Happy Birthday, Severus Snape!: Desperation
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4,164
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8
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Happy Birthday, Severus Snape!: Desperation
lightning beta by VL, thanks hon!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, only borrowing them for my own sick pleasure!
Dreaming…darkness…lips wrapped around him…pleasure spreading through his body…muffled moans…wetness…heat…a tongue stroking him firmly…a hand cupping his balls…gently massaging…a finger stealing behind…firm pressure…desperation.
Severus Snape woke from his dream, gasping for breath as the sensations he thought he’d been dreaming of continued. A ragged, hoarse groan burst from his lips as the ghostly, seeking finger began to rub at his opening. He realised, then, that his legs were splayed open, his body begging for the pleasure it was receiving.
He tried to order his thoughts, tried to focus his normally sharp mind on who was causing the starbursts of pleasure to skitter along his nerve endings, but he could see no one in the bed with him. Something niggled at his brain when he noticed this, but right then, the finger slipped inside and the wet, hot mouth tugged upward, sucking even harder than before.
As he writhed on the bed, sheets becoming damp from the perspiration of his body, he noticed that he could not move his hands. A desperate cry was forced from him, as he wanted nothing more than to bury them in the hair of his demon lover -and it must be a demon, oh gods yes, with a mouth created from sin- and thrust upwards, and bury himself, and he wanted to come, but he wanted to hold off, to last forever, so the exquisite sensations would never end…
His head tossing on the pillow, Severus could not remember ever losing his composure so completely before, in any situation, sexual or no. He tried to regain it, but to no avail; the suddenness of the attack, the astonishing lack of foreknowledge, combined with the terrible pleasure, drove his sense of self from him, made him a mindless thing that sought only fulfillment.
With a sharp cry, his back bowed, and he came, body shaking all over, in endless spurts, the orgasm strong and bright and simply devastating. As he came down from the frightening high passion had carried him to, he heard a soft “Finite Incantatem” and the door to his bedroom opened and closed, his not so imaginary lover making a fast escape.
He leapt from the bed, nearly falling to his knees as his passion-weakened body protested his quick movement. Striding on shaky legs to the door, he jerked it open and made his way as swiftly as possible to the outer door, mindless of his nudity. Twisting the doorknob almost viciously, he pulled it open, simply knowing it was…
“Potter!” he hissed, vaguely satisfied with the shocked, open-mouthed look of horror that filled the face of his tormentor. The little idiot had collapsed against the wall outside his quarters, obviously under the delusion that Severus would not come after him.
Severus ignored the shocked noises the closest portraits were making, was frankly disgusted by the suggestions the ancient witch in the scarred oaken frame came up with, and took two menacing steps into hallway, noting with pleasure that his prey was too frightened to try to escape.
Grabbing Potter by the shoulders, he pulled him up so their faces were level, mere inches separating them. “My quarters. Now.”
Green eyes that were usually so angry when they looked at him, widened with panic and Severus noted abstractedly the bobbing of his Adam’s apple when Potter gave an audible gulp. Good. The boy should be terrified.
Severus released his hold on Potter’s shoulders but moved to block his only means of escape, ensuring he would have no choice but to walk to his doom…err, Severus’ quarters. He watched the boy -no, Severus, he’s a man now, and don’t think you can lie to yourself about how much you’ve noticed that- walk stiffly through the still open door, forgotten Invisibility Cloak dragging from one hand.
Severus stepped forward, re-entering his living space, and slammed the door behind him, smirking rather evilly as Potter jumped. Stalking up behind the boy -denial is a river, Severus, and you’re drowning in it- he wrapped one long fingered hand around his throat, squeezing gently, as he growled into his ear, “What are you playing at, Potter?”
To his everlasting shock, Potter moaned softly and melted back into him, pushing backward with his hips, attempting to nestle his taut arse into the juncture of Severus’ thighs. With a harsh gasp, Severus unwittingly tightened his hold on Potter’s throat, causing him to rise up on tip toe, a whimper of pain -or pleasure- bursting from his lips.
“Why?!” he asked again, breath catching in his throat as Potter’s head fell back, thrusting the length of his neck into Severus’ hand, eyes closed, mouth open as he gasped for air. Severus forced his hand to loosen, sighing silently as Potter’s body slid back down slowly, coming to rest once more in the curve of his own body.
“I thought…you…,” Potter said, words coming out stilted, eyes springing open to dart about the room. “I wanted to…but you don’t ever see me…and I knew this was my last chance…” The disjointed words trailed off as Potter’s teeth sank into his lower lip and his eyes closed on an expression of agony. “I’ll leave. I had intended to, anyway, to give you what you wanted for your… birthday.”
Severus stiffened in shock. “You want me?” he asked, fighting with himself not to bury his nose in Potters soft, wild hair, not to trail his lips over the warm, frantic pulse in his neck.
“Gods, yes,” Potter moaned, hands stealing behind him to wrap his fingers in Severus’ hair, tugging gently.
“Then give me what I want…for my birthday,” he whispered huskily into Potter’s -oh, it’s Harry now, you know- ear, smiling darkly at the shudder that passed through Harry’s smaller frame.
With a smothered cry, Harry withdrew shaking hands and made to step away, starting when Severus growled and jerked him back against him.
“Oh, no, you idiotic Gryffindor. What I want for my birthday is to unwrap my very own lion…”
~*~
Several hours later, a thoroughly shagged out Harry Potter rolled atop an equally debauched Severus Snape and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Happy Birthday, lover.”
