azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-05 22:53:00 |
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All is Fair in Love and War - Day five
Title: All is Fair in Love and War
Author/Artist: azure_rosa
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Warnings: Fisting (remembered), wanking, object insertion, toys
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 737
day four
Severus woke the next morning and indulged in a full body stretch. He was still more than a bit sore from last night’s exertions, but satisfied. Last night had been… perfect. Everything he had dreamed of when he had allowed himself the indulgence of a seemingly unobtainable fantasy. Remus had clearly been apprehensive, yet he had tried to please him in spite of it. He also knew Remus hadn’t actually expected to like it, though he clearly had once things got heated.
Severus allowed himself a small tender smile directed at his still sleeping lover. He was so lucky to have such an understanding and accommodating mate. He was moving a little gingerly this morning, but he would do it again in a heart-beat. Not often mind you, Severus thought as he leaned against the wall of the shower to let several sore muscle groups rest, but if it became even a monthly event he’d be more than pleased.
His good mood continued through the morning, he hadn’t been particularly hungry so he grabbed some tea and toast which he ate on the way down the stairs to his lab, and even most of the way through the afternoon. Then he tried to sit down as he was starting to get a bit tired of standing as he worked.
Sitting was a bad idea.
It didn’t hurt so much as ache pleasantly. It was a tangible reminder of the ecstasy he had experienced at his lover’s hands the night before. He found himself rubbing his sore arse back against his hard wooden stool to savor the pleasure/pain it produced in him. He moaned, remembering in exquisite detail the care Remus had taken to avoid hurting him, to ensure the burning stretch was one of more pleasure than pain.
He grew hard as he remembered the wicked sensation of his lover sliding his entire hand into him, the bizarre and exciting feeling of Remus’ entire fist moving inside him, fucking him and claiming him as his. He’d never done that before with anyone, he had feared the helplessness inherent even as he desired it. Remus was the only one he ever would have dared trust to take him apart in such a way.
Lost to his memories, Severus gave up the pretention of working. Why was it still several hours before Remus would get home? He needed to be taken to bed now! Desperate for relief, he cast about for a suitable substitute for what he really wanted: Remus, behind him, fucking him blind across his desk.
Finally his eyes landed on his marble mortar and pestle. Yes, the pestle would do nicely. After clearing his work area, Severus eagerly shed his robes, trousers and pants. It took hardly anytime at all to prepare himself and charm his make-shift toy.
Inserting it was a bit problematic at first as the end he was using was the working end as opposed to the handle, but once it was in it felt rather like a chilled butt-plug. He muttered his first command and the “plug” began to thrust, a nice steady pace to loosen him up for the main event.
Another command gave it little nubs to tickle and tease his sensitive inner walls. He braced himself over his desk, preparing for the next phase. Soon the pace was more annoying than satisfying and another word had it pounding into him, hard and fast. Usually this would just frustrate him, but he was hypersensitive from the night before so everything was more intense. His toy was still quite cold, but Severus found he liked the reminder that he was being fucked by nothing more than a tool.
He took himself in hand, easily recalling the sensations that seemed to still be echoing in his flesh and he clenched around his toy. Did Remus realize how much the previous night had affected him? The littlest thing brought it to mind and his obsession started anew. Every touch seemed profound, every sound of appreciation Remus had made, everything had driven him higher.
A mere flick of his wrist combined with the memory of having his lover so far in him, cradling him in his love and satisfying his lusts utterly made him leap over the edge, spraying his release over his desk.
He found it wasn’t even the sex, it was the trust, given and received, that rocked him to his core.
day six