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The Long Road	By : SinisterMe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Remus Views: 63598 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Severus wasted little time before climbing into bed and under the blanket with Remus, who turned his head as if he could see what was happening.
After a couple minutes with no movement, Remus asked in a choked voice, “What are you doing, sir?” He hated himself for his weakness; pleading to know what was going on was just another way to give Snape more power. Severus could choose to tell him in agonizing detail what he was planning or say nothing at all, leaving him to wait and see with trepidation.
“Absolutely nothing at this present time,” Snape replied. He’d been waiting for Remus to say or do something to indicate he was processing what was happening. “May I touch you?”
“You’re going to have to do more than touch me before tonight is over, sir.”
Severus, still lying on his back, shuffled closer to Remus. “I am aware of that. Roll onto your side then, please.”
Remus immediately regretted his previous brass, doing as he was told without hesitation. He turned with his back to Severus, that one motion making him totally helpless to the other man. He couldn’t fight back even if he wanted to; the bond would punish him for attempting to purposefully harm his master, never mind that he was essentially blind and had no use of his hands.
“Thank you,” Severus said, feeling rather like a tool. He slid closer, placing his arm over Remus’ stomach and moving so that his chest was against the other man’s back, angling his hips so there would be no direct contact between his body and Lupin’s bottom. When he had Remus in his arms he lay still, again thinking the words to the bonding ceremony on repeat in his mind.
After a long period of waiting for something, anything to happen, Remus asked, “Are you waiting for me to do something, sir?”
Severus heard the tremor in his voice, felt the tautness in the muscles of the other man’s body. He knew Remus was frightened even without these telling signs and wished an especially hot place in hell to be set aside for whichever bottom feeding, numbskull Ministry employee that had bungled the mailing of that blasted letter.
He took a calming breath. “No,” Severus replied, trolling his fingers lightly down Remus’ chest. He rolled his head forward and rested his forehead on the other man’s shoulder.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what are we doing, sir?” Lupin’s arms drew a little tighter to his body; he hated playing this game.
“We are waiting,” Severus said.
“For what, sir?” Remus asked uneasily.
“For you to relax,” Snape lifted his head and placed a kiss on Remus’ shoulder.
“That isn’t necessary, sir,” Remus protested, thinking that they would be waiting a very long time indeed. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to overestimate his staying power, only to find he had run out halfway through the ceremony, if it would even take that long. Power and lust did strange things to people and Severus had never been known for his patience, unless it was that he had very little of it.
“You’re trembling, Remus,” Snape pointed out. “We have time. Right now is much the same as the last couple of nights have been; we’re just going to end up taking it a little farther tonight. I know something that will help put you more at ease, try rolling towards me.”
Remus did as he was told; he would do anything he was told tonight if it would make things easier. He was very thankful for those glasses of wine, he felt them radiating from inside him; they may have been the only things keeping him from completely unravelling.
He felt like he was losing grip on reality. With his hands tied and his eyes incapable of sight he was having a difficult time keeping memory and reality straight. If Severus wasn’t talking to him he would have had a hard time distinguishing this from the memories of Macnair. Although Walden had never touched him so carefully, never embraced him or kissed him like this; so maybe it wouldn’t have been as difficult as he feared; maybe it was just the utter powerlessness that felt strikingly similar.
Remus now facing him, Snape took his wrists in his hands, muttering a short incantation as he pulled them further apart from each other. The silk cord binding them stretched and grew, increasing the length between Lupin’s hands but still leaving them tied together. He didn’t release Remus when the cord was lengthened, keeping his hands in contact with the other man’s, holding them tight so Remus would have no doubt of what he was doing.
“Many things tonight have been left up to me by the bond. I will not be able to untie you or return your sight until after, however. I wish it could be otherwise,” Severus said, moving his hand momentarily to brush the backs of his fingers along the edge of where the blindfold ran along Remus’ cheek before bringing it back down to.
“It isn’t your fault, sir,” Remus said. It was the truth, Severus hadn’t chosen the bond.
“Perhaps not completely,” Snape allowed. “We can stay like this for a while; that way you will know where I am and what I’m doing long enough to calm yourself slightly.”
