"Harry, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. I'm very self-conscious about my scars. I hate them and I can hardly bear to look at them myself." Severus pulled his left arm to press against his stomach and clenched his right hand over it.
"Severus, could you, would you be willing to tell me how you were burnt?" Severus' expression became shuttered; he looked down at his tea, then up at Harry.
“I admit I have a fire play fetish.” Harry looked pole-axed. Severus cleared his throat, “A couple years ago Lucius and I had been drinking and things got a little out of hand. Next thing I knew I was lying naked on his bed with Lucius, the rich bastard, rubbing his expensive Absinthe down my arm. Once he lit me on fire it didn’t go out.”
Harry sucked some of the chocolate off a Jaffa Cake, feeling some of the day's stress ease away. "What? . . I'm entitled to a bit of a treat to get myself ready for tonight's meeting."
"Sounds like a perfect excuse for a treat to me." Regulus peered down at the plate. "Indulge this chocolate-deprived old portrait, what kind do you have?"
"Mmm." Harry leaned over the plate, poking carefully at its contents. "Jaffas, a few chocolate volcanoes, some milk chocolate digestives, some chocolate-caramel ones, and a bunch of whatever these are." He held up a small, square biscuit with a jam centre in his free hand, and then put the whole thing in his mouth. "S'good, mind you."
"I can tell."
"I'd offer, but..."
"The thought counts," Regulus sighed. "And I'm not a man to turn down a free chocolate, but lad, you haven't lived till you've sucked a Snape lolly. Creme-covered Severus, s'best. My favourite." He sighed again. "Or should I say, was."
Harry inhaled a glob of wet biscuit and turned scarlet. "C-come again?"
"Usually, yeah," smirked Regulus. "Being sixteen's good for that, if nothing else. And for such a skinny wanker, Severus was endowed like a mega lolly, you know? Everlasting gobstopper, if you take my meaning. Suck and suck and that knob'd still be hard and sweet in my mouth." Regulus smiled reminiscently and ran one finger down his painted crotch. "Merlin, I'd get impatient, though. Being the greedy boy I was, I went straight for the cream." He fastened a mock-benign look on Harry. "Know what worked best?"
Harry could only stare, speechless. His hand was slippery and sticky from gripping a chocolate lozenge.
Regulus leaned forward and gave him a wink. "You have to make him melt."
"You do?" Harry croaked.
"No, you do, you berk. Not to belabour the obvious, but Severus has always been hard by nature." Regulus' face relaxed into a faraway and unmistakeably lewd smile. "For starters, lick him off nice and slow. Like that hand of yours, say."
He smirked. Catching on, Harry hurriedly lifted his hand to his mouth and swiped his tongue through the dark, sweet smear.
"That's the idea," Regulus said, and pinched the trouser seam between his legs. "Think of gumballs so big you can hardly fit them in your mouth, kind of sour-sweet, and the way they make your jaws ache while you roll them around, sucking and swallowing, and how your mouth keeps watering the whole time from the taste. Try not to choke," Regulus snickered, and Harry yanked his fingers out of his mouth and wiped away some drool, "and be sure to concentrate on not biting down. You're probably a bit raw from taking so much in, and the more you suck the harder it gets. Only it's all rubbery, more like liquorice, all glossy and wet. And it's bouncing in your mouth with a life of its own, and sometimes it falls out because you're just a bit too eager and going at it so rough." Harry groaned at the thought and Regulus wiggled into his own cupped palm, continuing, breathless, "So then you get a look at what Severus is trying to make you swallow, and it's sodding huge, red as a fucking raspberry and thick and kind of syrupy because it's covered with spit," and Harry squirmed, biting his chocolate-covered lips, but didn't move to touch his prick.
Disappointed, Regulus went on, "So if you're like me, you're ready to pick up the pace, so you reach into that sweaty gap between his legs where his bollocks are hanging all snug, ripe as fruit. Be warned, he's got a pair of thighs on him as could crack a walnut, our Severus does. Lean and unyielding, which should come as no surprise, considering that's how he is all over." A whimper slipped out of Harry, and Regulus smiled. "So wrap one hand around those fat red plums and start massaging, you know? Steady and rhythmic, like you're squeezing the juice out."
