Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-20 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: dirty talk, kink: frottage, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 20
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): frottage, some dirty talk
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: 1,634
NOTE: The book, I Am A Bunny by Ole Risom, is one of my favorite childhood stories. ...and this may or may not be inspired by my little sister. >.>
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Severus Snape wished he knew more Fairy Tales that weren't quite so gory.
"Those are cautionary tales! There are supposed to be dire consequences for being wicked!"
He wished quite fervently that he knew more of the "nicer" Fairy Tales, because telling one just might get Teddy Lupin to stop screaming his tiny head off.
"I think I understand why some animals eat their young."
It had begun well enough. The service had sent him over when one of their newer clients, a Mr. Remus Lupin, had requested a sitter for the evening while he attended a dinner party. Remus had introduced both himself and Teddy, who looked nothing like the screeching tomato he currently resembled. In fact, Severus had been surprised to find the infant quite charming. He had regarded Severus solemnly from the safety of his father's arms before leaning forward and making little grabby hands at Severus.
Remus smiled as Severus obligingly took the child, apparently amused by Teddy's grabbing of Severus' nose with an excited squeal. "Emergency numbers are on the fridge. I should be back home by ten o'clock at the latest."
"I'm sure we'll manage," Severus drawled. Remus had left and Severus got down to business.
For a while, Teddy was easily distracted by knocking down the towers of blocks Severus built for him. When he grew bored with that game and crawled towards the bookshelf, Severus took the hint. He picked up a battered children's book and settled with Teddy in the comfortably overstuffed armchair in the parlor. Teddy's delighted smacking of the cardboard pages indicated a good selection on Severus' part. "I am a bunny," Severus read. "My name is Nicholas. I live in a hollow tree."
After the story came dinner, where Severus discovered Teddy loved the pureed plumes but would rather not have smushed sweet potatoes. Bath time was most enjoyable. Teddy cooed and burbled as he played with the bubbles in his bath, and Severus took care not to get the shampoo in his eyes, even if the label said "No Tears". Severus made sure to put Teddy in the feety pajamas speckled with moons, stars, and planets (completely ignoring the footies with lion cubs capering about), changed him, and gave him his evening bottle. Then, he put Teddy to bed.
And that was when the trouble started.
Five minutes after Severus settled Teddy in his crib with the stuffed wolf cub plushie for company, the boy began screaming his bloody head off. Thinking Teddy might need to be changed again, Severus scooped him up and checked the state of the nappie. Teddy settled in his arms, making unhappy little gurgles, but Severus could see no reason for the outburst.
Frowning, Severus lay Teddy back down and was fair startled out of his wits at the ear-splitting shriek the baby made. His tiny fists waved, little feet kicked, and Teddy's face became a blotchy red. Trying not to panic, Severus scooped him up again, wondering if something sharp or hard had gotten stuck in the pad of the crib. Teddy again settled almost immediately, burbling.
Severus' eyes narrowed. He gave Teddy A Look, which the baby clearly ignored, then made to lay him back down. The second his toes touched the mattress pad, Teddy drew in breath to screech.
"Why you little..." The tail end of that rather inappropriate sentence was lost beneath Teddy's healthy screaming. Severus picked him up, trying to think. Was this why the agency never sent the same sitter twice to Remus' house? He could well imagine some of the flighty teenagers tugging their bleached hair and crying at the baby's incessant wailing. Probably why the agency had sent him.
They never had liked him much.
Thinking quickly, Severus settled Teddy against his shoulder, running a gentle hand over the infant's back. Teddy's tiny feet still kicked and he hiccoughed a little, obviously still not satisfied. Remus had made it clear that he would like for Teddy to be put down around eight o'clock, and it was already eight thirty now. Severus walked about with Teddy, trying to think of something...
That was when he saw the rocker.
It was a simple thing, old and worn by many a parent easing a child to sleep. His mother had a similar one, the cushions faded and worn in places, the rockers squeaking just a little. From deep in the recesses of his brain came on of the few, precious happy memories of his childhood. And, he thought, if it had worked for a fussy Severus Snape, it would no doubt work for Teddy Lupin.
