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Adult ++
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Slow Hands
Title: Slow Hands
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus tries to make amends.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Dubious consent, rough!sex.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For _lore who requested – Snape/Lupin; tender, weightless, cinema. Titled and inspired by the Interpol song \"Slow Hands.\" The boys are 16.
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Remus, feeling the pull of the night sky, crept out of the castle, light and quick like a shadow. Lying in the cool grass, the last thing he expected was for Severus Snape to stumble over him and land, all painful elbows and knees, on top of him.
Snape oofed and scrambled, cursing, off of him. His hand reaching for his wand, he hissed, \"What in bloody hell, do you think you\'re doing, lying on the ground?\"
Remus sat up, grasping for his own wand. \"Well, I wasn\'t expecting anyone to be out this late. What are you doing out so late?
This had the potential to get out of hand very quickly.
\"None of your damn business, Lupin,\" Snape snarled, moving the silver, sparkling bottle, clutched in his hand, behind his back.
They stared wearily at each other. Remus, offering peace, put his wand back into the pocket of his trousers, standing up and brushing off the blades of grass clinging to his clothes. Snape narrowed his eyes in distrust, but not feeling overly threatened, slid his own wand out of sight.
Remus fidgeted, looking uncomfortable, his curiosity drawn to the hidden flask. Snape observed this moodily.
\"I\'m sorry,\" Remus offered tentatively.
Snape bristled at that, \"Don\'t be. And if we\'re done exchanging pleasantries, I have a potion to brew. If you\'ll excuse me.\" He turned to leave, but Remus, irrevocably drawn to the shimmering liquid in Snape\'s hand, grabbed the sleeve of his robe, jerking him back.
Turning with a hard glare, Snape stared at Remus with undisguised hatred.
Licking his lips, Remus stared at the sloshing liquid hungrily. \"What is that?\"
Snape snorted, \"I was gathering starlight and moonlight before you got under my feet.\"
Remus oohed faintly, unable to tear his gaze away.
Seeing Remus so taken up, Snape decided to use this to his advantage. \"Would you like to help me with the potion?\"
\"Oh, yes,\" Remus quickly, eagerly answered.
Smiling coldly, Snape led the way to the dungeons.
Remus was held mesmerized, passing potion ingredients as Snape requested them. The contained light swayed enticingly as Snape poured a bit of it into the bubbling cauldron. Snape hummed decisively and brushed his hands off against his robes. He drew Remus by the arm to the door. \"I won\'t be needing any more of your help, Lupin, you may go.\"
Remus frowned and refused to budge. Snape was startled by the forcefulness with which Remus yanked his arm out of his grip. He was even more surprised when Remus dropped to his knees before him.
Wanting to make everything better, to say he was sorry for everything, and inexplicably drawn to stay, Remus reached his fingers through Snape\'s robes, parting them and reaching further, grasping inside his pants.
Gasping, as the tender fingers wrapped around his already hardening cock, Snape took his wand out to spell the door closed and locked, putting a silencing spell on the room.
It all seemed surreal, a scene from the Muggle cinema which Remus had once visited. Magic of a different kind, Snape looming like the dark villain over him.
Remus pushed down the cloth wrapped around his hips and crawled closer, fingers whisper-soft, but insistent. When he leaned in and touched his lips to the swollen head, feeling queasy, but resolute, Snape sharply inhaled, bony fingers curling in Remus\' hair and pushing his face into his crotch.
Willingly, Remus opened his mouth wider, letting the rigid flesh slide between his parted lips. His jaw opened wide, Remus only touched the tip of his tongue to the burning-hot skin in his mouth and the fingers in his hair tightened, the hips snapping forward, pushing the whole length down further than Remus thought he could take it.
Hands hanging limply by his side, Remus lets his mouth be fucked, Snape jerking wildly, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Remus almost gagged, jaw aching. He was grateful when Snape pulled out, panting and shaking with need. He was pulled to his feet by his hair and Snape guided him to an empty table, pushing him forward to bend over the edge. Remus calmly obliged.
He winced from the roughness in which Snape handled him, his robes yanked up over his head and cold fingers digging into the soft skin of his hips. Oh, he knew it would be terribly strange, if Snape was careful and slow, but it did not lessen the stinging. Snape\'s fingers, covered in something cold and wet, slid into him, quickly twisting back and forth, and he hung his head, mouth contorted into a grimace.
Nails digging into the soft wood of the table, Remus howled when Snape pushed forward and stretched him impossibly tighter, wider. With each jerk of Snape\'s hips, the edge of the table dug into the fronts of his thighs, numbing his legs so that he was left to haul his weight on his trembling arms. His backside throbbed with a deep pain but it barely registered, he tossed his head sharply like a horse, eyes dancing towards the tantalizing glint to his right.
Snape\'s breath was hot on the back of Remus\' neck and, with abandon, he sought completion. Jerking wildly with orgasm, Snape slumped against Remus as if he were weightless. Unable to hold both of them up, Remus slid to the floor.
After a moment of silence, Snape dragged himself up, doing up his robes. He sniffed, staring his nose down at Remus, robes still hitched and bruises already blossoming.
Body tingling somewhat unpleasantly, Remus drew himself up, straightening his robes the best he could, stepping a bit awkwardly.
Snape pushed the flask, with the moon and the stars trapped within, into Remus\' shaking hand and pushed him out the now open door.
Remus felt dirty, making his way slowly, gingerly to his bed, to be paid like a good whore, but clutched the flask close all the same.
