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hp_may_madnessTitle: It's Just Lust Part 16
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 690
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Challenge: Day 16 May Madness
Author's Notes: 16 Day, close to the sex in water…
The shower was already on and the water was hot. He had helped Remus out of his clothes, a fairly lofty term for the rags that they now were. Severus calculated what he would order from his favorite Wizarding shop in London that exclusively sold Muggle clothing. He attempted to keep his mind on several tasks at once since arousal was he enemy, his buttons were about to make him swear again and towel wrapped Remus was, to say the least, distracting.
They made it into the shower in a strange slow dance, Severus held Remus against his chest and let the spray cascade over them. He started with shampoo in Remus’ hair. Remus purred.
“Are you a werewolf or a cat?” Severus asked as endeavored to keep himself under control.
“Wolf.” Remus answered and with a squirm pressed back against Severus.
Severus bent his knees slightly to keep his rising prick from the crack of Remus’ arse. “Be useful and take the soap and clean up your front.”
“But I want you to clean my front.” Remus wheedled.
“Make yourself useful. I won’t be seduced by someone who can barely stand.” Severus spread his legs and bent his knees further. His hands guided the water over Remus’ hair and away from his eyes.
Remus reached for the soap. Severus’ brain screamed thank Merlin. He worked to finish Remus’ hair and he could feel Remus’ shoulders moving as he rubbed the bar of soap between his hands. What he hadn’t anticipated was Remus’ hands as they slipped between them and the werewolf lathered up his own arse.
“I decided to clean my back instead.” Remus stated innocently.
Severus didn’t move fast enough and the soapy hand enveloped his prick. “Lupin!” It was almost a whine. “Remus we can’t.”
Remus worked his hand back and forth. “I seem to be able to.”
“You are supposed to rest.” Severus said firmly as he struggled to keep the blood in his brain.
“Some parts of me don’t want to rest. Here, feel.” Remus grabbed his hand and pulled it forward.
Severus found his hand was touching a ridiculously long, impossibly think prick. He groaned.
“That’s it.” Remus encouraged.
Severus’ fingers moved of their own volition to copy Remus’ hand movements.
He could feel his breath come in shorter puffs. “Remus you need rest.” His voice sounded strangled.
“You have a bed. I can rest if we lie on it.” Remus offered.
Severus was torn. He bit his lip and attempted rational thought. Then he felt Remus sag ever so slightly. The slight sign of weakness spurred Severus into action. He quickly gave Remus an all-over scrub and rinsed them both. Carefully, he ushered Remus out of the shower and wrapped the werewolf’s wet hair in a towel and cast a quick drying charm before enrobing him in a large fluffy towel. He cast the same charm on himself and slipped into a dressing gown. His prick remained uncooperative and stuck out the front. He hung the towels up with all haste.
“Alright. Straight to bed.” Severus enfolded Remus’ should with his arm and directed him out of the room.
“You know I’m not straight, right.” Remus attempted humor. His voice was just off enough not manage it.
“Do you want a nightshirt, or pants?” Severus asked.
Remus shook his head and climbed into bed. Severus walked to the bedroom door and cast a ‘nox’ in the lounge and then turned back to the bed. Remus was lying on his side directly in the middle.
“Budge over, Remus.”
“There’s plenty of room. Just lie on your side.”
Severus looked and sighed. If he lay in the spoon position, he probably wouldn’t fall out of bed. He cast another ‘nox’ and shrugged out of his dressing gown before he slipped into bed. The blankets rustled and he no sooner settled in then Remus plaster himself against him. His prick was again on the rise and trapped against Remus’ arse. Remus wiggled and pressed backwards.
“Remus we can’t.” Severus tried not to whimper.
“Oh, we most certainly can. I’m alive and I want to feel that way Severus.”
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 690
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Challenge: Day 16 May Madness
Author's Notes: 16 Day, close to the sex in water…
The shower was already on and the water was hot. He had helped Remus out of his clothes, a fairly lofty term for the rags that they now were. Severus calculated what he would order from his favorite Wizarding shop in London that exclusively sold Muggle clothing. He attempted to keep his mind on several tasks at once since arousal was he enemy, his buttons were about to make him swear again and towel wrapped Remus was, to say the least, distracting.
They made it into the shower in a strange slow dance, Severus held Remus against his chest and let the spray cascade over them. He started with shampoo in Remus’ hair. Remus purred.
“Are you a werewolf or a cat?” Severus asked as endeavored to keep himself under control.
“Wolf.” Remus answered and with a squirm pressed back against Severus.
Severus bent his knees slightly to keep his rising prick from the crack of Remus’ arse. “Be useful and take the soap and clean up your front.”
“But I want you to clean my front.” Remus wheedled.
“Make yourself useful. I won’t be seduced by someone who can barely stand.” Severus spread his legs and bent his knees further. His hands guided the water over Remus’ hair and away from his eyes.
Remus reached for the soap. Severus’ brain screamed thank Merlin. He worked to finish Remus’ hair and he could feel Remus’ shoulders moving as he rubbed the bar of soap between his hands. What he hadn’t anticipated was Remus’ hands as they slipped between them and the werewolf lathered up his own arse.
“I decided to clean my back instead.” Remus stated innocently.
Severus didn’t move fast enough and the soapy hand enveloped his prick. “Lupin!” It was almost a whine. “Remus we can’t.”
Remus worked his hand back and forth. “I seem to be able to.”
“You are supposed to rest.” Severus said firmly as he struggled to keep the blood in his brain.
“Some parts of me don’t want to rest. Here, feel.” Remus grabbed his hand and pulled it forward.
Severus found his hand was touching a ridiculously long, impossibly think prick. He groaned.
“That’s it.” Remus encouraged.
Severus’ fingers moved of their own volition to copy Remus’ hand movements.
He could feel his breath come in shorter puffs. “Remus you need rest.” His voice sounded strangled.
“You have a bed. I can rest if we lie on it.” Remus offered.
Severus was torn. He bit his lip and attempted rational thought. Then he felt Remus sag ever so slightly. The slight sign of weakness spurred Severus into action. He quickly gave Remus an all-over scrub and rinsed them both. Carefully, he ushered Remus out of the shower and wrapped the werewolf’s wet hair in a towel and cast a quick drying charm before enrobing him in a large fluffy towel. He cast the same charm on himself and slipped into a dressing gown. His prick remained uncooperative and stuck out the front. He hung the towels up with all haste.
“Alright. Straight to bed.” Severus enfolded Remus’ should with his arm and directed him out of the room.
“You know I’m not straight, right.” Remus attempted humor. His voice was just off enough not manage it.
“Do you want a nightshirt, or pants?” Severus asked.
Remus shook his head and climbed into bed. Severus walked to the bedroom door and cast a ‘nox’ in the lounge and then turned back to the bed. Remus was lying on his side directly in the middle.
“Budge over, Remus.”
“There’s plenty of room. Just lie on your side.”
Severus looked and sighed. If he lay in the spoon position, he probably wouldn’t fall out of bed. He cast another ‘nox’ and shrugged out of his dressing gown before he slipped into bed. The blankets rustled and he no sooner settled in then Remus plaster himself against him. His prick was again on the rise and trapped against Remus’ arse. Remus wiggled and pressed backwards.
“Remus we can’t.” Severus tried not to whimper.
“Oh, we most certainly can. I’m alive and I want to feel that way Severus.”
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