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LMOM: Collared- Part 25
Title: Collared Part 25
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mixophilia (mirrors), sort of first time
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: 1,642
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
With Remus in tow, Snape headed up to his bedroom after lunch. He had, of course, intended to work on the cure for the whole day. Now it looked like he’d be lucky to keep his mind on his work for even a moment. Remus was just too obliging, too willing, too delicious.
Snape stopped outside his bedroom and turned to face Remus. “Before we go any further, I have a request.” Remus stood there patiently, waiting for it. “I would like to request you keep what happens between us confidential. I will not make you do anything you do not want to do, and I hope you will let me know about that. But what I do and with whom I choose to do it is a private matter. Do you understand?”
Remus gestured to his collar.
“Yes, I know you’re wearing my collar and can’t talk. But I’d like your word that you won’t say anything even if you could speak.” Snape didn’t intend to keep Remus collared forever, after all. If this… worked out, so to speak, there would be no need for a collar at some point in the future.
Remus pointed to his collar, then to Snape, and then put his hand on Snape’s chest. Even though the robes, Snape could feel the warmth of that touch. “Are you trying to tell me you won’t say anything because I’m your owner and you wouldn’t betray that trust?”
Remus nodded.
That wasn’t exactly what Snape wanted, but he wanted to do this so badly and that answer was good enough. “That should suffice.” He hurriedly went into the bedroom and to the wardrobe standing in the corner. After rooting through it for close to a minute, he finally pulled out a box. At the moment he opened the lid, everything in the room went wonky for a few seconds. Snape felt dizzy, unbalanced, unsettled. He grabbed for Remus, holding the werewolf steady, and ending up on the bed with him. Snape leaned forward and kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Are you all right?” Remus nodded. “Good.”
From the box, Snape took two small, square mirrors. He propped them up against the pillow and held his hand in front, to capture the image of his hand in both.
Suddenly, the image of the hand in the left mirror snapped. A few second later, Snape’s actual hand snapped, looking precisely the same, only with sound. And a few seconds after that, the right mirror image of the hand snapped. “It doesn’t see the future,” Snape explained. “But it extends a time delay around the immediate area so it appears as though this one does show events a few seconds before they happen.” With a rather sly grin, as if he had been planning this for ages, he used an engorgement charm to enlarge the mirrors until the two were big enough to show copies of full-sized beds. He mounted one on the wall and set the other on the dresser. Images of Remus and Snape appears to infinity in either direction, alternating between the future and the past.
Snape smiled at Remus’ rather stunned expression. “If you don’t want to do this…”
Remus grabbed him, kissed him, and let him fall back onto the bed. Slowly, so slowly, Remus began stripping clothes off Snape’s body. Large, black buttons began at Snape’s neck and trailed down to the bottom of his chest. And there were tiny buttons that began at the man’s thin wrists and extended along the sleeves to the elbows. Remus undid every single one with care, moving so excruciatingly slowly Snape would have been frustrated if not for Remus’ erection grinding into his thigh the whole time. Snape watched the mirrors, fixated on the slow, almost graceful dance Remus was doing as he went button by button, getting closer each time, revealing more skin each time.
Snape’s skin looked paler against so much black, and he seemed to come alive as the clothes were stripped away. Every so often, Remus kissed a bit of the sensitive skin and Snape trembled at the touch.
Off came the cloak, the jacket, the square-toed boots, the pants, the white collared shirt, the socks. And then, finally, he slid Snape’s gray drawers down and off. Snape vanished Remus’ clothes in a split second. So, suddenly, Remus’ cock really was against his thigh. And, Merlin’s Beard, it was leaking a little. “Oh Remus,” Snape said, barely above a breath.
Remus began to slide down, his mouth open to welcome Snape’s cock into it. But Snape held him. “No,” he said. “This time I want…” He glanced toward the future mirror and saw the Snape within speaking the words he was too scared to say out loud. It gave him confidence that the Snape in the past mirror did not yet have. “I want to fuck you.”
