|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-11 16:30:00
|Entry tags:||aeowen, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day arielhime!
Title: Breaking it in
Author: aeowen, firstname.lastname@example.org
Warnings: Romance, PWP
Prompt/Summary: Is there a place for a new addition in the Snape-Potter household?
Author's Note: Beta'd by the wonderful tafkah! Written for the Snarry Smut Swap, and for Arielhime, who asked for something romantic and smutty. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is based on fictional characters that exist in a fictional world created by J.K. Rowling’s genius. JKR conceived of and owns the Harry Potter world and its denizens, and I have no intention of taking them away from her. I gain nothing monetary from this.
“Absolutely not. It won’t fit.”
“Of course it will!” Harry looked up at Severus’ imposing figure with pleading eyes. He wriggled his backside enticingly at his husband.
Severus Snape sighed and took his gloves off slowly. He crossed his arms and glared at the nervous store hand, who cowered and scuttled away to a back room, leaving him alone to argue with his husband.
“And the Quidditch trophy case?” Severus replied with a sneer.
“Uh, we’ll move that, too. It could go in…the bathroom.” He grinned.
Severus rolled his eyes and plopped down onto the couch next to his husband, something that Harry was sure he only did “because the store clerk was not there to see him leaning back on his elbows in such an undignified manner.”
Harry bounced up and down on the furniture, pushing his hips up suggestively. He leaned back with him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “I think it’ll look good. We need some updated furniture anyway.”
“Are you saying that my furniture is too old?” The older wizard quirked a single dark eyebrow.
“No. Of course not,” Harry replied smiling at his antics. “But I haven’t had the chance to add stuff to our house. Besides, it’s not like it’s pink or something.”
Severus smiled, knowing that he had silently agreed a while ago. Sparring just meant better sex later.
The store clerk managed to appear just at that moment and Severus sat up quickly, his elbow smashing into Harry’s side as he did. Harry winced and rubbed his side while glaring at Severus. Surprised, Severus reached out for him, but held back just short of hugging him, wary of the watching eyes of the shop keeper.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice clipped.
“Um, yeah.” Harry sent his husband a scowl and turned his attention to the clerk. “We’ll take it. In fact, we’ll take it today.”
“Oh, but of course Mr. Potter.” Severus raised a single eyebrow in disdain. “Snape, sir,” he finished, remembering at the last moment to add on the second surname.
They stood and waited while the shop keeper shrank and wrapped the couch. Strong arms wrapped around Harry from behind.
“I’m sorry,” Severus whispered. “I’ll make it up to you when we are home. I promise.”
Harry sighed and let his pout slip from his features. “Git. Not to mention my side hurts.”
“I’ve got a soothing balm that I’ll rub in for you,” Severus said temptingly, a smile playing on his lips.
The comforting warmth vanished as Severus pulled away. The shop keeper presented Harry with a small box, which he gave to Severus as it wouldn’t fit in his jeans pocket. They left quickly, the little man bowing and scraping as they exited and Apparated home.
Once back in their living room, Severus pulled the package from his voluminous robes. His husband watched as he unwrapped and un-shrank the couch. With a few changes in the furniture layout, the couch sat comfortably in front of the fire place.
Harry yawned and stretched, wincing as his side ached slightly. Severus stepped up to him and ran his fingertips over Harry’s cheek, neck, and collar bone and down to the bruised side. Harry shivered as Severus pushed his shirt up and bent down to gently kiss the area. Soft, warm lips moved over his tender skin and moved tantalizingly to Harry’s belly button.
Severus led Harry to the new couch and gently pushed him down to sit on it. “Stay there. I’ll get the healing balm.”
Harry pulled his shirt off and leaned back with his arm draped across the couch and one knee bent. Oh yes, he knew just how to seduce his husband.
When Severus returned, he raised a single eyebrow in response to Harry’s pose. He knelt in front of the couch and unstoppered the jar of opaque gel. He placed a hand on Harry’s abdomen and said lowly, “This will be cold.”
He scooped some onto his finger and pressed it to Harry’s pale skin. The younger wizard hissed. “Cold.”
“I did warn you.” Severus’ mouth quirked up in a small smile as he gently rubbed the gel into his skin. Beneath Severus’ talented fingers, the bruise disappeared. Harry practically purred as deft fingers began to massage his skin, moving enticingly up and down his sides.
Harry shifted on the couch. Only Severus knew how sensitive his sides were, or that merely caressing them made his cock harden painfully.
“Something wrong?” Severus asked, his tone a bit too innocent as he stopped his movements and rested his hand near Harry’s groin.
“Only that you stopped moving,” Harry whined. He arched his back, pushing his torso towards his husband.
“Needy little prat,” Severus muttered affectionately as he leaned down to capture a pink nipple between his teeth. Harry gasped and he pressed on Severus’ head, urging him on.
Severus pulled back. “Perhaps we should stop here, if you’re still hurt,” he said with a quirked eyebrow.
“No! No I’m fine, I swear. The only thing that hurts is here,” he said with a grin as he brought Severus’ hand to his erection in his jeans.
“Indeed,” Severus murmured before he pressed his lips to Harry’s. As their mouths opened for each other, he reached between their bodies and grasped Harry’s cock through the rough material. He loved the sounds that his young husband made and he endeavored to hear more as he opened Harry’s jeans and reached inside. Harry moaned into his mouth, and he felt Harry’s deft hands ripping his robes open, desperately seeking Severus’ warm skin. Severus hummed and rolled back, pulling Harry on top of him on the couch.
Harry straddled Severus’ hips and laid himself out over his husband’s body. “Maybe we should’ve gotten a couch with wider seats,” he murmured in his ear.
“Why? I rather like having you in such close quarters,” the older wizard replied with a smirk. He pulled Harry’s hips down and was rewarded with an indignant squeak.
Harry scooted down Severus’ torso so that he could pull the older man’s cock out of his voluminous robes. The robes parted, revealing Severus’ long pale chest and his hard cock. Smiling, Harry ran his hands over the exposed skin. With a soft growl, Severus pulled him down for a rough kiss. As their tongues danced, Severus grabbed blindly for his wand. He pulled Harry away by his hair long enough to mutter two spells. The first split Harry’s jeans down the middle of the back; the second was a quick lubrication spell.
With a groan, the younger wizard pushed back on Severus’ cock and impaled himself in one swift thrust. They both moaned. Harry looked down at his husband, taking in the look of painful pleasure on his face, his eyes closed, and his lips pulled back to reveal white teeth.
Severus grasped Harry’s hips, his blunt nails pressing into the slender hips. With a groan, he helped his young husband push himself up. When the tip of Severus’ cock was the only part in Harry’s body, they both paused, waiting. And then they let loose. With Severus’ help, Harry pushed himself up and down frantically. After hours of teasing while shopping, they were both close.
They panted and moaned. Severus pressed his fingertips into Harry’s smooth skin and pushed him down. With a grunt, Severus came and shot his seed deep within Harry’s body. Once he recovered, his long fingers wrapped lovingly around Harry’s cock and tugged. Harry screamed. Severus watched through half-closed eyes as Harry writhed over him as he expertly brought him to climax. Suddenly, Harry froze and shot his seed over Severus’ stomach and chest. He fell forward onto his husband’s chest, still shuddering through his orgasm.
They curled around each other on their new couch, Severus’ arms wrapped protectively around Harry’s body.
“I suppose that’s one way to break the couch in,” Severus muttered.
“Mmm,” Harry murmured. “Did you notice that the couch comes with a matching arm chair?” he asked with a grin.