LMOM: Collared- Part 27
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katekintailIn which we discover that KateKintail’s typos were really her subconscious hinting about this chapter.
Title: Collared Part 27
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Wanking in the bathtub, 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: 1,430
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
The collar was charmed to be impervious to the elements, so Remus could wear it in the rain, the shower, or the bath without the leather or the metal or the plush padding getting ruined. Snape reached up and tugged on it a little, hooking his finger around the metal hoop and pulling Remus close. “I have something to confess to you, Lupin.”
Remus cocked his head, awaiting the revelation.
“The other morning, I saw you soaping up in here.” Snape sat up a little in the tub and smiled as he remembered the scene. “You were standing right here and you were wet. And hard. I watched you while you wanked.”
Remus smiled back, as if to say he had left the door open and the curtain only half-pulled on purpose.
“I watched you and I wanked along with you. I wanted to be there with you. Merlin… I wanted to be with you the second I took you home from the Market, but I didn’t know how it could possibly work. You scared me. You hurt me. I thought, back when we were in school, you hated me. But back at the Market you accepted my collar and everything that went with it.”
Listening to the confession, Remus occupied himself by letting his hand, which was under the suds, find Snape’s body. It slid over Snape’s chest. Deft fingers pinched lightly at Snape’s nipples, then ran up and down, back and forth. The hand slid down to Snape’s stomach, lingering there for a moment before sliding down further.
“Oh, Remus. I couldn’t. I just… nghh… yes…” Just like magic, Snape was starting to grow hard again. His eyes rolled back as Remus’ hand moved through the bubble-filled water to tease Snape’s cock to full arousal. Snape moaned happily, then seemed to pull himself back from the spot of pure pleasure. “I want to, but only if you come as well.”
With his eyes on Snape’s, Remus nodded.
“Would you like that, Remus? Truly? Would you like for us to come together?”
Remus nodded again and confirmed with a stroke of Snape’s cock. Remus’ hand curled around Snape and pulled, slick under the water like this. Snape copied the action. When Remus kissed Snape, Snape kissed back. When Remus caressed Snape’s balls, Snape caressed Remus’. When Remus moved close and bucked toward Snape, Snape thrust toward Remus. Whatever Remus did, Snape did, even though Remus seemed to be doing a better job at it.
Snape watched Remus’ eyes close, though, and he decided to keep his own eyes open. He felt the soft, bubbley water around him. He felt the orgasm building slowly inside him, starting with tingles and then moving on to gentle tugs and ending with the need for release. He felt surrounded. He felt light and floaty. He felt strangely graceful. And with the way Remus was growing hard as his touch, he felt sexy.
It wasn’t often that Severus Snape felt sexy. Actually, it was never. But here he was, stroking the man’s lovely cock and there Remus was, breathing deeply and quickly.
Only Remus didn’t look quite as pleased as usual. He was obviously aroused. He was obviously close. But he didn’t look like he had looked that first time. There wasn’t the same sort of desire. There wasn’t the passion.
Remus’ breaths came so shallow and quick, then he sucked in a breath and held it. His back arched and he came. His face wore a pained expression and he cried out silently. When it was over, Remus opened his eyes and looked at Snape. And Snape realized he had missed his opportunity. Remus frowned as Snape’s cock went soft in his hand.
“Lupin,” Snape began, then corrected himself. He spoke more softly. And he lifted his hand out of the warm water to touch Remus’ cheek. “Remus,” he tried again. “I want to know something. Will you answer something for me?” Remus nodded again, obedient without the need to question. “So what I want to know is: who do you think about when you come?”
A fleeting look of panic crossed Remus’ face. It was so far that if Snape had blinked, he would have missed it. As it was, however, he saw and knew. So when Remus reached out and put a hand on Snape’s heart, Snape knew he was only communicating with what he thought his master wanted to hear.
“You’re my collared werewolf, and I want you to tell me the truth. Can you do that?”
Remus looked pained again and shook his head.
“Please, Remus. Don’t you owe me at least that much?” He kissed Remus’ forehead. “I’ll still keep you and protect you, I promise. Who do you think of when you wank, Remus? Is it me?”
Tears formed in Remus’ eyes, threatening to spill out. He tried to slip under the bubble-filled water to hide the wetness in his eyes, but Snape held him up.
“Tell me.”
Remus shook his head. Snape didn’t know if that were the answer to his question or if Remus were refusing to answer or even if Remus were trying to communicate that he could not “tell” anything. He could not speak, after all, not with the collar on.
