LMOM #4: Wordplay (Severus/Remus, NC-17) Title: Wordplay Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 543 Pairing: Severus/Remus Kink(s): bondage, d/s, dirty talk, mentions of felching, rough sex Challenge: LMOM #4 Notes: So, zephre told me she'd draw me this pic if I wrote a scene to go with it. This is the result.
I love the way you look – bound, gagged, blindfolded. I love that you pierced your body for me; that you willingly let me bind your cock to keep you from coming too soon – even though we both know that your stamina is fucking amazing. It's more about the look, the feel of it, than it actually serving a purpose.
Really, it's about the trust. I know you hate giving up your control. You'd never willingly give your control to the wolf inside. Why would you trust someone outside your own body? But you do. You trust me - Death Eater, liar, spy. You trust me and want me. I can see it in the subtle movements of your body: the way your cock jumps as I whisper into your ear all the naughty things I'm going to do to you, the way your jaw tenses as you bite into the rubber of the ball gag. You once told me you could come just by listening to me talk. I know a hyperbole when I hear it, but sometimes... I think it might be true.
I kneel behind you, my naked body millimetres away from yours. I lean over, bringing my mouth to your ear. You shudder from feeling my breath ghosting across your skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you're dizzy with pleasure. I'm going to fuck you hard and rough – I'm going to fill you, rip you to pieces, and make you whole again. I'm going to fill you with my cum." My voice seems to echo in the small room; your whimper provides the perfect harmony.
"And when I'm done, you're going to bend over for me and bury your face in a pillow like the slut you are. You're going to spread your legs wide so that I can bury my tongue into your dripping hole and taste myself in you. Do you have an objection to that, wolf?"
You shake your head almost imperceptibly. Your dick bobs in time to the cadence of my speech. It's dripping and purple-red. I push my finger into the piss slit to capture the pearl of pre-come that's leaking from it. I suck my finger clean, slurping loudly, and you squirm on your knees, groaning softly. "How can such a filthy fucking animal taste so good?" I ask. You're trembling now from the proximity of my body and the sound of my voice.
My own cock is hard and ready. I grab the bottle of lube, knowing that you can hear me flip up the plastic top and squeeze the slippery gel into my hand. Your breathing speeds up in anticipation. I wrap my long fingers around my cock and push into my hand. I stroke myself until I'm panting and almost ready to cum. You're whimpering now, tugging on the ropes that bind you're hands. You're so fucking hot for me that your desire is permeating the air around you. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I growl.
You nod and moan. I can almost, almost make out the words you're saying. Yes, Severus. Please... fuck me... please... take me... make me yours.
I oblige. How can you expect me to resist such heartfelt pleas?