|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-11-23 09:08:00
|Entry tags:||fic, post-dh: ewe, rated: nc-17|
Making Amends, for alisanne
Title: Making Amends
Word Count: 2036
Warnings: DH spoilers, m/m, cross-dressing if you squint, fellatio, bottom Snape.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry visits with Severus in an attempt to make amends for the past.
Beta: Thanks to B and thanks to E for hand holding via im while I wrote this.
Severus Snape grumbled a few pithy words followed by an Anglo-Saxon guttural when another wretch pounded on the front door. Thinking that it was either Pomfrey being overly solicitous, or a group of carolers intent upon inflicting holiday cheer, he wrenched the door open.
“What now?” he demanded of the solitary figure standing on his front stoop. The very last person he ever expected to see decorating his stoop. Green eyes were no longer behind hideous glasses, removing a painful reminder of past indignities performed by one James Potter.
Harry Potter lowered his upraised fist and unclenched it, offering to shake hands in greeting. He moved a foot forward, preventing the door from being closed in his face.
“Professor Snape, sir, a moment of your time, please.”
“I no longer have a claim to that particular title. How did you find me?” Severus continued to block the door.
“Madam Pomfrey told me that you were living in a cottage on her family estate.”
“She is almost as bad as that meddlesome old coot.” Severus reluctantly stepped back. “Enter and state your piece, Potter.”
Harry entered the small cottage and looked about the main room. He noticed the bed in a corner near the large fire place that did double duty for heating and cooking. He swallowed hard when he noticed the book cases that lined a single wall.
“I mourn the loss of the family heirlooms. However, I understand the Ministry’s desire to keep temptation away from such as myself” Severus commented after seeing Harry’s fascination with his much reduced library. He went back to the cauldron simmering over the fire, checking the progress of his current project.
Harry sniffed the air. It didn’t smell like any of the foul concoctions he’d had to brew while a student. In fact, whatever was in the cauldron smelled suspiciously of garlic and chicken. He bit his lip to keep from saying anything inane about the meal.
“State your business, Potter.”
“As precise and erudite in your speech as ever.”
“This would be easier if you would stop snarking at me.” Harry perched on a hard chair. He looked at his hands as if seeking inspiration from his fingers. “You disappeared. I went looking for you after the battle and you were gone.”
“I was taken by Ministry Officials to prison.” Severus stated this fact in a tone of voice reserved for particularly backward students. He sat on a hard bench near the fire place.
“I wanted to talk with you about the memories you shared with me.”
“Which is why I refused to see you each time you came to Azkaban.” Severus stood up, wheeling about to glare at his unwanted guest. “Did you ever once consider that I might not want to discuss my past? Of course not. The precious ‘Hero of the Wizarding World,’ or whatever they now call you, cannot be bothered by what other people wish.”
“Sod it all!” Harry stood up to glare at his former nemesis.
“Oh, what will you do? Taking points and detentions are no longer an option.”
“I can and will eject you from my home. I do not have to listen to your inane ramblings, or your foul mouthings.” Severus stepped closer to the boy – no. Young man.
“Why did I even bother coming here? You will never change. All you want to do is blame me for my father’s mistakes. I bet you never will be able to see me as a person in my own right.”
Severus grabbed his guest by the shoulders, intending to toss him out. Harry leaned forward. Their lips touched. They were both surprised by the brief contact. Harry looked at his mother’s one-time friend. He licked his lower lip, considering what had just happened.
Severus’ eyes narrowed slightly. He watched that pink tongue tip flick out, then disappear. He pulled away without releasing his hold. Both men went down in a tangle of limbs.
Harry landed on top. He braced himself on his forearms then gave into temptation. He leaned forward, and snogged the wiry man under him.
Their kiss was more a duel for dominance than an expression of desire. Hands traveled, tugging at clothing, seeking flesh to touch. Fingers gripped and stroked. The kiss ended with both men needing to draw a breath. When Harry looked down, he smirked at the sight of a disheveled potions master sprawled under him.
“I never thought you played for the other team.” Harry’s voice was husky.
“Students have no need to know what their instructors do when off duty.” Severus tried to gather his tattered dignity and his robes about himself.
“Leave them open.” Harry stopped him. “I like the way you look right now.”
“I am not about to give in to your youthful perversions.” Severus’ declaration was ruined when he attempted to slip out from under the other man. His dislike of perversions would have been more believable if he was not wearing a garter belt and stockings under his robes.
Harry stared, sought for something intelligent to say, and failed.
Severus was all long and lean, with one exception. He was long there too, just not lean. Harry found himself incapable of looking away from the proudly erect cock that was so nicely framed by satin, lace and dark curls.
“Potter, kindly restrain yourself and stop drooling upon my person.”
“I cannot help noticing…I mean…there really is nothing I can say that is not crass or sounds juvenile. Would you like for me to take care of that swelling before it becomes uncomfortable?” Harry’s eyes gleamed with pleasure at the further enlargement of Severus’ prick.
“I am not some hormonal teenaged male that will play such games on the floor. We will move to the bed.” Severus was mildly surprised that he was able to stand up without assistance. He ignored the throbbing ache between his legs while strolling over to his bed. “How long have you liked men?” He slid off his robe before reclining.
