misted_oracle (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} misted_oracle) wrote,@ 2004-05-21 19:15:00 |
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*yawns*
Boring blah day. Did little and am planning on doing even less. Wrote a very plotless PWP, for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
pervy_werewolf. I had a really good idea for this pairing, but it just didn't pan out on paper. Aw well, that's okay, smut is smut after all. :)
Title: Broom Shed
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Oliver
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus can’t resist what he knows is bad for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May atpervy_werewolf.
Broom Shed
Oliver’s soft lips wrapped around his engorged prick, sucking eagerly. Remus threw his head back, moaning, only to have it bang into the hard wall of the shed. A few brooms fell to the ground and Oliver looked up, releasing his erection from his mouth.
“Sorry,” Remus murmured, guiding Oliver’s mouth back to his cock. Oliver drew it back in, resuming his actions. The back of his mouth worked hotly around his shaft, swallowing as Remus tried to contain the loudest of his groans.
Oliver hummed around him, reaching down into his robes to pull out his own erection, pumping in time with the strokes of his tongue.
The sight of Oliver wanking himself off was Remus’s undoing. He let out a shout and clutched harder onto Oliver’s silky hair as he climaxed down his lover’s throat.
Oliver grinned mischievously up at him, pressing a soft kiss to the head of Remus’s slackening cock before standing up and grinding Remus into the wall. He tilted his head and kissed his lover’s mouth openly, letting Remus taste his own seed on Oliver’s lips.
Guilt washed over Remus as he saw this young boy standing before him, grinning that wonderfully maddening smile. He never should have done this; he never should have given in to the temptation, but resisting Oliver Wood was something that Remus couldn’t find the strength to do.
The hard erection rubbed against his thigh, and Remus, against his better judgment reached down and took it in hand, running his fingers over the silken head, collecting the growing dampness on his thumb.
Oliver moaned and let his head fall on Remus’s shoulder, panting harshly as his own professor increased the speed of the strokes. Remus closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn’t listen with such rapt attention to the short little sobs coming from the back on Oliver’s throat.
The boy came with a shudder, leaning down and biting into Remus’s shoulder to keep from sobbing aloud. His seed poured out over Remus’s hand, dripping onto the floor of the broom shed. Remus looked up to see Oliver, flushed and looked utterly debauched, staring at him intently, the same grin placed firmly on his face.
“Thanks, professor,” he whispered, before buttoning up his trousers and ducking out of the shed, heading at a quick pace to the castle. Remus cleaned the mess, the white liquid disappearing from his hand and the ground.
He left the shed moments later, after Oliver was well out of sight. He walked across the quidditch pitch at a snail’s pace, trying to forget that he’s shagged Oliver Wood, seventh tear student, yet again and was telling himself, yet again, that he’d never let it happen another time.
Boring blah day. Did little and am planning on doing even less. Wrote a very plotless PWP, for
pervy_werewolf. I had a really good idea for this pairing, but it just didn't pan out on paper. Aw well, that's okay, smut is smut after all. :)Title: Broom Shed
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Oliver
Warning: graphic slash
Summery: Remus can’t resist what he knows is bad for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at
pervy_werewolf. Broom Shed
Oliver’s soft lips wrapped around his engorged prick, sucking eagerly. Remus threw his head back, moaning, only to have it bang into the hard wall of the shed. A few brooms fell to the ground and Oliver looked up, releasing his erection from his mouth.
“Sorry,” Remus murmured, guiding Oliver’s mouth back to his cock. Oliver drew it back in, resuming his actions. The back of his mouth worked hotly around his shaft, swallowing as Remus tried to contain the loudest of his groans.
Oliver hummed around him, reaching down into his robes to pull out his own erection, pumping in time with the strokes of his tongue.
The sight of Oliver wanking himself off was Remus’s undoing. He let out a shout and clutched harder onto Oliver’s silky hair as he climaxed down his lover’s throat.
Oliver grinned mischievously up at him, pressing a soft kiss to the head of Remus’s slackening cock before standing up and grinding Remus into the wall. He tilted his head and kissed his lover’s mouth openly, letting Remus taste his own seed on Oliver’s lips.
Guilt washed over Remus as he saw this young boy standing before him, grinning that wonderfully maddening smile. He never should have done this; he never should have given in to the temptation, but resisting Oliver Wood was something that Remus couldn’t find the strength to do.
The hard erection rubbed against his thigh, and Remus, against his better judgment reached down and took it in hand, running his fingers over the silken head, collecting the growing dampness on his thumb.
Oliver moaned and let his head fall on Remus’s shoulder, panting harshly as his own professor increased the speed of the strokes. Remus closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn’t listen with such rapt attention to the short little sobs coming from the back on Oliver’s throat.
The boy came with a shudder, leaning down and biting into Remus’s shoulder to keep from sobbing aloud. His seed poured out over Remus’s hand, dripping onto the floor of the broom shed. Remus looked up to see Oliver, flushed and looked utterly debauched, staring at him intently, the same grin placed firmly on his face.
“Thanks, professor,” he whispered, before buttoning up his trousers and ducking out of the shed, heading at a quick pace to the castle. Remus cleaned the mess, the white liquid disappearing from his hand and the ground.
He left the shed moments later, after Oliver was well out of sight. He walked across the quidditch pitch at a snail’s pace, trying to forget that he’s shagged Oliver Wood, seventh tear student, yet again and was telling himself, yet again, that he’d never let it happen another time.
