LMOM: Collared- Part 22
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 22
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: wanking
Pairing: Remus/Snape?
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,280
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Snape woke rather later than intended the next morning. He couldn’t remember having slept so soundly for so long. And he couldn’t remember being happier and securer than he was when he woke, wrapped in Remus’ warm arms.
The closeness came with an added surprise: Remus’ morning hard-on. Snape felt it pressing hard against his arse. He instantly thought of his wank the night before and felt his own cock stirring. Lily wasn’t here. Lily would never be here. But Remus was here. And Remus was so hard, so ready. “Morning,” Snape whispered. He looked over his shoulder and saw Remus was awake already and, apparently, not willing to move until Snape told him to.
Snape hesitated, considering carefully. The tingles rushing through him were hard to ignore, especially as he wasn’t used to them. But he knew what he had to say. “You’d better go take a shower.”
Remus pulled his arm back and nodded obediently. Sirius relaxed in bed, wondering if he should address the urges lingering in his groin. It was rare for Snape to come at night and then still be interested in it in the morning; he wasn’t a randy little boy any more. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he’d known Remus back when the two of them were boys. Or perhaps it was just because it was Remus.
“Oh Merlin…” Snape rolled over to be sure Remus had gone and found that Remus had left the door to the bathroom wide open. Moreover, he had only pulled the shower curtain halfway around the tub. Snape could see Remus at an angle. There was Remus’ side, Remus’ legs, Remus’ arse. He couldn’t quite see Remus’ front or his face, though, even as Remus leaned back slightly. The shower ran, striking Remus’ front, out of Snape’s view. Snape imagined the look of him soaking wet. Would it show off his scars more, or hide them? Would it make his hair darker or make it fall differently? Would it… “Oh Merlin!” Snape gasped as Remus turned in place so the rest of his body could get wet. His arms were up over his head, one hand wrapped around his other wrist. He seemed taller somehow like this. And he glistened, or maybe that was just the warm orange sunlight reflecting off the droplets. But what Snape was absolutely certain about was the sizeable member Remus sported. It hadn’t felt so substantial a few minutes before, but now it was quite a presence.
Snape couldn’t help it. His hand dove under his nightshirt and into his pants. He stared unblinkingly at Remus, knowing he would be seen if Remus opened his eyes, but not caring one bit just now. All he cared about was the man in the next room who looked incredibly good and who would do absolutely anything for him. Snape could make Remus do the kinkiest, most outrageous things and Remus wouldn’t refuse. More importantly, Remus wouldn’t be able to tell anyone. He could live out his deepest, darkest fantasies with a willing partner and completely free of consequences. Who would refuse that? Who could?
Remus turned again on the spot, showing Snape his arse again. And then Remus lowered his arms and reached for the soap. The man ran it over his body quickly, generating suds and covering his whole body with a thin film. Snape watched him soap up, finding the movements almost graceful. It was an intimate moment, a private routine, something so simple but beautiful.
It made Snape hard as he’d never thought he could be. That is, until Remus took himself in hand and began to pull. Snape felt a rush go through him. He felt tingly and shaky, warm and jittery. The urges took over. Soon he was stroking himself in time with Remus’s strokes. He couldn’t see the other man’s hand, but he saw the movements of the body and the jerking of his arm. He recognized the motions anywhere, even from behind, and he sped up the movements when Remus did the same. It was almost as if they were one, melded together, synchronized, linked. Snape did exactly as Remus did, matching him stroke for stroke.
And then Remus took his other hand and slid one finger up his own arse. Snape didn’t even think about, didn’t even pause. He stuck a finger in his mouth to wet it, then he inserted it in himself. It hurt for a moment, and then it just felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what men saw in this. Just as he was sliding his finger back out again, he felt it. There was something in the angle or depth or, well, it didn’t matter what it was; the point was that it was fucking amazing. “Ohhh…” he began again and, this time, he didn’t finish with ‘Merlin.’ “Remus,” he whispered. “Yes, Remus. Yes…”
Remus kept going, increasing the pace, going so fast Snape thought he might lose it before Remus did. It was a battle with himself to see how long he could last when faced with this scene, and he felt as though he were losing terribly. Remus looked so good, so hot. He could see what Remus’ previous owners must have seen in him now. And he wondered how any of them could have let him go. If Remus were his…
But Remus was his. “Remus,” Snape whispered again. He watched as the man’s body moved in precisely the same way his own body was moving. He watched as Remus pleasured himself the same way Snape was pleasuring himself. He watched the man standing in his shower, wearing his collar, wanking for him.
