LMOM #5: Juvenilism (RL/SS) Title: Juvenilism By: McKay Rated: NC17 Pairing: Snape/Lupin Kink: Student-teacher roleplay Word count: ~740 Notes: This is based on karasu_hime's art from LMOM 2006: Juvenilism. The post is f-locked to the pervy_werewolf community on LJ.
The desk was a bit too small, but Remus didn't care. Somehow, sitting in this facsimile of the potions classroom at Hogwarts and wearing a makeshift Gryffindor uniform had transported Remus right back to his awful, awkward teenage years. Having Severus looming over him was adding to the illusion that he was sixteen again - although he had never sported a raging hard-on during Potions because of old Slughorn.
"I want to see your work, Mr. Lupin," Severus said in The Voice, the one he had once used on students who were particularly dense or unruly, the one that implied there would be Awful Consequences if it wasn't obeyed, and Remus bit his lip and tried not to squirm as Severus glided smoothly to his desk.
Remus could feel the heat of Severus' body through his buttoned-up jacket as Severus bent over to look at the parchment on the desktop in front of Remus, and he felt an inexplicable urge to sit up straight and neaten his tie. Severus tutted as he made little check marks in red ink next to several lines, and Remus wondered if he'd really gotten the answers wrong or if it was just part of the game.
"I am most displeased, Mr. Lupin," Severus said, straightening up again, and Remus bit back a moan. There was something about Severus in his role of professor that made Remus' toes curl. It wasn't quite a dominance/submission game, but there were certainly power play issues involved, and Remus loved it, loved the way Severus made him feel like a boy wanting to please his professor and earn high marks again. "You claim to have studied, yet I find no evidence that you understand any of the material."
Remus' cock was straining against the front of his trousers, and he surreptitiously unbuttoned his fly; his cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and he curled his fingers around it, a hot flush stinging his cheeks.
"Look here." Severus rested one hand on the back of Remus' chair as he leaned over and began writing on the parchment again. His chest brushed against Remus' shoulder, making Remus shiver, and he continued to speak in that smooth, low voice. "The principle is quite simple. Stirring clockwise enhances the properties of the aconite, drawing out the..."
Remus tuned out the words, focusing on The Voice instead as he stroked his aching cock faster and harder; he let the rise and fall of Severus' voice carry him away, panting as he stared down at Severus' quill moving across the parchment without really seeing it. He'd been bad, so very bad, and Severus had to correct him, spilling ink out of that stiff quill.
He knew Severus must hear the stuttering of his breath and the desperate sounds of his hand working his cock, and that heightened his arousal unbearably, knowing Severus knew and yet never faltered in his speech, only pressed closer against Remus. Perhaps he was watching, and that thought sent Remus over the edge, and he gasped as he came all over his hand and his trousers.
His breathing labored, he slumped against the back of his chair and closed his eyes - but they flew open again when Severus rapped sharply on his desk.
"Are you even listening to me, Mr. Lupin?" Severus demanded, frowning down at him, and Remus hastened to straighten up.
"Y-yes, sir. Of course, I am, sir."
"Then repeat what I just said about the importance of distillation in the second stage of brewing this potion."
"Uh..."
Severus narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, and Remus resisted the urge to shrink down and try to hide under his desk. Barely. "I see I shall have to take drastic measures to secure your attention. Get up. I want you bent over my desk now, Mr. Lupin. Perhaps a good paddling will teach you attentiveness."
Remus sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes growing wide and round - and then he almost knocked the desk over in his haste to comply. Bent over Severus' desk with his trousers around his ankles, he wriggled happily and waited for the first blow.
Yes, he had to say playing "The Professor and the Naughty Schoolboy" had been the best idea he'd ever had. Peeking over his shoulder, he licked his lips as he watched Severus brandish the paddle. Perhaps next time, he would find out what it took to become the teacher's pet.