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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, The_Hogwarts
      Library
  Additional Tags:
      Slash, Underage_Sex, Library_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Play, First
      Time, BDSM, Light_BDSM, Light_Bondage, Light_Dom/sub, Rough_Sex, Rimming,
      Fingerfucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-19 Updated: 2013-01-03 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6794
****** Most Potente ******
by whisperingswan
Summary
     Encounters in the Hogwarts library between several couples.
      
     1. 17 year old Lucius finds 14 year old Severus in the library, in
     the middle of a chilly night.
     2. Sirius and Remus enjoy themselves in the library one night during
     the Christmas holidays.
      
     (Underage sex, but consensual)
***** Lucius and Severus *****
His hot breath materialized in front of him before fading away as quickly as it
came. Soft, quick bursts of shadowy powder, small clouds of feathery white
fluff. They colored the window in front of him with delicate, small circles of
condensation. Miniscule beads of moisture began to bead up after a few minutes
of continuous warmth coming from the young man's lips.
Severus's hands shook as they flipped through the thick, crumbling pages of the
book he had propped up on the windowsill. He could barely feel his numbing
fingertips, and he glanced out the window with tired, hooded eyes. It had to be
past three o clock, but Severus made no move to leave the deserted library.
The frigid air of the darkened room seemed to suffocate him as he tried to read
the ancient tome. The Slytherin squinted his eyes, trying to read the tiny
handwritten print with only the moonlight streaming through the window
illuminating the page. He didn't dare light a lantern, for fear of being
discovered. He couldn't deal with repercussions of being caught. Not right now.
Unable to find the potion recipe he had been seeking, Severus closed to book in
frustration. In his three years at Hogwarts, the library had been a sanctuary
for the lonely boy. The books and scrolls never seemed to ridicule him or
attack his character, unlike the castle's students. The young man shut his eyes
tight, trying not to think of the day's bullying and teasing he received at the
hands of James Potter and his gaggle of friends, especially Sirius Black. The
handsome boy always had a biting remark for Severus, and although Severus
either ignored him or often retorted with a nasty word or two, it still felt
like a knife was being twisted throughout his stomach. The fact was that
Severus was truly very alone, and he felt his isolation keenly, especially at
times like this.
Letting out an almost inaudible whimper, Severus slid to the cold ground,
shaking with chills and repressed tears. But just as he was about let out his
inner pain, he heard a rustle of fabric from his left.
Covering his mouth, Severus froze. He glanced into the darkness that was the
cavernous library but saw no one. Just as his breathing slowed, he heard a
silken voice whisper, "Good evening, Severus".
Jumping to his feet within half a second, Severus whipped around and stared
into the barely lit face of Lucius Malfoy. Severus sucked in his breath as he
took in the other boy's appearance. The older boy's silvery long hair was out
of its customary ponytail, and fell around his pale face in jostled waves. He
wore nothing but a heavy velvet dressing gown, and brandished no wand or
candle. Shadows danced around his face and lips as he smirked, and his
translucent blue eyes shone in an ethereal way in the moonlit aisle. He stepped
closer to Severus, who was shaking with nervousness.
"A little late to be reading, don't you think?" Lucius drawled, pulling his
robe around him tightly.
Severus looked at the floor, and swallowed audibly. "I'm sorry, Lucius, I
couldn't sleep, and the libr–" he would have continued, but was stopped by
Lucius swooping closer to him, almost pressing his chest into his. Severus
gasped lightly, and Lucius smiled again, less sarcastically now, and he brought
a chilly hand up to Severus's angled cheekbone.
"Such a lovely face, my dear Severus," Lucius whispered, as he ran his thumb
along Snape's jaw line. His breath and touch were warm against the younger
man's cold skin, and in spite of himself Severus found himself leaning into the
Prefect's touch. At this Lucius smiled, and brought a hand around to Severus's
waist, and pulled him into him even closer so he could lean down and speak into
Severus's ear. "And such melancholy eyes. Dark and enchanting as a stormy sea."
Lucius's own eyes peered into Severus's inky black ones, not in a threatening
way, but almost admiring, and full of questions. The boy trembled beneath his
touch, but his eyes fluttered closed as Lucius's thumb brushed his bottom lip.
He held the blonde's gaze as his breathing became a bit more labored, and
Lucius's eyes closed a bit, his blonde eyelashes nearly resting on his cheeks.
