FIC: Peaches Title: Peaches Pairing: Snape/Harry Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Kinks: (mostly) PWP, oral, anal, rimming, light bondage, language Summary: Severus does not believe in indulgence. Except when it comes to a certain fruit… Word Count: 3400 Disclaimer: Anything recognizable isn't mine, it belongs to J.K.R. and WB and whoever else has a legal claim. X-posted to the LJ sister community - snape_potter
Severus Snape was not an indulgent man. In fact, many would go so far as to call him a stoic. He lived by his firmly held beliefs that anything without purpose was not necessary, and that contribution to happiness was certainly not a purpose. His clothing was cheap and without embellishment, he owned no jewelry and would not suffer anyone to make a present of any. His food and drink were similarly plain; a glass of wine to relax him at the end of a trying week would be the most luxury his mouth would experience for weeks.
Some would consider the decades-younger lover in his bed something of an indulgence, but it was entirely not his fault that the brat had taken a fancy to him and now refused to go away. What was he supposed to do? Refuse all that young flesh on usually quite wanton offer? Not bloody likely. Sexual frustration affected his work, and that above all was what gave meaning to his life now; he couldn’t let something so trivial ruin it.
Severus’s work was so important to him that the only place in his home where he had spared any expense was his potions laboratory. Some ingredients just couldn’t be settled for cheaply, and you could only get so much quality from a pewter cauldron as opposed to a silver one. These necessary expenses were, however, good for business and he had reaped the benefits from his investments many times over; wealthy pureblood families were always happy to pay extra for something they knew had been created expensively. Though he worked for a local apothecary, the owner had told him that people had begun to ask for his potions specifically, and he took pride in the fact that he had a small following.
And so he was content. What did he need with 40 galleon dinners and elaborate holidays lazing about doing nothing? Indulgences were for the weak and hedonistic; he’d rather have a ham sandwich and a weekend alone any day. Oddly enough, his bed-partner shared his stoical convictions. Severus hadn’t thought that Harry would be happy living so austerely, in fact he had hoped it would convince the man they really weren’t suited after all, but he had found that it took very little to please Harry and material living was not part of that very little. It had taken him a few years to see the truth of it, but he and Harry did fit rather well, and he had come to care deeply for the man that had once been the boy he had sworn to protect. The edges of his mouth turned up in a small smile as he thought of the sweaty, sleepy body he had left in their bed early that morning. He had started brewing early, and would probably not see Harry until dinner that night.
Severus was on the final twenty stirs of a mild headache potion when he felt the weight of a chin on his shoulder.
“I’m making lunch. You want something?”
Severus huffed in annoyance. Harry knew better than to accost him while he was working. “Actually,” he started, but as he took a breath in he was immediately overwhelmed by the most luscious, intoxicating, damnable scent of all time.
Peaches.
Severus felt his eyes flutter closed as he abandoned all conscious thought and reveled in that mind-blowing smell. He could count on two hands the number of times he had completely lost control of himself because of some emotional or sensory overload, and more than half of those were under less than pleasant circumstances. The more pleasant ones tended to involve Harry, his old Slytherin ties, and mass quantities of Forever-Slick, but he had learned not to reminisce on those while working.
He had no explanation for this mad obsession. True, many of his childhood summers had featured his mother slicing the tender, delicious fruit into bowls with a shallow amount of cream, and those had been happier days for him – the longer the sun was out, the longer his father would remain at the pub. But even as a very young child he remembered almost craving the smell and taste of a newly ripened peach, and had looked forward all summer to that first day that his mother would carry a bagful home from the market.
The cravings had not abated with time. Severus would still get anxious every summer until he saw the peaches on display at the market. He used to buy a dozen daily, and gorge himself at every meal until summer faded to autumn and the peaches were gone again. Now that Harry was living with him, he had to be a bit more discreet. It wouldn’t do for the younger man to find out about his ridiculous fascination and mock him incessantly. He was incredibly sensitive about this vice, this blemish on his disciplined self-control. This weakness. Severus would buy peaches when Harry wasn’t with him, eat them in the middle of the night, and hide them in his lab. He would purposefully leave things off their shopping list so that he would have a reason to go back. Yes, late summer was glorious. If it had been late summer that day, Severus might have been able to resist; but it was January, and he hadn’t had a peach in months, and…well, that made him a little crazy. He whirled around, effectively dislodging his lover who stumbled a few paces away from him and looked a bit put out.
