Sense Memory

Title: Sense Memory

Author: DementorDelta

Author\'s Email: DementorDelta@yahoo.com

Warnings: Explicit rimming, with a food substance.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: PWP, Rimming, For Diagonalist, who wanted some nice slow rimming. In a fic, I mean.

Author\'s Notes: Thanks to Diagonalist for the suggestions, and to the Amazing Isis for the beta.

\"Guh!\" Harry gasped, hips digging into the sheets while his cock spurted hesslessly like a teenager\'s. The oral assault going on behind him in his arse didn\'t let up a stroke even while he was bucking into the stroking fingers.

\"Damn it, Severus, I told you I didn\'t want to come yet!\" he groaned into the pillow, his traitorous prick still humping Severus\' hand as deft fingers slicked his own come on his still-interested cock. He could almost feel the testosterone shooting through his veins, carbonating his other hormones.

\"Don\'t worry, you\'ll be coming again,\" said the amused voice behind him, face buried between Harry\'s muscular thighs and deeper between the still shuddering halves of his arse. A come-slick finger traced over the ridge of his relaxing balls and up his spread cleft. Harry heard an exaggerated sucking noise and lifted his head so he could see what his infuriatingly sexy lover was up to now. Severus\' longest finger, the one that had swirled through Harry\'s own semen, was disappearing into his mouth. Then, aware of the scrutiny, Severus dropped his head back as if deep throating the finger.

\"Besides,\" Severus said, after giving the finger several good thrusts, \"Begging me not to let you come yet only counts if you can form a complete sentence.\" Levering himself up, Severus poured kisses into the small of Harry\'s dewy back, then lapped them up, working his way back down between the taut globes of Harry\'s arse.

\"Who can form coherent sentences when you\'re doing that?\" Harry murmured, eagerly pushing back against the tongue that slithered inside him. The erection, that he had never quite lost, swelled in agreement.

Then Severus was doing that thing with his tongue, thrusting it inside him with the same rhythm he would use later when replacing tongue with cock, and Harry whimpered into the pillow, knowing what was coming next -- aside, of course, for himself, as Severus had promised. His prick had a good idea too, pulsing in anticipation.

One of his lover\'s fingers eased inside him, just under the laving tongue. Harry suddenly remembered exactly why it had been so difficult to form complete sentences before.

\"Can\'t…\" he panted, even knowing Severus would delight in proving him wrong.
\"You will.\" The voice ghosted over his body, making him shiver with anticipation and desire, but he didn\'t see how Severus could have said it with his mouth occupied. Just. Like. That.

His hormones, in gleeful anticipation, had started singing a bloodstream borne version of \'Let\'s Hear It For the Boy\'. The disco version. The one with the throbbing backbeat.

It was much, much later when they started singing \'Beast of Burden\' as Harry was fiercely pinned to the bed, bearing the furiously pounding weight of his lover on his back that he thought his hormones\' musical taste, much like Harry himself, was very, very gay.

Harry collapsed in a delightfully sticky heap underneath Severus, parts of whom, Harry was fairly sure, were still twitching. Breaths -- heavy, hot and probably slightly damp -- huffed into the hair behind his ear while Severus came back to himself. Harry, feeling quite generous after not one, but two more skillfully extracted orgasms, gave him all the time he needed.

Eventually the breaths slowed and the solid weight on his back stirred. \"You okay?\" Severus whispered muzzily, mouth still very close to Harry\'s ear.

Gently Harry rubbed the side of his head against Severus\' face. \"Three spectacular orgasms by the wizarding world\'s most devoted lover, and you have to ask?\"

A soft chuckle, as he\'d hoped, vibrated the lean chest resting on his back. \"*Just* the wizarding world?\" Severus asked, easing both out of and off of Harry\'s body. Harry immediately nuzzled in for a languid post-coital kiss, enjoying the shivery joy of knowing exactly where that tongue had been for the better part of an hour.

