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Title: Why Don't We Do It In The Road?
Author: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unamaga
Rating: Hard R
Fandom: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Warnings: Slash! If you don't know what that is, please don't read and then get angry. Also, some bad words. 'Cause it's Dean.
Notes: I blame Cid entirely. This is all his fault. See? Look:
Cid2065 (1:53:37 AM): you want another?
Cid2065 (1:53:40 AM): you whore
aneros2065 (1:53:40 AM): yesss
aneros2065 (1:53:42 AM): i know
aneros2065 (1:53:43 AM): i want it
Cid2065 (1:53:45 AM): ummm
aneros2065 (1:53:45 AM): give it to me
aneros2065 (1:53:48 AM): harder
Cid2065 (1:53:58 AM): well... I don't really know...
Cid2065 (1:53:59 AM): I mean..
Cid2065 (1:54:49 AM): Sirius/Dean - vehicle fetishes (part deux), and a ride on the bike.
Clearly, he is a horrible enabler and I love him for it. I still blame him, though.
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Cid2065 (1:53:37 AM): you want another?
Cid2065 (1:53:40 AM): you whore
aneros2065 (1:53:40 AM): yesss
aneros2065 (1:53:42 AM): i know
aneros2065 (1:53:43 AM): i want it
Cid2065 (1:53:45 AM): ummm
aneros2065 (1:53:45 AM): give it to me
aneros2065 (1:53:48 AM): harder
Cid2065 (1:53:58 AM): well... I don't really know...
Cid2065 (1:53:59 AM): I mean..
Cid2065 (1:54:49 AM): Sirius/Dean - vehicle fetishes (part deux), and a ride on the bike.
Clearly, he is a horrible enabler and I love him for it. I still blame him, though.
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Sirius is still a little dazed when the two of them reach his bike, but he watches closely as Dean runs his fingers over the smooth paint job and black leather. A stripe of light hits the silver ring Dean wears on his right hand and Sirius shivers helplessly, imagining those fingers running over his body.
Dean notices and grins, pressing down a little harder and closing his fist over the handlebar. "You wanna take her for a ride?" he asks and Sirius has to take a deep breath before he does something stupid like beg or moan.
"Yeah, sure," Sirius answers unsteadily, trying and failing to keep the roughness out of his voice. To distract himself from the way his blood is rushing, Sirius straddles the bike and turns the ignition.
He only realizes what a mistake this is when the vibrations of the motor make him groan out loud. Before he can bring himself to feel embarrassed, Dean is climbing on behind him, hooking his arms around Sirius, just a bit too low to be casual, and his hand is resting against the unmistakable bulge of Sirius's erection.
"Does she always get you hard or am I just lucky?" Dean whispers against his ear, hot breath making Sirius shiver. He can't even draw enough breath to respond, too caught up in the way Dean's hand is stroking him through his trousers and the sound of Dean's sexy chuckle against his neck.
"Let's go for a drive," Dean is murmuring, taking his hand away to place both of Sirius's on the handlebars only to return it to Sirius's lap seconds later. "Don't crash."
Sirius swallows heavily, revving the motor and pulling his feet up to the rests, which only serves to press his balls harder against the vibrating seat. He bites his lip against a moan and very carefully keeps his eyes on the road as he navigates the motorbike through the parking lot and out onto the street.
"Good boy," Dean says into his ear, mockingly. His hand rewards Sirius with a few hard rubs before he's plucking at the button at the top of Sirius's jeans.
"Think you can keep her steady?" he asks, popping open the button and pulling at the zipper when Sirius nods. He shifts closer on the bike, pressing his own hard dick against the curve of the other man's ass as he slides his hand inside Sirius's underwear.
Dean sets a rough pace, tugging hard on Sirius's cock in counterpoint to his own thrusting hips, and Sirius knows he'll be lucky to last a few minutes. The bike swerves as that hand twists just right at the top of his dick and Sirius very carefully pulls them over to the shoulder, not caring who can see them in the brightness of headlights.
He lets his head fall back against Dean's shoulder, moaning shamelessly as his orgasm mounts and only spurred on by the occasional car that passes by. It doesn't take much to push him over, just Dean's teeth against his ear lobe and he's coming hard all over his bike, keening high in the back of his throat.
It takes a minute of coming down before he realizes that Dean is still hard against his back and that needs to be remedied as quickly as possible. He carefully pulls himself off the leather seat and kneels down beside the bike, making quick work of Dean's torn jeans and boxers before taking the other man's dick into his mouth.
