mnemosyne_1 (mnemosyne_1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-09-17 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: mnemosyne_1, kink: first time, kink: frottage, kink: oral sex, kink: prostitution, kink: rimming, kink: sex in water, remus/severus |
Repost Fic: The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin (Remus/Severus, NC-17)
Title: The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,335
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Kink(s): Rimming, Prostitution
Pervy Werewolf Wish Fest Prompt: Severus is a hustler, Remus hires him to lose his virginity. School age or just out of school. Experience is unusually emotional for Severus.
Notes: Many thanks to innerslytherin for the beta! Written for the fest at pervy_werewolf
Remus walked along the pavement, trying very hard to act as though he knew what he was doing. Maybe if he pretended he were Sirius. I am Sirius, master of the universe, he told himself, adding a bit of swagger to his stride. I troll for pretty boys often and…
No, that didn’t work. Sirius liked birds. Damn.
Sighing, Remus shook the swagger out of his walk and just tried not to look nervous. It didn’t seem to be an effective act, but at least one of the boys – young man, really, he was sure – took pity and came up to him.
“Looking for company? I’m James,” the blond boy said, smiling as he slid an arm around Remus’ waist.
Oh dear. He wasn’t sure he could have sex with a James.
“Uh, hi,” he said, wondering desperately how to extricate himself from both the arm and the situation, when a sharp, familiar voice sounded behind him.
“Lay off, James, he’s mine.”
Remus whipped around to find, unbelievably enough, Snape, looking at them with his usual cool disdain.
“Hey now,” James protested, but Remus pulled away and took a step toward the dark-haired boy.
"Snape!" he said, grinning in relief as he heard James huff and stomp off. “What are you doing here?”
Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow and pointedly looked down at himself. Remus’ gaze followed Snape’s and his jaw dropped as he took in a slender pale body clothed in a black mesh vest and the tiniest pair of shorts Remus had ever seen on top of long, long legs that ended in black, thick-soled work boots.
“I’m working,” Snape replied, rather unnecessarily at this point.
“Working,” Remus repeated stupidly, before shaking himself. “As a… right, ummm… well, lovely to see you here, Snape.”
He winced at his banal remark, but Snape just rolled his eyes.
“Come on, you’re easy prey just standing out here,” Snape said as he turned and strode away, clearly expecting Remus to follow.
Not wanting to be left out here with the not-at-all-James-like James, Remus decided to follow.
Remus had hard work to keep up with those long legs (and tight arse, his brain added unhelpfully as he had a spectacular rear view from his position behind the other boy). Snape gifted him with a sidelong glance as Remus nearly ran to draw abreast of him, but didn’t say anything else until they reached a small hotel.
“Get a room,” Snape ordered, and before he’d had time to think, Remus was standing in front of a grimy counter.
“A room, please.” Somehow he’d managed to keep his voice from shaking, thank God.
“For how long?” the clerk asked, not even looking up from his dirty mag.
“All night.” The clerk did look up at that, but shrugged and exchanged a key for Remus’ money. Remus all but raced out of the small lobby, nearly running over Snape, who was lounging by the front door.
Snape whipped the key out of his hand. “How long?”
“All night?” Remus asked hesitantly, unsurprised when Snape rolled his eyes.
“That would have been a waste. Most of the boys on that street won’t do all night. More money in multiple clients.” With that, Snape headed for room 16.
“But you do?” Wrong question. “Wait, why are you doing this?”
Snape unlocked the door and flicked on the lights, not looking at Remus. “Define this,” Snape said coldly.
“I mean, why bring me here? Why send James away? Not,” Remus gestured up and down at Snape, “this. That’s none of my business.”
God, he sounded like a self-righteous berk.
“Because James likes to roll his tricks.”
“Huh?”
“He sees someone stupid, takes their money and runs.”
“Oh.” Remus blushed. Apparently the swaggering hadn’t helped.
A wand appeared in Snape’s hand, and Remus had no more than a second to wonder exactly where the other boy had kept it hidden before Snape cast a heavy duty cleaning charm on the bed. Sprawling on the now clean surface, Snape tucked his arms behind his head, one knee up as he eyed Remus speculatively. Remus tried very hard to stare at that lithe body so nicely on display as he gingerly took a seat on the bed next to Snape.
