Ficlet: Excited (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Excited" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Harry/Snape for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bitofaspaz
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 783
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They just wouldn't leave me alone.
Cold. It was cold in the potions classroom. Snape's breath washed over his neck. Cold also. Quills scratched on parchment, clock ticking away, time running out for their quiz. Harry shivered and noticed that he was naked. Naked in the Potions classroom.
Snape leaned over his shoulder, looking down at Harry's lap. "Mr. Potter, what gave you the impression that clothing was an optional part of today's class?"
Harry shivered again. The other students disappeared.
The rich voice came from near his ear. "What makes you think I want to see that?" Breath tickled down his chest. Professor Snape was looking at his erection.
"What if I tell you to bend over this table, Potter? We're brewing a special sort of potion today, you and I."
Harry complied, pressing his bare chest to the stone-cold surface, nipples beyond hard, throbbing. Intimidated, aroused, and just a little bit angry in an indefinable way.
"Show yourself to me," Snape commanded.
Harry reached back obediently, chilled fingers spreading himself open. Cold. Exposed. Snape looking at his arsehole as it clenched futilely, trying to hide...
Severus moaned, grinding against the sheets, cold air from the open window on his back, sheets kicked off the bed, legs spread as far apart as they could go, naked, freezing, maddeningly aroused.
Cool fingertips trailed across his arsecheek, silent save for a breath of a chuckle.
In the Potions lab, Potter's bare hole continued to clench and relax as it was examined. Wetness that could only be a tongue slithered around and around, lapping. Harry moaned and pressed back into the warmth, erection nudging the icy table. Wet heat centered on just one small deliriously wonderful spot on his body, with everything else an ache of freezing arousal. He stretched his hands out and gripped the opposite edge of the table to anchor himself.
The hot tongue flickered and teased across his opening, moving with the slightest of pressure until Harry was gasping and whispering a litany of pleas, trying to hold still, trying to get more stimulation.
His most frustrating and insufferable professor was eating his arse. And all he wanted do was lie there and let him and beg for more.
More warmth as the tongue firmed, probing inside. It retreated, then slid in more determinedly and wiggled. Harry tried to hold still, shivering. His thigh muscles clenched and relaxed, resisting the urge to thrust onto Snape's tongue as it delved into his arse. The tongue probed deeper and he let out a moan that started in his bollocks.
Still mostly asleep, Severus gasped and panted, heart pounding as his body shook with barely-suppressed teenaged lust. His hands clenched at the mattress, knuckles white, imagining it to be the lab table. He spread his thighs as far apart as they would go in response to the nudge that preceded a hard cock sliding deep into his arse.
Waking more, Severus struggled to raise up onto his knees. His body was awkward with sleep, sluggish but greedy movements focused only on getting moremoreohgodsmore. Urgency like he hadn't felt in over twenty years throbbed in his veins. His cock dribbled fluid and his balls ached as he shoved back onto the cock filling his hole.
It was a short, jerky ride. The dream had left Severus so close to orgasm that reality was driving him mad, taking too long. His lover understood his nonsensical groans, slamming in deep and hard, stroking Severus' prostate in an unrelenting race to make him come. A few bed-squeaking moments later and Severus howled his release, drenching the sheets under him after only one firm stroke of his a hand.
He collapsed face-down into the mess, gasping with each inhalation and groaning with each exhalation as his lover worked quickly to his own climax. Severus winced as sharp fingers dug into his hips when Harry shouted, body convulsing on top of him.
For a few moments they lay together, until Severus struggled and Harry, making noises of complaint, slowly withdrew and fell onto the mattress next to him.
"I love it when you wake up excited," Harry said in a dreamy voice.
"Mmmm... I like dreaming I'm you," Severus mumbled, eyes closed.
"Can we make some more of that Dream Reversal potion? I want to try it from your perspective next time."
Harry's request was met with a quiet snore. He rolled his eyes, grabbed his wand to close the open window and summon the blankets from off the floor before snuggling in for a short nap.
Or perhaps instead of taking the potion he and Severus could finally make use of the empty Potions classroom over the holidays, now that Severus understood the allure firsthand.
