Gratitude smutlet for robriki
Jan. 23rd, 2005 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneShe found a story for me I had lost, and this short fic is in thanks to her. Unadulterated PWP, George/Remus, set within the "All Men Make Faults" story in the "Cartography of Fire" series.
I do promise that I won't write just erotica this year. Really. I have all kinds of serious stories to write, I just get diverted.
Title: Afternoon Delight
Pairing: George/Remus
Rating: NC-17 (the YoSmut just keeps going, lol)
Length: short, 1,682 words
Summary: Remus returns from a trip. Afternoon sex ensues.
Professor R. J. Lupin strode purposefully through the Hogwarts corridors, robes billowing in his wake. While no-one would have admitted it, on occasion he did bear an eerie resemblance to the late Severus Snape in his unspoken authority, though without the omnipresent sneer. He stopped in front of a door and quirked an eyebrow at the sign. “The Professor Weasley Is” Out it said, but loud music and George’s off-key accompanying singing led Remus to think otherwise. He turned the sign around so it said In and knocked on the wooden surface.
“S’open!” a familiar voice yelled in response.
Remus smiled and let himself in, closing the door firmly behind him. George sat at his desk, feet crossed at the ankles and propped on the untidy surface, a modified Muggle CD player cranked up despite being buried under several rolls of parchment. The tips of George’s boots tapped together in time with the music as George attempted to croon along. “Where the streets have no name,” he sang, turning to look and see who his visitor was. “Oh! Remus! So good to see you,” he enthused, dropping his feed to the floor with a thud, turning off the music and manoeuvering out of his chair.
“Interesting music choice,” Remus said, a wide smile on his face.
“Jordan sent it. Some Muggle band.”
“Did you miss me, I take it?” Remus rumbled into his partner’s neck after George had practically bound himself to Remus’ body. “Hasn’t been that long, has it?”
“Long fucking enough,” George replied, writhing purposefully against Remus’ groin. “With not nearly enough fucking. You may be an older man in his forties, but I’m still in the prime of my youth and I’ve missed you.” He looked up at Remus’ golden eyes and the laugh lines around them. “Or are you here on official Hogwarts business?” He began to back away but was held in Remus’ grasp.
“Not Hogwarts business, though Dumbledore did say that your idea about forming an entrepreneur’s club is nothing short of exceptional, and he highly suggests that you present a proposal of sorts at next Tuesday’s staff meeting.”
“Reckon I can do that,” George said. “I’d half-written one, just need to tweak it. Though I can think of far more interesting things to tweak if you’re not in too much of a hurry.” He ran his hands meaningfully across Remus’ chest, thumbs rubbing above Remus’ nipples through shirt and robes.
“Tweak away,” Remus said, his voice low in George’s ear. “I’ve missed you too, y’know.”
“I’ve been thinking heaps about you while you were traveling, and I want you on my bed. Immediately,” George demanded, unfastening Remus’ robes before pushing him toward his small room. He still spent most of his nights at the Cleansweep, the flat he and Fred had shared for the few months before Fred had been killed, but all Hogwarts’ staff, even part-time professors, had living quarters attached to their offices. He had a single bed, so while Remus rapidly shed his clothes, George cast a spell to widen it.
“You’re quite eager,” Remus said, grasping a hold of a chair to balance himself as he toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks, trousers, and boxers.
“Like I said. I’ve missed you.” George stood behind Remus, running his hands through the soft hair that covered Remus’ chest and abdomen before allowing his fingers to roam to the more wiry patch at Remus’ groin. Remus dropped his head back and put his own arms behind him so that he could grab at George’s arse. “I have just the thing as a welcome back gift,” George said, rubbing his growing silk-covered erection against Remus’ cleft and pulling on his lover’s hardening cock.
“Do you, now?” Remus replied, clenching his fingers at the base of George’s buttocks. “As long as it involves you naked, I’m all for it.”