Remus fidgeted during the brief pause. “So you rescued me?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
“Well, thanks, then.” Remus could feel himself blushing furiously, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking over to Snape’s body and back.
“So,” Severus said, after a very long awkward pause. “You’re a poof.”
Remus stuttered. “I… I think so.”
There was silence, then Snape said, in a very dry tone of voice, “You don’t know?”
“Well, you see,” Remus said quickly, rushing to explain, “James and Sirius thought it would be funny if we bet each other that we’d all be, ummm, not virgins by the time we came back for seventh year. And Sirius said we could all pull birds this summer, no problem, even Peter, because… well, never mind. Anyway, they didn’t know that I like blokes, y’see… or at least, I’m pretty sure, cause I’ve never got a stiffy round a girl before and I have around… well, you know. I put it off and put it off and then it’s only two days until school starts, so I didn’t know what to do. I went to this bar here in London, but the bartender, really nice fellow, really, found out that I was a virgin and looking to, um, take care of it, but he said that blokes in these places who’re willing to fuck virgins weren’t very careful at all and it could really hurt when not done right– I think he was speaking from experience, maybe, poor chap – and the rest of them wouldn’t want to mess with someone who didn’t know what he was doing. So I figured, if I paid for someone, to, you know, do me, then I could tell him to be gentle and stuff. Right?”
Remus stared down at his scuffed shoes in utter mortification as he finished his impromptu speech, waiting for the inevitable mockery. God, the whole school was going to find out, and then Dumbledore would have to kick him out for being a pervert… and, wait, then he’d have to kick Snape out too. Ok, that was probably safe, but…
Snape’s voice broke into his tumbling thoughts. “How much money do you have left?”
“Umm, about 80 pounds, I think?” Remus pulled the pound notes out of his pocket and shuffled through them. “Yeah, about that.”
“Look, I…” Snape’s voice was uncharacteristically hesitant. “I need the money.”
Remus looked up, but Snape was now just focusing at a crack in the ceiling, face impassive, though Remus thought he saw Snape’s lower lip twitch a time or two. Remus took a few moments to consider what Snape seemed to be offering.
“So we do each other a favor?” Remus asked slowly, laying the notes on the bedside table.
“Yeah.” Snape shrugged, still not meeting Remus’ eyes. “If you want.”
“And none of this gets back to school?” Remus asked, just to be sure.
“I’m not a fucking idiot,” the other boy snapped, body tense and eyes still not meeting Remus’
Remus took a deep breath. “Okay, then.”
“Okay,” Snape repeated and Remus could see the tension flow out of Snape’s body.
Sitting up, Snape leaned down to take off his boots and Remus found his attention completely focused on the gentle rise of Snape’s arse, just showing above his shorts. Gently he ran a finger along the edge of the shorts, pausing at the slight, shadowed dip. Snape’s sudden shiver sent Remus’ finger sliding between those tight cheeks and Remus sucked in a deep breath as Snape clenched his arse.
“Sorry,” Remus said, withdrawing his finger immediately, but Snape just looked back over his shoulder with an amused expression.
“Don’t get all proper now. You’ll be putting a whole lot more than a finger back there soon enough,” Snape said as he tugged off his mesh shirt.
“Right,” Remus replied, distracted again when Snape stood and unbuttoned his shorts.
“Sure you don’t need magic to get out of those?” Remus asked doubtfully.
Snape just rolled his eyes and skinned carefully out of his shorts. Now completely nude, he stood unselfconsciously as Remus gazed at him. For all that Severus had a somewhat unattractive face (God, that nose.), Remus rather felt it was made up for by Snape’s pale, unmarked skin with his long legs and slim hips, hipbones jutting out ever so slightly. A concave stomach led up to a chest with pale nipples that were beginning to peak, and Remus had to restrain the urge to touch.
He had purposely avoided looking at one area of Snape, but Remus forced his eyes there now. As the bulge in the tight shorts had promised, nature had been very kind to Snape in this area. A long thick cock, half hard, was rising above a generous pair of balls and Remus licked his lips unconsciously and pressed down on his own cock, which was straining against the restriction of his trousers.
Snape came around the bed, apparently realizing that Remus was not going to move on his own, and said dryly, “This whole sex business works much better when both parties are sans clothes.”
