lotrwariorgodss (lotrwariorgodss) wrote in bbtp_challenge, @ 2009-09-01 22:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009 fic, 2009 harry potter |
Harry Potter (Snape/Harry) Peaches II: In the Flesh
Title: Peaches II: In the Flesh
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter/ Snape/Harry
Warnings: * foodsmut, rimming, oral, anal, brief spanking, unconventional peach usage *
Summary: Harry learned something about Severus’s obsessions he won’t soon forget – especially not during peach season.
Word Count: ~2700
Notes: This is a sequel to Peaches. It’s helpful to read that (also a PWP) first, but not necessary – what you really need to know is Severus is seriously crazy for peaches. Also Harry is over 18.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable isn't mine, it belongs to J.K.R. and WB and whoever else has a legal claim.
Severus Snape was having a very bad day.
It was his least favorite day of the month – the day he had to drag himself to the blasted apothecary that sold his potions to collect his revenue. Even the sweet sound of galleons jangling together in his pocket could never overpower the aggravation he consistently felt when dealing with the employees at the shop. Today, the wench that he worked for had marked down the prices of some of his most expensive brews and had taken the loss in revenue out of his profit cut. Their resulting argument had left him fuming and her in tears, sniveling with one breath and making threats of violence from her brute of a husband with the other.
When he had left the shop, some urchin on a training broom had nearly sideswiped him and had forced him to stumble into a murky puddle, then raced away before Severus could enact retribution. Down the street, his favorite bookshop had sported a sign on its door that read “Gone on holiday – back in September” and the café that Harry had finally convinced him had a decent cup of black coffee was flooded with loudly chattering obnoxious adolescents, and he was forced to storm out without his coffee.
Harry was a different matter all together. The two of them had spent the week of his birthday traveling, and Harry had been miserably ill (and entirely unarousable) since. He was only just getting over it, and had attempted to make up for his lack of…playfulness by initiating a heavy snogging session in bed yesterday morning, but one hearty sneeze in Severus’s face had put the brakes on any further intimacies. That excess frustration had added an edge to every infuriating encounter Severus had had since then.
With Harry laid up in bed, their cupboards were bare, so Severus had eaten a questionable heel slice of bread for breakfast and cursed the lack of tea. Once he had been through his misfortunes at the apothecary and Diagon Alley, he headed to the market to ensure they wouldn’t starve. There he was accosted by an elderly woman trying to sell him a grotesque fragrance “for his sweetie”. He had only just managed to reign in his urge to be violent with her. And to top it all off the fucking market was out of peaches. Out of peaches! At the beginning of bloody August! Today was clearly the day the universe had chosen for him to be punished for all his past sins.
Severus stalked up the steps of their little house, throwing open the door with a slam. No peaches. And on a day like today. He muttered a sharp expletive under his breath and slammed the door closed. He was about to head straight down to his lab to shatter old glass vials when a delicious smell coming from the kitchen caught his attention.
If Severus’s potions lab was his domain, then the kitchen was most certainly Harry’s. Despite being forced to cook for his damnable relatives, Harry had always said that cooking and baking calmed him. As long as you followed directions nothing unexpected happened, and even if it did it could always be cleaned up. When his young lover had confessed this, given how contrary his explanation was to the way both their lives had unfolded, Severus had felt such a shock of pity that he had given him free reign over the kitchen, and had been quite happy with the results; he hardly ever had to cook, and Harry was busy enough not to bother him while he was brewing. Mostly.
Severus needed someone to rant at, and possibly fuck the life out of, sick or not, so he stormed towards the kitchen in search of Harry. The sweet smell became stronger the closer he got, and he caught a hint of the intoxicating smell he had so missed at the market. Peaches. Severus hurried his steps. He threw open the kitchen door for one more satisfying slam, but immediately halted his stride.
Harry was apparently feeling much better. He was standing at the counter, the tidy bow of an apron at the small of his back, thin sleep trousers covering everything below that, his back, shoulders, and arms deliciously bare. But even with all that flesh on display, Severus’s eyes were captivated by a different, new, mouth-watering addition to their kitchen.
His voice was hoarse and strained as he spoke. “You. You bought all the peaches at the market.”
Harry whirled around brandishing a small paring knife in one hand and a half-skinned peach in the other. His face lit up with happy surprise. “Severus! You’re home!” All around him were bowls of skinned and chopped peaches, pits lay scattered next to them, and a small flour-bomb appeared to have gone off on their table. Dishes of every size, type, and description were set up across the counter, some full, some empty, some oozing, some flour-coated. In the corner he saw three dishes carefully placed away from the rest, what looked like two glass pie dishes and a casserole dish. Merlin, the smell was heavenly. Vaguely, he heard Harry start to speak again.