He felt the heat between them build slightly, and Severus became aware of
Lucius's robe slipping apart at his chest. The skin there was so pale it seemed
ghostlike, and before he could stop himself, Severus brought up a trembling
hand to caress the exposed skin. Lucius shuddered and took a sharp intake of
breath at the unexpected touch, and without hesitating, leaned down to lock his
lips with Severus's in a fevered kiss.
Snape tensed as the unexpected kiss, but melted into Lucius's embrace, bringing
his hands up to tangle in the other boy's silky hair. Lucius moaned softly and
delicately licked Severus's bottom lip, begging the younger boy to open his
mouth to him, which he hesitantly did after a few moments.
 
Lucius groaned and swiftly lifted up Severus so he was propped up on the
windowsill. Fumbling with the younger boy's robes, he pushed the heavy fabric
to the sides, and feeling Severus's hot breath on his shoulders, Lucius slipped
a hand down the younger man's trousers and lightly ran his fingertips along his
inner thigh. Severus gasped loudly and clutched at Lucius's hair, and he felt
the older boy smile into his neck before he began to roughly bite and lick the
tender skin there. Feeling Severus squirm under his ministrations and whimper
into his ears lit a fire inside of Lucius, and he growled as he dug his nails
into the soft skin of Severus's thigh. The younger boy cried out, and Lucius
quickly kissed him on the lips in apology for the rough treatment. He leaned to
murmur in his ear, "You're so beautiful, sweet Severus," delighting in the
shudder that ran up Severus's body as he nipped his earlobe, "I've wanted you
from the moment I saw you."
Severus's breathing was shallow as Lucius moved his fingers to wrap around his
hardening member. At the first touch he almost pulled away, but Lucius's
fingers gently stroked him and drew a shuttering moan from Severus's lips. He
threw his head back as Lucius brought his fingers up to his own mouth, wet
them, and then returned them to Severus's hot skin, teasing the head with slick
fingers and making Snape shake uncontrollably. He whispered Lucius's name, who
was worshipping his collarbones and chest with his mouth, nipping and suckling
and licking, tasting the boy desperately, as if he feared he would vanish into
thin air. He stopped touching the younger boy and pulled his trousers off of
his legs completely, sucking in his breath as the milky white limbs were
revealed to him. He slid his warming hands up the soft skin, before kneeling
down to softly kiss the fragrant skin of Severus's inner thigh. The boy jumped
as the warm tongue worked its way upward, snaking its way to the base of his
erection, and then sliding up, barely touching it, before Lucius took his mouth
and completely took the younger boy into his warm, wet cavern.
Severus jumped and cried out loudly, and felt Lucius moan a bit as he swirled
his tongue around his aching member. It was the most delicious feeling he'd
ever experienced. The slick, wet heat enveloping his heated skin was
torturously pleasurable, and made his vision fuzz out and pulse with his rapid
heartbeat. He tangled his hands in Lucius's pearly locks, almost involuntarily
pushing his head down closer to his hips. How could this feel so good? Things
didn't feel this intoxicating in reality, this divine. He had to be dreaming.
No one would want to do this for him, really. No one. He glanced down at the
older boy, who had begun to lick the tip of his aching head teasingly, before
twisting a slick palm and fingers around his erection. Severus hissed and
bucked his hips, almost falling off of the windowsill. The treatment was
thorough and fiery, and Severus felt himself becoming close to his peak. He bit
his lip and moaned, "Oh, Lucius…don't stop…"
Lucius moaned eagerly and took Severus fully in his throat, clutching the
younger boy's hips with his hands. His own arousal was painfully hard, and her
ached to take Severus right there and then, without preparation and wildly, but
he tried to quell his nearly murderous lust. He forced himself to remember that
Severus was most likely quite inexperienced, and for a second, he felt a touch
of guilt. His lust had been building up since Severus had been sorted into
Slytherin three years ago. He had tried to throw it aside, to ignore it, but he
couldn't take it anymore. When he had realized Severus was in the library,
alone and lovely as ever, he had made up his mind that he would give the boy as
much pleasure as he truly did deserve. Closing his eyes as he tasted Severus's
sweet skin, he envisioned the younger boy on his back, with his legs wrapped
around Lucius's waist, clutching at his back frantically while screaming his
name. He imagined being deep inside the boy, and the thought almost made him
come. Spurred on by his thoughts, placed his hands on Severus's bare knees and
gently pushed them far apart from one another.
Severus tensed and glanced down at Lucius, who didn't miss a beat as he began
running a finger along the cleft of Severus's rear, slowly massaging the
entrance into the younger boy's body, tenderly but earnestly. Severus jumped
and jerked at the intense sensation, and moaned a bit. The area was so
sensitive, and had never been touched by another before. It sent him over the
edge.
