Mom's BD drabbles
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alisanneHere are the final versions of the BD drabbles I wrote in honor of Mom's day a couple days ago. :) Thanks to all who participated in providing prompts!
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nimelle asked for Sirius/Severus bickering. :) This is what she got:
The Rescue
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Severus rolled his eyes and sneered as Harry and Sirius hugged in the corner, reunited at last.
“Harry, you rescued me! You actually rescued me!” Sirius was saying, alternately hugging him and pulling back to look into his eyes. “You really are the Chosen One!”
“One would think that no one else had a role in finding a way to breech the veil,” Severus muttered to no one in particular as he packed up his potions bag.
Sirius glared at him. “Did you really need his help, Harry? Couldn’t you have done it without him?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Not really,” he said. “It was his potion that allowed me to send my astral form over to find you, and it was his invention of the Spectral Potion that made it so you could get your body back.”
Sirius sniffed. “I’m sure someone else could have figured that out.”
“Shall I push you back through to test that theory?” Severus growled. “This time we’ll wait for someone more to your liking to drag your sorry carcass back through, shall we?”
“I’d like to see you try!” Sirius said, eyes narrowed.
Harry sighed. “Could we save this until we’re out of here?” he asked, glancing at the veil. “That thing makes me nervous.”
All three men moved towards the door at the same time, and as Harry slipped though, Sirius glanced over to Severus.
“So, why did you agree to rescue me, anyway?” he asked.
Severus smiled coldly. “To see if I could do it. Why else?”
Sweeping through the door, he missed Sirius’ mischievous grin.
“Why else indeed,” he murmured, eyes following Severus’ arse. “We’ll just have to see what else you can do, won’t we?”
Whistling, Sirius walked out of the room.
~
queenettefallon asked for Harry/Voldie. Harry joins the dark side. She got:
Why Harry Joined the Darkside
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Harry sidled up behind Voldemort as he was typing away on the computer.
“What are you doing?” he asked, peering over his lover’s shoulder.
“Ah, Harry! Don’t do that!” a startled Voldemort hissed, despite the lack of sibilants in the sentence.
“How do you do that?” Harry asked.
“Do what?”
“Hiss with no s words.”
Voldemort smiled. “Dark overlord power,” he said. “Why are you still up?”
Harry shrugged and leaned against the desk. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“Are you worried about that pesky war again?” Voldemort asked.
Harry nodded sheepishly. “A bit,” he admitted.
“Do you wish you hadn’t joined our side?”
Harry shook his head emphatically. “Oh no!” he said. “That was definitely the right decision. You were right.”
Voldemort smiled smugly. “Then why are you worried?” he asked.
“I think I’m getting fat,” Harry admitted.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that,” he said.
Harry sighed. “But it stands to reason, doesn’t it?” he asked. “I mean the main reason I joined the dark side was for the cookies. I was bound to put on some weight.”
Voldemort smiled comfortingly, a difficult thing to do with no nose or lips.
“Don’t worry, Harry,” he hissed again. “I’ll remain with you, even if you do get fat.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Then Dobby made some snicker doodles. Wanna go raid the kitchens?”
“Lead on, chubby.”
“Hey!”
“Just kidding, Harry, just kidding.”
~
gauriel asked for Clex! Prompt: Kryptonite. She got:
Red Clark
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Lex moaned as he tried to shift. He was sore all over, pressed next to a warm body with a heavy arm over his waist. For a moment he couldn’t remember where he was or why.
It all came back to him when he saw the flannel shirt lying on the floor in front of him.
He moaned again, trying to move his stiff muscles.
The arm tightened as he tried to slide away.
“Going somewhere?” a deep voice asked, lips teasing his ear, and before he could reply, he was flipped around at an impossible speed to face... Clark?
A smiling, very relaxed Clark. A Clark who had literally just fucked him into the ground.
Lex’s ass throbbed, reminding him of their activities over the past few hours.
“Clark, what...?”
“You okay?” Clark asked, and suddenly he focused on Lex, peering at him as if scanning him somehow.
“What are you doing?” Lex asked, eyes narrowing.
Clark grinned and relaxed. “I was checking you for damage,” he said. “You’re fine.”
“You... how...?”
Clark sighed and pulled Lex closer to him. “Are you sorry we did this?”
Lex blinked, his questions slipping away in the wonder of Clark holding him. “Actually,” he said. “I’m wondering why we didn’t do this long ago.”