He glanced from past Remus to future Remus. Both wore no expression. So he looked up into the eyes of his Remus. It took more than a few seconds, but Remus finally nodded. He rolled over, then over again, ending up on his hands and knees, presenting his arse.
Snape stared at it for a moment, desperately wanting it and not wanting it all at once. It was scarred and marked with whole patches that looked like they’d been hit one too many times. He reached his hand out toward it, then retracted his hand before making contact. It needed more healing. The moment he got the idea, he glanced over at his future self to see Snape picking up his wand and giving it a wave. A few seconds later, he summoned a small bottle from his workroom, catching it deftly.
“Stay still, Remus.” He poured a few dollops of lotion into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm them, then touched Remus’ rear. The man did not flinch; he was staring at his future self in the mirror. Snape rubbed the lotion into Remus with smooth strokes. “This won’t heal it completely, but it will help. Just put this on a few times a day. Or… have me put it on a few times a day for you. Does it feel nice?” Snape glanced over at the past reflection of Remus and, a second later, it smiled and nodded.
Snape used up most of the bottle, rubbing it into the tough, scarred skin. The lotion gave the skin a pearly sort of shine, but there was so much damage done from who knew how much or how many. There were marks everywhere, and Snape tried to cover every bit with lotion. Which meant running his hand in-between Remus’ arsecheeks.
Which led to more rubbing, touching, fingering. Remembering that morning, Snape slicked a finger and slid it into Remus. The man jerked excitedly. “I’ve never really done this before,” Snape confessed, pushing his finger in deep, trying to remember the successful angle he had found earlier. Remus breathed out deeply when Snape hit the spot.
Remus glanced back reassuringly, and motioned for Snape to mount him. Nervous did not begin to describe Severus Snape at that moment. He practically trembled as he knelt behind Remus, who was down on his hands and knees. With more lotion, Snape made sure he was hard and slick and ready. Then he carefully positioned his cock. The head prodded a little and, nervous, he glanced over at future mirror. The look of relief and excitement on his future reflection’s face helped him gain a little more confidence. With a deep breath, he penetrated. “Oh Remus… yes… how…” How could it possibly feel so good? How could no one have told him it would be so amazing? “Want… need…” He moaned and pulled back then thrust in again. It was even better the second time, feeling Remus tight all around his shaft. After the third time in and out, Snape wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to last. He looked over at the past mirror, watching his reflections thrusting and practically dying of pleasure.
He looked good. And Remus… Remus looked damn good.
“Nnghh! Uhhh… eruhhhh…” Snape held onto Remus, as if the man could possibly get away. He tried to hold out as long as possible, but every thrust moved him closer. And finally… finally he came.
It wasn’t what he expected, but for a few moments, all three versions of Snape all showed looks of ecstasy on the man’s face. It felt strange, coming inside someone like this. He was so used to the freedom wanking brought. This was so different, but still good.
When he was finished, he stayed inside Remus a little longer, staring as his past reflection finished its orgasm. Then he slid out and flopped back onto the bed. He pulled Remus down with him and felt Remus’ cock still rubbing into Snape’s thigh. Remus hadn’t orgasmed. In all that time, Snape hadn’t once thought about Remus’ orgasm. It had been his first time doing this, his first time fucking a man, but he still should have been thinking of Remus the whole time. Though he wondered if Remus had been thinking of him. “I’m sorry. I should have touched you. I should have—”
Remus covered Snape’s mouth with his palm to quiet him. He looked into Snape’s dark eyes, shaking his head. And when Snape reached to help Remus out, Remus’ hand got there first. Remus pumped his own cock routinely. He closed his eyes. And, suddenly, he came. He opened his eyes as ribbons struck Snape’s bare leg, crotch, and stomach. He pumped himself unashamedly. And, when he was done, he slumped against Snape’s tired body.
Snape encircled Remus with his arms, hugging the man close. Before he knew what was happening, he was snuggling Remus in both mirrors.