Severus' eyes rolled back into his head as a soft groan built up in his throat,
becoming more shrill as Lucius's mouth engulfed him and his insistent fingers
touched him. The tension from the blood flowing through his erection became so
painful that a few tears ran out of his closed eyes, but the pain was soon
thrown aside by the most intense feeling Severus had ever experienced. He
bucked his hips uncontrollably as his climax took him, causing him to cry out
and sob, and he dug his fingernails into Lucius's shoulders as he came
forcefully.
Finally tasting the warm, nearly sweet liquid that coated Lucius's throat made
his heart flutter and palpitate, and Lucius forced himself not to swallow every
bit of it. Instead he brought his fingers to his mouth and coated them with
Severus's cum, before returned them to their former place. With his index
finger slick with moisture, Lucius easily slid it into Severus's passage with
little resistance. He took advantage of Severus's relaxed state after orgasm to
prepare him. Wanting to mask any discomfort his young lover may feel, he
continued to delicately lick Severus's lax member, making him shudder and
whimper lightly.
Severus's breathing was still heavy, his heart still racing. Sweat covered his
face and neck in a light sheen, and chilled in the cool night air. Severus
coughed a little, and leaned back into the window, cherishing the coldness of
the glass against his back. He barely even noticed that Lucius was still
touching him, his body was so relaxed and numb. The invasion of Lucius's
fingers was not unpleasant. In fact, it felt good. He leaned back onto the
window, his mind barely functioning, his body feeling as light as clouds. He
felt Lucius slip a long finger inside of his passage slowly, and Severus sighed
softly. He felt no pain, and even when Lucius pushed in a second finger,
Severus didn't flinch away. The fingers were slick and gentle, and Lucius moved
them slowly in and out, scissoring them while inside of the boy. While Severus
closed his eyes tightly to concentrate on the pleasure, Lucius lifted him
slightly, and brought his aching member to align with Severus's opening.
Licking his fingers, Lucius then reached down to made the head of his erection
wet, and, biting his lip in anticipation, he slowly began to push inside of the
younger boy. Severus's eyes flew open, full of pain. He leaned forward and
grabbed Lucius's shoulders, and Lucius stopped.
"Shall I continue, dearest? I don't want to hurt you," the blonde boy
whispered, looking questioningly into Severus's pained eyes. His body ached to
possess the boy so badly, but his refused to do anything Severus didn't want.
Leaning forward, he kissed the boy's forehead, which was slick with sweat,
hoping to reassure him. Severus then nodded, and kissed Lucius's lips softly.
"Please, don't stop. I want this. I want…you." The whispered words were so
quiet Lucius had to strain to hear them, but they sent a fire up and down his
spine. Kissing Severus deeply and passionately, he continued to push into the
boy, and slowly he buried himself completely inside of him.
Lucius shuddered at the tight glove that encircled him, and wrapped his arms
around Severus's lower back, listening closely to the other boy's breathing.
Careful not to thrust into him just yet, Lucius kissed his neck and earlobe
while holding him steady, whispering sweet words to the shaking boy. Severus
was breathing shallowly, trying to adjust to the invasion, but sweat poured
from his forehead from the pain. Lucius let out a distressed cry, and licked
away the beads of sweat that rolled down Severus's face. He nearly pulled out,
fearing he was tearing the boy in two, but the Severus stopped him, kissed him
fiercely, even biting his lip, and Lucius's fears were calmed a bit. He thrust
his head to the side to get his disheveled hair out of his face, and looked
Severus in his eyes. "Soon, my darling. It will all be better soon." He brought
a shaking hand up to caress Severus's flushed face, and kissed him tenderly.
Severus whimpered as Lucius shifted a bit, and then bit his bottom lip.
He was so warm. So warm, and tight, and unexplored. Lucius knew the pain would
cease if he moved and found that sweet bundle of nerves inside his lover, so he
gently lifted Severus up off of him, slowly, before pulling him back down. He
angled himself slightly differently, trying to locate Severus's prostate. He
pushed in again, and the startled yelp that came from Severus told him he had
found his mark. Smiling at his success, Lucius kissed Severus again, exploring
his mouth and his thurst in and out, still keeping a steady rhythm, stroking
his new lover's prostate with each stroke. It wasn't long before Severus
relaxed completely and became looser, making it easier for Lucius to move
within him and make them both shake with pleasure. Lucius wrapped his arms
around Severus, lifting him up a bit so he could push himself deeper inside.
