FIC: Game of Letters 5
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Title: Game of Letters 5
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 Dark Dancing Queen,
Oh, Pads. My beautiful Padfoot. Can I call another man—my lover—beautiful? Is that allowed now? Sure, I could call you handsome or roguish or whatever, but those don’t really speak of your soul. To me, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing.
My leg is drenched in piss that isn’t mine. My skin crawls with more scars than I had last time you saw me naked. My neck hurts from keeping it bent submissively each time I pass another new wolf. Yet my cock twitches eagerly every time I read your letters. Parts break my heart, and other parts make me smile. But the mere thought of you at all has me hard.
And, for once, I’m not going to do anything about it. These werewolves don’t get to watch me wank. They don’t get to have me curl up in the group mound of fur and warmth and feel me leaking with need. I’m going to control myself. I’m going to wait.
Because I’ve got good news: I’m coming home. Don’t know when yet, but Dumbledore is arranging my safe passage out. So save a dance for me.
Your Moony Forever
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 Dark Dancing Queen,
Oh, Pads. My beautiful Padfoot. Can I call another man—my lover—beautiful? Is that allowed now? Sure, I could call you handsome or roguish or whatever, but those don’t really speak of your soul. To me, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing.
My leg is drenched in piss that isn’t mine. My skin crawls with more scars than I had last time you saw me naked. My neck hurts from keeping it bent submissively each time I pass another new wolf. Yet my cock twitches eagerly every time I read your letters. Parts break my heart, and other parts make me smile. But the mere thought of you at all has me hard.
And, for once, I’m not going to do anything about it. These werewolves don’t get to watch me wank. They don’t get to have me curl up in the group mound of fur and warmth and feel me leaking with need. I’m going to control myself. I’m going to wait.
Because I’ve got good news: I’m coming home. Don’t know when yet, but Dumbledore is arranging my safe passage out. So save a dance for me.
Your Moony Forever
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Date: 2014-05-12 11:48 pm (UTC)