FIC: Rubicundum
FIC: Rubicundum Author: joanwilder aka RaeWhit Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Consensual bondage, rimming Genres: Romance, PWP Beta: jadzialove, critique par excellence Summary:On Valentine's Day, Harry and Severus play flower roulette.
Disclaimer: The Potter universe is the sole property of JK Rowling and her book and film companies.
A/N: Thanks to unbroken_halo for the invite to post some Snarry in honor of the snarry_games. (GO TEAM DRAGON! ROAR!)
This was written two years ago for the snape_potter Valentine's Day challenge. and I'd say it's my only PWP, so I thought it'd be a good choice. I really wanted to try and write a new story to post here, but, alas, my Games fic is eating my brain at the moment.
Rubicundum
Harry watched as his usually grumpy partner settled into the chair opposite him. He was well-accustomed to a breakfast punctuated by mono-syllabic responses. After all, he himself was the morning person, not Severus. Severus didn't do mornings well at all, and Harry had long ago learned to just let him be or suffer the consequences.
He pursed his lips as he watched the man stirring his tea as he opened the Prophet, and couldn't restrain the beginnings of a smile…. He was caught at it instantly.
"What?" Severus asked him as he flicked a wrist to turn to page two.
Harry shook his head as he took a sip to hide the slight curve of his lips. "Nothing," he attempted neutrally.
The black eyes squinted at him from above the paper now. "Harry," he growled. "I'm well-acquainted with that look. It's that 'I have something to say but I know I daren't awaken the snake look'. So, just say it, and then leave me to read my paper in peace."
Harry set down his cup, leaned back in his chair, and then laced his hands together behind his head, elbows out to the side. He smiled as he told him, "Happy Valentine's Day, Severus."
The eyes slid up from the paper again to find him. There was a slight pause, then the paper was lowered to reveal the scowl as the man replied dryly, "All right. I've never understood the 'happy' part of it—a day first celebrated as a pagan fertility ritual—something you surely can't have in mind—and memorialized by a poor blighter who sent that very first Valentine and then was subsequently clubbed, stoned, and beheaded, probably a fitting punishment. Which of those three is the 'happy' part, Harry?" he finished, clearly annoyed.
Harry grinned outright then. "Didn't know any of that. Thanks for setting me straight, Severus. God forbid I'd think it an occasion for declaring my undying love," he mocked.
The eyes narrowed. "Exactly. None of that foolishness—hearts, flowers, and a despicable misuse of chocolate. Your little bit of birthday nonsense was enough for the year, thank you very much." The man stared at him for another moment, but when Harry had nothing more to offer, refocused his attention to page three.
***
It was nearly noon in Diagon Alley, and Severus was at his workbench behind the counter, occasionally looking up to catch Harry's eye as he worked at his desk in the opposite corner. When the bell above the door of their shop tingled, signaling an arrival, they both looked up at the sound.
An old, badly dressed wizard looked from Harry to Severus. "Delivery for Harry Potter," he said hoarsely as he held out a long, slender wrapped parcel.
Severus stood and watched as Harry walked to the counter to take it from the man, then moved to stand beside him as he began to undo the green waxed wrapping. He reached out a hand to touch the paper, murmuring as he did, "Persher and Plonks. That seedy little florist in Knockturn Alley? Take care, Harry," he cautioned as Harry laid back the last of the wrapping.
A single, long-stemmed red flower lay in the paper, leafless, and sporting only two rather large glistening petals. Severus frowned as he looked at it. "Who in Merlin's name would send you that?"
Harry studied it for a moment, then carefully picked it up by the stem. "It's a Rubicundum, Severus," he said matter-of-factly as he fingered one of the petals.
"Yes, Harry, I'm well aware of what it is, and it begs the question: Who would send you such a thing?"
Harry turned to him with a smile. "No one sent it. I ordered it yesterday. It's for you, Severus," he said as he held it out to him. "For…you know," he added.
Severus could not hide his incredulity. "You're aware of what this is? It's a sex-flower, Harry, with a rather disturbing potential," he murmured as he leant closer to eye the blossom, but took care not to touch it.
"Hmmm, yes, Severus, I know. That's exactly why I bought it. It's not just for you, you know." He pouted prettily. "It's something that's meant to be enjoyed with someone you're…intimate with," he finished uncertainly as he watched Severus' face.
Severus practically sneered at him now. "It's flower roulette, Harry. A toss of the dice to see who will exploit whom, if you will. Whatever possessed you to even think—"
"Afraid, Severus?" Harry cut him off, the uncertainty replaced by a sly smile as he leant back against the counter and pressed his nose against the petals.
Severus snorted. "No, I'm not afraid, and why are you smelling it? It's chocolate, for God's sake." He stopped at the look of mischief on Harry's face. "Actually, very good chocolate, from what I've heard. But it's the other ingredients that make it so devastatingly…delectable," he finally admitted as he shook his head.
