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A Lesson In Sensuality
Title: A Lesson in Sensuality
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: Adult
Pairing: SS/HP
Warnings: food!smut, rimming
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Summary: Severus decides Harry needs a lesson in sensuality.
Feedback: Oh please. chynyll@gmail.com
Beta: Tinkerpixy
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm
A/N: Written for Wave VIII, the Le Petite Morte, Sex & Sensuality wave. It took me a very long time to come up with this idea, but now that it's struck…yay! 2,049 words.
****
"Severus, I'm not sure I understand," Harry said, looking at the silk boxers laid out for him on the bed. "How is this part of the lesson?"
Severus looked up at his lover and mate and smiled wickedly. "You shall simply have to co-operate and find out. You will wear them all day long."
Harry gasped. "All day? But Severus, I'm going to be around children all day!"
Severus smirked before he walked out the bedroom door. "Precisely."
Harry watched him go, and then, with some trepidation, donned the boxers. The smooth slide of silk against his flesh had heat racing through his body, as the feel of it reminded him of being inside Severus' tempting arse, and he groaned. It was going to be a long day. Pulling on his trousers and shirt, he sat on the bed to add socks and shoes and gasped as his hand slid across rich fabric. Severus had transfigured the bed sheets to satin. He stared in shock for a moment, and then groaned. Make that a really long day.
***
Severus smiled as he entered the Great Hall at the thought of Harry at the wizarding daycare center he worked in, surrounded by young children he often had to chase after all day, the silk rubbing against his skin with every move. After the war, the ministry had decided that any Muggleborn and half-blood children whose parents were willing, would go to primary school in the wizarding world, to make the transition easier once they came to Hogwarts. Harry, given his childhood, had jumped at the chance to work there.
It suited him, as he was particularly good with children, and it made him happy, which in turn made Severus an all around more comfortable person to be around. There was no doubt in the eyes of anyone who cared to look that Severus Snape doted on his mate, particularly as Harry was the only person who could make the usually dour man smile. It was no longer unusual for the staff to catch him smiling when he thought of Harry, and the few who remarked on the change in the potions master were wise enough to keep such talk from reaching that man's ears. He may be more prone to smiling at Harry, but he was still as acerbic as ever to anyone else.
Silently he ate his breakfast, mind going over the details of the evening he had planned. They would eat by firelight, in front of the fire on the thick fur rug he'd ordered for just this purpose last week when they had agreed to this particular lesson. The rose and lily oil was prepared for the massage Severus intended to gift his lover with before they dined, and the house elves had been instructed as to what they were to prepare for the meal. He'd chosen a wine to accentuate both the meal as well as the pudding and planned to acquaint Harry with the joys of a feather against naked skin.
Harry had accused Severus of lacking romance, purely in jest; however, Severus had taken it as a challenge. He'd pointed out that in many cases, romance was best shown through sensuality, and that an evening of sensuality could led to a night of brilliant and memorable experiences in bed, more so than any contrived romance consisting of flowers and chocolates. Harry had looked at him askance and told him to prove it. Tonight, Severus was certain he would do just that. Atmosphere, visual and physical simulation of the senses would see the night in his favour, Severus knew.
***
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his co-worker spoke to the class about wizarding etiquette. The bloody silk pants had been teasing him all day, the slick slide of them reminiscent of Severus' cool fingertips ghosting over his flesh. He was beginning to believe his husband had a point about the many sensual things he took for granted, not even realising just how erotic those things could be.
Once again he was grateful he'd not let anyone's opinion sway him in his choice of a mate, as Severus had taught him many things in their time together, as had Harry taught Severus, the primary example being the importance of giving love and accepting love freely, without questioning the motivation of the person you were with. Harry thought that was a fair trade for the confidence and ability the other man had drilled into him, not to mention the way his mind had sharpened during their discourse. Harry could now comment intelligently and challengingly well on any subject one cared to broach in conversation
Hermione had been pleased, as had Remus, when Harry admitted he was dating the former death eater. Ron, of course had been shocked, and it had taken him a while to come around. Although he felt horrid for thinking it, Harry was grateful Sirius wasn't around to see it, given his reputedly - and admittedly if what Harry saw in Severus' pensieve was any indication - intense hatred for Severus. He knew without a doubt that Sirius would have objected loudly, stridently, and often. He was glad to be spared that fight with the only family he had ever known. They'd been together for seven years now, bonded for five, and Harry wouldn't trade a single day of it for anything in the world. Not even, as he'd told Ron in an effort to get his best mate to understand his feelings for Severus, for an uninterrupted week with his parents should a way be found for him to communicate with them.
