Strawberry Yields

Title: Strawberry Yields

Author: DementorDelta

Author\'s Email: DementorDelta@yahoo.com

Author\'s Notes: Posted first in my Live Journal, as a thank you to Ligeia for some adorable artwork.

Summary: Harry, Snape, strawberries--not much more than that.


\"What are you doing here?\" Snape scowled at the young, newly-graduated student at his door. \"The train left hours ago.\"

Potter, looking not even remotely contrite, leaned inside the door so that, unless Snape wanted to have an armful of Gryffindor, he\'d have to step back. Snape did step back, but he thought about it. He\'d caught a whiff of--something.

\"I know,\" Potter said, using their height difference to slide right under his chin, into the rooms Snape called home. \"I\'m sticking around for a while.\" He held out a small wicker box, the obvious source of the enticing scent.

Snape frowned. \"What have you--\" he began even as Potter began unbuckling the straw clasp and opening the lid to reveal a cache of rich red strawberries. \"Where did you get those?\" His nose twitched as the basket came closer. Strawberries were long out of season here at Hogwarts.

\"One of my quill pals, Ligeia, sent them as a graduation present.\"

He realized his fingers were drumming impatiently against the side of his leg as he resisted the urge to pluck the fattest, ripest berry from the top of the pile and sink his teeth into it. Potter, making himself quite at home, set the wicker basket on top of his worktable.

\"I couldn\'t help noticing,\" he said, leaning his hip against the table within easy reach of the basket, \"that you eat a lot of fruit with your meals.\"

He eyed the boy, considering. \"You watch me eat?\"

A languid smile edged up one corner of Potter\'s perfect berry-red mouth. \"I watch you do everything. When strawberries were in season you ate them with nearly every meal.\"

\"I do like them,\" he admitted. He\'d cast an occasional glimpse toward the Gryffindor table himself. Potter had a fondness for bananas that was almost obscene.

\"So I thought,\" Potter went on, \"that since I\'ll be hanging around for awhile I\'d make a peace offering.\" He indicated the careless heap of berries. \"Of sorts,\" he added with that same careless smile.

At his side, Snape\'s fingers curved into claws. He forced them to fist. The aroma of fresh strawberries was intoxicating. Or was that Potter?

The young man picked up the lushest berry on top of the pile and lifted it to his own lips. Only instead of biting into it, Potter traced it along the bottom edge of his mouth. \"I\'d like to feed them to you,\" he said softly, following the oval of his mouth around to the top lip. The two reds looked like they were exactly the same shade.

\"W-why?\" Snape asked, annoyed that his voice wasn\'t quite cooperating.

Thin shoulders shrugged. \"A fantasy I\'ve had. I thought this way we could both get something we wanted.\"

It sounded too easy. Forcing his fists to unclench he asked, \"How do I know you haven\'t put something in them?\" The strong scent of the fruit could be masking contact poisons or--

Wordlessly Potter bit into the lush berry, taking a little less than half before turning it toward his professor. Snape opened his mouth and allowed Potter to stick it in. Surprisingly the fruit wasn\'t cold. It was nearly warm, as though it had gone into the spelled basket directly from some sun-drenched field. Snape felt the tang slide over his tongue, as he bit down nearly to the stem. His lips brushed the damp tips of Potter\'s fingers.

\"Oh, that\'s--\" Potter began, in a near whisper. He cleared his throat and looked away, taking another strawberry and offering it with too-innocent eyes. Just before Snape\'s mouth closed over the berry, Potter\'s other hand brushed the fly of Snape\'s trousers. He took a startled step back.

\"What on earth are you doing?\"

Potter\'s stem-colored green eyes regarded him with undisguised sensual interest. Very deliberately he lifted the berry to Snape\'s lips again, but traced the bottom one exactly as he\'d done his own.

It even smelled like fresh warm fields.

He parted his lips slightly in supplication, and the pointed tip of the strawberry went in. Then came out. In again. Out again.

\"Isn\'t it obvious?\" Potter said, relinquishing Snape\'s prize. Crushing the spongy fruit in his mouth, Snape sucked it down slowly. As soon as Snape returned the spent stem, Potter set it on the counter but didn\'t reach for another berry. Instead he took a step forward, nimble fingers reaching for the buttons of Snape\'s coat.

The fruit slid down his throat even as Potter\'s diligent hands slid down the buttons. Leaving the coat open loosely Potter bent his considerable concentration to the next set of buttons on Snape\'s shirt. As soon as he\'d gotten the shirt free Potter reached for another berry.

\"Just the tip,\" he instructed softly.

