cocoa_cardigan (cocoa_cardigan) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-04-27 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, remus, severus |
Naughty, but oh so very, very nice
Characters: Severus, Remus
Summary: Severus has a big surprise for his wolf
One of the benefits of living in a large, sprawling manor house was that there were numerous rooms both upstairs and downstairs, and despite having lived in the manor for years, Severus and Remus had not yet put all the rooms to use. In fact, they had closed off an entire wing simply because they had no use for it, and they didn't see any point asking Lurch to clean all that unused space too, when he had quite enough to do with the rest of the house. Even with that wing closed, there were still unused rooms, and it was one of the smaller rooms upstairs that Severus chose to convert into an adult playroom.
He thought the room must have been used for storage or perhaps guests who weren't very well liked because it was small and windowless, but it suited his purposes quite well. Fortunately, he had begun the renovations while his magic was still reliable, thus the soundproofing charms were in place already, and he hoped they wouldn't fail. He had placed a locking charm on the door, but he installed a manual lock as well, just in case.
With one of Remus' favorite games in mind, he had tried to reproduce his old office at Hogwarts as best he could, bringing in a sturdy desk and covering it with the sort of paraphernalia that had once cluttered his own desk - ink, quills, faux essays on brewing techniques - and installing shelves filled with potions textbooks and jars full of odd things behind his desk. He'd always brought the most disgusting things he could find to put on the shelves behind his desk to further intimidate any students unfortunate enough to be sitting across from it; it helped make them squirm more if they had an unsightly view of globby things floating in vile colored liquid that they couldn't avoid looking at.
The drawers of the desk were not filled with parchment, more books, and confiscated items - mostly joke products - from his students as his real desk had been. Instead, they were filled with jars of lubricant, bottles of scented massage oil, a paddle, a fleece lined blindfold, a pair of fleece lined wrist cuffs, and other such toys. The chair in front of his desk was the most uncomfortable wood chair he could find, hard and bare.
It had taken time for him to create the scene bit by bit, but it was finished now. Rather, it was finished enough that Severus could reveal the surprise to Remus. The other side of the room was still barren, but he thought they could plan how to furnish it together. For now, he was eager to show Remus what he'd done and see if it pleased Remus as much as he thought it would.
He donned a set of old robes he'd once worn while teaching, and he brought out the Gryffindor tie and robes he'd bought for Remus. Transfiguring a school uniform was easy and quick, but with magic being so unreliable and with the knowledge that Remus would likely want to play the game again, Severus thought indulging in a permanent costume they could bring out whenever it was needed wasn't a bad idea.
With the stage set and the costumes ready, he scrawled a note with instructions on where to find him and sent it winging off to Remus.
The note reached Remus in the back yard of the Manor, where he'd been pushing Gaia, Lysander, and Cymbeline on the swings they'd set up under the shade of the trees. The two older children were sitting on simple wooden seats hung from ropes, but Gaia was in what looked, for all intents and purposes, like a miniature hollowed-out dragon, her feet sticking through the body and emerging from the bottom. The dragon let out a small roar at the top of every swing, making Gaia laugh and flail her arms in the air.
Fortunately Nanny Stella was with them, and Remus turned over the swing duty to her with a smile when he read Severus' summons. He was curious as to why Severus wanted him to come to a room they never used, and he hoped something else bizarre wasn't occurring in their home. After the hurricane, Lurch and the love potion, and all the failures of magic, he couldn't help but worry a bit about what other things might go wrong.
It took only a few moments from him to make his way into the house and up the stairs, then down a corridor on the third floor that he barely remembered from their initial exploration of the Manor when they'd first moved in. He counted to the correct door per Severus' instructions, then put his hand on the knob, turning it and stepping inside.
"Seve..." he began, then stopped, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of what was quite obviously a reproduction of Severus' old office at Hogwarts. For a moment, he wondered if somehow the whole thing had suddenly manifested itself without any human intervention, but then his gaze fell on Severus, who stood near the desk, dressed in robes that were just as familiar as the furnishings. Obviously his mate had done this, and Remus felt a tingle run down his spine as he began to imagine why Severus would want to recreate his office here in the Manor.
"My, this is quite a surprise, Professor Snape," he said, tilting his head to one side, his eyes alight with anticipation. "I came as quickly as I could, sir. I hope I'm not too tardy."
"You are tardy, Mr. Lupin," Severus replied, drawing himself up with a frown. It was surprisingly easy to slip back into his old role despite the fact he'd been away from Hogwarts for years; old habits died hard, he supposed. "You are also out of uniform," he added sternly, pointing to the tie and robes draped over the back of the chair in front of his desk. "I expect you to appear before me in proper attire."
