Happy Christmas Severus
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Happy Christmas Severus
Title: Happy Christmas, Severus
Gift For: the_minx_17
Author: irana
Rating: Filth
Pairings: Snarry
Warnings: I'd tell you, but that would spoil the fun.
Summary: Harry decides to give Severus a gift he never expected to get.
Disclaimer: JKR I am not.
Author's Notes: Holiday Wishlist gift for the_minx_17. Happy Holidays love! 1,300 words.
Beta: unbroken_halo
*~*~*
Only for Severus Snape would Harry do this.
He couldn't imagine even considering this with anyone else, and he wasn't certain if he would enjoy it. He felt utterly ridiculous. Harry reminded himself that this was for Severus; his husband, his lover, the man he loved above all else. Severus had mentioned wanting to try this, and Harry had balked at the very idea. He'd gone so far as to pretend he hadn't heard what the other man had said, and Severus, well aware that Harry had heard him, had not repeated his request.
That had been months ago.
Today was Christmas Eve, and Harry had decided that this year, Severus' first gift would be a little different than in the past two. Severus had gone to Hogwarts to deliver a specially brewed potion to McGonagall, and Harry had hurried into the bedroom, removed the hidden box and quickly stripped off and donned the contents. He glanced at himself in the mirror once more, flushed when the ruddy thing whistled at him, and started as he heard the sound of the Floo flaring.
"Harry?" Severus called.
Harry dragged in a deep breath and reminded himself once more that he loved Severus, and that this was for him. He glanced at himself again and grimaced, then set his shoulders and carefully made his way into the sitting room.
Severus turned at the sound of footsteps and froze in shock. Harry was… he was… Severus blinked, then closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it. Something must have been wrong with the Floo powder, because Harry would never willingly be…
He opened his eyes once more and devoured the vision in front of him. Harry's hair was longer than it had been when he'd left for Hogwarts, just resting on his shoulders. His arms were bare and his body was covered in what looked like the naughty Santa's elf dress they'd seen in the window of a Muggle lingerie shop. The top was fitted to Harry's chest and had a line of fur at the trim, the fabric was red velvet and the skirt flared away from his hips and stopped mid-thigh.
His eyes dropped lower and he felt his cock harden under his robes as he noticed for the first time the black, knee height, patent leather high heeled boots his husband was wearing. "Harry?" he asked, a world of question in the name.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked quietly, and it took Severus a second to realize just how nervous about this Harry truly was.
Instead of answering, Severus began to strip out of his robes, three buttons coming loose for every step he took towards the other man. He quickly stopped to pull off his shoes, socks and trousers, dropped his robes to the floor and advanced on Harry once more as he pulled at the buttons of his shirt. He threw that on the nearest chair and stood naked before Harry as he asked, "Does it appear that I am displeased?"
Harry finally allowed himself to look at Severus properly, eyes traveling from his face down his body, and stopping on the hard, red prick standing proud in a nest of black hair. He sighed in relief, and smiled as he lifted his eyes back to Severus' face. "No, it doesn't," he replied. The heat in his husband's eyes made him shiver and he felt warmth curl through his body as Severus stepped closer.
Severus stretched out his hands and lightly ran the palms across Harry's shoulders and down his arms, pulling him closer as he did so. "Do you have any idea how positively delectable you look at this moment?" he asked softly, his voice taking on the whiskey soaked chocolate tones it always had when he was deeply aroused.
Harry moaned softly and admitted, "I feel ridiculous."
"You look delicious," Severus countered, then sealed his mouth over Harry's in a fierce, needy kiss. He slid his arms around Harry's waist and hauled him flush against his unclothed body, a groan sounding in his throat as his naked cock brushed against the velvet of Harry's skirt. His hands followed the curve of Harry's arse over the material, then pushed up under it to get at skin, and Severus deepened the kiss as he kneaded the firm flesh in his hands.
Harry's body caught fire and he melted into Severus' arms, throwing himself into the kiss with the same sort of reckless abandon he'd felt whenever he faced Voldemort, every cell in his body saturated with the taste and feel of Severus against him.
Harry's response – as always – drove Severus' need higher, and he found himself pressing Harry backwards, pushing him into the wall and bracing him there. He ducked his head and sucked a vicious bruise into the sensitive skin of Harry's neck, the gurgling sound that escaped Harry's throat only making him harder.