He bit off the lower third of the fruit, releasing the juices, letting his lips again brush the serving fingertips. Potter made a small noise somewhere in his chest, but determinedly pulled the pulpy bit away. He went no further than Snape\'s bare chest, circling the nipple, leaving wet, fragrant trails. Mouth followed berry as Potter pulled the damp flesh ints mos mouth. Snape held his own shirt opened and watched. He released Snape\'s nipple and finished off the fruit before wrapping his slender arms around Snape\'s waist.

\"Actually my fantasy involved feeding you strawberries in bed,\" he said, obviously aiming for husky, achieving a surprisingly close approximation.

\"And I\'m supposed to bring your fantasies to…fruition?\"

Hips pressed into his, and now another sharp odor mixed in with the tangy one. \"Next time we can do that one of yours with the bananas,\" Potter went on.

\"How…presumptuous of you,\" he said, thinking perhaps Potter\'s performance with all those bananas hadn\'t been strictly coincidence.

Another shrug, made more interesting by proximity. \"I\'ll bet you taste like strawberries,\" Potter said, looking at his mouth as if mesmerized. It was no effort at all to prove him right. Tiny seeds slid across his tongue, whether from his mouth or the young man\'s he didn\'t care to analyze.

He broke them apart with an almost audible \'pop\'. The boy stumbled slightly, and put his hand willingly in his professor\'s and let himself be led into the bedroom. Snape swooped on him, pinning him to the bed with another, less pulpy kiss. He started to push Potter onto the bed but met resistance.

\"I forgot the strawberries!\"

Snape shrugged out of his dangling shirt and coat while the boy fetched his produce. Potter stood in the door and watched raptly as he finished undressing and slid into bed. He patted the bed invitingand and Potter set the basket down and got out of his own clothes with an athlete\'s grace.

Snape reached for him, but Harry plopped the strawberry basket between them. Surrendering to the boy\'s fantasy, Snape lay back on the pillow, propping his head up on one arm. His reward for his cooperation was the whole berry. He let his lips suck the rounded tip into his mouth, then slide up over the bulbous flesh until his mouth brushed against the longest finger. He let the fruit slide down his throat then let the tip of the finger follow it. He licked the pad of the finger before releasing it.

Smokey green eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. Another berry appeared in his fingers. \"Just the tip again.\"

Snape complied, watching with sensual interest as Harry used the stump to circle his own bare nipple, then leaned in to offer the glazed treat. His tongue flickered over the nipple, tasting the tangy sweetness of it. He circled it again with his slightly rough chin and heard the swift intake of breath overhead, felt it in the lungs so close to his face.

Next he took the half eaten berry from Harry\'s unresisting fingers and dragged it around his own nipple, trailing the succulent treat to the other side. Harry, sitting upright on his haunches, leaned in greedily. He finished off the strawberry, leaning over the lightly muscled back while Harry licked the trail he\'d left.

As he reached for another berry, Harry felt the motion and looked up, mouth still wet from juice. He offered it to Harry\'s damp mouth with simple instructions. \"Just the tip.\" Harry\'s eyes warmed with amusement as he bit off a bit. Snape took the squishy bulk and lowered it, perfectly aware of his audience, and swirled it around the tip of his own erection. He squeezed it slightly to mix the juice with his own pre-come.

Harry needed no further instructions, sliding down to taste the cock shortcake Snape had created. He made a long satisfied noise, arching his head back even as his hips moved forward. When he could open his eyes, he spotted the basket of berries. There were about three left. He took one and nudged the side of Harry\'s busy mouth.

\"Suck it,\" he commanded softly.

Harry panted once, then sucked the berry with exactly the same motion he\'d just used on Snape\'s cock. Using the fruit to guide the sucking mouth Snape guided Harry\'s mouth until both tips disappeared inside the greedily sucking cavern. First berry, then cockhead would disappear inside that talented mouth, wet with juice from both. He couldn\'t decide if it looked like Harry was licking two plump cocks, or two red berries.

Snape wrapped one hand around himself, watching the erotic show. Several hard strokes later he gasped out a warning to his lover.

Harry\'s fingers curled over his, taking the strawberry, letting it catch the stream of pearly come erupting from him. Snape looked down and hissed in sheer pleasure. Harry, assured of his attention, licked the come off the berry and then popped the rest into his mouth.

After his impromptu strawberries and cream, Harry shifted so he could deposit the stalk in the nearly empty casket. Then he snuggled into Snape\'s chest, his cock pressing into Snape\'s belly. \"There\'s two left.\"

\"I can\'t believe a young man of your inventiveness can\'t think of suitable use for them.\" He sucked one of Harry\'s sticky fingers into his mouth. Again he was reminded of light- dappled fields, only now his imagination added two figures frolicking among the lush ground cover.

