katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-09 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: katekintail, kink: food smut, remus/omc, remus/sirius |
LMOM- Collared: Part 9
Title: Collared Part 9
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Food smut
Pairing: Remus/OMC, Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,365
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
It took Remus a moment to catch his breath after that one. He and Sirius had done some seriously kinky things in their time together, but they had never tried it in a swing magically suspended from the ceiling—who would have thought of doing that? Well, Linus, apparently.
“You all right?” Linus seemed out of breath as well, but he was grinning from ear to ear; apparently Remus had done something right.
Remus nodded in answer, glad his collar gave him that much ability to communicate. The sex was good and it was Linus’ right as the owner to demand anything of him. But Remus had no idea what the hour was or even what day it was. Most importantly, he was starting to get quite hungry. “Good,” Linus said. Then, “how about we raid the fridge?”
Thankfully, Remus’ stomach chose that particular moment to rumble, btu he nodded again so Linus wouldn’t miss how much he wanted food.
They headed down the hall and stairs, making a few turns Remus wouldn’t have anticipated, given the brief glimpse of the house he had received upon arrival. Perhaps the layout was magical and the configuration kept changing. Or perhaps the house was larger on the inside than the outside. Most likely, Remus wasn’t as good with special relations as he had supposed.
The kitchen was gigantic. It could easily have fit four of Remus’ old flats into it and still have had room for an ice cream counter on one side. Cupboards lines the walls forever in either direction, varying in size and shape, depending on what was being stored inside. There were two stoves and a fireplace to boot. Remus’ attention was also drawn to the sea of copper pots and pans hanging from a rack on the ceiling. Not a lot of wizards went for modern conveniences like these, but this one obviously did. The only thing the kitchen seemed to lack was a refrigerator. Remus looked around for it, but he couldn’t locate it until Linus walked right over to a cupboard and opened it up to reveal a cleverly disguised fridge. A gust of cold air rushed out of the fridge when it opened and Linus shivered as it washed over him.
Feeling protective about the man he had spent so much time already making happy, Remus went over and pressed himself to Linus’ bare back. He rubbed the man’s upper arms and chest, and he reached down to give Linus’ cold-shriveled dick a few rubs.
Naturally, Linus smiled and looked over his shoulder. “Knew there was a reason I chose you.” He tiled his head toward the open fridge. “What do you feel like eating? Roast beef and veg? Steak and eggs? See anything you like?”
It didn’t take Remus one second to see what he wanted. Everything looked good to him—healthy, substantial, filling. But what he instinctively pointed at was nothing of the sort.
Linus followed the direction of Remus’ finger and his gaze and chuckled He reached forward for a bottle of chocolate sauce. “This isn’t much of a meal,” he said. But Remus looked so longingly at the bottle he kept it out. “All right.”
Remus couldn’t help it—the prospect of having chocolate was too much—he kissed Linus’ cheek in appreciation.
“Well, well. A werewolf after my own heart. But you can’t just have chocolate sauce.” He pulled a drawer out at the middle of the fridge and took out a container of strawberries. The he went over to the counter to the left of the fridge and retrieved a few bananas. Next, he searched through a cupboard for a bag of marshmallows. “How’s this for starters?”
Remus nodded enthusiastically, getting the message, though he still eyed the cholate sauce with great desire. Whatever the man had in mind was find, so long as he got some chocolate. It had been entirely too long since his last taste of chocolate.