|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-12-10 18:11:00
|Entry tags:||au: magic, fic, rated: nc-17|
Welcome to Fantasy Island, for snapesgirl
Title: Welcome to Fantasy Island
Word Count: 2253
Category: Slash, established relationship, humor
Warnings: AU, very little canon, bottom Snape, foot fetish, cross-dressing
Summary Post war, Harry and Severus have run off for a romantic week with
each other, no wizarding world to interrupt fulfilling their fantasies
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them. They all belong to someone else. I’m just
borrowing them for a bit.
“Severus, just throw the socks in the damn suitcase and let’s go already. We’re on vacation. You don’t need to be quite so meticulous. We’ll be on an island. So just throw in some shorts, t-shirts, underwear and a pair of flip flops,” Harry was exasperated. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Severus was stalling.
“I do not own a pair of…flip-flops. I will not haphazardly toss my belongings into that contraption the way you did. I do not own any shorts or t-shirts. I will be wearing my usual attire, Mr. Potter,” Severus informed his husband.
“The hell you will,” Harry swore. “We’re going to Fiji to relax and get away from it all. What will people think if they see you lying on the beach in black robes?”
“I have no intentions of lying on the beach, but as it is a Wizarding resort, it shouldn’t raise too many eyebrows." Severus retorted as he finally put the last item into his suitcase and closed the lid. He cast a spell to lock and ward the suitcase, eventually shrinking it and popping it in his pocket.
Harry shook his head, “Darling, this will be like a second honeymoon. We never really had a first one. There was just too much going on with all the hoopla of my defeating old Voldie and your trial. What an ordeal that was! I thought I was going to be on trial myself for hexing the entire Wizengamot. I really want to relax on this vacation and lie on the beach and damn it, you are going to cooperate!”
Harry squared his shoulders and went toe to toe with his beloved husband of five years.
Severus was completely unfazed by his younger lover’s outburst and simply grabbed Harry by the arm, spun him around and pushed him toward the door.
“We will be late for our check-in if you do not stop your incessant whining,” Severus grumbled.
“This is supposed to be fun, not some form of torture. So be that way, but if you don’t loosen up and try to have a good time, I swear I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck you until you come to your senses,” Harry threatened.
Severus smirked, “I do see your point, but I fail to see the problem.”
Harry immediately realized his mistake. Severus would thoroughly enjoy being tied up and fucked for the duration of their holiday. What a mental picture that created. They might be late for their check-in time after all. But no, Severus was too anal retentive for that. Punctuality was an obsession and God help them if they were late. Severus would have a complete breakdown.
“What the hell is that?” Severus asked with his mouth still hanging open.
“That is our bungalow, dear.” Harry responded with a smile.
Severus raised an eyebrow and Harry could see the thunderclouds gathering in his lover’s eyes, “It’s in the middle of the lagoon and it’s being held up by four sticks.”
“Those are stilts, love and yes, it’s an over the water bungalow. This area is completely private and warded for your convenience. It has room service, a well-stocked bar and a place where I can watch you sunbathe…in the nude,” Harry grinned.
For a moment, Severus seriously thought he might have been better off in Azkaban.
“Severus!” Harry shouted to bring his husband out of his trance. “If you take off your clothes for me, then I’ll wear those open-toed stilettos for you. Do we have a deal?”
That got his attention, “Ah, you’ll let me paint your toenails, smear peanut butter on your toes, and suckle them?”
“Oh, yeah, not a problem,” Harry snickered. He knew just how to get to his man.
“Fine, I will remove my clothing, but right now we need to unpack. How exactly do we get to that monstrosity in the lagoon?” Severus asked looking around.
“Right over there. You see that dock?” Severus nodded. “It goes from the beach to the bungalow. Let’s go. The sooner we get unpacked, the sooner you can get naked.”
Severus sighed and trudged along behind Harry, shoulders slumped in utter defeat. He knew that he’d been beaten. Harry in stilettos was irresistible, but then the damn brat already knew that.
“Gods, you look so good spread out in the sand like this," Harry commented lazily as he grazed a thumbnail over his husbands left nipple.
“I look like a beached albatross, you idiot,” Severus gasped.
Harry had moved his free hand in between Severus’s legs and was gently fondling his balls.
“Do you plan to take me right here on the beach for all to see?” Severus asked just as Harry slipped a finger inside his husband’s entrance.
Harry twisted his finger and grinned as Severus writhed around in the sand. “That was the plan, Love, and no one will see. I made sure the staff knew we wanted absolute privacy. I tipped them generously for their compliance and I put up wards of my own just to be completely sure that no one would interrupt us. You know what that means, don't you Love?”
“Well, I suppose, but you do remember our deal, don’t you? Tonight it’s my turn and I want you in full dress as per our agreement," Severus sighed.
“Yes, Dear, now please stop talking,” but Harry knew that the only way to truly shut up Severus would be to kiss him breathless and that’s exactly what he did.
Waves crashed upon the shore rocking in a gentle rhythm with the two lovebirds. Harry pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. He changed the angle and the motion to a series of short jabs that hit their target every time. Water pooled around his wind swept lover and Harry wished he could see Severus like this more often. He was so relaxed and uninhibited—wild—as the wind and Harry fucked him with abandon. It was perfect, but over much too soon. Severus arched his back and came in Harry’s hand, clamping his arse muscles tightly around Harry’s shaft.
“Ah, gods, fuck…" Harry cried, coming deep inside his husband’s lovely, tight arse.
With a sigh, Harry rolled off Severus and lay panting by his side. Severus had his eyes closed, wind gently blowing the hair around his face and Harry, propped up on one elbow, staring for a long moment. Severus finally opened his eyes and smirked at him.
“See, I tried to tell you, you’d like it, but you never listen to me. Making love on the beach is so amazing,” Harry laughed.