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mixophilia (mirrors), sort of first time
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: 1,642
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
With Remus in tow, Snape headed up to his bedroom after lunch. He had, of course, intended to work on the cure for the whole day. Now it looked like he’d be lucky to keep his mind on his work for even a moment. Remus was just too obliging, too willing, too delicious.
Snape stopped outside his bedroom and turned to face Remus. “Before we go any further, I have a request.” Remus stood there patiently, waiting for it. “I would like to request you keep what happens between us confidential. I will not make you do anything you do not want to do, and I hope you will let me know about that. But what I do and with whom I choose to do it is a private matter. Do you understand?”
Remus gestured to his collar.
“Yes, I know you’re wearing my collar and can’t talk. But I’d like your word that you won’t say anything even if you could speak.” Snape didn’t intend to keep Remus collared forever, after all. If this… worked out, so to speak, there would be no need for a collar at some point in the future.
Remus pointed to his collar, then to Snape, and then put his hand on Snape’s chest. Even though the robes, Snape could feel the warmth of that touch. “Are you trying to tell me you won’t say anything because I’m your owner and you wouldn’t betray that trust?”
Remus nodded.
That wasn’t exactly what Snape wanted, but he wanted to do this so badly and that answer was good enough. “That should suffice.” He hurriedly went into the bedroom and to the wardrobe standing in the corner. After rooting through it for close to a minute, he finally pulled out a box. At the moment he opened the lid, everything in the room went wonky for a few seconds. Snape felt dizzy, unbalanced, unsettled. He grabbed for Remus, holding the werewolf steady, and ending up on the bed with him. Snape leaned forward and kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Are you all right?” Remus nodded. “Good.”
From the box, Snape took two small, square mirrors. He propped them up against the pillow and held his hand in front, to capture the image of his hand in both.
Suddenly, the image of the hand in the left mirror snapped. A few second later, Snape’s actual hand snapped, looking precisely the same, only with sound. And a few seconds after that, the right mirror image of the hand snapped. “It doesn’t see the future,” Snape explained. “But it extends a time delay around the immediate area so it appears as though this one does show events a few seconds before they happen.” With a rather sly grin, as if he had been planning this for ages, he used an engorgement charm to enlarge the mirrors until the two were big enough to show copies of full-sized beds. He mounted one on the wall and set the other on the dresser. Images of Remus and Snape appears to infinity in either direction, alternating between the future and the past.
Snape smiled at Remus’ rather stunned expression. “If you don’t want to do this…”
Remus grabbed him, kissed him, and let him fall back onto the bed. Slowly, so slowly, Remus began stripping clothes off Snape’s body. Large, black buttons began at Snape’s neck and trailed down to the bottom of his chest. And there were tiny buttons that began at the man’s thin wrists and extended along the sleeves to the elbows. Remus undid every single one with care, moving so excruciatingly slowly Snape would have been frustrated if not for Remus’ erection grinding into his thigh the whole time. Snape watched the mirrors, fixated on the slow, almost graceful dance Remus was doing as he went button by button, getting closer each time, revealing more skin each time.
Snape’s skin looked paler against so much black, and he seemed to come alive as the clothes were stripped away. Every so often, Remus kissed a bit of the sensitive skin and Snape trembled at the touch.
Off came the cloak, the jacket, the square-toed boots, the pants, the white collared shirt, the socks. And then, finally, he slid Snape’s gray drawers down and off. Snape vanished Remus’ clothes in a split second. So, suddenly, Remus’ cock really was against his thigh. And, Merlin’s Beard, it was leaking a little. “Oh Remus,” Snape said, barely above a breath.
Remus began to slide down, his mouth open to welcome Snape’s cock into it. But Snape held him. “No,” he said. “This time I want…” He glanced toward the future mirror and saw the Snape within speaking the words he was too scared to say out loud. It gave him confidence that the Snape in the past mirror did not yet have. “I want to fuck you.”