"So?" Harry said in a low husky voice as he sidled closer to the man and placed the flower on the counter. "Are you on, Severus? What do you have to lose, anyway?" He put a hand beneath the counter and strategically stroked the front of Severus' robes.
"My dignity," Severus groaned as he reached over to pick up the flower. "I'm on, but don't complain to me when you're the one who ends up humiliated."
***
They were seated cross-legged on the rug facing each other, a fire burning in the grate providing the only lighting in the room. The beautifully crafted flower lay on the floor between them.
Harry looked at him with curiosity. "Have you ever done this?"
They'd had a shower together, and were both clad only in dressing-gowns. Severus shook his head, and told him wryly, "No, not personally, but I've heard stories. You know what to expect, Harry? Because you should understand perfectly what's going to happen, if you're still set on doing this."
Harry grinned. "Oh, I think I understand how it works. We each eat a petal. One of them will make you lose all your inhibitions—sexual, that is—and the other…." he grinned even wider, "will make you confess your deepest—probably hidden—sexual fantasy." He reached over and ran his hands over Severus' exposed inner thighs. "Put the two of those together, and you have…quite a chemical reaction," he murmured in apparent appreciation of the effect of his caressing.
Severus caught his hands in his own to stop him. "How lucky are you feeling, Harry? Are you ready to subject yourself to my deepest and possibly most disturbing fantasy?" He pulled him towards him slightly, his eyes dark with intent. "You may be surprised, perhaps not pleasantly," he whispered into Harry's ear, and felt him shiver just inches away.
"Severus, no matter which one I end up with, I don't think I'll be disappointed." He pulled back to meet Severus' eyes. "And I don't think you will be either."
Severus released his hands and sat back as he nodded solemnly. "Well, we're about to find out, aren't we, Harry? Go on, then." He motioned to the Rubicundum.
The firelight flickered across Harry's face as he sat and stared at the flower for a moment. He picked it up by the stem, examining it closely with his fingertips, tracing the waxy petals almost reverently. Then he held it out to Severus. "It's your gift, Severus, so it's only right for you to choose."
Severus sighed and took the proffered flower. He explored it much as Harry had, but with his eyes closed. When he finally opened them, he found Harry staring at him wide-eyed.
"You aren't able to tell which is which, are you?" his partner asked suspiciously.
Severus skewered him with a dark look. "No, of course not," he said irritably. "Not that it would help matters if I did. Besides, that would be cheating, and you know I would never…."
Harry guffawed, and then gestured at the flower. "Well, get on with it," he instructed impatiently.
Severus complied instantly, breaking off a petal, and then handed the remaining one to Harry. The next minute was occupied by each of them peeling away the slippery red coating, until both of them sat with an almond-shaped chocolate in their palms.
No words were exchanged as each of them brought the chocolate up to their mouths. They held each other's eyes, then in tandem, popped the chocolate in.
"Supposed to just let it melt," Harry said with his mouth half-full. "Mmm, it's good, isn't it?" he hummed as the sweet began to disintegrate.
"A deceptively luscious packaging," Severus had to agree, capturing a stray trace of chocolate with the tip of his tongue.
The room was quiet except for the crackling of the fire, each of them watching the other as they savored the bittersweet flavor of the chocolate.
Without warning, Harry felt the effect of the drug—every sense was heightened: the soft weave of the rug against his leg, the homey sound of the logs snapping in the fire, the aroma of the risotto they'd had for dinner, and the sight—the sight of Severus sitting across from him—entrancing, seductive, even dangerous…and he wanted him more in that moment than he'd ever before in his life.
He moved so suddenly that Severus barely had time to put up his arms to catch him as he hurtled himself across the small space that separated them. Harry was kissing his face, his throat, making small urgent sounds as he pushed the gown from the man's shoulders. Severus had leant back against the settee, and for a moment closed his eyes and let sensation flood over him, as Harry almost frantically moved from kissing to caressing, insistently pushing his gown completely off and then sat back to undo this own.
Severus gave him a small satisfied smile as he watched. "Well, Harry, it appears I am the lucky one. You're completely out of control…and my mind…." He stopped as he saw the hungry look on Harry's face. He put out a hand to delay the assault to come.
Harry ran his tongue over his lips as he waited. "Your mind…."
"My mind is full of what I want to do to you…but first…." He eyed the impatient figure before him, and then pitched his voice lower as he gave in and pulled Harry to him. "But first…I'm going to tell you how I'm going to have my way with you."
"Sounds great to me," Harry murmured as he moved to press himself against him, his hand already moving to Severus' cock between them.
