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Title: Power Play
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: D/s, BDSM, violence, bestiality, graphic sex.
Summary: Lupin was surprised to learn of Snape’s submissive side, and stunned when the Potions Master offered that submission up as a gift to him. He grabbed it without thinking, but did the werewolf bite off more than he could chew?
Notes: Two parts - complete. A little angst, but mostly an excuse to write smut. Set in the first half of the school year after OotP, but written before HBP.
The Hanky Code exists in some fetish clubs as a way for like-minded individuals to get together in a more expedient fashion. The color of the handkerchief indicates the person’s particular proclivity, and the pocket that it’s worn in indicates whether they top or bottom. (Black is heavy BDSM.) Before anyone yells at me for not knowing my left from my right, I want to say that I have heard that the steering wheel is not the only thing our Right Pondian friends put on the opposite side.
The hanky idea was inspired by katekintail’s Colored Hankie Series. The writing of a smutty Snupin was inspired by Razzberry and Snegurochka.
Winner of Best Adult Slash, Round Four, Multifaceted Awards.
at Eros & Sappho, September 2005
Many thanks to Odd Doll, Snegurochka, and Rayvyn for their excellent work as betas.
Part 1
Chapter 1: Discovery
The meeting at 12 Grimmauld Place was over and most of the members had dispersed. Dumbledore had gone back to Hogwarts for something he had forgotten to bring for Snape, and the younger man paced the living room with impatient strides, pivoting with dramatic flares of his cloak as he waited with poor grace for the Headmaster to appear in the fire.
Lupin entered the room carrying a cup of tea. His foot caught a fold of the carpet and he stumbled, knocking into Snape.
“For Merlin's sake, Lupin! How do you ever manage with four feet when you can’t even manage with two?”
Lupin looked up to apologize when he noticed what Snape, distracted by the tea slopped onto his clothing, had not; the hem of Snape’s cloak had landed in the fire and was now alight.
With a cry, Lupin grabbed the back of Snape’s collar, stripped off the cloak and tossed it in the fire.
“What the bloody hell are you doing? That’s my best cloak!”
Lupin took a deep breath. “You were on fire.”
“Well, for Merlin’s sake, man, use your wand. You are a wizard, aren’t you?” A sudden sneer replaced his look of rage. “Oh, no. I forgot. You’re not a wizard, are you? You’re just a dumb beast.”
Lupin clamped his teeth on a reply and dropped onto the couch instead. Snape turned his back on him, resuming his pacing.
Lupin sighed inaudibly.
Doesn’t that man ever get tired of being a prick?
Lupin watched the other wizard as he tried to wear out the carpet. Snape had been scrawny as a student, and was still thin, although he had filled out a bit. The gangly youth was now a graceful man, but still ugly, with his long thin face, long thin hair, long thin body, long thin legs, long thin hands, long thin feet. Lupin smiled to himself, wondering what else might be long and thin. He was surprised to see that Snape was wearing casual Muggle clothes under his cloak: a black shirt, and soft faded blue jeans tucked into tall black boots. His gaze lingered on the boots. Not just tall. They came snugly to the backs of the knees but were cut a little higher on the sides and front. The leather looked butter soft and well cared for, clinging to Snape’s thin calves like gloves. Clearly, custom made.
“Why the hell are you staring at me?” Snape’s voice was, of course, cross.
Lupin said the first thing that came into his head. “I was just wondering why you were wearing blue jeans. I’ve never seen you in anything but black.”
Snape’s lip curled in disdain. “If you must know, I forgot to put my laundry out for the house-elves, and this was all I had left. Life must be unutterably boring if you’re reduced to thinking about my wardrobe.”
Lupin shrugged, and Snape went back to pacing. Lupin’s eyes lingered on Snape’s arse as he walked away. Snape had always had a nice arse, but as an adult, it was even more appealing. A bit of black cloth was sticking out of the left hip pocket, contrasting against the light blue of the denim. Lupin gazed at it idly. Suddenly, his focus sharpened as a stunning succession of thoughts cascaded through his mind, and one, plus one, plus one, no longer equaled three.