Remus grinned, then quickly hid the expression behind coyly lowered lashes. It seemed Severus did indeed have a bit of role-playing in mind, and Remus felt a pleasurable surge of rising desire at the thought. Any game Severus wished to play was fine with him, although this particular one definitely had so many wicked overtones that Remus was eager to participate.
"Yes, Professor Snape. I'm sorry, Professor Snape. I'll get dressed at once." Remus picked up the tie, hurriedly and rather untidily tying it around his collar, then slipped the robes on over his shirt and jeans. Flushing slightly - although in anticipation, not embarrassment - he raised his eyes to Severus' and mustered a disingenuous smile. "Is this better, sir?"
Severus curled his lip in a disdainful sneer. "You look slovenly, Mr. Lupin, but I suppose I should not be surprised, given the sloppiness of the work you have done in my class. I find myself quite disappointed. Perhaps if you spent less time getting into mischief with your friends and more time focusing on your studies, your marks would not be so abysmally low."
"I know, sir, I'm sorry," Remus replied in as obsequious a voice as he could manage. "I try, I really do, but with all my duties as Prefect and with my, um, medical difficulties, it's often difficult, especially with potions. I'll do better sir... just please give me another chance!"
Severus stalked toward Remus, his gait a predatory prowl, and he circled Remus slowly before coming to a stop in front of him. "I might be persuaded to give you another chance," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "With the proper incentive."
The shiver Remus gave at the sound of Severus' voice wasn't contrived in the slightest; the velvet sound of Severus' voice seemed to caress over his skin, and the smooth stalking movement of his walk made the wolf immediately take notice. A small moan escaped him before he bit it back, but his breathing sped up as his body tightened in response. It was easy enough, though, to make the signs of desire look more like fear, and he swallowed and nodded rather jerkily, although the wolf rising in his eyes belied the playacting.
"What... what do you mean, sir?" he asked huskily, again peeking at Severus from beneath demurely lowered lashes. He clasped his hands in front of him as though entreating Severus for mercy. "What could I do for you?"
"I can think of a few things," Severus said in the same low tone as he trailed his forefinger lightly along Remus' jaw. "Think of it as... extra credit. It would have to be our secret, however. We wouldn't want the other students to think I was giving you preferential treatment, now would we?"
"Oh, no, sir, of course not," Remus replied, trembling with desire at the brush of Severus' long, elegant finger over his skin. "I do want to get good marks, and I'll do anything you want if only you'll let me earn the credit I need."
"Anything?" Severus arched one eyebrow as he moved closer and reached out to grope and knead Remus' firm arse with one hand. "Even let me touch you?"
Remus' eyes slid closed, and he groaned as Severus' hand wandered shamelessly over his arse. Even through robes and jeans, it was arousing. As much as he wanted to just strip off his clothes and beg Severus to take him then and there, that would end the game too soon, and Remus was enjoying it very much indeed. "If... if that's what you want, sir," he murmured. "You can touch me however you wish."
Severus smirked, amused by Remus' response to his touch and to the game; it seemed as if Remus was enjoying it, and Severus was gratified that his efforts were being well-received. "It is what I want, Mr. Lupin," he said, bending to murmur the words in Remus' ear. He slid his other hand around to join the first, squeezing Remus' arse and pulling Remus closer against him so Remus could feel how much he was enjoying the game as well. "I want to touch you."
Remus' head fell back as he was pulled against Severus' body, his hands instinctively coming up to rest on Severus' chest. The evidence of Severus' desire was unmistakable, pressing as it did against his own. He trembled, his desire rising to an almost unbearable degree, and licked his lips as he stared up at Severus with wide, hungry eyes. "Then touch me, Professor. I... I don't have much experience, but I'll try to please you."
"Good." Severus bent to nip Remus' earlobe, catching it between his teeth and tugging lightly at first and then harder, knowing Remus liked it, and he slipped his hands beneath Remus' shirt to caress the warm, bare skin he found. "Put yourself in my hands, and you will please me very well."
A breathless gasp was the only response Remus could manage as he felt Severus' teeth on his tender flesh, his eyes practically rolling back in his head at the incredible sensation. His skin quivered in reaction to the touch of Severus' hands, and his fingers dug into Severus' robes as he held on tight to keep from falling, his knees suddenly too weak to support his weight. "Yours, all yours, sir..." he moaned. "I'm in your hands completely."
