LMoM: Tried and True, 15 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): tattoo worship, biting, licking, kiss, public sex, semi clothed sex 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: 1,510
Severus Snape never had the time to appreciate the club scene.
"What?"
Between two wars, spying, and teaching the hellspawn, he had never found the time to visit some of London's more interesting establishments.
"I can't hear myself think! What are you saying?"
The music rolled through the room in an almost visible wave, the primal rhythm pounding against his skin and in the cavern of his chest. Lights flared and swirled around the room, creating whirling patterns in brilliant colors. People gyrated to the music with reckless abandon, and it took concentration to cross the dance floor without being struck about the head by a random elbow. Severus walked through the crush easily, deftly avoiding unwanted contact.
It would be difficult to blame them for wanting to touch. Severs wore a pair of black leather trousers, so tight and supple that they fit the contours of his legs and ass like a second skin. His steel-toed shitkickers gave his step a heavier, menacing weight. The blood-red shirt was matte silk, open to a scant three inches above his navel. With his hair constrained in a long, sleek tail, there was no hiding the serpentine splash of color winding around his neck and slithering over his skin.
It wasn't until he came to the bar that he saw Remus Lupin. A very punked out Remus Lupin. Red plain pants, patched and held together by safety pins in places, hung low on his hips. The wide, studded leather belt didn't really hold up his pans so much as drape over his waist. His hair was shorter, mussed in wild spikes, and a row of piercings lined the curve of his ear. The battered leather jacket over a ratty white tee completed the look, the finishing touch the pair of 18 eyelet Doc Martins covering his feet.
Those feral amber eyes met Severus', and then traveled to the curl of ink and the base of his throat. Remus prowled forward, herding Severus onto the dance floor and grasping his hips firmly. He pulled Severus flush against him, insinuating his thigh between Severus'. He ground against Severus, and Severus felt heat spike in him when he ground back. Remus' hands were everywhere; trailing up his thighs, groping his leather-clad ass, even curling around the back of his neck. Severus felt his thumb brush over the jugular, sending an electric shiver running through his nerves.
Remus put his mouth to Severus' ear, to be heard above the din. "How far down does that tatt go?" he growled.
Severus' only response was a sly, challenging curve of his lips.
Remus growled again, and worked Severus towards the dark corner where the massive amps flanked the stage, never once stopping his aggressive bump and grind. Severus resisted, knowing that it would only inflame Remus more. When his back finally slammed against the rough wall, Remus gave him no time to catch his breath before devouring Severus' mouth.
It was a frantic, aggressive battle of lips and tongue and teeth. Severus' hands burrowed into Remus' hair even as Remus' hands brought their hips into full contact. Those rough, demanding hands slip up, bunching the silk shirt and tugging it out of Severus' pants. With a grunt, Remus ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying like shrapnel. He broke the kiss and pulled back.
The tail curled at the nape of Severus' throat, winding around the back of his neck to slither down his chest. The sinuous body curved under his ribs to cross his spine, reappearing just above the hip before plunging beneath the waistband of his trousers. The scales were so dark a green they were nearly black, the curve of the body sometimes revealing the buff underbelly. It was sleek and beautiful and dangerous... and there was no telling where the head was.
Remus stared at the inked skin, his eyes following its trail with a hungry fascination. He leaned in, scenting along Severus' throat before the tip of his tongue brushed the sensitive skin decorated by the curling tail. He kissed it, a quick, sucking kiss followed by another lick. Severus let his head fall back against the wall, humming in pleasure as Remus moved to the shoulder where the serpentine body reappeared from behind his neck. When Remus scraped his teeth over the tattooed skin, Severus gasped and arched in pleasure. He felt, more than heard, Remus' possessive growl against his chest.
Slowly, Remus worked his way down Severus' body, licking, nipping and kissing the colored skin of his lover's tattoo. His hands slid to the small of Severus' back, shifting him forward as he knelt down on the quite questionable floor to tease at the coil right near Severus' navel. Severus groaned, his feet shifting to a wider stance for balance. He could feel the heat of Remus' body through the trousers to where his cock ached in its leather constraints. He rocked his hips, seeking some friction against Remus' chest, some relief.
Remus looked up at him with a wicked leer, then opened Severus' fly with a practiced flick. He pushed the leather apart just enough to release Severus' cock, making his lover hiss at the touch of cool air against the sensitive skin. Then... he took the spongy head into his mouth and began sucking.
Severus moaned, his mouth forming words that he couldn't hear above the thunderous bass of the music. Remus' curled his hands around Severus' ass and squeezed, pushing his hips forward. Severus got the message. Fisting his hands in Remus' hair, he rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into Remus' mouth.
He felt the vibration of Remus' moan travel up his cock to settle in his balls, and he lost all control. He was careful not to thrust too fast or too far, not wanting Remus to choke... but he fucked Remus' mouth... oh he fucked it. Remus took it, sucking, swirling his tongue over the slit, wriggling it along the underside, and Severus felt himself racing towards orgasm. He tried to pull away... and Remus held him. Severus glanced down...
Remus was staring right back up at him, amber eyes dark with lust and desire, mouth stretched wide around the breadth of his cock. Severus moaned and let himself come into the sweet embrace of Remus' mouth, his body shuddering from it.
Remus pulled away, licking the last bit of Severus' ejaculate from his lips before leaning in to kiss and nibble at the green-black coil along his inner thigh. Severus moaned softly, his body too relaxed and sated to put up much of a struggle when Remus turned him, pushing him against the amp. He could feel the vibrations buzzing against his skin, making it tingle and come alive. Remus was a warm, solid, steady bulk behind him, grounding him.
Remus worked his trousers lower, peeling them down to expose his ass and the tempting shadow of his crease. With a tug, he pulled Severus' shirt down to his elbows, baring a good deal of his back and more of the tattoo. With a low, purring growl, Remus leaned in, brushing his lips against the colored skin and rocking his hips against Severus' ass in anticipation. Severus moaned again at the feel of the preparation spells going to work, pushed back when he felt the blunt press of Remus' cock against his body. With one, smooth, sweet stroke Remus was in him, filling him and dark Circe but it felt so good...
Remus didn't waste time. He caught the rhythm of the music, which Severus wholeheartedly approved of. It was rough, hard, almost animalistic music that spurred Remus' deep, hard thrusts. Severus bowed his head, bracing his elbows on the amp and rocking back to bring Remus in deeper. He didn't care about coming... not after that sharp orgasm from that wicked blowjob... but he felt his cock stir, felt arousal rekindle. Remus was growling in his ear, panting as he rutted into him, the words lost in the blare of the music. He couldn't hear... but Severus could feel Remus' take hold of his hips, shifting them just so...
Severs threw his head back, arching his spine and baring his throat as Remus found and began to pound against his prostate. Remus was breathing raggedly, chanting something as he fucked Severus... something Severus couldn't make out. He didn't care... he didn't care what Remus was saying so long as he didn't stop...
With a low snarl, Remus sunk his teeth into the tattooed skin at the base of Severus' neck, and Severus screamed his release as the sharp pleasure-pain triggered the orgasm rocketing through his body. Remus followed not far behind, his thrusts becoming short and sharp and quick until they stilled, and Severus felt the heat of his ejaculate inside him.
Severus leaned against the amp, feeling the room spin just a bit. Too much... but it had been so good... He felt Remus brush a soft, sweet kiss on the abused skin of his throat, murmuring something.