Not that Severus Snape ever frolicked.

Eyeing Harry over his knuckle he flicked his tongue out to catch a bit of something that had dried there. The hardness rocked into him. He released the tasty finger before opening his legs. Harry caught his drift and scooted back to give him room. Snape settled his nearly soft penis out of the way, then guided Harry\'s very hard penis between his thighs before closing them tightly.

\"What\'s it to be, Mr. Potter?\" he asked even though Harry was already sliding himself in the tight tunnel his lover had created. \"Do you want to hum, or, or fuck me?\"

One leg went over his as Harry\'s hands settled on his hips, urging them to move in the rhythm Potter was creating. \"Both, I think,\" he managed. Each stroke brushed his spent ball sac, a tiny tendril of leftover sensation that was quite delicious.

\"Even you,\" he began but Potter thrust in close enough for a kiss, silencing him before he could comment about Potter\'s ambitions for the night.

\"Can do it,\" Potter managed, speeding up a bit. Snape squeezed his thigh muscles, and Harry let out a strangled cry, pushing in hard. Snape held him though his orgasm, enjoying the secondary pleasure of it.

He let Harry\'s breathing come back to normal before he slid his arms down the boy\'s bare back, letting Harry decide how much cuddling he needed. Apparently quite a bit. Potter didn\'t move for quite some time.

Harry\'s knee slid off his leg as he oozed over onto his back, chest dewed from exertion, trailing a wet trail of another kind from his softening organ.

\"I know I\'m going to regret asking this,\" he said, as sated green eyes opened slowly. \"But why exactly didn\'t you take the train this morning?\"

A very simple smile lit Potter\'s face. \"Well, I had to shag you, didn\'t I? Or have you shag me. Though I don\'t suppose technically we\'ve done either…\"

Beside him, Snape stiffened, and not in a good way. He was milliseconds away from shoving Potter off the bed, when the boy roused himself out of his contemplation of technicalities and sensed something was wrong.

\"What? You *said* we could…\"

\"If this is some sort of dare, I\'ll be sending what\'s left of you back in that wicker basket,\" he said, scrambling away from the temptation of Harry\'s naked body.

But Harry wasn\'t to be scrambled away from. He launched himself the short distance separating them, clinging until Snape\'s rigid posture relaxed. \"I stayed because I\'ve been wanting this for ages. Don\'t tell me you haven\'t noticed.\" He pulled back enough to look into Snape\'s face. \"I’m not *that* fond of bananas.\"

Whatever he saw on Snape\'s face must have reassured him because he plopped back onto the pillows, legs splayed haphazardly, knees akimbo. He was, Snape reflected, more comfortable naked in a strange bed, than Snape was in his own.

\"Come back and cuddle,\" Harry beckoned.

\"I don\'t…\" he began, but Harry cut him off.

\"You were about to,\" the young man said invitingly, \"until I\'m ready for another go.\" Heedless of his lack of invitation, Harry snaked back into his arms. \"Which wouldn\'t be very long at all if you were to kiss me a bit.\"

Snape got the hint. Potter\'s mouth didn\'t taste remotely like strawberries now, but considering Snape himself had given him the new flavor, he wasn\'t all that displeased. He\'d liked smooth, nearly hairless chests, and Harry\'s had the advantage of being nicely toned. The lovely round nipple, unlike his mouth, did smell of ripe berries. He was happily working his way down Harry\'s pleasantly scented body when he felt a hand in his hair.

\"Do you have any Pectinus potion?\"

Snape looked up and saw the aroused expression, followed it over to the temporarily abandoned basket, and smiled. \"If I\'d known you were this inventive with potions, you might have caught my attention long before now.\" Potter was nuzzling his neck. \"In the cabinet. Brownish-green bottle.\"

Harry sat up and let himself be nuzzled back before sliding off the bed. Snape, not used to seeing a lover get out of bed who was intent on returning, enjoyed the view. Sure enough, Potter\'s cock was showing definite signs of interest.

\"I\'ve had your attention since the first day I got here,\" Harry said, pulling out the brown-green bottle. \"Is this the one?\" He turned but instead of returning to the bed, appeared to have frozen.

\"Do you,\" he began, only to take a deep breath and try again. \"Do you have any idea how delectable you look like that?\"

Snape smiled lazily into the pillow and lifted his ks aks a bit higher. \"That\'s the right bottle.\"

\"Something to mix it in?\" Harry asked.

He considered the possible consequences to his bedclothes, weighed them against the lovely expanse of young man standing in front of him. \"In situ, I think.\"

Harry, who\'d been hopping back onto the bed, gave a satisfied noise. \"There\'s something in the bedside drawer,\" Snape continued, enjoying the view as Potter reached over and slid open the drawer.

