Yet another...
Another delightful (for me anyway) collaboration with busaikko. This time, it is not crack fic. No, really. A nice, simple, fluffy little piece of porn.
It all started with dinner at the busaikko abode and mini-busaikko wanting Mommy to 'tickle the goldfish.' Now, that produced all kinds of thoughts - none of which were fit for the dining table, but which were generously shared on LJ. I started it off and - as fate would have it - it continued.
This little fic is AU. Snape and Lupin on a commuter train...
(The breaks indicate a change in author.)
Tickling the Goldfish
"Turn around." Lupin breathed softly in Snape's ear.
Snape scowled as he fought to turn in the crowded train. "What for?"
Lupin grinned as he sank onto the just-vacated seat behind him. He slipped his hands under Snape's long coat and pulled his hips firmly forward so that Snape had to step between Lupin's feet to keep his balance.
"Lupin!" Snape hissed as he felt warm hands lower the zip on his trousers and reach inside his clothing. "For God's sake!"
Lupin leaned forward, hiding his face between the open folds of Snape's trench coat.
"Lupin, for God's sake!"
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Snape reached up blindly and grabbed hold of the plastic ring to keep his balance. Just in time, too, for the train swayed to the left, heading down towards the tunnel. Severus was jostled forwards and fought for footing; that he was also fucking Lupin's mouth with every push and shove was incidental, but terrifyingly erotic.
He could feel the vibration in his cock of every rail, every nail, every sway of the train as it plunged into darkness.
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The lights sputtered and went out, and a collective groan went up from the bodies packed together like sardines in the dark. Once again, Snape was jostled from behind. Not that he minded a great deal, or even noticed much, as the thrust sent his cock deep into Lupin’s throat. He reached up and grasped the ring with his other hand as well, letting his body be rocked and bumped, uncaring as his head tipped back and his moan was swallowed by the noise and darkness of the hurtling train.
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Lupin was doing that thing with his tongue, snaking it restlessly around Snape's cock, and Snape thrust violently forward, propelled less by the woman behind him with the suitcase and skis than by sheer blind desire. The train swayed; Snape came, his knees giving out and his weight caught on the ring.
He was aware of intense brightness on his eyelids; opening his eyes, he found that the tunnel had been traversed. Somehow, his trousers were done up, and Lupin sat in front of him, reading his trashy paperback.
"You've got a little... here," he said, fingering the corner of his mouth. Lupin didn't look up, but he reached up one finger to wipe his mouth, and then sucked it clean.
~fin~
It all started with dinner at the busaikko abode and mini-busaikko wanting Mommy to 'tickle the goldfish.' Now, that produced all kinds of thoughts - none of which were fit for the dining table, but which were generously shared on LJ. I started it off and - as fate would have it - it continued.
This little fic is AU. Snape and Lupin on a commuter train...
(The breaks indicate a change in author.)
Tickling the Goldfish
"Turn around." Lupin breathed softly in Snape's ear.
Snape scowled as he fought to turn in the crowded train. "What for?"
Lupin grinned as he sank onto the just-vacated seat behind him. He slipped his hands under Snape's long coat and pulled his hips firmly forward so that Snape had to step between Lupin's feet to keep his balance.
"Lupin!" Snape hissed as he felt warm hands lower the zip on his trousers and reach inside his clothing. "For God's sake!"
Lupin leaned forward, hiding his face between the open folds of Snape's trench coat.
"Lupin, for God's sake!"
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Snape reached up blindly and grabbed hold of the plastic ring to keep his balance. Just in time, too, for the train swayed to the left, heading down towards the tunnel. Severus was jostled forwards and fought for footing; that he was also fucking Lupin's mouth with every push and shove was incidental, but terrifyingly erotic.
He could feel the vibration in his cock of every rail, every nail, every sway of the train as it plunged into darkness.
-------------------------
The lights sputtered and went out, and a collective groan went up from the bodies packed together like sardines in the dark. Once again, Snape was jostled from behind. Not that he minded a great deal, or even noticed much, as the thrust sent his cock deep into Lupin’s throat. He reached up and grasped the ring with his other hand as well, letting his body be rocked and bumped, uncaring as his head tipped back and his moan was swallowed by the noise and darkness of the hurtling train.
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Lupin was doing that thing with his tongue, snaking it restlessly around Snape's cock, and Snape thrust violently forward, propelled less by the woman behind him with the suitcase and skis than by sheer blind desire. The train swayed; Snape came, his knees giving out and his weight caught on the ring.
He was aware of intense brightness on his eyelids; opening his eyes, he found that the tunnel had been traversed. Somehow, his trousers were done up, and Lupin sat in front of him, reading his trashy paperback.
"You've got a little... here," he said, fingering the corner of his mouth. Lupin didn't look up, but he reached up one finger to wipe his mouth, and then sucked it clean.
~fin~