He glanced from past Remus to future Remus. Both wore no expression. So he looked up into the eyes of his Remus. It took more than a few seconds, but Remus finally nodded. He rolled over, then over again, ending up on his hands and knees, presenting his arse.
Snape stared at it for a moment, desperately wanting it and not wanting it all at once. It was scarred and marked with whole patches that looked like they’d been hit one too many times. He reached his hand out toward it, then retracted his hand before making contact. It needed more healing. The moment he got the idea, he glanced over at his future self to see Snape picking up his wand and giving it a wave. A few seconds later, he summoned a small bottle from his workroom, catching it deftly.
“Stay still, Remus.” He poured a few dollops of lotion into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm them, then touched Remus’ rear. The man did not flinch; he was staring at his future self in the mirror. Snape rubbed the lotion into Remus with smooth strokes. “This won’t heal it completely, but it will help. Just put this on a few times a day. Or… have me put it on a few times a day for you. Does it feel nice?” Snape glanced over at the past reflection of Remus and, a second later, it smiled and nodded.
Snape used up most of the bottle, rubbing it into the tough, scarred skin. The lotion gave the skin a pearly sort of shine, but there was so much damage done from who knew how much or how many. There were marks everywhere, and Snape tried to cover every bit with lotion. Which meant running his hand in-between Remus’ arsecheeks.
Which led to more rubbing, touching, fingering. Remembering that morning, Snape slicked a finger and slid it into Remus. The man jerked excitedly. “I’ve never really done this before,” Snape confessed, pushing his finger in deep, trying to remember the successful angle he had found earlier. Remus breathed out deeply when Snape hit the spot.
Remus glanced back reassuringly, and motioned for Snape to mount him. Nervous did not begin to describe Severus Snape at that moment. He practically trembled as he knelt behind Remus, who was down on his hands and knees. With more lotion, Snape made sure he was hard and slick and ready. Then he carefully positioned his cock. The head prodded a little and, nervous, he glanced over at future mirror. The look of relief and excitement on his future reflection’s face helped him gain a little more confidence. With a deep breath, he penetrated. “Oh Remus… yes… how…” How could it possibly feel so good? How could no one have told him it would be so amazing? “Want… need…” He moaned and pulled back then thrust in again. It was even better the second time, feeling Remus tight all around his shaft. After the third time in and out, Snape wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to last. He looked over at the past mirror, watching his reflections thrusting and practically dying of pleasure.
He looked good. And Remus… Remus looked damn good.
“Nnghh! Uhhh… eruhhhh…” Snape held onto Remus, as if the man could possibly get away. He tried to hold out as long as possible, but every thrust moved him closer. And finally… finally he came.
It wasn’t what he expected, but for a few moments, all three versions of Snape all showed looks of ecstasy on the man’s face. It felt strange, coming inside someone like this. He was so used to the freedom wanking brought. This was so different, but still good.
When he was finished, he stayed inside Remus a little longer, staring as his past reflection finished its orgasm. Then he slid out and flopped back onto the bed. He pulled Remus down with him and felt Remus’ cock still rubbing into Snape’s thigh. Remus hadn’t orgasmed. In all that time, Snape hadn’t once thought about Remus’ orgasm. It had been his first time doing this, his first time fucking a man, but he still should have been thinking of Remus the whole time. Though he wondered if Remus had been thinking of him. “I’m sorry. I should have touched you. I should have—”
Remus covered Snape’s mouth with his palm to quiet him. He looked into Snape’s dark eyes, shaking his head. And when Snape reached to help Remus out, Remus’ hand got there first. Remus pumped his own cock routinely. He closed his eyes. And, suddenly, he came. He opened his eyes as ribbons struck Snape’s bare leg, crotch, and stomach. He pumped himself unashamedly. And, when he was done, he slumped against Snape’s tired body.
Snape encircled Remus with his arms, hugging the man close. Before he knew what was happening, he was snuggling Remus in both mirrors.