“Right, sorry,” Remus said, blushing as Snape pulled him upright and yanked Remus’ shirt over his head. Quickly Remus toed his shoes off as Snape unbuttoned Remus’ trousers.
Holding his breath, Remus watched as Snape carefully pulled Remus’ trousers and pants down, blushing when his erection popped free and slapped him in the belly. Snape pushed Remus down onto the edge of the bed, and stripped off his trousers, pants and socks in one efficient motion.
“That’s a handy trick,” Remus said, rather breathless as Severus knelt beside the bed between Remus’ spread legs and leaned over so his lips were just above Remus’ cock.
“Mm-hmm,” Severus replied absently before slowly licking the crease where cock met balls. Remus squeaked, then clapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
“That was nothing,” Snape said as he gripped Remus’ erection with one hand, breathing hotly over the sensitive flesh. “I have a client that screams out for his mummy every time he gets off.”
Remus’ startled laugh turned into a moan as he felt his cock surrounded by Snape’s hot, wet mouth. Fingers gently rolled Remus’ balls, as the mouth moved up and down his cock. Clenching his hands in the bedcovers, Remus moaned, struggling not to come too soon, but all thoughts of self-control flew out the window when Snape took a deep breath, then swallowed his cock down to the root and hummed. Unable to stop himself, Remus came, shaking and crying out, hips thrusting his cock repeatedly into Snape’s relaxed throat.
When Remus had been sucked dry, Snape released the now-limp cock with a quiet pop and climbed up on the bed beside Remus.
“That was brilliant,” Remus breathed, feeling an utterly ridiculous grin grow on his face.
Snape tugged until Remus was completely on the bed, then sprawled on his stomach next to Remus with a self-satisfied smirk. “You have absolutely no stamina,” Snape announced smugly.
“I’m seventeen,” Remus retorted, a bit irritated by Snape’s superior air. “And this is the first time I’ve done this. What did you expect?”
Rolling his eyes, Snape draped an arm across Remus’ stomach. “Don’t get tetchy,” he murmured, breath flowing over Remus’ shoulder. “We’ve got all night to work on it.”
Remus shivered, and his erection gave a definite twitch.
“See?” Snape said, clearly amused. “While you have no stamina, you clearly have excellent recovery powers.”
“Too late,” Remus said, closing his eyes and trying to hide a smile. “I’m already insulted. No hope of forgiveness.”
“Well, if that’s the case…” Snape made as if to get off the bed, and Remus grabbed him, rolling them over so Snape was pinned beneath him.
“I paid for the night,” Remus reminded him.
“You paid for the hotel room. I have not been paid yet,” Snape corrected him, but the corner of his mouth twitched, belying the severity in his voice.
“Semantics,” Remus said, nodding at the pile of money on the bedside table.
“Mmm, perhaps,” Snape said, reaching between them to rub a hand against Remus’ burgeoning erection. “We’ll see if you can last all night. I know I can.”
Remus shivered at that, wondering when Snape’s voice had gotten so deep and sexy. He rubbed his cock against Snape’s hand, feeling his own hip catch Snape’s erection.
“I can,” he promised, leaning down to nuzzle Snape’s neck. Strands of long dark hair tickled his nose, and Remus breathed in the soft spiciness of Snape’s scent. The other boy wrapped both arms around Remus’ waist and arched against him, pressing their erections together in a delicious friction.
Remus pulled away a bit, running his hands over Snape’s skin, which was much softer than he’d expected. Snape had an odd sort of expression, but he lay quietly, letting Remus explore his body from delicate collarbones to highly arched feet.
As Remus moved his hands over Snape’s skin, he noted reactions. A flinch away when Remus brushed by the side of his ribs, an arch up as Remus smoothed a hand over pale stomach, a shiver at the inner thigh, a bitten off moan as a thumb massaged the arch of his foot. Gazing up the length of Severus’ body, Remus suddenly realized something.
“You don’t have any hair! On your body, I mean,” Remus said, skimming fingers up Snape’s unnaturally smooth legs.
Snape shrugged. “Most johns prefer it. You can get more money if you shave everything. I don’t have much anyway, and it’s not a bother to get rid of it with a spell.”
