LMOM: Collared- Part 29
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katekintailTitle: Collared Part 29
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions wanking
Pairing: Remus/Snape, past Remus/Sirius
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: 1,459
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus regarded Snape with a skeptical expression on his face.
“It’s true,” Snape said. “I do care about you—very much in fact. It doesn’t matter to me who else you loved or still love.”
Remus made the only sound he seemed capable of making: he whimpered.
“Oh,” Snape said, tired to death already with Remus’ only vocalization. “Just come here.” He pulled Remus close and let the man snuggle into his chest. He pet Remus’ head reassuringly and closed his eyes. “The problem, Remus, is that I don’t want you as my servant or my love slave or any of that. I want you here because you want to be here with me rather than anywhere else you could go.” He felt Remus tighten up and continued petting. “I know you don’t have a lot of options, but I could ask around a little. Maybe Dumbledore has some suggestions or maybe some job will open up somewhere. Look, if you want to make me happy, you’ll do what makes you happy. I just hope that, after exploring what we could be over these last few days you might decide I make you happy.”
Snape felt Remus tense up again and Snape took an especially deep breath. “You think of him still—that’s understandable. There’s someone from my past I think about at times as well. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other’s company together now.”
Remus sat motionless for a while, listening and considering. He stayed in Snape’s arms, as if scared he might move and break the spell that held them now.
Finally, he reached down to slide his good hand down the front of Snape’s trousers. But Snape caught the hand before it could make it that far and shook his head. “I don’t want you doing something just because you think it’s what I want.” Remus looked hurt, confused, and lost.
Snape kissed the top of Remus’ head, then trailed softer, smaller kisses down his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and to the tip. “Remus Lupin, do you trust me?”
Remus gave his standard, submissive nod, agreeing with anything his owner proposed. Snape didn’t buy it for an instant, but he knew it would take more than a yes-or-no question to draw Remus out of the safety of submission. It was so much easier to let someone think for you and feel for you and tell you what to do. “I need you to trust me, because I want to make you feel again.”
This required more than just Snape tossing Remus. It required emotion. It required something long and drawn-out. It required intimacy. It required something Snape had never before tried.
He ran his hand up Remus’ legs, feeling the tiny raised scars on the man’s fair skin. His fingers slid inward teasingly, getting close to Remus crotch but not going all the way. Snape bit down on the end of Remus robes and dragged them up. Then he ducked his head under and found the waistband of Remus’ pants. He nuzzled with his formidable nose and tugged down with his teeth, until Remus’ crotch was exposed.
Snape stuck his tongue out and began licking, as though Remus were a treat. Which, in a way, he was. This might be his last chance to not only do this but show Remus what he felt. He wasn’t used to expressing his feelings in words or in actions. But for Remus, he knew he had to. He licked until Remus grew hard, until Snape could taste the bitter pre-come on the head of Remus’ cock. He locked until Remus made that whimpering sound again. And then Snape gave him something to really whimper about.
With a deep breath and a bend of his neck, he opened his mouth and took Remus’ cock into it.
He had had cause before this to reflect upon how big cocks could feel. They looked perfectly fine-sized. They looked wonderful… and maybe they looked a little funny under some conditions. But it wasn’t until one was inside you that it felt enormous. Snape had been the receiving end of cocks a hundred times, thanks to the Death Eaters and their ways. But he’d never fucked anyone until Remus. And he had never had anyone give him a blow job until Remus.
It seemed to be the thing Remus went to every time he wanted Snape’s approval. Therefore, Snape knew it was the thing he needed to do, and he had done it a hundred times before because of the Death Eaters. But he had never done it like this. He sucked and licked, moving his mouth up and down the shaft. He tried everything he could think of to coax an orgasm out of Remus and, by extension, draw Remus out of himself.
He did more than suck and lick and rub. He put every emotion he had into it. He reached out, desperately wanting, hoping. His head went light and fuzzy as he worked Remus’ cock and balls and thighs and everything else. He closed his eyes, feeling heat and desire. There was the smell of sweat and taste of come. There was the sound of Remus’ labored breaths as the man gasped and panted, trying to hold out as long as possible.
Remus lasted far longer than Snape would have guessed, but Snape kept changing his patterns, keeping it interesting. When the man could take it no longer, he took a final breath and came. Snape wasn’t as good at this part as Remus, and his mouth overflowed with the bitter, creamy stuff before he could swallow the first time. He managed most of it. The only sound was of Snape swallowing; Remus’ orgasm was unnaturally silent.