Clark shrugged. “Too shy, I guess. I’ve been feeling more and more like doing this ever since you gave me that ring.”
“The one I had made for you from that red meteor rock?” Lex asked.
Clark chuckled. “Yeah. It’s called red kryptonite, by the way, and I love that thing. Dad wanted me to give it back, but I didn’t want to. So I kept it.”
“It’s called... How do you know that? What are you trying to tell me, Clark? And why would he care, anyway?” Lex asked.
“He figured it would do weird things to my powers,” Clark admitted.
“Powers? You have powers, outside of your sex appeal?” Lex chuckled, stuttering to a stop when he saw Clark wasn’t joking. “You’re not kidding, are you? You really do have powers. That’s what you were doing before. Looking me over for... damage? You have x-ray vision? What... what are you?”
“Alien. And yours,” Clark said, leaning over to kiss Lex on the nose.
Lex was speechless. And then, he laughed. “I knew it!” he crowed, and the next thing he knew, Clark’s tongue was in his mouth and they were rutting together. When Lex came, it was with fireworks and explosions in his brain, and Clark’s tongue in his mouth.
“What changed?” Lex asked later, tracing idle patterns over Clark’s skin. “Why are you telling me this now?”
Clark pulled him closer. “Because I got tired of lying to you,” he said.
“Good,” Lex said, tucking his head under Clark’s chin. He’d thought he’d seen a red glow in Clark’s eyes for a moment, but decided it didn’t matter. Nothing would stand in their way now.
~
jynx709 has been very patient! She asked for Snupin, prompt: restraints. It tried to turn into a damn fic, but I wrestled it back to a ficlet. She got:
Stuck
~
Severus tried yet again to free himself from the sticky goop that had somehow glued his hands to the desk.
Damn that Longbottom anyway, he cursed internally. Spills this on my desk and then leaves!
Severus disregarded the fact that he was the one who had screamed at Neville to get out, and the boy had complied with alacrity. Severus’ natural curiosity had made him touch the tacky substance, and as he’s leaned over the desk, checking its odd color and odor, it had apparently bonded his hands to the wood.
He’d tried pulling against the chemical restraints that the stuff had turned into, he’d tried wandless magic, he’d even tried calling for help, but no one heard him. People tended to avoid his section of the dungeons unless they had a specific purpose for being there, after all.
“Severus?” a voice called out, and Severus groaned.
It would have to be Lupin, he thought suddenly nervous. The very last person I would want to see me like this...
“Are you here, Severus?”
For a brief moment, Severus contemplated not answering, hoping that the other man might think he was out, and would not venture into his domain, but that hope was dashed as Remus stuck his head around the door.
“Ah, there you are,” Remus said. “I know I’m a bit early for my Wolfsbane, but I came to see if it was ready...”
As the man nattered on, Severus wondered how long it would take him to notice that something was wrong.
“It’s over there,” Severus said curtly, cutting Remus off mid sentence. He gestured with his head, hoping that Remus would simply take his potion and leave.
“Which one?” Remus asked, walking over to the shelf. There were several identical potions vials there.
Severus muttered under his breath. This would have to be the one time he couldn’t remember which one was the Wolfsbane!
“It’s one of those,” he snapped. “Open them and smell them to see which it is.”
Remus looked at him incredulously. “I can’t tell which it is by smell, Severus,” he said.
Severus sighed. “Bring them here,” he finally said, after wrestling with his conscience, which was telling him he couldn’t simply have Lupin take all of the potions.
“What is wrong with you?” Remus asked. “Why can’t you just come over here and give me the right one? Why must you always be so difficult...?”
“Lupin! Shut up, and bring me the vials. I will tell you which it is.”
Remus snatched up the potions and stalked over to Severus.
“There,” he said, putting them in front of Severus. “Now which is it?”
Severus closed his eyes. He was still leaning over his desk, his hands spread-eagled over the surface, his body pressing against the wood.
“Hold up each vial under my nose and I’ll tell you which one it is,” he said.
Remus stared at him. “You... what?”
Severus closed his eyes in humiliation. “You heard me,” he said. “I... am unable to move my hands at the moment, so you will need to assist me.”
“Why can’t you move your hands, Severus?” Remus asked quietly.
“They are stuck to the desk.”
“Why are they stuck to the desk?”
Severus hesitated, finally explaining about the potions accident. He heard Remus try to cover up his chuckle, and he sighed.