\"So, what did you do, sacrifice a virgin to the gods of rimming?\" he asked, settling below Severus\' outstretched arm.

\"Liked that, did you?\" his lover replied easily, though Harry had given him quantifiable, measurable lickable proof that he had indeed liked it. Three times.

\"Are you ever going to tell me how you got so good at it?\" he asked, then frowned, feeling the man holding him tense. Not much, but they were so close that Harry noticed. They\'d agreed fairly early on not to discuss past lovers. Harry, who still rejoiced that this man had seen past the rather shallow child he\'d been and welcomed him into his bed, hurried to clarify.

\"You don\'t have to tell me *who* you did to get so good, just how.\" Beside him, Severus stretched, a sign that the slight indiscretion had been forgiven. Fingers stroked into his hair--another sign, better this time.

\"You know that pumpkin butter I\'m so fond of?\" Severus asked finally and Harry chuckled.

\"God, yes. It used to make me hard when I was a student, watching you lick it off your fingers. Still does, sometimes, when you really go at it.\"

\"You mean when I know you\'re watching?\" Severus asked archly.

It was no more than Harry had expected, but he made a token protest. \"You evil old sod.\"

One irretrievably stained finger swirled in a creamy white blob on Harry\'s shoulder. \"That insult is remarkably ineffective considering what we just did.\" Severus sniffed the end of his now-coated finger as if testing it.

\"Mine or yours?\" Harry asked, curious.

\"Yours,\" Severus said before sucking the finger clean.

\"You--\" Harry sputtered. \"You can tell that by the smell?\" He\'d heard rumors about Severus\' nose as far back as his student days.

\"Don\'t be an idiot,\" Severus said, but unlike the old days, there was no malice in it. \"My angle was all wrong.\" His hand ruffed Harry\'s hair affectionately. \"And I\'m fairly certain I licked it all off your back.\" There was a vein of warmth and sensual interest in his voice but both of them were too spent to mine it.

\"Mmmm,\" Harry agreed, tempted for that moment to follow his lover down the drowsy path. Then Harry turned so he was on his side, still pillowed by Severus\' pale arm. \"So, you were telling me about this pumpkin butter,\" he prompted.

As he\'d suspected, his lover\'s eyes had drifted closed. \"Oh,\" Severus said, then colored slightly. \"To overcome my initial reluctance,\" he began.

Harry smiled at the flush along the cheek he could see from this angle. \"Why would you be reluctant to put practically your whole tongue up someone\'s arse?\" he asked, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Severus was fully awake again. \"It worked. As I recall I used quite a bit of it, nearly everywhere. After that one time I had a bit less reluctance.\"

Harry smiled. \"Enthusiasm, even.\"

\"Just so. I could almost still smell the pumpkin butter.\" Severus\' voice had thickened as though he was drifting off again.

\"So, if I wanted to be as good as you at it, I should just slather you with pumpkin butter?\" he asked, nose wrinkling slightly. He enjoyed pumpkin products as much as the next wizard, but couldn\'t say that particular by-product was especially motivating.

This time Severus answered with his eyes closed and H whi whispered the spell to douse the lights. \"Find something you can\'t wait to lick off my body, and *out* of my body. You\'ll get the hang of it.\"

The next morning the challenge was definitely on Harry\'s mind as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall together. Everyone by now knew that Professor Potter lived with Professor Snape, and they\'d finally given up the polite fiction of separate quarters just this year.

When Harry\'s eyes lit on the pewter bumblebee-shaped honey dispenser, he felt his eyes glaze over at the idea of coating his lover in oozing, dripping honey. Discreetly he bumped Severus\' elbow, lifted the bee and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Severus sniffed. \"Too sticky.\"

That evening at dinner, while spooning out a portion of trifle, Harry scooped a generous bit of the strawberry layer out and, once he had Severus\' attention, lifted the spoon upright and licked it as erotically as possible.

\"They give me hives,\" was his only response.

