alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2012-07-23 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | alisanne, fic, rating: nc-17, summer of snarry |
Summer of Snarry: Fic - Caribbean Contentment
Challenge: Summer of Snarry
Title: Caribbean Contentment
Author: alisanne
Other pairings/threesome: N/A
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1250
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *None, unless you object to Snarry sex, in which case, you are reading in the wrong com. :)*
Summary: Severus learns how to be flexible.
A/N: Thank you to sevfan for beta reading and to the Slaschat girls for all their support. May our boys have a fabulous and sexy summer!
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Caribbean Contentment
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Severus woke well before dawn as was his custom. As he lay in bed, however, he realised something was different.
It wasn’t the man snoring softly beside him; no, Harry had been a fixture in his life since the previous winter, when he’d somehow barged his way into Severus’ life and heart and had never left. Severus smiled. There was always some amount of disorientation when he woke next to Harry, the sense that he was living in some sort of dream. Though, for a man who hated change, he’d certainly adapted to Harry well.
What was different at that moment, however, was the floral quality to the air that bespoke the tropics, not a dungeon in a Scottish castle. For a moment, Severus froze, struggling to recall where he was.
“Morning,” Harry whispered, shifting to throw his leg over Severus. “You’re on holiday, you know, you can sleep in.”
Ah yes. Severus’ arms tightened around Harry, cradling him close as he relaxed, recalling exactly where they were. For the first time in his adult life, Severus had left England to take a holiday. It had been at Harry’s urging, and they’d had several very interesting weeks of arguing the destination before finally settling on Jamaica because of the beauty reflected by the brochures and because of the premiere wizarding resort there that prided itself on absolute secrecy.
Turning his head, Severus saw the sun’s rays beginning to peek over the ocean’s horizon and his eyes widened, taking in the colour and spectacle. He’d heard the Caribbean was beautiful, but the sunrise was exceeding his expectations.
They had left Hogwarts by Portkey the night before and, since they’d arrived late in the evening, they’d gone straight to bed. And, sadly, straight to sleep. They hadn’t had much opportunity to look around before retiring. Severus was looking forward to rectifying that at his first opportunity, although he had his misgivings about how well he would do in a tropical environment.
But first...Harry moaned as Severus’ hand slid down to cup his arse. “’S too early,” he muttered, although he began slowly rocking against Severus.
“It’s never too early,” Severus purred. “Especially not on holiday.”
Harry’s mouth curved into a smile. “I like the way you think.” He cracked one eye open. “It’s still ridiculously early, but you have ways of making me forget that, don’t you?”
“Indeed,” Severus murmured, shifting so that he was leaning over Harry. “I believe I do.”
Bending his head, Severus kissed Harry, immediately immersing himself in his taste and scent. Even sleep-rumpled and half-awake, Harry was delicious, a feast for the senses, and Severus indulged himself fully, his hands slowly sliding over Harry’s familiar muscles and planes.
They moved together, Severus relishing every hitch of Harry’s breath, his every moan. He loved taking his time to prepare Harry, but they lived busy, rushed lives as Hogwarts professors, and that often led to hurried lovemaking. Here in the tropics, however, there was no morning staff meeting, no early morning student emergencies, there was just Harry, panting and writhing beneath him, and Severus intended to savour every moment.
After wandlessly Summoning lubricant, Severus spread Harry’s legs and, after positioning them on his shoulders, slipped a couple of fingers inside him, watching avidly as Harry rode them with obvious enjoyment. “So gorgeous,” Severus murmured.
Harry’s eyes fluttered open. “Yes, you are,” he whispered, his hands clutching at Severus’ hips.
Severus smiled. It was old argument, and one he didn’t intend to discuss just then. Enough that he’d finally come to accept that, to Harry, he was beautiful. “Ready?”
Harry nodded. “Yes.” His eyes had gone dark with a heady mixture of love and lust. “Take me now, Severus.”
Unable to resist that plea, Severus shifted, positioning his cock and thrusting home, closing his eyes as he slid into Harry’s slick tightness. Harry arched, meeting him thrust for thrust, and as always, Severus used every ounce of self-discipline to keep a smooth, steady rhythm.
As usual, Harry made that difficult with the way his muscles clung to Severus, the way his body seemed to welcome Severus’.
And, as he moved in and out of Harry, it occurred to Severus that there was light streaming into the room. It was a novelty, allowing Severus to see every nuance of Harry’s face as they made love, a luxury they didn’t always have in the Hogwarts dungeons.
“Please,” Harry whispered. “Please--”
Severus sped up, breathing harsh. Harry had begun stroking his own cock in time with Severus’ thrusts and as Severus watched, he began to come, his cock pulsing and spilling all over his stomach. The spasming of Harry’s muscles pulled Severus over the edge and he groaned as his own orgasm rushed through him and he poured his essence into Harry.
His body shaking, Severus collapsed onto his side, pulling Harry close. They kissed, soft, slow and deep.
“Mmm,” Harry moaned. “Brilliant start to our holiday.” His stomach grumbled and he chuckled. “Although there’s something to be said for house-elves. They’d have breakfast ready for us by now.”
Severus lifted his head, sniffing. “Actually, I believe someone has cooked.”
Harry inhaled. “Oh, I smell it, too.” His gaze met Severus’. “Does this place come with elves?”
Severus smiled. “I believe the brochure mentioned a discreet staff, so that could mean elves.”
“Smells delicious whoever made it.” Harry sat up, pushing his hair back off his face. “Shall we explore?”
“Indeed.” Severus clasped his hand. “Perhaps we should clean up first, however.”
“I saw an outdoor shower.” Harry grinned. “If we wash together we’ll save time.”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that. You are far too distracting when naked and wet.”
“You’re no slouch yourself,” Harry murmured, tracing a hand over Severus’ chest and down towards his prick, which, amazingly, was showing interest in the proceedings. “You’re the very definition of distracting, in fact.”
“I thought you were hungry?” Severus asked, grabbing Harry’s hand before he did much more exploring.
“Sure,” Harry said, grinning. “But what I’m hungry for may have changed.”
“You are insatiable,” Severus grumbled, but he didn’t object when Harry pulled him out of bed towards the outdoor shower, which was attached to their bedroom and which had a stunning view of the white sand beach.
Having Harry suck him off while warm water sluiced over them, washing off the signs of their morning sex turned out to be an experience Severus definitely wanted to repeat during their stay.
By the time they finally emerged, clad in light cotton shirts and shorts, they found a buffet of fresh fruit, pastries, fried fish, and assorted local delicacies that Severus had never before encountered, laid out on the patio, beyond which was their private beach.
Severus froze, unsure what to try first. Merlin, I hate change, he thought, longing in that moment for a simple English breakfast.
Harry, as always, seemed to sense his mood. “This is going to be fun,” he said, sliding his hand into Severus’. “Let’s try one of everything and see what we like.”
Exhaling, Severus allowed Harry to draw him forward to begin their next great holiday adventure. Yes, he hated change, yet, with Harry at his side, he could manage anything.
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