traintracks

Title: Noble
Author:

traintracks
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~640
Written for

torino10154's prompt, "Severus, slash, hopefully smut. Who you put him with is up to you" and also "need". Thanks so much for playing the prompt game, bb! \o/
Summary: Lupin needs the Wolfsbane. Severus won't own up to needing anything.
A/N: Not beta read, so forgive and/or point out any glaring errors, please and thank you.

"Do you have it?"

"You know I do."

Remus Lupin held out his hand, and it was shaking. Severus pulled the flask out of his pocket and held it between two fingers. One might suggest he dangled it.

Lupin, a credit to his willpower, did not snatch it away. He took it with the noble affront, making Severus appear not powerful but petty by comparison. Severus compressed his lips, and once Lupin had the flask safely locked away in his desk, he met Severus' eyes.

"Here?"

Severus pretended to consider it. There were always his chambers, but he had a class in fifteen minutes, and it just didn't seem worth the walk.

"Here," he answered. Lupin's eyes dropped below his waist, and Severus felt the jolt of it like a touch.

Lupin licked his lips and slipped to his knees on the floor. The hands that parted his robes still shook, but Severus refused to feel guilty. On the contrary, he was annoyed. The annoyance did nothing to revoke the arousal, of course. Nothing ever seemed to do that.

Lupin pulled Severus' cock free and licked his lips again. He looked hungry for it. Like the need for this was on equal footing with his need for the potion, which Severus doubted to be true but enjoyed the illusion of anyway.

"I only have five minutes," Severus lied, if only to see if he could do it.

Lupin glanced up at him. "I have three," he countered and then swallowed Severus' cock in one long descent.

Severus had to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood in order to maintain his silence. He grabbed Lupin's desk behind the man's head and started to fuck in and out of his mouth. Lupin held Severus' thighs and groaned.

But now it was Severus who was trembling. It was he who needed. His hair swung in his face as he thrust, and Lupin slipped his hand up, cupping and massaging Severus' bollocks, and it was more like two minutes. Two minutes of feverish pumping, and then Severus' hands shook where he gripped the desk, he threw his head back, and he came down Lupin's throat.

Lupin swallowed it. He always did, even though that wasn't an explicit part of their agreement. He hummed and he swallowed, and even when Severus' hips slowed, Lupin moved his head, sucked on the throbbing cock in his mouth, and wrenched a pathetic moan from Severus' lips.

And he could have been wrong -- every once in a blue moon, he was -- but Severus didn't think he mistook the smile that twitched around his spent prick.

He pulled out, still dribbling, getting some on Lupin's chin which Lupin swiped away with a thumb and idly sucked off. Severus tucked himself away and tried not to look at the swollen lips or the way Lupin still licked them, the way his mouth seemed to curve up in some smug expression to which he had no right.

Lupin stood and dusted off his shabby trousers. "I trust you won't be late for your class, Severus."

Severus frowned. "No. No, not at all."

"Very well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting shortly."

Severus blinked at him. He was being...kicked out?

Lupin just smiled at him serenely, his hands no longer shaking. Severus looked down at his own, and when he saw the slight tremor there, shoved them into his robes, firmed his jaw, and bade his farewell.

Once he'd closed Lupin's door behind himself, Severus let out all his breath.

He wondered, in the relative safety of his own mind, how he was going to last another month. He took a deep inhale, straightened his robes, and walked at a brisk pace down the hall, shoving a Gryffindor out of the way as he went.