“Come here,” Severus said, in the sternest voice he could manage. He opened his arms, indicating just how close he wanted the other man to be. Harry was only an arm’s length away as it was, but that amazing smell was already starting to fade from his senses, and he needed more. Harry looked at him like he was losing his mind, but one stern glare and he was in his arms regardless. Once Harry’s face was turned away from him, he buried his nose in the younger man’s neck and inhaled deeply.
God, it was perfect. Not the cloying, sticky, vaguely floral, sugary pseudo-peach disgrace that most bath products and perfumes used. Tangy, fresh, just a hint of sweetness…he could practically taste the juice in his mouth. Harry’s body heat warmed the scent, renewing it with every breath, adding an extra note of fleshiness, creating the illusion that there was a perfect ripe peach so close to his mouth, so ready to bite and suckle and…
A wary voice broke him from his reverie. “Severus? Are you okay?”
Coming back to his senses, though reluctant to let that scent get away from him, he grasped Harry’s shoulders and gently pushed so that they had some distance between them. “Yes. Fine, I’m fine. I…sorry.” His eyes widened a bit at hearing his own apology, but Harry didn’t seem to notice how odd it was that he would apologize for something so simple.
“It’s alright,” Harry said, smiling up at him. “You know I like hugs.”
Well, that was certainly true. Deprived of so much touch as a child, how could he not take pleasure in it now? Early in their relationship he had sometimes annoyed Severus with how dependent he seemed to be on touch as a sign of affection, but they had learned each other well, and Harry knew that Severus liked his space. He had to come up with an explanation for this seemingly spontaneous embrace, preferably one that was much less embarrassing than the real explanation.
“You…smell different.” Profound indeed. That damned fruit must have addled his brain.
Harry looked confused for a second, then laughed as he remembered. “Oh, that. It’s this poncy peach bath gel. Hermione must have left it here when she and Ron were having their weekly row. Our bath was out, so I went to the guest room to look for more. Sorry.”
Severus shook his head. “No, it’s…” he searched for a word that would save him from sounding like a besotted teenage girl, but ‘delicious’, ‘sinful’, and ‘intoxicating’ wouldn’t fit that mold. He finally settled on “Just different.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ll get some of the regular stuff tomorrow at the market. I know you old men hate change.”
Severus glared at Harry, internally ignoring the remark about his age in favor of hating Harry for leaving him no excuse to banish all other bath products forever in favor of the peach gel. Now that he knew such a thing was possible, how could he settle for something else? Harry had tilted his face up for a kiss, and Severus, willing to do anything to catch another whiff of that raw peach scent, obliged him. He tangled his fingers in the still damp hair on the nape of Harry’s neck as their lips met, and Harry took advantage of the closeness to wheedle another embrace out of Severus. He kissed his way along Severus’s jaw until his head rested on Severus’s shoulder, plunging Severus’s nose back into his neck and the whirlwind of scent that now went with it.
Severus breathed deeply, reminding his brain that this was not a luscious peach ripe for the taking, but his lover’s skin, which had never, in all his vast experience, tasted like a peach. But now…he had to do it. Just a small taste, the slightest lick. Harry would be so caught up in being held he wouldn’t even notice. As subtly as he could, Severus touched the tip of his tongue to Harry’s neck and trailed it up while holding in a moan. Damn him; the little tart even tasted like peaches! Oh, this was awful. He had to have more. Just one more little lick to tide him over. Like before, he reached his tongue out until it hit that soft, warm, delicious skin, slowly, barely…
Not subtle enough. Harry pulled away looking slightly startled. “Severus…did you just lick me?”
“Absolutely not.”
Harry blinked, a slight smile forming. “You did. You licked me. You hardly ever even kiss my neck, much less lick it. What’s up with you today?”
