unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2005-12-29 08:52:00 |
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Original poster: occasusvenustas
Title:: Frightened
Pairing:: Severus/Harry
Summary:: Harry is only frightened of what Severus can do to him.
Rating:: R/NC-17 (p0rny so it's custom locked)
A/N:: It's based off of the whole Demetor thingy from PoA film. So not canon, but is anything I write canon? X-posted to occasusvenustas, snape_potter and pornicators. I think I thought of doing a Snarry after last night when the boyfriend and I were playing a word game. He typed in Snape and the computer declared Snape wasn't a word. He replied with, "What do you mean it's not a word?!" This coming from my anti-Harry Potter anti-Slash boyfriend.
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“Shut up Malfoy!”
“Oooh hoo hoo!”
“Dementor! Dementor!”
A soft snort interrupted the memory. Harry rolled his eyes to the left and saw Severus with his lips pursed, his black eyes glittering in amusement.
“Oh yes, it’s utterly hilarious,” Harry snarled as he pushed the pensive away.
“Well it is rather ridiculous for you to have gotten startled by that,” Severus said with a shrug. “Honestly Potter, you’d already faced a lot worse.”
Harry crossed his arms. “I wasn’t startled by it.”
“Oh really?” Severus challenged.
“Yes really.” Harry turned away and began to muck about with the pensive again.
A long moment passed and then suddenly Harry felt a very cool bit of air breeze past his neck. His hair stood on end a bit. He turned his head slowly to face Snape and his eyes fell on a dark hooded figure. His insides went cold and he jumped out of his chair.
Then his face went hot as he heard the laughter from behind the hood. Severus’ white hand crept from beneath the cloak and pulled the hood away. “Not startled at all?” he asked.
Harry clenched his jaw, attempted to say several rather rude things before turning on his heel and storming out of the room. He made it to their bedroom and let his anger be known by slamming the bedroom door so hard it shook the walls. Harry collapsed face first onto their shared bed and felt his face burn with embarrassment.
It seemed like hours passed before he heard the door open and Severus’ soft footfalls on the carpet. Harry was determined to be stubborn and he refused to turn his head. Severus’ weight fell on the bed and his warm hand pressed to Harry’s lower back.
“Now you’re not speaking to me?” he asked.
Harry gave a small grunt but said nothing.
“I see,” Severus said. He paused a moment and then just as Harry thought he was going to leave, Severus brought his face close to Harry’s ear and whispered, “Dementor, Dementor.” The hot breath caused Harry’s skin to break out into gooseflesh and he gave a small groan. He wanted to be angry but Severus made that so impossible.
“Are you frightened now?” Severus whispered, keeping his voice low and breathy.
Harry groaned again and gave a sharp shake of his head. “I was never frightened of you,” Harry declared, his voice muffled by the duvet.
“Oh?” Severus asked and drew the tips of his long fingers down the exposed flesh of Harry’s neck. “Never?”
“Never,” Harry said, shivering at the touch.
“I see,” Severus said and leant down, pressing soft kisses to Harry’s neck and shoulders.
Harry arched up into the touch, his face finally feeling the cool, open air. “Though what your touch does to me is a little frightening.”
Severus smirked a bit as he pushed Harry onto his back and bent down to devour the younger man’s mouth. Harry responded to the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping his arms round Severus’ neck and plunging his tongue into the older man’s mouth.
Severus’ talented hands made their way down Harry’s body, stopping just at the waist band of his pants. He let his fingers linger on the sensitive flesh until Harry gave a moan, begging for more. Severus smirked against Harry’s mouth and painfully slowly removed the man’s pants.
Harry bucked his hips slightly as Severus crawled atop his lover and lifted his own robes, revealing nothing but a throbbing prick. Harry managed to grab the lube from the nightstand and before long Severus was utterly inside his lover, pumping and thrusting with a fierce rhythm that Harry couldn’t get enough of.
Their sweaty faces pressed against each other as their hands clawed at the bare flesh. Harry’s prick was rock hard and dripping with pre-come. Severus looked down at it and carefully wrapped his slender fingers round the organ. Pumping it in time with his thrusts, Harry could only hold on for a bare moment. He came with a small cry and fell back against the pillows.
Seeing his lover orgasm along with Harry’s arse muscles clenching round him, Severus, too, could only last moments. With a hard thrust and a breathy moan, Severus spilt inside his lover. His elbows shook a little, giving out and he collapsed atop the pillows next to Harry’s sweaty face.
They were silent for quite some time until Severus said very quietly, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Harry smiled a little and gave a shrug. “It’s almost worth it for the way you apologise.”