“Thank you, sir,” Remus said, trying not to let his emotions colour his voice too much. He was already feeling his heartbeat beginning to slow. The knowledge that he could move his hands even a bit was relieving all by itself. Snape taking a few minutes to allow him to get his bearings was more than generous in Remus’ mind. He focused his breathing and tried to dig up some more fortitude before Snape got tired of waiting and went ahead with the ritual. They hadn’t really even begun and he was already staving off dread.
Snape made little movement, watching Remus’ breathing even out in the dim light. After a while he retracted one of his hands and scratched his leg, returning it to sit on Lupin’s waist. He felt like he must be doing something right, because when his hand came in contact with Lupin’s clammy skin the man didn’t even jerk in response, though a muscle in his face did jump. He hoped this meant that Remus wasn’t so badly stressed.
He slid his other arm under Remus’ pillow, curling his elbow around him and kissing him slowly. It took a second, but he felt Remus return the action, one of his cuffed hands coming up to rst on Snape’s chest; not pushing him away, simply touching.
“Thank you, sir,” Remus said, “I needed that.”
“I will always try to give you what you need, Remus,” Severus said solemnly.
“Strong words for someone in the middle of a binding ritual, sir,” Remus said, wishing he hadn’t immediately.
Snape grinned; glad the other man couldn’t see it. “You may be right; I mean them all the same.” He moved his hand lower to Remus’ hip. “I’m going to keep kissing you now, if you aren’t overly averse to it.”
“Please, sir,” Remus said. He couldn’t deny that he liked being kissed; Severus was quite skilled at it for a man he’d never known to be in a relationship. It was a layer of intimacy over the necessity of what they were doing. It was in no way obligatory, but Snape seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.
Severus was languidly moving their mouths together, nibbling on Lupin’s bottom lip and occasionally tangling their tongues. One hand now cupped the back of Lupin’s head and the other held his body near. As Remus returned his attentions he thought for the first time during this whole encounter that he might be able to perform as needed; the sight of a shaking, frightened Remus had done nothing to stir his libido.
His lips trailed down the other man’s neck, much as they had the other night, but this time Severus didn’t hold as much back. He nipped and sucked at the juncture between Remus’ neck and shoulder, tongue immediately following teeth; laving at the sharp sensations they caused.
Remus craned his neck back and Severus took that as a direct invitation to move his mouth lower, covering the smooth terrain of his collar bone and pectorals. He recalled how much the other man had enjoyed the attention he had paid to his nipples and decided to see if he would respond the same way again tonight. His tongue brushed against one of the small pink buds, returning again to swirl around it, followed by a light grazing of his teeth and then the tongue again.
Remus gasped, his hips rocking with the slight tease of Snape’s teeth against his nipple. To his consternation he brushed against Snape in that movement and found the man already half hard. Much to his own surprise, Lupin found himself enjoying the idea that without that potion in his system, Severus was turned on after just a few moments of kissing him. At least that meant that Snape could take pleasure in him; maybe that would be enough for a while before he had to supplement with some of the things Walden had used to spice things up.
As it was, he allowed Severus to explore his body in the near hesitant way the man seemed to prefer. The feather light touches and moist kisses that were laid upon him made him feel momentarily that he was actually worth something to this man; he almost shook his head. That was the most dangerous thinking of all; if he wasn’t careful he would learn to love anything his master did to him, pleasure or pain.
Severus returned his lips to Remus’, pulling the smaller man close, pressing their cocks together. The sensation was wonderful; Snape wished, not for the first time, that Remus wasn’t wearing that infernal blindfold so he could see the emotions playing across his face more accurately. As it was he slid his hand down to rest lightly on the curve of Remus’ ass, feeling the smooth skin there and holding back a sound of appreciation. It had been a very long time since he’d done this with anyone.
Remus found he had quite the range of motion with his hands when he actually tried to move them. Severus had invited him to be free with his touches days ago, he tried to remind himself it was a privilege already granted. So when Snape pulled their bodies close and cupped a hand over his bottom, Remus reached up and put his hand on the other man’s chest, moving forward to kiss him and hoping he didn’t bash heads with Severus in his blindness. Somehow he calculated correctly, opening his mouth to Snape’s almost instantly upon making contact. If it was going to happen like this, he saw no reason to not participate if his master would allow him to.
