Wolfsbane

Disclaimer: I don\'t own HP.
Author\'s Note: One-shot. PWP.


Severus panted, snatching Remus’ head back by his ginger hair. Remus howled, his body bucking madly. The bed in Severus’ bed chambers squeaked, threatening to break as the Potions master fucked his werewolf boyfriend into oblivion.

Remus moaned and begged, nail marks down his back, his body covered and dripping with sweat. They had been at it for over and hour and a half now; Severus’ slim fingers pulling at the wolf’s hard length, and his filling cock inside Remus’ arse had made him come four times already. But still they fucked, the werewolf not yet pleased inside him, and Severus mad with desire. Finally, Severus thrusted as hard as he could, letting out a gutteral grunt of animalistic pleasure, then turned Remus over and opened his mouth, pouring a dark green concotion down his throat. Remus gagged and let out an angry grunt, but then he fell back on the sheets, his breath quickened.

“I hate it when you do that, Severus.” Remus said, pulling a face as the taste of the Potion tortured his tastebuds.

“How else am I supposed to get you to take it?” Severus asked, wiping his sweaty brow. His body was slick and glistening, his cock covered with rich, thick come, “I have to fuck you beyond reasoning to make the wolf submissive enough to follow command.” He said, then smirked, “Not that I mind...” He said, then leaned forward and began to lap semen from Remus’ abdomen.

Remus frowned, “I’m sorry, Severus...” He said, then moaned slightly. Severus head was moving between his thighs now, taking in the werewolf’s still-hard cock.

Remus gasped with pleasure, “I like it when I have to take my Wolfsbane... all except for the Potion itself...”