The next morning at breakfast Harry watched his bed partner lavishly spread creamy pumpkin butter on his toast and take an all-too-innocent bite. Clearly the challenge had not been forgotten.

Inspiration struck a few hours later at lunch. Sunday lunches usually included ice cream afterward, and today was no different. Harry ate desultorily, then fiddled with the melting treat. He spooned a bit of the soupy stuff in the bottom and let it pour back into the bowl, visualizing the erotic possibility.

\"Don\'t even think about it,\" came the voice from beside him and Harry sighed. \"Your imagination is as uninspired as your appetite,\" Severus went on quietly, pushing the small pitcher of chocolate sauce toward Harry.

\"Got anything planned for this afternoon?\" Harry asked, sotto voce, his hand brushing the one still around the sauce pitcher.

\"Being plundered,\" Severus whispered, leaning over very close.

Harry shivered slightly. \"Meet you downstairs.\" His first stop was the kitchens, where he was ably assisted in finding the right sort of container for his mission, which though he didn\'t specify, was deemed important enough to grant him custody of one of the empty bumblebee-shaped bottles now commandeered to hold Hogwarts\' own chocolate sauce. Harry\'s mouth was already watering.

His lover was propped up in bed, reading, though to judge by the bare chest, probably naked under the covers. Taking off his square-shaped reading glasses, Severus frowned irritably. \"What did you do, make yourself another sundae?\"

Already stripping, Harry put the bee on the bedside table. \"Couldn\'t just bring the whole vat you know, unless you\'d like me to bathe you in the stuff.\"

\"Not in your wildest dreams,\" Severus said, placing a needle-point cloth snake bookmarker between the pages and setting the book aside.

Naked, Harry slipped in beside him, wrapping his arms around his lover\'s neck for a welcoming kiss. This, at least, Harry thought, as Severus made that little needy noise, he was already good at. They were soon doing what Harry loved best, tangling and untangling on the wide bed, not in a futile quest for dominance, but just to press against each other with luxurious urgency. He loved feeling Severus get hard, loved hearing his breath speeding up, loved feeling hands touching him as though they could never get enough.

Slapping Severus\' arse playfully he said, \"On your stomach, or I\'ll forget I\'m trying to learn something here.\" Severus, who had ended up on his back at the foot of the bed looked up with anticipation.

\"Ever impatient,\" the older man said, sitting up and brushing a light kiss across Harry\'s mouth while Harry himself was resisting the urge to suck the kiss right back. Telling himself to be strong, he let himself drink in the sight of his long-legged lover spread out on his belly, arms wrapped around one of the pillows.

Severus had a great body and probably would for many more years, having a lithe sort of musculature, not readily showcased by current wizard fashion. A strong, spare back tapering down to lean hips and a narrow waist. And an arse, not as well rounded as Harry\'s own, but with its own sort of delights, as Harry had reason to know. Plunderable delights, Harry reminded himself, reaching for the chocolate sauce.

He meant to start where Severus always did, at the top of his spine, and toward that end tipped the bee pitcher, hissing in displeasure when a bit more ran out than he\'d intended. Nothing to do then but lick it off.

He followed the spilled trail under the hump of one shoulder, licking in heavy strokes to get it up before it ran over onto the bed. Then Severus shifted under him and spread his legs a bit in silent plea. He used a larger dollop to start a trail down Severus\' spine and heard a murmured spell below him.

\"In case it sinks in,\" Snape said, over his shoulder, before stretching again, legs widening even further.

On hands and knees Harry licked the lush brown stain he\'d created between the sharp shoulder blades. Rich chocolate aroma overpowered any other and Harry thought Severus had probably been right about the honey.

This was much better.

Laving the chocolate off the uneven plain of his lover\'s back, Harry took his time, exploring it as if for the first time. The first time with sugary topping, anyway. Then he brushed the hair back from Severus\' neck, huffing chocolate-scented breath down.