“Huh.” Remus moved so he was right above Snape’s erection. “So are we going to have sex now?”
The abrupt change of subject didn’t faze Snape at all. “Technically, any encounter that ends with an orgasm is sex,” Snape said. “Therefore, we have already had sex.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes,” he said impatiently, moving up Snape’s body so they were nose to crooked nose. “You know what I mean.”
“Penetration?” Snape inquired, smirking when Remus suddenly blushed.
In one quick movement, Snape wrapped his legs around Remus and rolled them over, so that Remus was now under Snape, who was sitting back on his heels, the cleft of his arse almost gently gripping Remus’ erection. Remus found himself clutching Snape’s hips nervously, and the other boy’s knowing expression softened a bit.
“It’s fine,” Snape assured Remus. Snape reached for his wand and summoned something from his shorts.
Remus blinked. “Where exactly did you have that?”
“Hidden pockets,” Snape explained, squeezing the clear substance out of the tube and onto his fingers. “Undetectable by anyone but myself. I keep my money in there, along with other things.”
“Like lubricant,” Remus said with a grin. Remus groaned as Snape covered Remus’ erection with the gel. “I thought you were fucking…”
He broke off with a squeak as Snape grasped Remus’ cock and sat down slowly.
“Wait, don’t you need a…a…”
“Condom?” Snape asked, breathless. He grasped Remus’ hand and pressed his thumb against a knot under the skin on Snape’s hip. “This amulet warns me if someone’s diseased, so I don’t mess with them. You are quite healthy, apart from the obvious.”
Trust Snape to bring that up now that Remus was buried in Snape’s arse. Remus’ indignant response was lost in a gasp as Snape rose up, then slammed himself down, clenching exquisitely around Remus’ cock.
Snape braced his hands against Remus’ chest as Remus planted his feet on the bed and thrust up to meet Snape’s downward push. In some strange part of his mind of his mind that wasn’t occupied with the incredible sex he was having, Remus realized that he was probably gripping Snape’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, but he couldn’t coordinate himself enough to let go. Finally, Remus just lost himself in the tight heat that surrounded his cock, and thrust wildly until he felt himself coming.
As Remus caught his breath, both giddy at the thought of having finally had real sex and embarrassed that he hadn’t lasted very long the second time either, Snape leaned back against Remus’ still upright knees, holding Remus inside his body as he stroked his own still hard cock. Remus watched in fascination as the flushed head of Snape’s cock was revealed and hidden by the movements of Snape’s hand and the foreskin. Just as Remus was reaching up to touch, Snape grunted and came all over his own stomach, then slid bonelessly off Remus’ lap to collapse beside him.
Wanting to do something, since it seemed like Snape had been doing most of the work so far, Remus fumbled for his own wand and cast a quick cleaning charm before tugging the tumbled bedclothes around them both. Cautiously Remus wrapped an arm around Snape, pulling the other boy so that they were spooned together.
“Sleep now, more sex later?” Remus murmured hopefully as his eyes drifted shut. He thought he heard Snape answer in the affirmative before he fell asleep.
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Remus woke to an empty bed and panicked for a moment, until he realized that the shower was running. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stretched, smiling as he remembered the events of earlier. Remus idly wondered if Snape would help him learn stamina this year at school, but his smile faded when he remembered that he was paying Snape for this night, and thus it was probably a one-time occurrence. Sighing, he curled onto his side and hugged a pillow as he waited for Snape to finish washing.
Snape had been almost nice tonight too, which was probably also because Remus was paying. Snape’s habitual sarcasm and nastiness would have driven off potential “johns,” as Snape called them. Remus wondered if Snape was acting, or if this was simply a part of Snape’s personality that he hadn’t seen before.
He was inclined to believe the latter, as Snape had friends in Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Rosier and Avery, definitely, as well as Wilkes and Smith. He’d seen Snape studying with Narcissa Black in the library, and toward the end of their fifth year, Regulus had even taken to following Snape around, which burned Sirius to no end.
The bathroom door opened and humid air rushed into the room. Remus opened his eyes to see Snape, damp and nude, hair still dripping a bit as he walked toward the bed.
“Hey,” Remus said, as he scooted backwards to make room for Snape.
