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Repost: Proof of Life
Original poster: snapesdarkling
In answer to stellahobbit's request for more barracks style fics. This is a short one I wrote a while back.
Snape and Potter belong to JKRowling.
The door opened. Closed. Soft clicks of promise in the warm night air, then the boy's slim outline silently approaching him in the darkening twilight.
"Hi."
"Mmm."
"I just got back."
"Evidently."
His touch is soft and sure; fingertips ranging, seemingly aimless along a calf, grazing an inner thigh, whispering over wiry hair and gliding along velvet shaft.
"I missed this."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
Lifting, rolling, gentling, soft fuzz tickling then crinkling and holding firm. Snape knows the boy's mouth is body temperature, so wonders why it feels like fire on his engorged flesh; why the heat enflames every part of him.
Soft hair, unkempt and wild, silking through his fingers; Snape's hand like a hitchhiker on the boy's head, the to and fro journey taking less and less time until the boy stops, lays cool body length hungry skin on skin and penetrates mouth on mouth like a starving man.
"I missed you," he says after a time. It is a question.
Snape rolls him; so easy and willing; a lover; cherished, wanted. Loved. Just one easy thrust and he is inside; slim, strong legs binding him; arms urging more, more. Their coupling is silent, smooth, their movement gentle; rocking like a boat in summer seas, breath like the breeze at sunset. The boy comes with Snape, sighing his love as it spreads between them, his body open, eager for Snape's slick warmth.
This is the moment. Melding, softening, all barriers down they lay, arms and legs entwined; the glow of their bodies and the beating of their hearts proof of life and vitality amidst misery and death.
It is an answer.