Celebration Time, Come On
Apr. 20th, 2006 10:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
scribbulus-ink.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
snupin100Title: Celebration Time, Come On
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: NC17
Challenge: #50 - celebration
Characters: RL/SS
Authors Notes: This is a series of 7 linked drabbles in which Remus and Severus find excuses for carnal celebrations. Naughty content!
"I got the job," Severus waltzed in triumphantly.
"That calls for a celebration."
Severus thought that meant a nice dinner out or perhaps champagne. Three hours later, he was naked, sweaty, exhausted and covered in bite marks; he was certain he had broken the stamina record for a man his age in terms of how many orgasms he'd had. Yet Remus was clutching his hips and thrusting deep, making stars burst behind Severus' eyelids with each stroke against his prostate.
He came - again - and Remus came with him.
"Congratulations," Remus purred, stroking his chest.
Severus groaned and collapsed.
Remus waved the invitation, excited. "Harry is getting married!"
"That is not cause for celebration," Severus growled, but he allowed Remus to turn him and press him against the wall; he allowed Remus to lift his robes and push down his drawers.
Remus prepared him and eased into him, kneading his hips and murmuring endearments in Severus' ear; Severus arched like a cat, rocking to meet each languid thrust.
By the time Remus let him come, Severus was slumped against the wall, boneless and sated, with barely enough energy to grunt a consent when Remus asked, "Will you go with me?"
"I got a raise," Severus said, and Remus beamed, moving swiftly to kiss him.
"I'm so proud of you. Let's celebrate."
This time, Severus ended up bent over the arm of the sofa, his robes bunched around his waist, his fingers scrabbling at the fabric, and his face mashed against the cushion. Remus' nails scored his flesh, leaving pink trails in their wake, and he writhed, panting and moaning a litany of "more" and "yes" and "harder, please" as Remus rode him relentlessly.
Two raises in one day, he smirked in the aftermath. It was a good day indeed.
"It's our anniversary." Remus wound his arms around Severus' waist and pulled him close. "We should celebrate."
There were rose petals on their bed and heated cinnamon oil on the bedside table. Remus washed and brushed Severus' hair and massaged him with the warm oil; he mapped Severus' body with his lips, fingers and tongue as if Severus were a new land to explore and conquer.
Severus soaked up the attention, feeling cherished; he wrapped his long legs around Remus' hips, eager to feel Remus inside him, and their love making was a blissful eternity of heat, sweat, and satiation.
"I finished my novel!" Remus crowed. "I want to celebrate."
"Very well," Severus replied, thinking the occasion warranted some kind of commemoration.
Fifteen minutes later, he found himself naked on his back with Remus buried balls-deep inside him, twin moans punctuated by the slap of sweat-slick skin. His eyes rolled back as Remus fisted his cock, and he came with a yelp. He wound his limbs around Remus, his body welcoming and pliant as Remus sought his own release.
"Congratulations," Severus said afterward. "I thought you might like to celebrate outside of the bedroom this time."
Remus smiled. "Not really."
"It's a beautiful day - warm and perfect," Remus said. "We should celebrate."
"True. It could rain at any moment," Severus replied, sprawling indolently on the red checkered picnic blanket.
Moments later, he was naked, his sallow skin bared to the sun and to Remus' sight and touch; Remus ate strawberry slices off his nipples and dipped whipped cream from his navel, declaring Severus the best meal he had ever eaten.
"And now for dessert." Remus waggled his eyebrows lasciviously before drawing Severus' cock into his mouth, moaning.
Severus' cries of ecstasy started several birds and at least one deer.
Severus awoke in a tangle of limbs, snuggled under a down comforter and enfolded in Remus' arms. Remus' face was relaxed in sleep; he looked younger than the grey in his hair and the lines of strain brought on by monthly transformations suggested he was. Severus brushed back a stray lock of hair and thought, He is beautiful.
Remus opened blue-green eyes and gazed at Severus drowsily; a tender smile curved his lips as he nestled closer, tightening his arms around Severus. "I love you," he murmured, his voice sleep-husky.
