Ten Fridays, Michael Corner
Title: Ten Fridays
Rating: nc17
Spoilers/Warnings:
Characters/Ships: Remus/Michael
Genre: romance
Summary: Remus has a kinky new boyfriend.
Length/Completion: 1647
Notes: originally written for lmom 2009.
The first week Remus and Michael are together Michael asks him if he's ever used feathers in bed. Remus replies that hippogriffs aren't really his kink. Michael laughs, then asks Remus if he can show him. Remus hesitates for a second before agreeing. Michael peppers kisses all over his face and then uses the widest part of his tie like a blindfold. Remus lies back on the bed and shivers when the first is run over his skin. Michael flashes one over a nipple and Remus gets gooseflesh. He starts to run it up and down the length of his cock, laughing as Remus shivers.
If the touch was harder it would be ticklish, ruining the mood. But with the lightness of Michael's touch, it just creates pinpricks over his body as he waits in anticipation. The man was smart to blindfold him, it makes the experience so much more.
*
The next Friday Remus begins to regret getting back into the dating pool. Inviting Michael over for an evening of a homecooked meal and a radio play has gone horribly. The man complains incessantly over the course of the night until finally, fed up, Remus asks him if he'd like to leave. Michael blinks in confusion, big brown eyes pitiful in his head. "No! I just wanted..."
"What, besides making it clear this relationship isn't going to work?"
"My old boyfriend would have spanked my ten times over by now. I just didn't know how to ask! I'm sorry!"
Relief that Michael's had a reason for acting like a bastard wars with lust that Michael's been in such a situation before and fear that Michael expects him to know how to do it properly. Still, the premise of any budding relationship is learning what the other person likes and needs. "Next time just ask, alright?"
Michael squeals and strips down. He lies over Remus' lap and wriggles in anticipation. Remus takes a deep breath to fortify himself, then lets his hand crash down.
*
It's been three weeks of sleeping with Michael when he suggests they wank together. Remus agrees it sounds interesting, though he's never done it with someone else before. Before Michael it was either wanking alone or together fucking. They lie beside each other, Michael seemingly waiting for Remus to start.
As it turns out, Remus' theory is wrong. When Remus has his cock in his hand, fully hard, Michael crawls on top of him. He lines his body up against Remus' older, hairier, scarred body, and grabs their cocks. Instead wanking, he does something Remus has never thought of. He presses the head of his cock to Remus', the tip wet against his own. With a look of heavy concentration, Michael pulls at his foreskin and tries to spread it over Remus. It's probably meant to be intimate and sexy, but all Remus can think of is how strange it feels.
*
The week after Michael suggests they give felching a go. Remus has no idea what the man means, but isn't about to say anything. It's bad enough being old, poor, and dangerous, he's not about to admit to being stupid as well. He agrees, trusting that Michael won't do something to physically hurt him.
They start to fuck, Remus on his back. Remus' hands clench onto the bedding on either side of his body, Michael is going with the enthusiasm characteristic of someone his age. Remus hasn't had sex with a younger man in a long while, he's forgotten how vigorous they can be.
Michael comes quickly, and then does the most obscene thing Remus has ever heard of. He angles Remus so his hips are further off the bed, and then he licks at Remus' hole. He's heard of rimming, but never figured anyone beside Sirius' fangirls would ever attempt it. And this is far worse. Worse in that it's sexy, in that it makes him come, seeing the white on Michael's mouth, knowing where it's been.
*
The fifth Friday they go out for dinner, Remus silently counting every knut as they rapidly add up. They both enjoy the meal, and Michael even orders one of the desserts the waiters have to peddle at each table. When it's brought to the table Michael insists it be wrapped up, and he takes it with him to Remus'. it seems a bit bratty to Remus, but he's not going to say anything. No point in ruining a good night with a quibble.
Fifteen minutes later, when Michael is slowly licking the still warm apple pie off his chest, Remus changes his mind. Bringing dessert home is always a good idea.