“Lupin, if you don’t stop staring at me, I’ll gouge your eyes out.” Snape spun around, his teeth bared in a snarl.
Lupin sat back, a gentle smile on his face. “Sorry, Severus. Just admiring your arse.”
Snape blinked, a look of surprise flashing over his face before his usual scowl once more took over.
“You know, I really am sorry about your cloak. I’ll loan you one of mine if you’d like?” Lupin’s voice was casual.
Snape looked as though he’d found a dead thing in his dinner. “Well, I wouldn’t ‘like.’ Shabby is not my style.” His lip curled. “Nor am I anxious to experience fleas.” He resumed walking the carpet with short, sharp strides. “Filthy werewolf.” It was muttered under his breath.
Lupin moved with silent speed. When Snape turned, he had to pull up short or collide with Lupin’s chest.
Lupin was a very tall man. At six feet four inches, he had developed a lifelong habit of slouching, trying to minimize himself. People feared him enough without being forced to crane their necks to look up at him. He now stood at his full height. As close as he was, Snape had to tilt his head back to make eye contact. Whatever Snape had been going to say died on his lips as he stared into the unblinking eyes of his childhood enemy. The light blue eyes looked into the black ones for a long silent minute before, without a word, Lupin started to circle Snape.
Snape stood frozen, his gaze now fastened on the wall straight ahead of him. Lupin moved behind him, stopping just behind and to the side of his left shoulder. Reaching up, he gently hooked a tendril of hair and moved it behind Snape’s ear, then, sliding his fingers into the long hair, he wrapped it around his fist and tightened his grasp. When Snape didn’t respond, he gripped harder, then twisted his wrist. Snape’s head tilted back and away, exposing the long column of his neck. The pulse of his heartbeat was clearly visible, strong and only a little bit elevated. Leaning close, Lupin let his breath fan the vulnerable expanse of Snape’s throat. Snape stopped breathing, and Lupin could smell his sudden fear.
“I’ll have you know, Severus.” Lupin’s voice was soft and conversational. “That I am a very clean werewolf.”
Snape stood motionless, the muscles of his jaw bunched, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Well I’ll be damned. Lupin swallowed his amazement.
Lupin kept his face impassive as he released Snape’s hair, finishing his circle of the shorter wizard. Stepping back, he let his eyes travel down Snape’s body, then brought them slowly back to Snape’s face. Though Lupin stood in front of him, Snape’s eyes remained focused on the wall behind Lupin.
“I have an errand to run.” Lupin kept his voice casual. “I should be back in about twenty minutes.” He looked Snape over once again. “I expect you to be in my room when I return.”
Snape didn’t so much as blink. Lupin left the room, grabbed his cloak from a peg in the hall, and left the house. He walked the length of the street and turned the corner, unmindful of where he went. He had no errand to run, nowhere to go.
What the hell do I think I’m playing at?
It had been a long time since he had indulged this particular proclivity of his. Lupin remembered discovering this part of himself. He remembered the older man who had led him to explore the depth and breadth of his desires, his needs. He remembered how startled he was to find that his inclination and his strength was for dominance. Perhaps it was because he spent so much of his time trying to go unnoticed, trying to convince others that he was not as dangerous as he knew himself to be. Perhaps it was the wolf in him. Whatever it was, he had long ago come to terms with the fact that if he so chose, a mere change in posture, a change in “attitude,” and other men of a complimentary interest would sit up and take notice. But Snape? Gods, the man hated him.
Lupin shook himself. Snape wouldn’t be there when he returned. No way. It had been a fluke. He had surprised the man, that was all. Even if Snape was a submissive, as that handkerchief seemed to indicate, there was no way he would give his submission to his enemy, to a man he hated and feared. No. He wouldn’t be there when Lupin returned.