~end~
Pairing: Harry/Snape for
bitofaspazAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: NC-17
Word Count: 783
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They just wouldn't leave me alone.
Cold. It was cold in the potions classroom. Snape's breath washed over his neck. Cold also. Quills scratched on parchment, clock ticking away, time running out for their quiz. Harry shivered and noticed that he was naked. Naked in the Potions classroom.
Snape leaned over his shoulder, looking down at Harry's lap. "Mr. Potter, what gave you the impression that clothing was an optional part of today's class?"
Harry shivered again. The other students disappeared.
The rich voice came from near his ear. "What makes you think I want to see that?" Breath tickled down his chest. Professor Snape was looking at his erection.
"What if I tell you to bend over this table, Potter? We're brewing a special sort of potion today, you and I."
Harry complied, pressing his bare chest to the stone-cold surface, nipples beyond hard, throbbing. Intimidated, aroused, and just a little bit angry in an indefinable way.
"Show yourself to me," Snape commanded.
Harry reached back obediently, chilled fingers spreading himself open. Cold. Exposed. Snape looking at his arsehole as it clenched futilely, trying to hide...
Severus moaned, grinding against the sheets, cold air from the open window on his back, sheets kicked off the bed, legs spread as far apart as they could go, naked, freezing, maddeningly aroused.
Cool fingertips trailed across his arsecheek, silent save for a breath of a chuckle.
In the Potions lab, Potter's bare hole continued to clench and relax as it was examined. Wetness that could only be a tongue slithered around and around, lapping. Harry moaned and pressed back into the warmth, erection nudging the icy table. Wet heat centered on just one small deliriously wonderful spot on his body, with everything else an ache of freezing arousal. He stretched his hands out and gripped the opposite edge of the table to anchor himself.
The hot tongue flickered and teased across his opening, moving with the slightest of pressure until Harry was gasping and whispering a litany of pleas, trying to hold still, trying to get more stimulation.
His most frustrating and insufferable professor was eating his arse. And all he wanted do was lie there and let him and beg for more.
More warmth as the tongue firmed, probing inside. It retreated, then slid in more determinedly and wiggled. Harry tried to hold still, shivering. His thigh muscles clenched and relaxed, resisting the urge to thrust onto Snape's tongue as it delved into his arse. The tongue probed deeper and he let out a moan that started in his bollocks.
Still mostly asleep, Severus gasped and panted, heart pounding as his body shook with barely-suppressed teenaged lust. His hands clenched at the mattress, knuckles white, imagining it to be the lab table. He spread his thighs as far apart as they would go in response to the nudge that preceded a hard cock sliding deep into his arse.
Waking more, Severus struggled to raise up onto his knees. His body was awkward with sleep, sluggish but greedy movements focused only on getting moremoreohgodsmore. Urgency like he hadn't felt in over twenty years throbbed in his veins. His cock dribbled fluid and his balls ached as he shoved back onto the cock filling his hole.
It was a short, jerky ride. The dream had left Severus so close to orgasm that reality was driving him mad, taking too long. His lover understood his nonsensical groans, slamming in deep and hard, stroking Severus' prostate in an unrelenting race to make him come. A few bed-squeaking moments later and Severus howled his release, drenching the sheets under him after only one firm stroke of his a hand.
He collapsed face-down into the mess, gasping with each inhalation and groaning with each exhalation as his lover worked quickly to his own climax. Severus winced as sharp fingers dug into his hips when Harry shouted, body convulsing on top of him.
For a few moments they lay together, until Severus struggled and Harry, making noises of complaint, slowly withdrew and fell onto the mattress next to him.
"I love it when you wake up excited," Harry said in a dreamy voice.
"Mmmm... I like dreaming I'm you," Severus mumbled, eyes closed.
"Can we make some more of that Dream Reversal potion? I want to try it from your perspective next time."
Harry's request was met with a quiet snore. He rolled his eyes, grabbed his wand to close the open window and summon the blankets from off the floor before snuggling in for a short nap.
Or perhaps instead of taking the potion he and Severus could finally make use of the empty Potions classroom over the holidays, now that Severus understood the allure firsthand.