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, only borrowing them for my own sick pleasure!
Dreaming…darkness…lips wrapped around him…pleasure spreading through his body…muffled moans…wetness…heat…a tongue stroking him firmly…a hand cupping his balls…gently massaging…a finger stealing behind…firm pressure…desperation.
Severus Snape woke from his dream, gasping for breath as the sensations he thought he’d been dreaming of continued. A ragged, hoarse groan burst from his lips as the ghostly, seeking finger began to rub at his opening. He realised, then, that his legs were splayed open, his body begging for the pleasure it was receiving.
He tried to order his thoughts, tried to focus his normally sharp mind on who was causing the starbursts of pleasure to skitter along his nerve endings, but he could see no one in the bed with him. Something niggled at his brain when he noticed this, but right then, the finger slipped inside and the wet, hot mouth tugged upward, sucking even harder than before.
As he writhed on the bed, sheets becoming damp from the perspiration of his body, he noticed that he could not move his hands. A desperate cry was forced from him, as he wanted nothing more than to bury them in the hair of his demon lover -and it must be a demon, oh gods yes, with a mouth created from sin- and thrust upwards, and bury himself, and he wanted to come, but he wanted to hold off, to last forever, so the exquisite sensations would never end…
His head tossing on the pillow, Severus could not remember ever losing his composure so completely before, in any situation, sexual or no. He tried to regain it, but to no avail; the suddenness of the attack, the astonishing lack of foreknowledge, combined with the terrible pleasure, drove his sense of self from him, made him a mindless thing that sought only fulfillment.
With a sharp cry, his back bowed, and he came, body shaking all over, in endless spurts, the orgasm strong and bright and simply devastating. As he came down from the frightening high passion had carried him to, he heard a soft “Finite Incantatem” and the door to his bedroom opened and closed, his not so imaginary lover making a fast escape.
He leapt from the bed, nearly falling to his knees as his passion-weakened body protested his quick movement. Striding on shaky legs to the door, he jerked it open and made his way as swiftly as possible to the outer door, mindless of his nudity. Twisting the doorknob almost viciously, he pulled it open, simply knowing it was…
“Potter!” he hissed, vaguely satisfied with the shocked, open-mouthed look of horror that filled the face of his tormentor. The little idiot had collapsed against the wall outside his quarters, obviously under the delusion that Severus would not come after him.
Severus ignored the shocked noises the closest portraits were making, was frankly disgusted by the suggestions the ancient witch in the scarred oaken frame came up with, and took two menacing steps into hallway, noting with pleasure that his prey was too frightened to try to escape.
Grabbing Potter by the shoulders, he pulled him up so their faces were level, mere inches separating them. “My quarters. Now.”
Green eyes that were usually so angry when they looked at him, widened with panic and Severus noted abstractedly the bobbing of his Adam’s apple when Potter gave an audible gulp. Good. The boy should be terrified.
Severus released his hold on Potter’s shoulders but moved to block his only means of escape, ensuring he would have no choice but to walk to his doom…err, Severus’ quarters. He watched the boy -no, Severus, he’s a man now, and don’t think you can lie to yourself about how much you’ve noticed that- walk stiffly through the still open door, forgotten Invisibility Cloak dragging from one hand.
Severus stepped forward, re-entering his living space, and slammed the door behind him, smirking rather evilly as Potter jumped. Stalking up behind the boy -denial is a river, Severus, and you’re drowning in it- he wrapped one long fingered hand around his throat, squeezing gently, as he growled into his ear, “What are you playing at, Potter?”
To his everlasting shock, Potter moaned softly and melted back into him, pushing backward with his hips, attempting to nestle his taut arse into the juncture of Severus’ thighs. With a harsh gasp, Severus unwittingly tightened his hold on Potter’s throat, causing him to rise up on tip toe, a whimper of pain -or pleasure- bursting from his lips.
“Why?!” he asked again, breath catching in his throat as Potter’s head fell back, thrusting the length of his neck into Severus’ hand, eyes closed, mouth open as he gasped for air. Severus forced his hand to loosen, sighing silently as Potter’s body slid back down slowly, coming to rest once more in the curve of his own body.
“I thought…you…,” Potter said, words coming out stilted, eyes springing open to dart about the room. “I wanted to…but you don’t ever see me…and I knew this was my last chance…” The disjointed words trailed off as Potter’s teeth sank into his lower lip and his eyes closed on an expression of agony. “I’ll leave. I had intended to, anyway, to give you what you wanted for your… birthday.”
Severus stiffened in shock. “You want me?” he asked, fighting with himself not to bury his nose in Potters soft, wild hair, not to trail his lips over the warm, frantic pulse in his neck.
“Gods, yes,” Potter moaned, hands stealing behind him to wrap his fingers in Severus’ hair, tugging gently.
“Then give me what I want…for my birthday,” he whispered huskily into Potter’s -oh, it’s Harry now, you know- ear, smiling darkly at the shudder that passed through Harry’s smaller frame.
With a smothered cry, Harry withdrew shaking hands and made to step away, starting when Severus growled and jerked him back against him.
“Oh, no, you idiotic Gryffindor. What I want for my birthday is to unwrap my very own lion…”
~*~
Several hours later, a thoroughly shagged out Harry Potter rolled atop an equally debauched Severus Snape and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Happy Birthday, lover.”