Fic: "Roses and Lace" (Snupin!, NC-17)
Well, this was the drabble that wouldn't end. *laughs* It has made itself a fic (1000 words exactly), something I hope queen_liah will enjoy.
Incidently, this is the first time that I've written Snupin!
Title: "Roses and Lace"
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: D/s, light bondage, spanking, frills, and a rose quartz buttplug
He gritted his teeth, fingers tight on the edge of his desk. Of all the daft, idiotic-
"I can hear you grinding your teeth, Severus. You'll not have any left. And that would be a pity."
Of all the nerve... to use that tone with him, casual, intimiate, sly. He wouldn't stand- or bend over- for it. "Yes, I'm quite certain you'd be distraught were I to lose my teeth, Lupin."
He started to straighten but Lupin's hand closed on the back of his neck again, forcing his face back to the desk. "I told you not to move, Severus. You should know better."
And with that, he slammed his hand roughly down onto Severus' arse. Severus yelped, jolting forward then crying out again as his half-hard cock jarred against the wooded edge of the desk.
"I told you not to move. You’ll only make this worse. And no doubt, hurt yourself in the process.”
”Go suck a troll, Lupin.”
He laughed. That bastard laughed at him and Severus fought against the binding spell that was holding him down to the desk like some sort of prostrate novitiate.
“No, thanks. I really wouldn’t want to deprive you of your pastime as there are a limited number of trolls around here, and what if I were to suck your one true trollish love?”
Before Severus could snark out a reply, something cold and slick was pressing between his arse cheeks. His eyes snapped wide and his cock throbbed to full hardness, preventing him from speaking. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the pressure increased, off center from his arse. He groaned rather pitifully at the pain.
“Problem, Severus? I know you like these. You know you like these.”
“I’d like them better if you weren't using it like a twelve year old virgin with bad aim,” he bit out.
That earned him another slap on his arse, the hot burn in the same location as before belying his words. But Lupin shifted it to the right position and Severus felt himself relax. The buttplug started to slide into his arse, achingly empty since the last time Lupin had allowed- forced him to keep one. This one, rose quartz, carefully shaped and polished by his own hands, the weight enough to pull at his arse, to shift constantly as he went to lessons. Severus moaned, the tapered end stretching him open then pausing.
He had to breathe steadily for a few moments to keep from begging. When he finally spoke, his voice was still not as sharp as he would have wished. “Get on with it, Lupin.”
Lupin snarled, low and lupine behind him, then suddenly thrust the plug home, forcing it deep into Severus’ arse. Severus shouted against the desk, freezing, tense, balls too tight. A burning pain at the back of his scalp and his hands were released as he was dragged up by his hair. His arse closed down around the narrow neck of the plug, leaving (he knew) only the flat shield outside of him. Breath came hot over his ear as his cock was gripped in something firm, but covered in ridges. He looked down as best he could for the hand in his hair and the hook of his nose, but he caught enough of a glimpse to release that Lupin had wrapped his hand in the dress shirt he had been wearing and the frills of lace were rubbing, stroking tight around his cock.
“Tell me that you like it, Severus. Ask me to let you come.”
He was losing his resolve, the bitter words that rested so frequently on his tongue were gone, lost in the fullness of his arse and the throbbing of his cock. “I like it.”
Lupin tsked against his ear then twisted his lace-covered hand up over the head of Severus’ cock, making him gasp. “I don’t believe you.”
“You know I fucking like it, you sadist.”
Lupin chuckled again then licked along the shell of Severus’ ear. And Severus let the wet tickle drag him over into myriad of sensations that Remus was creating in him. “Let me come. Need to come.”
Remus spoke softly, hand not stopping its steady progress, up and down, up and down. “That’s not enough, Severus. You know that.”
Severus rolled his hips back to Remus, head dropping back to rest on his shoulder, long throat exposed, lips ghosting over the low stubble on Remus’ jaw. “Please. Please let me come. Make me come. Please. Remus.”
With a growl of satisfaction, Remus focused his attention on the head of Severus’ cock, rolling tightly over it over and over, before finally biting down on his throat.
Severus shouted, body arcing, then the heat rushed through him, throbbing down from the digging pressure of Remus’ teeth until it was all he was. Faster and faster the pleasure washed over him, and he pulsed out his release into the white lace of his dress shirt.
Remus released the skin of his throat, nosing at it as if he could smell his mark there then stepped away, lowering Severus back to the desk. He was too dazed to object, and he spread his legs apart in anticipation of Remus’ cock replacing the now warmed stone.
“Not tonight, Severus. You’ll need to beg nicer than that.” The plug in his arse suddenly burned with heat which faded an instant later, and Severus made a muffled sound of inquiry. “But until then, you can keep this. Come to me when you’re desperate enough to beg and I’ll take the charm off.”
Severus turned his head, trying to look at Lupin. He couldn’t be serious. But, oh fuck, that look on his face… he was.
“Goodnight, Severus.” A slow smirk and a knowing glance, and Remus left, shutting the door behind him, leaving Severus naked, plugged, and panting against the table.
