|serpens_fic (serpens_fic) wrote,|
@ 2010-06-28 18:55:00
|Entry tags:||angst, darkfic, drabble, fests08, fic, george, hurt/comfort, multichapter, nc17, remus, slash|
Consolation COin, 1/? (NC17)
Title: Consolation Coin
Challenge: LMOM #5
Kink: Whoring, strip tease, more to come
Word count: 588 ish
First attempted posting: May 5, right around 11:PM EST.
Notes: I like the idea behind this, but I am FAR too incoherent to do it *well* tonight. but it will be continued through the month, interspersed with other things :)
Remus smiled in welcome and began to slowly draw his shirt up slowly, revealing a flat stomach and the tops of narrow hips and the faintest crisscross of scars. He liked opening each session with a new client with a bit of a strip tease. He shifted from foot to foot a little as he pulled the shirt over his head, giving his hips a little twitch and giving his observer plenty of time to take note of - and appreciate - the broad shoulders and lean muscle, the light dusting of hair across his chest and the darker trail of hair pointing down into his trousers - and the two dark, dusky nipples.
He'd had them pierced that summer and now wore small gold rings in them; he liked the look of the warm golden metal against his dark nipples and tanned skin. He liked bragging when people saw and asked if it hurt - he lied and said it was only a small pinch. He liked the wild reputation it gave him. He liked the heightened sensation they gave him when he ran his hands down over his chest and lightly pinched them. He really liked the lust and admiration they provoked in bed fellows - male and female alike, he wasn't fussed, so long as when it came down to it he got to fuck them into the mattress until they came screaming his name. He had gotten pretty good at that part.
He tossed his shirt into the corner and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and smiled lazily at his newest customer. "Five sickles for a blow job, five for massage and five for rimming. I never bottom, and if you decide to let me fuck you, I guarantee to make you scream my name in ecstasy or your money back. Other than that, if you want to try something else, just ask and we'll see. Any questions?" His strong fingers unfastened his trousers, allowing a brief glimpse of thick cock surrounded by dark curls.
George Weasley looked like he'd been to hell and back. Twice. It wasn't so much that he was hurt¬ - so much as it looked like he was stretched too thin. He was pale as a ghost; his freckles stood out stark across his face and deep blue smudges undercut the eyes that looked haunted. "No. You can do whatever you want," he said hoarsely, pulling his hand out of his robes pocket and spilling sickles and even a few galleons on the floor. "They said you were the best there was. Just - make me forget." He swallowed convulsively. "I want to forget - just for a little while. Please."
Remus had had people beg for his touch before, but never with such pain. It was an echo of his own inner pain, the agony that had driven him to the life of a paid courtesan. He could drown his emotion in exhausting sex. And in time he found that he could often do the same for his clients too, for a short time. It was rewarding in many ways.
So he didn't even glance at the coins, only reaching out a hand to pull George to him; he only accepted coin from the very wealthy. He really wasn't in this for the money.
"Then let me help you to forget." He pulled the twin's hand to his own unbottoned trousers, to feel the cock slowly hardening there. "Then later, we can remember together."