“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, resignation in his voice. “Then hold up the vials so that I can identify the Wolfsbane so you can leave.”
Remus chuckled softly, and the sound sent an odd thrill up Severus’ spine.
“Leave? Oh, why should I be so hasty, Severus, when you are so beautifully restrained?”
“What are you on about, Lupin?” Severus growled. At least, he tried to growl, but his voice came out more pleading than angry.
“You know,” Remus continued as if he hadn’t heard. “I think that you are in the perfect position for so many things.”
“What...?”
Severus’ voice caught in his throat when Remus nuzzled the back of his neck, taking a deep sniff.
“You always avoid me, Severus,” Remus whispered. “You know that I’m attracted to you, yet you always avoid me. Why is that?”
“I do not know what...” Severus’ voice trailed off as Remus licked a slow trail up the side of his neck.
“There are some things that I’m good at smelling, you know,” Remus continued, lipping Severus’ ear. “I can’t tell Wolfsbane from Veritaserum by smell, but I can tell when someone is attracted to me. It’s the pheromones, Poppy says. I know that you’re attracted to me, too, Severus.”
Severus groaned.
“In fact, let’s check... Ah, yes.” Remus was triumphant when he pressed against the front of Severus’ robes and found his erection. “Very attracted, I’d say,” he murmured.
“Lupin, step away from me this instant,” Severus snapped, only it came out closer to a moan, and Remus’ low laugh did not help.
“How about I relieve some of this pressure for you first?” he said, and before Severus knew it, his cock was bared to the cool dungeon air.
“What do you think are you doing...?” Severus’ voice trailed off and he groaned low as Remus’ fist enclosed his prick.
“You feel amazing, Severus,” Remus whispered as he rocked his own cock against Severus’ body in time with his hand’s strokes.
Severus spread his legs a bit wider, allowing Remus more access to him as he thrust himself into that tight fist.
“You do want it,” Remus murmured. “I knew you would be like this. All hot and eager...”
That Severus’ hands were frozen in place made him feel oddly free. He couldn’t be responsible for what was happening. Held in place, he allowed himself to relax into the pleasure spiraling through him.
Remus continued whispering hot filthy words in Severus’ ear as he masturbated him, rutting against him shamelessly. They groaned together for several blissful moments until Remus couldn’t contain himself any longer.
Severus moaned as he felt Remus stiffen next to him, felt it as the werewolf bit Severus’ neck as he orgasmed, still thrusting fiercely. Severus came moments after with a short gasp.
Breathing deeply, Severus slowly came back to himself, realizing that Remus had tucked him back into his clothes and was actually licking his hand clean of Severus’ come.
Severus’ cock twitched.
Remus chuckled and moved away from Severus, cleaning himself up with a whispered spell before heading towards the door.
“Lu... Lupin,” Severus stuttered. He cleared his throat. “Where do you think you’re going? You have to help me free my hands! And you haven’t had your Wolfsbane.”
Remus smiled lazily. “Oh, I don’t have to have the Wolfsbane yet, Severus,” he drawled. “I’ll be back for it later, when you’re... free.”
Severus snarled as Remus walked out chuckling.
He strained and pulled against the desk, and felt his hands budge slightly. He smiled and began pulling in earnest. His mind recreated the potion that Longbottom had inadvertently created, and he plotted his next move.
I’ll find a way to use this on you, Lupin, he vowed silently. And when I do, there shall be more than frotting and a hand job!
~
separatrix requested Snarry, prompt: Birthday. She got:
The Gift
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Severus walked into his darkened quarters, exhausted. He had tried to get home early for his husband’s birthday, but the world had conspired against him, delaying his arrival.
Harry is probably long gone to bed, he thought, regret curling in his gut.
He’d meant to have a relaxed and simple meal prepared before his husband got home in order to celebrate Harry’s twentieth birthday, but that wasn’t possible now.
Severus’ fingers curled around the box in his pocket and he sighed. Perhaps he could give it to Harry the next day at breakfast. He didn’t want to wake him at this time of night.
Shrugging off his robes, Severus walked quietly towards their bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and lights did not appear to be on in the room, so he slipped off his shoes and opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.
He gaped at the sight that greeted him.
Candles were everywhere, and Harry, clad in a green satin bow and nothing else, lay invitingly across their bed.
“Hello, Severus,” Harry said, a seductive smile gracing his face.
Severus blinked at the display, stepping into the room and closing the door before walking over to the bed.
