pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-08 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: bestiality, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #8 [Remus/Sirius, PG-13]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited): Bon Vivant (#8)
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/SiriusPadfoot
Rating: PG-13
Kink(s): silliness, alcohol, reference to bestiality, canine thoughts, potentially obscene treatment of a glass
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1170
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 pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.
Scentillation(Revisited): Bon Vivant [#8]
Padfoot carried the velvet bag as cautiously as he could. It swung awkwardly from his teeth, the bottle inside bumping heavily against his chest as he walked through the house. Careful. Careful.
He paused at the doorway to the sitting room, sniffing the air lightly. Fire. Books. Moony. Padfoot saw him after he caught the scent: Remus was, unsurprisingly, sitting in his favoured chair, reading. Lifting his tail into a happy flag, he trotted over to him then paused in front of him to wag his tail enthusiastically. Remus looked up from his book, surprised, it seemed, to have canine company.
“What is this, Padfoot?” He glanced curiously at him then at the bag he carried. So Padfoot lifted his burden up to Remus, nudging his hand with the top of his nose. Take. When Remus had a hold of it and give a light tug on the bag, Padfoot released it, tail wagging faster. Gift! He yapped quickly at him. Remus' eyebrow raised but he untied the bow at the top of the velvet bag and pulled it down to expose a dark green bottle of champagne.
“Champagne? Are we celebrating something?” Remus asked dubiously.
Padfoot huffed at him. Daft Moony.
Remus glanced at the Quidditch calendar on the wall then back at Padfoot. “Ah. Yes. My apologies. It's your anniversary, isn't it? Or should we call it your birthday?”
Sitting down, he kept his tail swishing audibly over the rug. He put one large paw on Remus' cordoroy-covered knee and waited.
“Alright. Alright. I can take this very subtle hint of yours. Did you bring glasses?”
Padfoot just stared at him. He should know that he was lucky to have managed the bottle without breaking it.
Remus chuckled at his expression- Happy Moony!- and then conceded, “Nevermind, I'll do it.”
He drew out his wand; and with a quick gesture that made Padfoot's heart leap in anticipation of a game of fetch, he summoned two of their champagne flutes from the kitchen. As they floated through to Remus' hand, Padfoot put his paw back on the ground, his hind end wiggling with the enthusiasm of his tail. Remus set the glasses aside then peeled the foil off the top of the bottle then tipped it away from them as he worked the cork out of it. It popped loudly, too loud, and Padfoot flattened his ears back, tail stilling momentarily. But when the crisp scent of the drink reached his nose, it resumed its movement, back and forth. He craned forward, nose twitching interestedly.
“You're not changing back for this, I take it?”
Another huff and Padfoot lightly bumped Remus' hand that held the bottle. Share!
“You are a ridiculous dog, Padfoot.” Remus shook his head as he filled both glasses with the crystalline liquid then paused and looked down at him. “You expect me to hold your glass for you, don't you?”
He pulled his lips into a doggie-grin and gave a high-pitched yap of agreement to this theory. He ignored Remus' muttering though he could hear it just fine. His attention was on the glass which Remus lowered down to his snuffling nose. Sharp. Sweet.... More. His nose bumped the edge of the glass in his attempt to sort out what the additional scent was. Something fruity that he had eaten before on one day in the park with Remus, but before he could identify it, his nose started to tickle, the fizz of the champagne hitting the sensitive black flesh. Bad! Not Pain. But ba- He sneezed sharply, head snapping forward as he did. But the feeling was still there and he bent his head down so he could rub it with one leg. Stop. Stop. Wet itch. Stop. He wiped his offended nose on his furry foreleg briskly, then paused as Remus laughed at him. Not putting his leg down or moving his head yet, Padfoot glanced up at him with curious grey eyes. This made him laugh even more. Happy Moony? He straightened up again and cocked his head to the side, ears pricked forward to catch every rich sound of the laughter. Damn itch! He shook his head sharply then licked over his nose, and this only made Remus laugh more.
What? Padfoot barked out at him, the question accompanied a quizzical wag of his tail.
It took Remus a few moments to calm himself long enough to force out a breathless answer, still laughing between the words, “You... god, Padfoot... What did you think would happen? If you... if you go about inhaling champagne?”
Padfoot sighed loudly and decided that a happy Moony was a happy Moony even if it was at his expense. Since the glass was still in reach, he cautiously moved back to it and licked lightly into the glass. His tongue was wider than the rim of glass was, but he had experience with getting his tongue into tight places, Tight. Dark. Sex., so his second lick was more successful.
The bubbles tickled over his tongue, bursting against the roof of his mouth, but thankfully not tickling his nose. He pressed his tongue into the glass again, drawing out the liquid that was oddly dry on his tongue but Good. Closing his eyes in concentration, he set about getting his long tongue deeper into the the glass to drink more of the champagne, though it wasn't an easy or completely dripless process. Remus' laughter quieted as his fingers were splashed with the drops that fell from the underside of his tongue as it drew out of the narrow glass again until it was empty but for a small puddle at the very bottom. The scent of it was all over Remus' hand now, so rather than leaving a mess, Padfoot licked them clean, an easier process than working in and out the tight confines of the champagne flute. Clean. Good. Moony.
“Padfoot?” Remus asked quietly after he'd been industriously licking for a few minutes. “I think my fingers are clean enough.”
Padfoot looked up at him then looked at the bottle and barked at it.
“More?”
He licked his muzzle with a greedy pop of his jaws.
Remus snorted but poured refilled the glass. But before he held it down to him, he spoke, “You realise that I don't care how drunk you are, you're still not allowed to try pissing in the toilet.”
Padfoot's ears dropped, shoulders slumping. Eyes locked on Remus' face, he whined quietly. Please?
“No.”
He put his chin on Remus' knee, blinking slowly up at him. Pleeeease?
“You know better than that, Padfoot,” Remus held the glass back down to him.“The only begging you're allowed is when you're hard... and human.”
Damn.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to emiime for this one.