The Art of Dog-Keeping, PG/NC17
Title: Tha Art of Dog-Keeping
Rating: PG/NC17
Pairing: RL/SS
Challenge: Trading Places on lupin_snape
Summary: Two pics for dungeons_master's story The Art of Dog Keeping.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter nor am I making any money with this.
I always forget to add the part of the fic the art is about...
By the third time he was quite pissed off. It hadn’t been the best of days, so when he opened the door and saw in front of him an enormous beast with its paw still raised up, his first reaction was to shut the door and slump against it, his heart accelerating as if it wanted to escape from his ribcage. He took several (or a hundred) calming breaths, replaying the scene in his mind. The beast had seemed as scared as he was, which was strange considering its intimidating dimensions. From the glimpse he’d caught, it had to be at least half his height and a bit scrawny, which didn’t bode well if it meant it was famished.
Severus had no intention of becoming the beast’s dinner.
He moved from the door to the window and watched as the enormous shadow slumped, then turned back and left, slowly, for the path to the mountain.
Only after he couldn’t see movement anymore did he relax enough to go and make himself a fortifying cup of tea.
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He tried to relax, but it really had been a long time, and he couldn’t help biting his lips to stop a small gasp of discomfort.
Lupin kissed the abused lip and lapped away the hurt, while pushing as slowly as he could. He could feel the tension in the man’s body, from the effort of breaching him gently, and bore down until Lupin was fully inside. He enjoyed the moment for a while, panting, with his eyes closed and all his other senses awake, until Lupin bit his lobe tenderly and asked for permission to move in a harsh voice.
Severus just nodded, and it was enough for the werewolf to start thrusting in and out slowly, his small puffs of breath caressing Severus’ neck where his skin was sensitive from the scar Nagini had left on him that fateful night. Lupin mapped that same spot with his lips, while his thrusts grew more frantic, and Severus wound his legs around the man’s hips once again, this time undulating at the same pace as Lupin’s thrusts, meeting them one by one.
Rating: PG/NC17
Pairing: RL/SS
Challenge: Trading Places on lupin_snape
Summary: Two pics for dungeons_master's story The Art of Dog Keeping.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter nor am I making any money with this.
I always forget to add the part of the fic the art is about...
By the third time he was quite pissed off. It hadn’t been the best of days, so when he opened the door and saw in front of him an enormous beast with its paw still raised up, his first reaction was to shut the door and slump against it, his heart accelerating as if it wanted to escape from his ribcage. He took several (or a hundred) calming breaths, replaying the scene in his mind. The beast had seemed as scared as he was, which was strange considering its intimidating dimensions. From the glimpse he’d caught, it had to be at least half his height and a bit scrawny, which didn’t bode well if it meant it was famished.
Severus had no intention of becoming the beast’s dinner.
He moved from the door to the window and watched as the enormous shadow slumped, then turned back and left, slowly, for the path to the mountain.
Only after he couldn’t see movement anymore did he relax enough to go and make himself a fortifying cup of tea.
-----------------
He tried to relax, but it really had been a long time, and he couldn’t help biting his lips to stop a small gasp of discomfort.
Lupin kissed the abused lip and lapped away the hurt, while pushing as slowly as he could. He could feel the tension in the man’s body, from the effort of breaching him gently, and bore down until Lupin was fully inside. He enjoyed the moment for a while, panting, with his eyes closed and all his other senses awake, until Lupin bit his lobe tenderly and asked for permission to move in a harsh voice.
Severus just nodded, and it was enough for the werewolf to start thrusting in and out slowly, his small puffs of breath caressing Severus’ neck where his skin was sensitive from the scar Nagini had left on him that fateful night. Lupin mapped that same spot with his lips, while his thrusts grew more frantic, and Severus wound his legs around the man’s hips once again, this time undulating at the same pace as Lupin’s thrusts, meeting them one by one.
