Author:bonfoi Rating: R Pairing: Remus Lupin, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Kink: Voyeurism Summary: The moon rises in its own time, and this time Remus sees something interesting. Challenge: LMoM 2008: 1 May Word Count: 635 Warnings: none A/N: And, thus, I attempt to join the honorable ranks! Locked to pervy_werewolf comm.
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Remus could do nothing! It was the First of May, the first First of May of the rest of his life and all he could was pace back and forth at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. That…and listen to the rutting humans in the sunny field beyond. Lucky for them he had a reliable supply of high-quality Wolfsbane Potion.
The moon had risen in the early morning, dragging him from the arms of his lover with a whimper. Nothing would give him back those hours, nothing would replace the scent of his skin, the prickly brush of his stubble as it scraped the underside of his chin…he sighed as well as his transformed body allowed. Then the werewolf snuffled in the dry leaves caught in the roots of the trees, dodging the oak flinging acorns as he went round and round.
The sounds of skin sliding over skin, the subtle smell of sweat and sex wafting from the pair in the field, and the faint hum of individual magics twisting and mixing around each other drew his attention again and this time, Remus had to see who had so much power that it literally seeped into the very ground. His cock peeked out of its sheathe in anticipation.
He loped around some bushes and skidded to a halt at the sight of two bodies contorted in ecstasy. The man’s buttocks were clenching around something shiny, probably a butt plug. His dark hair was mussed, slicked back with sweat, the same sweat dripping down his back to flow down the crack of his ass. The woman he was pounding into had long, lean legs wrapped around his hips, pulling herself forward to meet his thrusts with a yowl. The two of them were surrounded by shimmering swirls of magic that pulsed and throbbed in time with their motions.
Remus crouched down, his werewolf cock growing as he watched the two—who recognized as Harry Potter and the youngest Weasley, Ginny—gouging furrows from the ground. Her toes were flexing and curling as Harry pounded into her, harder and harder. When Harry threw his head back, black hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands and his face was screwed in that peculiar pleasure-pain rictus indicative of impeding climax.
The werewolf began rutting against the ground, seeking some resistance, something to drag at his engorged cock as he moved. A root was rucked up and the scratching of the stiff hairs on it had Remus rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He knew he should be ashamed, should have run back to the cave they’d spent the night in when he first realized who was in front of him, but he couldn’t miss this…this explosion of sound and come.
Harry’s shout roared through the field and was joined by Ginny’s drawn out moan as they reached climax one after the other. In a feat of flexibility, Ginny’s toes curled around the end of the butt plug and pulled it from Harry’s body. Remus was still flexing his hips into the ground, tiny whimpers leaking past his fangs as he too came in a rush. The attempt to bite back his howl of completion was barely successful, but neither Harry nor Ginny cared as they were deaf and dumb to the world outside of themselves.
As the two young people snuggled together under a discarded cloak and fell asleep, Remus lay on his side and twisted down to lick himself clean. His tongue curled and pointed around his deflating prick, something he absentmindedly wished he could do in his human body. Once he was done, he loped back to his lover and their cave. A wolfish grin split his face as he realized he’d have something different to tell his lover about this transformation.