Title: Quick and Dirty
Author: Lady Remus
Pairings: None
Summary: Remus is having a wank….. it's quick and dirty
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation
Disclaimer: The original characters come from the mind of J K Rowling. I don't own them and I'm certainly not making any profit from this.
Notes: This fic was inspired bya piece of art
Review: Yes please
These days, Remus knew when it was time to turn into a werewolf. Over the last few months, on the day that the full moon came, he would become sexually tensed and the need to masturbate was powerful. Like all lads his age, it was normal to be this tensed, but Remus' need was greater than normal lads. The werewolf inside him was screaming inside and he felt an overwhelming urge to mate--badly. With every passing month, his arousal became more intense.
Of course, Remus was not one to have relationships--he had no time for them. He was constantly studying and he also knew that, if he did have time, no one was interested in him. He was not attractive enough. Also, being in a relationship would mean revealing his dark secret, and that was something he did want anyone to know.
He sat in the library studying when he suddenly felt his cock stand to attention. He felt the blood pumping vigorously though his erection and it throbbed hard with each beat. He looked around and saw that he was alone in the library. Madam Pince must have been on the far side of the library. He sighed with relief--he did not want anyone to see the incredibly large bulge in his trousers.
He tried to read the book before him and tried to visualise each word, but the throbbing in his cock was agonising. He started to feel warm, so he pulled off his jumper to try and be cooler. It did not work though as he felt the heat swell up on his skin. He had never felt so aroused in his life.
I must get back to the dormitory. He thought. I must get into bed and get this frustration out of me.
He got up, picked up his book, and started to place it on the adjoining shelf, trying to ignore his painful erection. As he reached up to put the book on the shelf, he felt his cock pulse harder and faster. Remus suddenly became light-headed and toppled to the ground, dropping the book. He realised that he would not make it to the dormitory. He needed to wank now.
Resting himself against the shelf, he frantically removed his trousers and underwear and pulled down his legs, his shoe becoming loose in the process. He gazed at his red erection which was already leaking pre-cum. He wrapped his long and slender fingers around his cock and began to rub it hard. It felt unbearably hot on his fingers and this urged him to rub it angrily.
As the tension began to build up inside, Remus became hotter and sweatier--he could feel the sweat running down his slightly toned chest and legs. The animal inside him was taking over, and it was a wonderful feeling, one he should not be enjoying at all as it was because of his dreaded curse.
He ripped off his school tie and tore open his shirt, baring his chest to the cool air in the library. His cock throbbed harder as he continued to masturbate. He threw his head back and moaned like an animal in pain. He did not care if anyone could hear him--the sensations flowing through his body were delicious.
All too soon, his balls tightened and after a few more angry thrusts, he pulled his underwear over his erection and came with an animalistic roar. He embraced his orgasm as it shot through his body. He rested against the shelf, feeling the now very damp spot in his underwear and waited until he returned to normal.
When all was calm, he dressed himself, packed his books and parchments into his bag. He picked up his bag and left the library. His orgasm had been very tense--his most tense masturbation yet--and he felt drained because of it. He went into the dormitory and as soon as his head landed on the pillow, he fell asleep.