pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: dirty talk, kink: partially clothed sex, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #3 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited): Bordello (#3)
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kink(s): Male Corsetry
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1035
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the tag of my username at pervy_werewolf for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: A decadent, deep perfume, lusty and luxuriant. The scent evokes images of velvet-lined Old West cathouses, tightly laced corsets, rustling petticoats and coquettish snarls of pleasure. Bawdy plum with amaretto, burgundy wine and black currant.
Scentillation(Revisited): Bordello (#3)
“Fuck, it's tight.” Sirius' voice wavered, not having enough breath to make the words complete.
“Yes. Yes.” Remus paused, eyes narrowing on the sharp lines of Sirius' shoulders, the quick rise and fall of his chest. “More?”
Sirius laughed breathlessly, uncertainly. “Yes. More, Moony.”
Remus smirked over Sirius' shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “More then.” He pulled the lacings tighter, and Sirius moaned as the corset compressed his ribs. Dark chocolate brown leather against pale skin. Unyeilding boning against supple flesh. It was a simple creation, unadorned, masculine, and perfectly tailored to Sirius' lithe body. It rose up to a graceful line across his chest, just under his nipples. Every time Sirius exhaled, Remus could see the top of the corset brushed over Sirius' nipples, small hard nubs being constantly teased, kept hard and sensitive.
But it was more than his nipples that were responding to the press and squeeze. His cock rose up toward the bottom of the corset. Even as flushed and and straining as it was, it looked dramatically pale in contrast the smooth sheen of the leather. It twitched hard then, revealing the glistening moisture that was pearling at its tip.
“Moony. The corset first. Then my cock's yours.”
Remus redirected his gaze with a dangerous chuckle. “It's not mine now?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“You know what I meant.”
“Did I?” he gave another quick tug on the lacings then tied of the loops at the middle of Sirius' cinched-in back.
Sirius' answer was a grunt followed by a moan, drawn out as Remus reached around to wrap his fingers around Sirius' erection.
“Maybe it needs lacing up too? What do you think?” His fingers curled slowly tighter and tighter around it, squeeze it as Sirius squirmed and writhed against him. Remus saw his mouth part, as if to answer, but his eyes rolled back as Sirius thrust forward, cock pushing through his grip. Remus caught his hip with his free hand, pulling him back until Sirius' arse was flush against Remus' own erection. Sirius sighed loudly, relaxing as much as the corset would allow him into the familiar warmth and solidity.
Bringing his mouth to Sirius' left ear, Remus murmured, “You didn't answer me, Padfoot. You know I hate that.”
Long lashes rose from Sirius' high cheekbones to reveal dazed grey eyes. “Whawassit?”
“I asked if I should lace your cock up too.” He gave a sharp pulse of his hand, momentarily compressing Sirius' cock just too much. Sirius gasped as the grip pushed beyond pleasure and into pain, his eyes focusing on Remus' once more.
“Yes. Anything you want, Moony. Can do anything that you want.”
Remus chuckled, air stirring the hair behind Sirius' ear. “I know, Padfoot. I just don't want you to forget it.”
Releasing his cock for a moment, Remus summoned the lube from the bedside table, poured some into his hand , then deftly coated his own cock with it. He rubbed it between Sirius' arse cheeks, the ends of the looped ends of the lacings brushing over him.
“Please, Moony. More.” Sirius pushed his hips back so his meaning was unmistakable.
Remus drew his cock back down, using his hand to press it down into place, feeling out the tight pucker of flesh with his cockhead.
“Yes. Oh fucknowpleaseMoonyfuckme.”
His lips quirked, thinking that Sirius must have just used all of the breath for that plea. But it was beautifully requested, beautifully perfect, so Remus pushed forward, slow and gradual, letting Sirius open up to him, relax enough to take the first centimeters of his cock. When the tight heat of him had enveloped the tip of his cock, Remus took Sirius by both hips, steading him as he thrust forward, sheathing himself smoothly into Sirius in one praticed motion.
“Nnggghhh.”
“Mmm.” Remus pulled back just a bit then thrust forward again, sinking completely into him, his balls meeting hot skin.
His slick hand returned to Sirius' cock and began stroking it, feeling the velvet smoothness of thin skin glide over the hard core. Down and up, down and up, in time with the shallow rocks of his hips; bringing his fingers up just under the head, just until his foreskin started to cover up the darkened tip, before dragging it back down his shaft again. In the mirror, Remus watched his hand move, noting the narrowness of his own fingers as he stroked Sirius. At a whine from Sirius, he looked back up to his face again and saw the need there, the wordless, overwhelmed begging. Remus increased his speed, hand stilling as his hips drove forward, again and again, letting the momentum of their fucking move Sirius' cock through his fist. Sirius reached up with one hand, looping it behind Remus' neck, body bowing out as he shuddered in pleasure.
“See how beautiful you are, Padfoot? How fucking amazing you look like this? The corset pressing in around you, just as your arse clenches around my cock.” His jaw shifted as heat starts to prickle up his spine, skin beginning to feel tight and sensitive to the movement of their bodies. “I want you to come all over yourself. I want to see your spunk on the leather. Going to do that for me, aren't you?”
Sirius' head nodded eagerly against Remus' shoulder, hair trailing against his neck and chin. Remus closed his eyes then, focusing only on the hardness in his hand and the tightness around his cock. Heat and pleasure, grip, thrust, slide. He gave into instinct and need, thrusting into Sirius harder until the room was filled with the distinct sounds of fucking: the audible plunge of his cock into Sirius' willing arse, the slap of skin on skin, the moaning and grunting that is both of them, together, louder, higher, harder, until one of them cried out then Remus was awash in pulsing, burning, perfect completion.
It was Sirius who spoke first. “Mmm?”
Remus laughed breathlessly. “Yes. I was wrong.”
“Mmmhmm?”
“Not girly in the least.” Remus conceded.
“Mmm.” Sirius smirked smugly at Remus in the mirror. “'specially not covered in come.”
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to allhisengines for this one.