Strip

TITLE: Strip
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snape/Harry
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK:caseysnape@yahoo.com humbleren@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. I make no money from this story. They are the property of JKR, but if she ever wants to gets tired of Sev, well, I’ve got first dibs.
SUMMARY: Severus is in for a surprise after a long day at work.
WARNINGS: OOC. AU. Cross-Dressing / Graphic Anal Sex / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of piercings

Song mentioned is “Strip” by Adam Ant. Follow link here to see complete lyrics… http://www.kovideo.net/lyrics/a/Adam-Ant/Strip.html


Exhausted from a day of trying to cram knowledge into hormone-driven, dunderheaded miscreants, Severus Potter-Snape wearily trudged into the living area of his quarters at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He cast tired eyes around the place – no sign of his husband, the Man-Who-Defeated-The-Great-Pain-In-The-Arse, Harry Potter-Snape, which meant that Harry had not made it back from his twice weekly shopping trip to London with Hermione (formerly Weasley, formerly Zambini, currently Malfoy). He shook his head at the thought, and began unfastening the many buttons that adorned his teaching robes. He shed his robe, hoping that maybe he could get in a nice soak in the tub before Harry came home…

His head snapped up at the sound of a female voice drifting out of their bedroom:
“It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries”
The first half of the verse had not even ended before Severus was bursting through the door, wand in hand and unforgivable curses at the ready to blast whichever strumpet had managed to accost his Harry now.

The curses died in his throat as his eyes took in the scene before him. It seems that Harry had been busy today. Their room was easily four times larger than it should have been. The new space was dark, with multicolored lights spotlighting a small, rectangular stage. The stage had some type of pole in the middle, and a wooden fold-up chair in front of the pole. On the floor, very close to the front of the stage, was a very large, very comfortable looking high-backed chair.

A voice whispered around him, “Sit, my Severus, and enjoy the show…” Severus did not have to be told twice. He pocketed his wand and sat in the large chair. As he did, the lights went out. After a moment, one bright beam appeared and focused on the folding chair on the stage – the folding chair that now held his husband.

Harry fought back a smirk as Severus’s jaw dropped. He was uncomfortable in the costume, but maybe, just maybe, Hermione was right about this. Harry was dressed in a deep, emerald green bustier, with matching garters and black fishnet thigh-high stockings. He had black stilettos strapped to his feet, and a satin black and green thong covering (or not) his cock and balls. Long black satin gloves reached from fingertip to mid-bicep. A black lace choker with an emerald and silver snake clung to his Adam’s apple. On top of his tousled, shoulder-length hair was a black satin, Muggle top hat. He lifted his head, revealing deep red lips and emerald eyes lined with black kohl. The song that had drawn Severus into the room started again, without the intro, and Harry began to move.

“We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh”

Harry slid his hands from his shoulders down his body, down his thighs to his knees. As he reached his knees, he spread his legs, giving his stunned mate a good view of his tightly covered erection. His hands slid back up to his chest, and he ran his fingers over his cloth covered nipples. He could have sworn that he had heard Severus moan at that. He threw a saucy smile to his husband as he pushed himself from the chair. He turned, showing his firm arse, and picked up the chair, moving it to the side. He sauntered toward the pole and wrapped one muscled leg around it, dipping and rubbing himself against it. Yes, he had definitely heard a groan at that.

More confident, Harry spun around on the pole, stopping when he faced Severus once again. He let his eyes rake down his husband’s form as he stood and began removing one of the long black gloves. He peeled the glove slowly from his arm, and squatted as he tossed the glove. It landed perfectly, draped around the shoulders of his lover. Harry stood and turned around, running his now bare hand over his hips and backside, squeezing his arse cheek, and giving himself a little slap.

Severus was astounded. He couldn’t believe this was his wonderful, shy husband. The dance was stimulating, but Harry, in his green and black outfit and Muggle make-up, was more provocative than anything he could imagine. A black glove landed around his shoulders, and Severus had to hold himself back. The brat was not only dancing; he was stripping! Severus moved forward, sitting on the edge of the cushion. His fingers itched to touch the young man. Harry ran that lovely hand over his buttocks and – oh good gods – he… Severus bit his lip and clenched the arms of the chair.

Harry returned to the pole, grabbed it with one hand, and began to plunge and grind in time with the music. He gave Severus a seductive look and licked his lips slowly as he danced. Another turn and he began removing the second glove, much as he had the first. A toss and it landed behind Severus in the chair.

Harry dropped to his hands and knees and crawled toward Severus, like a panther prowling toward his prey. Severus was close enough for him to touch, but he wouldn’t – not now, at least. He didn’t want to end this too soon. Instead, Harry took off the top hat, and placed it on top of Severus’s limp, fine hair.

“Take good care of that, sweetheart,” he purred into the man’s ear, “I’ll be back for it later…” Severus gulped.

Harry rose to his knees and began to stroke his hands down his body, over his still-covered nipples and his rock-hard cock, which was straining and staining the small satiny thong. A short moment more, and he rocked back, using his Quidditch-gained agility to stand upright once more. Carefully, he swayed to the music as he reached behind to undo the hooks on the bustier.

Severus was mesmerized by the sway of hips. Harry came close enough for Severus to reach out and grab, but he couldn’t make his hands move from the damned chair. Harry had placed the hat on his head, and then whispered in his ear. The puffs of breath prickled his neck and sent shivers down his spine. He gulped.

