Remus took out his wand. He could stop the bus, sure, but they were both too far gone to make it off the bed, down two flights of stairs, and out to the curb.
“That’s not going to help.”
Remus waved it and the curtains around their bed slid closed. The hangings blocked them from sight. As long as they kept their voices down, no one needed to know what was going on. Though Remus suspected much worse had gone on in the Knight Bus over the years.
“Remus…” The desperation was gone from his voice. He sounded resigned and the look in his eyes showed that he was scared. “I’m about to pee my pants.”
“No,” Remus said, squeezing Snape’s cock repeatedly for him. “No, you’re about to pee mine. C’mere.” He took his hand away and gripped Snape at the waist. He pulled and Snape practically shrieked. Without Remus to help him hold the piss inside, it had begun to flow out. Remus pulled the man onto his lap just as it soaked through the robes. Remus could feel the warmth on his lap from Snape’s body and then an even warmer sensation as the piss soaked through layer after layer, through Snape’s clothes and into Remus’.
Faced with so much warmth and wetness, Remus couldn’t keep from pissing the lot. He gave one urgent, high-pitched “Emph!” and then it all escaped him, flooding out unrestrained. But the more he pissed, the more Snape pissed. Snape seemed to have an endless amount inside him as he kept going and going. The Knight Bus kept jerking and flying, bouncing them so that Remus had to wrap his arms around Snape to hold him steady, hold him close. His forearm pressed against Snape’s belly and Snape moaned softly, releasing such a burst of pee Remus could hardly believe it.
On and on it went, spilling with strong bursts at each unpredictable bump of the bus. Snape buried his face against Remus’ shoulder, turned his head, and kissed Remus’ bare, tender neck where Remus no longer wore his collar.
A shiver shot through Remus and he hugged Snape so close, so tight, he was scared he was hurting the man.
But then he felt something else. Something strong, hard. Not Snape pulling away—not yet—but Snape rising in arousal.
Snape reached down to readjust himself and realized just how wet they both were. “Did you…?” he began to ask, though he seemed to already know the answer.
Remus pressed a kiss to Snape’s forehead. “I think I know why you let me drink that last fire whiskey.”
Before Snape could reply, the Knight Bus driver’s assistant, an older man named Ernie, shouted out “Next stop, Cokeworth!”
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Date: 2014-02-13 03:58 am (UTC)Remus took out his wand. He could stop the bus, sure, but they were both too far gone to make it off the bed, down two flights of stairs, and out to the curb.
“That’s not going to help.”
Remus waved it and the curtains around their bed slid closed. The hangings blocked them from sight. As long as they kept their voices down, no one needed to know what was going on. Though Remus suspected much worse had gone on in the Knight Bus over the years.
“Remus…” The desperation was gone from his voice. He sounded resigned and the look in his eyes showed that he was scared. “I’m about to pee my pants.”
“No,” Remus said, squeezing Snape’s cock repeatedly for him. “No, you’re about to pee mine. C’mere.” He took his hand away and gripped Snape at the waist. He pulled and Snape practically shrieked. Without Remus to help him hold the piss inside, it had begun to flow out. Remus pulled the man onto his lap just as it soaked through the robes. Remus could feel the warmth on his lap from Snape’s body and then an even warmer sensation as the piss soaked through layer after layer, through Snape’s clothes and into Remus’.
Faced with so much warmth and wetness, Remus couldn’t keep from pissing the lot. He gave one urgent, high-pitched “Emph!” and then it all escaped him, flooding out unrestrained. But the more he pissed, the more Snape pissed. Snape seemed to have an endless amount inside him as he kept going and going. The Knight Bus kept jerking and flying, bouncing them so that Remus had to wrap his arms around Snape to hold him steady, hold him close. His forearm pressed against Snape’s belly and Snape moaned softly, releasing such a burst of pee Remus could hardly believe it.
On and on it went, spilling with strong bursts at each unpredictable bump of the bus. Snape buried his face against Remus’ shoulder, turned his head, and kissed Remus’ bare, tender neck where Remus no longer wore his collar.
A shiver shot through Remus and he hugged Snape so close, so tight, he was scared he was hurting the man.
But then he felt something else. Something strong, hard. Not Snape pulling away—not yet—but Snape rising in arousal.
Snape reached down to readjust himself and realized just how wet they both were. “Did you…?” he began to ask, though he seemed to already know the answer.
Remus pressed a kiss to Snape’s forehead. “I think I know why you let me drink that last fire whiskey.”
Before Snape could reply, the Knight Bus driver’s assistant, an older man named Ernie, shouted out “Next stop, Cokeworth!”