Lupin walked the long corridor to his room. He had been gone much longer than twenty minutes, more like an hour. It was dark in the house. A weak light flickered in the hall, but only darkness seeped from beneath his bedroom door.
He opened the door and the dresser light came on as he had charmed it to. It was all he could do not to start when he saw Snape standing in the center of his room, hands hanging loosely at his sides. Snape’s gaze was focused on the wall, his face a blank mask.
Lupin swallowed hard, trying to force his hammering heart back down out of his throat. Drawing himself up to his full height, he slowly circled Snape until he was behind him. He could sense Snape’s fear, but the wizard stood impassive.
Why in the name of the gods is the man here? Well, all right, but why would he choose me?
He stood behind Snape and waited. Snape stood perfectly still, his breathing a little fast, but other than that, he gave no sign that he was doing anything but...waiting.
Lupin roused himself. “Place your wand on the dresser.”
Snape pulled his wand from the back of his jeans, walked to the dresser, and laid it down carefully. He then turned to face Lupin, his focus on the far wall.
Lupin felt a surge of power. It was a heady feeling, something he hadn’t felt for a long time. He remembered how much he loved this.
“Come.”
Snape moved in front of him, his eyes still not focused on the man just inches from him. Most submissives would have dropped their eyes, but not Snape. Lupin wondered if that was something he held in reserve, something he was not willing to give yet, or if it was the way he had been trained.
“I think it’s time to find out if that mouth of yours is good for anything besides sneering and insults.” Lupin cocked his head. Snape never so much as batted an eye.
“Kneel.” Lupin’s voice was soft.
Snape dropped gracefully to his knees, sitting back on his heels. His eyes focused closer. On Lupin’s crotch.
Only nerves had kept Lupin from being rock hard already. With great deliberation, he unbuttoned his trousers and withdrew his still mostly soft cock. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Snape raised his hands tentatively, then hesitated, waiting.
“No.” Lupin’s voice was a breath of a whisper.
Snape clasped his hands behind his back, and Lupin moved forward, placing his feet on either side of Snape’s knees. He threw his head back as Snape’s tongue and lips drew his cock into the warm, wet depths of his mouth, burying his nose in the wiry brown curls at the base. Snape used his tongue and jaw to suckle Lupin’s cock firmly. Lupin groaned as he felt himself quickly swell under the expert ministrations of the kneeling wizard.
Lupin knew that soon Snape would have to back off or choke, and he dropped a hand to the back of Snape’s head to prevent him from withdrawing. He thought the other man would struggle as the swelling member shut off his wind, but he did not. When Lupin didn’t see how Snape could possibly be breathing, he released his hold. Snape promptly backed off a couple of inches, drawing in a huge breath through his nostrils, but not missing a beat. Lupin wondered vaguely, through a haze of pleasure, if Snape would have allowed himself to be suffocated.
Snape’s movements grew more insistent as he stroked his mouth back and forth on Lupin’s cock, swirling his tongue over the tip, keeping the foreskin pushed back with his lips.
“Easy.” Lupin could barely get the word out. “I don’t want to come yet, I just want to feel your mouth.”
Snape immediately backed off, easing the pressure and speed, taking his time, rolling Lupin’s cock lazily on his tongue.
“Enough!” Lupin finally choked out. Snape instantly sat back, his hands still clasped behind him.
Lupin backed away, trembling with need. “Strip.” He was careful to keep his voice even, almost bored sounding.
Snape was up in a singularly graceful motion. He balanced easily on one foot as he pulled off first one boot and then the other. His clothes came off quickly, and he tossed them on a chair. Finished, he stood facing Lupin, eyes straight ahead. Lupin noticed that he was barely hard, and wondered if it was control or lack of interest.
Lupin went to the dresser and rooted through the top drawer. Finding what he wanted, he tossed it to Snape, who caught it without seeming to look.
“Put that on. And make sure it’s tight enough. I don’t want you coming before I tell you to.”
Snape slipped the cock ring on and adjusted it snugly at the very base of his member.
