Variety is the Spice of Life (Severus/Sirius) Title: Variety is the Spice of Life Characters/Pairing: Sirius/Severus Word Count: 488 Rating: R Warnings: mentions of oral sex, wanking and frottage Challenge: Day 13 Author's Notes: Not beta-ed. For snapesgirl and her prompt: bottle On silent feet, Sirius pads into the loo and opens the cabinet looking over the bottles that Severus has placed here just for their use. They are all the same except for the labels, each one designating a special solution for when he's feeling adventurous.
And Sirius never knows what he'll find because Severus is always adding and removing bottles at his whim. A few he finds are repeats of something they both enjoyed. He pops the cork off one green bottle inhaling the sharp scent of cinnamon and recalls just the way it warmed his body as Severus rubbed it into sore muscles after a busy day at St. Mungo's.
He felt loose and limber that night cared for in the only way Severus knew how. Very little is ever said between them but often actions speak louder than words. And Severus constantly showed his this way.
Replacing the bottle, Sirius palms another; the cork allows a waft of crisp green apple to tease his senses. He grins as he recalled the sweetness on his tongue and how it changed ever so slightly when he slathered it over Severus' cock. The greenness of the fruit, tart and tangy on Severus' skin was a contrast in tastes and even outlasted the rush of come he'd swallowed down. He licks his lips in remembrance and is tempted to keep this bottle.
But, no. It's not for tonight, he thinks as he places that bottle back on the shelf. He notices a new bottle and picks it up. Severus said he'd know it when he found the right bottle for tonight and Sirius thinks he has. He cracks the seal and knows for certain it's the right one.
The scent is hardly noticeable and he tips a bit out on to his fingers, rubbing them together to get a feel of the potion. It's slick, slicker than anything else Severus has ever made for them and his smile widens. He knows his fingers will glide inside of Severus easily, opening and teasing him, until he's begging for more and Sirius will give that to him. Or maybe he'll watch as Severus does it for himself. He'll wait and watch those long fingers stroke Severus to the brink or perhaps they'll spread it between them and just rub off on one another, slow, gentle and steady.
His cock hardens in response to the fantasies he's created and this is it, he knows. This is their spice tonight, just a simple lube that gives nothing more than each other to one another.
"I've found it," he calls out and shakes his head when he receives the answer.
"About bloody time. Been waiting for you to come and bugger me senseless for just about forever."
Sirius chuckles and slides the top back on the bottle. He slips it into his pocket and leaves the loo. "With this, I probably can do just that."