LMOM #6: Wordplay (3/4) [Severus/Remus, NC-17] Title: Wordplay (Part 3/4) Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 705 Pairing: Severus/Remus Kink(s): bondage, d/s, dirty talk, felching. delayed orgasm Challenge: LMOM #6 Notes: Almost done! Just one more part left to go!
I'm still inside of you. My dick softening slowly. I inhale the scent of you and me and sex, and I suddenly remember I promised you more - more than just a quick, rough fuck. "Put your face in the pillow, whore," I bark.
Your entire body protests movement, your prick still bobbing and pulsing in anticipation of the release I am denying you. You bend slowly, your cheek resting against the cool cotton of the pillow case. You try to hold back your whimpers. It doesn't work.
I pull out of you and your whines increase at the sudden feeling of being empty. "Spread your legs, bitch," I order. You don't move fast enough, and when you do your legs aren't wide enough. "Wider," I growl as I smack your ass. You whine and open your legs wider. Your cock and balls hang heavily down. It's a beautiful picture; your pink hole quivering, filled with my cum, your prick heavy, red-purple, angry and full of desire, displayed for all to see. It's difficult to believe this is all for me.
I bury my nose in your balls, inhaling deeply of your scent. My cum is dripping out of you, running down across your perineum and onto your sack. The trail is glistening, laying out a tempting path for my tongue to follow. I reach out with my tongue touching the soft hairy skin of your balls. You jump, pulling away slightly, before a soft moan escapes you and you thrust back against the feeling of my tongue slowly sliding up the route lain out for it. I pay attention to your perineum, lavishing it with stroke after stroke, cleaning it completely before I even consider moving on. You're whimpering, the ball gag doing little to hide your pleasure now. You are past coherency, and I know that your brain has shut off; you are no longer thinking – you can only feel.
I move up, tongue following the crack of your arse straight to my prize. I can smell us now; your scent, woodsy, dark, and semi-sweet (probably from all the damn chocolate you consume), mixing with mine (cloves and heated copper and spiced pumpkin from all the damn pumpkin juice I consume). It is not an all together unpleasant smell, and I can't help but moan as my heart rate picks up.
My tongue moves around your hole, circling it, licking it clean. I wonder if it's narcissistic to say I love the taste of my own cum. I suppose it doesn't really matter. As good as my own cum tastes, it is nothing compared to the taste of my cum in your arse. I swirl around and around slowly working my way to the center, and then I push inside.
You groan and push back against my tongue jerking on the rope that binds your hands. I'm sure you want to touch yourself as I do this, but I won't let you... nor will I touch your cock. I wiggle my tongue around, cleaning you, licking until I can't taste myself any longer. My tongue moves in and out, tasting you and me... tasting us. I'm fucking you with my tongue.
You push back against it, every thrust drawing a scream from you. Or is it one long scream that's only broken when you have to pause for air? I can't tell any more. All I know is that the taste of us is driving me crazy, my cock is pulsing, hardening again. Already. Fuck. You're like a disease, an addiction I can't fight. I have to have you again.
I stop what I'm doing, run my tongue up the length of your spine. I press against you, my dick sliding between the globes of your arse. "I'm going to fuck you again," I whisper. Your screams have settled into sobs. You want relief so badly. I'm going to give it to you, but not until I get mine."Do you want that, wolf?" You nod in agreement, a single lonely tear slipping down your cheek. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen – that you trust me to give you what you need so much.