westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: dirty talk, kink: double penetration, kink: threesome, remus/gideon/dorcas |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 3~ January 15, 1979, Night)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: January 15, 1979, Night
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1600
Pairing: Remus/Gideon/Dorcas (overall fic will be Remus/Severus with several other pairings included)
Kink(s): threesome, double penetration, dirty talk
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts:Jan 1, Jan 15: Day
“Yes…harder…oh gods…fuck…no no no don’t slow down…right there…oh right there…oh fuck…”
The moaning grew louder as Remus walked down the corridor towards the shabby flat he shared with Gideon Prewett. At the door, he stopped and placed his ear against the thin wood. As he expected, the voice echoing in the corridors was coming from within.
Gideon had brought Dorcas over, it seemed.
Remus was still buzzing from his arousing run-in with Severus on the street, and even though it was hours later, Dorcas’s moans brought his unsatisfied prick instantly back to life. Wondering if Gideon had remembered to close his bedroom door this time, Remus waved his wand over the locks and let himself into the flat.
“…to the right…oh bollocking hell, Gideon Prewett, there it is!...you are fucking brilliant…oh that's the stuff…oh fuck…oh oh oh…”
Remus grinned. Dorcas and Gideon had been together for the past two months, and Remus had grown accustomed to her loud running commentary during sex. It was entertaining and usually rather stimulating. Gideon’s door was closed today, but the walls of their dumpy flat were thin as tissue, and they might as well have been fucking on Remus’s lap for all the privacy they had.
That interesting mental image brought Remus’s hand down to the growing bulge in his trousers.
“…yes…another finger…oooh…harder, harder, harder…more, more more…yes, oh yes yes, fuck, yes…I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m coming…Yes, fuck, YES! YES!”
Remus’s prick was straining against the zip of his cords, and he was preparing to drop his bag and coat and have a quick wank in his room when the door to Gideon’s room opened and Gideon peered his head out.
“Thought I heard the door open, mate,” he said. His forehead was coated in sweat, and stray curls of red hair were plastered to his face. There was a shiny gloss on and around his lips. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths.
Remus looked away and opened his mouth to tell Gideon he would be in his room, but Gideon spoke first.
“Want to join in?” he asked, as casually as if asking whether Remus wanted a cup of tea.
“What?” Remus froze, and his cock gave a lurch.
“We were just talking about it before you got home, if you’re in the mood. No pressure, just a bit of fun. Right, Dorcas?” Gideon threw the door open wider so that Remus could see Dorcas, spread-eagled on the edge of the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows and winked at Remus. Her spiky blonde hair was matted and damp.
“If he’s up for it,” she said, eyeing Remus. “I told you what I want, if you think he can deliver.” Dorcas was three years older than Remus and Gideon. She was a powerful and intimidating witch, trusted and influential in the Order, and somehow, even though she was lying vulnerable on the bed, Remus felt like he was the one stripped naked.
“She likes it...up the arse sometimes,” whispered Gideon, waggling his eyebrows at Remus. Remus eyed Dorcas with even greater respect. It must have taken nerves of steel to ask Gideon for that particular taboo. “As I know you partake in the odd backdoor action yourself, I thought I might get the two of you together.” Gideon’s voice dropped even lower. “She wants us both to...you know...at the same time. What do you say?”
Remus could not move, his mouth had gone dry staring at his bollocks-naked roommate and his powerhouse girlfriend, his cock straining against his trousers, and the memory of Severus’s burning kiss imprinted on his lips.
Oh, what the hell.
“This has been a bloody odd day,” Remus said, and walked into Gideon’s room, dropping his coat in the doorway.
“Is that a yes?” asked Dorcas from the bed, her eyes wide.
“That,” replied Gideon with a grin, “is a yes.”
Remus removed the houndstooth coat and hung it on the doorknob. Gideon walked behind him and ran his hands up under his shirt to help him pull it off.
“I got a job today,” Remus said as Gideon removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Remus shivered at exposing his scarred body to Dorcas, but she was watching Gideon and did not seem to notice.
“Yeah? Nice one, mate!” Gideon said as he walked back towards Dorcas on the bed, pulling her up and nuzzling her neck.
“Where?” asked Dorcas. Her hand moved slowly through the damp hair between her legs.
“Bookstore. Just a few hours a week, but better than nothing.” Remus knew his face and chest were crimson as he unbuckled his belt, and then, at last, unzipped and released his stiff prick from the confining corduroy. He slid his trousers and pants off, and moved to the side of the bed with Gideon and Dorcas.
“Well, mate, I’m glad to see our plan appears to be of interest to you,” said Gideon as he eyed Remus’s erection. Gideon’s own cock, which had softened as they spoke, was quickly re-filling with blood and rising from his patch of red curls. Remus was accustomed to seeing Gideon naked around the flat, but never aroused, and his prick became, if possible, harder at the sight.