Severus lightly slapped the hand away, then caught Harry's chin with his hand to force the green eyes to look at him. "Who's in control, then, Harry? I believe you're at my beck-and-call for the evening, so pay attention, hmmm?" He leant in and kissed him with a wide-open mouth, possessing it greedily, sucking at his tongue, holding the face fast to him with both hands as he pushed deeper and deeper. He felt Harry moan into him as he tried to push himself closer. Breaking away, Severus took hold of his shoulders, and gently but forcefully turned him so that he was sitting in between his thighs, his back against Severus' chest. He pulled him in snugly, both arms circled around him, then hooked an ankle over top each of Harry's legs, effectively pinning him in position.
He pushed Harry's head to the side with his face, his lips now pressed against his ear. "Mmmm, so let's see, Harry, my secret sexual fantasy," he purred as he moved his hands over his chest. "A difficult choice, to be truthful…but to start…." He rubbed both of the nipples in between a thumb and forefinger, and felt Harry literally writhe from it. "I think that first, we'll do a tying thing. Nothing seriously kinky…just you…flat on your back…your hands bound to the headboard with something soft and comfortable. That way you won't be able to touch me…and I know how that will make you insane with desire. And you'll have to wait for me, Harry, and I'll go so, so very slowly. I'll taste every inch of you…starting with that sinfully impertinent mouth. I'll bruise your neck with my sucking. I'll nip at those little nubs of yours until you lift of the bed with every single bite. I'll tease your cock with my tongue until you won't be able to breathe at all…then I'll smooth my hands up and down that delightfully soft and so delicate skin on the inside of your thighs, and then, I'll push them apart, but I won't really need to push, will I, because you always spread yourself so willingly for me…."
He paused for a moment, appreciating the moaning and writhing of the body responding to his hands…and his words. "Then, I'll take your cock in my hands, finger the slit, press it open, put my tongue there, and then…and then, Harry, you'll be begging me, won't you?" He heard a soft groan of assent. "I'll hold your hips to the bed as I swallow you…I'll bury your cock in my throat, and I'll slide back off, but just to the head. Then I'll do it over and over and over, and I'll hold you tight at the root so you won't come just yet. You'll scream at me, Harry, even call me names, but I'll keep on sucking till you're ready to burst. And then…when I say the words, finally, 'Come for me now, Harry'…then, and only then, will you give that final push and find release. I'll hold you in my mouth the whole time, Harry, until I've wrung every last drop from you…." He stopped again, and noticed that Harry was now panting, his skin sweaty beneath his fingers. He smiled into the man's neck, and couldn't help but push his own hard length into the warm weight against it. He felt a pleasant streak of heat at the contact, and opened his mouth to appreciatively suckle at the throat.
"So," Harry gasped, "can we just…." He cried out as Severus fastened more forcefully on his neck.
"No, not yet, we're not quite done here." Severus was back at his ear. "I'm rather fond of our dining table, Harry. Aren't you? Do you remember how we first disagreed when choosing it last month? But I think now…we'll both agree that it was a most fortunate purchase. Do you know why?" he breathed into the ear as he pushed his hands between himself and Harry, insinuating them up under his firm buttocks. He received only a soft moan in reply, Harry's attention focused elsewhere for the moment.
"A classic posture, I think. You…bent over that table, scrabbling to hold on to the wood of it while I…I've kicked your legs apart, and I'm leaning in over you, whispering filthy words in your ear as I…grab hold of that sweet little ass…and pinch your cheeks till they're red. I'll Accio the lubricant…and coat my fingers. You know the one I like to use, hmmm? It smells of sandalwood…. I'll drag a finger down your crack, and you'll try so very hard to spread yourself even wider, because you want it so very badly, that finger…. I'll tease you for a long while, rubbing at that tight little hole of yours. You'll try to push back on it, but you know what I'll do…. I'll rub that finger up and down, back and forth, teasing you while I taunt you with what I'm whispering in your ear. But finally, I'll give you what you're moaning for, and I'll push in…slowly, and you'll tell me you love me. You always do that with the first finger, did you know that? Hmmm?"
"I do." Harry did moan now, his voice almost a sob. "Severus," more moaning, "can you just get…."
Severus now had a finger exactly in the position he'd just so artfully described, but did not penetrate. "All in good time, my little nymphomaniac." He was actually finding that self-control was becoming an issue for himself as well. "I'll take my time, Harry. Good and perverse things come to those who wait, hmmm? I'll slip in a second and you'll be begging again, my shameless little slut, and with the third, you'll be screaming…which you know, Harry, just the sound of it almost makes me come." He slipped just the tip of his finger in now, and the body in his arms jerked back suddenly.
"Ah, no, not just yet." He attacked the neck once again, then settled his face into the crook of it, and sucked hard as he moved the finger. It was all he could do to restrain the squirming body in his arms. "I think then, just when you think I'm going to fuck you, I'll change the menu a little. I'll push you up on the table so your feet are dangling, and then…I'll have dessert…a delicious treat, hmmm, but not just for me. You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you, Harry?"