He settled in the rocker, shifting until both he and Teddy were comfortable, putting the chair into a slow, gentle motion. Severus hummed a moment, trying to remember the melody... then he began to sing.
"Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Thy father guards the sheep
Thy mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep..."
Teddy burbled, shifting until he was curled against Severus' shoulder with head tucked neatly under Severus' chin. The soft thatch of baby hair was silky, and Severus tipped his head, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on the baby's head.
"Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep..."
He sat and rocked and sang to Teddy, keeping his deep baritone quiet and soft. Slowly, Teddy stopped wriggling, his breathing slowing and deepening as his little body relaxed. Severus was never one to take chances, however, and kept rocking and singing until he heard the front door open. Remus walked in, obviously about to call out a greeting, and Severus glared at him.
"...you got him to sleep?" Remus blinked, looking flummoxed.
Severus snorted, and gingerly laid Teddy back in his crib. He gave it a second before stepping away, satisfied that the baby was, indeed, sleeping. "I begin to see why you can't keep a reliable babysitter," he drawled, shooing Remus out of the nursery. "He always does that?"
Remus shrugged. "We stay up and watch zombie movies. The old ones. That are kinda funny more than scary." Severus gave him A Look, which made Remus grin a little. "You're the first one to get him to sleep. I'm impressed."
"Joy of joys," Severus drawled. "Dare I hope on a good tip?"
"You'll get much better than that," Remus purred, backing Severus up against the wall. They were standing out in the hallway, the door to Teddy's nursery partway open. Severus hissed, trying to swat Remus away lest he wake the hell beast of a child... but then Remus kissed him and he forgot why he was protesting.
Remus pressed their bodies close together, fitting just perfectly against him. His hands curled into Severus' hair, holding his head still while he slowly and deliberately explored Severus mouth. One kiss flowed into another, and another, and Severus' hands slid to Remus' hips and up his back, moaning softly. He became drugged on those kisses, exploring Remus' mouth in lazy flicks of his tongue.
And then Remus rocked against him, their erections grinding at just that right angle to spend a frission of friction along the shaft. Severus hissed, his back arching and his toes curling as Remus' mouth went to his throat. He teased the delicate column with little nips and sucks and flicks of his tongue, all the while rocking his hips in that slow, sweet rhythm that would quickly drive Severus mad.
"Severus..." Remus breathed, kissing Severus right below the ear. "Gods you taste so good... feel so good..."
Severus only whimpered, arching his back in supplication. Remus chuckled quietly, and deftly undid the placards of their trousers. Severus hissed again, feeling the hot slick length of Remus' erection pressing against his. When Remus wound his hand around the both of them, Severus groaned, hips thrusting up helplessly. "Go on," Remus murmured. "I want to feel you come in my hand, over my cock. I can feel how much you want it..."
Severus groaned, biting his lip to keep the noises from his throat quiet as he rocked helplessly. He thrust into that tight, gripping circle of Remus' hand, feeling their precome sliding along his length and making each thrust slicker and sweeter and hotter. He held on to Remus' shoulders, panting as he thrust and thrust until the knot of arousal in his belly uncurled in slow, undulating waves across his body. He spurted over Remus' hand, the milky semen dribbling over Remus' own cock. Remus moaned, burying his face in Severus' shoulder as his hips pumped desperately, his own orgasm shuddering through him.
They stood like that a moment, completely entangled and breathing heavily in the hallway. Then Remus lifted his head, looking at Severus.
He raised his hand... and slowly licked it clean.
Severus whimpered.
Remus smiled. "I'll write you your check in a moment," he murmured, giving Severus another slow kiss. "And I will definitely be requesting you from the service specifically."
Severus shivered at the feel of Remus' lips on him again. "...well, with tips like that..."
Remus chuckled, then tidied them both up and went into the nursery. Severus peered around the doorjamb, watching Remus watch his baby boy sleep. There was a look of utter adoration on his face, warm and open. He reached down, gently touching one curl of fine hair.
A soft pang clenched Severus' chest. He didn't wonder if his father had ever looked at him that way; he was quite sure he didn't. But for one, brief moment, he wished with everything that he had that this...
...that this was his own little family.