nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-05 16:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: nimrod_9, kink: golden showers, remus/severus |
LMOM '11 Day 5 - The Games People Play - Remus/Severus - NC-17
Title: The Games People Play
Author/Artist: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): watersports
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 1,971
Warming: Unbeta'd. See the kink above.
A/N: For katekintail. I hope it pleases.
Severus muttered the password to the men's staff bath. He gave a huge sigh of relief; he'd made it. His scheduled time for the bath had begun twenty minutes earlier, but he had been waylaid by Dumbledore's nattering. Of course, each of the professors had a personal loo attached to their rooms, however, each teacher was allowed one hour in the evening twice a week in this enormous bath. The actual tub was larger than a public swimming pool, there was a toilet, bidet, and, the item he was most interested in at the moment, a five foot tall marble urinal.
He had prepared carefully for this time, as he always had. First, he did not permit himself to urinate after twelve noon; he drank dandelion tea with lunch, green tea at teatime and yarrow tea with supper. Generally, his supper was light as he concentrated on controlling his urges. Then he went down to his dungeon rooms and changed out of his teaching robes; he donned a silk dressing gown without benefit of under garments. The brush of silk and the cool air teased his cock, and he relished it.
If he timed it perfectly, and he usually did; he was ready to fidget and cross his legs tightly by the time he was ready to walk to the bath. It was risky, of course, a silk dressing gown and no pants; any wayward drop that he was desperately attempting to contain would give him away. If he failed to remain dry until he arrived at the bath, everyone would know what had happened.
Today, he had managed the first part; he was in the bath. Normally, he would go stand in front of the urinal and tease himself by not allowing his bladder the freedom to release, but he was late as his bladder throbbed in time with his heartbeat and his cock begged to be held tight to stem the tide. He took a deep breath before he took his next step, movement at this point could be hazardous. One step, two steps and then he heard a splash. He rounded the corner; someone was in the tub.
Severus saw dark-blond hair on a minor Greek god rising to stand in the tub. The god reacted first.
"Severus?"
"Lupin, what the hell are you doing here? This is my time."
"No, it is not. My time doesn't end until seven fifty-five. It is currently seven twenty."
"Tuesday at seven is my time!" Severus bellowed; his hand grabbed the fabric tie at his waist to keep it from grasping his cock. The wayward organ begged for assistance in the effort to keep the flood behind the gates.
"You had best check the schedule. I believe your time starts at eight. There were changes made for the next two weeks. Dumbledore mentioned it in the staff meeting yesterday."
Fuck! He had heard that, but hadn't taken time to look. His widened with horror.
"You may join me if you like, Severus. There is more than plenty of room."
He did not want the tub. He wanted the urinal; the lovely marble urinal that he could point his cock toward, and let loose every pent up drop of piss until he had burrowed a hole in the back of the thing. Right now he need to leave here, but where to go? He shivered as he thought the word 'go'. There absolutely no way he could go here, not with Lupin in the tub. Severus knew he could not possibly contain the groan, the ear shattering groan, which would burst from his lips once the piss flowed from his prick.
"Severus?"
"No." His eyes darted desperately around the room. Towels, he could take a few dozen and leave the room with them, hold his cock cocooned in them and piss his brains out. He took a deep shuddering breath and held on. His cock throbbed as if it felt the rough terry towel against it already. He shook his head; he would not wet himself. Professors, most certainly, did not piss in hallways even drunkenness would probably not be considered a reasonable excuse.
"Alright. If you don't want to go back to your rooms you could just sit over on that bench and we could talk."
Sitting? He could sit. His long legs could cross and contain his cock. He could even possibly wrap his hand around it, very very tightly, without detection. Lupin was genius! Severus took a deep breath and looked at the bench; it was, perhaps, seven steps. Five farther then the urinal, five steps farther from relief, seven steps closer to being able to control himself. He took a step; he could feel a drop of piss forming at the tip of his cock. His teeth ground, he tightened every muscle he could. The drop didn’t fall; perhaps he had just imagined it.
One. Two. Three. Four steps left him standing still; he panted and clenched his fists. He felt his cock twitch. Three deep breaths and he was able to move again. Five, Six, Seven. It was farther than seven! He felt moisture well at the slit again. Eight. Nine. He slowly, carefully sat down. His bladder spasmed, but he held on. Legs crossed, he panted some more. Not enough, he pressed his thighs together more tightly. Lupin slid under the water; Severus slipped his hand between the folds of his dressing gown.
The tightening hand helped. Severus' breathing slowed. He could make it. Then he looked at the clock, it was only slightly more the three minutes later than when he had first spoken to Lupin, he closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his breathing even and not pissing himself. His eyes flew open when he heard a splash. He should not have moved, and bent over double as he held on. Thankfully, the splash was Lupin swimming and he hadn't noticed Severus' posture.
