bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2009-12-05 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: r |
Happy B-Day to Me by BertaS
Title: Happy B-Day to Me
Author: BertaS
Pairing: Severus / Harry
Rating: R
Word Count: 960
Warnings: Slash – Bondage – Voyeurism
Summary: Harry and Severus celebrate a Birthday or two.
A/N: I do not own any anything you may recognize. This was written for Darling Girl and my Birthdays.
Happy B-Day to Me
Harry laughed as he unexpectedly pinned Severus to their bed.
Harry had asked him to sign another birthday card but hadn’t said what kind of play they should indulge in to honor the young lady. Severus liked that he usually received a present for each card he signed.
Harry hissed, which never failed to send shivers down Severus’ spine. When something long, thin and cool slithered across his body Severus nearly jumped out of his skin. He didn’t relax until he realized that it was not snakes but four long, green-silk ribbons.
The ribbons settled around his wrists and ankles before pulling him spread-eagle on the bed and fastened themselves to the bed posts.
Severus struggled briefly before simply glaring at the younger man.
Harry chuckled again as he stood to reposition the muggle recording devise that Severus had not noticed before.
“Potter,” Severus growled, “You have got to be joking.”
Harry just smirked.
Severus jerked on the restraints. “That Darling Girl you sent that sweet little card does not want to see this.” He was practically shouting.
Harry moved back to sit on the edge of the bed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. But, I’m pretty sure BertaS wants to.” He stroked Severus’ chest. “You know how she gets and tomorrow is her birthday.”
Rolling his eyes, Severus let out a deep sigh and said, “Very well. You may proceed.”
Harry grinned as he tweaked a nipple and leaned over to press his lips to Severus’. Kissing him softly at first then with more intensity, demanding Severus surrender to his will.
Severus made a noise that was not quite a whimper in the back of his throat as he gave all control to Harry. Harry’s hand continued to move over the pale skin toughing gently for the most part. Lightly tweaking nipples and letting his nails graze softly along ribs and up the inside of Severus’ spread thighs.
Severus was groaning softly and writhing by the time Harry’s lips moved to kiss, lick and nibble his was down Severus’ neck to gently suck on his Adams-apple.
Severus moaned and arched, straining against his restraints as Harry’s hand moved to cup his balls before sliding further back to find the places that gave Severus the most pleasure.
“Harry,” Severus whispered, “please?” He was breathing hard and his hips jerked as though he had no control of them at all.
Harry could feel the man’s arse twitching as it opened to his touch. Even without oil he could have slipped one finger inside. But he would never risk injuring his Severus and moved away from the bound man long enough to retrieve the special oil that Severus made for them from the bed side cabinet.
Resuming his seat beside Severus, Harry slid his hand up the man’s long well muscled thigh. He bent down and placed a kiss on the prominent hip bone. Sucking briefly he made sure that when he sat back up he would leave behind a small mark.
He looked up at Severus who was biting his lip to remain mostly silent even though he was unable to keep still. Harry smiled as Severus’ hips twitched again. He flipped the top back on the vial of oil and gently poured a generous amount into the crease between Severus’ thigh and groin. Catching it as it trickled down he spread it where he wanted it.
Severus wriggled as a small whimpering sound escaped his now tightly held lips.
Harry had to fight not to laugh since he knew how the oil running down that area felt and how ticklish Severus really was.
When he finally pushed his finger through the ring of muscles Severs groaned loudly. Harry took his time preparing the older man. He only withdrew his hand when Severus completely abandoned his attempts to remain silent and his balls had started to draw up.
Severus cried out, “No… Harry?” He glanced at the camera before looking back at the younger man. He whispered, “Don’t make me beg Harry.”
Smiling softly Harry encouraged Severus to bend his knees.
Severus was surprised to find he was able to comply. He had not heard Harry’s hissed command to the ribbons to let him go. Once he his knees were almost against his chest he could feel the ends of the ribbons dangling against his backside and hips where they had released not him, but the bed posts.
Severus groaned blissfully as Harry finally sank into him. As Harry paused for him to adjust Severus again glanced at the camera and whispered, “She will not be… sharing… this with anyone else, will she?”
Harry shrugged slightly as he started to move and said, “I don’t think so.” He grinned as he too glanced at the camera before focusing all his attention on Severus. “It’s not recording, it’s a live feed.”
BertaS looked around the lounge at those sharing the naughty sofa with her. White Cotton had one eyebrow raised slightly and snow was sniggering into her scarf. Turning the other way she saw Torina in the not so naughty chair was beet read and only peeking through her fingers at the large screen.
BertaS then looked over her shoulder and the back of the sofa at the more than four-hundred members of the Severus *sighs* group in their temporary theater style seating and whispered, “Oops.”
Happy birthday to Darling Girl and to me.
BertaS