The velvety heat enclosing him made Lucius nearly delirious with pleasure, and
he moaned needily. He began to thrust faster, needing the friction to become
more intense and insistent, needing to conquer the boy and make him his own.
"God….Lucius!" Severus panted and whimpered as Lucius thrust his hips up into
him, picking up speed as the younger Slytherin began thrusting back to meet
him, throwing himself down further onto the blonde. Lucius expertly aimed his
thrusts to brush against the sweet spot inside of his lover, who was hardening
again despite his earlier climax, and Lucius growled with renewed desires and
urges. The way his lover was wantonly pushing against him, begging Lucius to go
deeper, crying out with every thrust of his hips, drove him absolutely mad.
With a feral growl he lifted Severus off of him and flipped him around so he
was leaning against the windowsill, his cheek against the glass. Lucius entered
him from behind, earning a shuddering gasp from the younger boy as he wrapped
his arms around his waist and pulled him close to him. Inhaling Snape's musky
scent deeply, Lucius pulled back the younger boy's black hair away from his
neck so he would lick the soft skin there. Severus whimpered as Lucius began to
move again, first slowly and deeply, and then fast, with more intensity and
drive. Lucius shrugged off his heavy black robe, and pulled back Severus's own
robe to nibble and bite the boy's pale white shoulders. Severus's cries from
the intense movement became almost frantic, and Lucius smiled into Severus's
neck. He relished the fact that the boy was becoming aroused again from his
expert moves, and he reached around to stroke Severus in time with his
thrusting hips.
Severus began to cry out in earnest now, whimpering Lucius's name over and over
and clenching his fingers into the wood of the windowsill. His legs began to
shake uncontrollably, and he let his weight go as he felt Lucius hold him up
with his strong hands. He had never felt anything like this; the fiery,
pleasure filled spot inside of him that Lucius kept hitting was mind blowing,
and Severus's vision clouded with bright light whenever Lucius thrust into him.
It was thrilling, and the veiled pain behind it was just as addicting as the
pleasure itself. Severus clenched his teeth so hard his jaw began to ache.
"Lucius…you're going to make me come again…please don't stop. Harder. Harder,
Lucius, please…" He threw back his head and bit his lip, and his entire body
tensed while fire licked his body. He screamed as he felt himself finally let
go into Lucius's hand, spilling hot cum onto the older boy's hand and
shuddering so hard that the glass window rattled. His vision failed him and his
breathing hitched as Lucius kept slamming into him, still stroking his prostate
as he came hard and long. His scream was drawn out into breathless whimpers as
Lucius leaned up to whisper to him. "Severus, I'm going to come… Severus…mmmm,"
Lucius mumbled breathlessly into Severus's ear, his whole body shaking with his
impending climax. Just as Severus's muscles clenched around him vice-like
during the peak of his own orgasm, Lucius groaned loudly, spilling himself in
the younger boy. He could barely hear Severus's labored breathing and desperate
whimpers as he continued to thrust until his orgasm slowed. The hazy heat
crawled through him from the pit of his stomach down to his toes, and Lucius
clamped his teeth down onto Severus's exposed shoulder, drawing blood and
earning a cracked scream from Severus's bruised lips.
After tasting the blood, Lucius threw his head back, shaking his wild mane
around him. His pale blonde hair was slick with sweat and clung to his damp
skin, and he shivered from the combined heat within him and the frigid air that
caressed his wet skin. He clung to the younger boy's shaking body, kissing his
glossy skin and rubbing his hands soothingly up and down Severus's thighs and
hips. His own legs ached from his orgasm, and he longed to pull Severus down to
the floor with him to curl up in a spent heap, but he knew he had to be careful
not to hurt the boy. Tenderly, he began to slowly back away from Severus,
pulling out of him as delicately as he could. Severus only whimpered once, too
exhausted and full of residual pleasure to care too much about his tender
backside. Lucius kissed the top of the boy's head of tousled hair, and gently
pulled him down with him to recline on the floor. Severus shivered and his
heart was beating as fast as a panicked rabbit's, and he sighed as he buried
his face in Lucius's chest. He wrapped his shaking arms around the Prefect and
the older boy responded by hugging him to him tightly. Their hot breath mingled
together in the freezing air around them, dancing in tendrils of fog and
moisture.
