ubikono (ubikono) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2011-02-19 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ficlet |
His Reward
Title:His Reward
Author/Artist: ubikono
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: 683
Warnings:None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by JK Rowling, owned by her and it’s respective associates. No money is being made.
Summary: Anniversary celebration, a corset and smiles.
A/N: No beta, concrit is welcomed.
Severus Snape at the present moment considered himself a very fortunate man. He thought that if he ever got to live after the battle he would lead and isolated life. Apparently, sometimes it was nice to have unforeseen expectations. Proof of that was The Boy Who Lived or rather one Harry Potter writhing on their bed wearing nothing but a delicate pale pink brocade pattern corset. A corset with a very ridiculous large black ribbon bow accentuated at the front.
It was a really pleasant sight. Harry’s flushed face, glistening red lips that had sucked him off a few minutes back and his new accentuated figure giving him slight curves. The corset contrasted beautifully with his skin tone and the green of his eyes. He lowered the corset until he saw the pert nipples that he loved. They fascinated him and when he realized that it gave Harry immense pleasure, he found many ways to play with them. He lovingly squeezed the soft skin around each pectoral, there was more to grab, all in thanks to the corset. The moans he heard were an indication that his Harry enjoyed the treatment.
As he leaned down to lick, suck and bite on Harry’s left nipple and pinch the right, his thoughts wandered over to the purchasing of said corset.
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They were celebrating their sixth anniversary and every year since the first, it was decided that he would be the one to select the manner in which to celebrate. It certainly provided him with abundant ideas and this was one of them. Two months prior, he decided to purchase a corset. He had to go to Muggle London, he didn’t want anyone to see him shopping and reporting it to the Daily Prophet. Using Polyjuice was out of the question, Harry would suspect something and besides he was tired of doing that.
The task of finding the perfect corset alone was daunting. There were different styles, materials and designs, there were flashy ones and those made out of leather. They were all fine in their own manner, but none would do for Harry……They would be purchased for a later use. Eventually, after a disparaging argument with a young chit, he was given a card by the manager with the number of a woman named Calandre who was a corsetière.
The rest of the remaining month was spent in choosing the right color and fabric. It was something that he enjoyed. After years of touching Harry, he knew the precise measurements of his body.
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Thinking of said purchase provided him with plenty of time to lavish attention to Harry's right nipple. The slight tremors in Harry's body made him stop and remove the hands that were gripping his hair in encouragement. He looked at his results once again. This time, Harry was biting his lower lip, his pert nipples were slick with his saliva, and he decided to give them one last pinch. He was patient but what person could resist seeing their lover undulating their slightly curved hips while moaning their name.
"Severus"
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"Severus"
Harry was panting, or rather struggling for the last half-hour to repeat the one word that dominated his mind. "Severus...." He closed his eyes and moaned softly. ”Severus....Kiss." He opened his eyes and saw Severus giving him the smallest of smiles. That smile was one he loved being rewarded with, it was reserved only for him. He opened his lips slightly for the kiss he was going to receive. It was drawn out, wet and soft only for it to change into a forceful one, Harry indulged by moaning and showing Severus just how much he loved it. He felt the love and desperation that Severus had for him through the kiss, he reveled in it. For any person to feel that strongly was enough for him. He whispered softly “Have to…..please, now.” With an inward groan he felt slicked fingers trailing up his inner thighs and towards what he considered Severus Snape’s reward.
All Harry could do was look at his eyes and give him a smile.