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Whether you're with a shy, innocent flower who's hesitant to show off their body, someone who wants to get you all fired up because they're contrary, or a sexpot with no qualms, you're about to get a show when they take their clothes off. Or maybe you just walked in on someone undressing. Whatever works. Play your cards right, and you may get to touch instead of just look.

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[ It's a swear enough, because Lupin never allows himself to be crass, never allows even the slightest vulgarity to slip, at least when he's employed in a school.

It's the needy, keening sound caught between their lips that has him answering with his own. Especially when they pause and she says sir like that-- how is he supposed to answer a question like that?

He growls lowly in response, unable to help how she fuels the strange, desperate need burning in his chest. Especially when their limbs tangle, his legs caught around hers, her hand on his face and there's no escaping. She's too experienced for a girl her age, knows too well how to trickle fingers and mouth and flip every little switch that tears down his barriers, leaving them crumbled at his feet. ]

Miss Parkinson... [ It's caught somewhere between a moan and a sigh as the kiss gains confidence, tongue pressing for entrance, licking at her mouth slowly, almost languid in it's movements as he ravishes her mouth. The hands splayed across her hips slide upward, along her sides, breasts, neck, until he, too, cups her face in his hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. ]

[Pansy's been using her body to get what she wants pretty much ever since she realized she could; it's just an extension of the tricks she learned as a child, how to widen her eyes and tilt her head to appear innocent, how to smile winsomely, how to lie without a flicker to give herself away. Except now instead of lying with her words, she's able to lie with her body, making herself gasp and sigh when she's touched, arching up and letting her legs splay in the perfect reproduction of need. Usually, when Pansy sleeps with someone, it's with an end goal in mind, a way to make them do something for her they wouldn't otherwise.

It's been a very long time since Pansy has slept with anyone simply because she wants to.

A little slip of a sigh escapes as he skims his hands up her body, his mouth firm and insistent against her, tongue slowly sliding along hers. It's easy to forget everything else right now and just focus on the heat of his body against hers, the feel of his palms cradling her face. There's no fumbling here, nothing to distract her from this moment, and it's wonderful.

Her small, narrow hands slide down to his shoulders, slipping down his torso to settle at the waist of his trousers, nimble fingers plucking at the button and the zipper, teasing along his hipbones before sliding inside to tease with the lightest of touches to his cock.]

[ While Pansy has used her body to sway people to her whims, oftentimes Remus used his mind, used gentle wit and kind words to attain what he needed, but no matter what words come boiling out of him, she doesn't stop. He folds under the pressure of her, unable to resurface.

Her fingers leave fire in their wake, a blazing trail across his skin, until her fingers brush (well, not even that, did she even touch him at all) against his cock and he hisses, biting down suddenly on her lip, arching his back, twisting his hips, wanting more. The heat that trailed after her fingers pumps through his blood and southerly. It's embarrassing enough he was still semi hard before she kissed him, but now there's no holding back, it seems. ]

Pansy. [ But he wants it, rather likes the idea of her against him like this, ravished and tousled, her hand curling around his cock, her mouth on his, even her mouth elsewhere...

She's not Miss Parkinson when she's like this, goodness no, he'd never be able to call on her in class if he kept that up. She is the too-alluring Pansy, all delicacy and fire, tease and surprise. He can't help the way his hips twitch, even try to buck forward into her touch. ]

[Pansy's never slept with a man his age before, and so she doesn't know whether or not this is normal, if they are able to pop back up again as quickly as a teenager. Whatever the case may be, it seems that Remus is, and she thinks that's great.

His response to her hand down his trousers is so very gratifying, she doesn't even mind the sting of his teeth in her lip. Instead she shoves her hand in properly, curling her fingers around his stiffening shaft, humming a little as she gets a good grip on him and starts to slowly move her hand.

She loves the way he growls her name like this, it makes her feel powerful and almost drunk on it, on the knowledge that it was she who caused him to sound this way. Being able to bewitch the boys in her year has lost its thrill, but being able to do this to a professor? Excuse her for gloating, but this is one hell of a discovery.

She bites his lip right back, growling a little into the kiss, swiping her fingers over the sikly-smooth head of his cock before pulling her hand out of his trousers completely. But not for too long, because Pansy just wanted both hands free to grab his slim hips and shove him backwards, using the element of surprise to switch their positions so that she's the one pinning him to the wall.