Feeling Severus's breathing slow, Lucius regretfully looked around him. The
silencing charm he had cast in the library would not last much longer, and dawn
was coming much too quickly for his liking. He had to get Severus back to his
room soon, lest they be discovered. Kissing Severus's forehead, he gently laid
him back down onto the library floor. The younger boy was already asleep, and
Lucius hurriedly wrapped his dressing gown around him once more. He buttoned up
Severus's robes and straightened them before gathering the boy up in his arms.
Carrying the spent wizard in his arms, Lucius quietly left the library, and
clutched Severus to his chest tightly. He entered the common room and took a
left, heading for his private room. Opening the door, he slipped inside and
laid Severus down on his bed. He pulled the green velvet covers over the boy,
and lay down next to him, nuzzling his cheek and kissing it. He wrapped his
arms around him and sighed. It wouldn't be easy getting Severus out of his room
later that day unnoticed, but they was no way he would sleep without the boy's
sweet presence next to him. Shutting his eyes, Lucius smiled. He had finally
gotten what he wanted.
***** Remus and Sirius. *****
Chapter Summary
     Remus and Sirius journey to the library, their favorite place to
     carry out their rather kinky lovemaking.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: Mild BDSM, bondage, and Dom/sub elements.
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“Come on love, we don’t have much time,” Sirius whispered, picking up his pace
and pulling on his lover’s hand impatiently.
Remus Lupin groaned and quickened his stride, but it wasn’t without a smile
when he replied, “You know full well we have the whole night to ourselves,
Siri; I believe you’re just impatient to have me ravage you.” His cheekiness
was rewarded with a smack on his ass and he laughed, and leaned over to kiss
Sirius Black’s flushed cheek.
They continued in silence, hand in hand and very much looking forward to
getting to their destination. As they neared the library, they both looked
around to make sure Filch or the deplorable Mrs. Norris weren’t lurking around.
Luckily, the corridors were empty- if there was one advantage to staying at
Hogwarts during the Christmas holiday, it was the easier time of perusing the
castle after curfew.
Sirius opened the enormous doors to the cavernous library, and they both
shivered a bit from the cool air that burst forth from within. Sirius looked
over his shoulder, winked at Remus, and held out his hand. The werewolf
returned the animagi’s smile and took the offered hand, feeling his lust grow
within his chest. The two walked toward their window, the same one that they
had taken over ever year since 5th. Even the windowsill bore marks of
fingernails being dug into the soft wood, and a tiny crack had started in the
glass from an incident that had taken place last time. Sirius smirked as he ran
his long fingers over the well-worn wood and his mind flitted over the memories
that had grown in that small space over time.
Turning around, he found Remus to be nearly lost in darkness, his eyes and face
barely illuminated in the pale moonlight streaming through the window. His
amber eyes glowed in an ethereal way, and the silvery sheen of his scars
glinted in the pearly light. Sirius shivered as he gazed upon his lover, whose
dark beauty never seemed to dim, only grow stronger. His heart beat rapidly as
he drank in his lover’s form, inhaled his musky scent, and he met the
translucent eyes with his.
“Are you ready to make me yours, my dear Remus?” Sirius whispered quietly, his
voice nearly shaking. Suddenly the werewolf was in front of him, his chest
pressed against Sirius’s, his lips brushing against his ear, his hot breath
feathering all around his neck.
“Yes,” Lupin growled lowly, and the sensual rumble in his voice made Sirius
tremble and close his eyes. He was always taken aback by Remus’s dominant side,
which only seemed to come out when they became intimate. Not that he minded,
though; Sirius knew Remus needed the control, especially after his
transformations, when he was helpless to control his body or urges. And,
letting himself go into the care of his lover was refreshing for him as well-
Sirius was a bit of a closet submissive, and he loved surrendering to all of
Remus’s ministrations.
Sirius sucked in his breath as Remus began to nibble his earlobe and lick just
under it, lavishing the soft skin with his hot tongue and sharp nips. Sirius
gasped and squirmed as Remus moved lowering, biting his neck so hard that it
nearly drew blood, and then switched to tenderly licking the abused skin. The
lycanthrope moved his hand down to hitch up Sirius’s robes, and slid his hand
along his lover’s silken thigh. Drinking in Sirius’s small moans and whimpers,
Remus felt his desire building within him and becoming nearly unbearable.
