Comment PR0N of the skirty nature *g*
Harry ran his hands over the short silk skirt. It was perfection. The black fabric sat tight against his skin, hugging his hips and arse like a liquid glove. His eyes darted over to the clock… less then an hour left for his self-indulgence, an hour before Severus was due home and Harry's secret – his little black skirt and the lace thong underneath – had to be closeted away again.
Closing his eyes, Harry palmed his cock and moaned. The scritch of the lace warring with the cool soothing of the silk… all he'd need was his husband's voice purring in his ear and Harry knew he'd come without a single touch.
"My Gods…" Severus' whisper reverberated through the bedroom, his breath ghosting over Harry's bare shoulder, bringing goose pimples and tight nipples in its wake. "Fuck."
Harry's eyes blinked open and, embarrassment rising in his throat, he whimpered. "I can… I can explain."
"Oh, yes, you will definitely be telling me why I have not seen this before." Severus stepped forward, his hands inching closer to the delicate fabric, only to back away just before making contact. "How long, Harry? How long have you been playing dress-up, stroking yourself through this flimsy concoction and pretending…"
"Wishing…" Harry corrected.
"Wishing," and Severus' voice dropped even lower, "it was me?" He stepped closer, trapping Harry against the dresser's edge, and leaned in to lick the length of Harry's shoulder. "You look magnificent, my Harry. An air of innocence packaged like a Knockturn whore. All just waiting to be plundered."
Severus rolled his hips, growling when the heavy wool of his trousers pulled the lightweight skirt higher, flashing a slip of Harry's creamy thigh at the stocking's trim. "Would you do this again…" and Severus nipped gently at Harry's ear, filling the air with words and images and magic. "Would you let me watch you shave, let me roll he sheer stocking over your calves and thighs?"
Severus' hands danced beneath the skirt, bunching the silk around Harry's waist and exposing the lacy knickers stretched over Harry's leaking prick. "Let me be the one to settle this – " and Severus' hands flittered above Harry's prick, close but not touching "- into place?"
Harry canted his hips, silently begging for those long fingers to take him in hand, to stroke the rough filigree until he spilled over, decorating them both – hand and lace – in hot, white semen. "Severus, please!"
Growling, Severus fumbled with the button and zip of his trousers. "Hand me the lotion, Harry," he demanded, pushing until his cock sprung free, pants and trousers shoved to mid-thigh. Without his usual finesse and grace, Severus worked around the thin strap of the thing and quickly prepared Harry.
One thrust and he was seated balls deep, panting heavily in Harry's ear. "Like this, Harry? Hard and fast while you watch my undoing in the mirror? Is this what you wanted, what you fantasized about when you closed your eyes and…"
"Gods… fuck… harder!" Harry started babbling, meeting each of Severus thrusts as he gazed into the mirror to watch the flush and sweat and pure arousal build within them until, much too quickly in his opinion, Harry's toes curled and his mouth fell open with a silent shout of satisfaction only seconds before Severus toppled with his own release.
Minutes passed, both men finally regaining control of their body when Harry said, "If you like this black one, just wait 'til you see the red latex."