Snape let out a shocked ‘mmph’ when Remus’ mouth latched onto his. He hadn’t expected that the other man would take part so earnestly; sure that he would be leading the entire evening. That would have been fine with him, but this was definitely better. He reached down between them, grabbing both of their cocks and stroking upward as if they were one.
Remus moaned against his mouth, not knowing the touch was coming without his sight. Snape reached over and took the vial of lubricant in hand, putting some onto his palm, capping it and tossing it aside for later. He brought his hand back down, making the same motion again, but with the added intensity of the emollient. He rubbed the heads of both their lengths together, toying with them between his fingers before beginning to slide his hand up and down their erections in a smooth and steady pace.
Remus groaned low in his throat, grasping for Severus’ arm and laying his forehead on his chest.
His exhales came steady and hot against Severus’ chest. Snape didn’t stop his motions, but slowed them to a more languorous pace. When Remus moved away from him a little, Severus captured his mouth in another long kiss, pulling away and removing his hand from their members as well. He pushed himself off the mattress, sitting up a little.
“I could suck your cock now, sir,” Remus said, partially rising off the bed. He knew it was coming anyway, it was part of the ritual; if he made it happen now maybe it wouldn’t catch him by surprise later.
Snape saw immediately that Remus was somehow using this suggestion as a form of defense; trying to keep control of the situation in some way. As the ceremony was going to go that way anyway, he saw no reason not to let Remus have whatever control he could have.
“I would like that very much,” he said. He reclined the opposite way he had been just a moment ago, his feet toward the headboard and his head toward the foot of the bed; this way Remus wouldn’t have to move around very much.
Remus leant forward, feeling cautiously up Snape’s thigh, finding his erection and testing its size in his hand before lowering his mouth over its length with no hesitation. Macnair had always hated seeing any reluctance from him, always preferring prompt service when he wasn’t helping himself. He didn’t know what Severus preferred, but he hoped to learn quickly so as to anger the man as little as possible; though angering him at all was proving more difficult than Remus had imagined it would be.
Severus watched Lupin feel blindly up his body until he found what he was looking for, mouth descending over him, taking over half of him into its slick, wet heat. He let out a long sigh, his heart pounded in his chest. Though he wished he could remove Remus’ blindfold more than ever, he had to admit that the sight of it across the other man’s eyes was rather arousing.
Remus pulled up to tease the sensitive tip by snaking his tongue around and over it, popping it back in his mouth and sliding as far down the shaft as he was able. Snape was huge, he was pulling as much of him as he could handle down his throat without choking or discomfort, trying to keep his lips tight around the flesh as he went. He felt Severus’ hand card through his hair on a downward suck and hoped he’d taken a large enough breath.
The hand curled through his hair, it didn’t pull or twist but slid down to rest on the back of his neck, fingers and thumb rubbing the place where his neck and shoulder met with a gentle squeeze. That touch somehow made him feel like he was connected to the other man; that he was perhaps more than just a series of holes to be filled. He distinctly heard Severus let out a breathy groan and was faintly pleased he could get any reaction out of the stoic man. More than anything he was relieved that Snape didn’t seem inclined to make him take the rest of him in his mouth if he couldn’t handle it, allowing Remus to go at his own pace.
Severus lay back, watching Lupin’s ministrations for another moment before reclining totally on the bed, turning towards the other man, whose member was now enticingly close to his face.
Deciding to return the favor, he leaned in and took Lupin’s erection into his mouth. Mouth still around him, Remus moaned, a vibration that seemed to echo through Snape’s whole body starting at his dick. He set his hand on Remus’ buttock and began bobbing his head up and down at a faster pace. The other man tasted of salty pre-come and smelled clean but distinctly of himself, a musky odor he found quite appealing. He enjoyed wringing little sounds out of his companion, who seemed to enjoy holding them back just as much.
Remus was finding it difficult to focus with his master’s mouth teasing and sucking his cock. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, the sensation was overtaking him. He brought a hand up to fondle Snape’s balls, hoping to bring the other man off before he came himself. By this time he able to take in most of the shaft, he could tell by the heat produced by Snape’s body on his downward bobs. Every sound Snape made sent ripples of pleasure through his body and he was sure the feeling would work both ways. He allowed himself to make a sound deep in his esophagus while he had much of the other man down his throat, feeling him go even stiffer before his orgasm took him. He swallowed as much come as he was able, lavishing his tongue across the slowly softening member and allowing Severus to ride out his orgasm.
