sev_ensnared_mirror | Occlumency Lesson (open to Remus Lupin and Harry Potter)

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Occlumency Lesson (open to Remus Lupin and Harry Potter)

Snape was for once relaxing slightly before his mind would be taxed not only with the presence of Potter, but also the task of actually trying to teach the brat something.

He wondered if Lupin would arrive before or would meet the boy first and then they'd come here together. Not that he had anything particular to speak with him about. He simply wondered.

His night had been busy. Several herbs and roots were at their most potent strength on Beltane night and he had spent a couple of hours trekking through the Dark Forests to find them. Afterwards he had joined a small fire celebration in Hogsmeade, but had left before the people had turned too rowdy.

He had spent most of the day on storing his nightly acquisitions securely, prepared what he could for next week, hovered a bit over the Wolfsbane potion although it looked fine and had then finally removed a few memories from his mind and put them in the pensieve.

That Pensieve was now stored very securely in a locked cabinet in his bedroom. He might put a small bit of trust into Potter not repeating the mistake, but better safe than sorry.

Watching the flames dance lightly, Snape could only wait for Lupin and Potter.

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Snape pressed closer, once more insinuating himself fully between Remus' legs as his other hand reached out to touch as well. He slid it slowly down over Remus' chest as he looked into his eyes, the man's words sending another rush of arousal through him.

"Have I ever played completely fair?" His smirk turned sultry as well, as did his tone. His hand slid lower, fingertips traling every so lightly over Remus' navel.

"But who am I to deprive you, hm?" He removed his hand just before it reached Remus' cock, and started opening his shirt. His other hand was still resting on Remus' thigh, thumb idly moving over the smooth skin.

Remus shook his head as Snape ran his hand over his chest. He watched the other man intently, blinking slowly. "Never completely fair, no..."

He couldn't help but shiver, the voice, the touching. The look on Severus' face. And his hand was going lower...but then it was gone. And he was unbuttoning his shirt.

Remus reached out hesitantly and touched his fingers to Snape's chest as it was revealed, very lightly, just barely touching. Then he sat up a little and moved his hand to undo Severus' trousers, working the buttons as he looked back up to his partner's face, wanting to know it was okay.

Watching Remus intently, Severus couldn't hold back the small shiver that went through him at the light touch on his chest. It had been too long...

He returned Remus' gaze steadily, knowing his growing arousal was clearly reflected in his eyes, the inexplicably strong want for the man in front of him that was filling him. After pulling his shirt out of his trousers that Remus was currently working slowly, but very nicely on - light teasing touches through the fabric against his erection sending more shivers through him - he undid the last buttons and slipped it off his shoulders.

Remus moved his gaze over Snape's chest and arms. He looked good, very good.

He leaned forward and got Severus' trousers undone, sliding them down, his hands skimming down the other man's thighs. Remus leaned in a bit more and nuzzled his nose against Snape's chest, inhaling deeply and letting it out with a moan. He licked tentatively at a nipple as he moved his hands up, one going to stroke Snape's cock as the other went to cradle his balls gently.

He bit down a bit on Severus' nipple, moaning softly against his skin.

Severus groaned as even stronger sensations assailed his body, Remus' hands and mouth sending sharp pleasure though him.

Merlin! There was truly no way back anymore and Severus was glad of it. Glad that he had simply 'done' instead of 'thought'. It would've been folly to ignore such desires when they were mutual, stupid to forego pleasure when offered so freely... and so well.

"Gods... Remus," he exhaled as one of his hands slid into Remus' hair, holding his face against Severus' chest, his other hand moved down to the man's hip and then further down, until his fingers met hot silky skin, hard flesh...

Severus moaned again at the feel of Remus' cock in his hand; how smooth the head was beneath his thumb; how hot the length sliding against the palm of his hand; how Remus arousing Remus' sounds were at the touches... And yet it couldn't compete with the wonderful touches on his own cock.

Remus eased back to sit on the desk, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist again. He stopped stroking and slid his hands up Severus' chest, biting hard on his nipple before releasing it.

"Love it when you say my name. Say it when you fuck me. Fuck me, Severus. God, please, want you now, now!"

Remus reached behind him and swept the papers and bottles from behind him. He heard something topple, and when he moved his hand back, it was covered in black ink.

Remus smiled a little and lay down fully, feeling the puddle of ink spread over his back. He didn't care, it could be washed off. He moved his hands to his own chest and scratched down hard, leaving red marks and black ink trails over his skin. He stared up at Snape, arching his back a little, pleading without speaking.