He watched Lupin and counted the strokes across and back. Up and back three times. Severus twisted the tie about his other hand as he gripped it as tightly as he could. He shifted his prick in his hand. Three more minutes had past. He uncrossed and crossed his legs. Another dangerous throb of his bladder and he was bent double again. He forced himself upright as he panted; he was in control, barely. Then Lupin turned on the tap.
Running water, bloody fucking running water, his cock practically leapt from his hand to join in. He did not have many choices left; he pressed his thumb over his slit. If he jumped in the tub and pissed, Lupin would know because the water was charmed to change colour in that instance. If he pissed himself here Lupin would see and hear it dripping off the bench and onto the tile. He shook violently.
"Severus, are you ok?" Remus asked as he hoisted himself out of the water.
Water ran down the man in rivulets; Severus rocked and gripped his cock as tightly as he could. The faucet still gushed. He almost laughed since he was quite certain that's exactly what he was going to look like at any second. Concern clouded the werewolf's face for a moment before something else took hold.
"You have to piss, don't you?" Remus asked almost reverently. "You came in here back teeth afloat, right? That's what all the panting and bending double and crossing your legs was about wasn’t it? Is your hand tucked in there gripping your prick? Do you want to piss like that running tap over there?" Remus inclined his head.
"Lupin." Severus croaked and rocked forward tightening his hand. His prick was never going to forgive him. This time he did feel a drop forming against the pad of his thumb.
"Stand up." Remus ordered firmly.
Severus could only blink and then his eyes caught sight of something. Remus' cock was expanding and stiffening fast. He watched fascinated as it leapt to full size in seconds.
"Stand up, Severus."
"I might…" His voice shook. His brain screamed piss now!
"No, you won't. Stand. Slowly." Remus said as he stepped ever closer.
Severus would not loose control, but he could hear the running water, almost feel it flowing over his fingers. He moved slowly and hissed and held; his hand clenching and releasing slightly to keep the piss inside. One more movement and he was upright, his hand still in the folds of his robe with a death grip on his cock. He felt warm fingers on his chest.
"So good, Severus. You did so well." Remus tugged at the tie of the dressing gown.
Cold air. He could never make through cold air! His body shook again.
"It's ok, Severus. You can hang on." Remus parted the robes and his eyes moved down to where Severus' hand gripped his cock. He stroked his own hard prick. "Now, I want you to loosen your hand on your cock." The fingers of his other hand moved to the slightly distended bulge of Severus' lower belly.
"No." It wasn't a whimper, it wasn't.
"I want you to loosen your grip and piss right here. See my fat cock; I want you to piss on it." Remus intoned gently as he pulled his stiff prick. "Do it."
Severus stared at Lupin's prick. He couldn’t possibly could he? No. He could not; he would release his hand so that he could walk to the urinal. It was only nine steps. His fingers loosened; Remus pressed his hand inward on the bulging bladder.
Suddenly, Severus' hand and brain betrayed him. He couldn't stem the flow of piss this time. "CCCCan't wait." He gulped out in a sob. His two orgasmic groans echoed loudly throughout the large room, as he starting pissing directly on Lupin's cock. There was no stopping it and he whimpered as he vainly made the attempt. His hips bucked as if he was fucking.
"Fuck yeah! Oh, God Severus!" Remus' hand worked his cock in the hot, hard stream frenetically. "So good, so hot. Cover me!!"
Lupin was loving this; getting off on being pissed on. He was right, of course, pissing felt so fucking good. It felt as if he could do it for hours. Soon, almost too soon the stream started to slow.
"Look out." Remus warned.
Severus noted Lupin's cock was even bigger, the head bright purple.
"Fuck!" Remus' cock started spurting thick white cream that coated Severus' hip and thigh.
Severus counted eight ropes that had struck him.
Remus panted harshly, his knees locked keeping him upright. "If you don't want this you had better move, Severus. I can't." He gasped out. "Hold it in." The cream that stuttered out of his prick then turned into a hot yellow stream.
Severus was startled for a second, but the wolf wanking had give his cock ideas of its' own and he stepped into the warm flow and stroked himself for all he was worth. Severus' pulled his cock straight up and let the piss cover his balls. He'd never felt anything like it. Lupin was controlled suddenly and the stream was steady. Severus felt orgasm well within himself almost instantly. He pulled frantically at his balls to slow himself, but he was too far gone and he shouted as his orgasm ripped through him.
Remus' piss was still flowing over his cock as he felt his own cream hitting his belly. Lupin held him upright now as the orgasm waned. He felt the last of Remus' piss bubble over the head of his prick. They stood in the huge puddle they had created as it cooled. Severus couldn't raise his eyes to Lupin's, he couldn't even move, but a hand gently squeezed his. He hoped it was in reassurance.