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Snarry-a-Thon FIC: Pursuing Pleasure
Title: Pursuing Pleasure
Author: nienna_seregon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1335
Warning: (highlight for spoilers) *Mild cross-dressing*
Prompt: Prompt #14: Kink fic. The harder core the better. Not gonna say a specific kink, because really, for it to be good it has to be author's choice.
Summary: Harry didn’t realise just how great obliging Severus’ underwear kink would be.
A/N: Thanks to vallen_mist for the quick, last minute beta. I think I changed my mind about a hundred times when writing this fic, and it’s not as hardcore as I originally intended, but this idea stuck in my head and wouldn’t let go until I had written it.

Pursuing Pleasure

Harry looked at the pink satin knickers with trepidation.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he thought to himself, “When I asked Severus if he had any fantasies I didn’t expect him to want me to dress in girl’s pants.”

Sighing, Harry slid the silky panties on.

“Still, it took me so long to get him to admit to this that I can’t back out now.”

Harry looked into the bathroom mirror and blushed.

“I look ridiculous.”

He shifted uncomfortably. While the underwear wasn’t extremely tight, it was certainly snugger than what he was used to, especially around the testicles. Harry rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension in them and took a deep breath. Severus was waiting in their bedroom and there was no reason to dawdle any longer.

“Besides,” he mused, “the sooner I get out there, the sooner I can get out of these things. I swear it’s unnatural to have my balls scrunched up like this.”

* * * * *

Severus paced in front of the bed waiting for Harry. He still couldn’t believe he’d admitted his kink of men in women’s underwear to Harry. Severus had never told anyone about it before, and he hadn’t planned to ever tell anyone either. Severus still didn’t know how Harry had gotten it out of him, but he suspected that the fact that they had just had more than amazing sex had something to do with it.

Severus heard the bathroom door opening and turned to face it, heart pounding. Despite his anxiety about it, the thought of Harry in satin knickers had him half hard already.

He felt his breath leave in a whoosh when he saw Harry standing there. The light pink satin looked beautiful next to Harry’s pale skin. The small frill around the edge was a perfect contrast to dark hair scattered on Harry’s thighs. And, oh god, Severus felt his cock twitch when he saw the outline of Harry’s dick through the sheer fabric. Severus’ stomach fluttered as he stared transfixed at Harry’s crotch and watched as his cock hardened beneath the satin.

Like a man in a trance, Severus closed the distance between them and put his hand over Harry’s crotch. Severus smiled slightly when he heard Harry gasp. Ever so slowly he rubbed his hand up and down, feeling the hard flesh beneath such smooth, silky fabric. This, Merlin yes, this was why he loved it so much. The contrast. Soft and hard. Feminine and masculine. Something pure covering something so sinful. And Harry was just perfect, like he was made to wear it. Like he was made for sex. Like he was made for Severus, because Severus couldn’t imagine exposing himself to anyone but Harry, and he couldn’t imagine anyone but Harry willing to expose themselves for Severus.

When Severus spoke he surprised himself with how steady his voice was.

“On the bed,” he said, removing his hand from Harry, “on all fours.”

Harry gave a whimper at the sudden lack of contact, but quickly complied, getting onto the bed and on his hands and knees, arse towards Severus.

Severus took in the view for a while, enjoying the sight of Harry’s firm arse encased in the light pink material. But soon the temptation was too much and he reached out and ran his hand over Harry’s bum.

“Perfect,” he whispered and Harry pushed back against his hand.

Severus quickly removed his clothes and climbed onto the bed behind Harry. Taking his hard cock in his hand, Severus ran it along Harry’s arse, melting at the feeling of satin against the head, leaving behind a wet trail of precome.

“Gods, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,” Severus said, pressing himself into Harry and leaning over his back. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Severus,” Harry gasped as Severus pressed kisses up his back and then began to suck and nibble his neck. Harry moaned when Severus pulled away.

Severus pulled the knickers down so that just Harry’s arse was exposed. Grabbing the lube from the table beside the bed, he covered his first two fingers with it and then slid them between Harry’s buttocks. He gently circled the puckered hole, his other hand on Harry’s hip, holding him still. Slowly he pushed one finger in, his cock jumping in sympathy, and the muscles clung to his finger. He moved his finger in and out for a while, before adding a second, opening Harry slowly and thoroughly.

When Harry was fully relaxed, Severus withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock with more lube. He lined himself up with Harry’s hole and eased in. Harry gave a satisfied moan when Severus was fully seated and clenched his arse muscles around Severus, causing Severus to groan in turn.

Severus pulled out gradually; savouring the way Harry seemed to grip him before pushing back in. He did this a few times, teasing Harry with the infuriatingly slow movement.

“Faster, damn you!” Harry growled, pushing back against Severus in an effort to make him move.

Severus chuckled, but complied, speeding up the pace but being no less thorough, pressing in right to the hilt of his cock, pulling out until just the head remained in, driving back in, balls slapping against the bunched up knickers.

Without breaking the rhythm, Severus pulled Harry up so that he was just on his knees, back resting against Severus’ chest. He kissed Harry’s shoulders and neck, his hands running over Harry’s chest and stomach, down to his satin covered cock. The knickers were wet, precome making them slippery. Severus stroked the outline of Harry’s cock, his other hand travelling up to Harry’s chest where he carefully teased a nipple.

Harry’s breath caught at this extra sensation, but he soon recovered enough to move with Severus, meeting his thrusts. The angle was perfect and the pressure on his prostate made him shiver. Harry was taut with arousal, his dick straining against its silky confines, the beginnings of orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, his balls pulling up.

Harry reached back with one hand, grasping Severus’ hair, the other hand joining Severus’ on his cock, urging him to rub harder and fast. He bucked against Severus as his imminent orgasm grew and grew, exploding out of him, white sparks dancing in front of his eyes, arse clenching, knickers sopping wet.

Severus groaned as Harry spasmed around him and he felt the warm, wet proof of his ecstasy against his hand. It was too much and after two forceful thrusts, he was coming too, emptying himself into Harry.

* * * * *

Harry lay with his head on Severus’ chest, a contented smile on his face. He replayed the night in his head, a small flutter in his stomach, although he was too sated for it to turn into any real arousal.

Severus’ reaction when he had come out of the bathroom had amazed him. His expression had been one of awed lust and he’d made Harry feel like the sexiest thing on earth. Severus’ evident arousal had sparked his own and he’d grown hard quickly. But Merlin, the sex had been amazing. Harry had never been dissatisfied with his sex life, but that had been something else entirely. He’d never felt that connected before.

Harry sighed happily, his finger tracing a lazy pattern on Severus’ chest, thinking that maybe wearing women’s underwear wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought.

“Harry?” came Severus’ voice through the fogginess of Harry’s musing.

“Mmm?”

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Severus. Truly.”

“I was wondering,” Severus said hesitantly, “if perhaps there was a fantasy of yours you’d like to indulge in?”

Harry blushed and Severus was amazed that he could still be embarrassed about something after the night they’d just had.

“Well, um…” Harry stammered.

“Harry, if I could tell you about my women’s underwear kink, I think you should be able to tell me what yours is.”

Still blushing, Harry floundered a bit before finally saying, “Um, I’d really like you to spank me.”


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