Primal. That was what Remus was, a primal force, wanton, feral and wanting. And completely iresistable, black and red streaks down that pale lean and beautiful body.

How can he wants so much...why?

But the sight told Severus not to think, the feeling of Remus' legs tightly wrapped around him, trapping their cocks against each other, told him to feel... to sense and enjoy. And take.

His hand moved up over Remus' chest, tracing through the ink, creating lines of his own.

"I'll fuck you, Remus," he purred the name as he leaned over the man, looking intently into the golden eyes. His other hand slid between them, between their cocks, to Remus' opening. As he pressed two fingers against it, he muttered a lubrication spell, then pushed them slowly but relentlessly inside tight heat until they could go no further.

He leaned further down, their chests almost touching, and whispered, still looking into Remus' eyes. "I'll make you scream..." He would try at least, he thought, as he started moving his fingers.

Remus moaned and growled low in his throat. God, the way Severus said his name, the look in his eyes, those clever fingers running down his chest, the ink making new marks...

He arched and growled, then gasped as Snape slid his fingers into him.

Remus made a pitiful moaning whimpery sound when Severus told him he'd make him scream. The man's voice, just his voice, was a sin, it was so rich.

"Yes, Severus, make me scream," Remus muttered, letting his eyes drift closed as the other man started to move his fingers.

He moved his hands to Severus' hair, his ink-stained fingers clenching in the soft strands, the black of the ink melding with the black of Snape's hair. Remus twisted his hands a little and gasped, pulling Snape down to kiss him hard, thrusting his tongue into Severus' mouth, matching the rhythm of the fingers moving so wonderfully inside him.

Remus started to growl again, the kiss intensifying by the moment.

Severus groaned into the kiss, then sucked on Remus' tongue, teased it with his teeth.

He didn't waste much time on preparing Remus, his own arousal growing impatient, urging him on to thrust into that delicious body beneath him.

With a sharp nip to Remus' bottom lip, he drew out of the breathtaking kiss, his own breathing slightly laboured. He didn't want the kiss to end, but he also wanted to watch Remus when he started fucking him.

Looking into Remus' eyes, he withdrew his fingers, stroked his cock a couple of times - not that he needed to be more ready at all - then positioned himself. The fingers still tight in his hair and the look on Remus' face told him not to hesitate and he didn't as he pushed inside with a low moan at the tight heat and friction.

Remus stared back at Severus, forcing himself to hold his gaze as the other man pushed into him. His hands clenched harder in Snape's hair, and he gasped and but his lip.

He pulled down on Severus' hair as he leaned up a bit, kissing Snape again feverishly. He slid his hands down to his lover's shoulders, digging his fingers in.

Whimpering a little, Remus shifted his hips and tightened his ankles behind Severus, urging him on.

Severus didn't need to be urged on at all, the kiss, the feeling of being inside Remus making it completely impossible to hold back.

With another moan he started moving, his fingers dug into Remus' hips as pleasure coursed through him with every deep and steady thrust.

It took control to keep the pace as it was now, but he wanted to relish this fully and not just give into the hunger inside him, hunger to take and fuck Remus senseless. Not yet at least. Not yet. He moaned again into Remus' mouth, his tongue stroking against and around his lover's.

Remus growled and whimpered louder, his body moving back and forth with each thrust, the ink behind him making him slide easily.

Fuck, he's a great kisser, flashed through Remus' mind as he let himself just hang on and enjoy this. Severus was good at a lot of things, it seemed. Not that Remus had ever doubted it.

He pulled out of the kiss and licked Severus' cheek, then nipped his earlobe, muttering his lover's name softly in his ear, clenching his hands tighter against Snape's shoulders.

Severus' breaths were more rapid as they broke the kiss and Remus' mouth moved over his skin, that husky soft voice against his ear sending a small shiver down his spine.

Remus was strong, very strong, and the fingers digging into his shoulders were slightly painful. But it couldn't distract him from the intense pleasure he was feeling. It even emphasised it, heightened it, making him crave more.

He tilted his face down and nipped sharply on the skin of Remus' neck, small teasing licks soothing in between, as he increased the pace slightly. His moans became slightly deeper as wonderful sensations increased the hot tension inside him.

Remus bared his neck and moaned louder, a constant sound of wanting. He moved his hands down Severus' chest, scraping lightly before drifting back up and into his hair, not clenching hard, just moving his fingers through it, feeling it, reveling in the sensations.

