Remus Lupin (
mooningremus) wrote2020-04-12 08:54 am
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Willy
Remus really had taken his week with Willy as both magical and temporary. Especially when they'd parted ways with Willy giving no indication that he wanted to see him again. And Remus, who felt as if he'd been given more than enough and had little to offer in return, hadn't felt right about asking.
That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.
He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.
There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.
He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.
Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.
And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.
That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.
He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.
There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.
He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.
Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.
And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.
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Willy laid back and curled an arm behind his head to hold it up so he could watch Remus. The cream was cold, and his tongue so warm and cruel. More than once he drew a soft gasp from the fae.
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That moment's silence where his heart stopped, right before he gasped in sharply as a man drowning was deafening. THen Willy reached down to thread his fingers into Remus's hair. He moaned softly and found the will to open his eyes and look down to enjoy the sight.
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Willy's fingers tightened in his hair and his hips rose to meet the hedonist's prayer.
"Remus," he hissed, magic coiling around them both.
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Pleasure coiled in his belly, wound tight. He could barely think, let alone speak, and it didn't take much longer before he was scrambling to hold on as he painted Remus's tongue.
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Willy slid his hand out of Remus's hair and stroked his cheek.
"You're too good to me," he smiled.
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Willy caught his finger and sucked the cream from it slowly, watching Remus's eyes with an intense gaze the entire time.
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Willy slid his finger through it, then smeared it along Remus's throat, only lick it of with slow little flicks of his tongue.
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"You are very sticky," he chuckled softly, making another pass.
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"Good, because there's no room in the shower for two," he purred. His words were a tiny bit slurred, yet he reached for the cream again and got a large dollop to smear on Remus and licked it off. By the time he was done, he was a little dizzy.
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"Alas," he said simply against Remus's skin. He got to his navel and licked slowly.
He hiccupped abruptly and sat up to press his hand to his chest. Another came.
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He laughed, soft and low, and reached to pull Remus close to kiss him clumsily.
"I'm drunk," he chuckled as he chased his lips.
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Willy pushed him back, forcing him down onto the pillow where he kissed him lazily, enjoying every moment and every breath.
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