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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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4,682
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Heat
Title: Heat
Author: Irana Potter-Snape ()
Rating: NC18
Pairing: Remus/hand, Remus/Charlie
Kink(s): Salirophilia – becoming sexually aroused by ingesting the sweat or saliva of another person; wanking, rimming
Challenge: Lusty Month of May challenge 2006 – Response # 6
Notes: Because there's nothing as hot as the sweaty torso of a very sexy man.
Beta: None this time cause I didn't want to chance missing the deadline. Naturally, any and all mistakes are mine and will be fixed as soon as I find them tomorrow when I'm not three quarters asleep.
Word Count: 912
*~*~*
Watching Charlie work with the dragons got to Remus every time. Without fail, he left the pens and headed back to the cottage they shared hard as a rock and shaking with need. Charlie had no idea of course. He had no idea that his lover watched him work with the dragons, watched him cleaning out their areas. Watched him digging fire pits and got hard enough to drive nails as sweat rolled down Charlie's body. Just as he had no idea Remus was watching him now.
It wasn't even the way Charlie looked then as much as it was Charlie's sweat itself. The way Charlie tasted after a long day in the sun, that bitter-salt flavour in lovely little drops that rolled slowly down his face, across the skin of his neck to disappear in the collar of his shirt. He looked back at his lover and gasped. Charlie had taken the shirt off. He had to leave – now – before he embarrassed and endangered his lover by climbing into that pen with him and the temperamental Horntail.
Remus barely made it back to their cottage before he had his hand in his pants, fingers curled around his cock, tugging and twisting. He pulled his hand from himself, toeing off his shoes and yanking at both trousers and pants until they slid down past his knees, stepping out of them and sprawling on the sofa, legs wide, eyes closed, breath ragged. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt over his head and settled down to wanking in earnest.
Slowly he slid a hand down his chest, teasing himself by imagining the path the sweat he'd seen rolling down Charlie's back would have taken in the front. Just the image of Charlie' covered in saline moisture had his cock twitching hard, and he knew he wouldn't be able to draw this out for long. He imagined tracing the lines of Charlie's body with his tongue, lapping up the perspiration, and one hand dropped to cup his balls as the other curled and stroked hard up his shaft, thumb spreading the liquid it encountered over the head.
He was stroking hard and fast now, breath coming in pants, and he gasped as the door swung open to reveal Charlie standing in it, hot and sweaty and looking in desperate need of a shower. Remus couldn't help it. He squeezed his eyes shut and came; Charlie's name the cry that escaped his lips. He heard the door close, heard the sound of boots hitting the floor and clothing following. When he opened his eyes it was to see Charlie kneeling between his legs, moments before the redhead's agile tongue swept out and begin to lick him clean.
Moaning Charlie's name, Remus slid his hands under Charlie's arms and hauled him up for a brutal kiss. He slid to the floor, maneuvering them both until Charlie lay on his back and Remus could look his fill. "So beautiful," he murmured, smiling at the flush that filled Charlie's face.
"You're biased," Charlie replied, lips trying to form a smile.
"Perhaps," Remus agreed, bending to lick a stray drop of sweat from the hollow of Charlie's neck. "Perhaps not."
The taste of sweaty Charlie exploded over Remus' tongue, and he slowly began to lick away every drop he could find, unsurprised to find his cock stirring once more. He licked and sucked his way across Charlie's shoulders, down his sternum, over his nipples – biting and sucking each one – along his sides, down the trail of hair leading to his groin before burying his nose in the short curls surrounding Charlie's cock and scenting him.
Remus lifted Charlie's balls and licked his perineum, removing every trace of Charlie's hard work he could find, reveling in the musky scent of him, spreading his cheeks and licking the puckered skin of his arsehole. He circled the opening, tip of his tongue teasing, listening to Charlie's soft moans and quiet whimpers above him, before he stiffened his tongue and pushed inside.
He fucked him that way, slowly building up the tension, ignoring his lover's cock, lifting his head and reaching up with his hands to capture Charlie's, telling the other man without words not to touch himself before spreading his cheeks once more and diving back in. When he couldn't take anymore he backed away, laying on his back and offering himself to Charlie; knees bent, feet flat, fingers slick with his own spit as he pushed them inside himself, preparing his body to take Charlie's cock.
He watched Charlie's eyes darken and his cock leak before locking eyes with him to whisper, "I want you to fuck me Charlie. Hard and fast, so hard I slide along the ground every time you push inside me. I want to be so sore I have difficulty walking in the morning, I want to feel the sweat slide from your skin onto mine, I want to feel every part of you. Can you do that for me?" he asked, sliding his fingers free of his body.
Charlie's only answer was to find his wand to conjure lube before pushing into Remus. Hard.
Remus grunted with the force of the thrust before wrapping his arms and legs around the other man. "I take it that's a yes," he panted as he prepared himself to be fucked through the floor.
He smiled as he realised there would be more Charlie sweat to lick off later.