Snape made an indistinct noise and climbed in next to Remus, lying far enough away that they couldn’t accidentally touch. Remus rolled his eyes and moved closer, laying his head on Snape’s shoulder and wrapping an arm around the other boy’s waist. There was a moment’s hesitation, then Snape put his arm carefully around Remus’ shoulders and rested his other hand on top of Remus’ own where it lay atop Snape’s stomach.
They lay in silence for a bit when Remus burst out with, “I’m glad it was you. My first, I mean.”
There was quiet for a few more moments, before Snape, voice crisp and professional, said, “I’m glad I could be good for you.”
“Stop it,” Remus said, pulling away so he could look Snape in the face. “I’m not just a client.”
“Aren’t you?” Snape raised a cool eyebrow. “You are paying me to service you. How are you not a client?”
Remus knew hurt had to be showing on his face, so he buried his face in Snape’s shoulder. “I don’t want to be just a client,” he muttered, aware that he was being rather petulant.
He felt Snape’s shoulder lift in a shrug. “Well, we don’t always get what we want, now do we?”
“What do you want?” Remus asked impulsively, turning his head to his face wasn’t smashed into Snape’s neck anymore. He settled down, wondering if Snape’s sudden attitude was even about Remus at all.
There was such a long silence that Remus didn’t think Snape was going to answer him, but after a while, Snape said, very quietly, “I want my father to still be alive, so that we’d have enough money for my school without me having to sell myself.”
Remus found himself hugging Snape tightly. “’m sorry. Couldn’t Dumbledore…?”
He felt Snape’s body stiffen under his.
“Dumbledore has already made it very clear how much help I deserve,” Snape said coldly. “Perhaps you remember last year?”
“Yes, I remember,” Remus whispered. “I’m sorry about that too.”
“So you say. But you would be the only one.”
Remus decided that it was an excellent time to keep his mouth shut. They both knew exactly how Sirius and James felt about Snape, and it was no use pretending otherwise. Remus was about to tell Snape that he could go if he wanted, and Remus would still pay him the 80 pounds, when he felt Snape reach up and run his fingers through Remus’ hair.
Grateful for the unexpected tenderness, Remus lifted his head and kissed Snape on the cheek. The fingers playing with his hair paused a moment, then continued when Remus laid his head back down on Snape’s shoulder.
“Do you have enough yet?” Remus dared to ask. “To get through the last year of school?”
“Almost. I work at the mill during the day, get a few hours sleep, then Apparate here for the night. I don’t usually go all night, so I get a few hours sleep before morning shift. Mum works at the mill too, but she only gets paid enough that we can eat and keep the house up. We’d had just enough saved up to pay for last year, but we couldn’t make it stretch to this year.”
Remus lay very still as Snape talked, playing with Remus’ hair all the while.
“When I realized that Mum and I couldn’t earn enough in the summer to pay for my last year, I came up with this. So during spring hols, I’d Apparate down here and disillusion myself… watch the boys ply the trade. Figured out what to wear and what to charge, how to handle myself. First time wasn’t easy, but you get used to it.”
Startled, Remus sat up. “You were a virgin?”
“No.” Snape shook his head, face more relaxed than Remus had ever seen it. “I just meant my first client.”
“Oh,” Remus said, lying back down. “So who…? Umm, never mind. Not my business.”
“Actually, my first ever was Evans,” Snape said, sounding bemused.
“Lily?!? Oh my God,” Remus exclaimed, sitting back up.
Snape was very nearly smiling. “And the person who took, shall we say, my other virginity was Regulus Black.”
Remus threw himself backwards, landing with a thump on the bed, and began laughing rather hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Snape asked, brow furrowing.
“It’s just,” Remus gasped, trying to catch his breath, “not only did you manage to lose your virginity before any of us, but you also managed to pick the people who would most hack off James and Sirius.”
“They came to me,” Snape said. “I was simply accommodating their wishes.”
Remus howled with laughter. “Even better!”
When Remus had settled down into the occasional giggle, he turned to find Snape watching him warily, as he would an ominously bubbling cauldron.
“You won’t tell, will you?” Snape asked stiffly.
“Nah,” Remus said, grinning widely. “It’s brilliant, but better if James and Sirius don’t find out.”