His work done, Remus didn’t even have a chance to lay back on the mattress before he himself was coming, his cock still buried to the root between his master’s lips. His whole body shook with the intensity of it, he held on to Severus’ leg for support, to remind himself that the other man was still here and this was not a dream. Snape allowed him to experience wave after wave of pleasure, releasing him from his mouth only when Lupin sagged back against the bed, spent.
It took much more effort than he had hoped, but Snape managed to turn his body one hundred and eighty degrees around so his head was again resting beside Remus’. He straightened the blanket out over them to ward off the chilly air and snuck his arm around the lycanthrope's middle.
He said the words to the next part of the bond, speaking them clearly, the other man in his arms. Before the ritual was brought to life by the sex magic they would be essentially invoking, he would need to draw Remus’ blood; that way it would not need to be done violently during the most intimate part of the ritual. They would recover first, however.
Severus kissed Lupin warmly when he was done speaking. “Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” Remus retorted. “I- you shouldn’t have done that; not for me.” He was briefly glad his sight wasn’t permitted; not wanting to see whatever expression was on his master’s face.
Snape rested his fingertips on Lupin’s cheek. “There was nothing demeaning about what I did for you, or what you did for me. There is nothing debasing in the attentions I will pay to your body, for me or for you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, sir,” Remus said neutrally.
Severus sighed. “I would be a fool to think otherwise.”
Remus let out a small laugh; there was the Severus Snape he knew. “Well I would be a fool to argue, sir; your ‘attentions’ were more than gratifying.”
Severus smirked, knowing the other man couldn’t see it. “I’m not through with you yet.”
Remus stiffened. “Of course, sir.”
“I was teasing, Remus,” Snape admonished.
“You don’t much strike me as the type for that, sir.”
“Ah, but we’ve already determined that I’m full of surprises.”
“We certainly have, sir,” Remus agreed wholeheartedly for once.
They lay there quietly for a while, their bodies molding against each other as the minutes passed. Snape lifted his head up from Remus’ shoulder, where he had been placing a series of soft kisses. He wasn’t normally anywhere near this affectionate; something in him pushed him to do this, to treat Remus as he would a lover, to try and set him at ease. He surrendered to it willingly, finding it much easier than he had previously thought possible. All the same, he sometimes had to be the bearer of bad news.
“Before we move forward, I will need to draw some blood; you knew that, correct?” Severus asked.
Remus nodded. He hadn’t known it was needed per se, but had expected it all the same. He was glad that Snape had taken the time to heal his torso before this. He wondered what sort of whip his master had chosen; a blade perhaps? A shiver ran through his body. He felt his heart lament as he realized that all of the affection Severus had shown him up to this point was to be stripped away, taken from him completely. He felt the poignant loss of something he’d never really had to begin with.
“A silver blade was recommended by the original text,” Severus said into the place between Remus’ shoulder blades; for some reason he felt inclined to hold Remus until it was absolutely necessary to let him go.
Remus felt like may possibly vomit; he took a deep breath and held it, releasing it slowly.
Severus continued, “I looked long and hard for an acceptable substitute; eventually finding that a platinum blade will achieve a similar effect, possibly even better since the metal is mostly unreactive. As a brewer I had many on hand; I chose that instead.”
“Sir, is that why M-Macnair whipped me with those silver wound cords?” It was still sometimes hard to keep his voice from breaking when he said that man’s name.
“I believe so, but the ritual he chose to create was so choppy and underdeveloped I can’t be sure.” Severus rolled away, pulling a small scalpel from inside his bedside drawer removing the leather casing off of its blade and rolling back to his place at Remus’ side. “Turn towards me, please.”
Remus rolled over, shifting so he was facing his master. He was sure he was strong enough to handle whatever Severus would throw his way, but that didn’t stop a bubble of anxiety from forming in his stomach.
Severus sat up and took Remus’ hand; sterilized a space on the pad of his thumb as well as his own hands and the blade of the knife. “Are you ready, Remus?”
