LMOM: Collared- Part 24
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 24
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: oral sex
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: 723
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
It was almost as if Remus had been waiting all these days to get his mouth around Snape’s cock. Snape lay naked beneath his work table, legs stretched out and spread. Remus’ fingers worked his balls delicately, circling, squeezing, caressing, holding. Snape thought he might explode just from that sensation alone. Remus’ tongue stroked the length of Snape’s cock and Remus kissed the tip after every long, powerful stroke. And then came the man’s mouth—deep and warm and wet. Snape thrust in and up before he could stop himself. “Sorry,” he whispered, pulling back. His cheeks flushed and he tried to pull away before Remus could notice.
Remus placed his arms on either side of Snape and looked up. His amber eyes were soft, understanding. He smiled with kindness. He motioned to his collar, then to Snape, then laid his hand upon his heart. Snape got the meaning, loud and clear. Remus would keep his confidence. Remus would take care of him. Remus didn’t mind that Snape had never been on the receiving end of a blow job before and had no idea how to handle himself during one.
Reaching his hand out to pet Snape, Remus soothed him. It was that gentle touch that told Snape to relax… and essentially helped Snape relax. He didn’t have to try, he didn’t have to work. He didn’t have to pretend or put up barriers. All he had to do was lie there and let his werewolf, his man, his sub make him happy. They would handle whatever came next, even if it meant trying to explain to Remus this hadn’t been a good idea. Snape would sit Remus down, maybe with tea, and explain that this could never happen again. This wasn’t why Snape went to the Market and got werewolves. This wasn’t—
“Ngguhh!” Snape gave a strangled, caught-off-guard cry as Remus suddenly twirled his twisting tongue around the head of Snape’s cock. Snape shuddered excitedly and closed his eyes. He expected to see images of Lily dance before his eyes. He always saw Lily when he masturbated.
But this wasn’t some fantasy-filled wank. This was real. This was happening. This was fucking good.
The sensations rushing through him were magical—Remus own sort of magic that couldn’t be blocked out by some stupid top on a power trip or some stupid Ministry-made collar. Remus was a pro but, more importantly, he seemed to care. He sucked with enthusiasm. He touched with care. He smiled with kindness. Snape opened his eyes and looked down at Remus servicing him so eagerly. This was his chance to do everything he’d always wanted to do. It was his chance to fulfill his deepest, dirtiest fantasies—the things he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine for imaginary Lily. It was his chance to—
“Ahhhhh… oh-oh!” The need was spectacular. It was as if he could feel the orgasm within himself building, stabilizing, and then building some more to incredible, impossible heights. He lost control of his body and then his mind. He lay on the floor beneath the work table, doing nothing at all but feeling every brilliant feeling there was to feel.
“I… Remus… nghh… I’m going to… going to-ah… AH!” Snape grabbed hold of the table leg to steady himself, certain that the overwhelming pleasure would cause him to break apart or go flying up to the ceiling. It wasn’t possible for his body to contain such pleasure.
The orgasm made him buck, made him moan, made him scream in ecstasy. And when he was done, there wasn’t even anything to clean up. Remus swallowed, licked him several more times, and then ran a sleeve against the sensitive skin to dry it. He smiled at Snape again, that same, kind smile as before.
And, despite himself, Snape smiled back. “I bought something a while ago I’d like to try.” Snape struggled to make his body obey again. He sat up, still clinging to the table leg, and almost banged his head on the table. “Oh,” he added. “And don’t go anywhere, all right? Not even to the loo.”
Smiling, Remus lay down and put his head in Snape’s lap. He rubbed his cheek against Snape’s pale thigh and curled up. Snape found himself stroking Remus’ head affectionately, appreciatively. Oh yes, he was in trouble now.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: oral sex
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: 723
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
It was almost as if Remus had been waiting all these days to get his mouth around Snape’s cock. Snape lay naked beneath his work table, legs stretched out and spread. Remus’ fingers worked his balls delicately, circling, squeezing, caressing, holding. Snape thought he might explode just from that sensation alone. Remus’ tongue stroked the length of Snape’s cock and Remus kissed the tip after every long, powerful stroke. And then came the man’s mouth—deep and warm and wet. Snape thrust in and up before he could stop himself. “Sorry,” he whispered, pulling back. His cheeks flushed and he tried to pull away before Remus could notice.
Remus placed his arms on either side of Snape and looked up. His amber eyes were soft, understanding. He smiled with kindness. He motioned to his collar, then to Snape, then laid his hand upon his heart. Snape got the meaning, loud and clear. Remus would keep his confidence. Remus would take care of him. Remus didn’t mind that Snape had never been on the receiving end of a blow job before and had no idea how to handle himself during one.
Reaching his hand out to pet Snape, Remus soothed him. It was that gentle touch that told Snape to relax… and essentially helped Snape relax. He didn’t have to try, he didn’t have to work. He didn’t have to pretend or put up barriers. All he had to do was lie there and let his werewolf, his man, his sub make him happy. They would handle whatever came next, even if it meant trying to explain to Remus this hadn’t been a good idea. Snape would sit Remus down, maybe with tea, and explain that this could never happen again. This wasn’t why Snape went to the Market and got werewolves. This wasn’t—
“Ngguhh!” Snape gave a strangled, caught-off-guard cry as Remus suddenly twirled his twisting tongue around the head of Snape’s cock. Snape shuddered excitedly and closed his eyes. He expected to see images of Lily dance before his eyes. He always saw Lily when he masturbated.
But this wasn’t some fantasy-filled wank. This was real. This was happening. This was fucking good.
The sensations rushing through him were magical—Remus own sort of magic that couldn’t be blocked out by some stupid top on a power trip or some stupid Ministry-made collar. Remus was a pro but, more importantly, he seemed to care. He sucked with enthusiasm. He touched with care. He smiled with kindness. Snape opened his eyes and looked down at Remus servicing him so eagerly. This was his chance to do everything he’d always wanted to do. It was his chance to fulfill his deepest, dirtiest fantasies—the things he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine for imaginary Lily. It was his chance to—
“Ahhhhh… oh-oh!” The need was spectacular. It was as if he could feel the orgasm within himself building, stabilizing, and then building some more to incredible, impossible heights. He lost control of his body and then his mind. He lay on the floor beneath the work table, doing nothing at all but feeling every brilliant feeling there was to feel.
“I… Remus… nghh… I’m going to… going to-ah… AH!” Snape grabbed hold of the table leg to steady himself, certain that the overwhelming pleasure would cause him to break apart or go flying up to the ceiling. It wasn’t possible for his body to contain such pleasure.
The orgasm made him buck, made him moan, made him scream in ecstasy. And when he was done, there wasn’t even anything to clean up. Remus swallowed, licked him several more times, and then ran a sleeve against the sensitive skin to dry it. He smiled at Snape again, that same, kind smile as before.
And, despite himself, Snape smiled back. “I bought something a while ago I’d like to try.” Snape struggled to make his body obey again. He sat up, still clinging to the table leg, and almost banged his head on the table. “Oh,” he added. “And don’t go anywhere, all right? Not even to the loo.”
Smiling, Remus lay down and put his head in Snape’s lap. He rubbed his cheek against Snape’s pale thigh and curled up. Snape found himself stroking Remus’ head affectionately, appreciatively. Oh yes, he was in trouble now.