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LMoM#20 by odogoddess, 9 Jan 1976 - Sweet 16
Title: 9 Jan 1976 - Sweet 16
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): exhibitionism, coming in clothes, bondage, chocolate frog abuse, biting, licking, golden showers, wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 2,030
Author's note: If you are reading this for the first time, please go to the first entry and start reading there. Otherwise, this saga may not make any sense at all. Thanks!
9 Jan 1976
RJL here.
Tonight, the prefect's bath and I can't wait. It's the first time since we got back from hols that SS and I can be together. It's been torture. I haven't stopped wanking all week. I actually wanked for SS in Ancient Runes.
I made sure only he could see before I pulled myself from my trousers and wanked nice and slow for half the class until I spunked into my hand. Then I licked it off my fingers, one by one, sucking them over and over as I looked at him.
His face barely changed expression, but his knuckles were white where he was holding onto his desk and his eyes were wide and a bit panicked. I'm not sure, but I think he might have spunked his knickers.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
The Meek's been moping about all week, trying to cadge a shag. Absolutely shameless, he just wanked himself in Runes, then he sucked the jism off his fingers.
I could imagine that mouth of his on me, the way he tongues under my foreskin and rubs my bollocks, and suddenly I shot off in my kegs, right there in class. I've never done that before. The feeling was twice as strong because I was afraid someone might have seen, especially Lils.
It took me awhile to get my wand and clean up, because Lils kept looking my way during class. I don't think she saw. She wouldn't understand.
She's never understood how things are.
She thinks things will get better if you just hope they will.
Merlin save me, but she drives me spare... and I can't help wanting to protect her.
She's a Mudblood. She hates the word, but it's just what people like her are called. It doesn't really mean anything. Slytherins don't believe in a stupid term some mealy-mouthed ministry official decided was more appropriate for people to use. 'Muggle-born' is not the same at all. Makes it sound like they're separate and they're not. In the magical world, it's all to do with blood.
You're either a Pureblood, a Half-Blood or a Mudblood. Simple. There's no need to muck it up with a namby-pamby term that's meaningless. Might as well say you're a 'magical Muggle.' See? It's bloody stupid.
Still, she's the kindest person I've ever known, and my first real friend, and I care about her. I always will. She makes me believe I won't always be some poor Half-blood from a dying mill town.
When she looks at me sometimes I forget I'm the Half-blood broom in my year. With her I can forget and just be Severus. Or Sev, to her.
That was what she'd written in her delicate script on the small box she left on my desk after class. 'Sev,' it read.
She gave me that smile that makes my stomach clench and whispered, 'Happy Birthday, Sev.'
She'd remembered. I don't know why I'm surprised, but every year I am that she remembers.
No one else does.
RJL here.
I saw Lily leave Severus something after class.
He hid it right away, so it made me wonder and I had to ask her as we climbed the stairs to our tower.
'Oh, it's his birthday,' she said.
I didn't know. He'd never said anything.
'His parents never get him anything,' she confided. 'They're poor.'
'Oh.' So he does have a father then. I wondered why he never said anything.
'So ever since I found out, I give him candy or a card. The first year, I didn't have money for anything, not even a card, so I gave him a lock of my hair taped to a piece of paper with 'Happy Birthday' written on it. He was ten. I just think it's so sad for someone not to get anything for their birthday.'
I nodded and thanked her and hurried to talk to Marlene. I had rounds that night, but I needed her to take part of them, if she could. There was something else I had to do.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Lupin's gone round the twist and he took me with him.
I was late as Rookwood stopped me for a go, but Gus has never understood the term 'tit for tat.' He expects, but doesn't care to deliver and my arse may be up for grabs, but it isn't free. I can thank Lucius for getting the rest to understand a Half-blood isn't like a House Elf, catering to their whims. We are all of value. Some Purebloods still think they deserve something for nothing just because they have privilege.
He didn't have anything I needed or wanted and he didn't want to give away anything that would have made it worth it. Trust Gus to have gone through his holiday plunder already, but that wasn't my problem and I didn't have to give in. Only if I want to, and he's not all that good.
I half-expected Lupin to be gone by the time I got to the fourth floor, but as I moved through the shadows, suddenly someone put a hand over my mouth and held down my wand arm.
'Trust me?'
I relaxed when I heard his voice, but still I looked around to make sure it wasn't a set up of some kind.
'No one else is here, Severus,' he whispered in my ear, before biting it and licking it and blowing on it.
I was getting harder by the second.
'I've got a special surprise for you.'
He got us both into the bath and pushed me against one of the benches. Before I could say anything, he had Petrificus'd me.
I wasn't too sure if I liked this game.
