Midnight Snack
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Adult ++
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5,081
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1
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Midnight Snack
Title: Midnight Snack
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rums cakes and spice and everything nice.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Chan, inebriation [drunkenness], so that would mean dubious consent.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For cbspacecowboy who requested – Harry/Snape; rum, fumble, in a hallway.
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Rum cake comes in many flavors. There\'s chocolate and vanilla and coco. Chocolate is Harry\'s favorite as he tries a piece of each and then another and another. The house elves, seeing the blissful way he consumes each piece, load up his arms and the pockets of his robes with the sweet cakes.
It is after-hours and Harry is alone, walking to the Gryffindor dormitory when Snape\'s dark shadow blocks his way. He is mildly startled, but does not stop nibbling on the pastry ring around his index finger. Vaguely he remembers that the situation is an unfavorable one, but at that particular moment he cannot think of the reason why.
\"Potter.\" The word bounces off the naked walls. It might\'ve held a bit more venom in it, if Snape had not been avidly following the way Harry\'s white teeth bit into the cake before the morsel disappeared between moist lips. The boy is smiling in a peculiar manner.
It amuses Harry for some reason, to see Snape gaping at him as he swallows. The cake tastes wonderful and rich on his tongue even if it does seem a bit dry. His head feels wondrously light and there is an excited buzz all through his limbs. He hasn\'t felt this carefree in quite a while.
Snape swallows in sympathy, his own throat feeling a bit on the dry side. He cannot rightly think of the words in which to berate Potter for wondering around so late, obviously after having sneaked down to the kitchens.
Gathering himself up, Snape tries to regain his composure and tries to hiss more convincingly, \"Potter.\" Harry shakes with silent laughter; his name is whispered so low that it\'s almost impossible to hear it.
Growling, Snape steps closer, seizing the insolent brat by the front of his robes and pushing him against a stone wall. He leans in to debase him and gets a whiff of rum. He immediately realises the cause of this strange and uncharacteristic behavior.
Harry swipes at the imaginary crumbs on his lips and wets them with his tongue. Snape gasps, tantalized by the soft, pink tongue and shiny lips. Harry does not resist when Snape kisses him, swiping a hot tongue through his sweet, sticky mouth, unmindful of the glasses pressing into his skin. He feels Snape shudder against him at the taste. Addictive.
The rum cakes fall from Harry\'s arms when he puts his palms against Snape\'s shoulders. Snape is towering over him, bent and gaunt and pressed too tightly to him. He acutely feels the cold stones pressed against his back and the hot body at his front making his knees quiver.
At first, Snape fumbles, trying to undo the school robes, loops and buttonholes – a mess under his fingers. When he reaches the loose clothes that Harry has on underneath, he puzzles over them for a moment, before greedily sliding the belt buckles apart. Without any coaxing, the loose trousers slide to the ground.
Eyes greedily drinking their fill, Snape moves his thumbs over the bony hips, then slides off the threadbare pants. The boy is partly aroused, Snape is pleased to see. He holds Harry pinned with his gaze as with his hand, working him to incoherency, all the while keeping his eyes on the boy\'s, which are murky with rum and arousal, glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
He slides to his knees, one hand pressed to his chest, the other gripping his hip. Snape is careful when he takes the boy into his mouth. Unmindful of the yowl of pleasure, he continues sucking on him, almost sure he can taste the rum in him. It is rewarding to have him whine desperately, trying to thrust more firmly into the hot, all-enveloping mouth. The boy\'s hands are opening and closing in Snape\'s hair. He bows his back and his head thuds against the wall. The seed that spills into his mouth is bitter. Smiling inwardly, he draws up and kisses Harry, who\'s still gasping for sweet air.
With a start, Harry feels the warm liquid sliding into his mouth and down his throat. Deliriously, he thinks \"milk...\" With convulsive jerks, he swallows.
Pulling away, Snape watches with a keen eye, noting that Potter still looks dazed, licking his lips. He looks thoroughly ravished. Snape pries and coaxes Harry to turn, one flushed cheek pressing against the wall. The boy almost stumbles, trousers and underwear wound around his legs.
It sends a shiver down Snape\'s spine to hear the frush of cloth as he lifts Potter\'s robes. Though thin, Potter seems to have some meat on him and Snape slides his hand over the curve of his buttocks, feeling the shift of muscles in the lean back and hears a plaintive whimper. He almost draws back and disappears into the shadows. Almost.
His wand hand is steady as he murmurs the necessary spells; would not want to maim the child, even if not much else would give him greater pleasure. The Gryffindor squirms becomingly and Snape bites back a moan, pushing into the slick hole with relish. It is most sublime and, for a while, Snape can forget just who he is pushing repeatedly up against the wall; slow in the beginning, desperate for it all by the end.
With a choked cry, Snape comes, his own knees weak. Hastily, he cleans them both up, hands quick, not fumbling anymore. Potter is quite, hiccupping occasionally.
Unable to resist, Snape leans in for a last kiss. Harry smiles benignly into it. When Snape leaves him to himself, he reaches into his robes and, upon finding a crushed piece of cake, chews on it delightedly.
