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Who: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape
Where: Remus' flat in Edinburgh
When: 5 September 2001 (backdated)
Rating: NC-17 for strong (and we do mean strong) adult content.
Status: Complete

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"Just think, I may do some damage should you call me names," Remus murmured. Truth be told, he didn't mind being called an idiot so much when it came from Severus' lips. Somehow the insult could almost be said with a hint of (dare he say) endearment?

There was something to seeing Severus sitting on the edge -- no, laying on his bed that was more than arousing. He chuckled as Severus tried to toe his boots off to no avail. Remus knelt on the floor in front of the offending boots, running his hands up and under the trouser legs to touch bare skin. Downward once more his hands trailed, to the boots and aided in the removal process. First the left, then the right, Remus pushing the trouser legs high enough up to run the tip of his tongue along his calves.

"Who said anything about name calling?" Severus shot back. From him, idiot was like being called 'you' by other people. "Especially when you do that," he moaned as he felt Remus' tongue moving over his calf

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Severus sucked in a sharp breath at the nails down his back, the little furrows of fire they left in their wake and it caught in his chest at Remus' words. "You assume that I wish to rush this?" He asked, voice low and dangerous, punctuated by the slow downward grind of his hips.

"Too many things are ruined by rushing. Mistakes are made." Mistakes that Severus did not want to make. Oh, he wanted and badly so, but not bad enough to ensure that Remus would only want to do this once with him. "Where do you keep what I need?"

"I merely..." Remus sucked in a breath that had nothing to do with his words but had everything to do with the relationship of their bodies to one another. "I haven't... bottomed in quite some time," Remus replied, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. He closed his eyes. He did not want to rush this either. It had been far too long since he had felt so inflamed by another man's touch

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"It only takes the --" A low moan and whimper "-- right actions to do so," Remus continued, his fingers twisting in the sheets. His body was like some fine instrument that up until now had never met an expert player. Sirius had known how to touch and move him and so, Remus was quickly learning, so did Severus. The thought should have concerned him more than it really did.

Remus moved against Severus' hand, feeling his body at last beginning to adjust to the hand inside him. He was fast growing impatient though, wanting the feel of Severus inside him. Wanting and needing: lately two rather foreign emotions.

That whimper was going to be the end of him and Severus was going to die a very happy man. "The right actions?" Trailing the tip of his tongue up the tendons in his neck, Severus nipped at his earlobe. "Remus," he murmured, voice low and raspy, the 's' hissing out through his teeth

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It was another moment before Severus finally did move. A moment with his eyes closed, breath hissing in and out of his nose and the feeling of Remus-- around him, under him, legs and hands both holding onto him, but nothing as intimate as the other grip that Remus' body held on his prick.

With a quiet exhalation, Severus sank deeper, briefly wondering if Remus would rise against him again, but it was enough that he had done it once. It was enough for him to remember as his skin dragged over Remus', feeling the hard length between their bodies as his own moved deeper into the other wizard. "Remus," he breathed again when he could go no further and moaned, stilling there for a moment so he could remember it later, when memories were all he had left.

And then he moved again, drawing out slowly as his mouth trailed over Remus' jaw, mapping with lips and teeth.

Vaguely, Remus was wondering why Severus was taking so damn long. He wasn't impatient by nature, but with Severus' length slowly sliding into him, he wanted everything now and

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"And I... should be good enough... to accomodate you, should I?" A brief smirk flitted across his lips, chased away when Severus tightened his lips to keep hold of the moan threatening to come out. "Very well," he murmured, not sounding nearly as put out as he could have as he leaned back, hand only temporarily leaving Remus' length for his hip. Both hands gripped his hips tightly and Severus glanced at his face again as if to be sure before he tugged on him hard, pulling his hips off the bed and into his lap instead, his length sinking that much deeper into Remus. This time, there was no stopping the moan that broke free and Severus bit his lip to keep any more inside.

One experimental roll of his hips pushed him deeper inside, enough to leave him gasping before he gave into Remus' pleas and gave it his all, one hand leaving Remus' hip to grasp his prick again. "Better?" He asked as he gave another roll of his hips that buried him inside.

How Severus was still able to tease (with words, that is) was completely and totally beyond