nimrod_9 (nimrod_9) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-16 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2011, author: nimrod_9, kink: dirty talk, kink: voyeurism, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus |
LMOM '11 Day 16 Remus/Severus NC-17
Title: That Perfect Photo
Author/Artist: nimrod_9
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): masturbation, dirty talk
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Word count [if applicable]: 1,038
Warning: Unbeta'd.
A/N: ran out of time today…part 3 of not just a half blood prince will be up tomorrow…with any luck
Severus glanced at his watch again; the model wasn't due for ten more minutes. He had already done photo shoots with four other men; this he hoped would be his fifth and last. He had not imagined during the war that when it was over he would be making a living by doing something that had been a childhood hobby. Of course, he had not imagined he would be alive either.
He needed this man to work out. The others had been fine, but nothing compelling, spectacular, ice carving worthy. Not exactly an ice carving, but the enlarged print would be fused to a huge sheet of ice and installed in a famous ice hotel in
The bell in the front of the studio tinkled and Severus went to greet his next best hope. He couldn't restrain the gasp that left his lips when he saw Remus Lupin.
A wide grin split Remus' face. "I guess the Ministry was confused about what constitutes posthumously. It's great to see you, Severus!"
"How did you find me, Lupin?" Severus jaw clenched.
"I didn't. I work for The Jones' Modeling Group; they sent me."
"I sorry, but you just will not do." Severus stated firmly.
"I won't do? You asked for a man thirty-five to fifty without any other requirements. I do fall into that category."
Severus paused. He didn't have much more time and with only one other model scheduled to shoot after Lupin. Why were his choices always taken away? "Very well. Follow me."
He led Remus into his large well-lit studio. "The changing room is there. Everything off; there a dressing gown for you." Severus pointed to a door.
Remus was in and out of the room in seconds, or so it seemed. Severus did not have a chance to collect himself fully. "I'll want you over there on that chaise. First, lie down on your side with your head propped up by your hand. I will adjust you from there."
Remus padded to the low chaise and lay as instructed. Severus took a few shots and than issued some directions. Lupin had done this before and Severus was happy with the number of shots he was getting. The scars added a dimension that he had not counted on and perhaps he was finally going to get what he wanted. Then it came to him. A rug. He had a fur rug in his prop room. The difference in texture, the contrast of the shadows between the skin over muscle and the fur, his creative eye went into overdrive.
"If you will stand up for a moment, I have something to add to this." Severus rifled through his props hurriedly. A minute later he returned with his prize and tossed it casually onto the chaise.
"Lie down again."
"Very droll, Severus. Should I howl as well?"
"Obviously, you do not have any artistic vision. I need the texture here."
Remus lay back down. Severus busied himself adjusting limbs just so. His hand brushed over Remus' prick to move it into place as well. He hardened slightly.
In a flash of movement Severus was back behind the camera. The clicking of the shutter and the occasional instructions to change positions were the only noises in the room.
Severus breathed a little easier. This was working, except that Lupin's prick was getting larger by the second. The wayward organ still hadn't reached outlandish proportions yet, and Severus continued to snap the photos. Finally, satisfied with the number and quantity of shots he said. "We're finished here."
Remus didn't move except a hand went to his hardened prick. "No we're not finished, Severus. This is certainly not finished."
"Lupin…"
Remus stroked his prick, showing it off to its' best advantage. "You touched me. Up until that point I'd followed your instructions to the letter." He upped the pace. "Did you mean to tease? Had you always wanted to touch me? I've always wanted you to touch me…." He released his prick to tweek a nipple. "I'd love to see if your prick is as gorgeous as your nose promises." His hand went back to his straining cock.
"Lupin…really…"
"Yes really, Severus. I like brilliant, creative, dark men especially those I don't have to pretend around." Remus pulled his prick fast and hard. "Do you like watching? Are you surreptitiously taking photos now so you can wank to them later?"
How had Lupin known? The camera he held in his hand was digital and virtually silent. His prick strained in his pants and he dared not touch it; if he could just remain calm. He had wanted to capture that moment, that perfect moment, the money shot as it was called.
"Watch me, Severus." Remus put on a show as he continued to stimulate himself and watch Severus' face. He whispered "Watch." And then he came in long ropes across the floor.
Severus hand pressed against his prick, hard. He wanted nothing more then to join Lupin in release. His eyes remained glued to the werewolf who after a few minutes gracefully got up and went to put his clothes on. Severus stared at the floor. Why had he touched Lupin, what did it all mean?
Remus breezed out of the changing room. "It was wonderful seeing you." He grinned. "It was incredible to find you alive, although I shouldn't be surprised. Call me." Remus handed him a card. "Even if it's just for chess or tea." He wriggled an eyebrow. "Or more if you'd like."
Severus' nerveless fingers dropped the card. "All right…." Was mostly a stutter.
"I'll just let myself out." Remus smiled a genuine smile. The door clicked softly.
His prick was out of his pants in a second and he wanked with one hand as he searched his digital camera for just the shot he wanted. Remus' prick erupted again on the small screen and Severus chose that moment to join in.