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In which Severus accepts Harry’s treatment
03/08/08 - oops, sorry about the delay, but the bunny went off and did not want to return. I tried carrots, and lettuce and promises of hot bunny sex partners for it, but it wasn't interested.
Anyway, I have now managed to get this chapter updated. And, in other news, two chapters of Low Man Is Due have recently been updated too. Please read and review! And review this, pretty please! SP
Chapter Eight: In which Severus accepts Harry’s treatment
Harry slumped down in a chair, idly rubbing his stomach. As yet his pregnant state wasn’t really obvious, although it seemed so to him. His nipples were constantly hard and sore, even rubbing against clothes all day made them ache. Sadly, Severus was very attracted to the hard nubs and insisted on tormenting Harry when they were in bed. Sometimes Harry had wanted to scream at Severus to stop, but the arousal he inevitably felt silenced his tongue.
On the table beside him was a rolled up magazine. The owls at Hogwarts knew to just leave post in their chambers if they were out and about, especially since the little incident of the sex toys.
Harry giggled to himself as he remembered Severus having a large box dumped in his lap during breakfast in the Great Hall one morning, the bright pink label proclaiming loudly “Wizard Sex Toys: They’re magic!”
Harry would never have believed that his stoic lover could have blushed as pink as that label, but he did, and, clutching the box, he had raced from the room, pretending not to hear the catcalls and laughter that followed after him.
Idly, Harry glanced at the rolled up magazine. He could just make out part of the title: “Pregn-” and guessed it was a publication designed to help him. Smiling softly to himself at Severus’ thoughtfulness, he reached out a hand for it.
A sound at the door arrested his movement.
Snape burst through the door, black robes billowing, steam literally rising from his black hair, dark eyes flashing dangerously.
“Not again!” Harry cried as he took in his irate partner.
“Yes!” growled Severus, slapping his robes vigorously, daring Harry to start sniggering. “Why do I give that demon’s spawn detentions? Every time I do I end up needing treatment.”
The younger man cocked an eyebrow inexpertly at the last comment. “Treatment? Anything I can help with?”
“Your potion skills are hardly…” Severus trailed off as his brain processed Harry’s tone of voice, “I think I could find a way for you to help me.”
He prowled, there was no other word for it, towards the younger man. His robe was quickly shoved from his shoulders to the floor, and he began flicking open the buttons on his frock coat.
Harry swallowed hard, as he always did at the sight of his lover. He felt aroused and calm and passionate and relaxed all at the same time. Severus did that to him, and he loved the other man for it.
“Touch me,” he whispered, silently closing the gap between them, “I’ll die if you don’t.”
Severus reached out an unsteady hand and stroked one finger down the side of Harry’s face. The younger man closed his eyes, a shuddering gasp breaking from him.
The potions master leaned in for a kiss, heart beating desperately with the need he felt for this young man. This man who carried his child. It made his heart squeeze in fear and his soul ache with pride as he considered that – his offspring. A son or daughter. And Harry was carrying it, willingly, loving it. Loving the sensation of being able to bring into the world proof of their love.
Severus caught himself descending into romantic nonsense and reeled himself in sharply. He loved the other, he admitted that to himself, and sometimes to Harry, but he wasn’t going to let his partner witness his ridiculously soppy moments.
His lips grazed the soft cheek he had just stroked before alighting on Harry’s mouth. He pressed his lips to his lover’s, and waited for the sigh he knew would come.
It did.
He slid his tongue between the rosy lips, sampling again Harry’s taste and texture. He pulled the Defence teacher’s body against his, loving the feel of the hard cock pressing against his own throbbing length. He rolled his hips, knowing Harry adored it.
Harry clutched tightly to Severus, moaning with pleasure at the movement. “Oh, fuck me!” Harry panted, pulling his lips free for a moment, before diving back in.
Lucius, once again disguised as Studdy, stood in the shadows and watched, his body burning with need.
Those bastards! They must wait until I visit them! He thought bitterly as a particualryl loud moan reached his flapping ears.
He was deeply irritated as the plan he had carefully worked out was being ruined by their unexpected (and thoroughly annoying) shagging. How on earth was he meant to see how Severus reacted when the man insisted on buggering his partner?