"Turn around," he rasped, stepping away to give Harry enough room to move. Once Harry was facing the wall – hands braced against it to steady himself – Severus placed his hands on Harry's thighs and slid the skirt up over Harry's arse. His cock leaked at the sight of the thin string between Harry's cheeks and around his waist. Sweet Merlin, he's wearing a thong!
Severus used both hands to pry Harry's cheeks apart, then dropped to his knees, devouring the sight of the thin material that sat directly over Harry's hole. He leaned forward and licked at it once, then again, before hooking a thumb under it and pulling it to the side so he could get directly at Harry's puckered entrance.
Harry cried out when Severus plunged his tongue into his body, incoherent sounds of need and pleasure filling the room. He had no idea what he was saying, didn't have a clue he'd gone from begging to threatening.
Severus chuckled against Harry's skin, then carefully tugged down the scrap of underwear, lifting Harry's feet to get it off completely. That done, he conjured lube for his fingers and drove two of them into Harry's twitching hole.
"Fuck yes," Harry moaned as Severus found his prostate and stroked over it. "More, give me more." He was past caring how stupid he had to look in this getup, focused only on the way Severus had reacted to it, the desire thrumming through his body, the orgasm that was so close he could almost taste it. "Fuck me, Severus. Please. I need it, need you."
"When you ask so prettily," Severus responded, voice a husky growl. He used the remaining lubricant on his fingers to coat his cock and nudged up against Harry's body, pressing inside with one long, slow slide. He groaned as Harry's body welcomed him, the slick heat of Harry's arse clenching around him. He pulled back and shoved forward hard enough to rock Harry into the wall, and Harry cried out once more.
There were no more words then, just slick, mind-bending heat, delicious heady pressure around his cock, Harry's moans and whimpers of encouragement music in his ears. Faster and harder and deeper he drove into his lover, the fact that Harry had done this for him heightening Severus' pleasure.
It couldn't last; Harry felt too perfect, Severus was too randy, and they came within seconds of each other, Harry having orgasmed first without a single touch to his prick. They sank to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs and harsh breaths, desperately trying to fill their lungs with much needed air.
"Happy Christmas, Severus," Harry said softly once he'd managed to breathe properly again.
"Indeed," Severus agreed as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Harry's neck. "Happy Christmas, Harry. This is a gift the likes of which I will never forget."
Gift For: the_minx_17
Author: irana
Rating: Filth
Pairings: Snarry
Warnings: I'd tell you, but that would spoil the fun.
Summary: Harry decides to give Severus a gift he never expected to get.
Disclaimer: JKR I am not.
Author's Notes: Holiday Wishlist gift for the_minx_17. Happy Holidays love! 1,300 words.
Beta: unbroken_halo
*~*~*
Only for Severus Snape would Harry do this.
He couldn't imagine even considering this with anyone else, and he wasn't certain if he would enjoy it. He felt utterly ridiculous. Harry reminded himself that this was for Severus; his husband, his lover, the man he loved above all else. Severus had mentioned wanting to try this, and Harry had balked at the very idea. He'd gone so far as to pretend he hadn't heard what the other man had said, and Severus, well aware that Harry had heard him, had not repeated his request.
That had been months ago.
Today was Christmas Eve, and Harry had decided that this year, Severus' first gift would be a little different than in the past two. Severus had gone to Hogwarts to deliver a specially brewed potion to McGonagall, and Harry had hurried into the bedroom, removed the hidden box and quickly stripped off and donned the contents. He glanced at himself in the mirror once more, flushed when the ruddy thing whistled at him, and started as he heard the sound of the Floo flaring.
"Harry?" Severus called.
Harry dragged in a deep breath and reminded himself once more that he loved Severus, and that this was for him. He glanced at himself again and grimaced, then set his shoulders and carefully made his way into the sitting room.
Severus turned at the sound of footsteps and froze in shock. Harry was… he was… Severus blinked, then closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it. Something must have been wrong with the Floo powder, because Harry would never willingly be…
He opened his eyes once more and devoured the vision in front of him. Harry's hair was longer than it had been when he'd left for Hogwarts, just resting on his shoulders. His arms were bare and his body was covered in what looked like the naughty Santa's elf dress they'd seen in the window of a Muggle lingerie shop. The top was fitted to Harry's chest and had a line of fur at the trim, the fabric was red velvet and the skirt flared away from his hips and stopped mid-thigh.