Remus wished people wouldn’t ask that right before they were going to do something horrible to you; not when you were obligated to answer only one way. “Yes, sir.”
“Okay, here it goes,” Severus sliced into Remus thumb, a cut that was less than an inch long but produced quite a bit of blood for an injury of its size. Snape set the knife aside, feeling inside of himself for his magic, pulling it forward and running his own thumb over Remus’ at the same time while repeating the words to the bond out loud again and again.
All the while he thought about how much he hated this action, how he wanted Remus to be whole and healthy more than he wanted any of this. He used a basic healing spell to seal the wound so it wouldn’t bother Lupin and set the scalpel and cover back in the drawer, closing it again so neither of them would have to see it in the morning.
He placed a kiss on the hand he had just cut and healed. “It’s over.”
“That was it?” Remus asked, letting out a long exhale.
“Yes, that was it; I’m sorry it had to happen at all. Nowhere did it say the magic required buckets of your blood, just that your blood must be spilled between the first and the second stages of the physical bonding. I chose to go the most minimalistic way possible while still abiding by the rules of the ceremony.”
Remus swallowed loudly, moving his hand so it was splayed across Snape’s chest. “Thank you sir; that means a lot to me.” Were they even completing the same bond? He couldn’t believe how different the two men went about the same ritual, how each interpreted and deployed the words. The contrast between Macnair and Severus was staggering; he was having a difficult time denying it.
“I’ve put the scalpel away; we won’t need it again.” Tonight or ever.
Remus nodded. He set his hand on the side of Snape’s neck and leant in to kiss him.
Severus responded quickly, lips replying with gentle pressure, tongue reaching out to taste Remus’. When the other man didn’t think to stifle himself he responded beautifully to his caresses. Severus wished again that that blindfold could come off yet again before it occurred to him then that there may be a way to make the best of the situation.
He Summoned a quill from across the room; ostrich feather, a gift from Lucius years ago. He’d received it for Christmas and couldn’t say he’d ever used the flamboyant thing once. When it came to his hand he didn’t think twice before snapping the nib off and chucking it on top of the dresser, twirling the feather in his fingers.
Remus turned his head at the sound of the nib clattering across the dresser. “What was that, sir?”
“That was me preparing a suitable toy; knives do not belong in bed,” Severus alluded, almost regretting it when Remus’ face crumpled a little. He wondered when the other man would accept the fact that he wouldn’t purposefully hurt him for sport.
Deciding to put the other man out of his misery, Snape pulled the think blanked back from Lupin’s body. He took the feather by the spine and allowed its soft tendrils to descend upon Remus’ inner thigh, moving his hand so they teased their way up his leg, stopping just short of his cock. He took in the way that the other man’s breath hitched and skin jumped; definitely not the sensation he had been anticipating.
“Sir?” Remus asked, forehead wrinkled.
Snape brushed the feather down Remus’ chest, it crossed his nipple, his belly button, again stopping just short of his dick, which twitched but didn’t seem to know if it should be fully interested yet. His own arousal, on the other hand, had returned full force already. Perhaps it was because of taking that potion but he was rock hard and could feel his pulse racing just at the sight of the other man.
“Yes, Remus?” he replied in a low voice, giving the other half of the sandy haired man’s chest the same treatment.
“Is that a – feather?” Remus almost choked on the word as Snape finally pulled the instrument very lightly over his cock; the impression the feather left on his skin was lingering and surprisingly exciting, since he’d no idea where it would caress next.
“It very well might be,” Severus said, dusting the toy across Remus’ stomach.
Remus heard the smile in Snape’s voice blindfolded more clearly than he’d ever seen it with his own eyes. “Oh,” was all he could say in return; his shock apparent.
Snape decided it was time to have some fun. He laid himself out so that he was resting propped up on one elbow, in such a position that most of Lupin’s form was available to him with easy movements. He then started to play for real, teasing Remus’ body seemingly at random with the feather, laying trails of sloppy kisses down the other man’s chest and across his stomach and blowing cool air over them. Remus didn’t seem to know how to react to this kind of attention, but his cock appeared to have decided to get involved and was slowly hardening.