*
"What's it feel like?" Michael asks Remus. Laying in the bed together, it should be an annoying question. It's one Remus has been asked a hundred times, by medical practitioners, friends, family, students after he was outed, strangers with enough gall. But it seems different, being asked by a lover.
Remus thinks for a moment, trying to figure out how to balance the horrors that Michael won't want to know with enough truth to placate him. "Like burning." When his skin rips apart, when he's a wolf and he can smell blood everywhere, it all burns.
"Do you want to burn again?" Michael asks. Remus is stunned at the perception of the young man, possibly the first to understand that while wolfsbane makes everyone else safe, it takes away a part of him.
Remus can't respond, but Michael knows. He picks up the bedside candle and without warning tips it over so it drips on Remus. The hot wax isn't quite enough, but it's better.
*
It's strange, topping Michael. He's never really been much for fucking, he much more likes the sensation of being fucked. But after seven weeks of dates and fucks, it's understandable that his lover wants a turn, so after Remus casts the STI protection spell he slides behind Michael and pushes his way into him.
To judge from Michael's groaning, a good hard fuck is much appreciated. Remus knows the feeling, tries to keep it in his head to prevent him from going soft. But Michael knows something's wrong, and crawls a few inches away from Remus until the man is no longer inside him.
"Not working, huh? That's okay, I've got an idea."
A minute later Remus has a lightly moving wand in his arse. It vibrates delightfully against his prostate, and he's harder then ever, jerking in and out of Michael.
*
Michael's straddled over Remus, dangling the metal rings on his right index finger as he breathes the word into his face. "Please."
His instinct is to say no. The cuffs bring up so many memories of his parents not knowing what to do, shackling him to the wall each month though each month he'd have enough strength to break out. Still, it was better treatment then what you'd get if you went to the werewolf registry building, a place Remus still dreads at nearly forty.
His groin informs him he must say yes. It's clear Michael really wants this, and if Remus continues to refuse it's going to put a -pardon the pun- kink in their relationship. So with a buck he rolls them over until Michael's flat on his back. Holding down Michael with one hand, he puts the man's wrists in cuffs linking them to the headboard. The image is vastly different then the ones of Remus' past, and as Remus starts to fuck Michael his opinion of shackles begins to rewrite itself.
*
Michael is in the washroom when Remus comes home. "I've got a surprise" the man calls out, and Remus isn't sure if he should be petrified or delighted. He settles for wary and sits on the couch, waiting for Michael to reveal whatever it is.
He drifts off for an indeterminate time, always tired the few days after the moon. He wakes up to Michael yelling "What do you think?"
Michael's in what looks to be parts of a Hogwarts uniform. He's got a seventh year's shirt and his old Ravenclaw tie, but that's where his ability to infiltrate Hogwarts as a student stops. Remus can't stop staring as he takes in the second year girl's skirt just barely skimming his thighs. It's obscene enough before Michael whirls and the bit of cloth flies up revealing the man isn't wearing pants.
"I think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Michael beams before joining Remus on the couch.
*
The tenth Friday they go out for dinner, the dynamic changes. They've chosen a different place to eat, forgoing the normal restaurant for a bar with a couple of tables on the far side of the dance floor. It's hard to look deeply into Michael's eyes with beams of colour flashing all around him.
The dance floor is comprised of nearly all under twenty fives. Remus sticks out severely, especially beside his eighteen year old boyfriend. But after Michael finishes his small plate of crisps, he stands and pulls Remus to the floor. He begins rutting on him in tune to the music, and Remus' discomfort at being the oldest man in the room quickly fades.
An hour later they're in the alley outside the club, Michael's arse undoubtedly cold and scratching against the rough brick. Michael seems as turned on by the blowjob as he is by the fact that Remus is doing it, as judged by his words.
"Ohh yeah, never thought you would, fuck, GODS, fuck, Remus, so proud, shite."
Remus has no doubt that Michael has had sex in many a public forum. But this is the first time Remus has initiated an alternative form of sex, and Michael seems to love him for it. With a mouth full of cock, he vows to research more things they can do together.