Snape felt sick to his stomach. He had known the man and Sirius Black had been lovers for years, but with what had happened, he had been sure Remus had seen the error of his ways. But, then again, he was still in love with Lily and probably always would be. Perhaps he would always be in love with Remus as well. But Snape still had to know for sure. “I will take that as a ‘no’. But, if it’s not, you will be able to tell me in a moment.” His hands dripping and starting to go all pruney, Snape reached over the side of the tub for his wand. With a swish and a little tug, Snape succeeded in undoing the collar. He pulled the beautiful black leather from Remus’ neck. It had left no mark, Snape was glad to see.
Or was he sad to see it? Remus was still his, wasn’t he? What did this change? Would Remus leave? Would Remus attack? Would Remus curse him into a thousand pieces or do what he had almost done years ago on the night of the full moon, down in that tunnel? Or would Remus snap, unable to handle this change? “Remus,” he said, worried beyond measure. “Remus, are you all right with this?” He had asked Remus for permission to put the collar on, but he hadn’t asked permission to take the collar off. “You can speak now,” Snape said. “Are you all right?”
Remus whimpered, and Snape jumped in place, spilling some water over the side of the tub. He had heard the sound. And it sounded—well, not beautiful.
“Can you speak?” He swallowed hard. “Will you speak?”
Remus looked at him blankly. His hand reached up to feel his neck without the collar. And the look of distress on his face was infinitely worse than the panic before on his face. Startled and worried, Snape stood up. Remus followed as well, standing up. Snape climbed out of the bathtub and Remus followed him. Whatever Snape did, Remus did. Snape reached over for a towel and Remus grabbed a towel as well. In fact, Remus wrapped the towel around both of them. He huddled close to Snape for warmth as the two men shivered in the cold bathroom.
“Say something,” Snape whispered pleadingly. “Or do something, at least.”
Remus, pressed up against Snape’s front, did something. He rubbed his body against Snape’s. He took Snape’s cock in hand and pressed his thigh to the man’s crotch. He washed the flicking tip of his tongue over one of Snape’s nipples and he reached around, squeezing Snape’s arse with his other hand. Without a word, Remus touched him, rubbed him, and expertly revived the erection Snape had lost in the tub.
Snape shook his head. “Wait… please… just say something to me first…”
It was a case of actions speaking much louder than words; Remus actions were yelling at top volume. Remus dropped to his knees and serviced Snape right then and there without a moment’s hesitation. And when he had swallowed every last bit, he stayed there, hugging Snape’s legs, his cheek pressed against Snape’s smooth thigh.
Reaching down, Snape put his hand on Remus’ head and ruffled his hair. His heart broke and he whispered, “Oh Remus…”
Title: Collared Part 27
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Wanking in the bathtub, 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: 1,430
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
The collar was charmed to be impervious to the elements, so Remus could wear it in the rain, the shower, or the bath without the leather or the metal or the plush padding getting ruined. Snape reached up and tugged on it a little, hooking his finger around the metal hoop and pulling Remus close. “I have something to confess to you, Lupin.”
Remus cocked his head, awaiting the revelation.
“The other morning, I saw you soaping up in here.” Snape sat up a little in the tub and smiled as he remembered the scene. “You were standing right here and you were wet. And hard. I watched you while you wanked.”
Remus smiled back, as if to say he had left the door open and the curtain only half-pulled on purpose.
“I watched you and I wanked along with you. I wanted to be there with you. Merlin… I wanted to be with you the second I took you home from the Market, but I didn’t know how it could possibly work. You scared me. You hurt me. I thought, back when we were in school, you hated me. But back at the Market you accepted my collar and everything that went with it.”
Listening to the confession, Remus occupied himself by letting his hand, which was under the suds, find Snape’s body. It slid over Snape’s chest. Deft fingers pinched lightly at Snape’s nipples, then ran up and down, back and forth. The hand slid down to Snape’s stomach, lingering there for a moment before sliding down further.
“Oh, Remus. I couldn’t. I just… nghh… yes…” Just like magic, Snape was starting to grow hard again. His eyes rolled back as Remus’ hand moved through the bubble-filled water to tease Snape’s cock to full arousal. Snape moaned happily, then seemed to pull himself back from the spot of pure pleasure. “I want to, but only if you come as well.”
With his eyes on Snape’s, Remus nodded.
“Would you like that, Remus? Truly? Would you like for us to come together?”
Remus nodded again and confirmed with a stroke of Snape’s cock. Remus’ hand curled around Snape and pulled, slick under the water like this. Snape copied the action. When Remus kissed Snape, Snape kissed back. When Remus caressed Snape’s balls, Snape caressed Remus’. When Remus moved close and bucked toward Snape, Snape thrust toward Remus. Whatever Remus did, Snape did, even though Remus seemed to be doing a better job at it.