Remus knew he was writhing around more than he probably should, but between the tantalizing feather and the lingering kisses he barely knew which way was up. His breathing was becoming dangerously close to panting and he had wound the slack length of silk cord around his hands to keep him from doing something rash like touching Severus while he was doing this… The other man seemed to hear his thoughts, as he stopped his ministrations momentarily and pulled away a little.
Grabbing two pillows from the head of the bed, Snape returned to the lower portion of the bed.
He kissed Remus’ hip. “I’m going to slide a couple of pillows under you,” he told the other man softly. “It will make everything else easier for us later.”
Remus nodded, not sure he trusted his voice. He found himself turned on despite his anxiety and was completely unsure how to feel about it.
Severus helped to maneuver the pillows underneath Remus’ lower back and moved down in the bed, finding the lubricant where he had tossed it aside earlier and bringing it along with him. He helped Remus to move his legs, as the other man wouldn’t be able to see and he had no desire to be kicked in the face on accident.
He was now positioned so that he was between Remus’ legs; the view was wonderful all the way up the other man's body. He kissed Lupin’s thighs. “I’d like to prepare you now, Remus.”
Lupin turned his head to the side. “Of course, sir.”
Severus moved forward, bringing himself up so that his body covered Remus’. He kissed the lycanthrope just under his ear. “Remus,” he asked, “please don’t turn away from me. I don’t want this to be just another thing that happens to you; I want this to be something you and I do together.”
Lupin tilted his head so they were facing each other. Severus didn’t miss the opportunity, touching their lips together sweetly.
“I can try, sir,” Remus said, voice hoarse.
“That is all I will ever ask,” Severus answered, brushing their lips together again before moving his lips lower, placing a sequence of kisses down Remus’ body until he was again resting between bent legs. He cast the spell that would clear the other man’s bowels, cleansing him inside to prevent discomfort.
Severus coated the fingers of one hand with lubricant, moving his other hand along Remus’ ass so he would know that the invading touch would be next. He pressed the saturated tip of his index finger gently against his entrance, trailing the digit around the firm ring of muscle carefully. His other hand rested on Remus thigh, almost as if to steady him.
Remus hadn’t anticipated that. As soon as he’d felt that first touch on his bottom, the tingling of that sanitation spell, he’d been bracing himself for penetration. The meek probe of Severus’ finger had caused him to jolt, but only because he’d been expecting something else, the ripping, searing agony of too much, too fast. His breathing slowed even as Snape pressed onward cautiously.
Severus’ digit was buried just to the second knuckle at this point; he moved his finger in a circular motion, as if he were drawing spirals in the sand, stretching the muscle before pushing it in a little more. He eased in until he could go no farther, rotating his wrist as he withdrew. He entered again; a little less opposition this time. Remus was wonderfully tight around him; he felt his cock pulsing at the thought of eventual entrance into that constrictive channel.
Pulling all of the way out, he applied more lube to his hand; returning two fingers this time, testing their admittance and finding it too snug for his liking. He pushed the single digit back in and continued his previous rhythm, slow and easy. He wrapped his other arm around Remus’ thigh so that he could stroke his fingers down the vein on his member, his other finger moving inside of him all the while.
Remus took a large inhale as Severus began to pay attention to his dick while at the same time continuing to turn his finger in and out of his body. The feeling of broadening was there, especially as Severus nudged a second fingertip at his opening; but there was no pain and the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. After a while, the second finger returned, a little more resolutely this time, twisting and poking inside of him with surprising ease.
The hand massaging his organ didn’t stop its attentions as he was breached carefully with the second digit. Remus had braced himself for the shock of quick entrance; when the fingers slid in easily and only a short distance, he felt his body relax again. As they surged onward he felt himself adapt to their size, the slow yielding of his body; he’d forgotten that this could be anything other than excruciating. Despite that fact, he found himself gasping openly as Snape’s fingers passed the second knuckle and filled him as far as they were able.
Severus saw Remus react and curled his fingers a little, searching for that bundle of nerves inside him that would hopefully ignite an even grander response from the man. He was as deep as they would go; his ring and pinky fingers were pressed up against the smaller man’s bottom. It took a moment of searching, but he knew the instant he found it; Remus’ hips jumped off the bed and he let out a surprised cry. He pulled his other hand up Lupin’s shaft, brushing against that place inside him again and again.