"Yes, yes, Severus, ohhhgodyes," he muttered breathily, getting close, the friction of Snape moving rubbing against his cock, the amazing feeling of Severus inside him, something he'd wanted and thought about for so long now.

Remus continued to mumble, his voice to soft and light to even make out, just incoherent noises of pleasure.

Severus hissed slightly at the nails down his chest, the ink traces adding a burn to the scratches. But he enjoyed it, enjoyed all of this. Loved it even.

The want inside him grew almost proportionally to the reactions he was getting from Remus, the noises, the taste of his skin as he bit down harder, then sucked, matching the harder and faster strokes into his lover's body.

His moans were almost continous now, deep in his throat and mingled occasionally with soft grunts at harder thrusts. By the gods, it was almost too good, the tension at the pit of his stomach growing rapidly and pushing him closer to his climax.

"Ohhhhhhgodseverus..." Remus gasped, the suction on his neck driving him closer. He knew it wouldn't be long, and he opened his eyes, pulling Severus up by his hair to look at him for a couple of moments before pulling him back down, kissing him hard, rough, brutal and wonderful.

The kiss, the sounds, scents, feelings, everything seemed to intensify and Remus cried out against Severus' mouth, coming suddenly, forcefully, his body tensing and shuddering.

He clenched his thighs hard around his lover, rolling his hips as the orgasm flowed over him, wanting Snape to keep the pace, to fuck him through it.

The sudden eyecontact sent a flash of arousal through Severus, and he groaned into the almost mad kiss, returning it fervently.

He couldn't stop, not even as Remus arched and tensed up against him, around him, his cock gripped by clenching muscles and the friction increasing until it was almost too much. He moaned loudly as he kept up his hard and deep thrusts, with abandon letting himself be driven towards his own climax.

The kiss was filled with the same abandon, almost bruising in force for long wonderful moments as he continued to fuck Remus. As he felt his lover relax slightly, he drew away from the kiss, from the holds on him, leaving behind a few strands of hair in the process of straightening up.

Using the strong grip he had on Remus' hips, he started thrusting into his lover almost ruthlessly, so incredibly close his moans had a desperate note to them. And it didn't take long at all, the eyecontact, the sensations and the sheer desire and lust he felt for his lover, all of it pushing him hard into orgasm. With a deep groan he came, moving erratically against Remus a few more times before stilling, eyes closed at the onslaught of pleasure.

"Gods..." Coherency wasn't within his grasp right now.

Remus moved his hands over him to hold onto the edge of the desk as Severus fucked him within an inch of his life. He blinked and watched, eyes lidded and vision a bit foggy, but he could see well enough.

Fucking hell, that's gorgeous.

And the sounds, so primal and deep and perfect, Remus moaned and sighed, seeing Snape like this was such a wonderful revelation.

Then his lover slammed in and was still. Remus clenched around him, wanting to feel Severus pulse into him, tightening his legs again.

Remus smiled lazily up at Snape. He looked debauched, hair mussed, ink smeared around, scratches down his chest, lips red and swollen, voice hoarse from grunting and groaning.

Remus looked up at Severus and blinked a few more times. He felt...Something definite, defineable. Something very similar to how he'd felt on the altar at Luxuria after Kirill had taken him there.

Love, you idiot. You love him, you've loved him for a long time.

And he knew it was true.

Remus pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Severus intently. He was still, eyes closed, catching his breath. Leaning on his hands, on the desk. Remus looked at his arms.

There it was. On his left forarm: The Dark Mark.

He leaned up and took Severus' hand in his, kissing his wrist, then up his arm to the Mark. He kissed it gently, the snake, the skull, all of it, small, soft kisses that obviously were unrelated to the fantastic sex they'd just had.

I accept you, all of you. I love you.

Then, Remus closed his eyes and lay back down, sighing contentedly.

For long moments, Severus' only focus was the pleasure washing through him and his breathing.

Then he gasped and opened his eyes, looking intently down at Remus. He'd felt the soft touches to his wrist and arm, but hadn't truly connected them to reality before Remus' lips touched the Mark for the first time. Strong shivers went down his spine, as he mutely watched his lover kiss his most hated secret, the source of... so much misery and pain, and the ever present proof of his own stupidity and folly.

And Remus was kissing it, affectionately and so softly...