Snape watched Remus’ eyes close, though, and he decided to keep his own eyes open. He felt the soft, bubbley water around him. He felt the orgasm building slowly inside him, starting with tingles and then moving on to gentle tugs and ending with the need for release. He felt surrounded. He felt light and floaty. He felt strangely graceful. And with the way Remus was growing hard as his touch, he felt sexy.
It wasn’t often that Severus Snape felt sexy. Actually, it was never. But here he was, stroking the man’s lovely cock and there Remus was, breathing deeply and quickly.
Only Remus didn’t look quite as pleased as usual. He was obviously aroused. He was obviously close. But he didn’t look like he had looked that first time. There wasn’t the same sort of desire. There wasn’t the passion.
Remus’ breaths came so shallow and quick, then he sucked in a breath and held it. His back arched and he came. His face wore a pained expression and he cried out silently. When it was over, Remus opened his eyes and looked at Snape. And Snape realized he had missed his opportunity. Remus frowned as Snape’s cock went soft in his hand.
“Lupin,” Snape began, then corrected himself. He spoke more softly. And he lifted his hand out of the warm water to touch Remus’ cheek. “Remus,” he tried again. “I want to know something. Will you answer something for me?” Remus nodded again, obedient without the need to question. “So what I want to know is: who do you think about when you come?”
A fleeting look of panic crossed Remus’ face. It was so far that if Snape had blinked, he would have missed it. As it was, however, he saw and knew. So when Remus reached out and put a hand on Snape’s heart, Snape knew he was only communicating with what he thought his master wanted to hear.
“You’re my collared werewolf, and I want you to tell me the truth. Can you do that?”
Remus looked pained again and shook his head.
“Please, Remus. Don’t you owe me at least that much?” He kissed Remus’ forehead. “I’ll still keep you and protect you, I promise. Who do you think of when you wank, Remus? Is it me?”
Tears formed in Remus’ eyes, threatening to spill out. He tried to slip under the bubble-filled water to hide the wetness in his eyes, but Snape held him up.
“Tell me.”
Remus shook his head. Snape didn’t know if that were the answer to his question or if Remus were refusing to answer or even if Remus were trying to communicate that he could not “tell” anything. He could not speak, after all, not with the collar on.
Snape felt sick to his stomach. He had known the man and Sirius Black had been lovers for years, but with what had happened, he had been sure Remus had seen the error of his ways. But, then again, he was still in love with Lily and probably always would be. Perhaps he would always be in love with Remus as well. But Snape still had to know for sure. “I will take that as a ‘no’. But, if it’s not, you will be able to tell me in a moment.” His hands dripping and starting to go all pruney, Snape reached over the side of the tub for his wand. With a swish and a little tug, Snape succeeded in undoing the collar. He pulled the beautiful black leather from Remus’ neck. It had left no mark, Snape was glad to see.
Or was he sad to see it? Remus was still his, wasn’t he? What did this change? Would Remus leave? Would Remus attack? Would Remus curse him into a thousand pieces or do what he had almost done years ago on the night of the full moon, down in that tunnel? Or would Remus snap, unable to handle this change? “Remus,” he said, worried beyond measure. “Remus, are you all right with this?” He had asked Remus for permission to put the collar on, but he hadn’t asked permission to take the collar off. “You can speak now,” Snape said. “Are you all right?”
Remus whimpered, and Snape jumped in place, spilling some water over the side of the tub. He had heard the sound. And it sounded—well, not beautiful.
“Can you speak?” He swallowed hard. “Will you speak?”
Remus looked at him blankly. His hand reached up to feel his neck without the collar. And the look of distress on his face was infinitely worse than the panic before on his face. Startled and worried, Snape stood up. Remus followed as well, standing up. Snape climbed out of the bathtub and Remus followed him. Whatever Snape did, Remus did. Snape reached over for a towel and Remus grabbed a towel as well. In fact, Remus wrapped the towel around both of them. He huddled close to Snape for warmth as the two men shivered in the cold bathroom.
“Say something,” Snape whispered pleadingly. “Or do something, at least.”
Remus, pressed up against Snape’s front, did something. He rubbed his body against Snape’s. He took Snape’s cock in hand and pressed his thigh to the man’s crotch. He washed the flicking tip of his tongue over one of Snape’s nipples and he reached around, squeezing Snape’s arse with his other hand. Without a word, Remus touched him, rubbed him, and expertly revived the erection Snape had lost in the tub.
Snape shook his head. “Wait… please… just say something to me first…”
It was a case of actions speaking much louder than words; Remus actions were yelling at top volume. Remus dropped to his knees and serviced Snape right then and there without a moment’s hesitation. And when he had swallowed every last bit, he stayed there, hugging Snape’s legs, his cheek pressed against Snape’s smooth thigh.
Reaching down, Snape put his hand on Remus’ head and ruffled his hair. His heart broke and he whispered, “Oh Remus…”