“I’ll get there.” George nibbled at Remus’ shoulder while continuing to coax Remus’ cock into full arousal. “Want to have you in my mouth first, though.” Remus emitted an appreciative growl as George let go of the wide shaft and swatted Remus on the backside. “Bed.”
George loved the way Remus smelled and tasted; he was musky and tangy and especially around his transformations, the scent of lupine wafted off of him thanks to Malfoy’s modifications to the Wolfsbane potion. He closed his eyes as he knelt between Remus’ spread legs, licking across the head of Remus’ cock before opening his jaw so he could run his tongue down the length.
“Merlin, George, you feel incredible,” Remus said, his voice husky and running his fingers through George’s shaggy hair.
George smiled as he sucked harder and fondled the heavy sacs below, then accidentally gagged as Remus thrust unexpectedly deep against George’s throat.
“Whoops, sorry,” Remus apologised.
George looked up from his activities and let the hard cock out of his mouth. “It’s all right. Bound to happen when you’re hung like you are,” he said, a possessive smile on his face. “Oh- will you get the lube?” he asked before swallowing Remus’ cock in his mouth again. He shut his eyes, enjoying the familiar shape of Remus’ prick, running his tongue from the slit at the top and down and back. The deep-voiced murmurs of pleasure and gratitude spilling from Remus’ mouth were also erotic.
“You’re really amazing,” Remus said fondly, handing down a vial of oil. “Sorry I’ve been so moody, but you know why.”
George nodded, taking a last long lick before opening the container and spreading the thick liquid on his left fingers. “I’d rather not think of him right now, but thanks for the apology.” He slowly inserted a finger into Remus’ tight channel and was rewarded with more pleased rumbly sounds which increased as he added another finger.
Sirius had fallen through the veil five years prior, and Remus had been withdrawn and distant on occasion as he mourned the anniversary of his former lover’s death. Some of the time he was his usual focused self, however, and George was thankful that Remus was currently in the mood. It was definitely a change from usual; they hadn’t shagged in over a month.
“I have a better idea,” George said, removing his fingers from Remus’ warm heat. Remus had risen up on his elbows and looked expectantly at him, his mouth open and his face flushed. “Want you in me.” He poured more oil into the palm of his hand and then coated Remus’ cock with it. “It's been a while.”
“Come here, you,” Remus said, pulling George up to him and thoroughly kissing his mouth. After a few moments of their tongues insistently plundering each other’s mouths, George leaned back, breathing heavily.
“Fuck me, Remus. Now.”
Remus gladly complied after George got out of his boxers as quickly as possible. The position they picked wasn’t George’s favourite, legs wide open and draped over Remus’ shoulders, but he wanted to see his lover’s face. Though they’d been together for over a year, George never got tired of seeing the look of ecstasy that crossed Remus’ face when he came, rapturous concentration temporarily easing the lines of worry and remorse. George fisted his own cock in earnest while Remus filled him again and again, the sensation sending tremors of pleasure through him. Remus was uncharacteristically quiet, so the only sounds in the room were the men’s heavy breathing, slapping of skin and faint creaking of the bed. With a low cry, George exploded over his stomach, and Remus climaxed not long afterward.
“That was incredible,” George said once he got his breath and lowered his legs. “You’re incredible.”
Remus smiled as he accio’ed a cloth from the tiny bathroom. “Flattery will get you buggered. Oh wait, you already are,” he said, wiping himself and handing the towel to George.
“I reckon. Practically need a nap after all that, but I’ve got some papers to mark.”
“You’re so dedicated, Associate Professor Weasley.” Remus winked and stretched out beside George.
“I think if any of my students knew that I was being shagged senseless in the middle of the day they might disagree with you.”
Remus chuckled. “There’s probably all kinds of untoward activity going on all over the castle; eventually the parchments get written, the essays marked, the potions made.”
George’s eyes grew wide. “Oh bloody hell! I’m supposed to meet Malfoy for some inter-house thing. What’s the time?”
Remus looked over at the clock on the wall. “Around 2:40.”
