Remus had
dreamed of wood. Not the Quidditch-playing kind or the morning kind that
required a quick hand and a good fantasy to get rid of… but the finely crafted,
slender, magical kind. Today was a day to dig out the brown hankie with the
wood grain pattern printed on it. And this evening was the evening to find
someone at the club with the same pattern in the opposite back pocket and not
one but two bulges in his trousers and. Tonight was
the night for wood.
“Want to
come back to mine?” came the soft whisper in his ear, almost as deep as Kingsley’s
voice which alone made Remus smile. One of Remus’ thighs was between the man’s
legs, and one of the man’s was between his. Each pressed his hard-ons into the other and each had his arms wrapped around the
waist of the other.
“I’d like
that… ah…” Remus cocked his head but closed his eyes and left his sentence
where it was in favor of enjoying the kisses the man was giving him up and down
his neck. Remus’ hair stood on end and he shivered happily. “What was your
name, again?”
“Larkin,” he
replied.
Remus nodded.
“Take me to your flat, Larkin. I want to see your wand.”
Larkin
grinned and let him out. It was close enough that they wouldn’t need to take
the Knight Bus, close enough that Remus’ was still rather hard when they
arrived and Larkin pushed him down onto the bed.
Slowly,
standing above him and smiling, Larkin pulled out his wand. “Ash.
Kneazle
whisker. Seven and one half
inches, just like me.” He twirled it in a circle, sending tiny sparkles shooting out and showering down over his hand. Then
he pointed his wand straight at Remus.
For a
moment, Remus felt a bit of apprehension. There was always some risk when it
came to going home with strange, armed men. Remus had his hand around his own
wand in his pocket, and he knew plenty of spells that could be done through the
fabric of his clothes if need be. But then Larkin moved the wand down and
touched it gently to Remus’ ankle. Having been down Larkin’s trousers, the wood
was warm as it touched Remus’ skin.
The wand
traveled up Remus’ leg, touching shin. It nudged up the end of Remus’ robes,
moving it up slowly, centimeter by centimeter, revealing more of Remus. It ran
along his kneecap and up his thigh. “Ohhhh!”
Remus gasped. He liked the thigh. Definitely the best so far.
“Keep it there,” Remus begged, knowing quite well the man would not obey him.
It moved up
to Remus’ crotch wiggling about in the short sandy brown hairs. Remus gasped in
anticipation. Then it slid down Remus’ other thigh. Remus groaned.
“Thought
you liked it there,” Larkin said.
Remus shook
his head. “Liked it better a moment ago. Go back to…”
But the
wand moved on down his leg, away from his crotch and hard cock. “I’m not going
to do what you say just because you say it.”
Remus
cocked his head again. Then he pulled out his wand. With one word, Remus
spelled the man’s robes to fly up, briefly exposing a pair of underwear. Larkin
got the picture and took off his clothes, and Remus did likewise. Then he sat
up and reached for Larkin’s cock. Still standing at the foot of the bed,
overlooking Remus, Larkin moved his pelvis forward to allow Remus to touch it.
Which Remus did, gently, giving it a few firm strokes.
Larkin was incredibly hard, just like his wand, and Remus liked touching the
man’s cock.
The man
smiled and, in reaction, moved the wand back up to Remus’ crotch. “I can be
convinced,” he said. Then he bent a leg and knelt on his bed. He rubbed his
wand up and down Remus’ cock. Remus felt the hard, thin wand moving slowly
against his shaft. “Faster!”
Larkin
shook his head and teased him by slowing his strokes instead. Remus, however,
sped his up. But he made sure they were irregular, changing his grip and
changing techniques to keep the man from getting too far along too quickly. He
stopped in stroking to cupped the head of the man’s
cock with the palm of his hand, and the man groaned happily at that.
Rewarding
Remus further, Larkin whispered a few words which charmed his wand to vibrate.
It was a light vibration, but right up against Remus’ cock it felt
spectacularly strong. Larkin moved the wand about, touching Remus’ crotch
everywhere, in every conceivable way. He angled it so the tip was just lightly
touching the spot between Remus’ cock and his thigh. Then he moved it so it
rested alongside Remus’ cock, holding it parallel as it continued to vibrate
and made Remus vibrate all over because of it.
When Larkin
pressed his wand against Remus’ testicles, Remus let out a sound that was a
combination of a gasp of disbelief and a moan of pure pleasure. Remus’ eyes
rolled back and his jaw dropped open. Wordlessly he mouthed his plea for Larkin
not to stop. And though he was unable to get sound to come out of his mouth,
Remus’ hand kept up with its stroking and touching.
But the
best part was when Larkin slid the vibrating wand up Remus’ arse. The shaft was
stiff and thin but the vibrating helped to fill him. As Larkin began fucking
him with it, Remus moaned at each and every push in and out. Then Larkin
uttered another word and pulled his hand away, holding both up for Remus to
see. The wand, however, kept going.
Remus threw
his head back, turning it and biting part of the blankets as the sensation was
almost too great for him to stand. He managed to pull his own wand out from the
pile of discarded clothes and whispered a protection spell for his cock. Then
his knuckles turned white from gripping his wand so
hard as a pleasurable pain overtook him. Larkin had mounted him and was moving
up and down exactly opposite to the wand.
This was
too much for Remus. Within seconds, he came noisily and powerfully. As he did
so, his wand in his hand shot out red and blue sparks. They shot into the air
and fell down upon the two of them like dry, light raindrops. He felt Larkin’s come
warming his chest and looked up to see the expression of relief on the man’s
face, but Remus was much more fixated on the repeated penetrations from the
vibrating wand and the fantastic arse he was thrusting into.
Thankfully,
the wand slowed and stopped as soon as he was finished. Larkin dismounted and
retrieved his wand, sliding it smoothly out of Remus. Remus watched the man
clean and polish the wand with care. “I reckon Mr. Olivander
would have a fit if he knew about this,” smirked Larkin.
Remus
chuckled and reached for his clothes. He secretly suspected the wandmaker was actually a Death Eater but even so, he
probably wouldn’t look too favorably upon using wands in this manner. There was
no question that they had been enjoyed, however. Tonight had indeed been the
night for wood.