Severus huffed, once again annoyed, but this time a flush of embarrassment showed on his pale face. This, of course, only made him more embarrassed, and was worsening by the second as Harry’s smile broke into a wide grin.
“It’s that bloody bath gel. You like it!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Severus snapped, “what you smell like makes absolutely no difference to me.”
“Liar.” The mischievous glint in Harry’s eyes became infuriatingly reminiscent of Albus’s trademark twinkle. “I’ve seen how you sneak peaches when you think I’m asleep. For a man who was a spy for twenty years, you’re not very – hey!”
Severus had grabbed his shoulder with a growl and yanked him close. “Are you mocking me, Potter?”
Harry looked stunned, but didn’t jerk away from him. “Um, no? Why would I mock you for liking peaches?”
Well, it did seem sort of childish when he said it like that. Though it wasn’t so much just liking peaches that shamed him, but the degree to which he liked them; clearly Harry hadn’t quite understood that yet.
“So,” Harry said, bringing his wrist up to his mouth, “does it make me taste like peaches?” He licked a long wet stripe across his wrist, holding Severus’s gaze, his tongue ending it with an obscene sweep across his lips.
Severus narrowed his eyes, and one sickening Apparition later, they were in their bedroom. Harry stumbled against him with a groan.
“I hate when you do that! We could have just –”
“Shut up.”
Harry looked both surprised and irritated at Severus’s gruff manner, but Severus knew Harry didn’t mind being manhandled and bossed around quite as much as he pretended, especially when it lead to what they were about to do.
“Strip and get on the bed.”
Harry hesitated in reaching for the hem of his shirt, so Severus removed it for him, one rough tug up and off with the sound of a few rips along the way. He threw it to the other side of the room, beyond anxious to get his mouth on all that delectable skin. Harry fumbled with the buttons on his trousers, finally coaxing them open and pushing everything off at once. He scrambled up onto the bed looking flustered and tense but extremely aroused.
Severus pulled his wand from his pocket and had Harry’s wrists bound to the headboard with a few well-practiced spells. Harry cried out in surprise and tried to tug free of the magical bonds, but they wouldn’t budge. He looked at Severus with wide eyes. “What…what are you going to do?”
Oh but that boy could lay it on thick. Severus could almost believe he really was frightened, but the constancy of his erection let him know Harry was doing fine. He walked to the side of the bed, touched his wand to Harry’s chest and dragged it slowly across his skin as he walked to the other side. “What am I going to do? I’m going to taste you. Every last inch of you. And then,” Severus leaned in close and drew his tongue up Harry’s cheek, “I’m going to do it again, until you beg me to use something other than my mouth on you.”
Severus felt Harry’s body give an involuntary shiver through his wand as a desperate moan rang out through the room. “Can I just start begging now?”
Severus chuckled, the intoxicating smell of peaches drifting up and renewing his passion. “If you must. But I’m not moving on until I’ve had my fill.” And with that, he began.
The first several licks to Harry’s face were stranger than he’d imagined. While he’d kissed the various areas many times before, he had never been so intent to realize how different each part was, how different Harry’s reactions were depending on where his tongue was at the moment. Harry strained towards Severus’s mouth whenever his tongue pressed on one of those stubble-free cheeks, but held very still and breathed shallowly as it stroked across his nose and eyelids. Severus felt him struggle with his bonds and heard him whimper as he licked inside and behind Harry’s ears. He positively cried out in frustration when Severus moved from the strong line of his jaw down his neck.
That’s when the begging started. “Please, Severus, fuck…it’s too…fuck!”
More pleas were voiced when Severus moved down over Harry’s shoulders, coming dangerously close to his nipples, but he covered every inch of that wide chest before he tackled those. He paid a bit more attention to those little nubs, stopping to suck a minute before moving on. Harry writhed against the bed, desperate little sounds pouring from his mouth. The sweet smell that had inspired Severus was strong at Harry’s belly, and he stopped to press his face there, inhaling slowly, laying small licks wherever his tongue could reach. Harry’s skin was growing warmer with every lick, bringing out the juicy smell the way sunshine would on a wild fruit. He tasted absolutely sinful.
