his prick jerked in my grasp and I began to spunk even as he covered me with his.
It was wonderful and I told him so.
He didn't say anything, but the side of his mouth quirked a bit and he seemed pleased.
I sighed, a little sad it was over already and we'd be going back to our dorms.
I bent to get my wand from my fallen trousers and suddenly he touched my arm and looked amused.
'What?'
He rolled his eyes and looked around. 'We're in the bath, you knob. Aren't there better ways to clean up?'
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