FIC: Game of Letters 2
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Title: Game of Letters 2
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
My Mssr Moony,
I received your letter and am forced to write back for many reasons, not the least of which is to inform you that a man doesn’t forget the best blowjob of his life ever. I also wanted to make sure you knew the reason I called it short has absolutely nothing to do with your manhood (or my own, for that matter) and everything to do with your technique. No man with a decent sex drive would have lasted more than a couple minutes, not with your tongue doing what your tongue did.
I can practically feel it now on my dick. You think you miss me? I guarantee I miss you more, and not just your talented tongue. Or your lips. Or your body pressed curled up against mine. I come awake sometimes at night expecting to find you in my bed. On the nights when I make it to bed, that is.
You’d think our Mssr Prongs would quit dragging me out at all hours now that he’s hitched, but he says dancing at Club Danesque is the only thing that makes him forget the things we’ve been asked to do.
Your Sober Mssr Padfoot
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200
My Mssr Moony,
I received your letter and am forced to write back for many reasons, not the least of which is to inform you that a man doesn’t forget the best blowjob of his life ever. I also wanted to make sure you knew the reason I called it short has absolutely nothing to do with your manhood (or my own, for that matter) and everything to do with your technique. No man with a decent sex drive would have lasted more than a couple minutes, not with your tongue doing what your tongue did.
I can practically feel it now on my dick. You think you miss me? I guarantee I miss you more, and not just your talented tongue. Or your lips. Or your body pressed curled up against mine. I come awake sometimes at night expecting to find you in my bed. On the nights when I make it to bed, that is.
You’d think our Mssr Prongs would quit dragging me out at all hours now that he’s hitched, but he says dancing at Club Danesque is the only thing that makes him forget the things we’ve been asked to do.
Your Sober Mssr Padfoot