enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-09 23:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: adultery, kink: dirty talk, kink: face shot, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus/terry boot, remus/terry boot |
LMOM #9: The Lesson [Remus/Terry Boot, NC-17]
Title: The Lesson
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1243
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Terry Boot, Severus/Terry fantasizing
Kinks: wanking, dirty talk, cum shot (bukakke?)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#9)
Notes: This is the sequel to my first LMOM fic X-Ray Vision. Yep... it's still for Ginger, and her sexy ass Terry Boot.
Remus had a problem. Ever since he'd watched Severus and Terry shagging in the potions room, it seemed as if they were stalking him. They were everywhere he turned around; they would both turn up (separately or at the same time) in the Great Hall and in the library. He'd run into them in corridors. In Severus' case, they always seemed to turn up in the faculty lounge. In Terry's case, he always seemed to be on the quidditch pitch, which the windows from Remus' quarters happened to overlook. In the last two days he thought he'd seen them at least a hundred times. He never saw them that frequently. Or... perhaps he was just supersensitive to it.
The thing was, his problem was about to get even worse. His final year NEWT level double class was about to start... and he was going to be contained in a room with Terry Boot for two whole hours. He had no idea how he was going to manage not getting a hard on when every time he looked at the boy he saw him sucking Snape's thick dick or pressed up against the wall being fuck roughly and loving ever minute of it.
To make matters worse, he wasn't sure if Terry even knew he'd watched them. Oh, he knew that Severus knew, but it was possible that Terry was completely clueless, and Remus didn't want to do anything to suddenly make it known of that were the case. Thus, he'd resolved not to look at Terry, and yet not do anything differently than he normally would have.
Which, of course, is easier said than done.
He started his class with a lecture, as usual, with questions posed to and from the class interspersing. He walked up and down the rows of desks as he spoke, doing his best to make sure all of his students were paying attention. Everything was going well, until his eyes fell on Boot, and he saw that the boy was watching him raptly, an almost predatory look in his eye, the end of his quill pushed ever so slightly into his mouth as he sucked on it. Dear Merlin, he knew.
Remus' speech faltered and he froze in place, his brain overrun with the thought that instead of his quill in his mouth Terry would rather have Severus' cock... or Remus'... and he'd love to suck him and lick him and...
He was pulled out of his reverie by the sudden barrage of questions from students about whether he was feeling all right. He assured them he was, even as he turned and made his way abruptly to his desk. He slid underneath it and thanked Merlin that it had a closed front to hide his growing erection. The rest of his lecture was delivered from the front of the class, until he told them to split into pairs to practice casting a minor curse and counter curse.
Remus would normally circle through the class helping students who were having trouble with their technique, but with the was his dick was pounding in his trousers, he wouldn't be able to stand without embarrassing himself. The seconds and minutes ticked by slowly, almost painfully, dragging out Remus' torture. He attempted not to stare at Terry to hard, but even watching the boy wasting was turning him on. The subtle flick of his wrist, a toss of his head as he joked with his best friend, a subtle thrust of his hips as he stepped into a defensive stance, were all driving Remus up the wall.
His hand slid under the desk and he squeezed his painfully hard prick.
It took long moments of scrutiny, but Remus finally placed where he'd seen that dueling style before – elegant, graceful, and ruthless. Boot had been learning more than how to suck a dick from Severus.
The bell rang without even registering with Remus. He shouted the homework assignment out as his students packed up, and slowly, one by one, they filed out. Remus exhaled slowly. Fuck. He'd made it, and not a moment too soon.
He released his dick from its confines and began to work it slowly, replaying the visions of Severus buggering Terry over and over. The door clicked and he froze. Bloody hell! He was about to be caught mid-wank. He shifted, attempting to put his face into a neutral "I've not been looking" state, just as one of the objects of his fantasy sauntered into the class.
"Boot," he choked out.
"Forgot my quill," he said with a wicked smirk as he tucked the bloody instrument which had begun Remus' nightmare. Remus nodded. He couldn't reply. "You aren't wanking over me, are you?" he asked nonchalantly. "I know you watched us. We both knew the instant you cast that charm. He was a spy. You really thought he wouldn't have put up a warning charm so he'd know if any of his wards had been breached?"
Remus still couldn't say anything. "I... uh... didn't mean... to..."
Terry laughed. "Oh... we enjoyed it. I loved know that you were watching me suck his thick cock." He crossed to Remus' desk as he spoke and dropped his bag on it. "His prick tastes amazing."
Remus flushed. "I... uh.... that's...."
"Can I taste your come?"
He moaned. Bloody hell. Had Terry Boot always been such a kinky little boy or was this a new development? Honestly, at this moment, Remus didn't care. He slid back from the desk and spread his legs, pulling his dick from its hiding spot. "Yes," he groaned.
Terry fell to his knees before Remus, watching as Remus began to stroke his own cock. "Oh... that's right, Professor, work your thick dick for me," he encouraged. "I want to watch you wank... to pull on your cock until you come."
Remus' head spun, his eyes closed, as he listened to Terry's words. Merlin, he was already close, just reliving what he'd witnessed, but this... this. His grip tightened on his dick, and he pumped it harder, hand twisting, finger brushing against the head of his cock. He could feel his balls pulling up tight already.
"Oh... that's it... look at your cock. It's so fucking big. Merlin, I want to suck it so bad. It's so thick... I want to feel it hit the back of my throat as I deep throat you. I want you to shoot your load onto my face. I want you to mark me, claim me, make me your dirty whore."
It was the last words that sent Remus over the edge. He growled as he exploded, opening his eyes and shooting his thick wad all over Terry's face. The Ravenclaw had his eyes closed in bliss as he was covered in his Defence teacher's spluge.
Remus groaned deeply at the sight. He leaned forward, unable to stop himself and licked Terry's face clean. He squirmed and whimpered under the attention of Remus' tongue. When he pulled away and stood, the bulge in his trousers was evident. "I have to go. I'm late for Potions class. I'll have detention tonight," he said, not managing to sound the least exasperated. He headed for the door, and pulled it shut behind him.
The door opened a second later and Terry stepped back in, picking up his bag and quill from Remus' desk. He grinned sheepishly. "It was an accident this time."
PS Can I get a tag for Remus/Terry and Remus/Terry/Severus? There's going to be at least one more part to this series. Oh... and I wasn't sure the bukakke tag was right for this, since technically that's a GROUP action and this is a single person. Maybe there should be a kink: cum shot tag too?