“Will you two stop the chit-chat and put one of those things in me now, please,” said Dorcas, and Gideon turned and laughed, grabbing her into a warm kiss and then pulling her down on top of him, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. She straddled his hips and grabbed his prick in her large hand, guiding it to her slit and sliding down on to him in one smooth movement.
Watching from behind her, Remus groaned in harmony with Gideon. This was an odd day, indeed.
Dorcas started a slow rhythm, riding up and down Gideon’s cock, her hands braced by his shoulders, and her tits bouncing in his face. Each time she sank down on him, he let out a stifled moan, a sound Remus recognized from countless nights wanking to the same glorious noise through the wall.
“Oh fuck me with your hard cock…oh yes,” Dorcas started, and Remus groaned again. Oh damn, the dirty talk. Her meaty arse was hanging over the edge of the bed, open and wanting, and he was going to fuck her now. Hers was not the lean, sinewy body of his fantasies, but if he couldn’t have what he really wanted, he mused, at least he wasn’t sitting alone wanking over a pathetic memory.
“So do you have any...slippery stuff? To help?” he asked, fisting his straining cock and suddenly afraid that he would not be able to last to fulfill Dorcas’s request. No more thinking about Severus.
“There's KY by the pillow,” Dorcas said, and Remus was relieved to hear she knew of the stuff. “Make your prick nice and slippery for me, Remus, and let me feel you slide up inside me…oh shite, yes, Gideon fucking Prewett, you slut…” Dorcas was picking up the pace of her thrusts, and as Remus scrambled to find the tube of KY, he noticed that Gideon had thrown his head back and closed his eyes, his moans keeping pace with Dorcas’s rhythm.
Remus coated his hand in grease and slathered it over himself. Positioning himself behind Dorcas as her arse moved up and down on Gideon’s prick, he found her soft hole with his slick fingers and pressed in. She must like arse-play, he thought, because she was relaxing easily and beginning to open to him.
“Only one finger, Remus?…I can take more…oh yes, harder, add another one…and another…I’m ready for you…oh fuck, stay with me Gideon…you are going to come with me…”
His fingers in her arse, Remus almost whited out when he realised he could feel Gideon’s cock moving inside her.
He pulled out his fingers and grappled his slippery prick, then bent his knees deep and slowly pushed inside.
All three of them groaned as one voice.
Dorcas set the pace, and Remus thought he would last about five seconds as soon as she moved, the added pressure of Gideon’s prick pressing up inside her as well almost too much sensation to bear. He grabbed at the soft flesh at Dorcas’s hips and held on, allowing himself to push in deeper until his balls were slapping her skin.
“…you are filling me up…oh oh fuck…yes…oh oh, bloody hell yes…”
Lupin could feel Gideon, thrusting firm and hard, through the soft wall of flesh separating them. Gideon was grunting and Dorcas was gasping, her voice becoming louder and more breathless. Remus moved, sliding in and out in time with Gideon. Oh fuck.
"...so full...so fucking full! Oh oh, I can't...oh gods yes..."
The feel of Remus in her must have pushed Gideon to the point of no return, because he suddenly grabbed Dorcas’s lower back to gain some leverage and pounded into her in rapid thrusts, his moans turning to a long low groan as he came, jerking up and deep, shuddering and tensing, his legs kicking out behind Remus.
Gideon’s orgasm sent Remus over the edge, and he thrust in once more and groaned as he came hard, filling Dorcas’s other hole and then sliding out and collapsing backwards onto the floor, his legs shaking with the effort of squatting and thrusting and coming.
“…dripping with come, gods I feel so filthy you sluts…oh fuck…oh fuck…Gideon, gods, thank you…oh yes…thank you…amazing…” Dorcas leaned down and Remus watched as she kissed Gideon soft and long and deep, and Remus was tempted to sneak out of the room, more embarrassed by watching the intimacy between them than by any of what they had just done. He sprawled back on the rug, panting and tingling.
“Did we lose you, Remus?” asked Gideon from the bed.
“I’m here,” he responded in a bleary voice.
“That was just what I wanted. Thank you, Remus,” said Dorcas. “Don't you regret it later. I know I won’t.”
“I can't imagine regretting that,” said Remus from the floor. “But I’m just going to take myself off now.” He started to crawl towards the door.
Gideon and Dorcas both laughed. “You can stay, mate,” Gideon offered, and Remus looked back to see the lovers entwined on the bed.
“Nah, I need to clean up and go to sleep. Work tomorrow, you know,” Remus said with a smile.
As he crawled out of the room to the sounds of Gideon and Dorcas whispering and laughing and kissing behind him, Remus suddenly pictured Severus’s dark form darting, no running, around the corner that morning to get away from him. Damn. This had been a very odd day.