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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"This is very nice. This seduction," he purred softly, ripping his head back to allow Remus in.
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Willy moaned softly, head tipped back, mouth and parted mouth to the sky. His hand came up to cradle Remus's head, guiding him lower.
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Remus didn't need to ask twice. Willy leaned back enough to have room and peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
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"Are you trying to get me drunk?" he teased with a warm laugh. He pushed up and held Remus round the small of his back. His eyes were dazzling and dark with desire. "You don't need to."
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"Cream is intoxicating," he said, snatching another kiss. "You have so much to learn about the fae."
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"That sounds lovely. But save some for me. Just a bit," he said, happy to have Remus's attention.
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"I think that's an excellent idea," Willy purred. It took a bit of jostling to get up from where they were, but then he had him at the edge of the bed, tugging at his fly.
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Willy didn't have the same urgency. He felt loose and warm and was thinking he could definitely have a bit more cream.
Instead, he kissed Remus deeply, tasting the lingering sweetness on his tongue.
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He gave a nod and skinned off his jeans and pants. He kicked it all away and waited for Remus to come back to him.
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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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