|whitecotton (whitecotton) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2009-11-05 20:39:00
|Entry tags:||ficlet, member: whitecotton, pairing: severus/other(s), rating: nc-17|
A Dinner for Seduction by WhiteCotton
Title: A Dinner for Seduction
Word Count: 2k+
Summary: Severus holds a dinner party, where the guests’ experience is revealed.
A/N: Written for lemondropseven on her birthday. Have a good one, darling. Thanks to atypicalsnowman for the beta.
I do not own or make any money from the characters or situations belonging, in all rights, to JK Rowling. (No shit, Sherlock.)
A Dinner for Seduction
Once he had seen his guests’ glasses filled with brandy, Severus dismissed his house-elf and sat back into the cushions of the sofa, patting the arm with satisfaction. It had taken quite some care to arrange this particular gathering and he congratulated himself that everything was proceeding just as it should. Everyone appeared at ease, with replete after-dinner smiles on their faces and tinges of colour high on their cheeks from a carefully selected wine list.
All he need do now was ensure the conversational tone and his dinner party should end in a successful—
“So, Severus,” Kingsley said, stretching his legs out before the hearth, “what are you doing with yourself now that nasty Dark Lord business is out of the way? Enjoying new experiences?”
Severus nodded. “My new project is to assess the upper brain function of crups. Dissected, they seem—”
“Yes yes,” Lucius interrupted, with a wave of his glass. “What he meant was for you to tell us what you have been doing with yourself, how you are now enjoying life out of the manacles of Dumbledore and Volte ... Folde – gosh, my memory! – anyway, now you are free, what are you doing?”
“I have my work,” Severus offered with emphasis. “That leaves little time for experiment elsewhere, I assure you.”
Harry scoffed. “Well, for my part I am definitely enjoying having the chance to experiment. I intend to experience all that life has to offer ... I mean, the stuff that doesn’t come with a Cruciatus attached.” He shuffled a bit in his seat on the opposite sofa, and then laughed, winking at Kingsley.
Raising his glass in salute, Kingsley acknowledged the inference with a chuckle. “And you certainly do enjoy yourself, Harry. Several times.”
From beside Severus and beneath the ensuing twin snorts of laughter, Lucius grunted his displeasure. Not that he disapproved of Harry and Kingsley’s innuendo, Severus knew, but because he disapproved of not being the centre of attention. Hopefully that would work in Severus’ favour in turning the conversation.
It did. After a fashion.
“Yes, of course you must have sampled the delights of a personal life yourself, Severus, now that you are free of duty,” Lucius said loudly enough to drown the cacophony of winks, bouncing eyebrows and leering looks. “Romance, perhaps.”
His face flushing, Severus uncrossed and then re-crossed his legs, the very image of discomfort. “I see no need to adjust my life from what I have become accustomed to,” he answered finally, after all three guests had focussed interested gazes his way.
“But surely you do have a personal life?”
Severus stared at Kingsley, wondering how he should answer him. It needed care, certainly.
“One does not miss what one’s never had.”
The interested gazes grew even more interested, in that narrow-eyed manner that spoke of intense speculation.
“Yes, but there are some things one naturally experiences whether in the formal setting of ‘personal’ or not,” Lucius said, heavy on the patronage.
Severus upped the ante with a sneer. “Such as?”
“Well, sex, of course,” Harry blurted. He glanced at Kingsley, his eyes alive and sparkling, then at Lucius, on whom they darkened with fascination, before returning to Severus. “That counts as personal even if you don’t do it in a relationship.”
Into the silence, Severus said, “I repeat, what I have never known I cannot miss,” he lied, and raised his eyebrows to meet each of their blank looks head-on, and with all the appearance of nonchalance he could muster.
One by one, the blank looks morphed into ones of disbelief. Harry was the first to recover, but that turned out to be because he wasn’t sure he’d really understood.
“You mean you’re a virgin?” he asked, drawing out the last word into four syllables.
Deciding that a fleck of lint on his new dress robes was more worthy of his attention, Severus didn’t lift his eyes from his lap. “It is of no matter, I assure you.”
When the silence stretched beyond what was bearable, Severus risked a glance around the room to assess how this oblique confirmation had been received.
Lucius was making a hasty attempt to hide his inelegantly open mouth, trying to turn it into a smile. It failed, coming across as manic pity instead of reassuring. Kingsley, on the other hand, was doing nothing to hide a purely predatory gaze that slowly ravaged Severus’ body, ending with a more definite consideration of Severus’ lap. And Severus didn’t think it was the lint that had caught his attention.
Trying to stem the warmth heading southwards, his wits following in a tailspin, Severus quickly turned to Harry. His mouth was, like Lucius’, hanging open; but unlike Lucius’, nothing but drool and hunger had pooled there.
Needing to resume control, Severus tried for some levity, which, it proved, was not his forte.
“Really, gentlemen, anyone would think I was missing out on something special.” He scoffed to underline the scepticism.
Harry merely shook his head, dully, while Lucius and Kingsley shared a speaking glance. It must have been fluent, as their expressions sped from pity, to question, through solution, and ended in complicit in a matter of seconds; Harry was still fixed on Severus, his mind obviously devoid and on a par with a crup.