"Let's celebrate," Severus said and pulled Remus into a kiss.
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: NC17
Challenge: #50 - celebration
Characters: RL/SS
Authors Notes: This is a series of 7 linked drabbles in which Remus and Severus find excuses for carnal celebrations. Naughty content!
"I got the job," Severus waltzed in triumphantly.
"That calls for a celebration."
Severus thought that meant a nice dinner out or perhaps champagne. Three hours later, he was naked, sweaty, exhausted and covered in bite marks; he was certain he had broken the stamina record for a man his age in terms of how many orgasms he'd had. Yet Remus was clutching his hips and thrusting deep, making stars burst behind Severus' eyelids with each stroke against his prostate.
He came - again - and Remus came with him.
"Congratulations," Remus purred, stroking his chest.
Severus groaned and collapsed.
Remus waved the invitation, excited. "Harry is getting married!"
"That is not cause for celebration," Severus growled, but he allowed Remus to turn him and press him against the wall; he allowed Remus to lift his robes and push down his drawers.
Remus prepared him and eased into him, kneading his hips and murmuring endearments in Severus' ear; Severus arched like a cat, rocking to meet each languid thrust.
By the time Remus let him come, Severus was slumped against the wall, boneless and sated, with barely enough energy to grunt a consent when Remus asked, "Will you go with me?"
"I got a raise," Severus said, and Remus beamed, moving swiftly to kiss him.
"I'm so proud of you. Let's celebrate."
This time, Severus ended up bent over the arm of the sofa, his robes bunched around his waist, his fingers scrabbling at the fabric, and his face mashed against the cushion. Remus' nails scored his flesh, leaving pink trails in their wake, and he writhed, panting and moaning a litany of "more" and "yes" and "harder, please" as Remus rode him relentlessly.
Two raises in one day, he smirked in the aftermath. It was a good day indeed.
"It's our anniversary." Remus wound his arms around Severus' waist and pulled him close. "We should celebrate."
There were rose petals on their bed and heated cinnamon oil on the bedside table. Remus washed and brushed Severus' hair and massaged him with the warm oil; he mapped Severus' body with his lips, fingers and tongue as if Severus were a new land to explore and conquer.
Severus soaked up the attention, feeling cherished; he wrapped his long legs around Remus' hips, eager to feel Remus inside him, and their love making was a blissful eternity of heat, sweat, and satiation.
"I finished my novel!" Remus crowed. "I want to celebrate."
"Very well," Severus replied, thinking the occasion warranted some kind of commemoration.
Fifteen minutes later, he found himself naked on his back with Remus buried balls-deep inside him, twin moans punctuated by the slap of sweat-slick skin. His eyes rolled back as Remus fisted his cock, and he came with a yelp. He wound his limbs around Remus, his body welcoming and pliant as Remus sought his own release.
"Congratulations," Severus said afterward. "I thought you might like to celebrate outside of the bedroom this time."
Remus smiled. "Not really."
"It's a beautiful day - warm and perfect," Remus said. "We should celebrate."
"True. It could rain at any moment," Severus replied, sprawling indolently on the red checkered picnic blanket.
Moments later, he was naked, his sallow skin bared to the sun and to Remus' sight and touch; Remus ate strawberry slices off his nipples and dipped whipped cream from his navel, declaring Severus the best meal he had ever eaten.
"And now for dessert." Remus waggled his eyebrows lasciviously before drawing Severus' cock into his mouth, moaning.
Severus' cries of ecstasy started several birds and at least one deer.
Severus awoke in a tangle of limbs, snuggled under a down comforter and enfolded in Remus' arms. Remus' face was relaxed in sleep; he looked younger than the grey in his hair and the lines of strain brought on by monthly transformations suggested he was. Severus brushed back a stray lock of hair and thought, He is beautiful.
Remus opened blue-green eyes and gazed at Severus drowsily; a tender smile curved his lips as he nestled closer, tightening his arms around Severus. "I love you," he murmured, his voice sleep-husky.
"Let's celebrate," Severus said and pulled Remus into a kiss.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}