The limbs went quickly; a dozen licks from armpit to elbow, then elbow to finger tip covered the arms. Harry’s legs did take some time, but having to stop for fits of ticklish laughter cooled their lust slightly and slowed the pace. Severus spared no extra attention for Harry’s more sensitive bits, much to the young man’s displeasure, but a promising smirk was all he needed to content him again.
When Severus motioned for Harry to turn over, he did so willingly. Faced with the smooth expanse of Harry’s back and arse, Severus felt his mouth water. Every bit of skin he sampled was still bursting with the fresh flavor of peaches, and he had grown no more used to it since that first tentative lick in his lab. He licked his way down and across Harry’s back, outlining scars with his tongue and punctuating freckles with the occasional kiss. Still, the crowning glory of this side of Harry’s body was his taut backside. They didn’t do this often, for no particular reason, but Severus could never remember wanting to do it more in all the time they’d been together. He started at the sides and worked his way inward, stopping for quick bites along the way. He held Harry’s hips still as he approached the cleft, wanting to spend time there without making Harry come too soon.
Small, quick licks down the middle prepared Harry’s nerves for the long, slow ones that practically blew his mind. The peach taste was raw here, the salt from Harry’s sweat beginning to mix and change it, but it was still the best thing Severus had ever tasted. His mouth was aching, his arms protesting from holding his upper body weight for so long, but he couldn’t stop. Over and over he dragged his tongue down the cleft, over his hole, and across the creases of his thighs. Harry was just whimpering now, the sensory overload too much for him. Severus kept licking until he could no longer taste peaches on Harry’s skin and only tasted the salt of oversexed skin. He pulled away reluctantly, admiring the delicate pattern of teeth marks he had left behind, and adding another set on Harry’s left cheek as a parting shot.
As he flipped Harry over to begin again, he caught a glimpse of Harry’s eyes, and he stared into that adoring, shameless gaze. Suddenly, he didn’t know or care whether he was doing this for the peaches or for Harry; all that mattered was putting tongue to flesh more and faster and better than before. The promised second round went much faster than the first. It was frantic; sloppy wet kisses were pressed to skin just as often as tongue was, and the less obvious spots were passed over in favor of holding this new raging pace. Harry had gone from pleas to demands - Skip the licking and just fuck me already! - to now unabashed screaming.
“No!” Harry cried as Severus tried to turn him on his front again. “Stop, please! Just do it, now…I don’t want to come without you! Fuck, please…please…”
Severus couldn’t resist such pretty begging, and he had had enough anyway. He was just as eager to fill as Harry was to be filled, and he wouldn’t make them wait any longer. Finding Harry still slick from earlier, he let the younger man fuck himself on his fingers while Severus quickly shed his trousers and slicked himself up with the handy vial on their side table. Harry almost cried with relief when Severus removed his fingers. They kissed deeply as Severus lined himself up, then Severus buried his face in Harry’s neck, sucking away the remaining peach flavor like it would be his last taste, and pushed.
It was no use – they were both too far gone to last. Harry let out a scream and spread come across his belly before Severus had even pressed all the way inside, and it only took two hard thrusts for Severus to follow him. Severus’s arms gave out, and he rolled to the side, releasing Harry’s bonds with a careless wave of his hand. He closed his eyes, exhausted, his tongue protesting any movement whatsoever, but he had never been more satisfied in his life. A small laugh at his side made him open his eyes and look over to his lover.
Harry laid on his back, panting heavily, a huge red-purple bite-mark darkening on his neck. “Wow. No way in hell is Hermione getting that stuff back.”
“Agreed,” Severus mumbled, quite happy to indulge himself for the moment in the satiation of more than one of his desires. That satisfaction was made all the sweeter by the thought that he could do it again soon. Having shown this weakness to Harry, he was unashamed now to admit that he wanted it and was willing to add it to their considerable list of interesting bedroom habits. After all, a little indulgence once in a while never killed anyone.
“Severus?”
“Mmm?” Severus answered sleepily.
“I think I need another shower.”
Severus smirked and closed his eyes, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulders as he moved closer. “Excellent.”