“Harry, what are you...?”
“I’m sorry you had to work late, but I waited up. I wasn’t going to miss getting my present,” Harry said.
Severus smiled and leaned over, fingers toying with the green ribbon.
“This looks like a present for me, Harry,” he said softly. “It’s your birthday. There should be gifts for you.”
Harry smiled. “Trust me, Severus, you are my gift, and I intend to have you right now.”
~
Andreciprocity_ asked for Drarry, prompt: hurt/comfort and green. She got:
Green Eyed Monster
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Harry finally found Draco behind a large tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
“Are you all right?” he asked, settling beside him.
Draco shrugged and looked away, surreptitiously wiping his eyes.
“I’m fine, Potter,” he mumbled. “Go back to your girlfriend.”
Harry sighed. “For the last time, Draco,” he said. “She is not my girlfriend! She is just my friend, and she’s been helping me do some stuff.”
Draco snorted. “I can imagine what sort of stuff,” he sniffed. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”
Harry leaned against the blond, and put his arm around his shoulder.
“You have to keep me,” he teased. “’Cause I’m not giving you up.”
Draco started to pull away, but Harry wouldn’t let him, so finally he stopped struggling and sagged against the brunet.
“What is she helping you with that I can’t?” Draco finally asked in a small voice.
Harry smiled nervously, and reaching into his pocket, pulled out a box.
“I wanted to get you something, so she helped me choose it,” he said, holding out the box to Draco, his hand shaking only a little.
Draco regarded him, and then the box, finally accepting it. He opened it, gasping at the brilliant green pendant winking up at him.
“Harry... It’s gorgeous! But why did you get me a present?”
Harry blushed. “Because I wanted to celebrate our month anniversary,” he said, suddenly shy. “I saw it in Hogsmeade and it made me think of you.”
Draco pulled it out of the box and slipped it on.
“Thank you, Harry,” he said, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. “But you didn’t have to do that.”
Harry smiled. “Yes, I did,” he said. “I fully intend to celebrate several thousand month anniversaries with you.”
Draco paused and smiled. “Hmm. Maybe I should register somewhere, then,” he said, cheekily. “That way you don’t have to go to your ex-girlfriend for help.”
Harry nodded and smiled. He was all for whatever would keep Draco’s green eyed monster in check, after all.
~
nimelle asked for Sirius/Severus bickering. :) This is what she got:The Rescue
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Severus rolled his eyes and sneered as Harry and Sirius hugged in the corner, reunited at last.
“Harry, you rescued me! You actually rescued me!” Sirius was saying, alternately hugging him and pulling back to look into his eyes. “You really are the Chosen One!”
“One would think that no one else had a role in finding a way to breech the veil,” Severus muttered to no one in particular as he packed up his potions bag.
Sirius glared at him. “Did you really need his help, Harry? Couldn’t you have done it without him?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Not really,” he said. “It was his potion that allowed me to send my astral form over to find you, and it was his invention of the Spectral Potion that made it so you could get your body back.”
Sirius sniffed. “I’m sure someone else could have figured that out.”
“Shall I push you back through to test that theory?” Severus growled. “This time we’ll wait for someone more to your liking to drag your sorry carcass back through, shall we?”
“I’d like to see you try!” Sirius said, eyes narrowed.
Harry sighed. “Could we save this until we’re out of here?” he asked, glancing at the veil. “That thing makes me nervous.”
All three men moved towards the door at the same time, and as Harry slipped though, Sirius glanced over to Severus.
“So, why did you agree to rescue me, anyway?” he asked.
Severus smiled coldly. “To see if I could do it. Why else?”
Sweeping through the door, he missed Sirius’ mischievous grin.
“Why else indeed,” he murmured, eyes following Severus’ arse. “We’ll just have to see what else you can do, won’t we?”
Whistling, Sirius walked out of the room.
~
queenettefallon asked for Harry/Voldie. Harry joins the dark side. She got:Why Harry Joined the Darkside
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Harry sidled up behind Voldemort as he was typing away on the computer.
“What are you doing?” he asked, peering over his lover’s shoulder.
“Ah, Harry! Don’t do that!” a startled Voldemort hissed, despite the lack of sibilants in the sentence.
“How do you do that?” Harry asked.
“Do what?”
“Hiss with no s words.”
Voldemort smiled. “Dark overlord power,” he said. “Why are you still up?”
