Drabble: Personal Parseltongue
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Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: R
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snarry100's prompt #386: Parseltongue
Warning(s): None
Beta:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Personal Parseltongue
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“Severus,” Harry hissed, his body writhing under the onslaught of Severus’ tongue. He bucked up, gasping a string of incomprehensible sibilants.
“Mmm,” Severus hummed. “Parseltongue. I must be doing something right.”
Harry clutched Severus’ hair as he panted, trying to make words emerge. “I...it’s not--”
“Shh,” Severus whispered, fingers and tongue busy at work. “Don’t speak, just feel.”
“Severus!” Harry shouted, his orgasm bursting from him. Within seconds, Severus was inside him, looming over him, eyes blazing with passion. He came moments later, and as he cradled Harry close, Harry could only wish he could make his shameful admission.
~
Ron coughed. “You have to tell him.”
Harry huffed. “You think?”
Hermione cleared her throat. “He’s not only interested in you because of that, Harry.”
Harry sighed, toying with his ale. “How do you know? The first time we--” He blushed as Hermione coughed. “Anyway, he’s made it clear he loves when I hiss.”
“And you told him it’s Parseltongue?” Ron shook his head.
“I’ve just never said it wasn’t.”
“You’re living a lie.” Hermione patted his arm. “Tell him.”
“She’s right,” Ron chimed in. “He’ll find out eventually and then where will you be?”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “You’re right.”
~
Harry entered Severus’ flat, mentally rehearsing his speech. Upon rounding the corner, however, and seeing Severus naked, sprawled in his favourite chair, stroking his cock, his prepared words disappeared.
“Did you enjoy your drinks?” Severus purred.
Licking his lips, Harry moved closer. “Yes, although if I’d known you were starting without me I’d have drunk faster.”
Severus laughed softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t want you to cut your evening too...short.”
Harry dropped to his knees, pressing Severus’ legs further apart. “Nothing about my evening looks short,” he murmured.
Severus reached for him. “No, I want to hear Parseltongue.”
Harry froze.
~
“What’s wrong?” Severus looked concerned and somehow his touch immediately turned nurturing instead of arousing. He cradled Harry in his lap. “Tell me.”
Harry sighed, leaning his head on Severus’ shoulder. “I’ve a confession, but I’m worried you’ll be angry when you hear what I have to say.”
“As long as you’re not leaving me to engage in a kinky threesome with Granger and Weasley, I’ll manage.”
Harry choked. “No! Ugh.” He shook his head. “I...I don’t actually speak Parseltongue anymore.” He cringed, waiting for the explosion.
Severus simply sighed and kissed the top of his head. “I know.”
~
Harry’s mouth fell open. He raised his head to stare at Severus. “What?” How?”
Severus smirked. “I was in Voldemort’s inner circle. I recognise genuine Parseltongue when I hear it, though I’m not myself fluent.”
Harry blinked. “But if you knew, why’d you say you love hearing me speak it when we make love?”
“I love all the noises you make when we make love.” Sliding his hands under Harry’s shirt, Severus caressed his skin. Harry sighed. “That one.” Dipping his head, Severus licked the hollow of Harry’s throat. Harry whimpered. “And that one--” He paused. “Shall I continue?”
“Please!”
~
Soon they were writhing together on the floor, Severus pausing whenever Harry made a new noise. “More,” he growled, his thumb edging over Harry’s nipple repeatedly until Harry was pleading. “They’re all my favourites.”
“Severus!” Harry finally cried, hands clutching Severus’ shoulders as pleasure wracked his body. “Fuck me!”
Face buried in Harry’s neck, Severus whispered, “Soon. First, savour our Parseltongue.”
When he finally began moving inside Harry, Harry was incoherent. For a while all that was heard in the room was grunts, growls and hisses.
“Wow,” Harry, lying in Severus’ arms afterwards, sighed. “Our Parseltongue, hm?”
Severus chuckled. “Indeed.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for
snarry100/snarry100/snarry100's prompt #386: Parseltongue Warning(s): None
Beta:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Personal Parseltongue
~
“Severus,” Harry hissed, his body writhing under the onslaught of Severus’ tongue. He bucked up, gasping a string of incomprehensible sibilants.
“Mmm,” Severus hummed. “Parseltongue. I must be doing something right.”
