Fic: Moon to Moon (14/30)
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salixbabylonTitle: Moon to Moon
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salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 815 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!
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Moon To Moon
August 27th, 1996: Day 14
I could get used to this mid-day sex arrangement. I'm more used to sex being an evening activity, but we're all stuck here in this miserable house with nothing to do, and sex is a better way to fill the hours than almost anything else.
Aside from tutoring Harry and reading alone in the library and helping Molly with the doxies and reminiscing about the Good Old Days with Sirius and a bottle of Ogden's, of course.
No - sex wins, hands down.
Earlier this afternoon, Severus came to my room. Seeing that as a Very Good Sign, I invited him in and he made himself comfortable on my desk chair. I have no idea what we talked about as it was awkward and inconsequential. I approached him; he stood up (he does hate for anyone to loom over him); and I pounced.
There was no resistance and in moments we were on the bed, kissing with eagerness as our clothing was ripped off hastily. At first it seemed like Severus would top, and I did love the way his body felt pressing against mine. But it is too close to the moon, I think, and when I rolled us over he went down willingly.
So willingly I could come just thinking about it, now.
Severus is an enthusiastic bottom (although I think that, like me, he probably has no preference, as he seemed equally willing to top before I asserted my more primal urges). I wish I had explored his body with the reverence it deserves, but my lust was urgent and it seemed that he was willing to go along with it. (Haven't I read somewhere that the first time you fuck it's for speed and the second for pleasure? Something like that...)
At any rate, he was everything I ever fantasized he would be – long and lean and pale. But strong, and I suspect we could grapple for dominance some time when the wolf in me does not so clearly need to win. And Severus was no suffering maiden, either; he wanted to get fucked and he wanted it now. He wandlessly locked and silenced the room before I'd even got his trousers off.
Next time, I promise myself, there will be more kissing and exploration. This time there was biting and sucking, hands stroking each other's pricks (but not too much), and the deep urgency to be inside and filled, respectively. I moved off of him with the intention of sucking his cock, but he'd rolled over and presented his arse before I had a chance to even get down there.
Next time, too, I'll taste him as I want. He stopped me before I could get my tongue in the right spot, demanding "Fuck me, Lupin. Don't bother with any of that right now."
I dared not disobey a cranky potions master who needs to be shagged, so I Summoned the lube (the bottle got a sniff of disdain from him but no objections) and slicked us both up as quickly as I could.
Bloody hell he was tight. But not in such a way that demanded that I slow down and give him time to open up – more in the way of wanting it so badly that it's difficult to relax. I confess that I didn't slow down, following the cues of both his words and body, and was soon sliding into the tightest arse I've had the joy of fucking in decades.
Again, as always, I wish it could have lasted longer. I did at least manage to bring Severus off before I came, and seemed to have found the perfect angle right from the start if his moans were any indication. His cock practically leapt into my hand and was spurting before I'd given it even a half-dozen strokes. His eagerness was simply phenomenal.
I hadn't had a proper fuck in ages myself, so I didn't last much longer than he did. I almost blacked out there for a moment, and I think my vision did go grey and swimmy. I also bit him, rather hard, and left a deep purple mark on his neck. Probably growled, too, but what else can you expect when you get fucked by a werewolf two days before the full moon?
We lay in a sticky, sweaty tangle for a bit – it was so nice that he didn't simply clean up and run off again. We didn't talk, but I think we are perhaps coming to an understanding that we could be mutually beneficial to each other, if nothing else. I would like more, but at the moment I'll happily settle for just a fuck. If it grows into something else over time, then so be it.
He did charm away the massive love bite on his neck, which bothered me. Ah well – I'll just have to re-create it next time!
Day 15
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Author:
salixbabylonFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 815 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!
Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.
Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!Previous Entries
August 27th, 1996: Day 14
I could get used to this mid-day sex arrangement. I'm more used to sex being an evening activity, but we're all stuck here in this miserable house with nothing to do, and sex is a better way to fill the hours than almost anything else.
Aside from tutoring Harry and reading alone in the library and helping Molly with the doxies and reminiscing about the Good Old Days with Sirius and a bottle of Ogden's, of course.
No - sex wins, hands down.
Earlier this afternoon, Severus came to my room. Seeing that as a Very Good Sign, I invited him in and he made himself comfortable on my desk chair. I have no idea what we talked about as it was awkward and inconsequential. I approached him; he stood up (he does hate for anyone to loom over him); and I pounced.
There was no resistance and in moments we were on the bed, kissing with eagerness as our clothing was ripped off hastily. At first it seemed like Severus would top, and I did love the way his body felt pressing against mine. But it is too close to the moon, I think, and when I rolled us over he went down willingly.
So willingly I could come just thinking about it, now.
Severus is an enthusiastic bottom (although I think that, like me, he probably has no preference, as he seemed equally willing to top before I asserted my more primal urges). I wish I had explored his body with the reverence it deserves, but my lust was urgent and it seemed that he was willing to go along with it. (Haven't I read somewhere that the first time you fuck it's for speed and the second for pleasure? Something like that...)
At any rate, he was everything I ever fantasized he would be – long and lean and pale. But strong, and I suspect we could grapple for dominance some time when the wolf in me does not so clearly need to win. And Severus was no suffering maiden, either; he wanted to get fucked and he wanted it now. He wandlessly locked and silenced the room before I'd even got his trousers off.
Next time, I promise myself, there will be more kissing and exploration. This time there was biting and sucking, hands stroking each other's pricks (but not too much), and the deep urgency to be inside and filled, respectively. I moved off of him with the intention of sucking his cock, but he'd rolled over and presented his arse before I had a chance to even get down there.
Next time, too, I'll taste him as I want. He stopped me before I could get my tongue in the right spot, demanding "Fuck me, Lupin. Don't bother with any of that right now."
I dared not disobey a cranky potions master who needs to be shagged, so I Summoned the lube (the bottle got a sniff of disdain from him but no objections) and slicked us both up as quickly as I could.
Bloody hell he was tight. But not in such a way that demanded that I slow down and give him time to open up – more in the way of wanting it so badly that it's difficult to relax. I confess that I didn't slow down, following the cues of both his words and body, and was soon sliding into the tightest arse I've had the joy of fucking in decades.
Again, as always, I wish it could have lasted longer. I did at least manage to bring Severus off before I came, and seemed to have found the perfect angle right from the start if his moans were any indication. His cock practically leapt into my hand and was spurting before I'd given it even a half-dozen strokes. His eagerness was simply phenomenal.
I hadn't had a proper fuck in ages myself, so I didn't last much longer than he did. I almost blacked out there for a moment, and I think my vision did go grey and swimmy. I also bit him, rather hard, and left a deep purple mark on his neck. Probably growled, too, but what else can you expect when you get fucked by a werewolf two days before the full moon?
We lay in a sticky, sweaty tangle for a bit – it was so nice that he didn't simply clean up and run off again. We didn't talk, but I think we are perhaps coming to an understanding that we could be mutually beneficial to each other, if nothing else. I would like more, but at the moment I'll happily settle for just a fuck. If it grows into something else over time, then so be it.
He did charm away the massive love bite on his neck, which bothered me. Ah well – I'll just have to re-create it next time!
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Date: 2007-05-15 03:04 am (UTC)Cravings. Yup, that's what that is...
Severus.... An even better craving. ;)
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Date: 2007-06-08 01:26 pm (UTC)Can we have it slow next time though, Remus?
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Date: 2007-06-08 04:22 pm (UTC)I need to find some nice R/S icons...