\"How\'m I doing?\"

\"Aside from my inexplicable craving for warm cocoa, just fine,\" Severus returned, shifting again, hips undulating slightly into the mattress. Harry kissed the back of his neck, working his way down, all under Snape\'s hairline. He knew his lover was particularly sensitive back there.

Then he threw one leg over Severus\' back, grabbing the chocolate sauce. He put a steadying spell on the pitcher and ran his hands down both sides of the lean back. Feeling more confident he drizzled more drops along the top of Snape\'s back, kissing each one off, lingering to savor each drop. This way he tasted not just chocolate now, but Severus. It was intoxicating.

He worked his way lower, splattering drips down the ridges of Severus\' back, sucking each chocolate-smudged knob. Keeping the shaped pitcher in reach, he backed himself over the hillock of Snape\'s arse, straddling one leg for leverage. Spotting the shallow depression at the bottom of his back, Harry got an idea. He poured a small amount of the dark fluid, making a slight pool. Dragging his finger through it, he drew a line from the pool to the part in Severus\' arse.

Harry inhaled deeply before licking it off. He trailed another finger through it and drew a longer trail, licking and sucking the creamy sauce off every time. He could smell, even through the heavy chocolate, the heady scent of his lover\'s arousal. Body chemistry, he reflected, in a rare moment of anything but erotic contemplation, was a wonderful thing.

He slid between the V of Severus\' thighs, easing himself down carefully, pressing his own cock flat on the sheets. He\'d given it scarce thought. Yes, he wanted to come, but he wanted to drive Severus a bit mad first.

It was almost mesmerizing to drag longer and longer trails through the depleting lake of sauce, then swipe them off with his tongue. He drew a crude broomstick on one restless globe then licked it off, bristle by bristle.

\"For god\'s sake, Harry,\" Severus said, voice roughened by passion. Harry looked up suddenly, as if just remembering his lover could speak.

Harry used the distraction to replenish the pool. \"Yes?\" he asked, surprising himself with how relaxed his own voice sounded.

\"Damn it, touch me!\"

Harry drew a squiggly line down just to the top of Severus\' so far untouched opening. \"I am touching you,\" he teased. From this excellent vantage point he could see the heavy package of his lover\'s balls dipping into the sheets, hiding what Harry suspected was a particularly needy prick.

\"Impatient bugger, aren\'t you?\" he drawled, tonguing the squiggly line with an equally squiggly motion. Then without any warning he pulled the tempting sacs into his mouth. He heard the strangled cry above him just before Severus\' thighs closed around his ears. He managed to pull them taut enough to elicit another cry as the pale thighs widened.

\"Warn me next time,\" Severus said, clearly frustrated, but Harry only laughed.

\"Let me know if you really need to come,\" he said, dipping his finger in the runny chocolate again.

\"Damn you, I *do* need to come,\" his lover moaned, still moving himself against the sheets. Harry knew how it felt and only smiled.

One agile finger coated the circle of his lover\'s anus and Harry inhaled deeply before licking it off. Another circle, a bit thicker this time, and he licked more slowly, feeling the frantic muscles under his tongue quivering with pent-up need.

For good measure he kissed the luxuriant balls again, rubbing his chin over the top and through the wiry hair covering them. He kissed his way back up the smooth sensitized skin between balls and anus, alternating feather light kisses with lingering sucks.

\"Harry, please,\" Snape groaned.

Harry bit lightly on the fold of skin at the top of Severus\' leg, bringing up a reddish mark and another groan. Kisses followed, along the curve of each cheek, and little nips, while he rubbed increasingly tighter circles around the puckered opening. With each nip he would poke his finger in lightly, pulling out. Every time he pulled out Severus would hump back slightly seeking even that slight contact. Then Harry would suck all around the hole, letting Severus feel his lips up and down his crack.

He swapped it out, running the finger through the shallow pool of chocolate, coating it as he drew the trail again, not stopping until he was circling the tight ring, letting the sauce dribble inside before licking his own finger clean. Spreading the round globes wide Harry dipped in, pressing his tongue inside the moist hole, fucking it, moving his whole body with the seductive back and forth motions.