“Fucking sadist.” But, in the emptiness of the room, the words were spoken without venom.
Feedback will be bitten. With love.
Incidently, this is the first time that I've written Snupin!
Title: "Roses and Lace"
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: D/s, light bondage, spanking, frills, and a rose quartz buttplug
He gritted his teeth, fingers tight on the edge of his desk. Of all the daft, idiotic-
"I can hear you grinding your teeth, Severus. You'll not have any left. And that would be a pity."
Of all the nerve... to use that tone with him, casual, intimiate, sly. He wouldn't stand- or bend over- for it. "Yes, I'm quite certain you'd be distraught were I to lose my teeth, Lupin."
He started to straighten but Lupin's hand closed on the back of his neck again, forcing his face back to the desk. "I told you not to move, Severus. You should know better."
And with that, he slammed his hand roughly down onto Severus' arse. Severus yelped, jolting forward then crying out again as his half-hard cock jarred against the wooded edge of the desk.
"I told you not to move. You’ll only make this worse. And no doubt, hurt yourself in the process.”
”Go suck a troll, Lupin.”
He laughed. That bastard laughed at him and Severus fought against the binding spell that was holding him down to the desk like some sort of prostrate novitiate.
“No, thanks. I really wouldn’t want to deprive you of your pastime as there are a limited number of trolls around here, and what if I were to suck your one true trollish love?”
Before Severus could snark out a reply, something cold and slick was pressing between his arse cheeks. His eyes snapped wide and his cock throbbed to full hardness, preventing him from speaking. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the pressure increased, off center from his arse. He groaned rather pitifully at the pain.
“Problem, Severus? I know you like these. You know you like these.”
“I’d like them better if you weren't using it like a twelve year old virgin with bad aim,” he bit out.
That earned him another slap on his arse, the hot burn in the same location as before belying his words. But Lupin shifted it to the right position and Severus felt himself relax. The buttplug started to slide into his arse, achingly empty since the last time Lupin had allowed- forced him to keep one. This one, rose quartz, carefully shaped and polished by his own hands, the weight enough to pull at his arse, to shift constantly as he went to lessons. Severus moaned, the tapered end stretching him open then pausing.
He had to breathe steadily for a few moments to keep from begging. When he finally spoke, his voice was still not as sharp as he would have wished. “Get on with it, Lupin.”
Lupin snarled, low and lupine behind him, then suddenly thrust the plug home, forcing it deep into Severus’ arse. Severus shouted against the desk, freezing, tense, balls too tight. A burning pain at the back of his scalp and his hands were released as he was dragged up by his hair. His arse closed down around the narrow neck of the plug, leaving (he knew) only the flat shield outside of him. Breath came hot over his ear as his cock was gripped in something firm, but covered in ridges. He looked down as best he could for the hand in his hair and the hook of his nose, but he caught enough of a glimpse to release that Lupin had wrapped his hand in the dress shirt he had been wearing and the frills of lace were rubbing, stroking tight around his cock.
“Tell me that you like it, Severus. Ask me to let you come.”
He was losing his resolve, the bitter words that rested so frequently on his tongue were gone, lost in the fullness of his arse and the throbbing of his cock. “I like it.”
Lupin tsked against his ear then twisted his lace-covered hand up over the head of Severus’ cock, making him gasp. “I don’t believe you.”
“You know I fucking like it, you sadist.”
Lupin chuckled again then licked along the shell of Severus’ ear. And Severus let the wet tickle drag him over into myriad of sensations that Remus was creating in him. “Let me come. Need to come.”
Remus spoke softly, hand not stopping its steady progress, up and down, up and down. “That’s not enough, Severus. You know that.”
Severus rolled his hips back to Remus, head dropping back to rest on his shoulder, long throat exposed, lips ghosting over the low stubble on Remus’ jaw. “Please. Please let me come. Make me come. Please. Remus.”
With a growl of satisfaction, Remus focused his attention on the head of Severus’ cock, rolling tightly over it over and over, before finally biting down on his throat.
Severus shouted, body arcing, then the heat rushed through him, throbbing down from the digging pressure of Remus’ teeth until it was all he was. Faster and faster the pleasure washed over him, and he pulsed out his release into the white lace of his dress shirt.
Remus released the skin of his throat, nosing at it as if he could smell his mark there then stepped away, lowering Severus back to the desk. He was too dazed to object, and he spread his legs apart in anticipation of Remus’ cock replacing the now warmed stone.
“Not tonight, Severus. You’ll need to beg nicer than that.” The plug in his arse suddenly burned with heat which faded an instant later, and Severus made a muffled sound of inquiry. “But until then, you can keep this. Come to me when you’re desperate enough to beg and I’ll take the charm off.”
Severus turned his head, trying to look at Lupin. He couldn’t be serious. But, oh fuck, that look on his face… he was.
“Goodnight, Severus.” A slow smirk and a knowing glance, and Remus left, shutting the door behind him, leaving Severus naked, plugged, and panting against the table.
“Fucking sadist.” But, in the emptiness of the room, the words were spoken without venom.
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