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fic, pairing: sirius/severus, rating: nc-17, warning: au, warning: fingering, warning: sex, warning: slash

Fic: Nursemaid (Sirius/Severus NC-17)
Title: Nursemaid
Author: unbroken_halo
Pairing: Sirius/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,967
Summary: Sirius needs something from Severus.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company belong to JKR Rowling. This piece of fiction was written for entertainment purposes only and makes no monetary gain for the author.
Highlight for Warnings: *Established relationship, Dominance/Submission, Top Drop, mentions of genital shaving, prostate manipulation, adolescentism, oral sex, 69, wanking, cock warming aftercare *
AN: Follow up to Playing Healer, but I think it could stand alone. Not beta'd and spawned from a discussion on akatnamedeaster's journal about there not being enough aftercare in fic. I want that art now, darling. *g*

Nursemaid
For someone so lithe, Severus put off an amazing amount of heat. Sirius could barely remain snuggled close to him despite wanting to do so. He shifted, and in his sleep, Severus rolled toward him, seeking out the silent reassurance that he was there.

Sirius yawned and rested a hand on Severus' back in the darkness, He smoothed his palm over Severus' skin, feeling the tautness from the potion. He was tempted to wake Severus again just to have him snarl at him, but Severus needed to rest. They'd hit several highs and hard moments earlier; not something Severus often submitted to or indulged in often enough, Sirius thought. Severus was almost always catering to Sirius' needs when they indulged. It was a rare and guilty pleasure when Sirius could wrongfoot Severus and pull him into some play that, while technically had been Sirius' way of checking him over, also had other benefits for them both. It was his own fault he felt fidgety now, he knew, as Severus was right there beside him.

Still, his mind was whirling, and he tightened his arms around Severus, trying to dispel the sinking sensation inside of him. He'd made certain Severus was well and had asserted that biological imperative that the danger had passed, his husband was well, despite the accident, and yet, he still felt a sort of restless.

Severus huffed and shifted away from Sirius as if he could tell that Sirius wasn't quite settled, and was intent on disturbing him. Sirius chuckled softly and rose from bed, taking time to cover Severus with the sheet and duvet so he wouldn't return to blocks of ice Severus called feet.

Severus mumbled something and buried his face in the pillow. Sirius shook his head, and even though he couldn't see much in the darkness of the room, he reached out and ran a hand through Severus' coarse hair. Straight as a board and rough in spite of the recent shampoo, he carded his fingers through the blackness, taking a measure of comfort in the fact that he could and not be ridiculed for doing so.

Bending, Sirius placed a gentle kiss to the top of Severus' head then grabbed his wand and padded into the loo. Placing a Silencing Charm on the tub to dampen the water's splashing and a Muffling Charm on the door, he bathed, soaking languidly in almost too hot water for several minutes. He washed and shampooed his hair before rinsing and wrapped the towel around his waist as he stepped free of the tub

The Silencing Charm also took care of the drain's gurgling and once the tub was empty he cancel the charms. Drying off, he then slipped on Severus' dressing gown, inhaling the sharp and spicy scent of his shaving potion that had soaked into the collar. Relaxing as though the bath was, a small bit of restlessness remained and Sirius sighed at his reflection in the mirror.

Carefully trying to be as quiet as possible, Sirius left the loo, and went back to check on Severus. He still slept the sleep of the well sated, so Sirius touched and combed his hair once more then left the bedroom, padding down the stairs. He picked up his paper and pencil to finish his crossword and entered the kitchen. Kreacher grunted at him as Sirius flicked on the gas lights, and Kreacher rolled over in his berth.

"Don't mind me, you little worm," Sirius drawled. "I'll prepare my own tea."

"As the blood traitor master wishes," Kreacher yawned and tugged a ratty blanket up over his head.

Sirius rolled his eyes and settled his paper on the table. He rummaged through the cabinets and found Severus' bottle of elf made wine first before spotting the tea tin. Deciding that a small bit of the wine might relax him better than even the bath had or the tea would, he poured a glass and slid on to the bench of the table.

The scent of the wine drifted to him and he inhaled the dark rich smells of the oaken barrels which the grapes had been fermented in, as well as the sweet and tanginess of the fruit themselves. He could quite discern all the different aromas and bouquets as Severus could, but he drew in another breath before sipping the wine, and enjoyed it all the same. The flavours floated in his mouth, sparked along his tongue as he swallowed the first drink and breathed in fresh air.

The tannins were ripe with taste and he savoured that first sip before taking another. Crossword forgotten, He closed his eyes, bowing his head as he felt the wine warm him from the inside, and he sighed.

"What are you doing down here?"

Severus' grumble forced a smile on to Sirius' face and he looked up at him.

Severus stood in the doorway, leaning slightly on the jamb, and was wrapped in Sirius' dressing gown. The deep red enhanced Severus' paleness, sending a spike of arousal though Sirius, even if the snarl on Severus' face gave away his dissatisfaction in having to wear the robe.

"Just relaxing. Why?"

Severus' mouth twitched and Sirius attempted to match Severus' eyebrow arch. His own bushy brows couldn't quite pull off the look and Severus' mouth quirked even higher on one side.

"I was cold as you left the blankets in a disarray after departing."