Rating: nc17
Spoilers/Warnings:
Characters/Ships: Remus/Michael
Genre: romance
Summary: Remus has a kinky new boyfriend.
Length/Completion: 1647
Notes: originally written for lmom 2009.
The first week Remus and Michael are together Michael asks him if he's ever used feathers in bed. Remus replies that hippogriffs aren't really his kink. Michael laughs, then asks Remus if he can show him. Remus hesitates for a second before agreeing. Michael peppers kisses all over his face and then uses the widest part of his tie like a blindfold. Remus lies back on the bed and shivers when the first is run over his skin. Michael flashes one over a nipple and Remus gets gooseflesh. He starts to run it up and down the length of his cock, laughing as Remus shivers.
If the touch was harder it would be ticklish, ruining the mood. But with the lightness of Michael's touch, it just creates pinpricks over his body as he waits in anticipation. The man was smart to blindfold him, it makes the experience so much more.
*
The next Friday Remus begins to regret getting back into the dating pool. Inviting Michael over for an evening of a homecooked meal and a radio play has gone horribly. The man complains incessantly over the course of the night until finally, fed up, Remus asks him if he'd like to leave. Michael blinks in confusion, big brown eyes pitiful in his head. "No! I just wanted..."
"What, besides making it clear this relationship isn't going to work?"
"My old boyfriend would have spanked my ten times over by now. I just didn't know how to ask! I'm sorry!"
Relief that Michael's had a reason for acting like a bastard wars with lust that Michael's been in such a situation before and fear that Michael expects him to know how to do it properly. Still, the premise of any budding relationship is learning what the other person likes and needs. "Next time just ask, alright?"
Michael squeals and strips down. He lies over Remus' lap and wriggles in anticipation. Remus takes a deep breath to fortify himself, then lets his hand crash down.
*
It's been three weeks of sleeping with Michael when he suggests they wank together. Remus agrees it sounds interesting, though he's never done it with someone else before. Before Michael it was either wanking alone or together fucking. They lie beside each other, Michael seemingly waiting for Remus to start.
As it turns out, Remus' theory is wrong. When Remus has his cock in his hand, fully hard, Michael crawls on top of him. He lines his body up against Remus' older, hairier, scarred body, and grabs their cocks. Instead wanking, he does something Remus has never thought of. He presses the head of his cock to Remus', the tip wet against his own. With a look of heavy concentration, Michael pulls at his foreskin and tries to spread it over Remus. It's probably meant to be intimate and sexy, but all Remus can think of is how strange it feels.
*
The week after Michael suggests they give felching a go. Remus has no idea what the man means, but isn't about to say anything. It's bad enough being old, poor, and dangerous, he's not about to admit to being stupid as well. He agrees, trusting that Michael won't do something to physically hurt him.
They start to fuck, Remus on his back. Remus' hands clench onto the bedding on either side of his body, Michael is going with the enthusiasm characteristic of someone his age. Remus hasn't had sex with a younger man in a long while, he's forgotten how vigorous they can be.
Michael comes quickly, and then does the most obscene thing Remus has ever heard of. He angles Remus so his hips are further off the bed, and then he licks at Remus' hole. He's heard of rimming, but never figured anyone beside Sirius' fangirls would ever attempt it. And this is far worse. Worse in that it's sexy, in that it makes him come, seeing the white on Michael's mouth, knowing where it's been.
*
The fifth Friday they go out for dinner, Remus silently counting every knut as they rapidly add up. They both enjoy the meal, and Michael even orders one of the desserts the waiters have to peddle at each table. When it's brought to the table Michael insists it be wrapped up, and he takes it with him to Remus'. it seems a bit bratty to Remus, but he's not going to say anything. No point in ruining a good night with a quibble.
Fifteen minutes later, when Michael is slowly licking the still warm apple pie off his chest, Remus changes his mind. Bringing dessert home is always a good idea.
