|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2009-12-23 18:43:00
|Entry tags:||fic, rated: nc-17, round: 2009|
Fic: Bound to be Broken - for atypicalsnowman
Title: Bound to be Broken
Author: The Grinch!
Word Count: 12,712 words
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Warnings: *Snape survives; DH but not Epilogue-compliant.*
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: There is a way to break the accidental bond between Harry and Snape; it simply involves lots of sex.
Author's Notes: So many thanks are due to the mods for their astounding patience with me. I'm so happy to have completed this fic, and that's all due to their encouragement and flexibility. To my recipient, atypicalsnowman: I took your very first kink/request of accidental bonding and ran with it. I also tried to incorporate a number of your other kinks, as well as slipping in the last of your optional prompts in one scene. I really hope you enjoy the results. Happy Snarry Holidays!
When Harry walked toward his home, already loosening his tie, he found Snape awaiting him at the threshold. Snape's arms were crossed over his chest, his stern features were drawn into a scowl, and he was tapping the toe of his boot on the step in a staccato metronymic rhythm seemingly designed to set Harry's already tense shoulders into a Gordian knot.
"There was a meeting," Harry began.
"If you think I have nothing better to do than stand about in dilapidated Muggle neighbourhoods awaiting your inauspicious arrival --"
"I tried, all right?" Harry wrenched the door open, pointed for Snape to go inside and then followed, turning the locks with a snap-snap-snap. "I said I had somewhere to be. Then Jenkins started in, 'What exactly could you have to do that's more important than this?'"
"Fine, fine." Snape waved him ahead. When Harry hesitated, he said, "Shall we?" through gritted teeth and gave an over-elaborate flourish of his hand.
"Give me a moment." Harry stalked off toward the kitchen, not bothering to invite Snape to make himself comfortable. He ran the tap and drank one glass of water, then another.
"I so appreciate this continuing evidence of your concern for my time," Snape called out from the other room.
Harry only just resisted the urge to hurl the glass into the sink for the satisfaction of watching it crack into splinters.
"Cup of tea?" he called out instead, placing the glass down on the counter. He didn't know why he bothered offering; Snape never accepted.
There was a tense pause. "Just get in here so that we may yet again attempt this futile endeavour."
Harry rolled his shoulders and pulled his tie off as he went, balling it up and tossing it in the general direction of the kitchen table.
"In here?" he asked when he found Snape in the sitting room, a high round table pulled up to the chair he occupied.
Snape had in his few moments time alone spread out some of the key texts they had taken to consulting more regularly of late on the issue of their current problem. Now he looked up from them with a great deal of annoyance.
"You have another suggestion?" he snapped.
Harry closed his eyes and mentally calculated knut-and-sickle conversions from Muggle money and then back again. "Here's fine." he said shortly, pulling up a seat across from Snape.
Snape turned the front-most volume Harry's way, and tapped an evidently relevant passage complete with ink illustration. "Well? I thought we might try this next."
"Suits." Harry yawned.
"Oh, you aren't too tired to exert yourself, are you?" Snape asked with false concern.
"Shut it." Harry stood, walking reluctantly over to Snape and the book. Snape had his black cold eyes trained on him, suspicious and resentful, as he approached.
"Right." Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then without further ado, he pulled Snape to his feet and crushed their mouths together.
Snape gave a muffled sound as Harry kissed him hard. Harry swallowed that and every noise that followed, murmuring encouragement back until Snape's lips parted. When Snape surged forward in response, their teeth clacked until they were able to right themselves and get their mouths again sliding in tempo.
For a time they stood in an unsteady clutch, breathing hard through kiss after kiss. Snape worked Harry's shirt open further, running his palms over Harry's vest, massaging.
But soon enough they were misaligned and stumbling once more, the table next to them sliding and then hitting the wall as Snape's arse thumped against its edge. Harry grasped Snape's jaw in both hands and kissed him again, shoving him against the table without regard for the various books crashing to the floor.
Finally they broke apart, gasping.
Then Snape brought his hand to brush against Harry's hardening cock, making an approving noise. "Not so tired after all, are you?" he murmured, groping and stroking through Harry's trousers.
Harry didn't bother answering, instead letting his head tilt back a little as he moaned. Snape's methods really were improving, he thought a bit wildly, as Snape managed to do a kind of twist at the top through the fabric that had Harry's hips bucking forward. And Snape's mouth, now sliding and sucking its way down his throat, was absolutely the most wonderful thing in the world.
But that was nothing to Snape reversing their positions, so Harry was the one leant against the table, and then folding to his knees. He growled as he fumbled open Harry's placket with impatient plucking, and took Harry's cock in with his mouth closed around it in a tight ring.