Lupin started pulling off his clothes as he watched. When Snape was done, he tossed him four sheepskin-lined leather bands, then finished stripping as Snape buckled on the wrist and ankle cuffs.
Lupin gestured toward the bed. “On your back.”
Snape lay down, wriggling a little to settle into the mattress, as Lupin knelt on the bed and moved between Snape’s legs. Snape’s cock was swelling and darkening, the return blood flow restricted by the ring. With a wave of his wand, Lupin conjured ropes with heavy clasps that attached to the wall and headboard. Lupin pulled Snape’s wrists above his head, then smiled as the clips on the ropes closed with a satisfying snap. Snape’s legs he bent at the knee, forcing them back until his thighs were pressed against his chest, his knees spread painfully wide. When Lupin had finished adjusting the ties to his satisfaction, he glanced back at Snape’s face to find his eyes on him.
“Well, hello, Severus.” Lupin gave him a gentle smile.
Snape instantly transferred his gaze to the ceiling.
“No, no, Severus. I want you to look at me. I want you to know exactly who it is who’s fucking you, whose cock is buried in your arse. And I want you to see just how much I’m enjoying it.”
Snape’s focus came back to Lupin’s face, the dark eyes unreadable, the face a mask.
Lupin marveled at the man’s control. Reaching out, he ran his fingers up Snape’s cock with a feather light touch. The cock twitched, but otherwise there was no reaction. Lupin transferred his hand to Snape’s balls, cupping them and fondling them gently. Then he closed his hand over them and began to squeeze. Snape never moved. Lupin increased the pressure but aside from drawing a deep breath through flared nostrils, Snape didn’t react.
Lupin shook his head. “I don’t know who trained you, Severus, but you’re the most controlled submissive I’ve ever been with. The problem with that.” He released Snape’s privates. “Is that I like to see a reaction. I like to hear a reaction.” He flicked a nail against Snape’s balls, and Snape arched his back, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply in pain.
Lupin waited until Snape had recovered and was looking at him again before he continued.
“Don’t hold back, Severus.” He reached out and stroked Snape’s cock firmly. “Let me know what you’re feeling. How you’re feeling. Let me know what you want.”
He suddenly sat back and frowned. “And I have a name. You may use it.”
Lupin thought he saw a flicker in the back of Snape’s eyes, but couldn’t be sure what it meant. He waved a jar of lubricant from the dresser, caught it deftly, then tossed his wand on the bedside table. Unscrewing the top, he spread the gel liberally over his cock.
“So, don’t be shy, Severus. Let me know what you think.”
Without warning or preparation, he drove into Snape’s arse, burying himself balls deep and holding himself pressed against the other man.
Snape gave a strangled cry and jerked against the bonds.
“That’s a start.” Lupin’s voice was conversational.
He slowly withdrew to the head, watching Snape’s face. As directed, Snape kept his eyes on Lupin, but his face remained passive. Unreasonably annoyed, Lupin drove into him again as hard as he could. Snape’s breathing deepened, but he lay still. Lupin repeated the rhythm again and again until Snape’s eyes fluttered closed and a deep groan issued from the back of his throat. This spurred Lupin to a quicker, but no less punishing rhythm. Every snide remark, every cutting comment the Potions master had ever made came back to Lupin, and he drove them out with pounding, punishing strokes. Snape bucked against him, straining at the ropes.
When Lupin came, it seemed to go on forever. The only sound was the thudding of his heart as his world narrowed to a single, sharp point of light, then exploded outward in a rush of sound and feeling.
Finally, when the world stopped spinning, he withdrew from Snape’s body.
Snape writhed in his bonds, his cock red and throbbing. His dark eyes pled openly with Lupin.
“What is it, Severus?” Lupin performed a quick cleansing spell on the both of them and sat back on his heels, watching the bound man. He leaned forward and drew a fingertip up Snape’s swollen member. Snape groaned. “What do you want, Severus?” He stroked Snape’s cock very lightly.
