Fic: HP, (rl/omc), drabble, "can he make you feel as i do?"
Title: "can he make you feel as i do?"
Word Count: 100
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: R, probably
Warnings: Dark bizarre sex, bloodplay
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin, Max Krause (OMC); Remus/Max Krause (OMC)
Disclaimer: The character Remus Lupin is property of JKRowling. The character Max Krause is original and mine. No profit is being made from this.
Author's Notes: Remus POV. Lollyverse. Song "Howl" by Florence + the Machine, discovered some time after this was written. I found it quite fitting and thought to include it; love the religious imagery in the lyrics for Max.
Hot night, boiling over in your veins as hands grope and touch, pull and tear at hair and hips, stripping you of clothing and humanity along with his own, sweat, saliva, moaning as his tongue curves along your clavicle, sinking canines into the flesh of your neck and shoulder, slick as your blood coats his hands and he licks it off, snap of jaw, growl, bloodsticky bellies sliding together, pushing, teeth gripping tightly and head thrown back howling, shoulders sharply rising - hackles, scrabble for purchase as the burning racing damning cursing beast bursts through, hardly a kiss; this is freedom.
Word Count: 100
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: R, probably
Warnings: Dark bizarre sex, bloodplay
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin, Max Krause (OMC); Remus/Max Krause (OMC)
Disclaimer: The character Remus Lupin is property of JKRowling. The character Max Krause is original and mine. No profit is being made from this.
Author's Notes: Remus POV. Lollyverse. Song "Howl" by Florence + the Machine, discovered some time after this was written. I found it quite fitting and thought to include it; love the religious imagery in the lyrics for Max.
Hot night, boiling over in your veins as hands grope and touch, pull and tear at hair and hips, stripping you of clothing and humanity along with his own, sweat, saliva, moaning as his tongue curves along your clavicle, sinking canines into the flesh of your neck and shoulder, slick as your blood coats his hands and he licks it off, snap of jaw, growl, bloodsticky bellies sliding together, pushing, teeth gripping tightly and head thrown back howling, shoulders sharply rising - hackles, scrabble for purchase as the burning racing damning cursing beast bursts through, hardly a kiss; this is freedom.
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