Severus nuzzled along Remus' jaw and neck and bit down, worrying the flesh until he was certain he'd left a mark, and he wound his arms around Remus' holding him securely. "Yes, you are mine, and I intend to show you how much you belong to me," he said, purring in Remus' ear again.
The feeling of Severus' teeth on his throat called to the wolf, a growl of pure lust sounding low in Remus' chest. He moved his hands up to encircle Severus' neck, pressing his body against Severus' and wriggling, trying to increase the friction for both of them. "Yours... anything... anything you want," he murmured, almost incoherent with need. His body was flushed, his skin becoming damp from the heat that seemed to burn all through him, flames fanned by the sound of Severus' deep, sexy voice.
"Go over to my desk," Severus instructed, a note of command in his voice, and he released Remus and stepped back, pointing to his desk. "Stand in front of it, facing the wall. You must receive your punishment for being so sloppy and careless in my class before I will give you a reward."
Remus groaned in frustration at the loss of contact, but punishment sounded promising. He knew that anything Severus did would feel good, and he licked his lips in anticipation. "Yes, sir," he replied breathlessly, walking over to Severus' desk slowly, the sway of his hips a sensual provocation. He stopped when he reached it, laying his hands on the surface and turning his head to glance at Severus over his shoulder. "I'm sorry I was bad, sir. But I'll take my punishment for failing you."
"Indeed you will," Severus said, his voice full of dark promise. He made a show of letting his robes billow as he circled around his desk and opened one of the drawers, pulling out the paddle, one side of which was fleece-lined. He held it up so Remus could see it and twirled it. "I intend to punish you quite thoroughly."
He placed the paddle on the desk in front of Remus and circled back around to stand directly behind Remus, sliding his arms around Remus' waist. "First, we must prepare you," he said as he began unfastening Remus' jeans, caressing Remus slowly to tease him as he eased the jeans down Remus' hips.
The sight of the paddle made the slow burn of Remus' desire blaze into a conflagration, and he moaned again, flexing his hands on the desktop and wriggling his hips. He pushed back against Severus as Severus began to unfasten his jeans. "Oh, God!" he couldn't hold back the gasp as Severus' hands tormented him, stroking enough to tease but not nearly enough to relieve the coiling tension with in him. "Please... oh, please sir..."
Smirking, Severus took his time in pushing Remus' jeans down to his knees, and he slid his hands along Remus' thighs as he moved back up to slid Remus' underpants down as well. Picking up the paddle, he swept Remus' robes aside and caressed his bare arse with the fleece side of the paddle. "Tell me how much you want this," he commanded, continuing to torment and tease with the fleece.
"More than I want to breathe... more than anything!" Remus' voice was strangled, the sensation of Severus' hands and the soft fleece almost unbearable. His skin felt impossibly sensitive, every touch amplified until he thought he could feel the individual curls of fleece as it moved over his skin. "Please... I'm begging you, sir, do it. I want it now!"
Flipping the paddle to the other, non-fleece side, Severus drew back his arm and landed the first swat on Remus' arse, a quick, stinging blow that brought a satisfied blush of pink to Remus' pale skin. His own breathing grew more rapid as he paddled Remus, raining a series of swats, alternating sides; the blows weren't hard, but they were thorough, and Severus made certain Remus wouldn't be able to sit down comfortably for the next day or so.
An incoherent groan was torn from Remus' throat as Severus began to paddle him, and his breath came in a series of short, ragged pants as the paddle made his arse feel as though it were on fire. It was a good sensation, though, a pleasurable pain that heightened his desire and left him trembling and damp. "Yes, oh, yes..." he hissed between his teeth as he struggled to hold himself upright, on the verge of spontaneously combusting.
Satisfied with his work, Severus put the paddle aside and stepped back. "That was your punishment," he said, drawing his wand and trailing it lightly up and down Remus' back and tapping him lightly on the arse to enhance the pleasure-pain. "Now it is time for your reward. Do you want to know what it is?"
"What?" The strangled sound barely made it past Remus' lips; he was in danger of melting right there beneath Severus' hands. He lifted his head, looking at Severus over his shoulder. "What is it, sir? Give it to me... please!"
"Oh, I will," Severus purred as he pressed against Remus and bent to bite his ear again. "I'm going to take you, right here bent over my desk. Is that sufficient incentive to perform better, Mr. Lupin?"