He stripped me and I tried to relax, but was getting nervous. He tied my arms behind me and tied my ankles together, then he released me from the spell and I swallowed.
'What do you think you're doing?' I had just wanted a good shag to finish up my birthday.
'A little bird told me it was a special day for you,' he said, smiling, and I rolled my eyes. Lils, no doubt.
'So I got you a little something. Well... a handful of little somethings.' He held up a sack and I frowned.
Then he drew his wand and applied a heating charm to the bag.
'I think that's good,' he said to himself and then opened the bag and tipped it onto my chest.
Partly-melted, sluggish chocolate frogs came out. They were too warm to jump properly, so they gave half-hearted hops down my body, leaving trails of chocolate in their wake. One weary frog sat near my nipple and melted down into my arm pit. Two made it as far as my pubes and I winced at the thought of getting sticky chocolate off, although we were in the bath. At least he had taken my clothes off.
I looked back over to him and he was naked. He had one wriggling, dripping frog in his hand and he laid it atop my bollocks. I jerked a little as it frog-stepped onto my cock and perched at the bell end.
'I love chocolate,' was all he said before leaning over and starting to lick it off me.
RJL here.
Severus Snape is delicious. Even not covered in chocolate.
While Marlene took over the end of my rounds, I ran all the way through the one-eyed witch passage and just barely made it to Honeyduke's before they closed. Just in time to get a bag of chocolate frogs. Cost me a bit of my holiday money, but it was worth it.
By the time I had licked up all the chocolate on his chest and belly, the frog on his dick had completely melted and he was arching his hips and making very sexy noises.
He spunked as I was using my tongue to get all the chocolate from under his foreskin, and I kept him tied up as I finished licking off all the chocolate.
Then I levitated him into the tub and washed him myself, head to toe. I wanked him for last, stroking him slowly, so slowly, rubbing his bollocks in the soapy water, even as he cursed and whimpered and, finally, begged me to let him go.
Then I used the spell my Uncle Maurice had drunkenly told me about over the hols and stretched myself before releasing Severus.
I turned from him and held onto the side of the tub, holding my legs up, frog-fashion, which I felt was apropos.
He was on me in an instant.
'I don't like being restrained,' he said in my ear as he bit hard at my shoulder and sucked on the bite mark.
'Good,' I told him. 'Because I want you to fuck me like an animal.'
I got no warning. He just thrust up and in, hard, and I clung to the side of the tub and tried not to pass out, it felt so damn good. I had missed him so badly all through the hols. I had wanted this each and every day.
He fucked me like a madman, driving into me, one hand pinching my nipples over and over, then rubbing them slowly before pinching them again. He took the other and slid his fingers near my mouth and I sucked them in. One by one I sucked on his fingers like I had sucked on his prick as we both gasped and he fucked me like I had been wanting for so long.
I thought he'd break my ribs when he finally spunked, holding me so tightly, biting my neck and shoulder again and gasping for breath.
I was still hard as a stone, but I was so glad he had found it so exciting.
I turned in the tub and kissed his sweaty face and ran my hands through his hair.
'Happy Birthday, Severus.'
He looked at me and I felt hurt. He still looked at me like he wasn't sure why I was here, why I would be doing such a thing, like he thought I was going to hurt him.
'I love you,' I wanted to say, but I didn't. I caught my breath and tried a small smile.
'Care to help me out?' I put his hand on my aching prick.
He groped me for a bit, still catching his own breath, then he let me go and pointed with his chin.
'Out of the tub.'
I nodded and stepped out and waited for him. He didn't say a word or tell me anything. He just took his prick in hand and aimed it at me and I suddenly knew what he wanted to do. I hurried to my knees as the piss began to arch down.
This felt even more wonderful than the first time, his warm fluid flowing over my cool body. I wished I could bathe in it.
I grabbed myself and wanked and wanked and damn near yanked it off as I came so hard I almost passed out.
'Thank you,' he said as he finished up.
I slid into the tub again to wash up as he towelled off. I was climbing out of it as he dressed.
'I don't know if I'll be able to meet until next Friday, but I should have the weekend free. You don't have Quidditch anymore, right?'
'No. Jack Meaghan is back.'
'Then, next weekend.' He bent to kiss me and I suddenly froze. 'What's wrong?'
'I, um, can't next weekend.' It's full moon this coming Friday. I could be laid up all week end. I never bloody know! 'Um, the guys had some sort of plans. I'll see if I can get out of it, but...'
It was the best I could come up with on such short notice, but he just looked a little annoyed, then nodded.
'Let me know.'
I nodded and watched him walk out. I felt the tiniest bit cheated and I realised on the way back to Gryffindor Tower that he hadn't given me that kiss.
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