LMoM: Tried and True, 7 Title: Tried and True Author: Rosy Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Kink(s): sex toys, drug use, nipple play, dirty talk, face shot, humiliation (I think...) Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010 Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography. Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?" Word Count: 1,693
Severus Snape was beginning to wonder about the jaunt of prolific porn he was being forced to take.
"This is all ludicrous. I should have wakened by now. And why the bloody hell am I not allowed to speak my mind?"
Upon thinking about it, Severus realized that if he had complete control over his actions and words, things would have never gotten off the ground. And what fun would that have been?
"...fun?"
For even he had to admit their encounters had been enjoyable. That last one had been highly satisfactory, in fact.
"...being omniscient is not a charming quality, I hope you realize."
Thankfully for Severus, this entire diatribe happened in his head. Had he been speaking aloud, the students of his Theoretical Biochemistry class would think he had gone quite around the bend. They were listening intently to his lecture on the use of certain plant extracts and their effects on the human body. They all made in-depth notations, knowing that he never reviewed the material before an exam. In the middle of the classroom, Remus Lupin sat taking his own notes.
The fact that anger burned in those amber eyes was not lost upon Severus, though he couldn't understand why. He finished his lecture and dismissed the class, reminding them that their final exam would take place at the end of the week, and that it along with their term paper would comprise ten percent of their final grade. Remus lagged behind as the other students hurried out. "Professor? I wanted to talk to you about the grade you gave my term paper."
Severus sighed, packing papers into his briefcase. "Mr. Lupin, as was clearly outlined in the syllabus, all grades are final."
Remus grit his teeth. "I think you ought to reconsider."
"Reconsider?" Snape snapped, glaring. "Mr. Lupin, your theories weren't simply unfounded, they were impossible. The chemicals you described are so volatile that their combination would result in explosion, rather than the reactions you outlined in your paper. To put it simply, the whole thing was a load of fictitious drivel."
Remus glared at him. "So you won't reconsider?"
With a huff, Severus turned to erase the board. "No, I will not. Kindly -" But whatever Remus was to do kindly, we shall never know, for Severus' little tirade was cut short by Remus jabbing a hypodermic needle into his arm and pressing down the plunger. Severus reeled away, gripping his arm at the burning injection site. "What the bloody hell?!"
"My fictitious compound," Remus said coldly, discarding the needle. "I've just given you a full dose."
Severus blinked at him, his mind becoming a trifle foggy. Heat flared through him, and he lifted a heavy hand to tug at his collar. "You... you'll be expelled..." He felt his legs go, falling back into the desk chair.
"I think not," Remus said. He took a small camcorder from his pocket and set it up on the desk. The red light winked at Severus menacingly. "I don't think you want this to get out, do you?"
Severus panted, staring at Remus stupidly. His mind grew foggier, hindering coherent thought. His body was transmitting conflicting signals to his brain. His limbs felt heavy, a pervasive lassitude weighing him down and sapping him of the will to move. At the same time, a bone melting heat was building in the pit of his belly, spreading to his extremities in a rush of sensation. His breathing and heartbeat were both rapid, and his mouth felt dry. He again tugged at the collar of his shirt, popping a few buttons. "Lupin..."
Remus smirked at him. "As I described in my paper, the first stage of effects consist of a state heightened arousal as well as a dulling of the mind. Your body, you will find, also becomes exceptionally sensitive to stimuli." To prove his point, he slipped his hand beneath Severus' shirt and began circling one nipple with a finger.
Pleasure arched across his nerves, bowing his back as he leaned into the touch with a gasp. The white-hot lightning settled in his cock, thrumming in time to the rapid beating of his heart. Severus moaned, his fingers curling around the arms of the chair. Remus' finger shifted from circling to pinching, and he groaned again, writhing beneath the touch.
"I've just played with your nipple," Remus crooned, "and you're ready to spill yourself like some speckle-faced teenage boy."
Severus blinked. He had heard those words before, hadn't he? He was sure... but the thought died as another crackle of pleasure ran through him. A fog of lust and pleasure was swallowing up his thoughts, the greedy nerve endings clamoring for more. He moaned as Remus' fingers continued to tweak and twist his nipples, pleasure and pain mingling in the lusty delirium of his brain. He could feel his cock pressing against the placket of his trousers, a damp patch already staining the fabric. "Lupin..." He did not whine. At least, we won't tell him that he did.