Snape bit his lip. “I think Black already knows. In fact, I assumed that’s why he sent me…” he trailed off, expression dark.
“I don’t know,” Remus said softly, cuddling back under Snape’s arm. “He wouldn’t explain why to me. Just said you deserved it.”
“I don’t!” Snape said fiercely. “And what right does he have to decide what I deserve anyway?”
“He doesn’t,” Remus agreed, reaching up to touch Snape’s cheek, and the other boy began to relax.
“So what do you want next?” Snape asked, changing the subject abruptly.
“Umm.” Remus began blushing again and Snape rolled his eyes.
“Really, Lupin, are you always going to blush when anyone even hints at sex?”
“Maybe,” Remus said, then took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
There was a pause, and Snape looked down at him. “That’s not usually what my clients ask for,” he said wryly.
“You do know how, right?” Remus asked anxiously, before realizing just how ridiculous that had to sound. “Uh, sorry.”
“Yes, I do know how,” Snape said. “Regulus was a virgin when I took him.”
“Took him where?” Remus asked without thinking. “Oh, wait! Right. Took him.”
“In the Charms classroom, actually,” Snape said with a smirk. “Over Flitwick’s desk.”
Remus blinked. “I’m never going to make it through Charms without blushing now. Thanks a lot.”
“My pleasure,” Snape purred in his ear.
“Mine too, don’t forget,” Remus replied breathlessly. He stopped at a sudden thought, curiosity rising. “Where was Lily?”
“Mmm, her bedroom,” Snape said, sliding a hand down Remus’ back to squeeze his arse.
Remus ignored his hardening cock in favor of following this new information. “Her bedroom? But that’s impossible,” he protested.
Leaning down, Snape licked the shell of Remus’ ear, then whispered, “Not if you take Polyjuice, turn into a girl. Then all we had to do was wait out the potion. Did it over Christmas hols, so no one was around to notice an extra girl who went up the Gryffindor girls' staircase one night and came down the next morning.”
Shivering at Snape’s breath, cool against his damp ear, Remus feebly protested, “You’re distracting me.”
Snape pulled back and raised an inquiring eyebrow. “Do you want a bedtime story or do you want sex?”
When it came down to it, wasn’t really much of a competition, was it?
“Sex,” Remus said, capitulating with a childish pout.
“Thought so,” Snape murmured before he rolled on top of Remus, capturing Remus’ earlobe in his teeth and tugging.
The earlobe assault was followed by nips and sucks along Remus’ neck, and God, Snape was leaving what was going to be an especially vivid mark right at the top of Remus’ neck. Remus had a moment’s thrill when he realized the mark would still be there when they took the train back to Hogwarts, but he was soon distracted from the thought when Snape moved down Remus’ body to attack his nipples.
Sliding his fingers into Snape’s still-damp hair, Remus moaned as the other boy latched his mouth onto one nipple, flicking and rubbing the other with nimble fingers. He felt rather overwhelmed by the sensual assault; the other times had been fantastic, despite going so quickly (which, really, was more his fault than Snape’s), but this…
This was amazing.
Snape, now lying between Remus’ legs, pressed kisses against Remus’ stomach, smoothing his hands along Remus’ hips, and Remus arched up into the contact. He giggled when Snape inadvertently caught his nose in Remus’ bellybutton, but the laughter turned into a low moan when Snape glared at him.
“Someone’s a beta wolf,” Snape muttered to Remus’ cock.
Anticipating what was to come, Remus didn’t bother to respond, but Snape bypassed Remus’ cock to nibble on his inner thighs. Remus’ inarticulate protest died when it was met with a “Be patient and you might actually learn to last longer than thirty seconds.”
Despite the insult, Remus smiled, feeling a swell of affection for the prickly boy.
Nuzzling Remus’ balls, Snape licked the sensitive area just behind them and Remus shivered violently. Snape’s head reappeared from between Remus’ legs at that, and Remus felt a frisson of worry at what he saw on other boy’s face.
The last time he’d seen that kind of anticipatory expression on Snape, James had ended up with hard on that only went away when he looked at Lily.
And wasn’t explaining that one to Pomfrey interesting.
“Roll over,” Snape said in a tone that brooked no disobedience.
