Forty-One

[m4moony]

Date: Saturday, 10 March, 2001
Time: roughly 8am-ish
Location: Spinner's End
Characters Involved: Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, only
Rating: PGish, I think, for now, we'll see ;-)

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[subtle_simmer]

Having agreed to this next level - wanting it with near desperation, himself - the slow, teasing removal was nothing short of exquisite torment. Soft sounds of frustration were lost in heated kisses as Severus fisted his hand tightly in Remus' hair, the other hand twisted into the bedding to keep from helping the process.

"Bloody tease," he accused between demanding kisses. At last the shirt was open, and he sat up long enough to shrug out of the sleeves, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. He barely took enough time to remove his wand from the pocket and set it with uncharacteristic inattention on the bedside table.

"Gods!" he gasped as Remus' warm hand caressed over his yearning skin. Muscles trembled beneath the touch as though flesh was leaping in joyous welcome to the long-sought contact. A sharp his of pleasure escaped him as the curious hand ghosted past an almost painfully-sensitive nipple. He'd had opportunity to learn how much he enjoyed touching Remus, learning the planes, angles and ridges of skin, muscle and bones.

This was his first true taste of how desperately he yearned for Remus' touch, himself.

Severus' groan was twin to Remus' as the werewolf returned to his embrace at last, skin to skin, chest to chest, his slightly hairier one creating interesting patterns of friction between them. He again entwined their legs together, as though to entrap Remus just where he was, delicious pressure against his now rigid, aching hardness.

Breathless, lost in a spiral of sensory delight, held secure in Remus' arms, his hips rocked in restless, instinctive rhythm. His head arched back in pleasure as Remus' breath danced across the sensitive skin of his throat, he moaned softly. Remus' thick mane of hair along his jaw was too much temptation, leaving him no choice but to nuzzle his way through the soft mass to find an ear to nip and suck.

"Yes," he agreed in a soft, sibilant hiss. A hand again entangled itself through Remus' luxurious hair. His grip tightened at the graze of teeth, eagerly encouraging firmer contact. A shudder of pleasure coursed through him.

"Much better...," he murmured his breathless approval.

[m4moony]

Beneath the haze of desire, a war was waged sluggishly in Remus' mind. That burning need to mark and claim was an almost palpable force within him, spurred on by the emotional yearning to make Severus his and the primal instincts so prominent this close to the Full Moon. Only a thin veneer of fear held him back.

A very thin veneer...

...that snapped under the combined sensation of tightening fingers in his hair and the press of flesh against rather than away from his mouth. Letting the growl that had been building in his throat rumble free, he gave in to primitive drives and bit down firmly into the soft, warm flesh at the base of the throat, just where it begins to curve into the shoulder.

Eight moons earlier, this man had offered his throat to the wolf -- the real wolf. For one moment, the world had stopped. Nothing seemed to move. Even the very breath of the man in canine form had paused. In that second, the deepest levels of consciousness had finally clicked, fear and want, man and wolf, melding into one thought -- must have.

Remus had been running away from that visceral, gut-wrenching reaction ever since.

Now he had stopped running. He had embraced this raw, savage part of him that seemed more suited to antediluvian times.

And, nothing had ever felt as intense. Beyond the physical pleasure created by the slow, subtle rocking motion of his body, causing his chest to rub in light circles against Severus', bringing stiff, aching flesh into contact with the equally rigid, eager flesh of the other man, there was a fierce exultation singing through his blood unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was hot and strong and almost suffocating in it's perfection.

For the span of heartbeats there was no focus but the taste of Severus' skin, the scent of Severus' skin, the feel of Severus'. Somehow, he managed enough control to only press deeply into the skin without breaking or (he hoped) bruising from the bite directly. He could not help sucking lightly at the skin held trapped beneath his teeth and one hand wound itself into Severus' hair, matching the strong grip in his own wild locks, -- though whether to anchor Severus for further explorations or Remus in the tide of sensation coursing through him was yet to be determined.

It was the growl still rumbling loudly through his own chest that finally reached him in his dark euphoria. As the sound registered in his mind, brown eyes snapped open in sudden fear and he broke the contact with a harsh gasp.

"Oh gods!" He nearly flung himself to one side to land on his side with a groan of pain at the sudden shift of position, legs still tangled in Severus', breath coming in desperate pants. One hand reached tentatively for the angry red mark now adorning the base of the other man's throat. "Gods, Severus. I lost control. I'm sorry."