Remus smirked at him. "You're entering the second stage. Your body is desperate for release, and you are exceptionally susceptible to suggestion. Take off your trousers and underwear."
Severus groaned, fumbling with the button and zipper before his mind could catch on to what he was doing. A wriggle had the trousers and boxer briefs puddling around his ankles. His cock smacked against his belly, aching and red. He licked his lips, but didn't take it into his hand. Remus hadn't told him to yet, had he? Should he? He wasn't certain.
Remus knelt in front of him. "Lift your legs and spread them." Severus mewled, but did as he was told, gripping his knees and pulling them up, spreading them. He was completely bared to Remus now, the cool air of the classroom making his nether regions quiver. Remus smirked at him. "I think you want something... here."
Severus felt a finger brush his opening and gasped breathlessly. "Yes..." He groaned in disappointment when Remus' finger moved away.
Remus chuckled, and then produced something from his bag. It looked... very much like an erect penis, and yet its bulbous crown was covered in bumps and it was an almost violent shade of purple. A murmured spell slathered the dildo with a copious amount of lubricant, and then Remus was putting the blunt head to Severus' body.
Severus gasped, his eyes widening as Remus slowly pressed the thing inside of him. The stretching, burning pleasure of it made his nerves crackle. He moaned, feeling his own cock harden further, though how that was even possible he didn't know. Remus was slow, and it was obvious he was taking care not to tear or hurt Severus, but he kept pushing the dildo inside until the base rested against Severus' balls. "Hmmm... you look so nice like this... you should see." Remus fiddled with the camcorder, flipping the screen so that Severus could see himself.
His legs were spread wide, normally pale skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. He could see his body stretched around the dildo, his cock arching over his belly and dribbling fluids onto it. His nipples were hard, straining little peaks. His face was flushed, eyes dark and glassy, lips swollen and red. Severus panted, staring at himself and finding that yes, he could get even more aroused than he already was.
Remus trailed his fingers up Severus' chest, and Severus had to close his eyes against the intense sensations. "The downside of the second stage is that you can't come on your own. Oh you could try. You'll rub your cock raw trying, but it won't happen." He said a word, and suddenly, the dildo was pulsing and buzzing inside of Severus, right against his prostrate. The astonished cry of pleasure was followed by a groan of desperation. "You want to come, don't you?"
"Yes... Remus please..." He looked at his tormentor, and saw lust shimmering in Remus' amber eyes. Remus trailed his fingers over Severus' lips, and Severus sucked it into, groaning in pleasure at the mild taste of his skin.
Remus moved beside him, undoing his trousers and releasing his own cock. "Suck it." Severus turned his head and arched just a little, taking Remus' arousal into his mouth. He moaned, eyes drifting shut as he let his tongue explore the ridges and veins, flicking at the slit before sucking on the spongy head. He bobbed as far as he was able in this position, up and down over the shaft, sucking as he pulled back and wriggling his tongue as he pushed forward.
Remus groaned, fisting one hand in his hair. "That's it... cocksucking slut, aren't you?" The cock in his mouth muffled Severus’ moan, and Remus' hips rocked forward, filling his mouth further. Severus relaxed his jaw, letting Remus fuck his mouth and trying to make it even more pleasurable. Because now, now he wanted Remus to come in his mouth, to let him taste and swallow everything. His tongue wriggled when Remus pushed in, and he sucked hard when Remus drew back. He could hear, above the faint buzz of vibration the dildo was making, Remus breathless curses. He could feel the moment right before Remus came. He could feel Remus' cock twitch and surge, and he managed to catch one spurt on his tongue before Remus pulled his head away. Mouth gaping open, he closed his eyes as Remus striped his face with semen, coming over him.
"Severus..." Remus panted, swooping in to kiss him hungrily, the taste of the werewolf flavoring the kiss. Severus panted, and then moaned when he felt Remus' hand circle his cock. It took one, two, three rough strokes, and he was coming so hard the world blanked behind a flare of white light in his eyes.
When he came too, Remus had removed the dildo and was petting his hair, kissing him. "Why can't you figure out... how much I want you?" he murmured.
If Severus could think coherently at that point, he might wonder if this were actually the Narrator's contrivance... or Remus' own feelings.