Harry shrugged and leaned against the desk. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“Are you worried about that pesky war again?” Voldemort asked.
Harry nodded sheepishly. “A bit,” he admitted.
“Do you wish you hadn’t joined our side?”
Harry shook his head emphatically. “Oh no!” he said. “That was definitely the right decision. You were right.”
Voldemort smiled smugly. “Then why are you worried?” he asked.
“I think I’m getting fat,” Harry admitted.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that,” he said.
Harry sighed. “But it stands to reason, doesn’t it?” he asked. “I mean the main reason I joined the dark side was for the cookies. I was bound to put on some weight.”
Voldemort smiled comfortingly, a difficult thing to do with no nose or lips.
“Don’t worry, Harry,” he hissed again. “I’ll remain with you, even if you do get fat.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Then Dobby made some snicker doodles. Wanna go raid the kitchens?”
“Lead on, chubby.”
“Hey!”
“Just kidding, Harry, just kidding.”
~
gauriel asked for Clex! Prompt: Kryptonite. She got:Red Clark
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Lex moaned as he tried to shift. He was sore all over, pressed next to a warm body with a heavy arm over his waist. For a moment he couldn’t remember where he was or why.
It all came back to him when he saw the flannel shirt lying on the floor in front of him.
He moaned again, trying to move his stiff muscles.
The arm tightened as he tried to slide away.
“Going somewhere?” a deep voice asked, lips teasing his ear, and before he could reply, he was flipped around at an impossible speed to face... Clark?
A smiling, very relaxed Clark. A Clark who had literally just fucked him into the ground.
Lex’s ass throbbed, reminding him of their activities over the past few hours.
“Clark, what...?”
“You okay?” Clark asked, and suddenly he focused on Lex, peering at him as if scanning him somehow.
“What are you doing?” Lex asked, eyes narrowing.
Clark grinned and relaxed. “I was checking you for damage,” he said. “You’re fine.”
“You... how...?”
Clark sighed and pulled Lex closer to him. “Are you sorry we did this?”
Lex blinked, his questions slipping away in the wonder of Clark holding him. “Actually,” he said. “I’m wondering why we didn’t do this long ago.”
Clark shrugged. “Too shy, I guess. I’ve been feeling more and more like doing this ever since you gave me that ring.”
“The one I had made for you from that red meteor rock?” Lex asked.
Clark chuckled. “Yeah. It’s called red kryptonite, by the way, and I love that thing. Dad wanted me to give it back, but I didn’t want to. So I kept it.”
“It’s called... How do you know that? What are you trying to tell me, Clark? And why would he care, anyway?” Lex asked.
“He figured it would do weird things to my powers,” Clark admitted.
“Powers? You have powers, outside of your sex appeal?” Lex chuckled, stuttering to a stop when he saw Clark wasn’t joking. “You’re not kidding, are you? You really do have powers. That’s what you were doing before. Looking me over for... damage? You have x-ray vision? What... what are you?”
“Alien. And yours,” Clark said, leaning over to kiss Lex on the nose.
Lex was speechless. And then, he laughed. “I knew it!” he crowed, and the next thing he knew, Clark’s tongue was in his mouth and they were rutting together. When Lex came, it was with fireworks and explosions in his brain, and Clark’s tongue in his mouth.
“What changed?” Lex asked later, tracing idle patterns over Clark’s skin. “Why are you telling me this now?”
Clark pulled him closer. “Because I got tired of lying to you,” he said.
“Good,” Lex said, tucking his head under Clark’s chin. He’d thought he’d seen a red glow in Clark’s eyes for a moment, but decided it didn’t matter. Nothing would stand in their way now.
~
jynx709 has been very patient! She asked for Snupin, prompt: restraints. It tried to turn into a damn fic, but I wrestled it back to a ficlet. She got:Stuck
~
Severus tried yet again to free himself from the sticky goop that had somehow glued his hands to the desk.
Damn that Longbottom anyway, he cursed internally. Spills this on my desk and then leaves!
Severus disregarded the fact that he was the one who had screamed at Neville to get out, and the boy had complied with alacrity. Severus’ natural curiosity had made him touch the tacky substance, and as he’s leaned over the desk, checking its odd color and odor, it had apparently bonded his hands to the wood.
He’d tried pulling against the chemical restraints that the stuff had turned into, he’d tried wandless magic, he’d even tried calling for help, but no one heard him. People tended to avoid his section of the dungeons unless they had a specific purpose for being there, after all.
