WARNING: This is a slash story, which means it contains male/male erotic content involving consenting adults. If you're not of legal age or are offended by such material, please go find something else to read.

Title: Loss of Control
Author: Jean Tarin
E-Mail: jeantarin@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sex. That's it. Short, pointless, plotless. And, I hope, hot.
Category: PWP, Established relationship
Notes: I needed a break from my current eternal project. These are the results ; ) Betas: Mairi (the Goddess of typos) and Amethyst (my content guide)
Disclaimer: Uh, not mine; wish they were.

Remus Lupin was late. Well, only five minutes late, which shouldn't make a difference. However, when your lover was Severus Snape, five minutes late could result in a week without sex. Remus just hoped that Severus was in a good mood, for once, as he stopped in front of his mate's door, panting harshly from the long run.

Remus and Sirius had been up in the Astronomy Tower, admiring the stars on the perfectly clear night. They had gotten into a discussion about old times, and the sentimental fools, as Severus would no doubt call them, had gotten lost in reminiscing.

At least Remus didn't have to fear that Severus would be jealous. He'd gotten over that after catching Sirius shagging two seventh-year Hufflepuff girls in the broom shed the year before. Severus finally believed that the Animagus was a devout heterosexual, and that nothing had ever happened between him and Remus.

*Thank the Goddess for small favors,* Remus thought as he took a deep breath and entered his lover's chambers.

Remus stopped short. He could hear soft moaning coming from Severus' bedroom, and the smell of sex permeated the entire apartment. Luckily, his keen hearing detected only one heartbeat besides his own, and he smelled no arousal other than the familiar scent of Severus'. His own scent rapidly grew stronger.

Cautiously entering the bedroom, he was greeted with the sexiest sight he'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Severus was completely naked, sprawled spread-eagled across his bed. The mop of long, sweaty, coal-black hair was thrown back, and the normally clear obsidian eyes were hazed with lust, dilated to pure blackness. Remus' own cock, already hard, twitched in sympathy.

Remus' watched, rapt, as Severus lightly teased himself with a tissue, running it over his already fully erect nipples, down his toned abdomen, skipping the leaking cock to tease his tense thighs. The tissue made its way slowly back up the same path, continuing to caress Severus' face, tracing his lips, nose, and up to his hairline. Again the tissue followed its practiced path, causing the Slytherin to groan softly, as if tortured with ecstasy.

Remus' left hand unbuttoned his trousers and slipped inside. He fisted himself roughly, unable to stop. He bucked his hips, fucking his own hand desperately as he watched his lover tease himself.

Remus gasped as the tissue finally ran over the stiff prick, soaking up a string of precum like a thirsty lover. He could almost feel it: soft, slightly moist, and teasing his most delicate areas.

He couldn't take the sight any longer. His own hand no longer satisfied him. He needed to be inside Severus, now. Ripping his clothes off without care, he pounced on his sensual lover, covering the pale body with his own. He captured his mate's mouth in a desperate kiss, sucking the tongue into his own mouth and biting deliberately.

Severus grunted and pushed his hips into Remus, seemingly begging the werewolf to take him. Remus needed no more encouragement. Summoning the jar of lubricant that the Potions master always had nearby, he roughly slicked his own cock before beginning to prepare his lover.

"No," Severus hissed. "I'm ready. NOW!"

Growling, Remus grasped his prick, inserting the head into Severus' tight arse. When Severus bucked his hips, the cock slid halfway in, causing both men to cry out with desire.

"Goddess, yes, Severus. So tight! So hot!" Remus panted as he thrust himself fully inside the wet heat, gasping as his prick was swallowed completely by the needy hole. He pulled mostly out immediately before slamming back in, shoving his lover into the mattress ruthlessly. He knew he was out of control; Voldemort himself couldn't have stopped Remus from pounding into his lover.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, Severus," Remus nearly howled, pumping repeatedly into the tight channel. He was beginning to feel dizzy from the speed and force of their coupling, and loving every breathtaking second of it.

"Yes, Remus, harder. Fuck me harder!"

Severus' begging drove Remus to new heights as he fucked his mate harder, causing the mattress to groan nearly as loudly as they were. He didn't realize just how vicious he had gotten until the bed gave way, crashing to the ground as if in surrender.

"Can't stop!" Remus cried. The jolt had sent a shock wave of ecstasy through his body. His growls grew feral as he sped up, losing his rhythm in need. "Come for me, Severus. Come now!" he demanded as he felt his orgasm threatening.

"Ugh!" Severus shouted as he obeyed, a geyser of sticky fluid pulsing through his prick and coating his and Remus' stomachs.

The spasming muscles wrenched Remus' climax from him. He continued to thrust weakly as pleasure seared through his body and out his cock. He collapsed, sweaty and sated, atop his lover.

"You were late," Severus stated between gasping breaths.

"Sorry, love. I was reminiscing with Sirius." After a moment's pause, Remus looked into his mate's eyes. "Er, what brought that on, Sev?" he asked, trying to stay awake long enough to hear the answer.

"Last week. You said I couldn't make you loose control. Said you were in charge of your urges."

Remus smiled slightly as he fell asleep, promising himself to challenge Severus more often.