Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 639
Warning: Unbeta'd
Remus sipped his tea. He had taken a few careless bites of the biscuit in front of him, but he wasn’t hungry. The tea was soothing, though. He needed that. What good Brit, Wizard or Muggle, couldn’t be uplifted by a cup of tea with milk? He absently stroked Severus’ hand.
“I think someone should write a book about us. I’m certain there must be a market for gay/Wizard/Death Eater/Werewolf pornographic non-fiction. Don’t you?” He was completely daft! It did keep his spirits up, however.
“Three days after our last story ended. I came across you in the library, reading books on werewolf folklore. You didn’t hear me walk up behind you; I don’t know whether that was due to my supernatural powers or your depth of focus. There were three books opened on the table, all of them to portions of the texts regarding mating. A singed copy of ‘Waga Waga Werewolf’ balanced precariously on the edge of the table. I asked you what you were looking for, you practically leapt from your seat as you tried to cover the evidence.”
“I didn’t give you time to be embarrassed; I asked what you wanted to know. ‘Did we really mate?’ You hissed. I explained that by definition we had, but there was no such thing as a werewolf mating ritual and werewolves unlike real wolves did not mate for life. You fidgeted. It was the strangest thing, since when you have your robes on you always appear to be in control. Without them on, you can be deliciously out of control, but I digress. I asked you what was wrong; your cheeks went pink. ‘Lupin, if there is no such thing as mating ritual; you had better have some explanation for these urges.”
“I ached to tease you, but it was obvious that you were truly confounded. ‘Urges?’ I asked. ‘I find that I am quite randy and unable to… my concentration has been affected.’ You said without looking up. I tried to put it as gently as possible when I asked if perhaps your body now remembered how much it liked sex and how good it could be. You glared at me. I suggested that at thirty-four you were much too young a Wizard to be going without sex. You mumbled ‘Never missed it before.’ I kissed you right there!”
“Then, I hauled you out of your chair and pressed your back up against a bookshelf. I kissed you again and again, pressing your body flat against the books with my own. When I nuzzled your neck you muttered ‘Lupin, we are in the library.’ I asked you if you didn’t find the scent of parchment and leather arousing. You didn’t answer, but wrapped your arms around me. I reached between us, brushing my fingers over your burgeoning cock. You gasped and tipped you head back in submission. I growled and you bucked against my hand.”
“I had our flies open in an instant, grasping our cocks and holding them together. A soft ‘oh yes!’ flitted past my ear. I stroked us together, as I nibbled every part of you mouth and neck that you would let me. I thought about getting a book and doing something kinky with the leather spine, but when I reached out I grabbed a quill instead. A feather, brilliant! I let it dance over our cocks, and down over your balls. You stiffened and came. Your warmth covering me brought me over the edge as well.”
“I whispered nonsensical things into your ear, before I cleaned us up. You were biting your lip when I looked at your face again. ‘You are quite certain, then?’ I nodded solemnly and handed you the quill. The shiver that ran through you wasn’t from the cold.”