Harry flushed as he realised the children and his coworker were looking at him expectedly. He hadn't listened to a word that had been said, so lost was he in his ruminations.
"I'm sorry. What was the question?" His flush deepened as Luna Lovegood, the person he taught the class with, winked at him knowingly.
***
Harry sighed as he walked the corridors to the dungeons. He was looking forward to seeing Severus, being with him after the day he'd had. Teaching the children Quidditch had been an experience in and of itself, heightened by the seductive touch of body warmed silk. He chuckled at himself as he thought that he really should know better than to challenge Severus by now, but when the results were as incredible as this had proved to be, how could he help himself?
He pushed open the door to their chambers and gasped. The sitting room was lit with the blaze of the fire, bathing the room in a soft, intimate glow. The scent of jasmine wafted on the air; lightly, not at all overwhelming, and Harry's lips curved into a smile. It seemed he was about to get the true lesson on sensuality tonight, and that the silk pants had simply been the beginning of it. He gasped when Severus entered the room, clothed in skin tight leather trousers and a flowing black silk shirt, the top four buttons undone to show the creamy skin of his lover's chest.
Severus smirked and poured a finger of brandy into two glasses, then walked over and handed one to Harry. "Hard day?" he asked, lips twitching.
"Ha bloody ha," Harry replied. "It's good to see you too."
"Get undressed and lay on the rug on your stomach. Your lesson truly begins at this moment."
Brow raised, Harry walked over to the fireplace and stopped. There was a lovely black fur rug on the floor that hadn't been there this morning when he'd left. Harry looked at Severus inquiringly and received only a smirk in reply. Slowly he stripped down to the silk pants and slid onto the fur. Merlin, but it felt glorious, soft and silky and impossibly thick. He settled on to it with a pleased moan.
Severus smirked and went to fetch the already prepared oil and cast a charm to protect his clothing, kneeling to sit on Harry's buttocks to reach his shoulders. He opened the jar and poured some on his hands, rubbing it between his palms to warm it, before laying his hands on Harry's shoulders and beginning to work on the knots hidden beneath his skin. Harry groaned in pleasure, and relaxed further into the rug, a contented sigh escaping his lips. By the time Severus reached his ankles, Harry was a boneless mass of relaxation and arousal. He whimpered in disappointment when Severus pulled away and slowly rolled over on his back, pants tented as he stared at Severus with smoldering eyes.
"I hope this is the bit where you get to show me what being in bed after something like this is like."
Severus smirked. "No. We've yet to dine." He moved away from Harry, motioning for the other man to sit up and called a house elf and requested their meal. The elf returned with baked oysters in chardonnay, Artichoke Muffaletta, pasta with asparagus and pine nuts in fettuccini sauce, and wine soaked cherries and pears over pound cake. All aphrodisiac foods, did Harry but know it. The wine – white, crisp and tart – was poured, and Harry smiled in pleased appreciation of the flavour.
"Planning to stimulate all my senses then?" he asked, smirking at his lover.
Severus raised a brow and smirked, that action answer in itself. Harry shivered. He suspected this would be a grand evening and an enlightening lesson. The food was divine, some of the best he'd ever tasted, each bite bursting across his taste buds leaving shockwaves of pleasure behind. When the empty dishes were cleared, he thought it over, and then gasped as a tray of ripened raspberries, dark chocolate, and champagne appeared.
"No evening of sensuality would be complete without this, do you not agree Mr. Potter-Snape?" Severus asked softly, eyes warm and happy.