Remus did so, very nervous now as Snape’s hands gripped Remus’ hips and drew him up on hands and knees so that his arse just brushed his heels.
Remus had never felt so vulnerable in his life as he did with Snape staring at his exposed entrance for what felt like moments on end. Face buried in his arms, he half-expected Snape to summon a camera from his tiny shorts and commence blackmail proceedings when he felt Snape touch the tip of his wand to Remus’ hole and whisper a spell under his breath that made Remus feel all empty inside (and a bit tingly as well).
Ever curious, Remus had just opened his mouth to ask Snape what that spell was when he felt the tip of Snape’s tongue gently tease his entrance and all Remus let out was yet another squeak.
“Really, they’re going to have to change your nickname to Mousy,” Snape said, before diving in wholeheartedly.
Snape flicked his tongue all around Remus’ pucker, then slowly began working his tongue into Remus as his hands reached between Remus’ legs to cup and rub his cock. Keening at the onslaught of sensation, Remus rocked back and forth between Snape’s dexterous hand and wicked tongue.
Remus got harder and harder as Snape worked his tongue in and out of him, twisting inside and then flicking lightly at the wrinkled flesh outside. The wet sounds Snape made were an obscene counterpart to Remus’ cries and moans, and Remus felt he could come from that alone.
Before he could, Snape pulled away both hand from cock and mouth from arse and Remus let out a low sound of disappointment.
“This will probably hurt a bit,” Snape said. “It usually does, the first time.”
Snape’s lubed finger didn’t really feel that strange after the experience of having Snape’s tongue in there, though his tongue certainly hadn’t been able to reach that lovely, spark-inducing bump that Snape’s finger had just found. Remus moved back and forth, adjusting to the odd feeling of something moving inside.
Two fingers made Remus feel a bit of stretch, and he flexed his back as the fingers scissored carefully back and forth. Snape pressed the bump (prostate, a small part of Remus’ otherwise occupied mind informed him) again, and Remus felt his cock harden more than he ever thought possible.
Trying to adjust to the slight burn of the now three fingers, Remus was sidetracked by the almost tender kiss Snape pressed into the small of his back. He sighed in contentment and felt his body open willingly as he relaxed.
Snape’s fingers slowly withdrew, and Remus felt the blunt tip of Snape’s cock pressing against his loosened hole.
“This is the hard bit,” Snape murmured, smoothing a hand down Remus’ back. “Push back if you can, it’ll help a little.”
Snape began pushing in slowly and Remus caught his breath at the pleasure-pain of it. He pushed back onto Snape a bit too quickly and had to stop a moment as the pain spiked.
“Easy.” Snape massaged Remus’ lower back. “Not too fast now.”
Finally Snape was fully inside and Remus sighed in pleasure at the sensation of being so completely filled. Remus’ cock had gone slightly limp, but rose again quickly as Snape stroked him back to hardness.
“Okay,” Remus said, breath catching as Snape flicked a thumb over the head of Remus’ cock. “I’m ready.”
Snape’s hair brushed Remus’ back as he nodded in acquiescence before drawing out and thrusting in slowly. He could feel Snape shifting a bit with each push in, and soon the other boy found what he was striving for when he hit Remus’ prostate. Bracing his hands on Remus’ hips, Snape began thrusting in earnest as Remus moaned and drove back onto Snape’s cock, wanting more and more.
“Oh God,” Remus gasped, feeling his toes curl as Snape stroked Remus’ cock forcefully. “So good.”
He wasn’t going to last much longer, but then neither was Snape, who was murmuring ridiculous things like “so lovely, so tight, perfect, mine, come for me.”
At that last, Remus couldn’t help but come, and he cried out in pleasure, clenching tightly around Snape’s cock. There was one more thrust and then Remus felt a burst of wet heat inside as Snape came.
They both collapsed on the bed and Remus blissfully decided that it was an excellent thing to finally understand the phrase “shagged out.” He felt a warm glow remembering Snape’s affectionate words during their coupling, but decided it was best not to take any sounds or words made during sex seriously.
After all, Remus squeaked.
Snape made to move, but Remus quickly reached back to grasp Snape’s hip, holding him in place. Somehow Remus felt unexplainably safe with Snape inside him, covering him, weight pressing Remus down into the bed.