"Right," Harry panted, "the juice," and this time his hand did land on his crotch, for one quick rub before he jerked it away.
"Then," Regulus huffed, a bit disgruntled by the fact that Harry wasn't cooperating, "while you're milking his bollocks, start sucking that lolly for all you're worth. Give him the popsicle treatment, lad. Breathe on him, lap him top to bottom, put your hot tongue on him and swirl the whole length. Make sure you follow the ripply bits. It drives Severus wild. You haven't heard swearing till you've heard Severus Snape curse like a Muggle."
"Fuck," Harry whispered.
"Yeah, like that," Regulus said. "The moment he starts to melt, be ready to slurp up the drips. He'll be using your mouth without mercy, I'll wager, cramming that slick, gooey sucker down your throat until you're gagging and crying, but crawling forward on your knees and groping in desperation when he pulls it away."
"Nnggh," Harry said. "Shite. Regulus, you shouldn't - "
"And then he'll slide it back in," Regulus interrupted dreamily, "slow like gliding, once, twice, smooth as divinity, and you'll be sunk to the gullet, gorged on sweets, filled to the fucking brim. There you are, barely able to breathe, and that's when, by god, he dissolves in your mouth. And take it from me, Severus won't just melt on you, he'll explode."
Hastily, Harry snatched up a chocolate volcano and pressed it to his lips. When he ended up shame-faced and covered in filling, Regulus tipped him a grin.
"Oh, don't worry, Harry me lad, you'll get to taste him." Regulus rolled his head to one side and arched into his hand, gazing down as Harry gazed raptly back. "Trust me, you'll be drowning in cream. It'll spill down your chin like a load of bitter icing. And it'll be pure Severus, acidic and overwhelming and messy and just in case you're wondering, not the least bit sweet. So then you're choking on it, and you'll be thinking that anyone who claims to like this muck must be a right liar or absolutely bonkers." He sighed and sat quiet, staring over Harry's head. "But once you've swallowed it all down and the essence of Severus is just a memory, you'll find yourself wanting more. Wanting it like crazy. Because it wasn't enough. I'm warning you now, it'll never be enough."
His throat grew tight, and he guessed the white flecks of paint in his eyes had brightened to simulate shining grief. Surprised by the emotion, he turned his head away before Harry could notice.
Recovering quickly - after all, he'd had years of practice - Regulus turned back in time to see Harry finish cleaning his face and hands of the melted chocolate. The untouched bulge in the young man's trousers hadn't abated.
"I hope you plan on doing something about that," he said with a negligent wave. "Pity to let it go to waste."
Blushing, Harry adjusted himself. "Don't worry, it won't. I'm just saving it, is all."
Grinning, he settled back on the sofa and sucked a fingertip. Merlin's tits. Well, Regulus had done what he could. If Severus didn't gobble this luscious youth down like the finest Cadbury's, it surely wouldn't be for lack of appetite, or Regulus would eat his -
Well. He shot a rueful glance around the painting. That was just it.
"I've decided it's best to keep the treats on hand for later, you see," Harry continued. "Thanks to you, I'm suddenly famished. For, uh, sweets." He attempted an innocent leer. "Tonight's meeting is suddenly looking up."
"Sev!" The abbreviation, indignant as it was, slid over his tongue as if he had practised it. He had intended to use Severus' surname, really, but somehow it had got lost on the way to his tongue – like so many other things. Severus didn't seem to be pleased.
"I don't remember giving you the permission of addressing me so informally!" he snapped, eyes blazing.
"You . . . I . . . I . . . ask . . . you . . . ask . . . rub," Harry hastened to say, hating himself for not being able to even give a sound reasoning without sounding like an idiot. Severus didn't seem to notice the difference.
"Keep your hands to yourself, Potter!"
"I . . . help!"
"No, you didn't help. I don't want you to help. I don't need you to help!" Severus yelled.
Harry frowned, then wacked Severus' head with his club.
"Harry ... BIG ... Harry ... and Sev .... and Sev ... RAAGH!" he grunted, grabbed Severus by the hair and dragged him out.
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