Smirking at him, she stretches up to lick at his lips teasingly.]

Maybe I'll just suck your cock now, then.

[And she sets to it, sinking down to her knees in front of him, curling her fingers in under the gape of his trousers to pull them down with her.]

[ Remus gasps when her fingers swipe over the head of his cock, leaving him trembling for a moment as white-hot sparks shoot up his spine, spreading goosebumps along his skin. It's in this moment he stumbles, falls back against the wall as she switches their positions.

He leans heavily into the wall, looking down to her with lust clouded eyes. ] What on earth...? [ But there's no point in reacting, no point in trying to comprehend what she is doing until she is on her knees before him. This is the point where Remus should stop her, should push away from her and run. ]

I doubt anything I say will change your mind. [ Protests wouldn't work with her, and as much as he knows its wrong he also wants this, which makes it even more difficult to combat. Funny, how this position should make him feel powerful, her on her knees before him, in tie and skirt, him towering over her, and yet he feels helpless under her gaze, shuddering as she tugs his trousers off, sliding down with her.

The thought of her mouth alone wrapped around his cock is too much, as he already feels the strain of heat and pleasure surging through his shaft, making it stand erect in a nearly embarrassing way.

He drops a hand to the top of her head, calloused fingers sliding into her hair, gripping softly, because he needs to hold onto something. Having her at his feet alone has a strange little quiver starting in his knees. ]

[Oh come on, he has to be familiar enough with this to know what's going to happen now, there's no need to look so surprised that she's getting down on her knees for him. Pansy even straight-up told him she wanted to suck his cock, this can't be a surprise.

She grins at him as she curls her fingers around his very-interested cock, lifting her shoulders at him, completely unapologetic about this.] Nothing at all.

[That taken care of, she licks her lips and takes a deep breath, leaning in to lick lightly at the head, her hand holding him steady as his fingers settle into her hair. Normally she hates having people fuck with her hair, but for some reason, it doesn't bother her as much when Lupin has his fingers twisted down close to her scalp. Either she's decided this is worth it, or she enjoys the thrill of the unspoken threat of him being able to move her where he likes, no matter what she thinks of it. Right now, however, she occupies herself with licking around the crown and down his shaft before drawing him properly into her mouth, her lips soft and plush against his skin, her teeth carefully hidden so they don't catch on sensitive skin.

She's so engrossed in what she's doing that she even closes her eyes so she can focus better, her free hand settling at his hip to hold on as she slowly starts to bob her head.]

[ Of course he knows what's going to happen, there was never any question about that, oh no. It's that she's willing to do it, and he's not stopping her. He really, really should be.

But the moment her warm lips close around his cock, seconded by the curve of her fingers, well, all rational thought floods away, replaced with a sickening, gut-deep sort of pleasure that even makes him curl his fingers against the paneled wall, toes curling into the plush carpeting of his office floor.

If she so liked the deep, throaty sounds he made before, they spill out of his mouth now almost like swears, hissing through teeth. Fingers tighten into her hair, but he doesn't pull, merely rests his hands there as her head begins to bob, plush lips on the sensitive flesh of his shaft. ]

Pansy. [ Because he can think of nothing but her name, his voice a primal sort of growl, so distant from the sweet faced, honey voiced professor who teaches her classes every week. This is a different Lupin altogether, skin slick with the beginnings of sweat, hair tousled and loose. It takes every ounce of control he has not to buck his hips into her waiting mouth, not to take control. His hips twitch, but he doesn't move. He distracts himself instead by pushing fingers into her hair, drawing it back away from her face. ]

[She loves listening to him moan, but right now, Pansy is so focused on the weight of his cock against her tongue that she can't really pay attention to anything else, not even the rumbling coming from deep inside his chest.

She's somewhat grateful that there is a carpet beneath her knees, as she's sure they would start to ache quickly, but it would be worth it, she thinks, for the chance to do this, to unravel her normally unflappable professor.

He's sticky and musky now, dried come on his skin from their earlier tryst; it's filthy and wrong but so enjoyable because of it, and Pansy can already feel herself drooling as she forces herself further and further down on his cock, relaxing her jaw as much as she can to make it easier on herself. At some point she would welcome him bucking into her, holding her still by her hair and using her as he liked, but for right now, the gentle brush of his fingers through her hair is enough.]