Harry nodded, reaching for a plump raspberry and a sliver of the chocolate. The two tastes combined in his mouth like peaches meshed with cream, and he groaned in pleasure. Severus leaned over as he swallowed and claimed his mouth in a gentle but thorough kiss, sparking Harry's desire still further and his erection, which had diminished during the meal, returned with a vengeance. Harry whimpered, the kiss enflaming him, and as Severus broke it, Harry's head fell back entreatingly, begging Severus to use those lips on the sensitive skin of his throat.
Severus kissed him slowly, lingeringly, playing Harry's body like a violin. He made his way from neck to shoulder, to chest and torso, sliding the last scrap of material away before gently closing his lips around the head of Harry's cock. Severus' mouth felt like velvet, smooth and slick and warm. Harry moaned as he thrust his hips into the wet heat, unable to keep his hips from moving. Merlin, the way Severus made him feel should be against the law.
He lifted his head and grasped several raspberries, squeezing them between his fingers and allowed the juice to trickle over Harry's prick, eyes flaming with desire as the liquid traveled the hard length, over the ball sac and into the crevice of Harry's cheeks. Slowly, he allowed his tongue to follow the tracks left behind, tongue gliding over the puckered flesh of Harry's entrance, eliciting gasps of pleasure as Harry writhed beneath him. He pushed until his tongue slid past the first ring of muscles, tasting Harry as well as the raspberry; flavour exploding over his tongue as he moaned in pleasure.
Pulling his tongue free, Severus sucked two fingers into this mouth, the other hand closing about Harry once more as he slid them inside his lover, his head moving to take the swollen head into his mouth. He gave a gentle suck as he thrust his fingers, held still to find Harry's prostate, then suckedhard.
It was too much for Harry having been stimulated all day, and needing this all night, and he came with the ragged cry of his lover's name. Severus swallowed it all, then licked Harry clean, pulling his fingers gently from Harry's body and sliding up to kiss him.
"I see what you mean," Harry gasped when Severus pulled away. "I do hope the lesson isn't over."
Severus gave him a wicked grin. "It's only just begun."
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: Adult
Pairing: SS/HP
Warnings: food!smut, rimming
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Summary: Severus decides Harry needs a lesson in sensuality.
Feedback: Oh please. chynyll@gmail.com
Beta: Tinkerpixy
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm
A/N: Written for Wave VIII, the Le Petite Morte, Sex & Sensuality wave. It took me a very long time to come up with this idea, but now that it's struck…yay! 2,049 words.
****
"Severus, I'm not sure I understand," Harry said, looking at the silk boxers laid out for him on the bed. "How is this part of the lesson?"
Severus looked up at his lover and mate and smiled wickedly. "You shall simply have to co-operate and find out. You will wear them all day long."
Harry gasped. "All day? But Severus, I'm going to be around children all day!"
Severus smirked before he walked out the bedroom door. "Precisely."
Harry watched him go, and then, with some trepidation, donned the boxers. The smooth slide of silk against his flesh had heat racing through his body, as the feel of it reminded him of being inside Severus' tempting arse, and he groaned. It was going to be a long day. Pulling on his trousers and shirt, he sat on the bed to add socks and shoes and gasped as his hand slid across rich fabric. Severus had transfigured the bed sheets to satin. He stared in shock for a moment, and then groaned. Make that a really long day.
***
Severus smiled as he entered the Great Hall at the thought of Harry at the wizarding daycare center he worked in, surrounded by young children he often had to chase after all day, the silk rubbing against his skin with every move. After the war, the ministry had decided that any Muggleborn and half-blood children whose parents were willing, would go to primary school in the wizarding world, to make the transition easier once they came to Hogwarts. Harry, given his childhood, had jumped at the chance to work there.
It suited him, as he was particularly good with children, and it made him happy, which in turn made Severus an all around more comfortable person to be around. There was no doubt in the eyes of anyone who cared to look that Severus Snape doted on his mate, particularly as Harry was the only person who could make the usually dour man smile. It was no longer unusual for the staff to catch him smiling when he thought of Harry, and the few who remarked on the change in the potions master were wise enough to keep such talk from reaching that man's ears. He may be more prone to smiling at Harry, but he was still as acerbic as ever to anyone else.
