red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2010-12-08 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, red_day_dawning |
Drabble: Ten Poinsettias, NC-17
Title: Ten Poinsettias
Author: red_day_dawning
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~400
Prompt: adventdrabbles’ #7: Poinsettia
Warning/s: PWP; unbeta-ed (please let me know of any typos/errors)
Disclaimer: JKR and associated companies own the HP characters and settings, no profit made, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Continuing on from A sense of affection, Hope, perhaps and Icy Voices in the Wind
A/N: ~400 words of PWP...
My earlier adventdrabbles: here
“My poinsettia!” yelled Harry, reaching out to catch the plant as it tumbled off the table rocking next to his bed.
“Leave it,” Severus growled. “I’ll buy you another. I’ll buy you ten poinsettias.”
Ignoring him Harry stretched across the bed, lowering the plant to the floor. Severus leaned back against the bedhead, lazily stroking his prick, admiring Harry’s naked form; the sleek lines of Harry’s back, his pale curved buttocks.
Harry’s sinewy muscles tightened as he swung back, with a gasp he paused to stare at Severus’ thick cock, mesmerized by the movement of the slowly stroking hand.
“Snape... ”
“Stop!”
“Huh?” Harry blurted.
“It’s Severus, Harry. Not Snape, not anymore.”
“Severus,” Harry said softly, edging closer.
Pulling Harry against him, Severus maneuvered himself around until he lay beneath the young man, skin pressed to skin. They mouths met, their kisses a fierce play of tongues, lips and teeth. Severus stroked the length of Harry’s spine. Reaching down to cup firm, rounded buttocks, Severus exhaled a low “Fuck,” ghosting a finger along the valley of his arse.
Summoning lubricant from a hidden pocket in his bags, Severus thumbed open the vial. Glistening liquid pooled in the palm of one hand. Moistening his fingers he circled Harry’s arsehole, teasing and caressing until he could press deep inside.
“Now, Severus.”
Holding Harry poised above him, Severus’ cock twitched upwards to brush against the wrinkled skin of his arsehole. Breathing deeply, he grasped his prick to steady it as Harry slowly lowered himself. Gods, he wanted this. He wanted with an aching, burning need.
It felt good, better than he would have allowed himself to imagine, better than his dreams. The feel of Harry around him, a blissful, tight warmth. He cried out as Harry raised and lowered himself. Exquisite pressure was building, easing, intensifying again. Mindless now, Severus pushed deeper, pumping up in short urgent thrusts.
Grunting, Severus thrust harder, lightning electrifying every nerve and cell. Surging upwards, caught in the orgasm still, Severus pumped Harry’s prick. Tightening his grip, Severus directed the stream of ejaculation against his own chest and throat, wet warmth spurting on his skin.
Wrapping his arms around Harry, Severus kissed him. They kissed until their heartbeats slowed. “Look at me,” Severus whispered, an entreaty, an absolution, a promise fulfilled.
Harry eyes darkened to deepest green as he met Severus’ gaze, and answered all unspoken questions with a heartfelt, “Yes.”
Post-script:
With a widening grin Harry added, “And you owe me ten poinsettias now, you promised, you know.”