Author: Eriador117
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Playing House
Dear Merlin, he was going to expire from sexual frustration. Twenty years as a spy, more near-misses than he cared to count and it all came down to this in the end. Three weeks stuck in this mausoleum of a house with Harry Bloody Potter. Not only that, but a sullen and bored Harry Potter who seemed to get no joy except from wanking. Frequently. Without silencing charms of any description. Of course, Severus could politely request that the brat erect some, but that would mean admitting that he'd heard what the brat had been doing. And not only heard. Severus' prick jerked in his trousers as he remembered Potter's very loud vocalisations of the night before and Severus' own glide to pleasure. Severus had struggled to time his orgasm with that of his housemate but even now he was reluctant to admit, even in his own mind, that bliss had claimed him long before it had claimed Potter.
Was it Severus' fault that after his time as a spy the nearest he'd ever got to sex was watching Voldemort do things he would rather not think about with Nagini? Thank Merlin that Voldemort and his familiar were dead, but now he was stuck sharing the house with an oversexed idiot who had no regard for other people if the moans were anything to go by. Merlin, the brat could moan for England! What was he doing to himself in that bedroom? And the bathroom. And the library. And the kitchen. And the first floor drawing room. And the attic.
Hardly a day went by without Severus hearing some sort of moaning and groaning from behind a closed door. Of course, Severus never went into those rooms at such times. He had no desire to see Potter naked and flushed, his nipples peaked with arousal, his hand playing over his cock as he sought release... Severus banged his head on the kitchen table. Right, and pixie dust really did grow on trees. He was doomed – for that was exactly what he desired, and more.
Shaking his head, Severus stood up and rummaged in the cupboards for some tea, only when he brought the tin down, there was no tea left in it. Moody had used the last of it and not bothered to replace it. It would have to be those horrible Muggle teabags then. His mood was not improved by having to use the vile things and he clattered about sorting out cups, saucers and spoons as loudly as he could. Let's see Potter sleep through that!
When Potter did finally deign to grace him with his presence, Severus wasn't sure whether he'd suddenly died and been sent to Heaven or Hell. Potter had just come from his morning shower (and morning wank, his mind supplied helpfully), but he hadn't bothered to get dressed before coming into the kitchen. He was draped in nothing but a dark green towel, which did little to disguise the growing bulge under it, and with another towel he was casually drying his hair. That unruly hair that just begged for Severus' fingers to tame it. Severus' knuckles clenched on the teapot.
How dare the brat just waltz in here as if he was without a care in the world, parading his perfect, lickable, fuckable body in front of him?
Severus threw down the spoon and marched over to Potter's chair, looming above him. Potter glanced up, his eyes widening behind those ridiculous spectacles he still insisted on wearing, when he could perfectly well afford a more fashionable pair. "Sir?"
"Just what do you think you're playing at, Potter? If you play with fire you're likely to get burned."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the brat protested, but Severus could see very well that he was hard and tenting the cotton of the towel. "Don't play the innocent with me, Potter! I know what you want." Severus yanked the towel from the brat's waist, earning him a startled gasp as Potter placed the towel he was drying his hair with over his groin. "Oh, no you don't, Potter! Today you are not going to hide from me behind a locked door." The second towel removed, Severus stared hard at his prize, and what a prize it was!
Potter's chest was broad with nary a hair to be seen until his navel. Then a lightly furred trail led from his navel to his groin, where it was shaped into a delightful vee. Potter's cock jutted vertically from his groin, a clear jewel already dripping from the tip. Everything about him was perfect, from the scars decorating his body testifying to his bravery, to the wild hair. Every part of him was perfect – because it was Potter.
In a move so quick that Severus knew Potter would be unable to prevent it, he had knelt down on the floor and taken all of Harry Potter's cock in his mouth. Above him, Potter howled. "Oh God! Oh fuck!"
Severus let the delicious prick leave his mouth for the moment. "Indeed, Mr. Potter. That's what you need, isn't it? A good, old-fashioned fucking. Over the table? Against the wall? On the floor? What's your preference?" Without waiting for an answer, Severus took Potter's length in his mouth once again and proceeded to suck on the sweet delicacy. It was a shame he'd already had a shower; there was hardly anything left of Potter's own musk, just the hint of lemons from his soap. No matter, Severus knew he could have him sweaty and musky again in no time.
"Anything! Please! Anything!" The boy above him grabbed hold of Severus' hair, his hips thrusting almost of their own accord. Potter's cock throbbed and swelled within Severus' mouth and he knew the boy was close. It would be no hardship to let him come like this, drink him straight from the source, but Severus' own cock was getting impatient and demanding. And what it demanded was to be buried inside that tight arse as soon as was possible. The arse that Severus had been dreaming about and imagining for the past few weeks while they'd been holed up in Grimmauld Place.
Severus pulled his mouth away from Harry's cock and knelt up to claim the boy's mouth in a heated kiss. Potter whimpered into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Severus' neck, at the same time as he tried to wrap his legs around Severus' waist in order to get some friction. Severus gave his thigh a light slap and moved away from him. "Oh no you don't, Mr. Potter. You will not come like an undisciplined schoolchild all over my robes. You will come when my cock is inside you and not before. Face down over the table. Now!" he barked. Potter obeyed immediately, to Severus' immense satisfaction. He was just surprised the boy didn't do himself some damage in his haste to comply.