Remus’ panting turned slowly to as series of small moans as Severus continued to scissor his fingers inside of him, hand on his prick all the while. Every once in a while his fingertips would angle to graze against something inside him that set his entire body alight with enjoyment.
“Sir,” he gasped, “you need to – ah – stop that.”
A velvety voice from below him asked, “Am I hurting you?” Probing fingers withdrew; he felt a kiss being placed on his inner thigh; the arm around his leg tightened faintly.
“No,” Remus groaned. “I’m afraid I’ll… Sir, I don’t want to come before you do…” He knew his words weren’t right; he’d either said more than he should or he’d left everything out. Remus felt that ‘exposed’ wasn’t a vast enough word to describe what he was right now; he couldn’t even see Snape’s face to judge how he was appraising this encounter.
“Oh, is that all?” Snape drawled, one greased hand sliding up and down his cock again, the other moving up to caress his balls, shifting lower to nudge at his entrance. “That thought has occurred to me, but is far from being a concern.” Those devilish fingers returned, stroking against the spot that sent lightning through his body until Remus didn’t think he could take it anymore, not with that firm pressure across the length of his erection.
“Oh Severus,” he breathed as another orgasm tore through him.
Snape noted the use of his name instead of some inflated title, finding it quite arousing. He wondered if Remus even noticed that he had said it. His own prick was throbbing, pressed into the mattress. He was patient; watching Remus’ body rotate and contort in pleasure was its own reward on some level. While Lupin was preoccupied with the orgasm rippling through his body, he added some more lubricant and a third finger.
Remus thought he was done riding the wave of sensation that had, he was sure, splattered both him and his master in evidence of its presence. Then he felt himself being widened again, this time not quite as carefully as the last two times. He couldn’t help but let out a growl of frustration as Snape’s hand stopped only halfway inside of his body. This close to the moon his libido ran rampant, or had before it had been totally destroyed by Macnair. He pushed his hips down, trying to indicate he was ready for more without reducing himself to begging for it.
Feeling the downward thrust of Lupin’s hips, Severus worked himself farther into the other man, rubbing his middle finger against his prostate and using his index and ring fingers to widen the passage. He saw that Remus’ cock sprang to life yet again; lycanthrope virility was quite astounding this close to the full moon. He found himself smiling; they could make great use of that, later.
After a time, he moved up and took his hand away, opening the bottle of lubricant and spreading a generous measure on his cock. He moved his own body up and placed the tip near Remus’ opening. Taking a moment to see how the other man was handling this progression he found Lupin’s mouth to be a thin line across his face, his hands unwound from the cord and balled in the sheets on either side of his body; despite this obvious unease, his cock was hard all over again.
Severus took one of Remus’ legs and lifted it so it was resting over his shoulder, bringing his arm around the meaty part of the lycanthrope’s thigh to support it there. At the same time he gradually pushed his hips forward; his cock burrowing at an agonizing pace into Remus’ hot, constrictive body. The resistance he met wasn’t as great as he’d anticipated; with little effort he was fully sheathed in the other man.
Remus’ hands had unwound themselves from the extra measure of silk cord, grasping for purchase anywhere they could. Snape took one of them and set it on his shoulder, bringing the other up to cup his cheek, holding it under the expanse of his own hand for a second before turning his face to kiss Lupin’s open palm.
“Is this too much, Remus?” he asked, barely trusting his own voice. An instinct inside of his head was urging him incessantly to plunge himself into Remus; that the other man belonged to him, it was his right. He gritted his teeth and held himself still despite it.
Remus shook his head. “No; please…” his voice was barely heard.
“Please, what?” Severus urged more gently than he thought he’d be able.
“Please,” Remus gulped for air. “More,” he rumbled.
Severus didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out and thrust in again as unhurriedly as he was able, repeating the motion again and again, with each move forward gaining confidence that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He himself was breathing erratically, his voice caught in his throat as his body experienced the wonder of this kind of intimacy for the first time in uncountable years. Knowing that despite his best intentions, he wouldn’t last very long, he angled himself so that with every thrust his prick would stroke Remus’ prostate. His hand found its way to the lycanthrope’s cock, caressing it firmly in time to the rhythm of his hips.
