alisanne

Title: Lighting the Way
Author:

alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 800
Genre: Erotica Whee! :)
Warnings: Smexing.
A/N: Written for

adventdrabbles/

adventdrabbles' prompt #6: Candle in the window. Follow up to Bedtime Reading, A Change of Pace, Candy Cane Connection, Warming Things Up, and Good Advice.
Betas:

emynn and

sevfan
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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Lighting the Way

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They landed, Harry stumbling and almost falling. Snape immediately caught him and steadied him. “Still saving me from myself, hm?” he murmured.

“It remains ever my function,” deadpanned Snape.

Harry smiled, looping his arms around Snape’s neck. “Now what?” he whispered.

Snape, for the first time all day, looked hesitant. “I realise this is rather sudden for you, so if you wish to sit and talk--”

Pressing forward, Harry kissed him, a slow, sensual snog that left them both breathing hard when he pulled away. “We sat and talked all through dinner,” he said. “Now I want dessert.”

“You’re sure?” Snape’s hands were caressing Harry’s back.

“Definitely.” Harry smiled faintly. “Which you know since you Legilimised me earlier.”

Snape froze. “You...knew?”

“Of course.” Leaning close, Harry whispered against Snape’s mouth, “I told you. I’m an Auror. Just because I’m not Auror-ing right now doesn’t mean I don’t use all the skills available to me.”

“Then why didn’t you say something?”

“You weren’t doing anything I objected to.” Drawing back, Harry stared into Snape’s eyes. “But if you’re worried, look again.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed and within moments Harry knew he was seeing all the times he’d wanked to the memory of Snape’s hand, to his picture in the paper, taken when he’d received his Order of Merlin...

With a gasp, Snape left his mind. Harry licked his lips. “So? Any more questions?”

Snape smirked. “How attached are you to your clothes?”

Harry grinned. “Not very since they seem to be getting in the way at the moment.”

The following few minutes were a flurry of activity as Snape Banished their clothes and as Harry wasted no time trying to kiss and caress him. They ended up on the bed, after stumbling down the hall to get there.

Harry barely had time to look around before Snape pushed him down and began a sensual assault. His lips and tongue and hands were everywhere, and when he finally took Harry’s cock in his mouth, it was all Harry could do not to come right then. “Want you in me,” he gasped, fingers curled in Snape’s hair.

Snape raised his head, bestowing one last lick to the tip of Harry’s cock before moving up Harry’s body. “As you wish,” he murmured, but Harry could tell by the light in his eyes that he was pleased.

Harry became very grateful for magic as Snape whispered a Lubricating and Stretching Spell and settled Harry’s legs over his shoulders. “I plan to take my time next time,” he said as his cock nudged at Harry’s oiled hole. “But right now--”

“Yes,” Harry hissed as Snape slid inside. “Slow later. Fast now!”

Snape thrust, dragging a gasp from Harry. The burn centred him, allowing him to feel what Snape was doing to him. He’d been in danger of coming immediately but, with Snape’s slow, careful movements, the build was slow, perfect.

Soon, however, Harry could feel the pressure building up in his core, the sparks of pleasure growing. “Going to come,” he gasped, pulling Snape’s face close to his for a kiss. “Going to--”

“Yes,” Snape whispered before slanting his mouth over Harry’s and exploring him with his tongue.

It was the last straw. Shouting into Snape’s mouth, Harry came, shuddering in Snape’s arms.

When he was done, Snape, who had stopped moving during Harry’s orgasm, resumed his thrusting. It wasn’t long until he, too, was coming, burying in face in Harry’s neck as he did so.

He collapsed beside Harry, chest heaving. Harry, feeling sated and content, sat up and reached for the covers, pulling them over the two of them. He had a moment of panic when Snape shifted away, but when it was only to grab his wand and clean them up before embracing Harry and settling into bed, Harry relaxed.

Harry’s gaze drifted as their breathing began to slow, caught finally by a lit candle sitting on the windowsill. “Is that your tradition?” he murmured.

Snape turned his head to see what Harry where Harry was looking. He nodded. “Yes. Mother always did that and so I do, too.”

“What does it signify?” Harry asked, eyes starting to close as they day caught up with him.

“A candle in the window is to light the way for those who may be lost.” Snape kissed Harry’s temple.

Harry smiled. He’d been a bit lost, drifting. But now he felt as if he’d found his way home. “May I stay for a while?” he asked. “It’s cold out there and--”

“Stay for as long as you like,” Snape said, arms tightening around Harry, and as Harry slid deeper into sleep he thought he heard Snape add, “As far as I’m concerned, you need never leave.”

Harry relaxed. Brilliant.

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Concluded in The Spirit of Christmas (LJ/IJ/DW).