COUNTESS ZERO (countesszero) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2009-12-14 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ficlet, member: carolinelamb, pairing: severus/harry, rating: nc-17 |
Harry, Actually by countesszero
Title: Harry, Actually
Author: countesszero
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1100
Warning(s): Spoilers for "Love, Actually". Sort of.
Summary: Severus and Harry talk about movies.
Disclaimer: Severus Snape, Harry Potter and all associated characters from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. The author is making no profit by this story.
"So, ... how did you like it?"
"Like what?" Severus struggled to keep his voice even.
"The movie. How did you like the movie we watched tonight?" Harry rolled his eyes. "God, you never listen ..."
"Can we do the bickering after the fucking?" panted Severus, when Harry delivered a particularly clever thrust. "All in good time."
"It's team work, Severus." Harry grinned and took hold of Severus bony hips. "I do the fucking, you do the bickering ... Uhm, usually."
"Why would you want to talk about a movie? In this very moment?" asked Severus. His eyes narrowed as he clenched tightly around Harry.
"Oh, ... not fair." breathed Harry.
"Life is not fair." Severus sneered down on Harry, and lifted himself up, then grabbed Harry's wrists and pinned them above his head. When Harry attempted to struggle free Severus simply sank down again.
Harry's eyes rolled back.
"Oh God. Don't do that." he said weakly. Then he screwed his eyes shut and whispered like a mantra: "Hagrid in pink underwear. Filch in pink underwear. Flitwick with pig tails and a mini skirt."
After a while his breathing slowed down and he was able to open his eyes again. "The guy in that movie reminded me of you. That's why I took you to see the film."
Severus, suddenly interested, stopped moving and let go of Harry's wrists. "Which ... guy?"
"Don't! Don't you dare! Keep moving!" demanded Harry, sweating. "I am so close ... please!"
Severus ignored him, but instead flicked Harry's nipples pensively.
"The one who got married?" he mused.
"No, not this one! That guy was black, by the way." Harry whined. "Now, move, god dammit."
"Then the one who was writing the book? Who fell in love with his Portuguese housekeeper?" Severus asked, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.
"What? No, ... not this one! ... I tell you when you start moving again."
Severus regarded Harry through heavy-lidded eyes. "And here I thought you are doing the fucking." He rose almost lazily, until Harry's cock almost popped out, then impaled himself again, keeping his disdainful sneer firmly in place. Harry bit his bottom lip and put his hands on Severus thighs, reveling in the heat.
"So?" Severus didn't interrupt his motion.
"So ...?" asked Harry, momentarily distracted.
"Who do I remind you of?" Severus got impatient, and punctuated his question with a well timed squeeze, that left Harry gasping.
"Actually ... ngh ... I was thinking of the guy who .. fuck ... was married but bought his ... secretary aaah ... a necklace for christmas." Harry had enough and gripping Severus hips started thrusting harder. "And it's the other way round. He reminds me of you."
"What?" Severus bristled. "This man ... must be over sixty! In wizard years he would be almost ninety. I am still forty."
"Forty-four, Severus."
"Shut up!" Severus snapped. "He is obese."
"Not everybody whose hip bones aren't sharp enough to slice a steak with them is obese." Harry smiled while thrusting. "I hope you're not reading Hermione's fashion magazines."
"My hip bones are perfect. And he was cheating on his wife." Severus stopped moving again.
"God, Severus, please ... stop torturing me!" Harry grabbed Severus' thighs. "Anyway, it's not the way he looks. He doesn't look anything like you. It's ... ah ... the ... voice."
Severus raised an eyebrow, a gesture that was questioning and disapproving at the same time.
"The voice?" he gave his best purr, and bent closer to Harry, whose breath hitched. "To me the man sounds merely ... constipated."
"People call this voice sexy ... dark ... mysterious." Harry grinned suddenly in his irritating impish way. "And his name is Harry in the movie. What's not to love about that?"
Severus gave an amused snort and started stroking his own erect cock. Harry's eyes were glued on Severus deliberately slow movements.
"He. Enunciates. Every. Word." Severus continued purring. "That turns you on? Being spoken to as if you are an idiot?"
"If you put it that way .... " Harry sighed, still hypnotized by Severus hands on his cock. He licked his lips unconsciously.
"So you think my voice is dark, mysterious and sexy?" Severus whispered. His head fell back and his hand sped up. Harry could feel him clenching rhythmically.
"I can ... ungh ... listen to your voice and get hard," he said. "I can come from your voice alone, Severus. Don't you know that?"
His rhythm, he noticed, became unsteady now, erratic and urgent. The pressure inside him, the delicious, tight heat increased until it became too much.
"I love your little groans, your commands, your moaning, ... the sounds you make before you come ... trying to ... oh God, just like that, Severus ... suppress them but I can hear them, feel them nonetheless, the way you ... oh fuck ... scream when you come."
"I. Don't. Scream. Potter." Severus whispered hoarsely, slowly coming undone himself. Harry looked at the red, dark nipples on the ivory chest and without thinking reached out and caressed them.
"Don't 'Potter' me," he whispered and then twisted his hips to thrust deeper into Severus.
"Fuck ... HARRY!" Severus screamed, and then Harry felt him clenching once more, but this time the spasm went through Severus entire body and though he had wanted to watch Severus helpless and lost in passion, and then coming down again, it was all too much. - Severus riding him, Severus around his cock, Severus' voice. He gripped him, his mind blank with lust, with desire ... ... oh fuckfuckfuck ... then hot, white semen hit him on his chest, his collar bone, even on his face. It was all he needed - he thrust once, twice, and with the final thrust he came with a triumphant, wild shout and for a moment the world slipped away, and he tumbled into sweet oblivion.
When Harry's mind finally floated back into the comfort of their bed room, Severus was watching him, black eyes glinting in the darkness.
"Do you remember this epic fantasy movie we were forced to watch with the Weasleys?"
Harry's post coital mind was slow to return to the present. He furrowed his brows, and only after minutes called out: "Ah, this one! Hermione liked that bloke with the blond wig and the bow."
Severus eyes had a malicious gleam in them now.
"You remind me of the little one with the hairy feet. The one who had the ring and ... Ooomph."
Harry whacked Severus with a pillow.