alisanne

Title: Reestablishing Contact
Author:

alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Written for

snarry100/

snarry100's prompt# 613: Contact.
Summary: Downtime, finally.
Part Forty-Four of the Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):

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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Reestablishing Contact

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They fell asleep snuggling, Harry in the middle of telling Severus more about the world in which he’d found Percy.

Upon waking, Harry reached blindly for Severus, his eyes popping open when his hand failed to make contact. Sitting up, he fumbled for his glasses, relaxing when he saw Severus cross-legged on the floor, gently feeding Azizi her potion.

“She’s growing,” said Severus softly, looking up at Harry. “No one would call her the runt of the litter now.”

Harry chuckled. “No they wouldn’t.”

Giving her one more drop, Severus patted Azizi’s head before tucking her back into the blanket.

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Yawning, Harry lay down, closing his eyes.

“Are you spending all day in bed?” whispered Severus in his ear.

Harry yelped, arms flailing. Severus immediately gathered him close. “Shh, I’m sorry. Apparently you fell back asleep.”

Harry, heart pounding, exhaled. “Yeah, I did.” Flopping back onto the bed, he smirked up at Severus. “Do we have an urgent appointment or something?”

“Definitely not.” Severus hummed. “And I do think we’ve earned a day off.”

“I’d say so, too,” agreed Harry, sliding his hand down Severus’ arm to maintain contact. “So, what shall we do with our day off?”

Severus smirked.

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Hands fisting the sheets, face buried in a pillow, Harry writhed and screamed, reduced to a mindless mass of twitching muscle.

Severus’ tongue stabbed inside him, two fingers alongside it stretching Harry’s hole, and every flicker of movement sent sparks up Harry’s spine.

Severus pressed his nose to the top of Harry’s crack, and after bestowing one last kiss, he drove his fingers deep, even as he licked his way up Harry’s spine, his tongue maintaining contact with his skin.

Then, his teeth catching Harry’s earlobe, Severus murmured, “Think you can come just from me fingering you?”

Shuddering, Harry did.

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Only after Harry was sated and drowsy did he feel Severus shift, smell the familiar scent of Severus’ anti-impotence potion.

Severus pressed Harry’s legs wider apart, and when Severus’ thick cock pierced him, Harry whimpered.

Severus froze. “Everything all right?”

“No,” whispered Harry. “But it will be one you get that in me!”

Severus’ snort was followed by the steady push as he filled Harry, lighting him up every time he had contact with Harry’s prostate. “You should see how you look taking my cock,” he growled as he moved.

“How?” gasped Harry.

“Like you were created for me.”

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Severus began slowly, but soon, he was plunging into Harry like a man possessed, his hands clutching Harry’s hips so hard, Harry knew he’d be bruised for days. Nevertheless, Harry relished it, loving the feeling of being owned, possessed.

Severus finally came, hips shuddering against Harry as he emptied himself. He collapsed on top of Harry, his chest practically welded to Harry’s back.

“I’m probably smothering you,” Severus gasped after several minutes.

Harry smiled. He felt warm and adored, the skin to skin contact proving energising. “Nope. I’m good.”

Severus shifted, kissing the skin between his shoulders. “Indeed you are.”

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Eventually, hunger got the better of them, and, clad in Transfigured dressing gowns Harry dug out of Sirius’ closet, they wandered down to the kitchen.

Despite his long absence, Harry found fixings for beans on toast and tea, which they devoured.

As they ate, they held hands, Harry revelling in the contact and the warm domesticity humming between them.

Even Azizi seemed content, curled up by the hearth in the kitchen after lapping up the bowl of tuna Harry inadvertently discovered.

“So,” said Harry once he was full, “what now?” Grinning at Severus, he continued, “We’ve several hours to kill.”

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Severus raised an eyebrow. “If you think I can managed sex again—”

Harry laughed, raising Severus’ hand to kiss it. “I think you’ll manage it again sometime today,” he said, maintaining eye contact.

Severus snorted. “I’d best begin brewing Stamina Potion, then.”

“Or we could check out your shop, see what George’s done.”

Severus sighed. “Or that, yes. Since the word’s now out I’m not dead, but am having a secret affair with Harry Potter, business may have picked up.”

“If it’s picked up any more than what we saw last night, you’ll need a bigger shop,” chuckled Harry.

“Indeed.”

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It took a while for them to get ready, mainly because they showered together, resulting in Severus giving Harry a blow job, and in Harry reciprocating.

By the time they emerged, they were wrinkled but satisfied.

Hand in hand, they Apparated to Severus’ apothecary, finding the place just as packed as it had been the evening before.

Pushing his way inside, Severus waved at George, who nodded, gesturing towards the door leading to the back room.

Releasing Harry’s hand, Severus marched after him. Feeling bereft at the sudden lack of contact, Harry petted Azizi, and followed, preparing for the explosion.

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Continued in Contemplating Bliss (LJ/IJ/DW).