Regretfully, he disapparated back to his arrival spot and then left Hogwarts to return to the mansion. He would just have to try again next month.
Anyway, I have now managed to get this chapter updated. And, in other news, two chapters of Low Man Is Due have recently been updated too. Please read and review! And review this, pretty please! SP
Chapter Eight: In which Severus accepts Harry’s treatment
Harry slumped down in a chair, idly rubbing his stomach. As yet his pregnant state wasn’t really obvious, although it seemed so to him. His nipples were constantly hard and sore, even rubbing against clothes all day made them ache. Sadly, Severus was very attracted to the hard nubs and insisted on tormenting Harry when they were in bed. Sometimes Harry had wanted to scream at Severus to stop, but the arousal he inevitably felt silenced his tongue.
On the table beside him was a rolled up magazine. The owls at Hogwarts knew to just leave post in their chambers if they were out and about, especially since the little incident of the sex toys.
Harry giggled to himself as he remembered Severus having a large box dumped in his lap during breakfast in the Great Hall one morning, the bright pink label proclaiming loudly “Wizard Sex Toys: They’re magic!”
Harry would never have believed that his stoic lover could have blushed as pink as that label, but he did, and, clutching the box, he had raced from the room, pretending not to hear the catcalls and laughter that followed after him.
Idly, Harry glanced at the rolled up magazine. He could just make out part of the title: “Pregn-” and guessed it was a publication designed to help him. Smiling softly to himself at Severus’ thoughtfulness, he reached out a hand for it.
A sound at the door arrested his movement.
Snape burst through the door, black robes billowing, steam literally rising from his black hair, dark eyes flashing dangerously.
“Not again!” Harry cried as he took in his irate partner.
“Yes!” growled Severus, slapping his robes vigorously, daring Harry to start sniggering. “Why do I give that demon’s spawn detentions? Every time I do I end up needing treatment.”
The younger man cocked an eyebrow inexpertly at the last comment. “Treatment? Anything I can help with?”
“Your potion skills are hardly…” Severus trailed off as his brain processed Harry’s tone of voice, “I think I could find a way for you to help me.”
He prowled, there was no other word for it, towards the younger man. His robe was quickly shoved from his shoulders to the floor, and he began flicking open the buttons on his frock coat.
Harry swallowed hard, as he always did at the sight of his lover. He felt aroused and calm and passionate and relaxed all at the same time. Severus did that to him, and he loved the other man for it.
“Touch me,” he whispered, silently closing the gap between them, “I’ll die if you don’t.”
Severus reached out an unsteady hand and stroked one finger down the side of Harry’s face. The younger man closed his eyes, a shuddering gasp breaking from him.
The potions master leaned in for a kiss, heart beating desperately with the need he felt for this young man. This man who carried his child. It made his heart squeeze in fear and his soul ache with pride as he considered that – his offspring. A son or daughter. And Harry was carrying it, willingly, loving it. Loving the sensation of being able to bring into the world proof of their love.
Severus caught himself descending into romantic nonsense and reeled himself in sharply. He loved the other, he admitted that to himself, and sometimes to Harry, but he wasn’t going to let his partner witness his ridiculously soppy moments.
His lips grazed the soft cheek he had just stroked before alighting on Harry’s mouth. He pressed his lips to his lover’s, and waited for the sigh he knew would come.
It did.
He slid his tongue between the rosy lips, sampling again Harry’s taste and texture. He pulled the Defence teacher’s body against his, loving the feel of the hard cock pressing against his own throbbing length. He rolled his hips, knowing Harry adored it.
Harry clutched tightly to Severus, moaning with pleasure at the movement. “Oh, fuck me!” Harry panted, pulling his lips free for a moment, before diving back in.
Lucius, once again disguised as Studdy, stood in the shadows and watched, his body burning with need.
Those bastards! They must wait until I visit them! He thought bitterly as a particualryl loud moan reached his flapping ears.
He was deeply irritated as the plan he had carefully worked out was being ruined by their unexpected (and thoroughly annoying) shagging. How on earth was he meant to see how Severus reacted when the man insisted on buggering his partner?
Regretfully, he disapparated back to his arrival spot and then left Hogwarts to return to the mansion. He would just have to try again next month.