alisanne

Title: For Love of Frappuccinos
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 365
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Fluff!
A/N: Written for

hogwarts365's prompt ##53: Picture Prompt, and Rosegarden.
The next part of my In Vino Veritas Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Betas:

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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For Love of Frappuccinos

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“We’ve ages until dinner, though,” said Harry, elated that Severus had agreed to dinner at the Burrow. “We’ll need sustenance before that.”

“What do you suggest?”

“How about Starbucks?”

Severus frowned. “What?”

Harry blinked. “You’ve never had Starbucks? You’re in for a treat.”

They showered, Harry managing to not grope Severus too much, and within forty minutes emerged from Severus’ flat. “This establishment is Muggle?” Severus asked as Harry dragged him past rose gardens and down cobblestone streets.

Harry grinned. “You’ll love it.”

“Strong word,” said Severus.

Harry squeezed his hand. “You’ll see.”

It was Sunday, mid-morning, so Starbucks was packed. In only minutes, however, Harry ordered them both Frappuccinos. He pointed. “Grab that table, will you? I’ll get these and I’ll be right out.”

Looking bemused, Severus nevertheless did as Harry asked. Harry grinned as Severus managed, by power of his glare alone, to scare off several people who’d looked as if they’d wanted to claim the table first.

Finally, drinks in hand, Harry joined Severus. “Try this,” he said, handing Severus his Frappuccino.

Severus sipped, his face going still. “Salazar,” he whispered. “It’s...extraordinary.”

Harry grinned. “I drink at least four a week. They’re my favourite indulgence. Well--” He blushed. “My second favourite now, I guess, since you’re number one--” He trailed off as Severus stared at him. “What? Is something on my face?”

“No.” Heat flared in the depths of Severus’ eyes.

Harry licked his lips, recognising the look. “Wanna go?” he asked, tone husky.

“Definitely.”

They landed in Severus’ living room. Harry barely had time to draw breath before Severus was devouring his mouth. Harry moaned, going hard.

Severus pushed him up against the wall, fumbling with their clothes. When he started stroking Harry’s cock, Harry’s head hit the wall with a thud. It was quick and dirty and glorious, and too soon, Harry was coming, spurting all over Severus’ hand. “Damn,” Harry whispered. “I guess you like coffee?”

Severus laughed. “Evidently.” Raising his hand, he licked Harry’s spunk off his fingers. “Although it’s not my favourite flavour.”

When they returned to the Frappuccinos they’d melted, but Harry didn’t care. It seemed he’d found his own new favourite flavour as well.

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Continued in The Usual Conventions (LJ/IJ/DW).