Once again, Harry turned his back to Severus, showing him that the garment was undone and ready to come off. He cast an innocently-sultry look over his shoulder as he tossed the corset to the side. He turned, and Severus gasped. Harry had gotten his nipples pierced!

Severus knew that he would not be able to wait much longer. They had discussed nipple piercings before, but Harry had always objected. To see that he had done this…, without conscious thought, Severus lifted his hands and began unbuttoning his own shirt.

Harry sauntered down the steps to the side of the stage. He was still in the heels and stockings, the thong and the choker. He smirked again when he saw that Severus was beginning to undress. ‘Good,’ he thought, ‘less work for me to do…’

He placed one hand on his husband’s chest and pushed him to lean against the chair back. Harry trailed the hand down the lightly-furred muscled stomach, down past the navel, and over the hard cock underneath the black trousers. He hummed in appreciation as Severus thrust toward his hand.

Harry turned again, bent his knees and began to rub his rear end rhythmically over the Potions Master’s lap. He felt Severus move behind him, and looked over his shoulder.
The shirt was gone, probably on the floor somewhere. Harry lifted his arms above his hand and moved to the music. Suddenly, he felt hands lightly touch his sides and begin to slide around to his stomach. He took the hands in his and moved them to the arms of the chair.

“No touching, love,” was all he said before he started dancing again. He almost laughed when he felt his husband’s hips lift slightly, trying to gain touch him more.

Harry lifted himself from his husband’s lap and languidly moved to face him. He knew he could draw this out a little more, but he was turned on and getting tired of waiting. He skirted his hands around his body again, this time pausing only to pluck at the small silver rings attached to each nipple before he slid his hands to the sides of the thong. Slowly, he slid them down, past the tops of the stockings, and let them fall.

Stepping out of the delicate underwear, Harry placed one knee on the outside of Severus’s leg. He trailed his hands up his thighs to his cock. He grabbed the hard length, hissing at the touch, and pulled once, twice. He grinned saucily at his husband as he moved to straddle the older man’s lap. The top hat fell to the floor, but neither man noticed.

Harry began to gyrate and grind to the beat of the music on his husband’s knees. Severus’s hands once again came to rest on his sides, and this time, he didn’t move them away. The Potions Master sat up, pulling his lover’s body closer to his. Both men groaned at the first touch of flesh against flesh. Severus lifted his face up, while Harry lowered his.

The kiss was explosively possessive and demanding. Neither wanted it to end. Severus’s hands were everywhere, skimming the tops of the fishnet stockings, stroking the green and silver snake on the choker, pinching the pierced nipples, kneading the firm flesh of Harry’s arse. Harry couldn’t take it any longer. He broke the kiss, gasping for air.

He rasped out a spell, and the rest of his husband’s clothes disappeared. He pushed Severus back with one hand, while the other found the man’s cock and guided it to Harry’s entrance. Severus started to protest, but Harry silenced him, “It’s alright. I’ve already stretched and lubed myself. I’m ready…”

With that pronouncement, Harry sank onto Severus’s prick. Severus held himself back, waiting to make sure that his love was ready before he began to move. As soon as Harry nodded and bit his lip, Severus began to move. He placed his hands on Harry’s hips, gripping them hard, just the way Harry liked it. Harry’s hands were on Severus’s shoulders. Both men used their hands to help lift Harry up and almost completely off Severus’s cock.

Severus would then pull Harry down as fast and hard as he could, earning the most delightful whimpers and moans from his lover as he did so. The feel of the stockings against his legs was intoxicating. He leaned up and began nibbling on Harry’s ear. Harry yelled.

Severus smirked and began nipping and licking his way down the side of Harry’s neck to his throat. He stroked the top of the choker with his tongue, reveling in the way that Harry’s silent groans vibrated against his tongue.

Harry’s nails dug into Severus’s shoulders. He screamed when the other man latched onto his ear with his teeth and tongue. Severus knew that doing that drove him wild. He tried to moan, to make some kind of noise as his husband kissed his way down his neck, but he just couldn’t get the sound out. He was so close…he just needed… And then he felt it. Long, elegant fingers grabbed his cock and squeezed. Harry’s body began to jerk and spasm as pearly white ropes of semen erupted from his prick.

Severus shouted his lover’s name as felt the clenching of hot, velvety muscles around his length. He cried out again as he felt his orgasm start, and continued moaning as his body shuddered out its release.

Both men collapsed back into the chair. Minutes, or possibly hours, later, Harry sat up, grinning languidly at his husband.

“How did you like the show?”

Severus eyes darkened momentarily. “It was most…revealing. Where-ever did you learn such a thing?”

Harry laughed. “You didn’t really think that all Hermione and I did was shop, did you? She read about this ‘strip-exercise class’ and talked me into joining it. No, don’t get upset.” Harry soothed as Severus’s hands flexed on his hips. “We only learned the dances in the class. We didn’t actually strip.” The hands relaxed.

Severus hummed. “Perhaps we should adjourn to the bathroom and take a bath before dinner. I seem to be quite…sticky.”

Harry nodded as he pushed himself off his husband’s lap. “Yeah. I need to get rid of this stuff before dinner, too.” He held a hand out to help Severus up, pleased when the other man took it. Together, they crossed the room toward the bathroom door. Just as they were about to go in, Severus stopped. Harry looked back at him.

Severus cast a glance around the room, and then looked back at Harry. “Perhaps, if it is not too much trouble, we could keep the pole?”

Harry grinned, his emerald green eyes dancing with joy.