And he came—they both came. Things exploded inside Snape, firing from everywhere, overpowering him with wave after wave of pleasure. Snape turned his face into the pillow to muffle the sound, hoping the water in the shower drowned out any remaining noise Remus might have heard, wondering why he hadn’t have the peace of mind to cast a silencing charm.
Lying in bed afterward, feeling his body hum with contentedness, he wasn’t in a hurry to break out of the euphoria that came with such a spectacular orgasm. But he knew he had to clean himself up before Remus returned and saw him. He didn’t want to send Remus mixed messages; the last thing Remus needed was to find Snape desiring him. Even if Snape did. Even if Remus wanted him to.
Remus finished up in the shower and returned, wearing robes Snape had lent him instead of the one the Ministry had dressed him in. He looked like he would have been more comfortable wearing nothing, but Snape wanted him dressed and Remus obeyed. This time, too, Remus’ nostrils flared as he approached Snape. He sniffed the air and Snape had a feeling Remus knew, even though he had used a whole handful of cleaning spells and pulled the covers up all the way. Possibly, a werewolf’s heightened sense of smell could detect something lingering, or something radiating from Snape. Snape wondered if Remus’ heightened hearing might have tipped him off even before that, though. Something warm fluttered in him at the thought of Remus tossing in the shower, listening to Snape’s muffled moans of his name.
But Remus could not say anything about it, so Snape said nothing. He pushed off the covers and made to take his own morning shower. “After breakfast, I’ll have something I need you to do for me, Lupin.” Snape watched the way the man’s eyes lit up at those words and felt a bit guiltier than expected.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: wanking
Pairing: Remus/Snape?
Disclaimer: This story is NOT of JKR’s making. I make no money from this at all. I also do not condone the keeping of werewolves as unwilling sex slave love pets.
Summary: Unable to make ends meet after the war, Remus submits himself to the Ministry’s program for werewolves.
Word Count: 1,280
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Snape woke rather later than intended the next morning. He couldn’t remember having slept so soundly for so long. And he couldn’t remember being happier and securer than he was when he woke, wrapped in Remus’ warm arms.
The closeness came with an added surprise: Remus’ morning hard-on. Snape felt it pressing hard against his arse. He instantly thought of his wank the night before and felt his own cock stirring. Lily wasn’t here. Lily would never be here. But Remus was here. And Remus was so hard, so ready. “Morning,” Snape whispered. He looked over his shoulder and saw Remus was awake already and, apparently, not willing to move until Snape told him to.
Snape hesitated, considering carefully. The tingles rushing through him were hard to ignore, especially as he wasn’t used to them. But he knew what he had to say. “You’d better go take a shower.”
Remus pulled his arm back and nodded obediently. Sirius relaxed in bed, wondering if he should address the urges lingering in his groin. It was rare for Snape to come at night and then still be interested in it in the morning; he wasn’t a randy little boy any more. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he’d known Remus back when the two of them were boys. Or perhaps it was just because it was Remus.
“Oh Merlin…” Snape rolled over to be sure Remus had gone and found that Remus had left the door to the bathroom wide open. Moreover, he had only pulled the shower curtain halfway around the tub. Snape could see Remus at an angle. There was Remus’ side, Remus’ legs, Remus’ arse. He couldn’t quite see Remus’ front or his face, though, even as Remus leaned back slightly. The shower ran, striking Remus’ front, out of Snape’s view. Snape imagined the look of him soaking wet. Would it show off his scars more, or hide them? Would it make his hair darker or make it fall differently? Would it… “Oh Merlin!” Snape gasped as Remus turned in place so the rest of his body could get wet. His arms were up over his head, one hand wrapped around his other wrist. He seemed taller somehow like this. And he glistened, or maybe that was just the warm orange sunlight reflecting off the droplets. But what Snape was absolutely certain about was the sizeable member Remus sported. It hadn’t felt so substantial a few minutes before, but now it was quite a presence.