His Sirius definitely brought out the wolf within him, and he longed to
dominate the young man right there, with no preparation or warning, and ravish
him until he begged for mercy. He was still getting used to this side of
himself, and it still frightened him at times. The first time Sirius and he had
been completely intimate, Remus had nearly scared the other boy and himself to
death with his aggression and dominate urges. However, the two had realized
that the normally sweet, gentle, almost timid werewolf was merely vying for
control in his hectic life, control he hadn’t had since he was a child before
the bite. They then also realized that Sirius, once he calmed from the shock of
Remus’s roughness, craved being able to surrender control to another. He had
tried so hard for years to keep his family from completely ripping apart,
looking after the other Marauders, and the responsibilities weighed heavily on
his shoulders- so, when he realized he had found somebody he could safely
submit to, he jumped on the chance.
Remus smirked as Sirius let out a higher pitched moan as the werewolf started
to fondle his ass and dig into the flesh with his nails. His Sirius was just so
beautiful in his submission, too. Long, elegant neck exposed for Remus’s
pleasure, hips arched toward him wantonly, soft begging coming from his bruised
lips. Hands willingly held above his head, waiting to be restrained. It was
almost too much for Remus to handle.
Almost.
Muttering an incantation, thin ropes snaked out of his wand to entwine
themselves around Sirius’s wrists, binding them together and tying themselves
to the hook embedded in the space of wall between the windows that usually held
a lantern, which they had done away with years ago. Sirius whimpered as the
ropes tied into a strong knot, and he lowered his eyes demurely and
submissively. Remus chuckled and brought a hand up to lift Sirius’s chin, and
then kissed him roughly. He bit and sucked the full bottom lip, forced his
tongue inside the warm mouth, staking his claim. Sirius, powerless, returned
the kissing with fervor and desperate desire. He began thrusting his hips
forward, begging for Remus to touch him.
Remus smiled and knelt down, eager to taste what belonged to him and him alone.
Pushing aside the animagi’s robes, he took his hard arousal into his hand, and
stroked agonizingly slowly. Sirius again moaned, and bucked desperately, trying
to create more friction. Without warning, Remus took his aching length into his
mouth completely, and Sirius jumped and let out a strangled scream.
Remus smiled as he swirled his tongue all around Sirius’s enflamed head, then
licked slowly up and down, then in circular motions, then sucked the tip. He
fondled his lover’s sac with his other hand, with soft, massaging movements.
Sirius’s legs began to shake, and his knees nearly gave out as Remus deep
throated him while simultaneously thrusting a wet finger inside of him. A
keening wail left Sirius’s lips at the surprise intrusion, and Remus smirked to
himself. He had learned early on in their relationship that Sirius was an
exceptionally vocal lover. Luckily for the two of them, Remus was talented at
producing a strong silencing charm. Sirius’s unabashed moaning and whimpering
were some of Remus’s favorite things in the entire world, and he would learn
any amount of magic in order to be able to safely hear them again and again.
Eager to make use of his silencing charm, which he cast as soon as they entered
the library, Remus sucked Sirius harder, and pushed a second finger into his
lover. He crooked his fingers slowly, looking for his goal. Sirius’s moaning
became more breathless, and his legs shook so hard that Remus could barely
continue. He brought his head up and latched his mouth onto Sirius’ neck, which
was slick with salty sweat. He bit down hard, delighting in the high pitched
sound that Sirius let out. Remus began to thrust his fingers faster, deeper,
and when Sirius threw back his head and let out a gloriously obscene noise,
Remus knew he had found that spot inside of Sirius that nearly pushed the
animagi into oblivion. He worked a third finger into his lover’s hot, slick
passage, and Sirius thrust his hips into his hand wildly.
“Fuck, please, Remus…” Sirius burst out, desperate to feel some sort of relief.
His erection ached so badly that the pain nearly overtook the pleasure that he
felt deep inside of him. Remus looked up and met his eyes, and Sirius sucked in
his breath and the primal, almost violent look in the amber eyes. The werewolf
withdrew his fingers slowly, and Sirius began to whimper in complaint, until
Remus slammed his body into his, brought the hand up to his bruised neck and
pressed down. Sirius’s heart sped up with a mixture of arousal and a tiny spark
of fear; the submissive within him loved the complete domination, yet he knew
Remus’s considerable strength, and though he had never lost control with him
yet while they were intimate, the threat was always there. The wolf was always
just under the surface during their love play. Remus must have picked up on
Sirius’s nervousness, because the animalistic look in his eyes faded a bit, and
he removed his hand. He kissed Sirius’ neck tenderly in apology.