Author: Irana Potter-Snape (
Rating: NC18
Pairing: Remus/hand, Remus/Charlie
Kink(s): Salirophilia – becoming sexually aroused by ingesting the sweat or saliva of another person; wanking, rimming
Challenge: Lusty Month of May challenge 2006 – Response # 6
Notes: Because there's nothing as hot as the sweaty torso of a very sexy man.
Beta: None this time cause I didn't want to chance missing the deadline. Naturally, any and all mistakes are mine and will be fixed as soon as I find them tomorrow when I'm not three quarters asleep.
Word Count: 912
*~*~*
Watching Charlie work with the dragons got to Remus every time. Without fail, he left the pens and headed back to the cottage they shared hard as a rock and shaking with need. Charlie had no idea of course. He had no idea that his lover watched him work with the dragons, watched him cleaning out their areas. Watched him digging fire pits and got hard enough to drive nails as sweat rolled down Charlie's body. Just as he had no idea Remus was watching him now.
It wasn't even the way Charlie looked then as much as it was Charlie's sweat itself. The way Charlie tasted after a long day in the sun, that bitter-salt flavour in lovely little drops that rolled slowly down his face, across the skin of his neck to disappear in the collar of his shirt. He looked back at his lover and gasped. Charlie had taken the shirt off. He had to leave – now – before he embarrassed and endangered his lover by climbing into that pen with him and the temperamental Horntail.
Remus barely made it back to their cottage before he had his hand in his pants, fingers curled around his cock, tugging and twisting. He pulled his hand from himself, toeing off his shoes and yanking at both trousers and pants until they slid down past his knees, stepping out of them and sprawling on the sofa, legs wide, eyes closed, breath ragged. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt over his head and settled down to wanking in earnest.
Slowly he slid a hand down his chest, teasing himself by imagining the path the sweat he'd seen rolling down Charlie's back would have taken in the front. Just the image of Charlie' covered in saline moisture had his cock twitching hard, and he knew he wouldn't be able to draw this out for long. He imagined tracing the lines of Charlie's body with his tongue, lapping up the perspiration, and one hand dropped to cup his balls as the other curled and stroked hard up his shaft, thumb spreading the liquid it encountered over the head.
He was stroking hard and fast now, breath coming in pants, and he gasped as the door swung open to reveal Charlie standing in it, hot and sweaty and looking in desperate need of a shower. Remus couldn't help it. He squeezed his eyes shut and came; Charlie's name the cry that escaped his lips. He heard the door close, heard the sound of boots hitting the floor and clothing following. When he opened his eyes it was to see Charlie kneeling between his legs, moments before the redhead's agile tongue swept out and begin to lick him clean.
Moaning Charlie's name, Remus slid his hands under Charlie's arms and hauled him up for a brutal kiss. He slid to the floor, maneuvering them both until Charlie lay on his back and Remus could look his fill. "So beautiful," he murmured, smiling at the flush that filled Charlie's face.
"You're biased," Charlie replied, lips trying to form a smile.
"Perhaps," Remus agreed, bending to lick a stray drop of sweat from the hollow of Charlie's neck. "Perhaps not."
The taste of sweaty Charlie exploded over Remus' tongue, and he slowly began to lick away every drop he could find, unsurprised to find his cock stirring once more. He licked and sucked his way across Charlie's shoulders, down his sternum, over his nipples – biting and sucking each one – along his sides, down the trail of hair leading to his groin before burying his nose in the short curls surrounding Charlie's cock and scenting him.
Remus lifted Charlie's balls and licked his perineum, removing every trace of Charlie's hard work he could find, reveling in the musky scent of him, spreading his cheeks and licking the puckered skin of his arsehole. He circled the opening, tip of his tongue teasing, listening to Charlie's soft moans and quiet whimpers above him, before he stiffened his tongue and pushed inside.
He fucked him that way, slowly building up the tension, ignoring his lover's cock, lifting his head and reaching up with his hands to capture Charlie's, telling the other man without words not to touch himself before spreading his cheeks once more and diving back in. When he couldn't take anymore he backed away, laying on his back and offering himself to Charlie; knees bent, feet flat, fingers slick with his own spit as he pushed them inside himself, preparing his body to take Charlie's cock.
He watched Charlie's eyes darken and his cock leak before locking eyes with him to whisper, "I want you to fuck me Charlie. Hard and fast, so hard I slide along the ground every time you push inside me. I want to be so sore I have difficulty walking in the morning, I want to feel the sweat slide from your skin onto mine, I want to feel every part of you. Can you do that for me?" he asked, sliding his fingers free of his body.
Charlie's only answer was to find his wand to conjure lube before pushing into Remus. Hard.
Remus grunted with the force of the thrust before wrapping his arms and legs around the other man. "I take it that's a yes," he panted as he prepared himself to be fucked through the floor.
He smiled as he realised there would be more Charlie sweat to lick off later.