psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-17 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: frottage, kink: golden showers, kink: sex in water, remus/severus |
LMoM#17 by odogoddess - You don't need a weather report...
Title: 7 Dec 1975 - You don't need a weather report to see which way the wind blows
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): frottage, kissing, frottage, intercrural, golden showers
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 970
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
The Meek's been a bit strange. Last week end he made me get off on his face and then pretended it was an accident. I could tell he enjoyed it, just like MacNair does when Crabbe jets him.
On Tuesday he let me use his thighs and then chucked his muck as soon as I said he could have a go. It's like he's not done anything before and I wonder if he's having me on. Everyone knows Gryffindors are randy sods. Then maybe it's on account of his being bent. I can't believe he's not told that lot nor as well that they haven't caught on. Of course, everyone knows Gryffindors are a stupid lot.
I'm surprised Lils hasn't told him. She told me she thought he might be bent back second year.
I wish he wasn't in a mardy about it. So long as he doesn't announce it at the High Table at dinner no one is going to give a rat's fart. Even the Muggles aren't so fussed as they used to be. They have queer singers now on telly. That Elton John fellow is a nancy if I ever saw one. The thing is not to be obvious. It's when you stick out that people notice and give you aggro.
Meek should have learnt that from the game yesterday if nothing else. He's the worst player on that pathetic team, although he's just filling in at the moment. Meek got knocked arse over tit three times in the game and they still celebrated as if they'd won the House Cup, which just goes to prove that house is for the gormless.
7 Dec 1975.
RJL here.
Had my first and only game as a keeper yesterday. I got knocked off my broom more than once and we lost to Ravenclaw, but I didn't care. The gang held a party, said it was to celebrate the coming Christmas hols but I knew it was for me.
I wish I could tell SS that and what it means, but the only ones who know, who are allowed to know, are my dorm mates and my teachers. Anyone else the Headmaster has to sanction.
Meeting SS tonight in the prefect's bath after my rounds. We had to skip yesterday because of Quidditch, but it was worth it. I'll make it up to him tonight.
More later.
RJL here.
Tonight was brilliant!
SS was taking the mickey about Gryffindor losing yesterday, especially because I was playing Keeper. I ended up pushing him in the tub.
He was madder than a wet hen when he came up, but I let him pull me in, laughing, and soon we were dunking each other like kids.
Soon enough we'd tossed our wet clothes and shoes up on the tiles and started kissing and rubbing our pricks together in the water.
He got off pretty fast and I could tell he felt a bit odd about it, but then he grabbed my prick and put it under his bollocks, between his legs.
I hadn't done that before and facing him and kissing him like that, I spunked fast and hard.
We got out of the tub and set up a Siccus charm over our clothes. Those take a bit to work and so we towelled off so as not to get a chill and sat to wait. He got up after a bit and said he was going to go have a slash and I couldn't help it -- I asked him if we could try something.
He was surprised as we'd just finished something, but I told him I didn't mind and if I got messy there was a bath all ready.
So I asked him to piss on me.
His face didn't even change expression, but I could see by his eyes that he was surprised. But he didn't say no. He just kind of nodded and said, 'All right, but it's your idea, mind, if you find you don't like it.'
I agreed.
He couldn't get going at first, even though he really had to, but when he finally started I wished it wouldn't end. I can't say how good that felt.
It was warm and smelled so ripe, so strong, splashing on my chest where I knelt in front of him, and as it moved down my body I began to get hard again. He just stared as he held himself and pissed and I started to wank. He aimed and pissed on my crotch as I did and just as his stream began to die down a few moments later, I was spunking again, so hard I thought I'd hurt something.
I just sat there, catching my breath with my prick in my hand after he finished.
'You're a sick fuck, Lupin.'
I looked up at him, afraid now that I had finally scared him. But he was smirking.
'Who's more sick,' I asked him. 'Me for asking to be pissed on or you for agreeing to piss on me?'
'I never said I wasn't a sick fuck,' he muttered and went to check on his clothes.
He was upset that his shoes had shrunk, but I showed him a good stretching charm. He kissed me after we dressed, just before leaving. It turns out that because of Quidditch practise for me, we can't meet before next week end.
Next week end is just before my moon time. I'm not sure I want to be with him then, even though that is when I want sex the most. I'm afraid I might do or say something that would really scare him.
I'm afraid of doing anything that might mess things up between us.
I'm afraid I might be starting to love SS. Just a little.
on to entry #18