Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 12
Author: Kate of Kintail
Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall
Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing
Warnings/Kinks: wanking (surprised? LOL), and incredibly brief mentions of many other kinks
Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.
Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf
Word Count: 3,014
Part 12
Remus Lupin had learned of the importance of books very early on in his life. He used them for escape, curling up in the bay window of his parents’ house or under the covers of his bed and losing himself within the tales of adventure and suspense. But he learned from them just as much as being entertained by them. As a sheltered, home-schooled child, he learned to rely on books to show him what the rest of the world was about. He learned of the history of towns he’d never visited, he learned of cultures and dangers and what to do to fit in, assuming he ever got the chance. It was books which taught him about romance and about what friendship was like, making him yearn desperately and secretly for both.
It was even books which taught him about what was wrong with him. After the bite, his parents had consulted every resource available in the hopes of finding some sort of cure. Confused and frightened, and unable to get clear answers from his clearly distraught parents, Remus had snuck a few books without their knowing. And though he was too young to read and understand most of the words, he definitely got the message from the pictures of transformations and half-man half-wolf beings biting people and ripping out their throats. When they locked him up in the basement the next month, tears in their eyes, he remembered the books and knew enough not to call out to his mother and father again.
He owed books so much for what they had done for him. They were always the first place he turned when in need of almost any sort of knowledge… which was why it was such a wonder that it had taken him so long to consult one on this matter.
The truth was, he’d been far too worried and ashamed to be seen in that section of the Hogwarts library. At first, he’d even been shocked that the Hogwarts library had a section devoted to sexual education in the first place. But then he decided it made sense. Not everyone was as lucky as he was and could have their own Padfoot playtoy to experiment with. Now, however, he felt the need for some heavy reading on the subject.
Remus was at the library the second Madam Pince returned from breakfast to unlock the doors. There were a few other students there as well, wanting to pick up books before classes began. Remus took a roundabout route to his desired shelf. He made stopped indiscriminately at bookcases and picked out random books without bothering to do more than glance at the titles.
Feeling nervous but curious and willing to handle a little bit of embarrassment for the noble pursuit of knowledge, Remus browsed the shelf of sexual help books. Who knew there were so many? The ones on tantric lovemaking caught his eye at once. But he passed those over and selected one entitled The Wizard’s Guide to Self-Love. He flipped through it quickly, his cheeks flushing as he saw diagrams and his cock hardening as he glimpsed a few moving pictures. There were a few other books there on the same subject but taking one out was almost too much already. So he slid it in-between some others in his stack and headed to the circulation desk.
He felt warm as Madam Pince went through the stack of books one-by-one, writing in R. Lupin as borrower and a date two weeks from now as the due date. She was usually methodical, suspicious, and incredibly protective of her books. But she had always liked Remus, particularly because he always took the same sort of care with books as she did.
When she reached the book, she paused and looked at it closely. Then she leaned over the counter a little towards him. “Are you certain you want this book?”
Fear rushed through Remus. Would she call his head of house about this? Would she lecture him about the ills of masturbation the way certain members of his family had? Would she forever think him dirty and perverted?
“Typically, Mister Lupin, students are not allowed to check out books from this section. They are for in-library reading only.” She gave a small smile, however, noticing the redness of Remus’ cheeks and the fearful expression on his face. It wasn’t a mischievous smile, but a kind one. “However, if you promise to return it within a week, I will take personal responsibility of it for you.” She wrote in I. Pince. “I do hope you will not betray my trust?”
“Thank you,” he breathed. He gathered up the books as soon as all but the one were written down on her master list. Then he hugged them to his chest and raced upstairs using one of the hidden passages as a shortcut. He only had minutes before classes were to start, but he did not dare carry the book around a moment longer than necessary or risk being found with it. So he stashed it in his trunk and ran back down towards the Charms classroom. Panting, he arrived only a moment before class began.
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Remus waited for the others to go to sleep for the night before he cracked open the book, glad for the time to complete some homework he’d been putting off. He made sure his roommates were all sound asleep before he hid away behind the curtains of his own bed and began reading by the light of his wand.
The first chapter of the book was dedicated to the general concept of masturbation itself. Normally Remus might have skipped the introduction, but he hadn’t taken the book out just to jump around to the parts he was most comfortable with. Lying down on his stomach, he read from the very beginning. It started with a mention of how some people claim over 95% of men masturbate; Remus felt that was an incredibly high number and wondered why he hadn’t heard such a statistic before. He read words like “Masturbation is an ongoing love affair with yourself” and “it is important to gain access to the banquet of sexual self-knowledge” which sounded like lofty, preachy ideas. The book, however, did make it clear that people felt a variety of things when masturbating, but that there should be no shame in pleasure. “Cultural denial of masturbation is the basis of sexual repression,” the book said, and Remus definitely did not like the idea of sexual repression, having experienced it first-hand. Then there was a section about the benefits of self-loving, that Remus read with a grain of salt. “Masturbation is fun! Sexual pleasure is a birthright! Each person is his or her own best lover!”