Silently he ate his breakfast, mind going over the details of the evening he had planned. They would eat by firelight, in front of the fire on the thick fur rug he'd ordered for just this purpose last week when they had agreed to this particular lesson. The rose and lily oil was prepared for the massage Severus intended to gift his lover with before they dined, and the house elves had been instructed as to what they were to prepare for the meal. He'd chosen a wine to accentuate both the meal as well as the pudding and planned to acquaint Harry with the joys of a feather against naked skin.
Harry had accused Severus of lacking romance, purely in jest; however, Severus had taken it as a challenge. He'd pointed out that in many cases, romance was best shown through sensuality, and that an evening of sensuality could led to a night of brilliant and memorable experiences in bed, more so than any contrived romance consisting of flowers and chocolates. Harry had looked at him askance and told him to prove it. Tonight, Severus was certain he would do just that. Atmosphere, visual and physical simulation of the senses would see the night in his favour, Severus knew.
***
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his co-worker spoke to the class about wizarding etiquette. The bloody silk pants had been teasing him all day, the slick slide of them reminiscent of Severus' cool fingertips ghosting over his flesh. He was beginning to believe his husband had a point about the many sensual things he took for granted, not even realising just how erotic those things could be.
Once again he was grateful he'd not let anyone's opinion sway him in his choice of a mate, as Severus had taught him many things in their time together, as had Harry taught Severus, the primary example being the importance of giving love and accepting love freely, without questioning the motivation of the person you were with. Harry thought that was a fair trade for the confidence and ability the other man had drilled into him, not to mention the way his mind had sharpened during their discourse. Harry could now comment intelligently and challengingly well on any subject one cared to broach in conversation
Hermione had been pleased, as had Remus, when Harry admitted he was dating the former death eater. Ron, of course had been shocked, and it had taken him a while to come around. Although he felt horrid for thinking it, Harry was grateful Sirius wasn't around to see it, given his reputedly - and admittedly if what Harry saw in Severus' pensieve was any indication - intense hatred for Severus. He knew without a doubt that Sirius would have objected loudly, stridently, and often. He was glad to be spared that fight with the only family he had ever known. They'd been together for seven years now, bonded for five, and Harry wouldn't trade a single day of it for anything in the world. Not even, as he'd told Ron in an effort to get his best mate to understand his feelings for Severus, for an uninterrupted week with his parents should a way be found for him to communicate with them.
Harry flushed as he realised the children and his coworker were looking at him expectedly. He hadn't listened to a word that had been said, so lost was he in his ruminations.
"I'm sorry. What was the question?" His flush deepened as Luna Lovegood, the person he taught the class with, winked at him knowingly.
***
Harry sighed as he walked the corridors to the dungeons. He was looking forward to seeing Severus, being with him after the day he'd had. Teaching the children Quidditch had been an experience in and of itself, heightened by the seductive touch of body warmed silk. He chuckled at himself as he thought that he really should know better than to challenge Severus by now, but when the results were as incredible as this had proved to be, how could he help himself?
He pushed open the door to their chambers and gasped. The sitting room was lit with the blaze of the fire, bathing the room in a soft, intimate glow. The scent of jasmine wafted on the air; lightly, not at all overwhelming, and Harry's lips curved into a smile. It seemed he was about to get the true lesson on sensuality tonight, and that the silk pants had simply been the beginning of it. He gasped when Severus entered the room, clothed in skin tight leather trousers and a flowing black silk shirt, the top four buttons undone to show the creamy skin of his lover's chest.
Severus smirked and poured a finger of brandy into two glasses, then walked over and handed one to Harry. "Hard day?" he asked, lips twitching.
"Ha bloody ha," Harry replied. "It's good to see you too."
"Get undressed and lay on the rug on your stomach. Your lesson truly begins at this moment."