His eyes dropped lower and he felt his cock harden under his robes as he noticed for the first time the black, knee height, patent leather high heeled boots his husband was wearing. "Harry?" he asked, a world of question in the name.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked quietly, and it took Severus a second to realize just how nervous about this Harry truly was.
Instead of answering, Severus began to strip out of his robes, three buttons coming loose for every step he took towards the other man. He quickly stopped to pull off his shoes, socks and trousers, dropped his robes to the floor and advanced on Harry once more as he pulled at the buttons of his shirt. He threw that on the nearest chair and stood naked before Harry as he asked, "Does it appear that I am displeased?"
Harry finally allowed himself to look at Severus properly, eyes traveling from his face down his body, and stopping on the hard, red prick standing proud in a nest of black hair. He sighed in relief, and smiled as he lifted his eyes back to Severus' face. "No, it doesn't," he replied. The heat in his husband's eyes made him shiver and he felt warmth curl through his body as Severus stepped closer.
Severus stretched out his hands and lightly ran the palms across Harry's shoulders and down his arms, pulling him closer as he did so. "Do you have any idea how positively delectable you look at this moment?" he asked softly, his voice taking on the whiskey soaked chocolate tones it always had when he was deeply aroused.
Harry moaned softly and admitted, "I feel ridiculous."
"You look delicious," Severus countered, then sealed his mouth over Harry's in a fierce, needy kiss. He slid his arms around Harry's waist and hauled him flush against his unclothed body, a groan sounding in his throat as his naked cock brushed against the velvet of Harry's skirt. His hands followed the curve of Harry's arse over the material, then pushed up under it to get at skin, and Severus deepened the kiss as he kneaded the firm flesh in his hands.
Harry's body caught fire and he melted into Severus' arms, throwing himself into the kiss with the same sort of reckless abandon he'd felt whenever he faced Voldemort, every cell in his body saturated with the taste and feel of Severus against him.
Harry's response – as always – drove Severus' need higher, and he found himself pressing Harry backwards, pushing him into the wall and bracing him there. He ducked his head and sucked a vicious bruise into the sensitive skin of Harry's neck, the gurgling sound that escaped Harry's throat only making him harder.
"Turn around," he rasped, stepping away to give Harry enough room to move. Once Harry was facing the wall – hands braced against it to steady himself – Severus placed his hands on Harry's thighs and slid the skirt up over Harry's arse. His cock leaked at the sight of the thin string between Harry's cheeks and around his waist. Sweet Merlin, he's wearing a thong!
Severus used both hands to pry Harry's cheeks apart, then dropped to his knees, devouring the sight of the thin material that sat directly over Harry's hole. He leaned forward and licked at it once, then again, before hooking a thumb under it and pulling it to the side so he could get directly at Harry's puckered entrance.
Harry cried out when Severus plunged his tongue into his body, incoherent sounds of need and pleasure filling the room. He had no idea what he was saying, didn't have a clue he'd gone from begging to threatening.
Severus chuckled against Harry's skin, then carefully tugged down the scrap of underwear, lifting Harry's feet to get it off completely. That done, he conjured lube for his fingers and drove two of them into Harry's twitching hole.
"Fuck yes," Harry moaned as Severus found his prostate and stroked over it. "More, give me more." He was past caring how stupid he had to look in this getup, focused only on the way Severus had reacted to it, the desire thrumming through his body, the orgasm that was so close he could almost taste it. "Fuck me, Severus. Please. I need it, need you."
"When you ask so prettily," Severus responded, voice a husky growl. He used the remaining lubricant on his fingers to coat his cock and nudged up against Harry's body, pressing inside with one long, slow slide. He groaned as Harry's body welcomed him, the slick heat of Harry's arse clenching around him. He pulled back and shoved forward hard enough to rock Harry into the wall, and Harry cried out once more.
There were no more words then, just slick, mind-bending heat, delicious heady pressure around his cock, Harry's moans and whimpers of encouragement music in his ears. Faster and harder and deeper he drove into his lover, the fact that Harry had done this for him heightening Severus' pleasure.
It couldn't last; Harry felt too perfect, Severus was too randy, and they came within seconds of each other, Harry having orgasmed first without a single touch to his prick. They sank to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs and harsh breaths, desperately trying to fill their lungs with much needed air.
"Happy Christmas, Severus," Harry said softly once he'd managed to breathe properly again.
"Indeed," Severus agreed as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Harry's neck. "Happy Christmas, Harry. This is a gift the likes of which I will never forget."