Remus shrugged through it until he came to a few passages he hadn’t been expecting. First there was “Masturbation is a comfort, an excellent cardiovascular workout, and offers numerous health benefits.” Remus cocked his head and re-read that bit a few times, feeling a bit comforted just from reading about this supposed aspect. Second was a line about how humans are programmed for dependency and masturbation was a way to surrender to ourselves and release the pains and desires within and about ourselves. That part hit a little close to home. He re-read it before moving on. Third, and more importantly, there was “Masturbation increases sexual awareness and makes you a much better lover.” Now that was definitely something Remus was interested in. From the way his cock twitched as he read that, Remus knew that it was more than just a scholarly interest.
He moved on to chapter two, the history of masturbation. That part was even more eye-opening for Remus. There was everything from Ancient Greek images to the history of sex toys. There was discussion of doctors in centuries back masturbating women to cure them of their monthly cramps. And there was an interesting quote from Wilhem Reich who said that if you want to know how a person feels about sex, ask them how they feel about masturbation and you'll get your answer. Given that Remus had always thought he’d been quite the proponent of sexual exploits… the quote made Remus think twice about his past hesitations.
Chapters three through eight were all about techniques. Remus’ eyes went wide as he flipped through the pages, absolutely amazed that there were so very many ways of doing it. Of course, it started out with the method Sirius had walked him through, the simple stroking. Like Sirius, though, the book emphasized the need to be ready to enjoy and to fantasize.
Most interestingly, though, were the images associated with all the moves. Much of what felt normal to do and what he’d been doing to Sirius for years was described, like squeezing at the base and concentrating there to delay ejaculation. There were pictures of fingers applying pressure to a scrotum and of fingers gently teasing male nipples. He found a page which detailed the technique of lying flat against the bed and rubbing one’s cock against the sheets, and another showing just what he’d tried the night before with the humping of the pillows.
But those were just the beginning. There was a picture of a penis thrusting into its sheath of a sock, though the book said a condom worked just as well. Another picture showed a guy in the shower jerking off under the spray with a hand-held massager against his cock. Several pages discussed different techniques to use on cut versus un-cut penises. There was a moving picture which showed a two-handed approach which consisted of making a triangle with your fingers, filling it with lube, and rubbing the lot up and down the shaft. And there was one passage explaining how some men liked to squat while wanking because of the intensity of the orgasm they got.
Remus was staring to feel that lying face down was a mistake. His growing erection was pressing into the bed, which made him think about wanking far sooner than he meant to. Once he reached orgasm, he knew he wouldn’t have much interest in reading more; all he’d want to do then would be to go right to sleep. So Remus sat up, cross-legged, and rested the book in his lap, against his bent legs.
The next few chapters spent a considerable amount of time on sex toys. Remus had never seen so many, and he’d never considered doing such things with them alone. The possibilities were actually rather intriguing. There were actually a few things with a vibrator that he’d always wanted to feel but had never. The men in the moving pictures certainly seemed to enjoy the results of their experimenting as well. One man, whose face was partially out of the picture, had his mouth wide open as he strapped a small sleeve-like vibrator over his cock, leaving his hands free.
After yesterday, Remus knew the joys of having free hands. But he hadn’t considered everything that could mean. On the next few pages, there were pictures of men lying on their sides or their stomachs, inserting just about everything imaginable into their anuses. There were but plugs of all shapes and sizes, a string of small balls, even a wand.
Remus’ hands slipped when he saw the wand, moving slowly in and out of the man’s slick arsehole. The caption was what really got to him, though, “It is handy to keep your wand hand free so that you can perform spells while masturbating.” His grip faltering, the book moved closer, bumping his stomach and crotch. The hardback sat heavy against his cock, straining in his trousers. Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Remus couldn’t help but move the book to the right ever so slightly, and then back to the left. The sensation was so strong that he took a sharp breath and leaned forward.