"Yes," Dean hisses, tangling his fingers in long dark hair and pulling slightly. "God, harder--fuck!"
Sirius sucks hard against the crown of his cock, lacking skill but making up for it in enthusiasm, and feels a small twitch of interest in his spent dick when Dean moans and comes into his mouth. It's salty and a bit unlike anything else he's ever tasted, but Sirius doesn't complain and swallows as much as he can while Dean shakes above him.
After a minute of struggling with his own jeans and feet, Sirius stands up and leans into Dean, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth.
"You are so lucky that was good," Sirius says, licking his lips. "I have to drive her back like this."
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Title: Exaudi Vocem Meam
Author:
unamagaRating: Hard R
Fandom: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Warnings: Same warnings apply--slash, little bitty bit of language.
Notes: I still firmly maintain that this is Cid's fault. He is an enabler of crazy amounts.
Cid2065 (1:15:48 AM): ummmm
Cid2065 (1:16:48 AM): Remus/Sam - Latin , chocolate, and exhibitionism. <<<I had to.
aneros2065 (1:17:09 AM): christ on a cracker
aneros2065 (1:17:16 AM): ok
Cid2065 (1:17:23 AM): mwhaha
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Cid2065 (1:15:48 AM): ummmm
Cid2065 (1:16:48 AM): Remus/Sam - Latin , chocolate, and exhibitionism. <<<I had to.
aneros2065 (1:17:09 AM): christ on a cracker
aneros2065 (1:17:16 AM): ok
Cid2065 (1:17:23 AM): mwhaha
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Sam is going to die.
Really, there's nothing for it; Dean will have to learn to hunt on his own, because Sam is going to die. And, oh no, he couldn't go out fighting, or saving someone. He's going to go out because there is a man across the library table licking chocolate off his fingers.
Sam feels that the universe really must hate him.
He has to translate this passage before Dean gets back and starts tearing him a new one for not doing his geekboy job, he knows he does, but damnit if that man isn't the most distracting thing in the world. It would be another thing entirely if he weren't doing it so innocently, just sitting there with a book open and licking chocolate from the whorls of his fingertips like it was the most normal thing in the world. Sam has, unfortunately, been on the receiving end of some pretty sad acts of seduction before and he can deal with those.
But this—the distracted way the man is doing it—is driving Sam completely up the wall with lust.
Trying to put the completely unnecessary images out of his mind and concentrate on the Latin phrases in front of him, Sam is completely caught off guard when something brushes against his thigh, and nearly jumps out of his skin. He looks up in time to catch the man across from him smirking, small and knowing, and Jesus, that shouldn't be so attractive.
Then, whatever thing had touched him before is back, closer to his admittedly hard dick, and he squirms in his seat. He looks down and is surprisingly unsurprised to see a sock-clad foot pushing against him through the denim of his jeans.
The man across from him, termed now "Tease" in Sam's head, finally tilts his head back and catches Sam's eyes. For a minute, Sam is entirely unaware of everything else--the people around them, the fact that Dean is probably on his way here and will surely torture him--too caught up in golden-green eyes to care. Those eyes are grinning at him as the man wiggles his toes against Sam's crotch.
He barely holds in a whimper, pushing himself forward into that retreating touch. After a minute where he realizes the foot isn't coming back, he looks up. As if waiting for his attention, the man smiles a butter-wouldn't-melt smile and casually drops his pen.
Sam stops breathing.
He's just working himself up into a vehement denial, telling himself that no way would a total stranger do that in the middle of a public library, when small hands pop the top button on his jeans, tug down the zipper and draw his dick out. Sam grips the pencil in his hand and tries not to make any sudden movements or noises, and fuck if he isn't that much closer to coming when a girl down the table looks at him curiously when his pencil breaks.
A hot, wet mouth engulfs the tip of his erection and it's all he can do not to thrust forward and moan. The words on the page in front of him swim and that talented--god, so talented--mouth works him thoroughly. De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine: Domine, exaudi vocem meam: Fiant aures tuae intendentes, in vocem deprecationis meae.
His orgasm sneaks up on him and he barely has time to stuff the end of the pencil in his mouth before he's gasping and coming. That gorgeous mouth works him for a few seconds, swallowing, before the man reappears on the other side of the small study table, pen in hand and a smug smile on his bruised lips.
Sam vows right then and there to come to the library more often.
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