That thought ended abruptly when the space between he and Lucius disappeared and he felt a hand stroking his shoulder. He had just processed the caress of fingers when Kingsley stood up, elbowing Harry into a startled launch from his seat. The two of them crept closer, Kingsley narrating each step.
“Oh Severus,” it went, his voice deepening perceptably. “You have no idea ... No idea of the passionate delights shared between two – four people ... Let us show you.”
Pressing deeper into the cushions, Severus knew he looked ill at ease and cornered, his face betraying a nervous misunderstanding. “What? Surely you cannot think that I want ...” He trailed off, forgetting what should have followed to make it a question when Lucius’ hand dropped from his shoulder to play with his nipple. “Ungh!” he answered.
“Why, yes; we think you do want, Severus,” Lucius purred, circling a finger with excruciating tenderness. “And we are the ones to give it to you. Consider it a long overdue gift.”
“Give him what?” Harry asked, although his eyes said he hoped that the want in question matched the want he hoped Severus wanted. Regardless, he seemed willing to play it by ear and so followed Kingsley into a crouch in front of Severus.
Thus, with Lucius still playing with his nipples, adding a soft breath against Severus’ neck now and again, Kingsley stroking a hand up Severus’ thigh, and Harry – Merlin! The boy improvised well – rubbing his cock against Severus’ leg, Severus was trapped. His cock had leapt to attention with Kingsley’s cat-like sashay across the room, and was now seriously testing his trouser stitching.
Again, he tried to take control of the situation, feeling that he ought to do that, at least.
“Please, what are you doing?”
“We, my dear Severus, are going to waken your body with touches, kiss away your impressions, and drown you in sensation.” If Lucius leant any closer, he would be as tailored a fit as Severus’ robes. “We are going to lick you, Severus ... fuck you ... and drink you until you are blissful, spent, and exhausted with pleasure ...”
Well, it all sounded perfectly wonderful. It was just a matter of—
“And I want you to fuck me.”
With his brain stuck like a needle in a scratched record, constant repetitions of ‘fuck me’ playing over and over again, it was surely forgivable that it took a while for Severus to notice his trousers were no longer straining. Dropping his eyes from Lucius’ devouring ones, where Kingsley was flicking open the buttons with casual grace, Severus gulped.
He did more than that when Lucius nodded for Harry to reach into the gap and he felt a hot hand wrap around his cock and squeeze; he actually whimpered.
“What do I ... I don’t know what ...”
Lucius, who was busily shedding both his and Kingsley’s clothes, paused a moment and then smiled compassionately at Severus. “Don’t worry about what you have to do; just allow us to please you – show you how good sex is.”
“You just sit back and enjoy yourself,” Kingsley added, thrusting his cock towards Severus to illustrate the coming events.
Severus thought Harry was going to nod his agreement, but instead his head kept going down until suddenly Severus’ cock was enveloped in wet warmth. Then Harry nodded. Going up and down slowly, taking every breath from Severus en route, leaving him panting and dizzy. Seeing his cock disappearing into Harry’s sweet mouth, hearing a quartet of moans and groans, and Severus could do no more than melt.
It was so good, so sublime a feeling, that he acquiesced without murmur when Kingsley somehow removed all of Severus’ clothing. The move was so practiced, so smooth, that Severus only once stabbed Harry in the back of the throat ... well, twice; but the second time was because he had liked it so much the first. With all of them naked except one, Kingsley levered Harry off Severus’ cock by his ears and set to making it all four of them. While he was doing that, Lucius pulled Severus to him until he was straddling his lap, his thighs tucked tight around Lucius’ hips.
The suddenness of feeling the steel and silk of their cocks pressing together was almost too much for Severus and he arched back with a throaty groan and his body a trembling mass of nerves. Impossibly, his cock grew harder, almost painfully so as shivers of pleasure speared down and into his balls. He grabbed onto Lucius’ shoulders, gripping firmly in fear of crumpling. Then Lucius rocked his hips and instead of falling, Severus floated on a skein of desire, connecting them point-to-point, cock-to-cock.
This was more exquisite than Severus had dreamed it could be, more than he had dared hope.
“That’s it, Severus. Let go. Enjoy this – enjoy us.”
It didn’t matter which of them had said it; all he could feel and sense was Lucius’ cock sliding against his, Kingsley nibbling his neck and thrusting his groin into Severus’ hip, and Harry’s wet finger pushing, knuckle by knuckle, into his arse. It didn’t matter who’s was the thick cock that replaced the fingers, or who was hushing, soothing him, until the burn subsided and the pleasurable glow flared into thrilling sparks. It didn’t matter at all, as Severus was too focussed on relishing every little quality of all three of them together, and he relaxed into it, enjoying the experience of being free.
Sinking into a haze of want, of fulfilment and need, he let everything happen, just as though he were a doll, to be used for his pleasure. He let Kingsley rearrange him, let his hips fall into the gap of Lucius’ spread thighs, and only concentrated when told to push. That needed his attention.
As he was fucked hard from behind, the thrusts forcing his cock deep into Lucius’ tight, glorious arse, Severus spared a thought that, yes, this week’s dinner party was most certainly a success. A successful seduction, that is. Just like last week, when he’d had Remus, Bill and Draco round for dinner. And the week before that, with Charlie and Blaise.
Then a cock nudged at his lips and he released all pointless thinking in favour of sucking deep of the heady, musky scent of whoever’s cock it was.