I'm a realist / I'm a romantic (arcadian_dream) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-04 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: arcadian_dream, kink: sex toys, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/? |
LMOM #3: For You, My Love
Title: For You, My Love
Author/Artist: arcadian_dream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus alone, implied Remus/?
Kink(s): wanking, sex toys.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Word Count: 505
Summary: inspired by littleblackbow's Adjusting the Camera.
"There," Remus muttered as he adjusted the camera on its tripod. Smirking, and apparently satisfied with its new position, he eased back onto the bed, propping himself up against the pillows. Sighing deeply, Remus spread his legs wide and, gazing momentarily into the camera, he wrapped long, slender fingers around the modest dildo that rested beside him on the bed.
Slowly, he looped fingers over the phallus before inserting it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the shaft as he withdrew it from his plush, pink lips; eyes flickering to the camera once more. Trailing the wet tip of the dildo over his chest and abdomen, Remus closed his eyes: the feel of cooling saliva on warm, expectant skin sent a shiver all through him; rolling over his spine and fanning out to his limbs like so many anticipatory waves.
Parting his arse cheeks as best as he could with only one free hand, Remus positioned the head of the dildo so that it grazed the puckered skin of his arse and, applying careful pressure, he pushed it exquisitely, excruciatingly slowly inside of himself.
With a deep, throaty grunt, Remus shifted around the shaft; his muscles squeezing and releasing the phallus with each awkward movement. Holding the dildo steady with one hand, Remus spat onto the palm of his other hand and wrapped it around his engorged cock, fisting it slowly.
All the while, the camera recorded Remus' every move: every bucking of his hips and quivering of his splayed legs; every twisted contortion of his mouth and bead of sweat that formed on his forehead before running over the bridge of his nose and landing, with a small, delicate plop on his chin or chest as he writhed beneath his own touch; each and every parting and subsequent reunion of his lips as he breathlessly uttered a name that the camera's microphone never quite managed to detect.
Remus teased himself to the brink of climax before slowing, slowing the pumping of his fist and the rapidity of his breathing and, as he did, he repositioned his body so that he was seated in a more upright fashion and gazing directly into the camera now. A brief smile flitted across the pale, delicate features of his face; a strand of saliva dangled from his lips, catching the light and, mouthing something that wasn't quite clear, Remus resumed; and, a few flurried motions later, Remus came, swallowed in a moment of blinding oblivion as semen spilled from the rosy, swollen head of his cock and over his fingers in a sticky, meandering trail.
As he caught his breath, Remus reached between his legs and extracted the dildo, discarding it amongst the rumpled covers. His slender, scarred body glistening with sweat Remus shuffled to the end of the bed on his knees and, resting on his haunches, he leaned toward the camera. Smearing come-soaked fingers on the lens, he smiled coyly; his eyes glittered; and he whispered seductively: "For you, my love; all for you."