“Please.” Snape choked out the word.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me come.” His voice was a strangled whisper.
Lupin leaned forward and released the clip on the rope holding Snape’s wrist cuffs. With a moan, Snape reached for his own cock.
“No!” Lupin batted his hands away.
”Please!” Severus writhed on the bed, his legs still tied.
Lupin released the remaining ropes and with a wince of pain, Snape extended his legs on either side of Lupin. He kept his hands at his sides, convulsively gripping the spread.
Lupin leaned forward and blew a thin stream of air from the base of Snape’s cock to the tip, then swiped his tongue out to gather the tiny drop of come that was all that had managed to escape the constricting ring.
Snape let out a howl of frustration and agony.
Lupin laughed, then with a wave of his wand, the ring disappeared. Snape choked on a cry as his hips surged upward. Watching the force of Snape’s release sent a new surge of fire through Lupin’s veins.
Lupin watched the man on his bed shudder and twitch with the force of his orgasm, and felt his own breath tight in his chest. When Snape stilled, Lupin swung himself off the bed and pulled on a dressing gown from his wardrobe. Snape sat up on the side of the bed, swaying slightly.
Lupin knew better than to offer conversation. He busied himself at his desk until Snape had gathered himself, dressed and was standing by the door, once again staring at the opposite wall.
“My Wolfsbane.” He didn’t look up from the letter he was writing. “I’ll need it this Friday. Bring it at eight.” He looked up at Snape.
Snape fixed him with a long look. “As you wish.” With a brief nod, he backed out of the room, closing the door quietly.
Lupin dropped his head on the desk.
Dear gods, what have I started?
Rising, he looked at the bed, thoroughly mussed from the evening’s activities. A wave of his wand remade the bed with clean linens. Yanking back the covers, Lupin collapsed on his back, covering his eyes with his arm.
Severus Snape was not a man to fuck with.
Lupin chuckled. Actually, he was a great man to fuck with. Mind-blowing, in fact.
That a wizard of Snape’s talent and personal power was a submissive was staggering enough. That he had chosen to bestow the gift of his submission on Lupin was...well, nothing short of a miracle. The man hated and feared him.
Perhaps it was a need to conquer that fear that had driven Snape to offer himself to Lupin?
Lupin rubbed his face with his hands. He had a feeling Snape did not yield himself to just anyone. In fact, Lupin was willing to bet that Snape left his “club” unsatisfied, more often than not.
Lupin shook his head. Why didn’t really matter at this point. The fact was, Severus had given, and Lupin had taken. Oh, he had loved every minute of it, but that gift conveyed a responsibility upon Lupin that he wasn’t sure he could handle. Snape was not an easy man in any other respect, there was no reason to think he would be an easy submissive.
Am I even able to give him what he needs? Lupin stared at the ceiling. Do I want to try?
He curled up on his side, pulling the quilt over his head. Friday was still two days away.
Lupin was writing a letter at his desk when the knock came at his door. He glanced at the clock. Eight o’clock, exactly.
“Come in.”
He didn’t look up, but he listened to the approaching footsteps, barely audible on the carpet. A flask appeared at the edge of his vision, then a goblet was set with equal care at his elbow. He continued writing as the flask disappeared again. There came the sound of a cork being pulled, followed by the gurgle of the thick, bitter-smelling liquid as it was poured slowly into the vessel. The flask was re-corked and returned to the desk.
He finished what he was writing, capped the ink, and put the letter aside to finish later. Lifting the slightly smoking potion, he gulped it down in one go, unable to refrain from making a face. He wiped his moustache on his handkerchief and looked up at Snape for the first time.
“Thank you.”
Was that a flicker of disdain in those unreadable eyes? He stood, drawing himself to his full, imposing height.
“I was thanking the Potions master, not the submissive.” He watched Snape carefully.
After a few seconds, Snape gave a brief nod. “There is more, if you have need.”
Lupin strolled to the center of the room, arms folded. He stared at Snape for an extra moment, to let him know that the power had now shifted. “When you enter this room, the first thing you will always do is place your wand on the dresser.”