His cock was throbbing for attention, clearly adoring all the thoughts of sexual stimulation running through Remus’ head. It longed for him to try a few out right now. But Remus refused to take his cock out right now. He could just see what would happen if he did. He’d get so caught up with the technique and the pleasure and before he knew it, he’d be coming hard and good and splashing the pages of the library book. Remus wasn’t naïve; he knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be the first one to wank off while reading this book. But he had given his word to take care of it and it was completely against his nature to hurt a book. Anything else, he might be able to live with, but not a book. They were too precious to him. And the one time he had snuck a book into his cage as a child to read before his transformation, he had awoken to find papers torn and scattered everywhere. The image still haunted his nightmares from time to time. He did not need to commit any more book-torture.
So he set the book down on the bed and knelt instead, sitting on the backs of his lower legs. He leaned over, arms crossed and resting on his thighs, as he made his way through the next few chapters which involved magical assistance. There were, as he had surmised earlier, spells to be preformed on one’s prostate, with the wand up one’s arse. Those looked incredibly intense. But there were also less complicated spells. Spells to make a wand shake and act like a vibrator. Spells to administer lube (one of which Remus already knew by heart). Spells to help delay orgasms and spells to project fantasies overhead to give you something to watch while wanking. There was even a spell that, supposedly, simulated the effects of stroking one’s cock so that you could feel that stimulation while your hands were free for other uses.
Remus found his hand was now cupping his crotch firmly, wanting desperately to rub but holding off by what little strength of will and decency Remus had left. Considering all the possibilities, Remus licked his lips and turned the page. There were two chapters left in the book- one more on technique and one which was just a conclusion. And this was the chapter on sexual kinks. The book did not go into great detail on any of them, and it explained that what might turn one person on might feel terrible to another. But Remus felt his cock actually ache and his hand shook as he turned the pages. Mutual masturbation and circle jerks, using bondage techniques to build and then deny an orgasm, the balance required when combining wanking and pissing, the possible thrill of tossing off in a public place, and even using wanking as an incentive and personal reward for a job well done. Each one came with a magical photo for demonstration purposes, and each photo made Remus just desperate to touch himself.
He wondered what it might feel like to rub his bare cock against those pages of knowledge. He wondered if the learning might somehow flow into him. He wondered if Sirius had taken this book out of the library as well. He’d never before wanted to wank so much as he did at this moment. Remus was overwhelmed with the concept, mentally and physically. Words and images rushed at him, filling him with the sort of anticipation he had not felt in a long while. He felt lightheaded but one term jumped into the forefront of his mind: spontaneous orgasm.
No sooner had he thought it, than he felt himself coming. To be honest with himself, he was rubbing his cock just a little through his trousers, and his arousal had been realized at least an hour ago so it was hardly spontaneous. But everything bombarding him was just too much to deny and he came violently in his pants. The words and images were instantly replaced with blinding white euphoria and a soft hiss which was all he’d allow himself to vocalize lest he wake up the others.
Though Remus was rather shocked, his dominant emotion was in fact happiness. He waited until he had control over himself again before he straightened up and looked at the book again.
He flipped quickly through the conclusion, which wished its readers luck, until he found what he’d glimpsed when skimming in the library: a section on cleaning spells. He quickly memorized one and whispered Nox to his wand which could only do one spell at a time. There was a certain amount of terror involved in aiming a wand at one’s privates, but, once he’d preformed the spell, Remus couldn’t have been more pleased. Though his cock was still limp, it and his clothing were instantly cleaned.
Feeling empowered, Remus brought back the light, grabbed the book, and curled up at the head of his bed. As he settled in to do some memorizing of the techniques and spells which had most caught his eye, the book fell open to the front page, the front cover resting against his pillow.
Right in front of him was the list of people who had checked the book out. He hadn’t noticed before in the library, but the entire page, as well as the back of the cover in two separate columns, was filled with the same name: I. Pince. The due dates were not spaced too far apart, either, he was surprised to find. Just like Madam Pince to give him a hard time about the book when she’d intended to let him have it all along. Remus wondered who else had taken this out of the library, out of the almost twenty people who’d apparently checked it out this year alone.
Both tired and sleepy, Remus fell asleep reading. Knowing he was likely to wake up with a hard-on, he let himself drift off imagining every handsome boy he knew at Hogwarts wanking to the very same book.
End notes:
I’ve got to thank the following sites which helped me through a tiny bit of writer’s block when it came to book content. I quoted bits on some of these sites and others I just used for inspiration:
http://www.sexuality.org/l/ericfrancis/howtobe.html
http://www.minou.com/aboutsex/masturbation.htm
http://www.goodvibes.com/Content.aspx?id=1764&leftMenu=2&lr=y
http://www.bettydodson.com/maymast.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masturbation