“I’ve got you, darling,” Remus murmured into the fevered skin, feeling Sirius’s
pulse slow slightly under his lips, “I’ve got you.” He returned a hand to
Sirius’s arousal and stroked softly, until he was coaxing more moans from
Sirius’s lips. Feeling as though he may completely lose himself if he didn’t
take the young man now, Remus easily lifted Sirius up onto the windowsill. He
tore Sirius’ robes from his body so that he was entirely naked and vulnerable.
Remus involuntarily groaned when he laid eyes on his beautiful lover. Sirius
had the body of a god, and was frighteningly captivating in his submissive
state. It would be so very difficult to resist climaxing the instant he entered
Sirius, but he resolved to make this last as long as he could.
Remus spread the elegant and willing legs apart, and bent down to push his
tongue into Sirius’s relaxed entrance. Sirius bucked his hips and groaned, and
could barely breathe. The hot, silken tongue was talented and Sirius feared he
would come much too soon, and Remus would not be pleased with that. It was an
unspoken game they played during encounters like this- Remus had control over
Sirius’s orgasm, and if he came without permission, he would be punished.
Although punishment was as rewarding as their lovemaking, Sirius had no
patience for it tonight, and took a deep, shuddering breath. He knew the
werewolf was testing him, trying to push him over the edge, to see if he would
break. He resolved himself to stay strong, but just then, he felt the head of
Remus’s erection brush at his entrance. He quivered, and as he met Remus’s eyes
again, the lycanthrope thrust himself into him in one smooth movement.
His vision seemed to blur as Sirius felt Remus became one with him; his
whimpering seemed so far away, and Remus’s groaning also seemed as if it came
from another world. Sirius bit his lip until he tasted blood, and he
concentrated on the spiraling pleasure that was traveling through his body.
This was what he lived for. He ached to be taken and used, and his Remus knew
exactly how to do just that; even the pain from being fucked so quickly and
roughly drove him insane with pleasure. Sirius brought his legs up to wrap
around Remus’s waist to allow his lover deeper access. He gyrated his hips into
Remus’s, and he saw stars as Remus slammed into him. He breathlessly begged for
Remus to keep going, Remus obliged, drinking in the wild moans that came from
his lover with every frenzied thrust. His eyes raked over Sirius’s form, trying
to memorize him in this exact moment- wild, hungry, desperate, lovely. He
grabbed the animagi’s hips and thrust with abandon, knowing there would be
bruises left on the milky skin once they were through. He felt a slight twinge
of guilt lick at the back of his mind, but he pushed it away; Sirius had told
him that he didn’t mind the brusies and scratches after their loving, but he
loved them. He had tried to explain that he liked feeling marked, and liked
feeling that he belonged to Remus and Remus alone. The conversation had led to
some of their wildest sex yet and the memory nearly caused Remus to come right
there and then.
“Finite incantatem,” Remus mumbled breathlessly, pointing his wand at the
restraints that held his lover. Sirius slumped forward, clinging to Remus for
dear life as the werewolf continued to mercilessly thrust inside him. The
brunette’s continued sucking and biting all over his neck had most likely left
him looking mauled. Without warning, Remus dropped to the ground, pulling
Sirius down on top of him. Meeting the raven-haired boy’s eyes, Remus whispered
authoritatively and sensually, “Ride me”.
At being given orders, Sirius felt the submissive inside him melt and tremble,
and he obliged his lover. Shifting so that he was straddling Remus, he began to
rock back and forth, up and down, and Remus’s guttural moan let him know that
this was exactly what his lover wanted.
“Yessss….”Remus growled, biting his lower lip. This was what he lived for, to
see Sirius riding him without abandon, fucking himself with his head thrown
back, passion-marked neck exposed and positively sinful noises leaving his
mouth.
“Remus…ohh, Remus…mmm,” Sirius whimpered, still lifting himself up and down on
top of Remus, riding him slowly, sweat pouring down his naked neck and chest.
Remus growled and dug his nails into his lover’s hips, and forced him to move
faster. The sounds Sirius made, almost reminiscent of a little bird, drove him
absolutely wild and were music to his ears. Sirius yelped when Remus began
thrusting up into him almost violently, and began stroking his weeping length,
until Remus grabbed his hand away. Crying out at the denied contact, Sirius
pleaded with his lover with begging eyes and almost tortured moans. Remus
grinned wickedly and replaced Sirius’s hand with his own, wrapping his hand
around him and touching teasingly.
“Don’t come until I say you can,” Remus ordered silkily, and Sirius threw his
head back and shivered.