*
"What's it feel like?" Michael asks Remus. Laying in the bed together, it should be an annoying question. It's one Remus has been asked a hundred times, by medical practitioners, friends, family, students after he was outed, strangers with enough gall. But it seems different, being asked by a lover.
Remus thinks for a moment, trying to figure out how to balance the horrors that Michael won't want to know with enough truth to placate him. "Like burning." When his skin rips apart, when he's a wolf and he can smell blood everywhere, it all burns.
"Do you want to burn again?" Michael asks. Remus is stunned at the perception of the young man, possibly the first to understand that while wolfsbane makes everyone else safe, it takes away a part of him.
Remus can't respond, but Michael knows. He picks up the bedside candle and without warning tips it over so it drips on Remus. The hot wax isn't quite enough, but it's better.
*
It's strange, topping Michael. He's never really been much for fucking, he much more likes the sensation of being fucked. But after seven weeks of dates and fucks, it's understandable that his lover wants a turn, so after Remus casts the STI protection spell he slides behind Michael and pushes his way into him.
To judge from Michael's groaning, a good hard fuck is much appreciated. Remus knows the feeling, tries to keep it in his head to prevent him from going soft. But Michael knows something's wrong, and crawls a few inches away from Remus until the man is no longer inside him.
"Not working, huh? That's okay, I've got an idea."
A minute later Remus has a lightly moving wand in his arse. It vibrates delightfully against his prostate, and he's harder then ever, jerking in and out of Michael.
*
Michael's straddled over Remus, dangling the metal rings on his right index finger as he breathes the word into his face. "Please."
His instinct is to say no. The cuffs bring up so many memories of his parents not knowing what to do, shackling him to the wall each month though each month he'd have enough strength to break out. Still, it was better treatment then what you'd get if you went to the werewolf registry building, a place Remus still dreads at nearly forty.
His groin informs him he must say yes. It's clear Michael really wants this, and if Remus continues to refuse it's going to put a -pardon the pun- kink in their relationship. So with a buck he rolls them over until Michael's flat on his back. Holding down Michael with one hand, he puts the man's wrists in cuffs linking them to the headboard. The image is vastly different then the ones of Remus' past, and as Remus starts to fuck Michael his opinion of shackles begins to rewrite itself.
*
Michael is in the washroom when Remus comes home. "I've got a surprise" the man calls out, and Remus isn't sure if he should be petrified or delighted. He settles for wary and sits on the couch, waiting for Michael to reveal whatever it is.
He drifts off for an indeterminate time, always tired the few days after the moon. He wakes up to Michael yelling "What do you think?"
Michael's in what looks to be parts of a Hogwarts uniform. He's got a seventh year's shirt and his old Ravenclaw tie, but that's where his ability to infiltrate Hogwarts as a student stops. Remus can't stop staring as he takes in the second year girl's skirt just barely skimming his thighs. It's obscene enough before Michael whirls and the bit of cloth flies up revealing the man isn't wearing pants.
"I think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Michael beams before joining Remus on the couch.
*
The tenth Friday they go out for dinner, the dynamic changes. They've chosen a different place to eat, forgoing the normal restaurant for a bar with a couple of tables on the far side of the dance floor. It's hard to look deeply into Michael's eyes with beams of colour flashing all around him.
The dance floor is comprised of nearly all under twenty fives. Remus sticks out severely, especially beside his eighteen year old boyfriend. But after Michael finishes his small plate of crisps, he stands and pulls Remus to the floor. He begins rutting on him in tune to the music, and Remus' discomfort at being the oldest man in the room quickly fades.
An hour later they're in the alley outside the club, Michael's arse undoubtedly cold and scratching against the rough brick. Michael seems as turned on by the blowjob as he is by the fact that Remus is doing it, as judged by his words.
"Ohh yeah, never thought you would, fuck, GODS, fuck, Remus, so proud, shite."
Remus has no doubt that Michael has had sex in many a public forum. But this is the first time Remus has initiated an alternative form of sex, and Michael seems to love him for it. With a mouth full of cock, he vows to research more things they can do together.