Severus resisted the strong urge to pull his arm away, draw away from Remus, ask what the fuck that was about. Because deep down, he knew. Remus knew who and what he was, knew his past, and ... still he wanted Severus.

It became even more obvious as his lover laid back on the desk, the picture of wanton pleasure, basking in the afterglow.

The Mark tingled and for a few more heartbeats, his eyes still fixed on Remus' face, he irrationally feared the connection to the Dark Lord had somehow related what had happened to him... or that a summon was coming up.

But this felt good, not at all as the sometimes gradual buildup towards the searing pain. It wasn't always sudden after all. But this tingling was not that. This was like the tingling he had felt in his lips after the kisses they'd shared.

Remus looked irresistable like this, and Severus didn't even pretend to try resisting it. Releasing Remus' hips, he leaned forward, one hand supporting him on the desk, the other curling into Remus' hair as he pulled him up into a kiss.

They should perhaps talk, about this, but hadn't there always been too many words between them? Maybe now was the time to be silent.

Remus opened his eyes as Severus pulled him up. But then he was being kissed, and he let them drift closed again.

This kiss was different than the frenzied ones that came before it. It was softer, more liesurely. Not quite gentle, but not hard, either. And god, the hand in his hair. That always got to him.

Nice. Very nice.

Remus moaned happily against Severus' mouth, his arms going around his lover's neck and hanging on.

They kissed for what seemed a long time, and Remus enjoyed every second of it. He'd craved this when he was a student, had wanted to drag Severus off to a corner and snog him between classes, had wanted to send him notes saying stupid, boyish things about how good he smelled, how black his hair was, how the other boy's genius and resourcefulness turned Remus on like nothing else ever had.

But he hadn't done those things, back then. He hadn't wanted to estrange his friends, and he'd been so sure Snape could never see him as anything worth wanting. Especially once he told him what he was. Then, after the prank...It had been out of the question.

This was a second chance, and Remus was glad for it. It was something he'd never expected to get.

So he would kiss Severus for as long as he could, and take whatever the other man was willing to give, and work it out later, everything else.

Severus echoed the moan, the kiss very pleasurable even without the still so very close contact between their bodies.

His mind was slightly reeling from what had happened, what was still happening. This was nothing he had been prepared for, at all. Could have prepared for even.

It was good, but the consequences... might be greater than any of them realised. Going from so many years of near antagonism to almost cordial interaction and now this, sex... a sexual relationship. And wasn't there more actually? Much more than just sheer lust.

Not letting go of Remus, his hand cupping the back of his lover's head, Severus straightened up. They had to look like a mess, ink all over, but he would not let that bother him just yet. He would enjoy the kiss just a bit longer, if possible. He had a right to indulge himself.

Remus moved with Severus, sitting on the desk as they continued to kiss, his arms still around the other man's neck.

Finally, he broke it, leaning back just a little to gaze at Snape intently.

"Severus, I..." He started, then paused and shook his head. He ran his fingers into Severus' hair, then kissed his neck, licking the light sheen of sweat there.

Severus didn't know exactly what to say either, but Remus' interupted words were faintly amusing and he chuckled lightly "Eloquent... Remus."

It still felt strange to use that name, Remus. And he knew he would lapse on that point more often than not. Old customs just didn't die easily.

Some did though, and prefering not to touch people too much was not a custom he would miss. At least not when it came to Remus. His hand stroked down over Remus' back before he remembered the ink, which was still wet on his lover's skin, and now his hand.

"We should clean ourselves up." Even though the small licks to his neck felt very good.

"Mmmmhmmmm." He kept licking, inhaling the scent, an odd instinct to clean Severus. After a few moments, Remus realised how wolfish that instinct was, and he pulled away.

He smiled and kissed Severus again.

"I always wondered what it would take to get you to call me 'Remus.'" Another kiss. "Now, I know."

Remus leaned up further and unhooked his legs, straightening them so he could stand.

"And yeah, I made a bit of a mess, here." He looked at Snape playfully. "Oops?"

The slow licks over his neck felt intensely good, both sensual and gently. His eyes fluttered shut for the while it lasted.

Severus couldn't really argue with Remus' statement. His lover had indeed found out how to make Severus call him Remus. And Severus had for his part found out exactly how to make Remus growl... and moan, and whimper. He expected them both to utilize that knowledge to the fullest. He was counting on it even.

"I suppose detention will have no detering effect on you..." He didn't step quite away yet, keeping Remus against the desk.

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