George sighed in relief. “Oh good. I have a little while.” He snuggled next to Remus, draping an arm over his abdomen.
“He still hitting on you?” Remus asked.
“Hitting on me? Hardly. I don’t think he can stand me.” He purposefully didn’t allow himself to think about the last time he went to the Potions Master’s office, when he was pretty sure that Malfoy was making a move on him.
Remus looked over at George and pushed some hair behind his ear. “I don’t think you’re paying attention to the way he looks at you.”
“No. I’d much rather think of the way you look at me. Let’s drop the Malfoy talk, okay? You just got back and I’ve had some of the best sex I’ve ever had and I want to lie here and smell you for a while.”
“You and your smelling fetish.”
George made a half-hearted growl and pinched one of Remus’ nipples, garnering a reciprocal noise in response. “You love it.”
“Maybe I do. Let’s just rest for a bit then, shall we?”
“Excellent idea, Professor Lupin.” George fumbled for his wand and cast an alarm charm on the clock, then settled back against Remus’ shoulder. “You really are brilliant,” he said quietly.
“Thank you. That stunning Weasley arse of yours certainly makes for an inspirational homecoming.”
George grinned. “Now who has a fetish?”
They drifted into a comfortable silence, George gratefully listening to his lover’s heartbeat and determined that they’d do much more of this in the near future.
I do promise that I won't write just erotica this year. Really. I have all kinds of serious stories to write, I just get diverted.
Title: Afternoon Delight
Pairing: George/Remus
Rating: NC-17 (the YoSmut just keeps going, lol)
Length: short, 1,682 words
Summary: Remus returns from a trip. Afternoon sex ensues.
Professor R. J. Lupin strode purposefully through the Hogwarts corridors, robes billowing in his wake. While no-one would have admitted it, on occasion he did bear an eerie resemblance to the late Severus Snape in his unspoken authority, though without the omnipresent sneer. He stopped in front of a door and quirked an eyebrow at the sign. “The Professor Weasley Is” Out it said, but loud music and George’s off-key accompanying singing led Remus to think otherwise. He turned the sign around so it said In and knocked on the wooden surface.
“S’open!” a familiar voice yelled in response.
Remus smiled and let himself in, closing the door firmly behind him. George sat at his desk, feet crossed at the ankles and propped on the untidy surface, a modified Muggle CD player cranked up despite being buried under several rolls of parchment. The tips of George’s boots tapped together in time with the music as George attempted to croon along. “Where the streets have no name,” he sang, turning to look and see who his visitor was. “Oh! Remus! So good to see you,” he enthused, dropping his feed to the floor with a thud, turning off the music and manoeuvering out of his chair.
“Interesting music choice,” Remus said, a wide smile on his face.
“Jordan sent it. Some Muggle band.”
“Did you miss me, I take it?” Remus rumbled into his partner’s neck after George had practically bound himself to Remus’ body. “Hasn’t been that long, has it?”
“Long fucking enough,” George replied, writhing purposefully against Remus’ groin. “With not nearly enough fucking. You may be an older man in his forties, but I’m still in the prime of my youth and I’ve missed you.” He looked up at Remus’ golden eyes and the laugh lines around them. “Or are you here on official Hogwarts business?” He began to back away but was held in Remus’ grasp.
“Not Hogwarts business, though Dumbledore did say that your idea about forming an entrepreneur’s club is nothing short of exceptional, and he highly suggests that you present a proposal of sorts at next Tuesday’s staff meeting.”
“Reckon I can do that,” George said. “I’d half-written one, just need to tweak it. Though I can think of far more interesting things to tweak if you’re not in too much of a hurry.” He ran his hands meaningfully across Remus’ chest, thumbs rubbing above Remus’ nipples through shirt and robes.
“Tweak away,” Remus said, his voice low in George’s ear. “I’ve missed you too, y’know.”