“I was sick of lying in bed, and I feel back to normal, so I thought I’d do some baking.” Harry grinned. “I know you…like peaches, so I went to the market and bought them out. I made a peach pie, a peach and cream tart, a peach crisp with clove and almonds, and there’s a cobbler in the oven. Now I’m working on a peach upside-down cake for Molly.”
Severus could still do nothing but nod. He felt saliva starting to pool in the dark corners of his mouth, the tangy, luscious smell of the ripe peaches sending shockwaves to his brain with each breath. The air around him, already warmed by the heat from the oven, was growing hotter by the second, inciting the flush under his skin to spread and intensify. He could see the stickiness of Harry’s hands from across the room, no doubt stained by ambrosial peach juices.
Mesmerized, he watched as those hands came together, as the knife sliced into the soft orange flesh of the fruit and separated one glorious chunk from the rest. Severus’s eyes followed that chunk up, up, up until it was positioned just to the side of Harry’s mouth. He flicked his gaze up to meet Harry’s. The little bastard was smirking at him. Smirking. Under other circumstances Severus might have marveled at how like a Slytherin he looked, but right now there was a peach involved, and this was serious.
Harry’s eyebrows rose in question and he tilted the piece of peach toward Severus. “Want a bite?”
Before Severus could respond, Harry opened his mouth and placed the peach between his lips. He sucked gently before sliding his tongue beneath the peach and pulling both back into his mouth. His eyes never left Severus’s, and they smoldered as his lips closed over the fruit.
Severus pounced.
Harry barely had time to drop the knife and the rest of the peach on the counter before Severus was on him. Severus’s hands grabbed at Harry’s cheeks, pulling his face close and attacking his mouth. His tongue reached inside and tangled with Harry’s, curling around the peach and pulling it back into his own mouth. Severus groaned helplessly as he crushed the fruit on the roof of his mouth, its soft flesh submitting to the press of his tongue and spilling its juices eagerly. A shudder ran the length of his back and he thrust his thigh between Harry’s in a desperate attempt to provide stimulation to his aching cock.
Harry whimpered under his lips and clutched at his shoulders. Severus felt the rock of hips against his own and squeezed the last of the juice from the peach in his mouth before moving it to the back of his throat and swallowing. He pulled his lips away from Harry’s, taking a moment to appreciate the bewildered look on his lover’s face before leaning back in for quick licks across Harry’s lips.
Pressing Harry harder against the counter, Severus took one of Harry’s wrists in his firm grip and ran his tongue down the length of the palm. The stickiness of juice that he had seen earlier tasted so fucking good now that it was on his tongue. Again and again he ran his tongue and lips over Harry’s fingers and palm, scouting every crevice, no inch left unmolested. When one hand was clean he switched to the other, Harry’s hips still rocking against his own slowly and steadily.
When he had sucked and licked the last of the perfect juice from Harry’s hands, he looked up to see his lover panting, eyes glazed with pleasure. Severus smirked and took his mouth in another possessive kiss, seeking the last vestiges of peach flavor among Harry’s own sweet taste. When he was certain he had the last of it, he grabbed the front of Harry’s apron in his fist and yanked him away from the counter. In one swift move, Harry was on his front, face and chest pressed against the top of the flour-covered table. Another move and his sleep trousers were in a heap on the other side of the kitchen.
Severus grabbed one of the bowls full of peaches from the counter and placed it next to Harry’s head. Unable to resist, he laid his still-clothed body flush with Harry’s on the table, thrusting his hips ever so slightly forward for a teasing sample of what was to come. He rested his lips against Harry’s ear and said, “Don’t move,” as he reached for the bowl. Severus pulled away from Harry’s back, several dripping slices of peach clenched in his fist. Starting at Harry’s neck, he squeezed the peaches until several small rivers of juice decorated Harry’s back. The fruit had been charmed to stay cold, and Harry’s back arched under the cool liquid.