"Yes! I'll be the best... best pupil... just do it! Do it!" Remus was incoherent, needing Severus with a desperation that was almost beyond bearing. "Please..." He wasn't even aware of what he was saying anymore, as he wriggled back against Severus, the tender skin of his arse aching and burning and adding to his desire.
Remus' desperation fueled Severus' own desire, and he worked swiftly to unfasten his trousers, pushing down his own trousers and underpants, and then he tapped Remus' hips, hoping the charms worked properly. It seemed they did, so he didn't bother to fetch a jar of salve; instead, he swept Remus' robes aside again and grasped Remus' hips, his fingers digging in as he let his self-control slip and claimed Remus with one deep thrust, groaning loudly as he was sheathed in the exquisite heat of Remus' welcoming body.
Remus' voice echoed Severus' as he felt himself taken and filled by Severus' familiar hard heat. It was perfect, pleasure and pain and heat and desire all combining to drive him wild. The wolf was there, rising up to join in the fierce pleasure of their lovemaking, and Remus growled as he pushed back against Severus, seeking more and deeper, wanting nothing more than to be filled with Severus until he screamed.
Clenching his fingers on Remus' hips, Severus let go and gave what Remus wanted - what they both wanted - and claimed Remus with rough, pounding thrusts; he reached around Remus' body to curl his fingers around Remus' hard length, stroking with a swift, desperate rhythm as he gave himself over to the pleasure of their joining.
"Yes!" Remus was lost in a haze of bliss, filled with Severus, surrounded by him, the scent of their desire like a dizzying perfume in the air. Severus' hand stroking him was just the icing on the cake, the thing which drove him absolutely over the edge. He cried out Severus' name as he was overwhelmed completely, the ecstasy bursting over him in heated waves.
The feel of Remus shattering beneath him made Severus' own tenuous shreds of control slip away, and he cried out sharply as his own exquisite release hit, sending him soaring over the edge of ecstasy. Panting, he slumped against Remus, spent and sated and purring with pleasure. "Full marks," he murmured, his tone turning playful as he relinquished his role of stern teacher.
Remus grinned at Severus' words, breathing hard for a few moments before he could manage to speak. "I always was a good student," he replied, reaching one arm behind him so he could touch Severus' face, stroking his cheek gently in appreciation. "Of course, you are a most inspiring teacher, my love."
Severus nuzzled Remus' hand affectionately and wound both arms around Remus' waist, holding him close. "So it seems," he said, a trace of amusement in his voice. "You approve of our new playroom, then? There is still room to add more scenery if we wish."
"Wholeheartedly," Remus replied, lifting his head to look around a bit more now that he wasn't completely focused on their game. "Mmmm... yes, I can see that we might need another set or two for various activities. You're utterly brilliant, you know that? I'm so lucky to have a partner who is sexy and smart and incredibly inventive."
Preening a little, Severus didn't bother to hide his smug satisfaction over having pleased Remus with the new playroom. "I do have you as inspiration," he said. "I thought you might enjoy having a permanent place for playing some of our favorite games. We have more than enough space to set aside one room for our personal indulgence, after all."
"Indeed we do." Remus pushed back slightly, just so that he could turn around, bracing his hips against the desk and wrapping his arms around Severus. He placed little nipping kisses along Severus' jaw, making his way toward Severus' lips. Once there, he kissed Severus slowly and lingeringly, enjoying Severus' heady taste. "I plan to indulge you shamelessly and often, so be warned."
"I will find a way to endure," Severus replied dryly, smoothing his hands up and down Remus' back slowly. "In the meantime, shall we retire to the bedroom to discuss our future plans for our playroom in comfort?" They would likely end up falling asleep, and that was fine with Severus; curled up in Remus' arms for an afternoon nap seemed like an appealing idea at the moment.
"Mmmm... did I mention you were brilliant?" Remus asked, his eyes crinkled in amusement. He drew his own wand, casting a cleaning charm on them, which worked, and attempting to reassemble their clothes... which did not. He sighed, pushing Severus back just enough so that he could reach down and pull Severus' underpants and trousers back up, fastening them before attending to his own. He slipped off the robes, draping them over Severus' desk, but he smirked as he fingered the tie. "I think I'll keep this for the moment. Who knows what a discussion of our playroom might lead to?"
Severus mirrored Remus's smirk as he ran the tie through his fingers suggestively. "What indeed?" He clasped Remus' hand and twined their fingers, leading him to the door. "Come along, then, Mr. Lupin. Perhaps your professor will come up with a new lesson for you."
Remus followed along more than willingly; anything Severus wanted to teach him, he would always be more than willing to learn.