The Simultaneous Question
Honey and Shea Butter.
A/N: Please R&R. WARNINGs: Slash and Adult Themes. Read at your own risk. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Blessed Be J.K. Enjoy!
Honey and Shea Butter.
White billowing clouds of steam filled the hall from the crack in the door to the bathroom. Water from the shower pounded on the glass walls of the cubical, interrupted by the two bodies moving around inside. Stepping up to the door the mousy haired man held his breath and listened.
He heard; sighs and water sloshing quietly. The werewolf's grin spread across his face as he heard a thud and a giggle from their young lover. As quietly as he could he pushed on the door, more steam, from the hot thick cloud, escaped before he stepped into the humid room.
The tiled floor he crossed was cool under his bare feet, silently he settled onto the closed toilet seat facing the shower. Remus sighed as he watched the shadowy figures moving behind the foggy glass windows.
He watched a large long fingered hand brace against the glass, smearing the condensation, drips running down from the mark, making rivets like windows, he could see shifting silken pale skin. A manly hum of pleasure erupted from the long haired, man's throat, it was a sound Remus had always appreciated.
He ran his own hand down his body, gripping the resulted swelling of his manhood, as he watched the steamy shower show. His lovers often shared the shower, but never had Remus been witness to the breath taking sounds, heart stopping visuals and intoxicating smells to his sensitive werewolf nose.
They smelled of body wash, honey and Shea butter and the underlying, however individual scents of his lovers skin. Severus' many years of potion making and teaching left a deep musk of rare ingredients on his skin, which no number of showers, could wash away.
The other man's scent was sometimes indescribably Harry; like weather if it had a smell, like sunshine and snow, like wind and rain, he smelled of seasons soaring though the sky on a broom, and of the clean, natural perspiration of an athlete.
Remus heart brimmed with happiness when he remembered both those men were his, in his bed, in his shower, that the gyrating men loved him. He exposed his manhood, and started working at a steady pace, egged on by the encouraging sounds coming from the men in front of him.
With a practiced hand, he brought himself closer and closer to his release. Remus breath caught as he recognized the sharp gasp of pain from Harry, as the older man entered him from behind. He stroked harder when he saw the younger man's body pressed into the glass framing a taut erection, against it.
His face was turned towards the water, a cheek pressed flat, and hair in his eyes, he cried out. Harry's small but masculine hands pressed against the glass next, as he pushed his face back, arching his back. Remus let out a groan of pleasure as the shower started to thud more frequently.
Once he'd let it out, he couldn't put it back in. Then everything happened so quickly, but felt as if he watched it happen in slow motion. Severus groaned loudly seconds after himself; Remus reached the point of no return. Harry yelped and jumped with surprise, slipped on the sudsy tiles and hit the shower door.
The door flew open with a 'Bang!' And promptly deposited him onto the bathmat at Remus feet at the very moment, Remus shuddered with orgasm. Then it was over. Severus was still standing in the shower, laughing, holding on to his stomach and the frame of the shower for support. Remus was trying to relearn how to breathe, grinning at the man on the floor, and Harry was complaining, outraged.
"In my eYES REMUS!"
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