“Severus?” a voice called out, and Severus groaned.
It would have to be Lupin, he thought suddenly nervous. The very last person I would want to see me like this...
“Are you here, Severus?”
For a brief moment, Severus contemplated not answering, hoping that the other man might think he was out, and would not venture into his domain, but that hope was dashed as Remus stuck his head around the door.
“Ah, there you are,” Remus said. “I know I’m a bit early for my Wolfsbane, but I came to see if it was ready...”
As the man nattered on, Severus wondered how long it would take him to notice that something was wrong.
“It’s over there,” Severus said curtly, cutting Remus off mid sentence. He gestured with his head, hoping that Remus would simply take his potion and leave.
“Which one?” Remus asked, walking over to the shelf. There were several identical potions vials there.
Severus muttered under his breath. This would have to be the one time he couldn’t remember which one was the Wolfsbane!
“It’s one of those,” he snapped. “Open them and smell them to see which it is.”
Remus looked at him incredulously. “I can’t tell which it is by smell, Severus,” he said.
Severus sighed. “Bring them here,” he finally said, after wrestling with his conscience, which was telling him he couldn’t simply have Lupin take all of the potions.
“What is wrong with you?” Remus asked. “Why can’t you just come over here and give me the right one? Why must you always be so difficult...?”
“Lupin! Shut up, and bring me the vials. I will tell you which it is.”
Remus snatched up the potions and stalked over to Severus.
“There,” he said, putting them in front of Severus. “Now which is it?”
Severus closed his eyes. He was still leaning over his desk, his hands spread-eagled over the surface, his body pressing against the wood.
“Hold up each vial under my nose and I’ll tell you which one it is,” he said.
Remus stared at him. “You... what?”
Severus closed his eyes in humiliation. “You heard me,” he said. “I... am unable to move my hands at the moment, so you will need to assist me.”
“Why can’t you move your hands, Severus?” Remus asked quietly.
“They are stuck to the desk.”
“Why are they stuck to the desk?”
Severus hesitated, finally explaining about the potions accident. He heard Remus try to cover up his chuckle, and he sighed.
“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, resignation in his voice. “Then hold up the vials so that I can identify the Wolfsbane so you can leave.”
Remus chuckled softly, and the sound sent an odd thrill up Severus’ spine.
“Leave? Oh, why should I be so hasty, Severus, when you are so beautifully restrained?”
“What are you on about, Lupin?” Severus growled. At least, he tried to growl, but his voice came out more pleading than angry.
“You know,” Remus continued as if he hadn’t heard. “I think that you are in the perfect position for so many things.”
“What...?”
Severus’ voice caught in his throat when Remus nuzzled the back of his neck, taking a deep sniff.
“You always avoid me, Severus,” Remus whispered. “You know that I’m attracted to you, yet you always avoid me. Why is that?”
“I do not know what...” Severus’ voice trailed off as Remus licked a slow trail up the side of his neck.
“There are some things that I’m good at smelling, you know,” Remus continued, lipping Severus’ ear. “I can’t tell Wolfsbane from Veritaserum by smell, but I can tell when someone is attracted to me. It’s the pheromones, Poppy says. I know that you’re attracted to me, too, Severus.”
Severus groaned.
“In fact, let’s check... Ah, yes.” Remus was triumphant when he pressed against the front of Severus’ robes and found his erection. “Very attracted, I’d say,” he murmured.
“Lupin, step away from me this instant,” Severus snapped, only it came out closer to a moan, and Remus’ low laugh did not help.
“How about I relieve some of this pressure for you first?” he said, and before Severus knew it, his cock was bared to the cool dungeon air.
“What do you think are you doing...?” Severus’ voice trailed off and he groaned low as Remus’ fist enclosed his prick.
“You feel amazing, Severus,” Remus whispered as he rocked his own cock against Severus’ body in time with his hand’s strokes.
Severus spread his legs a bit wider, allowing Remus more access to him as he thrust himself into that tight fist.
“You do want it,” Remus murmured. “I knew you would be like this. All hot and eager...”
That Severus’ hands were frozen in place made him feel oddly free. He couldn’t be responsible for what was happening. Held in place, he allowed himself to relax into the pleasure spiraling through him.
Remus continued whispering hot filthy words in Severus’ ear as he masturbated him, rutting against him shamelessly. They groaned together for several blissful moments until Remus couldn’t contain himself any longer.