Sirius began to ride with renewed vigor, and cried out each time he slammed
down onto Remus’s hips. It was becoming too must, much too fast. The orders
from Remus, his hard cock rigid inside of him, the rhythmic slapping of their
coupling, the scent of their sweat and musk. It was pushing Sirius into
delirium and near insanity, and he knew he would come any second.
“Close, Remy…so close,” he gasped out, and Remus suddenly growled viciously and
sat up, causing Sirius to yelp in surprise. He pushed the animagi off of him,
and grabbed his waist. He turned him around roughly so that he was on his
knees, and he pushed Sirius’s back down toward the floor so that his chest
connected with the cold stone. He grabbed a handful of Sirius’ sweaty long
hair, and shoved himself back into Sirius. He reached around and took hold of
Sirius’ erection, and squeezed hard at the base in order to prevent his climax.
He then began pounding into his lover so hard that Sirius could no longer keep
from screaming hoarsely. Remus could barely see straight; the screams went
straight to his groin and he thrust violently, desperate to reach orgasm and
spill himself into Sirius’ hot and willing body. But he wouldn’t until Sirius
would nearly be in tears, begging him with all he had to be allowed to come.
Only then would Remus grant him mercy, and allow himself to come.
Remus would never tire of scratching Sirius’s arched back, would never tire of
looking down to see himself disappear into Sirius, and would certainly never
tire of pushing Sirius to the point of no return. He knew Sirius would not last
much longer, and the werewolf craved for the begging and pleading to begin.
The screaming turned into choked sobs, and soon, words peppered the haggard
breaths Sirius managed to draw between thrusts. “Re…Remus…please…fuck, please,
please..”
“Please what, love?” Remus gasped out, trying to draw this out longer, but he
knew it was no use. They would both unravel quickly now that the begging began.
Remus craved hearing it and Sirius craved giving it.
“Please let me come. Please, please, Remus, I’m yours, I belong to you, please
just let me come, please…” Sirius was shaking, with combined white-hot pleasure
and pain from the rough treatment. He knew he would come with or without his
lover’s permission, and prayed that Remus would give his blessing soon…
Finally, Remus took his hand away from the base of Sirius’ length, and
whispered, “Yes, my love, my star, come for me, spill yourself for me,” and he
felt Sirius shudder violently and clench around him. He let out a shrill howl
as he came, and Remus climaxed seconds later, murmuring Sirius’s name
reverently as he stroked the trembling young man’s back. Sirius collapsed onto
the floor, struggling for breath, and tears wetting his cheeks. Remus
immediately pulled out of him carefully, and gathered him up into his arms. He
cradled Sirius, ignoring the chilly stone beneath them. He kissed the sweat-
slicked brow, caressed his cheeks, whispered to him how beautiful he was and
how good he had been. Sirius’ breathing began to slow, and he kissed Remus’
collarbone weakly and he clung to him.
Remus smiled and closed his eyes, reveling in the afterglow. The wolf had been
sated, and he no longer felt dominant and aggressive. The gift of Sirius’s
submission was one he would never take for granted. He gave the young man
another squeeze, and gently separated himself from him. Sirius whined in
protest as Remus stood up, collected their clothes, and began clumsily dressing
Sirius.
“Sleep here,” Sirius muttered, and Remus gave him a gentle chuckle.
“We can’t, Sirius, we’ll be caught. You know we have to get back to the tower,
lovely. I’ll carry you.”
“Will not,” Sirius grumbled half-heartedly as Remus tried to push his long legs
into his trousers, “I can walk.” But they both knew it was a lie, and that
Sirius loved being spoiled by his lover after particularly rough sex. The first
time Remus lifted him with ease, Sirius had been surprised, but then remembered
the inhuman strength that Remus had due to the lycanthropy. He couldn’t
remember being carried like a babe ever before in his life, and the truth was,
he cherished the feeling of being held and protected.
Finally, Sirius had been clothed and Remus pulled his own robes on. He cast a
quick cleaning spell to clean the evidence of their coupling, and broke
silencing charm. He picked up a weakly protesting Sirius and held him close as
he opened the door of the library a bit to peek around it.
“Coast is clear, Siri,” he said, and set off down the corridor at a brisk walk,
replaying the events of the evening through his mind, with a huge smile
plastered onto his flushed face.
After tucking the soundly sleeping Sirius into bed, Remus laid down beside him
and snuggled up to him. He kissed his lover’s cheek and whispered, with a hint
of smugness, “Merry Christmas, Sirius. I hope you enjoyed your gift.”
And within seconds, he, too, succumbed to sleep.
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