“Well, it does have some merit, I must admit,” Severus said rolling on his side and kissing his cheeky lover. “I believe that I may have been too hasty in my initial opinion of a holiday at the beach.”
Harry was speechless. He’d never heard Severus admit that he was wrong about anything.
“Close your mouth, Mr. Potter, before you swallow a fly.”
“I can’t help it, Sev. You’re just such a marvel and I love you with all my heart and soul," Harry leaned in and ran his tongue along Severus bottom lip.
Severus smirked at the brat, “Ditto.”
Harry laughed and pulled Severus to his feet and headed back to the bungalow, “Do you want to order room service for dinner or would you like to go to the restaurant?”
“Room service, definitely, I have plans for you this evening unless you want to go to the restaurant wearing high heels and a garter belt.”
“Ah…no, that’s okay. We’ll dine in, Love.”
“I thought you would see things my way.”
“I usually do, Severus. I usually do,” Harry smiled.
Dinner was served with dessert soon to follow. Severus laid on the king size bed waiting for his lover to emerge from the bath. He’d been waiting now for almost an hour.
Severus hoped that this damn well better be worth the wait as his impatience escalated.
When Harry finally emerged, Severus sat up and openly ogled his young, luscious husband. Harry’s hair was stylishly mussed, his cheeks were rosy, his lips glossy, but best of all was the black silk dress that clung to his body. It was off one shoulder and split up both sides all the way to Harry’s hip. On one leg, he wore an emerald green garter. His neck and shoulders were dusted with delicate gold glitter and it glowed softly against Harry’s sun-bronzed skin.
Severus raked a look up and down Harry’s body, stopping when he reached Harry’s feet.
Black, open-toed stilettos with ankle straps graced his husband’s feet and Severus began to salivate. ‘Oh yes, all mine,’ Severus thought.
“Come here, Brat. I have something for those delicious toes of yours," Severus beckoned with a curl of his finger.
“Who, me?” Harry teased.
“Yes, you--now!” Harry obeyed quite willingly.
Harry crawled up the bottom of the bed and straddled Severus’s lap, grinding his erection into Severus’s crotch.
“Not so fast, Brat.” Severus responded as he flipped Harry onto his back with one swift motion and pulled a jar of peanut butter from under the pillow.
Harry giggled and swirled a foot in front of Severus’s face mockingly. Severus grabbed Harry’s ankle forcefully and held it firmly between his knees as he opened the jar of peanut butter. He swirled some peanut butter on his forefinger and slipped it between Harry’s shoe clad toes.
“Ooh, stop, that bloody tickles,” Harry squealed.
Severus snickered, “Yes, I know.”
Harry squirmed in earnest when Severus stuck his tongue between his toes and licked them clean of peanut butter. He paid the other foot the same attention, licking all around
Harry’s strapped ankles. Severus licked each toe delicately in turn until he’d had his fill and finally removed the shoes from Harry’s feet.
“Ah,” Severus drawled, “I believe you are sufficiently warmed up now.”
“Guh,” Severus supposed that was a yes.
Severus kissed his husband with a fury, driving his tongue deep into his throat. Harry sucked on it desperately, trying to devour every inch of it. Severus grabbed the coconut lube off the nightstand and waved it in front of Harry’s eyes.
“Watch, my darling,” he said.
He leaned over his lover and hiked his skirt up passed his hips. He straddled Harry’s waist and removed his robe. Harry’s eyes were sparkling like emeralds and his breath came in little pants as he watched Severus prepare himself
Coconut cream covered fingers worked his hole with precision. First one, then two, three until Harry jerked his fingers out and positioned Severus over his cock. Severus sank down on Harry’s thick shaft, smirking all the while.
Harry smirked too and drove his cock upward, nailing Severus’s prostrate with his very well placed thrust.
“Oh, no fair, Brat,” Severus moaned.
Of course, Severus had no choice but to retaliate. He set a brutal pace and rode Harry’s cock like a broncobuster. Harry reached up and twisted Severus’s nipples hard and Severus dove down, nipping Harry’s bottom lip, drawing just the tiniest bit of blood. He soothed the wound with his tongue and leaned back as Harry jerked on his leaking cockroughly. One or two yanks, that’s all it took to have him coming all over Harry’s stomach.
“Oh fuck, Severus, too, good, too hot, can’t hold on,” Harry screamed as Severus drove his arse down on Harry’s cock.
Harry grabbed his hips tightly and thrust.
“Yes, yes, god, yes,” Harry shouted and came violently inside his husband.
Severus pulled off with a slight pop and collapsed next to his lover. Harry thought that Severus looked exceedingly smug for someone who’d just been well and truly fucked.
“Now this is my idea of a vacation, Mr. Potter," Severus snorted.
“Oh, I’m sure it is, Love, and what devilish deeds do you have in store for me tomorrow evening?”
“Tomorrow I intend to paint each delicious toe in a lovely mulberry jam and then suck it off slowly, so very slowly”
“Mmm, Really?” Harry laughed. “And do I get a prize for my participation?”
“I suppose that would be acceptable. After all, you did do an outstanding job this evening. You’re entitled to a—prize.”
“Excellent! I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a hammock,” Harry grinned.
“In that case, I’ll need plenty of Corona. Make sure you have some handy.”
“The staff is at my beck and call. I tip handsomely. Any thing you desire, Love is but a quick call away.”
“Indeed, Mr. Money Bags.”
“Yes, I could probably even book us for an extra week if you’d like.”
“I don’t think so, Mr. Potter. I’ll be ready to go home so I can recover from our vacation. I never realized how strenuous relaxing could be.”
“Yep,” Harry laughed, “and we still have six more days to go.”
Severus groaned half-heartedly and let his amorous husband kiss him silly.