“I’ve been thinking heaps about you while you were traveling, and I want you on my bed. Immediately,” George demanded, unfastening Remus’ robes before pushing him toward his small room. He still spent most of his nights at the Cleansweep, the flat he and Fred had shared for the few months before Fred had been killed, but all Hogwarts’ staff, even part-time professors, had living quarters attached to their offices. He had a single bed, so while Remus rapidly shed his clothes, George cast a spell to widen it.
“You’re quite eager,” Remus said, grasping a hold of a chair to balance himself as he toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks, trousers, and boxers.
“Like I said. I’ve missed you.” George stood behind Remus, running his hands through the soft hair that covered Remus’ chest and abdomen before allowing his fingers to roam to the more wiry patch at Remus’ groin. Remus dropped his head back and put his own arms behind him so that he could grab at George’s arse. “I have just the thing as a welcome back gift,” George said, rubbing his growing silk-covered erection against Remus’ cleft and pulling on his lover’s hardening cock.
“Do you, now?” Remus replied, clenching his fingers at the base of George’s buttocks. “As long as it involves you naked, I’m all for it.”
“I’ll get there.” George nibbled at Remus’ shoulder while continuing to coax Remus’ cock into full arousal. “Want to have you in my mouth first, though.” Remus emitted an appreciative growl as George let go of the wide shaft and swatted Remus on the backside. “Bed.”
George loved the way Remus smelled and tasted; he was musky and tangy and especially around his transformations, the scent of lupine wafted off of him thanks to Malfoy’s modifications to the Wolfsbane potion. He closed his eyes as he knelt between Remus’ spread legs, licking across the head of Remus’ cock before opening his jaw so he could run his tongue down the length.
“Merlin, George, you feel incredible,” Remus said, his voice husky and running his fingers through George’s shaggy hair.
George smiled as he sucked harder and fondled the heavy sacs below, then accidentally gagged as Remus thrust unexpectedly deep against George’s throat.
“Whoops, sorry,” Remus apologised.
George looked up from his activities and let the hard cock out of his mouth. “It’s all right. Bound to happen when you’re hung like you are,” he said, a possessive smile on his face. “Oh- will you get the lube?” he asked before swallowing Remus’ cock in his mouth again. He shut his eyes, enjoying the familiar shape of Remus’ prick, running his tongue from the slit at the top and down and back. The deep-voiced murmurs of pleasure and gratitude spilling from Remus’ mouth were also erotic.
“You’re really amazing,” Remus said fondly, handing down a vial of oil. “Sorry I’ve been so moody, but you know why.”
George nodded, taking a last long lick before opening the container and spreading the thick liquid on his left fingers. “I’d rather not think of him right now, but thanks for the apology.” He slowly inserted a finger into Remus’ tight channel and was rewarded with more pleased rumbly sounds which increased as he added another finger.
Sirius had fallen through the veil five years prior, and Remus had been withdrawn and distant on occasion as he mourned the anniversary of his former lover’s death. Some of the time he was his usual focused self, however, and George was thankful that Remus was currently in the mood. It was definitely a change from usual; they hadn’t shagged in over a month.
“I have a better idea,” George said, removing his fingers from Remus’ warm heat. Remus had risen up on his elbows and looked expectantly at him, his mouth open and his face flushed. “Want you in me.” He poured more oil into the palm of his hand and then coated Remus’ cock with it. “It's been a while.”
“Come here, you,” Remus said, pulling George up to him and thoroughly kissing his mouth. After a few moments of their tongues insistently plundering each other’s mouths, George leaned back, breathing heavily.
“Fuck me, Remus. Now.”
Remus gladly complied after George got out of his boxers as quickly as possible. The position they picked wasn’t George’s favourite, legs wide open and draped over Remus’ shoulders, but he wanted to see his lover’s face. Though they’d been together for over a year, George never got tired of seeing the look of ecstasy that crossed Remus’ face when he came, rapturous concentration temporarily easing the lines of worry and remorse. George fisted his own cock in earnest while Remus filled him again and again, the sensation sending tremors of pleasure through him. Remus was uncharacteristically quiet, so the only sounds in the room were the men’s heavy breathing, slapping of skin and faint creaking of the bed. With a low cry, George exploded over his stomach, and Remus climaxed not long afterward.