Harry clutched Severus’ hair as he panted, trying to make words emerge. “I...it’s not--”
“Shh,” Severus whispered, fingers and tongue busy at work. “Don’t speak, just feel.”
“Severus!” Harry shouted, his orgasm bursting from him. Within seconds, Severus was inside him, looming over him, eyes blazing with passion. He came moments later, and as he cradled Harry close, Harry could only wish he could make his shameful admission.
~
Ron coughed. “You have to tell him.”
Harry huffed. “You think?”
Hermione cleared her throat. “He’s not only interested in you because of that, Harry.”
Harry sighed, toying with his ale. “How do you know? The first time we--” He blushed as Hermione coughed. “Anyway, he’s made it clear he loves when I hiss.”
“And you told him it’s Parseltongue?” Ron shook his head.
“I’ve just never said it wasn’t.”
“You’re living a lie.” Hermione patted his arm. “Tell him.”
“She’s right,” Ron chimed in. “He’ll find out eventually and then where will you be?”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “You’re right.”
~
Harry entered Severus’ flat, mentally rehearsing his speech. Upon rounding the corner, however, and seeing Severus naked, sprawled in his favourite chair, stroking his cock, his prepared words disappeared.
“Did you enjoy your drinks?” Severus purred.
Licking his lips, Harry moved closer. “Yes, although if I’d known you were starting without me I’d have drunk faster.”
Severus laughed softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t want you to cut your evening too...short.”
Harry dropped to his knees, pressing Severus’ legs further apart. “Nothing about my evening looks short,” he murmured.
Severus reached for him. “No, I want to hear Parseltongue.”
Harry froze.
~
“What’s wrong?” Severus looked concerned and somehow his touch immediately turned nurturing instead of arousing. He cradled Harry in his lap. “Tell me.”
Harry sighed, leaning his head on Severus’ shoulder. “I’ve a confession, but I’m worried you’ll be angry when you hear what I have to say.”
“As long as you’re not leaving me to engage in a kinky threesome with Granger and Weasley, I’ll manage.”
Harry choked. “No! Ugh.” He shook his head. “I...I don’t actually speak Parseltongue anymore.” He cringed, waiting for the explosion.
Severus simply sighed and kissed the top of his head. “I know.”
~
Harry’s mouth fell open. He raised his head to stare at Severus. “What?” How?”
Severus smirked. “I was in Voldemort’s inner circle. I recognise genuine Parseltongue when I hear it, though I’m not myself fluent.”
Harry blinked. “But if you knew, why’d you say you love hearing me speak it when we make love?”
“I love all the noises you make when we make love.” Sliding his hands under Harry’s shirt, Severus caressed his skin. Harry sighed. “That one.” Dipping his head, Severus licked the hollow of Harry’s throat. Harry whimpered. “And that one--” He paused. “Shall I continue?”
“Please!”
~
Soon they were writhing together on the floor, Severus pausing whenever Harry made a new noise. “More,” he growled, his thumb edging over Harry’s nipple repeatedly until Harry was pleading. “They’re all my favourites.”
“Severus!” Harry finally cried, hands clutching Severus’ shoulders as pleasure wracked his body. “Fuck me!”
Face buried in Harry’s neck, Severus whispered, “Soon. First, savour our Parseltongue.”
When he finally began moving inside Harry, Harry was incoherent. For a while all that was heard in the room was grunts, growls and hisses.
“Wow,” Harry, lying in Severus’ arms afterwards, sighed. “Our Parseltongue, hm?”
Severus chuckled. “Indeed.”
~
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Date: 2013-09-06 02:34 am (UTC)You're brilliant, you know.
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Date: 2013-09-07 09:50 pm (UTC)*nods* I can't really see them in a relationship that doesn't fully integrate all aspects of their lives, you know? The sex would be fabulous either way, of course, but they also do love each other (at least they do when I write them), and that bleeds through. :)
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Date: 2013-09-06 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-07 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-06 07:21 pm (UTC)yay!! :D
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Date: 2013-09-07 09:51 pm (UTC)Thank you, sweetie!
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Date: 2013-09-07 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-07 09:52 pm (UTC)And yes, I love all iterations of Severus, but this one makes me smile. *g*
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Date: 2013-10-20 01:24 pm (UTC)Wonderful as always dear.
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Date: 2013-10-26 06:48 pm (UTC)Yes, Severus would have an ear for language I imagine, after all those years as a spy. :)
*pets them both*