Consolation Coin, 2/? (NC17)
LMoM #6: Consolation Coin 2/? Rating: NC-17 Word COunt: 527 Pairing: Remus/George Kinks: Prostitution Challenge: LMOM 2008 Notes: Should get hotter soon. Working on it! T_T
Remus had always wondered if, under the matching grins and ginger hair and knit sweaters, the twins were the same in bed. He'd fantasised, once, about trying to map out their freckles for differences. Now, he thought regretfully, he'd never get the chance.
He couldn't quite hide the regret, because George swallowed and paled, and tried to pull away. "I, I'm sorry, I can't - I - they said you - "
Remus interrupted him with a kiss, kissing him fiercely to hide the sense of loss no time could take away. He kissed bruisingly and sucked and bit and dueled tongues when the twin allowed him entrance to his mouth. And when he pulled away for air, he was satisfied to note the semi-glazed look of lust in the Weasley's eyes. He smiled, faintly, and sat on the edge of his bed - spacious enough for four or five, though he'd once fit seven into it - and pulled George down beside him. "I promised to make you forget. But remember - " he tilted the younger man's chin up to look at him, since he was trying to stare at the floor. "You're not the only one wanting to forget." Unspoken, the implication you're not alone, though he was sure no one's loss could amount to the unplanned amputation of his other half.
Still, something reached George, for his eyes flickered briefly, a faint ember in a fire growing cold. Remus stroked his hand down that freckled cheek, enjoying the brief confusion in the other man's expression before letting his fingers rest on the full, bitten lips. "Take off your clothes for me," he said huskily, in a tone that was more demand. "Let me see you."
When George stood again, keeping brooding eyes fixed on Remus, he propped himself back on his elbows to watch, and let his eyes devour the pale freckled expanse of long arms and too-thin frame, mentally catalogueing the numerous scars – he wondered if more came from testing mishaps than war, and hoped, fervently, that was the case. He swept his eyes over the slightly-dished chest with a light scatter of red-gold hair, and over the pale, flat stomach. And he let his eyes fasten on the cock resting on its bed of auburn curls, the head covered by the foreskin, a rosy tip peaking from beneath.
Remus's breath hitched in his throat – unconsciously he licked his lips, already anticipating the taste of salt and musk on them – and he raised his head to meet the Weasley's eyes, hoping he could see the hunger Remus felt, that he didn't bother to hide. Certainly there was no denying that seeing Gearge standing nude before him was a wet dream come true –
--and if they both knew that in their dreams, a third person would have stood there –
George looked down at Remus and his swiftly growing erection, and swallowed, his own prick twitching in response, and took a stitled step forward, then another, before reaching Remus and falling into the arms that opened for him, kissing the mouth raised to him, hugging and crying and kissing and stroking bare skin.