Snape moved quietly to obey, then stood facing Lupin when he had complied.
“Here.” Lupin’s voice was soft, belying the burning of his eyes. As Snape approached, Lupin dropped his hands at his sides. “Remove my robes.”
Snape’s unfastened the clasp at the throat and slipped the cloak from Lupin’s shoulders. Folding it carefully, he placed it over a chair and reached up to undo the buttons of the robe.
“Touch me while you do it.”
Snape looked up, a question in his eyes, but Lupin offered no further instructions. He continued unfastening the buttons, then, placing his hands flat on the taller man’s chest, he smoothed them up and over his shoulders, peeling the robe away as he went. He caught the garment with his fingertips, then stroked his hands down Lupin’s arms as he eased the fabric down. It joined the cloak on the chair, and this time Snape stepped closer to Lupin. Sliding his hands around Lupin’s body, he eased them under the waist of his pants and down to cup the werewolf’s buttocks.
Lupin threw his head back and groaned as Snape dropped slowly to one knee, sliding the last of the clothing off Lupin’s body. When Snape started to rise, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Snape’s hands then trailed up Lupin’s legs, his fingers fanning out over the man’s thighs before they came up, one cupping his balls, the other wrapping around his cock. His mouth closed gently over Lupin’s semi-erect member, and he sucked and stroked with a sensual languor.
Lupin closed his eyes and sighed as his body relaxed and his cock stiffened. He stroked Snape’s head absently until at last he hooked his fingertips under Snape’s jaw and lifted gently. Snape stood, locking his unreadable eyes on Lupin’s face.
“On the bed.” Lupin jerked his head.
Snape raised his hands to his collar and hesitated, a question in his eyes.
“Of course naked, you prat.” Did he see a corner of Snape’s mouth twitch before it was obscured by that curtain of hair? Lupin shook himself mentally. He was finding it more difficult to maintain his Dominant persona with someone he had known most of his life, than with a stranger. He had the feeling, however, that if he didn’t, Snape would eat him alive – and not in a nice way.
“On your back.”
Snape moved onto the overlong bed, settling himself.
Lupin studied him. “Move down a bit.”
Snape moved himself down a foot, squirming in a most inviting way. Lupin retrieved his wand from the desk.
“Spread.”
Snape spread-eagled himself, his eyes never leaving Lupin’s face. With a wave of Lupin’s wand, he was bound securely to the four corners of the bed.
Setting the wand aside, Lupin climbed on the bed, facing Snape’s feet. He carefully straddled Snape’s head, leaned forward on one hand, and used the other to position his cock against Snape’s lips.
“All right, Severus. How about finishing what you started?”
Snape opened his mouth, arched his head back and let Lupin’s cock slide all the way down his throat.
Lupin gasped.
Sweet mother of Merlin!
He was going to have to be careful he didn’t accidentally choke the man. He raised his hips a fraction, allowing Snape the freedom to direct his own actions. Lupin groaned and felt Snape’s mouth smile around his cock.
Arrogant bastard.
Lupin looked down at the sight of Snape’s semi-erect cock. All right, two could play this game. He repositioned his knees and dropped to his elbows. After nuzzling Snape’s cock for a moment, he then drew it into his mouth and sucked lazily. Snape’s back arched, lifting his hips in supplication. It was Lupin’s turn to smile.
It took very little time for Lupin to discover that Snape was mirroring his movements exactly; lick for lick, stroke for stroke. It was the most uncanny sensation, almost as though he was sucking himself. With a moan, he sucked greedily, feeling the actions echoed around his own cock. He wasn’t going to be able to stand much of this.
He pulled himself off Snape, kneeling at the side of the bound man. Lupin was flushed and panting, and knew he had been very close to being finished. Snape watched him, his face completely calm, devoid of any signs of impending orgasm.
Self-controlled prick.
With a wave, Lupin vanished the ropes.
“On your knees, up to the top.”