"Gods, yes, I hope so." The voice was raspy and shaky, and trailed off into a groan as Severus pushed the finger in more deeply.
"I'll lick my way down your spine, spread your cheeks wide, and I'll…feast, Harry. I'll feast as I push my hot, wet tongue into you as far as I can. I'll pin you to that table with three inches of sucking…probing…swirling…searching…tongue. You'll be clawing at the table, trying to push yourself into my face, but there'll be no need for that, because I'll be sure to plunge deeply…excavate…mine that little frantic hole of yours for all it's worth. I think you'll like that, won't you, Harry?" His voice was a low rumble.
The finger was completely inserted now, and it took all of Severus' strength to hold Harry in place. "So eager," he whispered at his ear. "It's all I can do not to drag you up and over there this very moment, but…." He moved the arm that was locked around Harry's waist lower, and tantalizingly brushed a thumb over the purple-headed cock. Harry arched upward at the touch, but groaned as he felt the loss of the finger, then sighed in satisfaction as he felt it find him once again.
"Please, please, Severus," he sobbed. "Enough talking, please, please…" he trailed off, his breath completely gone as Severus began an infuriatingly slow fucking with the finger inside him.
"You know we're not finished," he chided the man in a low, husky voice. "You'll still be trembling, shaking with need, when I finally take you. I'll push into you hard, and you'll scream, not with pain…we're well beyond that point, aren't we? No, you'll scream because you've wanted me so badly…burned with need for me. It'll take your breath away for a moment…that scream…and then I'll pound you into the table, plunge after plunge, each one harder…each one deeper. And you'll be pushing back as hard as I'm thrusting…you'll feel your cock grind against the wood, but you won't care at that point. And when I'm ready, Harry, good and ready, then I'll let myself go, and I'll pump all that hot, wet, seed deep inside you…and we'll lay there that way for a while…the sweat of my chest with the sweat of your back…and you'll feel my come dripping down the inside of your leg…you'll feel my heart pounding from behind…we'll be locked together that way for a time. And then, I'll turn you over, and kiss you thoroughly…and hold you in my arms, until you fall asleep…for the moment. I'll let you rest, but then, there'll be so much more to do…for you to experience…."
He'd quickened the pace as he slipped in another finger, using his hips to push the man up and down on his hand. Harry's head had fallen onto his shoulder, and he captured the face and gave him mouthful of tongue. He pushed up higher and faster, firmly impaling him on the fingers, muttering encouraging obscenities at his ear, until he felt him stiffen for an instant, then held on tightly as Harry wrenched his mouth away and screamed out in relief and release.
As he held on to him, Harry's arms and legs flailing wildly, he moaned himself at the friction of the moving body on his own almost painful erection. He could not help from smiling into the wet hair that lay in tendrils on the neck. Harry was almost boneless in his arms now, and he gave him a short while to recover, then shifted so the man was, with a little rearranging, lying in his lap, his arms around Severus' neck.
When he felt Harry's breathing return to normal, he kissed a damp temple, and asked him softly, "So…was that the 'chemical reaction' you were looking for?"
There was a quiet snicker against his chest. "What do you think? That was incredible, Severus." They sat this way for a moment longer, and he thought Harry was about to fall off to sleep, when he struggled to sit up, twisting so he could see Severus' face. "But Severus…I'm confused. We've done all of that before. I thought your fantasy would be something different, something we've never done…something you'd always wanted to do."
Severus smirked at him. "We've never done it before, Harry," he told him with amusement.
Harry shook his head as he disagreed. "Sure we have…the tying thing, you torturing me that way." He rolled his eyes. "The table…the rimming…the fucking…. We've done it all before." The green eyes were questioning.
Severus gave him a withering look. "You're dense sometimes, do you know that? Of course we've done all of those before. But they weren't my fantasy." He waited for the man to catch up, but when he didn't, he gave a condescending sigh and told him, "My fantasy, Harry, was holding you like that…whispering in your ear…telling you in very graphic detail how I intended to have my way with you…watching you squirm in anticipation of it…having just the telling of it make you come. And you did…most satisfactorily," he finished, finally rewarded by the dawning comprehension in the man's eyes.
"That was it?" Harry asked him, astounded. "I mean, I'm not disappointed or anything, I'm just surprised. It was a little one-sided, don't you think. You're still…" he trailed off as his moved a hand between them to stroke Severus' still hard erection.
"Well, no. I lied. That wasn't quite it. Now," he narrowed his eyes as he gave his lover a slow smile, "now, we're going to follow the blueprint." When Harry's eyes widened, Severus leant in and whispered in his ear, "To the letter."