Pulling a smaller bottle out of the drawer, Harry eyed him slyly.JustJust the thing.\"

Even the pillows smelled slightly of strawberries as he wrapped his arms around one and opened his legs. Potter scooted the basket down and settled between his legs. Without losing too much in the way of comfort, Snape was able to watch by angling his head to look over his shoulder.

First Harry removed the stems of the two remaining berries. Then he placed them in the small of Snape\'s back. \"How much?\" he asked, taking up the brownish-green bott


\"A quick pour over each one,\" he instructed, and Potter complied. The berries dissolved to the consistency of warm jam as a heady ripe berry scent filled the air. He heard the second stopper and felt the slight trickle of more liquid warmth, the bedside lubricant, mixing with the viscous berry goo. Then fingers pooled in the potion they\'d created, swirling it down his back, over the slightly rounded globes of his bottom, plunging into the furrow between.

Strawberry coated fingers went in. Another hand trailed through the impromptu pool on his back, then reached under him, coating his balls and…

His erection. He certainly hadn\'t expected to get hard again.

\"See what a nice bit of cuddling can do,\" Harry said, sounding a trifle smug, as though Snape had voiced the thought aloud.

\"Use it all up,\" Snape said languidly as the hand withdrew. \"I don\'t want any leftovers sliding up my back.\"

He heard a ripugh.ugh. \"I don\'t think that\'ll be a problem,\" Harry said, proving it, coating him inside and out, using jam scented hands to arouse him until Snape\'s hips were digging into the bedclothes, guided by a sure hand. He pictured himself and Harry in that lush field of berries again, and he could see a cozy cottage beyond the field. With a dog. No, a cat. No, a snake.

By the time Harry eased inside him he was pushing back eagerly, begging in words of less than one syllable. Sticky hands gripped his hips, putting energy previously used for rule-breaking and evading capture into the effort. When one sticky hand slid around the slight curve of his hip, Snape grunted out a negative. \"I\'ll do it,\" he said. Potter, speeding up proportionately, didn\'t insist. He cupped his blissfully slick erection, not stroking it but letting his body\'s movement back and forth with each of Potter\'s sure thrusts, slide it through his hand.

A noise strangled out of Harry as he sped up. Snape answered with a half formed word of his own and soaked his hand. It felt so good he barely noticed the weight that had draped, vine-like onto his back.

\"What did you say?\" Harry asked, his face angled somewhere on Snape\'s shoulder. \"Cottage, sounded like.\" Potter\'s cock was making slow lazy thrusts inside him, wringing the last traces of pleasure out of him.

\"Frottage,\" Snape countered, and it appeared to satisfy the young man, or else Harry just couldn\'t summon the strength to speak. They were still moving slightly, Potter\'s belly probably acquiring the last traces from the pool on Snape\'s back. It was almost like swimming in a big basket of berries, Snape thought absurdly, but then pictured a big bathtub in the cottage by the strawberry field.

\"You know of course,\" Harry said, easing himself out with exquisite slowness, then over onto his side without actually losing much contact with his lover\'s body. \"That I\'m never getting out of this bed.\" He slid his arms into a more comfortable position. Since it made Snape more comfortable too, he didn\'t protest. \"Until you kick me out,\" he added.

\"Which I most certainly will do,\" Snape said, trying to summon a trace of his \'stern professor\' voice. He could tell by the dreamy, sated expression that the most he\'d achieved was more like \'just sexed and trying not to sound too pleased about it\'.

\"Not just yet, though,\" Harry said. He made a saucy move with his hips. \"Maybe not for awhile?\"

Snape pretended to consider it. \"I suppose that depends on how well you learned your cleaning spells.\"

A groan from beside him. \"Seven years of the finest wizard education available, and it all boils down to whether I can clean up semen.\" A kiss landed on his upper arm. \"And strawberries.\" He heard a laugh somewhere between a giggle and something less dignified. He felt the unexpectedly gentle touch of magic over his skin. If nothing else Potter *had* learned his cleaning spells well.

Harry snuggled back against him, and Snape was surprised to still be able to smell strawberries. \"That\'s good stuff,\" Potter said from somewhere near his chest. \"Is that what you use?\"

Long legs tangled with his own. \"I hardly think asking me about my masturbatory habits is suitable conversation for a first date,\" he said.

\"First?\" There was a bit of something red clinging to Harry\'s shoulder. \"Does that mean there\'ll be a second?\"

Snape leaned over and licked the tiny bit of pulp off Harry\'s shoulder. \"You, er, did mention something about bananas?\"