|roozetter (roozetter) wrote in snape_potter,|
@ 2012-07-24 23:05:00
|Entry tags:||fic, rating: nc-17, roozetter, summer of snarry|
Summer of Snarry - Fic: Summer Lovin'
Challenge: Summer of Snarry
Title: Summer Lovin’ (happened so fast!)
Other pairings/threesome: Pansy/Blaise, Hermione/Terry Boot
Word count: +/- 7k
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Established relationship. Inappropriate use of a Patronus. Yeah. That happened. *
Summary: What do you do when you feel inferior in your relationship? If you’re Severus Snape, you simply add more magic.
A/N: I have no excuses for this. *sigh* Much love and appreciation to torino10154 and severa_snape for the quick proofing and encouragement (and title!)
“I want you naked, waiting for me in the hammock out back.”
Harry blinks at the shimmering doe standing before him, right hand frozen mid turn on the page of the book he had been flipping through before she cantered into the living room. He’d been expecting a mumbled, irritated missive explaining his absence. Something about a potion in a delicate stage of brewing, inconsiderate board members incapable of understand the word No without the benefit of several more helpful adjectives from Severus’ wide vocabulary, or, Harry’s personal favorite, how Severus’ tardiness in returning to their home is his fault.
The nights when Severus’ late returns are Harry’s fault are filled with seductive whispers, purpling bruises on his inner thigh, and being claimed forcefully enough to have him wincing every time he sits down the next day.
But to have the doe trot into the house and lower its head demurely, paw at the ground like it is embarrassed, and announce that Severus wants him naked... it’s a bit exciting, unexpected in a way that has goosebumps prickling on Harry’s arms and his cock twitching with interested in his trousers.
Almost as though Severus expects Harry’s hesitation, the doe cocks its head to the side and seems to shimmer a bit brighter. “Five minutes, Potter,” Severus’ silky voice drawls. The doe nods in agreement and then vanishes.
The house is quiet and still as he wanders outside, the air feeling thick and stifling even after throwing open all the windows and doors and casting a cooling charm to get the air circulating. Harry strips down, collects an icy butterbeer, and wanders out to the hammock in the back garden to watch the sunset and wait for whatever Severus has planned.
This is the time of summer he likes best, when the thick heat of the day has ebbed and left behind a slightly more cooling breeze, the smell of sun-warmed flowers, and the murmur of insects. It makes Harry feel peaceful, and he idly palms his cock as he swings in the hammock, one knee bent to encourage an easy, soothing motion, and to offer Severus the best view for when he, presumably, walks through the back door.
It’s relaxing in the quiet privacy of the back garden, the wards humming in synchronicity with the bees, and he strokes himself with broad, easy movements, keeping his actions languid, with just the first stirrings of arousal building in his stomach. And when the doe appears, prancing out the door with her head held high, Harry’s arousal only increases.
He watches expectantly as the doe ambles closer, strokes himself harder and adds a twist at the head while waiting for Severus’ voice to hiss at him with some interesting demand, his erection twitching under the warmth of his palm. God, he loves Severus’ voice. Instead the doe walks closer, until Harry can feel the residual warmth of the Patronus blossoming against his thigh, watching intently as Harry’s breath stutters.
Then she bows her head, and a thin, transparent tongue gently licks the purpled tip of Harry’s erection
The doe’s tongue is warm and silky, a whisper of a touch, like the feeling of Severus’ hair brushing against him as he breathes the scent of Harry in before sucking his erection into his mouth. But unlike a blowjob, there is no warning, no delicious anticipation making Harry’s stomach quiver. Instead there is the warm feelings of love and affection and security, the tingle of magic against his erection, the sensation of Severus’ protection wrapping around him.
Really, it’s too much. Harry’s orgasm sneaks up on him, arousal rushing through him, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the sight of the doe in order to remember to breathe. The unexpected naughtiness of the gesture exponentially increases Harry’s arousal, the delicate tickling against the sensitive head of his cock proving far too stimulating to ignore. Harry’s back arches, a choked noise of surprise the only warning before he is pulsing messily against his own stomach.
Harry lies back against the hammock, staring at the doe with wild eyes as he pants and trembles through his afterglow. The doe seems faintly embarrassed, lowering her head and pawing at the ground before dissipating. Harry can’t help the bubble of laughter rising up and making his whole body shake with joy.
“SNAPE! You bloody pervert!”
“I beg your pardon?”
And there he is, leaning against the doorframe in his buttoned-up robes, face pale even mid-summer from a day spent arguing with the board and preparing for the next year of school, hair lank and sweaty around his face. He looks hot and irritated and vaguely smug, gaze sweeping over Harry’s naked, reclined body with a look that has Harry’s half-hard cock twitching hopefully.
“Your Patronus,” Harry says in amusement, stretching his arms lazily over his head and resuming his swinging. Severus’ gaze drops instantly to Harry’s thighs and Harry watches those dark eyes ignite with lust and revels in the feeling of his own sexuality. “She decided to taste me,” he lets his hand drop, palming his cock. “The first female to put her tongue on me in over twenty years.”
“My doe did no such thing!” Severus sounds affronted. Even so, his eyes narrow with jealousy at Harry’s off-hand comment, and he shrugs out of his robe, tossing it on the back of a lounge chair. Underneath he’s wearing black trousers and a buttoned-up, long-sleeved white collared shirt. Harry shakes his head at the layers Severus is always so careful to build around himself, and undoes the buttons with a flick of his wrist and a murmured spell.
A single eyebrow arches at the gesture and then Severus is next to him, climbing onto the hammock in a movement far too graceful to be natural. Harry brings his leg up, wraps it around Severus’ waist, and lets a whispered spell keep them rocking. He feels hot and sticky and sweaty, and Severus feels warm and solid on top of him. He should add to Harry’s feeling of discomfort, but after the Patronus...
Harry rests his head against Severus’ throat. “I missed you today.”
“Did you? Doubtful. You probably spent the entirety of your day lounging about the house like a lazy sloth.” The way Severus’ arms tighten around Harry is almost convulsive, too tight. Harry thinks of a boa constrictor preparing for a kill and knows that whatever upset Severus today, he is not in the mood to be toyed with.
But after fifteen years of marriage, Harry knows exactly the kind of teasing that is guaranteed to bring Severus out of his funk. So he lets his leg caress up and down the clothed portion of Severus’ thigh, feels the fabric bunch and rub and warm against their skin. Lets his fingers slide through the cooling come on his stomach, and lifts a finger to paint the mess onto Severus’ lips. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he licks every drop from those thin lips, biting teasingly until Severus’ mouth opens on a groan and Harry is pressed back tightly into the hammock. The rope of the hammock is spelled against chafing, but the texture of it against his sweaty skin makes Harry moan and forget he’s supposed to be teasing.
“I missed you today,” Harry repeats, pulling back enough to pant the words out, tugging Severus’ shirt off of his shoulders.
Severus doesn’t say anything in return, but his eyes go soft and he allows Harry to divest him of his shirt and unbutton his trousers. And when he kisses Harry again, it is gentle and possessive. Harry smiles in between kisses, lets his eyes flutter shut, and knows Severus missed him too.