Severus moved with him, the bed bumping slightly into the stone wall with their exertions. Harry was happy to note that his lover could babble as incoherently as Harry usually did, using words like \'touch\' and \'please\' and \'godohgodohgod\', but gratifyingly enough none of the words arranged themselves in anything like a complete sentence. Which would of course meant that Harry was doing it wrong.

By now Harry was pretty sure he was doing it right. He was also pretty sure that the increased rocking had probably sloshed some of the chocolate out of the natural depression but he\'d found a perfect stroke rhythm for his tongue and he didn\'t want to break it.

All around him Severus was twisting, pushing back as though Harry\'s tongue could impale him as thoroughly as he was begging for.

He wanted very badly to fuck the accommodating hole but didn\'t want to mar his saucy creation with non-edible lube. Later, he thought in his lust-fogged state, when they did this again.

Because he was pretty sure Severus would let him do this again.

Instead he snaked his hand under the now-taut ball sac and cupped the heavy erection beneath, stroking now -- hard! -- the way he knew his lover needed. Severus bucked sharply, crying out something and dislodging Harry\'s tongue from his arse completely.

Harry milked the pulsing cock, soaking his own hand, mixing the chocolate and vanilla until the quivering flanks drifted back to the bed and a very feeling groan came out of Severus\' throat.

Squeezing the viscous strands of come between his fingers, Harry arched his back so he could coat his own neglected cock. He got up on his hands and knees and soon found out that yes, indeed, some of the chocolate had sloshed over, making russet-colored rivulets in all directions. Using the same hand he gathered up as much of it as he could and addt tot to the sticky layers on his jutting cock.

Before he could crawl back up to the head of the bed he saw Severus\' backside start to move, backing up so he could get to his knees, stretching panther-like before turning, sighting Harry like that stalking jungle cat. And pouncing.

Harry went down backwards on the bed as the greedy mouth devoured him whole. He even felt the slight retch in the back of his lover\'s throat as Severus\' throat constricted to accommodate it. Harry\'s thighs hugged the side of Severus\' head as blissful sucking noises drifted upwards. As much as he wanted it to last, wanted to feel gobbled forever, his cock had other ideas, surrendering to the furious sucking like the randy little tart it was.

They were both breathing hard by the time the dark head lifted away from Harry\'s sinking flesh. Severus\' eyes were glittering with suppressed amusement as he extended a hand to help Harry up.

\"So, it was okay?\" Harry asked with what he hoped was a smirk. He mouth seemed permanently set on \'grin\' but he thought he might be able to manage it this once.

After all, he had something to smirk about.

They were both on their knees when Severus saw the runnels of thickening chocolate on his legs, but Harry was already reaching for his wand, setting the pewter bee on the table. A quick cleaning spell later and Severus was checking to make sure the sheets were chocolate-free before dragging Harry under them.

\"Yes, it was okay,\" Severus said quietly, dropping a kiss on his forehead before settling down for some earnest hair stroking.

\"Might need more practice, though,\" Harry said, nudging his head into the long fingers. \"Pretty sure I can do it without the chocolate next time.\"

That drew a long sigh out of the man beside him. \"I\'ll enjoy watching you try not to laugh when Sunday night\'s chocolate cake is served.\"

Harry groanedven ven with the cleaning spell the lingering scent of chocolate still hovered all around the bed. The question was, could he get through the cake without getting hard? He slid his hand across Severus\' abdomen. \"And I\'ll enjoy watching you smile fondly for the next century or so every time chocolate sauce winds up on the table.\" He liked the way Severus\' face was slow to accept a smile, but when it did it was worth waiting for.

\"So, I did okay?\" Harry asked again, watching the smile edge from fond to sleepy.

\"Yeah,\" Severus said sleepily, speech slurring into informality, \"You did okay.\"