Sirius licked his lips, trying not to smile since he knew he'd tucked Severus in nicely, and asked, "Shall I return then to keep you warm?"

"I think it would be to your advantage as it will be frightfully cold tonight on the chesterfield."

Standing, Sirius nodded, and Severus sauntered forward, reaching out to take a drink of the wine Sirius had poured. Together, they made short work on the glass and Sirius placed the empty flute into the sink and ran water in it.

He followed the swishing and flowing ends of his robe, and wondered how in the hell Severus made something short like that move just like his other robes. He leered as he caught a glimpse of a pale arsecheek and that little freckle as Severus disrobed and sprawled out on the bed.

A lone candle burned, giving low light to the room, and Sirius looked at Severus as he shuffled his way beneath the blankets. He held up one end for Sirius and arched a brow.

Sirius dropped the robe on the floor and slid underneath the raised bedding. Severus dropped the sheets on Sirius and turned his head, blowing out the candle then settled down beside him. Sirius laid back and gasped as Severus' chilled hand wrapped around his cock.

"Merlin!"

"No, just Severus, and I told you I was cold." Severus snorted and squeezed his prick again.

Sirius chuckled and shivered, Severus' hand warming on his flesh even as his cock decided to firm.

Severus stroked and Sirius bucked into the warming fingers. Severus leaned across him and rested his head on Sirius' chest, his tongue sliding out to slid wetly over his skin.

"Look at you, ready to go again so soon," Severus drawled then nibbled on the firming bud of Sirius' nipple.

Sirius moaned and nodded, even though Severus most likely couldn't see him. "You know us old dogs, always up for anything," he breathed.

Severus hummed as he wrapped his lips around the peak nipple and sucked, his hand still moving over Sirius' dick, stroking and tugging his foreskin up over the tip of his cock.

Sirius closed his eyes, letting Severus touch him, and revelling in the sensations. He moved his hips, trying his best to cant up into each pull, but could only just move against the weight of Severus spread across him.

Threading his hands into the mass of rough strands on Severus' head, Sirius tugged. "Come up here."

Severus complied and fused his mouth to Sirius'. His tongue glided unhurried along Sirius', dipping along his teeth and the top of his palette, and all Sirius could do was moan and suckle the slow moving muscle. The wine mingled with Severus' own unique taste, and Sirius held his face, fingers stroking through his hair for several long moments. This was what he'd needed. This extra bit of comfort, and the restlessness in him settled into a low and rumbling purr of arousal and desire.

Severus pulled away and Sirius gave an embarrassing whimper of sound which was followed by a dark chuckle from Severus. Then, the blankets were ripped away and the weight of Severus' prick bumped against his mouth and Sirius shouted as his own cock was enveloped in wet heat. Long, spidery fingers graced over his balls, tugging gently on his short and curlies before lifting the heavy weight of his sac.They scratched gently along his perineum and lower to the entrance of his body.

Severus pulled on his thigh and Sirius rolled to him, turning his head and sucking Severus' cock in his mouth. Severus groaned and Sirius heard a whistle of something flying through the air. Their lube smacked into Severus' palm and then the hotness of Severus' mouth was back, contrasting with the cool slick.

Sirius hummed around Severus' cock when Severus' finger eased inside of him. A slow slide of the length in and out of his body, and all Sirius could do was suckle the cock in his mouth as Severus played his body like a finely tuned instrument.

Back and forth Severus' head bobbed, the air a quick and sudden chill along his exposed cock, before Severus' mouth dropped down him again. In and out, his fingers stroked and a second one entered him, both striking his prostate unerringly.

Sirius cradled Severus' cock in his mouth, and Severus held still while Sirius canted his hips into Severus' face and back onto his fingers. He sucked when he wasn't lost in the sensations Severus slowly perpetuated on his body, which wasn't often, until he tossed back his head, his body stiffening all over as his orgasm rushed through his limbs and out his prick.

Little licks along the softening length of Sirius' prick drew him back into his body and Sirius buried his face in Severus' groin, rubbing his face along his pelvis and over bare pubic area.

Severus' smooth skin, his cleanly shaven sac brushed up against Sirius' evening stubble, and Sirius felt Severus shudder and jerk. He drew in deep breaths of air, trying to stay silent as his body endured the new sensations of denuded skin against skin. Sirius turned his head, sliding his face along Severus' thighs before Sirius licked the tip of Severus' prick and swallowed his length down.

Severus cried out then and pushed his hips forward once, twice and on the third tilt, Sirius tasted the spill of his semen, swallowed it down, and gave his own tiny bit of cleaning to the softening flesh in his mouth.

His choice lolly was withdrawn, and Severus' mouth closed over his, once again tangling his tongue with Severus' as their individual tastes, bitter and salty, mixed with the lingering sweetness of the wine.

Severus sighed as he pulled away and he rested his head on Sirius' chest. The slickness magically gone from his long fingers as they carded carefully through Sirius' chest hair to tweak one nipple.

"You need a nursemaid," Severus' sated and smoky voice offered.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Severus, squeezing him tightly as he felt a yawn crack both their mouths. Severus' hot breath ghosted over his chest as it ended and he bent his head to press a kiss to Severus' hair. This time the satisfaction was more than complete and tugged on him, pulling them both toward sleep. "Got one, thanks."

"Indeed."

The End