LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #5 [Remus/Sirius, NC-17] Title:Scentillation (Revisited): Perversion (#5) Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: NC-17 Kink(s): smoking, cock and ball bondage, branding/cigarette burns Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 575 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: The perfect scent to wear to your next bondage ball, dungeon adventure or sojourn to your favorite pleasure dome. Smoky rum and black tobacco with a whisper of steamy leather with a splash of crystalline chardonnay, layered over a sensual, sweet, and deceptively magnetic base of tonka.
Scentillation(Revisited): Perversion #5
Remus took a slow drag from the cigarette, savouring the spicy smoke before letting it curl back from his mouth. He didn't usually smoke. He left that to Sirius who had adopted the rebel image once he had realised his parents' owls had not oddly all gotten lost and once he'd stopped shaking like a cold mandrake leaf at night because of what it meant. Still, Sirius knew better than to smoke near Remus' books, and he was to take his fags outside when the urge struck. But it was times like these that Remus took Sirius' pack away from him and smoked one himself.
Sirius trembled, only slightly, a motion that few would even notice. But Remus did, even through the slight haze of smoke and the dim lights. He had watched Sirius for years, seen nearly every quiver and twitch, learned how to interpret them, how to elicit them. He knew the quick inhalation of surprise, the small jerk to the side of ticklishness, the constrained shift of resistance, the first shudder of climax. But this movement, this was the thrill of anticipation.
Remus stepped closer to Sirius' back, blowing a narrow stream of smoke just at the back of his neck. His hair was already swept over one shoulder so the grey smoke slid over pale skin, drawing out a faint ripple of muscles, a delicate rise of gooseflesh. There was a very soft ring of metal on metal: Sirius' hands had moved, causing the chains connecting his wrists to his tightly bound cock and balls. Remus smirked as his own hand descended Sirius' back, the glowing tip of the lit cigarette only centimeters from Sirius' skin. He brought it down behind his hip, to the curve of his arse, closer in, and Sirius froze. Completely still, motionless, breath caught... then... the another shiver of anticipation which crested then fell back into tense stillness. Remus held the cigarette steady then flicked the end with a quick sweep of his thumb, sending a scatter of hot ash over the right side of Sirius' arse. He gasped and arched, the smallest jerk away from the heat. Remus didn't move his hand, waiting for Sirius to still again. He did, settling back into his previous position, arse clenched in preparation.
Brushing his lips over Sirius' shoulder, just above the paw-print tattoo; Remus let Sirius feel the wicked curve of his lips, a praise and a promise. Then he waited, let the moments slip by, pregnant with anticipatory heat. Sirius trembled again, tighter than before, trying to fight the proof of his nervousness, his desire, his need. Just a few seconds more then Remus set the hot tip of the cigarette against Sirius' skin, briefly, but enough for Sirius to cry out, the sound echoed by the hard clang of metal as his hands and cock jerked in response to the burn.
Remus stepped back just enough to look down at the curve of Sirius' arse. The smooth skin was now marred by a bright pink circle. Remus placed the cigarette back into his mouth, holding it between his lips so that he could brush his thumb over the burn-mark. It was in just the right place that whenever Sirius sat down in the next few days, he would feel it. Would feel the burn and the sting and the itch.
And maybe this time he'd remember not to fucking smoke near Remus' books.
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