psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-16 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: bukakke, kink: oral sex, remus/severus |
LMoM #16 by odogoddess - 30 Nov 1975 - Gryffindors talk too much... & Slytherins listen too hard
Title: 30 Nov 1975 - Gryffindors talk too much & Slytherins listen too hard
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): bukakke
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 1,305
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
I should change the password to this journal. Feeling bloody stupid saying it out loud. Still, just being able to talk without writing down the words is prime. It's great getting all the lectures this way. I can just re-read what the instructor said instead of having to try and remember or decipher my notes. Of course, it might work even better if I hadn't spelled it to use my own handwriting.
Had another bit of rough with the Meek earlier. For all that he's as foolish as any Gryffindor, Lupin is and remains meek as milk. I'd hate to have him with me in a pinch. He'd protect his own backside.
Worse is he talk, talks, talks until I just want to slap him. Usually I fuck him. Or fuck that pretty mouth of his. He's gotten quite good at that, and what's more, seems to like it.
I can do it all right, but it's not my favourite thing and whilst it's not poison, as Lucius used to say, it's also not exactly a cheering thing, is it? Having some bloke's bollocks balancing on your chin whilst you suck out the next generation in the making isn't so fine as Lucius made it out to be. Having it done, though? Bloody brilliant!
Reg will do it, but my House mates all expect something in return. Lupin just wants to suck and be sucked and no strings. If he'd been setting me up for a prank I'd have smelt it by now, or felt it from him. When we touch if we're messing about I can tell how he feels. He's disgustingly open in more ways than orally.
So if Mr Meek wants to suck me, I shan't argue. I just wish he'd keep his mouth shut. Or maybe open.
Sometimes he looks at me as if I'm the answer to a bunch of his questions, but then I was maybe, since he wasn't sure he was bent before it all and now he's quite sure.
Any road out, Reg has mentioned I'm not about as much, but he's started something with Mulciber now and they're thick as thieves at the moment, so it's not like I'm noticed.
I plan to keep it that way.
30 Nov 1975
RJL here.
I'm bent. I mean, I knew it, but I'm really, really bent.
All I want to do lately when SS and I get together is suck his dick. I love it. I love how it tastes and feels in my mouth and I especially love the sounds he makes and how he touches me whilst I do it. I also love how he touches me after. Sometimes we'll kiss and hold each other for ages until we're both hard again and then we wank each other or something.
The guys still haven't figured anything out. I'm careful to take time to meet with him on my rounds, or after, or in the library. Oh, and he showed me a great room on the third floor, totally deserted. Everything in there is covered with dusty tarps and the room has stained glass windows and arching pillars. It made me wonder if Hogwarts had a chapel once. Snape thought that was a stupid idea, but I rather like it. When we go in there it's like having sex in church - something forbidden.
My family used to go to church. Nothing so grand, but a modest little place with a nervous little vicar who used to mumble during the sermons. It's all I really remember of it.
I wondered if SS ever went to church. Doubtful, as Purebloods don't tend to be particularly religious, but sometimes there's someone in the family who gets the rest to church, at least for awhile. He doesn't seem religious, but then, he did choose that room and he seems to like it. Maybe it reminds him of his family church? Or maybe the thought of messing about in church is exciting to him?
Either way, tonight I'm going to try something I've been wanting to for a while. I hope SS doesn't get mad. More later.
RJL again.
SS must think I'm sick.
I met him behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy. The passage there is closed off, but there is plenty of privacy in the nooks of the passage.
I pushed him into one and knelt down.
He didn't stop me. He just bit his lip and sucked in a breath when I began to suck on him. Merlin, but he tastes good!
This time, though, when his bollocks tightened and his prick began to twitch, I pulled back and stroked him as he spunked, and I let the spunk fall all over my face.
I must be a sick pervert, but I'd been wanting to feel that and to smell him on me like that since the first time I'd sucked him. I can't ask Pomfrey, but I wonder if it's not the other side of me that wants it. Like marking and being marked. I learnt about that in the books Father gave me after I was bitten. He never hid anything from me, but those books didn't say anything about this. Pissing is one thing, spunking another.
'What are you doing?'
He stared at me as I leaned back to sit on my haunches and just breathe in the scent of him. It was strong and feral and suddenly I felt like running outside like that, with the smell of him covering me, his spunk drying on my skin and crusting into flakes that would drift into my hair. I wanted him to mark me, and I wanted to mark him.
I was suddenly more scared than I've ever been before.
'Sorry, I pulled back too soon,' I said, then got my wand and cleaned up.
I had to get out of there, get away from him.
'Was that all?'
I turned back. I had made it halfway back to the statue.
'I didn't have a lot of time. My mates are going to wonder where I am,' I said, only half-lying.
I turned back and kept walking.
'Wait!'
I turned and SS looked at me strangely, staring. His eyes narrowed.
'What about next time?'
'We can do something else,' I assured him.
He frowned now.
'I meant where will we meet?'
I almost cursed. We'd been setting up a meeting, and a fall back place each time after messing about... and I'd just completely forgotten in my panic.
'Oh, sorry. It's just later than I thought,' I lied. I looked away from him and pretended to think. 'Wednesday? I have rounds and we could use the Prefect's bath again.'
'I have detention with Pringle.'
'Oh. Um... well...'
'Tuesday. Your lot has Quidditch practise. We could meet here again. Or in that room on the Third Floor.'
'Okay,' I said, relieved. 'That room. After dinner.'
He nodded and I moved up quick, to kiss him. He let me, but his dark eyes kept staring at me as if he knew somehow that I was keeping something from him.
'I'll be there,' I promised.
He nodded and then, to my surprise, he bent slightly to kiss me again.
I let him, suddenly wishing I hadn't cleaned up, and that he was kissing me like this, but with his spunk all over my face, my neck, and I pulled back.
'I really have to go.'
I hurried from the room and hoped he didn't think it was too strange of me, too abrupt.
Even if he did, though, I had to get away. If he realised just how sick my thoughts were getting, he might not want anything to do with me.
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