Brow raised, Harry walked over to the fireplace and stopped. There was a lovely black fur rug on the floor that hadn't been there this morning when he'd left. Harry looked at Severus inquiringly and received only a smirk in reply. Slowly he stripped down to the silk pants and slid onto the fur. Merlin, but it felt glorious, soft and silky and impossibly thick. He settled on to it with a pleased moan.
Severus smirked and went to fetch the already prepared oil and cast a charm to protect his clothing, kneeling to sit on Harry's buttocks to reach his shoulders. He opened the jar and poured some on his hands, rubbing it between his palms to warm it, before laying his hands on Harry's shoulders and beginning to work on the knots hidden beneath his skin. Harry groaned in pleasure, and relaxed further into the rug, a contented sigh escaping his lips. By the time Severus reached his ankles, Harry was a boneless mass of relaxation and arousal. He whimpered in disappointment when Severus pulled away and slowly rolled over on his back, pants tented as he stared at Severus with smoldering eyes.
"I hope this is the bit where you get to show me what being in bed after something like this is like."
Severus smirked. "No. We've yet to dine." He moved away from Harry, motioning for the other man to sit up and called a house elf and requested their meal. The elf returned with baked oysters in chardonnay, Artichoke Muffaletta, pasta with asparagus and pine nuts in fettuccini sauce, and wine soaked cherries and pears over pound cake. All aphrodisiac foods, did Harry but know it. The wine – white, crisp and tart – was poured, and Harry smiled in pleased appreciation of the flavour.
"Planning to stimulate all my senses then?" he asked, smirking at his lover.
Severus raised a brow and smirked, that action answer in itself. Harry shivered. He suspected this would be a grand evening and an enlightening lesson. The food was divine, some of the best he'd ever tasted, each bite bursting across his taste buds leaving shockwaves of pleasure behind. When the empty dishes were cleared, he thought it over, and then gasped as a tray of ripened raspberries, dark chocolate, and champagne appeared.
"No evening of sensuality would be complete without this, do you not agree Mr. Potter-Snape?" Severus asked softly, eyes warm and happy.
Harry nodded, reaching for a plump raspberry and a sliver of the chocolate. The two tastes combined in his mouth like peaches meshed with cream, and he groaned in pleasure. Severus leaned over as he swallowed and claimed his mouth in a gentle but thorough kiss, sparking Harry's desire still further and his erection, which had diminished during the meal, returned with a vengeance. Harry whimpered, the kiss enflaming him, and as Severus broke it, Harry's head fell back entreatingly, begging Severus to use those lips on the sensitive skin of his throat.
Severus kissed him slowly, lingeringly, playing Harry's body like a violin. He made his way from neck to shoulder, to chest and torso, sliding the last scrap of material away before gently closing his lips around the head of Harry's cock. Severus' mouth felt like velvet, smooth and slick and warm. Harry moaned as he thrust his hips into the wet heat, unable to keep his hips from moving. Merlin, the way Severus made him feel should be against the law.
He lifted his head and grasped several raspberries, squeezing them between his fingers and allowed the juice to trickle over Harry's prick, eyes flaming with desire as the liquid traveled the hard length, over the ball sac and into the crevice of Harry's cheeks. Slowly, he allowed his tongue to follow the tracks left behind, tongue gliding over the puckered flesh of Harry's entrance, eliciting gasps of pleasure as Harry writhed beneath him. He pushed until his tongue slid past the first ring of muscles, tasting Harry as well as the raspberry; flavour exploding over his tongue as he moaned in pleasure.
Pulling his tongue free, Severus sucked two fingers into this mouth, the other hand closing about Harry once more as he slid them inside his lover, his head moving to take the swollen head into his mouth. He gave a gentle suck as he thrust his fingers, held still to find Harry's prostate, then suckedhard.
It was too much for Harry having been stimulated all day, and needing this all night, and he came with the ragged cry of his lover's name. Severus swallowed it all, then licked Harry clean, pulling his fingers gently from Harry's body and sliding up to kiss him.
"I see what you mean," Harry gasped when Severus pulled away. "I do hope the lesson isn't over."
Severus gave him a wicked grin. "It's only just begun."