Severus raised his other hand and planted a firm smack on Harry’s backside, relishing the surprised yelp that followed it. “I told you not to move,” he growled, adding one more handprint to his buttocks for good measure. Harry could always use a good spanking. Still, Severus soothed the sting with his lips on the back of Harry’s neck. He followed a trail of juice with lips and tongue, his fingers digging into the soft flesh at Harry’s sides. Severus did the same with each trail, Harry’s whimpers and groans like music to his ears. All the trails stopped at the small of his back, the juice soaking in to the cloth of the apron ties. Severus untied the apron and discarded the juiced peaches. He reached in the bowl and grabbed another handful, this time placing the fruit on Harry’s back and dropping to his knees.
“Remain still, or I will not permit you to come, Harry.” His voice was low and harsh, the voice he used during detentions, and though Harry gasped once in shock, he did not break his position. Severus pressed his palm flat down on the peach slices collected on Harry’s back and watched hungrily as juice ran down over his sides, the smooth skin of his arse, some disappearing from sight as it ran down between his cheeks. He licked his lips once before setting tongue and teeth to flesh. He spread Harry cheeks apart and laved lavish attention there, feeling Harry’s hole twitch deliciously under the insistent press of his tongue.
Keeping his mouth working steadily, Severus reached up and plucked one of the firmer peach slices from Harry’s back. He pulled his mouth away and rubbed the cold fruit over the heated place his mouth had been. A choked sob from atop the table spurred him on. Severus took the peach between his teeth and slowly pushed it further and further into Harry until his teeth were resting against the rim of his hole. He released the hold he had with his teeth and began to suck, pulling the slice back into his mouth and making Harry scream with pleasure.
Severus knew he could keep this up for another hour at least, but he didn’t think either Harry or his cock would be pleased with that, so he swallowed the peach and licked one last time around Harry’s arse. He stood and stripped quickly, wincing at the ache in his knees. Damn, he was getting too old for this. Well, he thought as his cock gave a powerful jerk at the sight of Harry spread out for him, perhaps not.
“You did very well, Harry; I want you to move onto your back for me now.”
Using his shaky arms, Harry pushed himself up off the table and turned, the used peaches falling at his feet, facing Severus for only a moment before he lay back down. He was covered in flour, and though Severus only had rare occasions to find things “adorable”, he had to admit that that sight came close. Severus leaned in for a kiss, loosening the tie at Harry’s neck and tossing the apron to the ground. He wanted to see all of his lover, the splotchy heat rash between his nipples from the rush of arousal, his taut stomach and straining muscles, and most of all the sweet cock full and hard because of him and only him.
And he saw all of it. He saw even more when Harry spread his legs so that each knee touched a corner of the table. Having lost his glasses somewhere along the way, his green eyes were wide and expressive, practically begging Severus to have his way with him any way he liked. And like a good lover, Severus would oblige him.
Harry was slick and loose enough from Severus’s earlier attentions to his arse, so Severus took his cock in hand and placed it at Harry’s entrance. He pushed in only enough to move his hand away and up Harry’s chest to rub at his nipples, teasing until they hardened and he was whimpering with every touch.
“No!” Harry gasped when he felt Severus reach for his cock. “I’ll come. Just fuck me,” he panted, his eyes closing as his head fell back against the table. “Fuck me,” he whispered again.
Severus pushed the rest of the way in on one thrust and took his own pleasure from Harry’s satisfied groan. He started slow, his hands gently stroking the skin over Harry’s hips, grinding a little on every full thrust in to make it last. As Harry’s cries grew louder and Severus’s own arousal rose to a fever-pitch, he gripped Harry’s hips like a vice and started pounding into him.
“More! Harder!” Harry screamed as they began to lose themselves in each other.
The table shook with the force of Severus’s thrusts. On a particularly vicious push in, Harry cried out and threw his hands up by his head, knocking the bowl of peaches to the floor. Severus leaned down closer to Harry, burying his face in Harry’s neck and pressing his belly against Harry’s straining cock. One more thrust and he felt the rhythmic convulsions of both the hot walls surrounding him and the cock beneath his belly that announced Harry’s orgasm almost as surely as the sobbing scream that he let loose. Severus was almost there. His fingers tightened, he thrust, threw his head back, thrust, let out a cry of his own, and on the third thrust he was pouring himself into Harry’s tightness with an almost violent burst of pleasure.
Severus had had powerful orgasms in the past, but he could honestly say his ears had never rang with bliss like they were doing now. As he leaned in to Harry’s demand for a kiss, he caught another scent around them besides sex and peaches and pie, and he pulled away with a frown. That ringing did sound an awful lot like an alarm.
“Is something burning?”
Harry’s dazed, shagged-out look lasted for all of two seconds before his eyes widened. “Fuck!” Harry cried. “The cobbler!”