Snape complied. The ropes reappeared and bound his wrists to the headboard.
“All right, my self-contained submissive,” he ground out between clenched teeth as he moved behind Snape. “I am going to fuck you until you scream.” He was gratified to feel a shiver run the length of Snape’s body. “But first,” he continued, sliding a well-lubricated finger into Snape. “You’re going to beg.”
A second finger joined the first, curled around and stroked against the small mound of Snape’s prostate. He gasped and Lupin brought his other hand up to rub gentle circles on Snape’s belly. Snape started rocking, pressing into Lupin’s hand.
“That’s right,” Lupin whispered. He moved his fingers so that even though he was still stroking in and out of Snape, he no longer caressed that most sensitive of places.
Snape whimpered, his head hanging between his arms. Lupin wrapped his fingers around Snape’s cock, stroking lightly in time with his other hand. Several minutes ticked by with Lupin only occasionally feathering a finger over Snape’s prostate. Snape was starting to sweat, and his breathing became ragged. Lupin slowed the pace until he was hardly moving.
“Please.”
Lupin barely heard the whisper. “Did you say something?”
Snape threw his head back, eyes closed, breaths coming unevenly through his mouth. He swallowed.
“Please, Remus. For Merlin’s sake, fuck me.” It was a breathless whisper that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Lupin’s cock. He hastily coated himself with gel and slid deep into Snape. It felt like coming home.
He gave himself up to the initial euphoria, pounding happily into Snape, hardly hearing the man’s groans, or perhaps, unable to distinguish them from his own.
Gradually, his focus returned to the room, and slowing his strokes, he angled for Snape's prostate. Snape bucked back into him, straining at the ropes on his wrists. Lupin slowed his strokes until he was barely moving, and Snape shuddered.
Lupin continued his excruciatingly slow pace, watching Snape carefully. Snape’s head was thrown back and he could see that the black eyes were tightly closed, the muscles of Snape’s jaw clenched, as he tried to ride out the exquisite pleasure/pain of a really slow arse fuck. It was hard to tell which of them was sweating more as Lupin maintained the slow pace. He was thinking that if Snape didn’t give soon, his head might explode – along with various other parts of him.
“Fuck!” Lupin heard the strangled word. “Harder... Remus... faster... please... fuck!”
With a shout of triumph, Lupin drove into Snape, harder, faster, as he leaned over him, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s chest.
“Don’t come, Severus.”
Snape whined.
“Not yet. Not YET!” Lupin shouted it as he emptied himself into Snape, shuddering and grinding his hips against him.
Panting, he eased out of Snape and flopped onto his back beside the kneeling wizard. He pushed the damp hair out of his eyes and looked at Snape still bound to the headboard. Snape was glaring at him. His wrists were raw from the rope, his cock swollen and dripping.
Lupin waved the rope away, hooked an arm under Snape’s ribs and pulled him all the way across his body, rolling with him and pinning him on his back.
“Now, Severus...” he was still panting slightly. “I want you to feed me your soul.”
He ducked his head to Snape’s distended cock and swallowed him whole, sucking and stroking him with his tongue.
Snape cried out, thrusting his hips upward, pouring himself into Lupin’s eager mouth.
They lay, side by side, until their breathing returned to normal. Lupin recovered first, rising and reaching for his robes. Snape took the signal, and was up and dressed before Lupin had settled at his desk.
Lupin could see that Snape was trembling slightly as he stood by the door, awaiting orders.
“More Wolfsbane tomorrow.” Lupin was pleased that his voice was steady.
Snape inclined his head briefly. “As you wish.” He backed out the door and was gone.
Lupin sank back on the edge of the bed.
Sweet Merlin’s great Aunt Fanny.
He had to take the Wolfsbane every night for a week. He wasn’t sure he could live through a week of sex with Snape. Not that he had to have sex with him every day. Lupin fell back on the bed, a huge grin on his face, and promptly fell asleep.
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to be continued in Part 1, Chapter 2