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
Severus lasted for a few more seconds, trying to commit all that he could to memory -- the way that Remus moved, how he sounded, the way his legs squeezed around his hips and Merlin forbid if he would ever forget how the muscles around him tightened. "Remus," he rasped against his throat, fingertips digging into his hip. The name came out of him again, repeated with each harsh breath as Severus arched and drove forward, his orgasm whiting out his vision and ripping a cry from his throat.
He never noticed that it was Remus' name. Not even when thought returned a few moments later and he stilled against Remus, breaths coming hard.
This time, somehow, seemed different. True he had had lovers in the past and at the risk of sounding poetic or even sentimental -- this was simply different. Remus rode both his own orgasm and Severus' that came so soon after. He was vaguely aware of the additional weight pressing against his body when Severus collapsed against him. Remus' hands raised, almost shaking, to rest against the small of Severus'
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He felt the movement beside him rather than saw it. Remus shivered, the kiss nearly tender. Whatever 'change' had happened, he wondered if Severus would remain like this or if it was a one-time only deal. The only way to know for certain was to see how they would interact the next time they were alone.
When Severus moved away, Remus lifted his head; eyes opening. He watched his lover (Remus supposed that was the right term) for a moment before moving himself, curling against Severus, his front to the other man's back. Lightly, Remus placed a hand on Severus' hip, almost possessively before closing his eyes once more.
Severus opened his eyes to look down at the hand curled possessively around his hip. There it was again, that possessiveness and he rolled his shoulder back so he could look at Remus' face. "If you are not going to tolerate someone else touching me, I do hope you know that I would require the same from you." He'd be a Gryffindor before he allowed Remus something he wasn't allowed to have.
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He never noticed that it was Remus' name. Not even when thought returned a few moments later and he stilled against Remus, breaths coming hard.
This time, somehow, seemed different. True he had had lovers in the past and at the risk of sounding poetic or even sentimental -- this was simply different. Remus rode both his own orgasm and Severus' that came so soon after. He was vaguely aware of the additional weight pressing against his body when Severus collapsed against him. Remus' hands raised, almost shaking, to rest against the small of Severus' ( ... )
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When Severus moved away, Remus lifted his head; eyes opening. He watched his lover (Remus supposed that was the right term) for a moment before moving himself, curling against Severus, his front to the other man's back. Lightly, Remus placed a hand on Severus' hip, almost possessively before closing his eyes once more.
Severus opened his eyes to look down at the hand curled possessively around his hip. There it was again, that possessiveness and he rolled his shoulder back so he could look at Remus' face. "If you are not going to tolerate someone else touching me, I do hope you know that I would require the same from you." He'd be a Gryffindor before he allowed Remus something he wasn't allowed to have.
Remus lifted a brow, leaning ( ... )
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