Potter lay with his head and chest draped over the sturdy wooden table, his head turned so that his right cheek was flush against the scarred surface. "Spread your legs wider than that." Severus watched in lustful anticipation as the boy did just that. Potter's legs were firm, but not too heavily muscled, just the way Severus liked them. They were also completely hairless and as Severus roved his eyes up the fine form to land on his arse, he could almost imagine that Potter's arse was blushing, as there were two red blotches on his cheeks from the imprint of the chair he'd been sitting in earlier.
Severus summoned a bottle of olive oil from one of the kitchen cupboards and proceeded to coat his fingers with the liquid. The table was just the right height for him to tend to the boy without damaging his own back. Potter wriggled his arse; Severus could delay no longer. He eased one finger in, feeling it gripped within the velvet walls of the boy's channel and he couldn't hold back his own moan of need. He added the second and third fingers in quick succession, feeling too aroused for much foreplay. Potter gasped for breath as he was breached for the third time.
"Does that hurt?" Severus asked, but made no move to remove his fingers.
"No – no, just a bit full. I wasn't expecting them all at once. More, I can take more," Potter panted.
"I know. You can and you will, Mr. Potter," said Severus as he twisted his fingers inside to stroke the boy's prostrate. Potter cried out and clutched the table edges with white-knuckled hands. Severus cast a silent spell to remove his robes as he thrust his fingers in and out of the boy below him. Potter arched backwards, trying to impale himself on those same fingers as, ever vocal, he wailed like a banshee. The boy was ready, more than ready and Severus wanted nothing more than to pound Potter into the table. He poured a generous dollop of oil onto his prick, rubbing lightly so that he wouldn't come quite yet.
"Please!" Potter begged and Severus always liked to reward begging. He grabbed Potter's hips and roughly entered him in two quick thrusts as Potter fought for breath. Severus was balls deep in that perfect arse and he had to stay still for a few moments or things would be over before they'd even started.
"Move! Please! I need it fast!" Harry ground out from the table.
"Do you?" Severus asked nonchalantly as he deliberately set a maddeningly slow pace. Harry wailed; the sound going straight to Severus' chest and his groin. To know that Potter was under his control at last; at his mercy. As Severus thought of such things, he barely noticed his own thrusts were speeding up and his crisis was getting ever nearer. His thrusts faltered a little as his orgasm approached; the table scooting a few inches across the tiled floor. Severus wondered if it would even hold their weight through such a rough fucking.
And it was rough, there was no denying that. There was nothing tender in the way Severus pumped his hips and thrust in and out of Potter while the boy writhed and wailed in ecstasy beneath him. Potter wouldn't be long in coming; Severus could tell. Already Potter's body was moving erratically on the table, his fingers scrabbling against the wood. "AH! AH!" Harry cried out as his muscles clamped around Severus' cock, squeezing and squeezing until Severus could barely breathe through his own spasms. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Harry shrieked.
"Yes! Yes!" Severus agreed heartily as he spilled himself deep inside his lover and held onto Harry's hips with a grip hard enough to bruise. Severus' legs trembled as he let the waves of the orgasm wash over him. It felt like hours before the pulses of his prick finally finished. As he removed his softening cock; his legs threatened to give way completely and he had to grab hold of the table.
"Wow! Wow!" Harry muttered to the grain of the table and Severus couldn't stop the smirk. Harry pushed himself up, groaning as he rubbed at the small of his back.
"I hurt you," Severus scolded just as the Room divined his need and a massage table with a selection of oils and towels appeared in what had been the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
"I'm fine, Severus. Just a twinge," said Harry, leaning up to kiss him. Severus pressed his lips to Harry's, a soft brush rather than a passionate one. Severus swatted Harry's bare arse for not letting him know he was hurt. Harry smiled sheepishly at him; knowing he'd been wrong to do that. "Sorry."
"That does it. For our next anniversary, I'll pick the fantasy."
"Ooh, promises, promises," laughed Harry. "I bet you've got some kinky ones too."
"What on Earth made you pick Grimmauld Place?"
"It was always such a sad place. I wanted some happy memories there."
"And the not touching you for a while?"
"I wanted to see how long you could hold out," Harry giggled. "It wasn't really three weeks, was it?"
"No, more like three hours. Time runs differently in the Room."
"Three hours? Is that all? You have no self-control, Professor."
"Me? Who was the one who was wanking all the time without the benefit of silencing charms, might I add?"
"Well, I had to tempt you somehow, didn't I?" Harry grinned and leaned up to kiss him again.
"You, my dear husband, are far too tempting."
"So what would your fantasy be for our twenty-first next time?" Harry asked.
Severus tapped his nose. "Now that would be telling. Happy anniversary, brat."
"Happy anniversary, git," smiled Harry as he hopped onto the massage table with a bottle of oil in his hands, his eyes twinkling.
"You are going to be the death of me," Severus grumbled as he took the jar from Harry's hand.
"Just a little one, Severus. Just a little one."
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-21 13:01
