His sinuous, lean lover was wrapped tightly around him, and Remus reveled in the sensations. They exchanged deep, passionate kisses, one after another until they were breathless. He opened his eyes to watch the man’s face. It was Severus. Dark silky hair scattered across the pillow, his all-knowing eyes bored directly into him. He tucked his arms under Severus’ arse and pulled him up close, and then bent over to lick the dusky pink of his nipples, laving one and then the other and repeating until Severus called a halt. His cock throbbed he knew he was so close. He reached a hand between them, grasping and working Severus’ cock. Severus shuddered and gripped his shoulders as he cried out in orgasm. Remus held on to his thread of control as Severus’ arse clenched around his cock.
Remus groaned. Now, he was awake. Why did dreams do that? End just before. His cock throbbed. He pulled at the wisps of the dream left in his mind. It had been Severus, of course. He glance around the room, he was most definitely at Malfoy Manor. A four-poster bed hung with sheer draperies, a writing desk and chair, an antique wardrobe and a private bath, this was unquestionably not his tiny cottage. However, since this was Malfoy Manor, kissing Severus last night had been very real indeed.
His cock pulsed at the thought of Severus. Severus with whom he’d had a real conversation. Shorter than he had hoped, but real nonetheless. Severus and his none too certain kisses. Severus who had been coaxed to sit demurely on his lap. Severus. His cock demanded attention. Now. It was a demand that was easy enough to concede to.
He flipped back the duvet and grabbed his wand from the night table. A quick flick of the wand and a few muttered works and his other hand was filled with lube. He stroked himself extremely slowly; he had plenty of time. His encounters from the previous evening wandered through his mind. His cock pulsated. He stilled his hand, and used the other to gently fondle his balls.
Languidly, he began stroking again. His free hand drifted up his chest to tweak his nipples. He kept his touches light trying to draw out the experience. His hips rocked up off the bed into his hand. He wanted to wait. His fingers encircled the base of his cock and clamped down hard. He panted like a dog. His fingers continued to pluck at his sensitive nipples, and his balls drew up tightly to his body. He couldn’t wait another minute. Making a loose fist he pumped his cock frantically into the tight opening. He threw his head back, bit his lip, and then his cock erupted covering his chest and chin with his warm white cream.
After his breathing had returned to normal, he reached for his wand again. This time he used it to cast a quick cleansing spell. As he set the wand back down, he noticed an elaborate note card resting against the clock. The alabaster background was covered by flowery script in forest green ink. It announced breakfast would be served in the conservatory between seven and nine a.m. He needed a shower before going down to breakfast, it was almost seven o’clock now, and he didn’t want to miss seeing Severus.