And when he was done, he threw off the robes and lifted his head, breathing the nice cool air. He looked at Remus, expecting something more. He expected to see life in Remus’ eyes. It was a damn good orgasm, and Snape knew it. Remus smiled, but he said nothing.
This hadn’t changed a thing. He let Snape clean him and prop him up against the couch cushions. He let Snape hold him, cuddle him. But he still didn’t let Snape in. He would do anything for Snape… why couldn’t Remus do this thing for him now?
“Do you know what your problem is?” Snape asked, cuddling Remus close. “I mean, apart from the fact that you won’t snap out of this and talk to me. It’s that you Gryffindors are so damn trusting.”
Remus pulled back a little, looking up into Snape’s eyes with confusion. “You put your trust in people because you respect their values or ideas or their strong leadership. You give your hearts to the wrong people and give your trust away to people who claim to be good. Well there’s more to life than that. People aren’t black or white, good or evil. Sometimes the seemingly good ones will let you down.” And vice-versa. Fuck. This wasn’t going the way he had planned, but he was frustrated and worried and if good fellacio didn’t work, it seemed like nothing would. “Your previous owners were shite, Remus. They treated you badly. They were bad people—Sirius Black included. Black betrayed your trust. He wasn’t worthy of you. He wasn’t worthy of your love. He wasn’t worthy of Lily. And now she’s dead and it’s Black’s fault… and mine.”
Shaking his head vigorously, Remus lifted a finger to his mouth in a signal for Snape to quiet.
But Snape barely saw the sign. He wasn’t sure how much he could admit to and knew he could never say it all, but he kept going, his voice cracking, his volume growing louder and louder. “She didn’t have to die. And trust was the problem.”
Tears in Snape’s eyes threatened to spill out. He hugged Remus again so the man wouldn’t see. But by then it was too late. Remus hugged Snape back, though, clinging to him so tightly Snape could barely draw breath. Tears leaked from the corners of Snape’s eyes, falling down his face onto Remus’ head and shoulder. He hugged Remus tightly, not caring if Remus didn’t understand, but needing to say it and do it just the same. He rocked in place, trying to hold back the chest-filling sobs, because once those started, he wasn’t sure what he might do.
“Severus.”
Snape rocked forward and back again with Remus hugged to his chest, then he froze in place. For one brief moment, he was certain he had just imagined it. But then it came again.
“Severus.” Followed by a soft and soothing, albeit hoarse, “I understand.”
Author: KateKintail
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Mentions wanking
Pairing: Remus/Snape, past Remus/Sirius
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: 1,459
Notes: Written for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May 2010
Remus regarded Snape with a skeptical expression on his face.
“It’s true,” Snape said. “I do care about you—very much in fact. It doesn’t matter to me who else you loved or still love.”
Remus made the only sound he seemed capable of making: he whimpered.
“Oh,” Snape said, tired to death already with Remus’ only vocalization. “Just come here.” He pulled Remus close and let the man snuggle into his chest. He pet Remus’ head reassuringly and closed his eyes. “The problem, Remus, is that I don’t want you as my servant or my love slave or any of that. I want you here because you want to be here with me rather than anywhere else you could go.” He felt Remus tighten up and continued petting. “I know you don’t have a lot of options, but I could ask around a little. Maybe Dumbledore has some suggestions or maybe some job will open up somewhere. Look, if you want to make me happy, you’ll do what makes you happy. I just hope that, after exploring what we could be over these last few days you might decide I make you happy.”
Snape felt Remus tense up again and Snape took an especially deep breath. “You think of him still—that’s understandable. There’s someone from my past I think about at times as well. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other’s company together now.”
Remus sat motionless for a while, listening and considering. He stayed in Snape’s arms, as if scared he might move and break the spell that held them now.
Finally, he reached down to slide his good hand down the front of Snape’s trousers. But Snape caught the hand before it could make it that far and shook his head. “I don’t want you doing something just because you think it’s what I want.” Remus looked hurt, confused, and lost.
Snape kissed the top of Remus’ head, then trailed softer, smaller kisses down his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and to the tip. “Remus Lupin, do you trust me?”
Remus gave his standard, submissive nod, agreeing with anything his owner proposed. Snape didn’t buy it for an instant, but he knew it would take more than a yes-or-no question to draw Remus out of the safety of submission. It was so much easier to let someone think for you and feel for you and tell you what to do. “I need you to trust me, because I want to make you feel again.”
This required more than just Snape tossing Remus. It required emotion. It required something long and drawn-out. It required intimacy. It required something Snape had never before tried.
