enigmalea (enigmalea) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-10 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: enigmalea, kink: breath play, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/james |
LMOM #10: Breath of Life [Remus/himself, NC-17]
Title: Breath of Life
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 648
Pairing: Remus Lupin/himself, Remus/James fantasy
Kinks: wanking, breath play (autoerotic asphyxiation)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#10)
Notes: This was quick and dirty, just so I could make the time restrictions. Hope it's not too awful!
Can we get an autoerotic asphyxiation tag? Or should it just stay under breath play?
Remus hated when he couldn't breathe. Well, hated and loved it. He hated what it did to him – the complete and utter fear that surged through his system, causing his heart to pump faster, his blood to surge forcefully into his veins and into his cock. He hated that something which caused so much panic, also caused arousal.
The first time it happened, he'd only been eleven. It was a prank gone horribly wrong. He'd confessed, during a game of Truth or Dare that he couldn't swim. The other Marauders thought it would be fantastic if they taught Remus to swim by throwing him into the lake – in the middle of November.
As soon as he felt the ice cold water his body went into panic mode; all of the thrashing and flailing of his limbs couldn't drag him to the surface. Hell, he couldn't even find the surface and the flickering light was further confusing the situation. He'd at least managed to hold his breath, but his lungs were burning – they were on fire – and he still hadn't found air. He suddenly felt a cold breeze and he inhaled, only to swallow water with his desperate gulp as he was instantly drug back under. He couldn't even keep his head above the surface now that he found it. He broke the surface again... and again. Bloody hell, what were the others doing? Laughing at him? Were they going to let him drown? Was he going to be killed by the only friends he'd ever had?
His heart was slowing, there was a pounding in his ears. He'd swallowed a ton of water. His lungs were burning. His arms and legs were burning. Everything was on fire, and his eyes were going black. His dick was hard. His DICK WAS HARD?! Bloody hell. He was going to die with an unexpected hard on.
And then there were arms around him, dragging him to the surface. His friends apologizing and calling themselves idiots as they handed him warmed towels and jars full of blue bell flames. Back on dry land he coughed and sputtered and vomited the shepherd's pie he had for lunch, as he desperately tried to hide his erection in soaking wet clothes that were clinging to his body.
The next time it happened, he did it on purpose. He had to see if he got hard because he couldn't breathe or if it was something else. He closed his bed curtains and set a silencing charm and pulled his Gryffindor tie far too tight until the knot was pressed up against his Adam's apple and he couldn't breathe. His breath was amplified in his ears, harsh and ragged, and his cock sprang to life. He thought about the arms pulling him to the surface, James' apologies and encouraging words whispered in his ear. His breath warm and soothing. He tried to groan and couldn't.
His hand slid down his naked body and wrapped around his hard on and he began to stroke, images of a naked James dancing in his head. He imagined what it would feel like to have James pressed against him, their cocks rubbing together. James' hand on his neck, strong thumb pressing against his throat cutting off his air. Remus came, crying out with the last ounce of air held in his burning lungs. His warm cum splashed onto his stomach and hand as the stars filled his darkening vision.
He clawed at the tie, tugging at it desperately and inhaled sharply when it gave in. Merlin, it had been close... close and clumsy that first time, but he vowed he'd get it right. He'd never come so hard in his short life.
Great. Lovely. Not only was he a queer werewolf, but he was a queer werewolf who wanted to be choked. Why did everything always happen to him?