HP ficlet: Seven Year Itch [Harry/Severus, adult]
Title: Seven Year Itch Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: adult Length: 500 words Warnings: rimming Summary: Severus is scratching Harry's seven year itch. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 54, "strain".
Harry moaned.
Seven years they had been together now, the last four married, and the sex was even better than it had been when they were first discovering each other. Less frequent, perhaps, but other things more than made up for that.
Severus's mouth withdrew from Harry's bollocks. His lips traveled upward slowly, teasingly. Harry buried his face deeper in the pillow and quivered. His arse was already as high in the air as it could go; he could only wait until Severus reached...
There. Severus's tongue breached him. Harry whimpered, the sound muffled by feathers, as his arsehole was coaxed open a loving mouth.
He had been horrified when Severus first introduced him to the idea of rimming, even knowing that there were charms to ensure cleanliness. It had taken Harry quite some time to agree to try it, but now it was among his favorite activities in bed, both receiving and giving. Now he tilted his hips, straining upward to encourage Severus to press his tongue as deeply as he could. He groped to fondle his throbbing cock, not to come yet, just to enhance the stimulation.
With a final slurp, Severus withdrew, but only for the few seconds before his cock head rested at the loosened entrance. He murmured a lubricating charm and slid smoothly inside until his bollocks pressed against Harry's perineum. Severus began to move in long smooth strokes, not hurrying, letting passion take its own time to reach white heat.
When Severus penetrated him, Harry had released his prick and braced himself on both elbows. He loved it when Severus fucked him, feeling that having Severus find the height of pleasure in Harry's body in some small way compensated for everything Severus had endured. While he enjoyed topping as well, having Severus inside him was even better, in Harry's opinion.
Severus's fingers gripped Harry's hips. He was close to coming now, Harry could tell, even though the speed of his strokes hadn't changed. Harry began to make little wordless murmurs of encouragement, urging Severus on. They rarely spoke in bed, except on the rare occasions that Harry was able to persuade Severus into an evening of role-play.
Severus's breathing was quicker now, harsher, and on a keening grunt his hips stilled as he quivered in orgasm. Harry smiled into his pillow and tightened his arsehole to milk out the last of Severus's spunk. Severus's wiry arms wrapped around Harry's chest and rolled them over, still spooned together.
"Now, Severus, please," Harry whispered. Severus's mouth found the juncture between Harry's neck and shoulder and he bit gently even as his cauldron-calloused hands found Harry's prick and caressed it. Harry had been so ready for so long tonight that although he would have liked to prolong the pleasure, within moments he was shuddering in Severus's embrace, his prick spurting pearly white come through Severus's fingers.
"I love you," he murmured sleepily, snuggling against Severus's bony frame.
Severus kissed Harry's neck again. "I love you too, Harry."