|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-11-26 08:55:00
|Entry tags:||au: magic, fic|
Dream Life, for chiakidark
Title: Dream Life
Word Count: 6,143
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, bottom!Snape, graphic sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the persons, places, objects, beings or things mentioned in the books and movies. All rights belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, and their subsidiaries. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Harry Potter and Severus Snape are finally living their dream life.
Author’s Notes: Written for snarry_holidays fic exchange. Thanks to chiralove and faynia for the extension and hosting the fest. Many thanks to the two ladies who helped me get this fic in ship shape. I don’t know what I would have done without you two!
Happy Holidays, chiakidark! I hope you enjoy the story.
Harry was having a wonderful dream. He was lying on a beach and the wind was rustling his hair. The cool ocean water tickled his toes and the seabirds serenaded him. Severus was leaning over him, his mouth firmly attached to Harry’s cock, and his fingers entrenched in Harry’s arse.
“Oh Sev, don’t stop,” the young man murmured.
Severus chuckled darkly, “Now why would I do that? You know I love having you at my mercy.”
The older man's voice shot straight to his groin causing Harry to moan some more. His dreams of Severus were always memorable, but this dream was the best he’d ever had.
Severus continued sucking and licking Harry’s erection, running his tongue around his penis like it was a lollipop. His right hand kept stimulating Harry’s prostate, causing the younger man to groan loudly. Severus’s left hand tweaked Harry’s nipples, adding just the right amount of pain to the exquisite pleasure.
Harry was being tortured. That was the only way to explain the heights to which Severus was taking him. Each time, the older man would bring him to the edge of ecstasy, only to stop when he was just about to fall into oblivion. Harry pleaded, whimpered, and whined to no avail.
“Please, Severus. Please!” begged Harry to his dream lover.
“Poor Harry. I’m so cruel to tease you like this,” Severus said, his mouth curving into a wicked grin.
“Let me come!” Harry snarled.
“My pleasure,” purred Snape.
The older man stopped his ministrations, allowing Harry to catch his breath. The dream was so vivid he could feel the warmth of Severus's breath against his face and the slickness of his hands against his skin. Harry was in heaven and he never wanted to wake. He heard his lover rummaging around on the bed, but Harry knew that if he opened his eyes, his dream would be over. And he had no intention of leaving this paradise before he'd reached his peak.
Harry felt Severus's hands on his chest, lightly scratching his nipples. He arched into the touch, murmuring his appreciation. He then felt Severus slick his erection with oil.
'Oh,' Harry thought, 'I get to play today.'
Harry's mind lost its train of thought when his penis was enclosed in tight warmth.
"Oh god," he panted.
"Severus will do just fine," Snape chuckled.
"You're killing me," Harry gasped as his dream partner rode him.
"I know," Snape slithered a hand across Harry's nipples, teasing the buds to hardness.
In his dream, Severus grinned devilishly at Harry. He impaled himself again and again on Harry's turgid cock. Harry gasped, feeling like Severus was sucking the air from his lungs. The younger man tried to breathe deeply and get the necessary oxygen, but every time he took a breath, Severus rode him harder. Up and down he moved, his skin slapping against Harry's. The only sound in the room was the strangled groans of the two men and the bedsprings. The harder Severus moved against Harry, the more friction both of them felt, only increasing their arousal. Faster and faster Severus moved until Harry was sure the older man had hurt himself.
Severus was insatiable, and their time apart from civilization allowed him to be more open and vocal with his sexual needs and desires. After a few minutes of the frenzied pace, Severus finally allowed him to come. As Harry flew off the precipice of lust, he screamed his dream lover's name.
The cry was so loud that Harry awakened from his sleep. Feeling sated and refreshed, Harry opened his eyes to see the smirking face of his husband. So Snape had taken advantage of him in his sleep? Well, Harry could definitely live with that. Severus would often surprise him with sex as a wake up call. Harry never complained. He didn't know many men or women who had such an eager and creative lover. Severus met all of his intimacy needs and Harry couldn't be happier.
"That was amazing," Harry managed to say after catching his breath.
"I do aim to please," was his response.
"We should do that more often," Potter suggested.
"Yes, but after the baby is born. All that bouncing around was most displeasing to my back," admitted Severus.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Yes. Such vigorous exercise is exactly what I needed to sleep well tonight," Severus told him.
"You haven't been sleeping? Why didn't you tell me?" Severus was still so stubbornly independent that he refused to discuss his discomfort with anyone, including Harry.
"There was nothing you could have done, Harry," Snape said. "The baby is just more active at night. Unfortunately, our little Terror has inherited both of our night owl tendencies."
"If you're sure, Severus."
"Yes. Harry, the baby and I are fine, more so now that I can get some sleep."
"Well I was sleeping well until someone awakened me. I was having the most incredible dream," Harry grinned, catching onto his husband's game.
"Really?" the older man drawled. "And what did you dream about? Some young, hot blonde on the beach?"
Kissing his husband deeply, Harry answered, "No. He was older, dark, and mysterious. Just how I like him."
Snape rolled his eyes at his lover's sentimentality, but kissed him anyway. It was a passionate, loving kiss that spoke of his lust and love for the man in front of him. Severus had never thought he could be as happy as he was, but Harry did.