He ran his hand up Remus’ legs, feeling the tiny raised scars on the man’s fair skin. His fingers slid inward teasingly, getting close to Remus crotch but not going all the way. Snape bit down on the end of Remus robes and dragged them up. Then he ducked his head under and found the waistband of Remus’ pants. He nuzzled with his formidable nose and tugged down with his teeth, until Remus’ crotch was exposed.
Snape stuck his tongue out and began licking, as though Remus were a treat. Which, in a way, he was. This might be his last chance to not only do this but show Remus what he felt. He wasn’t used to expressing his feelings in words or in actions. But for Remus, he knew he had to. He licked until Remus grew hard, until Snape could taste the bitter pre-come on the head of Remus’ cock. He locked until Remus made that whimpering sound again. And then Snape gave him something to really whimper about.
With a deep breath and a bend of his neck, he opened his mouth and took Remus’ cock into it.
He had had cause before this to reflect upon how big cocks could feel. They looked perfectly fine-sized. They looked wonderful… and maybe they looked a little funny under some conditions. But it wasn’t until one was inside you that it felt enormous. Snape had been the receiving end of cocks a hundred times, thanks to the Death Eaters and their ways. But he’d never fucked anyone until Remus. And he had never had anyone give him a blow job until Remus.
It seemed to be the thing Remus went to every time he wanted Snape’s approval. Therefore, Snape knew it was the thing he needed to do, and he had done it a hundred times before because of the Death Eaters. But he had never done it like this. He sucked and licked, moving his mouth up and down the shaft. He tried everything he could think of to coax an orgasm out of Remus and, by extension, draw Remus out of himself.
He did more than suck and lick and rub. He put every emotion he had into it. He reached out, desperately wanting, hoping. His head went light and fuzzy as he worked Remus’ cock and balls and thighs and everything else. He closed his eyes, feeling heat and desire. There was the smell of sweat and taste of come. There was the sound of Remus’ labored breaths as the man gasped and panted, trying to hold out as long as possible.
Remus lasted far longer than Snape would have guessed, but Snape kept changing his patterns, keeping it interesting. When the man could take it no longer, he took a final breath and came. Snape wasn’t as good at this part as Remus, and his mouth overflowed with the bitter, creamy stuff before he could swallow the first time. He managed most of it. The only sound was of Snape swallowing; Remus’ orgasm was unnaturally silent.
And when he was done, he threw off the robes and lifted his head, breathing the nice cool air. He looked at Remus, expecting something more. He expected to see life in Remus’ eyes. It was a damn good orgasm, and Snape knew it. Remus smiled, but he said nothing.
This hadn’t changed a thing. He let Snape clean him and prop him up against the couch cushions. He let Snape hold him, cuddle him. But he still didn’t let Snape in. He would do anything for Snape… why couldn’t Remus do this thing for him now?
“Do you know what your problem is?” Snape asked, cuddling Remus close. “I mean, apart from the fact that you won’t snap out of this and talk to me. It’s that you Gryffindors are so damn trusting.”
Remus pulled back a little, looking up into Snape’s eyes with confusion. “You put your trust in people because you respect their values or ideas or their strong leadership. You give your hearts to the wrong people and give your trust away to people who claim to be good. Well there’s more to life than that. People aren’t black or white, good or evil. Sometimes the seemingly good ones will let you down.” And vice-versa. Fuck. This wasn’t going the way he had planned, but he was frustrated and worried and if good fellacio didn’t work, it seemed like nothing would. “Your previous owners were shite, Remus. They treated you badly. They were bad people—Sirius Black included. Black betrayed your trust. He wasn’t worthy of you. He wasn’t worthy of your love. He wasn’t worthy of Lily. And now she’s dead and it’s Black’s fault… and mine.”
Shaking his head vigorously, Remus lifted a finger to his mouth in a signal for Snape to quiet.
But Snape barely saw the sign. He wasn’t sure how much he could admit to and knew he could never say it all, but he kept going, his voice cracking, his volume growing louder and louder. “She didn’t have to die. And trust was the problem.”
Tears in Snape’s eyes threatened to spill out. He hugged Remus again so the man wouldn’t see. But by then it was too late. Remus hugged Snape back, though, clinging to him so tightly Snape could barely draw breath. Tears leaked from the corners of Snape’s eyes, falling down his face onto Remus’ head and shoulder. He hugged Remus tightly, not caring if Remus didn’t understand, but needing to say it and do it just the same. He rocked in place, trying to hold back the chest-filling sobs, because once those started, he wasn’t sure what he might do.
“Severus.”
Snape rocked forward and back again with Remus hugged to his chest, then he froze in place. For one brief moment, he was certain he had just imagined it. But then it came again.
“Severus.” Followed by a soft and soothing, albeit hoarse, “I understand.”