katekintail (katekintail) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2011-05-28 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #art, #lmom 2011, artist: katekintail, author: katekintail, kink: oral sex, remus/charlie |
LMOM 2011: Day 28
The ficlet to go along with this one was written quickly between power failures during a storm. It's not very good. Ignore it and look and the pretty pictures instead ;-)
Title: Songs of Attraction
Author/Artist: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Charlie
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
“Mucking out dragons’ stalls wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you talked about a fun time, Charlie.” Remus said, following the younger man into one of the barns where the young dragon orphans were kept. He could see over the walls the form of a green dragon that looked as if it could breathe fire and burn the whole place down. He was sure the building must be charmed well to withstand that, but it still made him a bit nervous.
“Just you wait. Once you start working up a sweat, you’ll love it. I guarantee it.”
Doubtful, Remus nonetheless entered one of the stalls and began to clean it out. There were insects and rodents living amongst the hay, and clearing them out was their first step. Then they got to work on the mud and stale hay and what may have been dried dragon droppings, shoveling it all into container after container.
In no time, the pen was fit for a brand new dragon to move in. And, truthfully, Remus didn’t mind so very much as he thought he would. It might have been menial labor, but it felt good to do something that tired him out. It also felt good to be working alongside Charlie Weasley. Remus couldn’t help but see the bulging muscles, the patterns of sweat soaking through the shirt, the determined way his body moved. He also couldn’t help but notice that Charlie sang as he worked.
It had a soothing effect on Remus and, sure enough, the dragon in the stall beside the one they were cleaning out was soothed into calming just as they were finishing up. Like Remus, it was considering sleep as its next move. “Not so bad a chore, was it?” Charlie asked with a shrug, hauling a container full of stuff out of the stall. “And now there’s a nice pen for a dragon to sleep in.”
Remus nodded. “It does look quite nice. Nice enough to sleep in.” The work had been exhausting, after all.
Charlie frowned at the fresh pile of hay. “Hmm.” He hummed another song beneath his breath. “There’s only one way to really find out if that’s true or not.”
All at once, Charlie seized Remus and threw him down in the hay. He flopped back into the hay as well, smiling and still singing something. Remus snuggled up close to his side, gazing at his kind face and his millions of freckles. This was the life, certainly.
Charlie sang as Remus reached down and stroked him. Charlie sang as Remus played with his fly, releasing the younger man’s cock and seeing every detail down to the nest of red hairs. He sang as Remus flipped him onto his back fully and grinned down at him. “How about you do some humming with something large and powerful in your mouth?”
Intrigued, Charlie went along for the ride as Remus hoisted himself up and got his own cock out. “Suck it,” Remus commanded, moaning as Charlie’s lips found the throbbing member and there was warmth and wetness and strength and a funny vibration from the hugging. He took Charlie’s cock in his own mouth, feeling the cock pulse and tasting it dripping.
The effect was superb for both, orgasms striking swiftly and strongly. And as Remus alternated swallowing and crying out in intense pleasure, he realized the shaking he felt wasn’t just his body trembling with need and satisfaction.
“Think… the horntail’s landed on the roof,” Charlie said, thoughtfully, wiping the come from the corners of his mouth. “If we’re quiet, she’ll move away.”
“Good,” Remus whispered, out of breath and weak. “I don’t really want to die with my cock hanging out of my fly, dangling over my lover’s mouth.”
“No,” Charlie said, nodding. “But at least you would have died with a smile on your face.”