necromanticnoir (necromanticnoir) wrote in snarry100, @ 2009-12-12 23:52:00 |
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Current mood: | bouncy |
Entry tags: | challenge 192: jingle bells |
Title: I Can Hear The Bells
Author: necromanticnoir
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 x 5
Warnings: Excessive jingling during intercourse
Challenge: 192 - Jingle Bells
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, they are the property of JK Rowling and no money is being made.
Summary: Snape knew Potter was around somewhere because, whenever he moved, he jingled.
Hope you enjoy! ;) x
I Can Hear The Bells…
Snape knew Potter was around somewhere because, whenever he moved, he jingled.
“Potter?” he snapped, throwing down his cloak fiercely. Snow scattered across the carpet.
Outside, a swirling storm of white flakes was coating everything.
Inside, however, all was silent and still.
Except for the jingling.
Snape’s eyes narrowed. He crept guardedly across the hallway. There was a sudden flurry of tiny bells, and Potter’s shadow crossed the hall, running into the kitchen.
Snape followed, curious. As he entered the room, the boy smirked and bent naked over the table, sliding his ankles apart.
As he did so, he jingled.
Snape glanced down in bemusement; and saw that the young man had bells tied around his ankles.
Sleigh bells – the type one used to tap while singing Christmas carols.
There was also a strip of bells around Potter’s thigh, like a garter.
The next moment, however, and Potter was gone.
Snape heard the jingling noise going up the stairs, and removed his coat. If he were to catch Potter, who loved to play games, then he would have to be quiet.
He climbed the cottage stairs slowly, slipped into the linen cupboard at the top, and waited.
Potter wasn’t long.
“So impatient!” Snape snarled, bursting from the cupboard as soon as he heard those dratted bells tinkling past, and seizing Potter, who yelped.
Grasping him in his arms, Snape manhandled Potter – jingling all the way – into the bedroom, and threw him onto the bed.
He grabbed one of Potter’s tuneful ankles when the boy tried to escape, and pinned him down. Potter laughed, as merry a sound as the bells themselves.
“You caught me, then,” he smiled. Snape wasn’t confident about this until he had sat on Potter, so that the young man couldn’t move.
“Explain the bells,” he growled.
Potter tried to shrug, from beneath Snape’s iron grip.
“They’re festive. And they’ll jingle in time to your thrusts when you fuck me,” he purred.
Snape’s eyes gleamed. He smiled an evil smile.
Ten minutes later found Potter on his back with his legs in the air, the bells around his ankles rattling very satisfyingly in time with Snape’s merciless pounding.
“YES, yes, YES, HARD-ER!” Potter screamed, throwing his head back and clawing at Snape’s shoulder blades like a wild thing.
Still fully clothed, Snape braced himself over Potter and grunted, fucking him impossibly harder.
Potter writhed, and kissed him.
Another twenty minutes and Snape was done, and Potter was lying on his side, peering interestedly between his own legs as Snape slipped the chain of bells inside him, one by one.
Snape had his face resting on Potter’s thigh, watching quietly as his own cum slithered softly out of the boy’s – now rather full again – hole.
“I must say, I do feel festive now, although not in the way I’d imagined,” Potter smiled, stroking Snape’s hair.
Still playing with the chain, Snape snorted.
“Me also,” he murmured. “Although, I’ll never look at sleigh bells in the same way again.”