Remus brought his hand up to what he assumed was Severus’ chest, the other gripping his arm. He felt wild, his entire self a flame fanned with every bump of that group of nerves inside of him. There was no pain; only the feeling of being filled, he could hardly control himself as Snape drove into him as far as he could possibly go. Remus let out a sound free of consonants, pouring his seed over the both of them for the second time this evening, more molten pleasure than he thought possible rolled through his body as he shuddered under his master’s strong momentum.
Feeling Remus’ body constrict even more around him and hearing the incoherent sound that was pulled from his throat, Snape found himself speeding his motions slightly despite his best intentions. He built himself up to a crescendo and was unable to stop his own pleasure from peaking. He came; pulsing inside Remus, his thrusting movements slowing to a stop as his orgasm gradually wore itself out. He leaned forward, giving the sandy haired man a long kiss before reluctantly withdrawing from his body.
Severus stood up immediately and crossed the room.
Remus felt him leave, heard the door to the bathroom being opened and the sound of the taps being run. He lay there, totally spent, every cell in his body vibrating with the intensity of what he’d just experienced. That last flood of pleasure had just about swept him totally away. What Severus made of it, he wasn’t at all sure, lying blindfolded and bound on the bed, still covered in his own semen. He took a shaky breath and tried not to feel overly emotional about the fact that Snape would bathe without at least untying him; the first reminiscent thing of Macnair’s bonding he’d done.
After a moment he became aware of the sound of bare feet padding back towards the bed over the stone floor. The bed caved as Snape sat on the side of it, more as he lay back down and rolled closer to Remus.
Lupin suddenly felt something damp and warm swabbing at his leg; he made a sound of surprise and pulled away. The thing retreated. He felt hands pulling at the ties around his wrists, feeling a lump in his throat as his hands were freed. Those same hands were felt at the back of his head, undoing the knot that was tied there earlier in the night. As the blindfold came off he heard Severus saying the words to the ceremony again softly. He blinked against even the dim light of the room, seeing Severus’ serious face close to his own.
Snape took up what Remus saw to be nothing more than a washcloth, dragging it tenderly up his thighs and over his now flaccid member, cleaning away the evidence of his orgasm. The cloth continued up his stomach and chest, missing nothing before Severus banished it right out of his hand.
The water could still be heard pooling in the tub in the other room. Remus realized his eyes were closed and his head was facing away from his master. On some level he couldn’t believe Severus was doing this for him. He turned towards the pale man, looking up at his face and being met with a set of piercingly dark eyes staring right back at him.
Severus moved closer, snaking a hand around Remus’ middle and moving himself so that he was curled around the other man’s side.
The invocation was still being spoken; Severus was saying it into his ear like they were tender words of affection. Remus found himself wondering what the syllables meant, said in this manner and in that voice they could almost be mistaken for a lover’s litany.
Severus became silent and looked at him very morosely. “I did my best not to injure you.” Snape’s voice was somehow smaller than he remembered it. Remus met his eyes, finding the other man’s face wrenched in concern. The statement was as much a question as anything else.
Remus swallowed thickly, not knowing how to respond appropriately to that statement. He lent forward and kissed Severus’ thin lips. “No; you didn’t hurt me.”
Severus kissed him in return, ran his hand down Remus’ now sensitive stomach and back up to thumb idly over his nipple. His body twitched, still susceptible to any stimulation.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Snape said near Lupin’s ear. “I’m running us a bath, though I’m sure you knew that already.”
“I did,” Remus acknowledged. “You’re going to take me in there with you?”
“Most definitely; the bond is forming as we speak. We will allow its completion to occur while we are relaxing together, there or in bed, whenever it happens.” There was no doubt that they would feel it take hold.
“If you insist, sir.” Privately he was glad that he wouldn’t be alone like he was last time as the bond settled its sharp teeth into his soul.
“I do, Remus.” Severus withdrew and stood, casting the levitation charm on Lupin, this time taking him in his arms and steering his body into the bathroom that way.
A/N: There you go!
I wrestled with this one for way too long, haha. Hope it lives up to expectations, even a little! Thank you again for reading, as well as for your wonderful comments.
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