End
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Remus tries to make amends.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Dubious consent, rough!sex.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For _lore who requested – Snape/Lupin; tender, weightless, cinema. Titled and inspired by the Interpol song \"Slow Hands.\" The boys are 16.
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Remus, feeling the pull of the night sky, crept out of the castle, light and quick like a shadow. Lying in the cool grass, the last thing he expected was for Severus Snape to stumble over him and land, all painful elbows and knees, on top of him.
Snape oofed and scrambled, cursing, off of him. His hand reaching for his wand, he hissed, \"What in bloody hell, do you think you\'re doing, lying on the ground?\"
Remus sat up, grasping for his own wand. \"Well, I wasn\'t expecting anyone to be out this late. What are you doing out so late?
This had the potential to get out of hand very quickly.
\"None of your damn business, Lupin,\" Snape snarled, moving the silver, sparkling bottle, clutched in his hand, behind his back.
They stared wearily at each other. Remus, offering peace, put his wand back into the pocket of his trousers, standing up and brushing off the blades of grass clinging to his clothes. Snape narrowed his eyes in distrust, but not feeling overly threatened, slid his own wand out of sight.
Remus fidgeted, looking uncomfortable, his curiosity drawn to the hidden flask. Snape observed this moodily.
\"I\'m sorry,\" Remus offered tentatively.
Snape bristled at that, \"Don\'t be. And if we\'re done exchanging pleasantries, I have a potion to brew. If you\'ll excuse me.\" He turned to leave, but Remus, irrevocably drawn to the shimmering liquid in Snape\'s hand, grabbed the sleeve of his robe, jerking him back.
Turning with a hard glare, Snape stared at Remus with undisguised hatred.
Licking his lips, Remus stared at the sloshing liquid hungrily. \"What is that?\"
Snape snorted, \"I was gathering starlight and moonlight before you got under my feet.\"
Remus oohed faintly, unable to tear his gaze away.
Seeing Remus so taken up, Snape decided to use this to his advantage. \"Would you like to help me with the potion?\"
\"Oh, yes,\" Remus quickly, eagerly answered.
Smiling coldly, Snape led the way to the dungeons.
Remus was held mesmerized, passing potion ingredients as Snape requested them. The contained light swayed enticingly as Snape poured a bit of it into the bubbling cauldron. Snape hummed decisively and brushed his hands off against his robes. He drew Remus by the arm to the door. \"I won\'t be needing any more of your help, Lupin, you may go.\"
Remus frowned and refused to budge. Snape was startled by the forcefulness with which Remus yanked his arm out of his grip. He was even more surprised when Remus dropped to his knees before him.
Wanting to make everything better, to say he was sorry for everything, and inexplicably drawn to stay, Remus reached his fingers through Snape\'s robes, parting them and reaching further, grasping inside his pants.
Gasping, as the tender fingers wrapped around his already hardening cock, Snape took his wand out to spell the door closed and locked, putting a silencing spell on the room.
It all seemed surreal, a scene from the Muggle cinema which Remus had once visited. Magic of a different kind, Snape looming like the dark villain over him.
Remus pushed down the cloth wrapped around his hips and crawled closer, fingers whisper-soft, but insistent. When he leaned in and touched his lips to the swollen head, feeling queasy, but resolute, Snape sharply inhaled, bony fingers curling in Remus\' hair and pushing his face into his crotch.
Willingly, Remus opened his mouth wider, letting the rigid flesh slide between his parted lips. His jaw opened wide, Remus only touched the tip of his tongue to the burning-hot skin in his mouth and the fingers in his hair tightened, the hips snapping forward, pushing the whole length down further than Remus thought he could take it.
Hands hanging limply by his side, Remus lets his mouth be fucked, Snape jerking wildly, eyes closed in ecstasy.
Remus almost gagged, jaw aching. He was grateful when Snape pulled out, panting and shaking with need. He was pulled to his feet by his hair and Snape guided him to an empty table, pushing him forward to bend over the edge. Remus calmly obliged.
He winced from the roughness in which Snape handled him, his robes yanked up over his head and cold fingers digging into the soft skin of his hips. Oh, he knew it would be terribly strange, if Snape was careful and slow, but it did not lessen the stinging. Snape\'s fingers, covered in something cold and wet, slid into him, quickly twisting back and forth, and he hung his head, mouth contorted into a grimace.
Nails digging into the soft wood of the table, Remus howled when Snape pushed forward and stretched him impossibly tighter, wider. With each jerk of Snape\'s hips, the edge of the table dug into the fronts of his thighs, numbing his legs so that he was left to haul his weight on his trembling arms. His backside throbbed with a deep pain but it barely registered, he tossed his head sharply like a horse, eyes dancing towards the tantalizing glint to his right.
Snape\'s breath was hot on the back of Remus\' neck and, with abandon, he sought completion. Jerking wildly with orgasm, Snape slumped against Remus as if he were weightless. Unable to hold both of them up, Remus slid to the floor.
After a moment of silence, Snape dragged himself up, doing up his robes. He sniffed, staring his nose down at Remus, robes still hitched and bruises already blossoming.
Body tingling somewhat unpleasantly, Remus drew himself up, straightening his robes the best he could, stepping a bit awkwardly.
Snape pushed the flask, with the moon and the stars trapped within, into Remus\' shaking hand and pushed him out the now open door.
Remus felt dirty, making his way slowly, gingerly to his bed, to be paid like a good whore, but clutched the flask close all the same.
End