McKay (scribbulus_ink) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: scribbulus_ink, kink: sensory deprivation, remus/severus |
LMOM #1: Amaurophilia (RL/SS)
Note: In case anyone was wondering, even if I do somehow manage to last the full month, I'll recuse myself from the vote.
Title: Amaurophilia
By: McKay
Rated: NC17
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Kink: sensory deprivation with a blindfold
Word count: ~700
Notes: This is based on karasu_hime's art from LMOM 2006: Amaurophilia. The post is f-locked to the pervy_werewolf community on LJ.
There was something about seeing Severus blindfolded that made Remus rock-hard and ready to fuck him senseless.
Part of it was the purely sensual pleasure of watching Severus' face relax; the lines smoothed out, the frown faded, and his nose - which Remus thought was one of his sexiest features - seemed to stand out in stark relief. The ends of the crimson silk scarf mingled with his dark hair and trailed down his back, giving Remus something else to play with. Remus thought perhaps being blindfolded helped Severus let his guard down; he couldn't dart his piercing gaze around - echoes of Moody's lessons on constant vigilance! - and he could forget about the world outside their bedroom because it was hidden from view. Out of sight, out of mind.
Then there was the emotional satisfaction of knowing Severus trusted him enough to accept the blindfold. Years of paranoia had taken their toll, and Remus knew it hadn't been easy for Severus to give himself over like this at first. But he had, and now it was a regular part of their intimate games.
Sometimes, Severus lay on his back and spread his legs wide as Remus fucked him hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall in a pounding rhythm, but mostly, he wanted to be on top when he was blindfolded. This time was no exception, although this was the first time Severus had initiated the blindfolding. He'd padded into the room already naked, holding out the silk scarf in both hands, and Remus had allowed himself a split second of surprise before tearing off his clothes and grabbing the scarf.
Now Severus clutched the back of the sofa, and while Remus had rested his hands on Severus' hips, he wasn't guiding Severus as usual. No, Severus had taken control and was riding him - riding him hard - until Remus' head was spinning from the heady combination of skin and sweat and rough, rocking hips.
Severus' head was thrown back as he gasped for breath through parted lips, and his sallow skin was dappled with sweat, filling Remus' nose with the delectable musk of Severus and sex. Even partially obscured by the blindfold, Severus' face appeared far more open and relaxed than Remus was used to seeing, and Remus could tell Severus was giving himself over far more than he ever had before. His entire body was pliant and welcoming, no hint of tension even in those narrow shoulders which were usually in a perpetual hunch.
Remus curled his fingers around Severus' cock, but Severus batted his hand away and sped up the pounding rhythm of his hips.
"Fuck... There... That's it... God, yes..." Severus uttered a disjointed litany as his back bowed and his movements grew more erratic - and to Remus' astonishment, Severus came untouched, the warm spatter of fluid on Remus' chest offering proof of the little miracle.
Severus' body moved sinuously, then, growing languid with satiation, and Severus let his hands roam Remus' body, making Remus shudder and arch beneath his palms. He too was panting, his body growing tight as he neared orgasm; he rocked his hips, thrusting up as Severus came down, their bodies meeting in a slap of skin against skin, and Remus lost himself in the rhythm and the tight heat of Severus' body, feeling a connection unlike anything he'd felt before, wanting to come, wanting this moment never to end...
"Love you," Severus murmured.
Remus cried out, and his hips bucked up as he came, his world exploding in bright, sharp heat, and Severus rocked with him through the aftermath until he was spent. He hissed as the pleasure became too much for his over-stimulated cock, but he didn't want to stop moving together, didn't want to ease out and break the connection, and he ached with the loss when they moved apart at last.
He knew Severus wouldn't want him to draw attention to what had been said, even though it was the first time. Instead, Remus waited until they had cleaned up and moved to the bedroom, and only when he was curled around Severus, naked and warm and sleepy, did he respond.
"Love you too."