Severus moaned as he felt Remus stiffen next to him, felt it as the werewolf bit Severus’ neck as he orgasmed, still thrusting fiercely. Severus came moments after with a short gasp.
Breathing deeply, Severus slowly came back to himself, realizing that Remus had tucked him back into his clothes and was actually licking his hand clean of Severus’ come.
Severus’ cock twitched.
Remus chuckled and moved away from Severus, cleaning himself up with a whispered spell before heading towards the door.
“Lu... Lupin,” Severus stuttered. He cleared his throat. “Where do you think you’re going? You have to help me free my hands! And you haven’t had your Wolfsbane.”
Remus smiled lazily. “Oh, I don’t have to have the Wolfsbane yet, Severus,” he drawled. “I’ll be back for it later, when you’re... free.”
Severus snarled as Remus walked out chuckling.
He strained and pulled against the desk, and felt his hands budge slightly. He smiled and began pulling in earnest. His mind recreated the potion that Longbottom had inadvertently created, and he plotted his next move.
I’ll find a way to use this on you, Lupin, he vowed silently. And when I do, there shall be more than frotting and a hand job!
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separatrix requested Snarry, prompt: Birthday. She got:The Gift
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Severus walked into his darkened quarters, exhausted. He had tried to get home early for his husband’s birthday, but the world had conspired against him, delaying his arrival.
Harry is probably long gone to bed, he thought, regret curling in his gut.
He’d meant to have a relaxed and simple meal prepared before his husband got home in order to celebrate Harry’s twentieth birthday, but that wasn’t possible now.
Severus’ fingers curled around the box in his pocket and he sighed. Perhaps he could give it to Harry the next day at breakfast. He didn’t want to wake him at this time of night.
Shrugging off his robes, Severus walked quietly towards their bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and lights did not appear to be on in the room, so he slipped off his shoes and opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.
He gaped at the sight that greeted him.
Candles were everywhere, and Harry, clad in a green satin bow and nothing else, lay invitingly across their bed.
“Hello, Severus,” Harry said, a seductive smile gracing his face.
Severus blinked at the display, stepping into the room and closing the door before walking over to the bed.
“Harry, what are you...?”
“I’m sorry you had to work late, but I waited up. I wasn’t going to miss getting my present,” Harry said.
Severus smiled and leaned over, fingers toying with the green ribbon.
“This looks like a present for me, Harry,” he said softly. “It’s your birthday. There should be gifts for you.”
Harry smiled. “Trust me, Severus, you are my gift, and I intend to have you right now.”
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reciprocity_ asked for Drarry, prompt: hurt/comfort and green. She got: Green Eyed Monster
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Harry finally found Draco behind a large tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
“Are you all right?” he asked, settling beside him.
Draco shrugged and looked away, surreptitiously wiping his eyes.
“I’m fine, Potter,” he mumbled. “Go back to your girlfriend.”
Harry sighed. “For the last time, Draco,” he said. “She is not my girlfriend! She is just my friend, and she’s been helping me do some stuff.”
Draco snorted. “I can imagine what sort of stuff,” he sniffed. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”
Harry leaned against the blond, and put his arm around his shoulder.
“You have to keep me,” he teased. “’Cause I’m not giving you up.”
Draco started to pull away, but Harry wouldn’t let him, so finally he stopped struggling and sagged against the brunet.
“What is she helping you with that I can’t?” Draco finally asked in a small voice.
Harry smiled nervously, and reaching into his pocket, pulled out a box.
“I wanted to get you something, so she helped me choose it,” he said, holding out the box to Draco, his hand shaking only a little.
Draco regarded him, and then the box, finally accepting it. He opened it, gasping at the brilliant green pendant winking up at him.
“Harry... It’s gorgeous! But why did you get me a present?”
Harry blushed. “Because I wanted to celebrate our month anniversary,” he said, suddenly shy. “I saw it in Hogsmeade and it made me think of you.”
Draco pulled it out of the box and slipped it on.
“Thank you, Harry,” he said, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. “But you didn’t have to do that.”
Harry smiled. “Yes, I did,” he said. “I fully intend to celebrate several thousand month anniversaries with you.”
Draco paused and smiled. “Hmm. Maybe I should register somewhere, then,” he said, cheekily. “That way you don’t have to go to your ex-girlfriend for help.”
Harry nodded and smiled. He was all for whatever would keep Draco’s green eyed monster in check, after all.
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