End
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rums cakes and spice and everything nice.
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Warning: Chan, inebriation [drunkenness], so that would mean dubious consent.
Notes: Part of my \"Challenge Me\" experiment. For cbspacecowboy who requested – Harry/Snape; rum, fumble, in a hallway.
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Rum cake comes in many flavors. There\'s chocolate and vanilla and coco. Chocolate is Harry\'s favorite as he tries a piece of each and then another and another. The house elves, seeing the blissful way he consumes each piece, load up his arms and the pockets of his robes with the sweet cakes.
It is after-hours and Harry is alone, walking to the Gryffindor dormitory when Snape\'s dark shadow blocks his way. He is mildly startled, but does not stop nibbling on the pastry ring around his index finger. Vaguely he remembers that the situation is an unfavorable one, but at that particular moment he cannot think of the reason why.
\"Potter.\" The word bounces off the naked walls. It might\'ve held a bit more venom in it, if Snape had not been avidly following the way Harry\'s white teeth bit into the cake before the morsel disappeared between moist lips. The boy is smiling in a peculiar manner.
It amuses Harry for some reason, to see Snape gaping at him as he swallows. The cake tastes wonderful and rich on his tongue even if it does seem a bit dry. His head feels wondrously light and there is an excited buzz all through his limbs. He hasn\'t felt this carefree in quite a while.
Snape swallows in sympathy, his own throat feeling a bit on the dry side. He cannot rightly think of the words in which to berate Potter for wondering around so late, obviously after having sneaked down to the kitchens.
Gathering himself up, Snape tries to regain his composure and tries to hiss more convincingly, \"Potter.\" Harry shakes with silent laughter; his name is whispered so low that it\'s almost impossible to hear it.
Growling, Snape steps closer, seizing the insolent brat by the front of his robes and pushing him against a stone wall. He leans in to debase him and gets a whiff of rum. He immediately realises the cause of this strange and uncharacteristic behavior.
Harry swipes at the imaginary crumbs on his lips and wets them with his tongue. Snape gasps, tantalized by the soft, pink tongue and shiny lips. Harry does not resist when Snape kisses him, swiping a hot tongue through his sweet, sticky mouth, unmindful of the glasses pressing into his skin. He feels Snape shudder against him at the taste. Addictive.
The rum cakes fall from Harry\'s arms when he puts his palms against Snape\'s shoulders. Snape is towering over him, bent and gaunt and pressed too tightly to him. He acutely feels the cold stones pressed against his back and the hot body at his front making his knees quiver.
At first, Snape fumbles, trying to undo the school robes, loops and buttonholes – a mess under his fingers. When he reaches the loose clothes that Harry has on underneath, he puzzles over them for a moment, before greedily sliding the belt buckles apart. Without any coaxing, the loose trousers slide to the ground.
Eyes greedily drinking their fill, Snape moves his thumbs over the bony hips, then slides off the threadbare pants. The boy is partly aroused, Snape is pleased to see. He holds Harry pinned with his gaze as with his hand, working him to incoherency, all the while keeping his eyes on the boy\'s, which are murky with rum and arousal, glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
He slides to his knees, one hand pressed to his chest, the other gripping his hip. Snape is careful when he takes the boy into his mouth. Unmindful of the yowl of pleasure, he continues sucking on him, almost sure he can taste the rum in him. It is rewarding to have him whine desperately, trying to thrust more firmly into the hot, all-enveloping mouth. The boy\'s hands are opening and closing in Snape\'s hair. He bows his back and his head thuds against the wall. The seed that spills into his mouth is bitter. Smiling inwardly, he draws up and kisses Harry, who\'s still gasping for sweet air.
With a start, Harry feels the warm liquid sliding into his mouth and down his throat. Deliriously, he thinks \"milk...\" With convulsive jerks, he swallows.
Pulling away, Snape watches with a keen eye, noting that Potter still looks dazed, licking his lips. He looks thoroughly ravished. Snape pries and coaxes Harry to turn, one flushed cheek pressing against the wall. The boy almost stumbles, trousers and underwear wound around his legs.
It sends a shiver down Snape\'s spine to hear the frush of cloth as he lifts Potter\'s robes. Though thin, Potter seems to have some meat on him and Snape slides his hand over the curve of his buttocks, feeling the shift of muscles in the lean back and hears a plaintive whimper. He almost draws back and disappears into the shadows. Almost.
His wand hand is steady as he murmurs the necessary spells; would not want to maim the child, even if not much else would give him greater pleasure. The Gryffindor squirms becomingly and Snape bites back a moan, pushing into the slick hole with relish. It is most sublime and, for a while, Snape can forget just who he is pushing repeatedly up against the wall; slow in the beginning, desperate for it all by the end.
With a choked cry, Snape comes, his own knees weak. Hastily, he cleans them both up, hands quick, not fumbling anymore. Potter is quite, hiccupping occasionally.
Unable to resist, Snape leans in for a last kiss. Harry smiles benignly into it. When Snape leaves him to himself, he reaches into his robes and, upon finding a crushed piece of cake, chews on it delightedly.
End