FICLET: "Savoured" (part 4 of 4 of "Adored") - SS/RL - M (NC-17)

[bronze_ribbons]

For snegurochka_lee. (Decided I wasn't going to get any further on yuletide until I gave our lads this last chapter...)

Title: Savoured
Author: bronze_ribbons
Words: 1220-ish.
Pairing: Snape/Lupin, with reference to Lupin/Weasleys
Rating: M (NC-17)
Warnings: For this section? Just rimming and schmoopiness. (Ok, maybe also foot fetishizing.) Proceed at your own risk.
Sequel to: Favoured, Devoured, and Scoured. Cross-posted to lupin_snape and pervy_werewolf.




"It's no more than you deserve, Remus."

"If you truly believe that, then take off your clothes and take me."

Instead of complying, Snape leaned closer to Lupin and let his left hand travel downwards, wriggling his fingers against Lupin's ribs.

He was rewarded with a soft, amused snort. "They really were thorough, Severus. Not even the soles of my feet are ticklish at this moment."

"Is that so?" Snape twisted around and lifted the covers at the foot of the bed so that Lupin's feet were exposed. Conjuring a feather, he danced it across Lupin's soles, alternating its light stabs with those of his fingertips.

"Really thorough," Lupin murmured.

Snape murmured back, "So why are you asking for more?"

Lupin rubbed his feet against Snape's hands, seeking. "There's one last edge..."

(toes against a palm)

"...that has nothing to do with thorough..."

(heel brushing a wrist)

"and everything to do with you"

(both feet trapping the wrist between them).

"I see," Snape said, and began to trace the fine network of lines on Lupin's soles with his tongue.

"Ahhh, so you do," Lupin breathed. He remained still, his body lingering in contentment as Snape laved his feet, and then his calves, and then traveled up the inside of his thighs, his tongue claiming every inch of skin while his fingers mapped Lupin's contours with the familiarity of expert acquaintance.

When the fingers reached Lupin's hips, Snape pushed himself up and lay down on top of Lupin, still fully dressed.

"Perhaps I should hire the Weasleys before your next transformation, mm?"

"Don't be daft, Severus. Think of the hell recovery would be once the endorphins wore off."

Snape frowned, peering more closely at Lupin's face. "You didn't like this, then?"

Lupin caught the hint of uncertainty in Snape's voice and opened his eyes. "Loved it." He held Snape's eyes with his own. "Also loved getting smeekit on gillywater shooters, and you know what that was like the day after."

Snape arched a brow. "I know what you were like the day after; I stuck with straight Inverleven."

Lupin rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Who'd have thought you'd be the more sensible of us two..."

Snape smirked and deliberately ground his hips against Lupin's, eliciting a gasp from the other man. "Sensible, mm?" he purred. "The sensible thing would be to tuck you back under the covers and let you regain--"

Lupin threw an arm around Snape's shoulders, holding him close. "Don't. You. Dare."

Snape thrust again against Lupin. "Why, Remus. Giving orders?"

Lupin grinned at him ruefully. "Was this not about me not asking for what I want?"

Snape brushed his lips against Lupin's jaw. "Sweet Salazar. Twenty points to Gryffindor for conceding the obvious."

Lupin turned his head, allowing Snape's lips access to the other half of his jawline. He mumbled, "Clothes. Off. You. Inside me."

In response, Snape nipped and licked his way down Lupin's torso, shedding his robe and undergarments as his teeth lightly scraped against nipples and forearms and ribcage. It was a marvelous thing, Snape thought, being able to taste the infinitesimal changes in Lupin's flesh as it warmed to his attentions, the mellow afterglow of the bath slowly receding as arousal began its advance through Lupin's veins. It was as though desire brightened the blood, Snape mused, tasting its presence as his mouth travelled lower and lower.

"Severus," Lupin groaned. "Severus -- ah!" Snape had murmured an advanced hovering charm -- one that had lifted the lower half of Lupin's body just a few inches off the bed. Just enough space for Snape to slide his face underneath Lupin's arse and spread his cheeks apart and begin to claim him there, his tongue licking and stabbing at the earlier-scoured hole with maddening deliberation.

Lupin was breathing heavily now, his face and upper body markedly flushed. The hovering charm held him half-sprawled and half-suspended in place, as helpless as if Snape had once again bound him to the bed. His lover was showing him no mercy, fingers joining the dance of tongue and lips at his entrance, stroking and rubbing around and around and just inside--

"Severus--"

Snape stretched two fingers inside Lupin in reply, smiling as his captive hissed and clutched at the sheets. Leaving his fingers in place, he wriggled out from underneath Lupin, twisting himself up so that he sat on his knees between Lupin's legs. He regarded the werewolf's glazed yet hungry expression with satisfaction, watching pleasure flash across Lupin's face as his fingers continued their conquest of Lupin's channel.

"Severus," Lupin begged. "Almost. Want you. Take me."

He loved Lupin like this, shoulders wantonly writhing against the sheets. He loved the intensity of the craving he heard in Lupin's voice -- the impatience thickening Lupin's breaths as Snape stretched each moment to its longest, letting his fingers sketch runes on the surface of the salve before scooping out tiny smear-worths, coating his cock and preparing Lupin's hole in as slow and tantalizing a fashion as he could muster, given the depth of his own wanting.

"Damn you, Severus," Lupin panted. "Take."

Snape lifted Lupin's legs so that the other man's feet rested on his shoulders. He turned his head and lightly bit down on one of Lupin's heels as he thrust into him. His left hand clasping the foot to his shoulder, he lazily sucked and nuzzled his way up and down the sole as his right hand fondled Lupin's member.

Lupin's breath hitched as he ground out, "Severus, I am not a fucking trifle. Just because... Minerva loves it... when you commit obscenities on spoons--"

Snape made a show of tonguing the ball of Lupin's foot. "Minerva has high standards. One must keep in practice."

"So help me Merlin--"

Snape released Lupin's foot and surged forward, eyes glittering. "Oh?"

Lupin trembled against Snape's hand. "For this, I'm going to knot up your balls for days."

"What do you think it was like the last time you were away?"

"Why are you asking me what I think when you could be -- ohhhaaahhh."

"Because," Snape said, "rendering you incoherent--"

"Dear God -- ahhh -- ohhhh -- oh, God-- ohhhh--"

"-- is almost my greatest pleasure in life."

"You -- you --- ahhhh -- unnh -- I -- ahhhhh, ahhhhh, AHHHHH--"

Exultant, Snape held nothing back as Lupin arched and spilled against his hand, his own climax rocking them both with its ferocity. Clinging to each other through the aftershocks, neither Snape nor Lupin managed to mutter a suitable cleaning spell until ten minutes later.

While Snape banked the fire and doused the lights and rearranged the bedcovers, Lupin lay beside him as if dead. Once Snape lay back down, however, Lupin sleepily rolled into his partner's embrace, his face almost invisible underneath the duvet as he nuzzled Snape's collarbone.

"Mmmm," he sighed, savouring the scent and warmth of the other man's body. Snape kissed the top of his head and Lupin snuggled even closer. Drifting on the verge of sleep, he murmured, "Almost?"

"Almost," Snape affirmed, his own voice drowsy yet firm. He slid down just enough for his lips to meet Lupin's.

"Then, what?"

Snape didn't pretend not to understand. "This," he softly said. "That, after everything, that this is us."