“Most of my life.” Harry toed off his shoes while tugging his shirt over his head. His jeans and pants were soon on the floor and he joined Severus on the bed. “Thank you for leaving on the boots and all.” Harry thought he’d never seen anything as remarkable as the man on display before him. Maybe if I make this memorable, if I give him the best shag ever, he will stop thinking of me as my father. Harry’s thoughts ceased once he felt long fingers trace along his collar-bones. He dipped his head for a kiss.
This time, to Harry’s surprise, Severus was pliant and seemed willing to let Harry take the lead. He decided to take his time exploring the other’s body fully before mounting him.
Severus was a bit nervous when he felt Harry’s lips move to his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief when each scar was delicately kissed. He trailed his fingers through Harry’s shaggy hair, finding it to be pleasantly soft to the touch.
“How did you survive?” Harry whispered while moving down to taste dark aureoles and nipples.
“Palmed an anti-venom based off the recipe from St. Mungo’s. Ah, there, more.” Severus relaxed further under Harry’s touch. “I improved what they made for Weasley. Narcissa took care of the bleeding after you lot left.” He sighed softly. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Umm, you taste good.” Harry licked a path along Severus’ lower ribs after the compliment. “Lots of people wanted to be with me after…I grew to hate it. I do not like being in the limelight.” Harry tongue fucked Severus’ navel, making both men purr.
“That’s good,” Severus murmured. He tugged on Harry’s hair, attempting to keep him right where he was. He uttered a protest when the tongue left off laving his abdomen. His protest turned into a gasp of pure pleasure when that wicked tongue licked the back of his knee.
“Have to do that sometime without the stockings.” Harry eased up to lick along the top of the stockings, randomly working his tongue under the fabric. He moved between Severus’ legs as he licked, then nipped at trim inner thighs.
“If I had known you were so talented with your tongue-” Severus trailed off with a groan.
Harry cupped Severus’ sack, rolling his bollocks before lipping at the velvety soft flesh. He sucked one ball into his mouth, tenderly releasing it, then giving the other the same thorough attention. He licked up the heavily veined underside of Severus’ cock.
“Sorry I was a poor student,” Harry whispered. He licked across the glans, flicking his tongue under the foreskin, causing Severus to buck in reaction. “Sorry I left you in the Shrieking shack that night.” Harry blew air across the tip.
“I apologize for every time I blamed you for things your – ah, father did.” Severus dug his fingers into the mattress when Harry’s mouth finally surrounded his painful erection. He doubted that he was going to last much longer.
Harry found the sight, smell and taste of his lover to be very arousing. He nuzzled at dark curls, inhaling deeply. He took his time, moving his head up and down the long penis. He swirled his tongue around and swallowed before humming. He felt tension building in his own cock. He ran a finger up between Severus’ cheeks, finding and teasing his pucker.
Severus cried out and his hips thrust upwards. He tossed his head from side to side. Coherent words were no longer possible and he desperately wanted Harry in him. He felt the tingle of magic as Harry draped Severus’ legs over his shoulders, exposing him fully.
Harry rubbed the tip of his cock over, then around Severus’ magically stretched and lubricated entrance. He slowly eased in, moaning as he was gripped by the tight ring of muscle.
Severus reached down to stroke himself. He watched through partially closed eyes while Harry breached him. Severus relaxed and sighed at the feel of being so full. He shuddered when Harry began to withdraw.
“You look so incredible like this, all exposed and vulnerable,” Harry whispered.
Severus shook his head. “Ugly, greasy…ah, git.” His protest was broken by a firm thrust that found just the right spot. Further comment was impossible because Harry increased his pace.
Harry varied his thrusts, making some long and slow, others short and fast. He also swiveled his hips. He liked the feel of Severus’ boot heels digging into his shoulders. He pumped harder, his movements punctuated by soft grunts and the sound of flesh on flesh.
Severus moved his hand up and down, squeezing or pulling on some strokes while he wanked in time with Harry. He felt the tension building. His bollocks drew tight to his body. All too soon, he was coming with a loud shout. He continued to wank, drawing every bit of fluid from his cock.
Harry felt Severus’ body convulse around him. He uttered an oath as he thrust in one last time. He held still, eventually easing off of his lover. Severus held his position a bit longer, slowly unfolding his long legs before rolling onto his side. He looked Harry up and down.
“When did you get taller?”
“While you were busy being a recluse.” Harry smoothed a hand up Severus’ side, easing closer to him.
“What happened to your hideous eyeglasses?”
“I had corrective surgery done. I discovered that I do not particularly like one offs around the same time.” Harry kissed Severus.
“Good, I am not particularly fond of one offs myself.” Severus kissed him back. “Are you certain you want to be seen with me?”
“I think it would be an honor to be seen in public with a war hero.” Harry caressed his back. “I know it will not be easy, but I would like to see how things develop between us.”
“I have a feeling that our relationship will be stormy at best.”
“So long as you continue to wear garters and stockings, I think I will happily cope with stormy weather. Just think of the possibilities for make-up sex.” Harry smiled at Severus before kissing away any protests.