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| Entry tags: | #howl-o-ween 2009, author: nimrod_9, kink: dirty talk, kink: public sex, remus/severus |
Title: It’s All in the Look
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Word Count: 1,139
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Word Count: 1,139
Kink(s): Dirty Talk/Semi-public sex/ Wall Sex
Challenge: Howl-o-Ween Challenge Week Three Prompt: The Invisible Man
Challenge: Howl-o-Ween Challenge Week Three Prompt: The Invisible Man
Warning: Unbeta’d and maybe a little crack
Remus was sick and tired of it, now it was time to do something about it. The Halloween celebration would be the perfect time to show Severus that he was not the Invisible Man.
Remus pored over catalogs, books of magical creatures and Madame Malkin's list of the top one thousand costumes of the last two centuries. He didn't find what he wanted in any of them. Finally, the idea for the perfect costume came to him while listening to the WWN.
The mirror whistled at him as Remus ran his hands down his leather-clad thighs. The hair, the torn shirt, the kohl-rimmed eyes, and the leather trousers were perfect. He looked surprisingly like Myron Wagtail of the Weird Sisters. With one last glance in the mirror, he crossed his fingers that his attributes weren’t too prominently displayed as to cause a stir amongst the students and left his room.
He had arrived precisely on time; he flowed into the Great Hall in a sea of students. Apples hung in the air; they could only be grabbed with one’s teeth, some things never changed. At least a dozen actual ghosts flew in and about the crowd, the castle ghosts being permitted to bring guests for the occasion. Wizarding rock blared through the room and a growing group of students danced in one corner.
Most of the other teachers had already arrived. He counted himself lucky; he had the duty over the weekend, but was not required to chaperon or attend the party. Minerva was dressed as Morgan le Fey; it was rumoured that she was a descendant despite her standing as a full-blooded Scots. She appeared to be speaking with a giant gooseberry that could only be Pomona. He cast his eyes toward the tables of sweets and punch. Flitwick was stuffing tiny candy pumpkins into the pockets of his genie costume. He spied Severus near the one of the exits close to where the head table usually stood.
Remus waded through the throng of students. There were Dark Creatures, period costumes, sports figures, several costumes he didn’t recognize at all, and one tall, lanky young man dressed as a glass of pumpkin juice. It made him smile, but didn’t deter him from his target. Finally, he arrived to stand just outside Severus’ personal space. He felt the dark eyes rake over him.
“Hello, Severus. I see you didn’t wear a costume.”
The dark eyes stopped and were fixated on one part of Remus’ anatomy.
“You could have gone simple, you know. A bit of red silk, a medallion and some fangs.” Remus continued conversationally. Severus’ eyes still hadn’t looked up.
Remus grinned. Gotcha! He stepped two steps closer. “See something you like?” He asked in a low voice.
Severus’ head jerked up. “Lupin, that’s obscene!” He waved his from Remus’ shoulder to his hip.
“Just a costume, Severus. No one else seems to mind.”
“Are you not aware that people can see EVERYTHING?” Severus asked with his eyes opened wide.
Remus stepped one step closer, brushing his thigh against Severus’. The dark haired man hissed. “I’ll bet you’re hard already.” Remus pushed the hair away as he spoke into the man’s ear. “Do you want another look, because I’m getting hard myself.”
A low voiced fuck slipped out between Severus clenched teeth.
Remus smiled. “We could later, when you’re off duty. If you’d like something right now…” He nodded toward the exit. “There’s a little alcove we could use and not be interrupted.” His leather-clad leg insinuated itself between Severus’.
“Lupin, there are children here!”
“I realize that Severus. That why I suggested another place.” He rubbed his leg over the black trouser covered erection.
Severus grabbed Remus’ arm in a vice-like grip. “Stop!”
“You don’t want it?” Remus asked as he looked into the lust filled eyes and rubbed his leg harder against Severus’ cock.
“Of course, I want it.” Severus snapped as his eyes darted around the room.
Remus wove his finger through Severus’ and tugged. “I told you I know just the place.”
“Lupin, I’m on duty.”
The randy werewolf rocked his hips against Severus at let him feel the extent of his arousal. “You’re allowed to use the loo, right? Ten minutes, fifteen at most…I’ll have you right back here at your post.”
Severus hesitated. Remus stepped back; his tongue wet his lips before he said. “You know where I’ll be for the next ten minutes.” And then he slipped out the exit behind them.
The Potion’s Master counted to seven before he followed after Remus. From his hiding place Remus could hear Severus’ boots clicking on the stone. He reached an arm out and pulled him in. Severus gasped as Remus pressed him to the wall with his body, tangling his fingers in the long inky hair and kissed him soundly. Remus undulated his hips to allow his cock to catch against Severus’ and which caused him to rock his hips as well.
“Lupin, you are going to burst out of those trousers!”
Remus nipped at Severus’ neck and rocked himself harder. “No more than you will.”
Severus groaned and tipped his head back against the wall. With one hand Remus worked his way down into Severus’ trousers, adjusting the thick cock to point up toward his belly. Remus started a slow slide with his cock against Severus and soon they were thrusting against each other in harmony. With a quick shimmy of his hips Remus changed it; Severus gasped and grabbed Remus’ arse to get him to return to the previous movement.
“Missing something, Severus?” Remus gasped. “Do you like the feeling of my big prick in these leather trousers?” He continued in a raspy voice. “Are you ready to come, Severus?”
Severus didn’t’ answer; he rocked his hips frenetically as he held onto Remus’ arse.
“I’ll come with you.” Remus panted.
Severus groaned and stiffened; Remus could feel the pulsing against his own cock. It didn’t take him more than a moment to go over the edge as well. He held Severus’ shoulders tightly and didn’t move until both of them had caught their breath.
Remus stepped back a fraction and cast a cleansing spell over each of them. Severus tugged at his coat to straighten it. They stood gazing at each other for a moment. Severus' Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times before he spoke.
"Why?"
"Why?" Remus responded his tone expressing his confusion.
"Why the costume?"
Remus' lips formed a slightly sad smile. "I was having a difficult time getting you to notice me."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Lupin, most men would start by asking someone out for a drink at a pub.”
“I tried that. You turned me down.” Remus looked as Severus from underneath his fringe. A more mischievous smile danced on his lips.
“Oh,…..right then.”