Remus was about to drift off when Snape spoke in his ear. “If we fall asleep now, we’ll take off a nice layer of skin trying to pull ourselves apart.”
Sighing, Remus nodded and winced a little as Snape pulled out carefully.
“Are you in pain?” Snape asked, reaching for his wand.
Remus shook his head. “Just a bit sore, really. Feels brilliant, really,” he said with a soppy grin.
“Virgin,” Snape muttered, rolling his eyes and casting a cleaning charm on them both.
“Not anymore, thanks to you,” Remus said, daring to snuggle in close to Snape and place a kiss on the other boy’s sharp jaw.
“I have to leave soon,” Snape warned, but he wrapped an arm around Remus anyway.
“The mill?”
“Yeah. Old Cranston throws a fit if you’re the least bit late.” Snape yawned, then cast a charm set to wake him in an hour. “I can get a bit of a kip in, though.”
“Good,” Remus said softly, but Snape was already asleep.
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Remus hadn’t been able to fall back asleep, so he carefully crawled out from under Snape’s arm and went to shower. Charms were good for temporary fixes, but nothing beat a shower for a good clean up.
Tilting his face up into the hot spray, Remus clenched his arse and smiled at the soreness.
“’m not a virgin anymore,” he said experimentally and felt a thrill. He wondered if the rest of them had managed to get laid this summer. Perhaps Remus’ method was a bit unorthodox, but what at first looked to be a disaster had instead become the best night of his life.
A rush of cold air to his backside alerted Remus to company in the shower and he turned to greet Snape, blinking water away from his eyes, but anything he might have said was cut off by a pair of lips against his own.
Moaning, Remus all but melted into Snape’s arms as the other boy gently traced Remus’ lips with his tongue.
Remus opened his mouth and drew in Snape’s tongue, hands frantically scrabbling against Snape’s slick wet back as he felt himself pressed up against cool tiles. Snape reached down and grasped Remus’ arse, aligning their hips so hard cocks could rub together.
Sliding his hands up to clutch Snape’s hair, Remus sucked fiercely on Snape’s invading tongue and rocked his hips against Snape’s.
God, he wanted Snape so badly and it seemed as though Snape desired Remus just as much.
The water streamed over them as they kissed with ever-increasing passion, and Remus scraped his nails down Snape’s back, making him moan into Remus’ mouth. Thrilled that he’d finally gotten a moan out of Snape, Remus grabbed Snape’s arse and squeezed, pulling Snape tightly against himself.
Desperate for breath, Remus pulled his mouth away from Snape’s, only to have the other boy latch onto his neck and bite down hard. Knees suddenly gave way, and Remus would have fallen if not for being pressed so tightly against the wall.
“God,” Remus gasped. “Severus, please.”
Snape jerked his hips, driving his cock into Remus’ stomach, and came, face beautiful and open as he gazed intensely at Remus. Grasping Snape’s shoulders, Remus kissed him again, sliding his tongue into Snape’s mouth as his hips pushed eagerly into Snape.
One, two, three more thrusts against Snape’s wet skin and Remus buried his face against Snape’s shoulder as he came.
Together they slumped to the floor of the bathtub, lukewarm water beating down on them from above. They rested a moment before Snape spoke.
“I have to go,” Snape said, seeming reluctant to move. “The mill…”
“I know,” Remus replied, feeling somewhat subdued, and leaned over to place a soft kiss against Snape’s lips. “Thank you. I’ll see you at school, yeah?”
Snape nodded and seemed about to say something, but checked himself. He gave Remus one last lingering kiss, then heaved himself up and out of the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom without saying a word.
After a few more moments to recover, Remus managed to get to his feet and wash himself quickly in the nearly cold water. He shivered as he dried himself off, then headed into the room to see that Snape and his things were gone.
Sighing, Remus pulled on his pants and reached for his trousers, where he found a surprising lump in one of the pockets. He reached in and pulled out the cash that had previously been piled on the bedside table, now neatly stacked and folded.
Snape hadn’t taken the money.
Giving in to his glee, Remus leapt around the room, whooping, before ending up sprawled on the bed. He grinned at the money still clutched in his hand.
“I’m not just a client,” Remus whispered. “I’m not.”
God, he couldn’t wait for school to start.