"Oh fuck, that's so good," Harry blurted, not so mindful of their aggravating bickering of moments ago now that Snape's lips were wrapped around him. His grinding, tough day at work; a highly unpleasant fundraising luncheon; several nerve-wracking meetings: all of it dissipated like fine mist from Harry's mind as Snape slid his mouth off the head of his prick with a pop and then dove back down.
Snape said or moaned something. Harry couldn't tell what it might have been, and he didn't much care -- what mattered was the delicious hum it sent through his erection. He twined his fingers in Snape's lank hair and, without thinking it through, snapped his hips forward.
Snape choked a little. Harry hadn't time to be ashamed or guilty that it made him all the harder because Snape just kept right on, that marvellous mouth, that slippery tongue, doing all he could to drive the notion of thought itself from Harry's head.
"Oh fuck," Harry said helplessly, jerking his hips again as Snape's left hand came up to fumble through his open trousers to grasp and massage his arse. He ought to slow down, he knew, not ride forward in this out-of-control way. But Snape didn't stop him, just bent to the task, mouth so wet and warm that Harry could have sung its praises all night long if he only kept letting the head of Harry's prick rub against the inside of his soft cheek.
Snape choked once or twice more, and Harry was unable to stop himself from tugging at Snape's hair as the sound sent a frisson through him. He meant it as a warning, he thought to himself with what was left of his brain, but that wasn't true; honestly, he just wanted to rein Snape's glorious mouth in and keep on fucking his face because oh fuck, yes, fuck!
He let out a guttural cry as he came, pelvis stiffening and then jerking through the spasms.
Snape had reached up at some point to fondle his balls, and now he palmed them carefully, his palm smooth and warm as Harry gulped in air. His other hand stroked Harry's arse, deliberate and steady.
Harry stared sightlessly at the ceiling, letting the table support his weight as he slowly massaged Snape's scalp. Snape rested his head against Harry's groin, catching his breath. At the back of his head, Harry wondered if he would be able to stay on his feet for even a moment longer feeling as boneless and as magnificent as he did right now.
"You might have warned --" Snape began to say.
Harry made an impatient sound and hauled him to his feet, yanking him close and kissing him deeply.
"Well," Snape sputtered when Harry moved to lip along his jaw and bite his earlobe.
"Do you want me to try it?" Harry whispered in his ear. "I could, if you -- or I could pull you off -- you want that? Anything you'd like. Anything." He reached for Snape, but Snape snatched and stilled his wrist before Harry could touch his cock.
"That won't be necessary," Snape said stiffly.
"Won't be --" Harry blinked, trying to process what that meant in his current languorous state. He twisted his hand, trying to wrangle it from Snape's grip, and got his fingers close enough to touch the damp spot on Snape's trousers. "Oh," he said in a surprised voice.
"Yes," Snape sneered.
Harry decided to disregard any further spiteful response that might follow and kissed Snape again, gentling the contact from their earlier intensity. He used his fingers to comb through Snape's hair as their lips brushed together, and Snape sighed against Harry's mouth.
When Harry pulled back a bit, Snape breathed harshly, lips parted, eyes shut. He looked gratifyingly rumpled, and even what someone might call vulnerable.
When Harry touched Snape's cheek with his fingertips in a hesitant caress, though, Snape's eyes snapped open.
"That seemed a success," Snape noted. His lips pressed together in a thin line, and he took a step back.
Mouth suddenly dry, Harry swallowed. "Yeah. Might have been." He moved aside, giving Snape plenty of space. "We should check, I suppose."
Snape scoffed, but the slight tremor as he fumbled his wand into his hands seemed to show he was just as affected by what had happened as Harry.
Both were silent as Snape made the now-familiar pattern with his wand.
Harry tried to watch for the small spark at the end of the configuration, but he could easily have missed it, he knew from their research. "Anything?" he asked. His voice sounded calm to him, though his heart was beating quickly.
Snape's stormy expression was answer enough, but he bit out, "No." His wand disappeared in the folds of his robes, and he turned away.
"Wait," Harry blurted.
Snape whipped around, casting him a venomous look. "Well?"
"You don't have to leave right away," Harry began, feeling a right idiot.
"You could stay a little --"
"To what purpose?"
"I don't know!" Harry realized he was standing there with his flies open and his limp cock hanging out. He groaned as he struggled to compose himself. "Listen, you always just rush off, but -- look, I have plenty for supper. Have you eaten anything? I could --"
"Don't be ridiculous and sentimental," Snape spat out. "You know as well as I this is in aid of a solution to our problem and nothing more. Despite what's happened, we're nothing to each other, Potter, and you know it."
"Fine! Pardon me for being polite! Get the hell out!" Having managed to stuff himself back in his trousers, Harry gave up on buttoning his shirt as a lost cause and flung himself into a chair.
"Gladly." Snape righted his clothing and swept out of the room with as much dignity as a man with a spreading come stain on his trousers might muster.
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