“That was incredible,” George said once he got his breath and lowered his legs. “You’re incredible.”
Remus smiled as he accio’ed a cloth from the tiny bathroom. “Flattery will get you buggered. Oh wait, you already are,” he said, wiping himself and handing the towel to George.
“I reckon. Practically need a nap after all that, but I’ve got some papers to mark.”
“You’re so dedicated, Associate Professor Weasley.” Remus winked and stretched out beside George.
“I think if any of my students knew that I was being shagged senseless in the middle of the day they might disagree with you.”
Remus chuckled. “There’s probably all kinds of untoward activity going on all over the castle; eventually the parchments get written, the essays marked, the potions made.”
George’s eyes grew wide. “Oh bloody hell! I’m supposed to meet Malfoy for some inter-house thing. What’s the time?”
Remus looked over at the clock on the wall. “Around 2:40.”
George sighed in relief. “Oh good. I have a little while.” He snuggled next to Remus, draping an arm over his abdomen.
“He still hitting on you?” Remus asked.
“Hitting on me? Hardly. I don’t think he can stand me.” He purposefully didn’t allow himself to think about the last time he went to the Potions Master’s office, when he was pretty sure that Malfoy was making a move on him.
Remus looked over at George and pushed some hair behind his ear. “I don’t think you’re paying attention to the way he looks at you.”
“No. I’d much rather think of the way you look at me. Let’s drop the Malfoy talk, okay? You just got back and I’ve had some of the best sex I’ve ever had and I want to lie here and smell you for a while.”
“You and your smelling fetish.”
George made a half-hearted growl and pinched one of Remus’ nipples, garnering a reciprocal noise in response. “You love it.”
“Maybe I do. Let’s just rest for a bit then, shall we?”
“Excellent idea, Professor Lupin.” George fumbled for his wand and cast an alarm charm on the clock, then settled back against Remus’ shoulder. “You really are brilliant,” he said quietly.
“Thank you. That stunning Weasley arse of yours certainly makes for an inspirational homecoming.”
George grinned. “Now who has a fetish?”
They drifted into a comfortable silence, George gratefully listening to his lover’s heartbeat and determined that they’d do much more of this in the near future.
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Date: 2005-01-23 09:22 pm (UTC)story was fab. i still want my poor little draco to have some sex though. not with boys that are already taken, but with someone. isn't seamus still alive somewhere [*grin*]
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Date: 2005-01-24 06:22 am (UTC)No. Hee. I stole it from
I've written you stories where poor little Draco is getting all kinds of sex!! Two recent R/Ds, don't forget!
Draco/Seamus. Now talk about opposites... Oh, l., you're not supposed to keep throwing plot bunnies at me. Well, actually I'd need a plot bunny to get those two together. But for you, anything. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-26 01:30 am (UTC)obviously i haven't got a real plot, just some floating ideas. but i'm not sure i could do seamus justice.
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Date: 2005-01-26 02:13 pm (UTC)Interesting concept; I had been thinking post-war, and that Seamus might've had his eye on Draco during school and maybe during war too, so it'd be Draco suddenly showing up (probably to invest in Seamus' quasi-rum exports after he finally gets that spell right, lol) and then flashbacks to the past. But I'd love to keep it unrequited and angsty, though it's been fun to write happy endings. Quite unlike me!
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Date: 2005-01-27 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-28 06:27 am (UTC)I'll probably do something along the lines of "Magic Immunity" in that they are obviously opposites, but what would bring them together is the possibility of a business venture, i.e. Seamus' rum-making and exporting which he's been doing on his own and then Draco comes along wanting to buy him out or something like that. We'll see what comes to mind!! :D
::loves::
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Date: 2005-01-29 01:48 am (UTC)you must do as your muse dictates, and i'll still love draco. [*grin*]