[ There is a weakness in his knees that starts to give him very distinct warnings, how his muscles begin to tighten in his abdomen, flashes of white behind his eyes. ]

Hnn. I'm going to-- [ He gasps as she seems to accommodate more of him into the warm cavern of her mouth, his cock brushing past her lips, the roof of her mouth, her tongue. It's a myriad of sensations that he seems unable to control, to tamp down and hold in. His voice is ragged and hoarse, hardly anything left in it's sound but the low-reaching bass notes.

His fingers contract in her hair, folding in tightly on themselves then releasing. It's been years since he's had any treatment at all like this beyond the touch of his own hand, and he's embarrassed to find how sensitive his body has become, unfolding for her in ways he never thought possible again. He feels far more the part of the awkward, inexperienced school boy with the way his body responds to her. ] Gotta stop.

[ He throws his head back, the pressure building to an insurmountable peak, the fire under his skin beginning to roar. He can't look down either, cannot meet her eye because seeing her on her knees, mouth duly wrapped around him, her hair strung between his fingers... it would be too much. He can't pull back either, pressing away from her out of habit, but the wall is cold against his back and he hisses at the difference in temperatures. ]

[There is a small part of her that marvels at how quickly she seems to be able to bring him to climax; is this normal? She was under the impression that once they grew out of being teenagers, men tended to have more stamina than this, especially on a second go-round. But then again, it is incredibly gratifying to know she's the one who brought this all about, so she won't hold it against him.

She will, however, force herself deeper down on his cock, if only to be contrary as he tells her she needs to stop. Like hell she needs to stop. There is nothing quite as heady as the power trip that comes from being able to reduce a man to a quivering mess even when she's down on her knees, and she's going to enjoy it for as long as she can.

Especially when she blinks open her eyes to look up at him and sees the way he's thrown his head back, his throat a long line of biteable skin that is so very tempting, his Adam's apple bobbing as his throat works around a swallow. She mimics him, hollowing her cheeks and swallowing, bracing both her hands on his hips now since she knows it won't take too much longer for him to lose control and spill in her mouth.

She's feeling so charitable right now that she might even swallow. How fun.]

[ Perhaps years ago, he wouldn't have been so very sensitive, so very needy and desperate for any kind of affection. Perhaps he wouldn't be brought to climax as simply as it is here, her mouth around him, all but a few fleeting minutes before he caved.

Her mouth works deeper around his cock, which is a marvel, really, how expertly she works her tongue, how he can feel her swallow. That alone is nearly enough to send him plummeting over the edge, but she doesn't pull back. She doesn't stop, and she needs to, the welling of pleasure becoming too intense for him to hold back, even as a grown man.

Words escape him as even his throat seems to close up around his air supply, fingers tightening in her hair, tugging because he needs something to hold on to, else he may well collapse against the heat that seems to tear through him. His whole body goes rigid, and what little control he has dissipates as he comes into her mouth, feeling no shame as he might have but an hour ago. His breath coming in fits and starts, a low, stuttering moan that somehow descends into a guttural growl, caught halfway between animalistic and very much man.

Pansy Parkinson is a wicked, terrible little thing. Beautiful, and he finally concedes, for this moment, finally concedes that he enjoys this. No matter how wrong it is, no matter how many times he can tell himself he's going to hell for this.

His muscles remain tight, his back pressed hard into the wall, as though it is the only thing keeping him standing, his head flung back and eyes closed tightly around the pulsing, sharp fire that courses through him. ]

[It's triumph that she feels when growls and yanks at her hair, pushing himself in deeper into her mouth before spilling across her tongue, but Pansy can't deny that tears spring to her eyes in the wake of the sharp tug of her scalp and the whole not really being able to breathe thing. Still, she doesn't pull her head back, not even when she cannot swallow quickly enough to prevent a little spunk sliding down her chin. She'll deal with any spills later, right now she's squeezing his hips tightly and trying not to let him choke her.

If she coughs a little when she pulls away finally, well. Whatever. It's worth it, she thinks.

This had always been something of a chore for her — yes, she usually more or less enjoys it, but less for the act of doing it and more for the power it allowed her to wield — but with Professor Lupin it's almost fun, and the heavy weight of his swollen cock on her tongue sends heat pulsing through her that has her body clenching needily in remembrance of that thickness inside her.

