red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2010-10-14 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, red_day_dawning |
Drabble: Guilty Pleasures
Title: Guilty Pleasures
Author: red_day_dawning
Pairing/s: Severus/Harry; Severus/Charlie; (implied) Harry/Charlie
Word count: 100 X 3
Prompt: written for snarry100's challenge #235: guilty pleasure(s)
Rating: nc-17
Warning/s: Infidelity (not Harry and Severus); dub-con (not Harry and Severus)
Disclaimer: JKR and associated companies own the HP characters and settings. No copyright infringement intended. No profit made with this work.
A/N: My gratitude to torino10154 and brissygirl for looking this over. Thank you, my dears.
Severus watched his long, pale fingers gripping the flaming-red hair, the head bobbing up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes, and came, smiling in triumph.
The bell on the apothecary door jangled; Severus looked up from his chopped flobberworms, his mouth stretched in a wholly uncharacteristic smile as Potter entered. Severus examined him, analysing the effects of the much-publicized break-up. It was no secret that the boy’s undeserving lover had strayed once too often, with some unnamed man. Looking at Harry's clear gaze Severus thought he is heart-sore but not broken. Good. Severus was glad.
~*~
Severus reached out, his hand stroking the edge of Harry’s cheekbone, caressing his jaw. His heart thudded painfully as looked into those beautiful eyes.
"I can’t- I don't want..."
"You do not want me?" Severus asked quietly.
"Merlin, yes! But I don't want..."
"You do not wish to be hurt again. You have no desire to give yourself to another who does not deserve you. You do not want it to be as it was with Weasley."
"Yes," Harry whispered.
"I give myself to you. I will bond in whatever way you wish; take any oaths you require."
~*~
Severus opened his mouth wider, taking Harry's cock deep into his throat. He gazed up, entranced, his cock achingly hard. He spied a sparkle of green under the dark, shadowed eyelashes and came hard, spurting in his own hand as Harry thrust helplessly in his mouth.
"Happy anniversary," Severus whispered, licking the taste of Harry from his lips, his reward a blinding smile. And Severus was well-content. Happy, even. He, Severus, loved and was loved. It mattered little, the way it had all developed; after all, he had used no lust potions or illicit spells on Harry.