Snape couldn’t help it. His hand dove under his nightshirt and into his pants. He stared unblinkingly at Remus, knowing he would be seen if Remus opened his eyes, but not caring one bit just now. All he cared about was the man in the next room who looked incredibly good and who would do absolutely anything for him. Snape could make Remus do the kinkiest, most outrageous things and Remus wouldn’t refuse. More importantly, Remus wouldn’t be able to tell anyone. He could live out his deepest, darkest fantasies with a willing partner and completely free of consequences. Who would refuse that? Who could?
Remus turned again on the spot, showing Snape his arse again. And then Remus lowered his arms and reached for the soap. The man ran it over his body quickly, generating suds and covering his whole body with a thin film. Snape watched him soap up, finding the movements almost graceful. It was an intimate moment, a private routine, something so simple but beautiful.
It made Snape hard as he’d never thought he could be. That is, until Remus took himself in hand and began to pull. Snape felt a rush go through him. He felt tingly and shaky, warm and jittery. The urges took over. Soon he was stroking himself in time with Remus’s strokes. He couldn’t see the other man’s hand, but he saw the movements of the body and the jerking of his arm. He recognized the motions anywhere, even from behind, and he sped up the movements when Remus did the same. It was almost as if they were one, melded together, synchronized, linked. Snape did exactly as Remus did, matching him stroke for stroke.
And then Remus took his other hand and slid one finger up his own arse. Snape didn’t even think about, didn’t even pause. He stuck a finger in his mouth to wet it, then he inserted it in himself. It hurt for a moment, and then it just felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what men saw in this. Just as he was sliding his finger back out again, he felt it. There was something in the angle or depth or, well, it didn’t matter what it was; the point was that it was fucking amazing. “Ohhh…” he began again and, this time, he didn’t finish with ‘Merlin.’ “Remus,” he whispered. “Yes, Remus. Yes…”
Remus kept going, increasing the pace, going so fast Snape thought he might lose it before Remus did. It was a battle with himself to see how long he could last when faced with this scene, and he felt as though he were losing terribly. Remus looked so good, so hot. He could see what Remus’ previous owners must have seen in him now. And he wondered how any of them could have let him go. If Remus were his…
But Remus was his. “Remus,” Snape whispered again. He watched as the man’s body moved in precisely the same way his own body was moving. He watched as Remus pleasured himself the same way Snape was pleasuring himself. He watched the man standing in his shower, wearing his collar, wanking for him.
And he came—they both came. Things exploded inside Snape, firing from everywhere, overpowering him with wave after wave of pleasure. Snape turned his face into the pillow to muffle the sound, hoping the water in the shower drowned out any remaining noise Remus might have heard, wondering why he hadn’t have the peace of mind to cast a silencing charm.
Lying in bed afterward, feeling his body hum with contentedness, he wasn’t in a hurry to break out of the euphoria that came with such a spectacular orgasm. But he knew he had to clean himself up before Remus returned and saw him. He didn’t want to send Remus mixed messages; the last thing Remus needed was to find Snape desiring him. Even if Snape did. Even if Remus wanted him to.
Remus finished up in the shower and returned, wearing robes Snape had lent him instead of the one the Ministry had dressed him in. He looked like he would have been more comfortable wearing nothing, but Snape wanted him dressed and Remus obeyed. This time, too, Remus’ nostrils flared as he approached Snape. He sniffed the air and Snape had a feeling Remus knew, even though he had used a whole handful of cleaning spells and pulled the covers up all the way. Possibly, a werewolf’s heightened sense of smell could detect something lingering, or something radiating from Snape. Snape wondered if Remus’ heightened hearing might have tipped him off even before that, though. Something warm fluttered in him at the thought of Remus tossing in the shower, listening to Snape’s muffled moans of his name.
But Remus could not say anything about it, so Snape said nothing. He pushed off the covers and made to take his own morning shower. “After breakfast, I’ll have something I need you to do for me, Lupin.” Snape watched the way the man’s eyes lit up at those words and felt a bit guiltier than expected.