She's almost tender as she pulls her head away, her lips soft and tongue gentle in stark contrast to the insistent force of before; she flicks her tongue gently under the crown and laps delicately at his shaft as it twitches with the aftershock of orgasm, teasing little flicks to her tongue to distract him as she gets herself back together. Her tears get blinked away, and she swallows a few times to get the film of him off her tongue, and by the time she moves to stand, she's grinning wickedly at him with swollen lips and a wet chin.]

Now I'm sticky on both ends, [she purrs with a little laugh, wiping at her chin with the side of her hand as she presses herself in against him, sure of her welcome now that she's broken down all his defenses.]

[ Was she always like this? He doesn't expect her to remain there as he comes, spilling into her mouth without abandon, and yet she does. He cannot look at her, and therefore misses the tears in her eyes, holding back strange muscle spasms as she flicks her tongue across his cock, teasing and so terribly good.

He still cannot bring himself to look at her, at least not until she stands and presses herself against him, folds against his pulsing body. His arms rise, curling around her, pressing her closer, needing her closer even now.

And when he does look at her, she says something that both disgusts him and stirs a wicked yearning in his gut. Her chin wet, her lips swollen and pouted, and he could have her again, easily, but he refrains, letting the cool air do his already too-tightly strung body some good, letting his heart rate calm and leave it's stuttering pace from before. ]

You... [ His toes uncurl, the blinding heat finally fading, and his whole body slumps against the wall, every tiny ounce of tension gone, his muscles fluid and lax. ] That was... ah, well. Amazing. [ He cannot think of any intelligent words, anything he would say to praise a good student, because that's not what she is -- at least not here, surely, she cannot be a student when her wicked little mouth has just coaxed such wildfire from him. ]

What sorcery is this? [ His nerves are gone -- they have to be at this point. Remus allowed her to do terrible things with him, to him that no educator should ever have permitted, but here they are. The deed is done and there is little else he can to do reverse it now.

With that? He laughs, an airy, easy sound, head falling back to rest against the wall. Oh, dear, what has he done?]

[The shock on his face after she gloats at him is rather hilarious — yes, she knows it was filthy, she doesn't care; everything that's happened this evening has been filthy, what's one more dirty thing between them? — but she doesn't demur, doesn't even blush or lower her eyes modestly. What's the point in modesty now? And besides, she's only being truthful. She has sticky come between her thighs, his and hers both, and also on her chin; she's going to need a good scrubbing tonight to be clean and presentable and she loves it.

He's warm and kind of sweaty, but it's appealing as she leans in against him, winkling her arms between his back and the wall so she's holding him as close as he's holding her.] Mmm, I know. [Smug as can be, Pansy is. At least it's a good look for her.

She presses her lips to his collarbone, humming a little in response at his cryptic question. Sorcery? What on earth is he talking about? There's no sorcery here, just simple attraction between two consenting (if somewhat reluctant) parties. His laugh is promising, though, and when he tips his head back, she takes it as an invitation, stretching up on her toes so she can kiss the line of his neck, setting her teeth into his flesh to worry a mark into his skin that is thankfully below the collar. She's impulsive and reckless, sure, but she's not an idiot. Professor Lupin walking around with a hickey would raise questions they don't want to answer.

She presses an oddly tender kiss to his love-bite, smiling to herself.] I just wanted to shag you, that's all. [And what Pansy wants, she always gets.]

[ Perhaps its the romantic in him, but it's difficult not to notice how easily she slots in against his chest, her arms winding around him just as easily as his go around hers. Definitely the romantic in him talking -- she's a student, and they've only just... well. Nothing romantic about any of this mess.

Parting his lips to speak, he's cut off by the sensation of her lips worrying the skin along his neck, her teeth biting a mark somewhere along the way, which only serves to make him groan again. It only stirs the heat in his abdomen, churning, waiting. That soft little kiss afterward certainly doesn't help. ]

Ah, well. [ Already the clarity he had before seems to cloud over, leaving him grasping for words. ] I suppose you succeeded. But.. yes, you really should go now. It's late.

[ And if she stays pressed against him like this much longer, he won't be able to think clearly again until he has her on his desk again. He dips his head, leaning in to kiss her, uncaring that he will taste himself on her lips, her tongue, her skin, no matter how bitter or strange. ]

Yes, yes, go on. Hm. [ He hardly pulls himself from the kiss before he unwinds his arms from around her, gently trying to dislodge her from her place against his chest. ]

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