let's us have a party all our own
Title: let’s us have a party all our own
Author: gypso_child
Fandom: Harry Potter
Medium: Book
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Sirius/Severus/Harry
Rating: Pure Smut (with a side order of humor)
Disclaimer: Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Right.
Theme: K is for Kaboom:
To Harry, every moment together is explosive. But, perhaps, this one is a little more so than usual. After all, it’s not everyday you sneak into the cloak room during a Ministry Gala to get it off with your boyfriends.
let’s us have a party all our own
Harry laughs, smoky and dark, like the room he stumbles into. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” he whispers, eyes bright. Sirius snickers into his throat, hands hot through the sleek dress robes Harry has on. They dip low, and squeeze; Harry swallows a moan. “What,” he pants, “what if they notice?”
“They’re far,” Sirius licks Harry’s throat, “too occupied,” a bite, “with themselves to,” harsh suction, “realize we’ve stepped out,” tender lapping, “Harry. So, no worries.”
Harry pulls back from Sirius, panting. The room is hot, the air heavy and still, the lights dim. Severus slips through the half opened door behind them, and it snicks quietly shut. “I- I meant,” Harry tries, yanking impetuously on a lock of Sirius’ silky black hair. “What if they can tell, when we - ah! - get back out there?”
Harry shivers as Severus slides into place behind him, and fancies he can hear the gentle click as all their pieces fit together, one, two, three. He leans, contentedly, back into the tall, lean man. Severus nips his ear, and then whispers, loud enough for Sirius to hear: “You needn’t fear, my dear debauched Harry, as Sirius knows all of the girly charms needed to make us pretty and perky and glamorous, to be sure.”
Harry chokes on a laugh, while Sirius makes a faint sound of outrage and reaches around to pinch Severus - hard - on the bum. It makes the hawk-nosed man jerk, his hips unconsciously grinding into Harry’s backside, his penis already hard and erect. Severus growls, and tightens his grip on Harry’s hips.
“You know,” Harry moans, as he rocks backward into that hardness, and then forward into a matching one. Sirius fiddles with his robe buttons, sliding them out one after another so that he can wriggle his hand inside. Harry gasps. “We - uh, ohgod - probably shouldn’t be - JesusfuckSirius - be doing this!”
Severus growls quietly, rubbing himself luxuriously against the velvet lining of his robes and the firmness of Harry’s arse. “Really, Potter,” he snipes, as he reaches past Sirius’ hand - which is doing very wicked things inside Harry’s robes - to attack Sirius’ own attire, “you’ve never worried about the rules before. Don’t fucking start now. And damn it, Sirius,” he growls. “Must you feed your ridiculous streak for rebellion by wearing these confounded muggle clothes? I still can’t figure these wretched zippers out, why can’t you-”
Sirius rolls his eyes, and leans over Harry’s shoulder to shut Severus up with a messy, fierce kiss. Harry’s laughter quickly turns to a moan at the sounds of lips on lips, and tongues sliding against tongues, and teeth clacking against teeth. Those two have never known how to be gentle with each other.
Harry’s hands quickly persevere where Severus’ didn’t, and soon Sirius is pulling away from the kiss with a hiss as his erection springs free from its confines. “You know,” Harry says, hoarsely, as he lazily runs his sweaty palm up and down the pulsing length, “technically you’re supposed to wear pants with trousers.”
“Mnrrf.” Sirius responds.
The next few moments slip past, nothing but hot, sticky hands on hot, sticky pricks; words interjected harshly, rapturously, utterances of yes and more and right there and faster god damn you, please; Sirius and Harry slumped against each other, breath hot and harsh against each other’s necks. The room is filled with their sounds, slick and slippery, vulgar and delicious, and Severus rubs his still covered crotch against them slowly, enjoying the show, his hands wandering over soft robe encased bodies, his mouth lovingly occupied with Harry’s ear and neck and a little bit of his shoulder.
Finally, Harry cries out, and spills his seed on the inside of his robe, and all over Sirius’ hands. Sirius whimpers, and after he milks Harry for all he is worth, pulls his hand out, trembling and desperate, and eagerly sucks the semen from his fingers and palm. Severus growls, and snatches the hand away, so that he can lick away whatever remains. Harry moans, and Sirius comes, watching Severus’ tongue flicker, snake-like, across his palm.
Severus hums, and releases Sirius’ hand, in order to join Harry’s, and to swipe at the come that is spattered all across Sirius’ Armani coat. “Jesus, Sev…” Harry whispers, and, shakily, turns around, his green eyes dazed and hungry and wickedly languid. He drops down to the ground between his lovers, nearly knocking them all off their feet, and only the fact that the narrow cloak aisles leave them no room to tumble in saves them. Harry makes quick work of Severus’ robe, and eagerly pulls his erection forward, slipping his mouth tight around the head, and sucking.
Severus groans and shakes and quickly comes, already driven past madness, feeding desperately on Sirius mouth, mixing the taste of Sirius and Harry’s seed across their tongues. Harry swallows it down, until Severus is spent, and then he rests his head against the taller man’s thigh, and tries to regain his breath. Above him, he can hear little growls and snaps.
“Hey, hey,” he pants, his voice raw sounding, dragging breath into his lungs. “Stop that before you hurt someone.” Beside his face, Harry sees Severus’ cock twitch. “And before you get all riled up again. I’m afraid we don’t have time for another round.” Above him, Harry hears sighs, and the wet popping sound of lips coming unlocked, and smiles. “Good boys,” he teases.
“Pardon me, Potter,” Severus rasps, having gulped down a great lungful of air, “but I believe you’re mistaken. Black is the only bitch here.”
“Hey!” Sirius yelps, despite the fact that he doesn’t remove his head from where it is resting, heavily, against Severus’ shoulder. “I resent that! See if I show you any of my cosmetic charms now.”
Harry snorts with laughter, and climbs his unsteady way up their bodies, until he is safely on his feet. He’s relatively certain his legs will hold. “Well, that was nice.” His smile is dopey, and insufferably smug, but he rather feels insufferably smug, and the hazy cloakroom now smells unmistakably of their sex. It’s a rather nice smell, if he does say so himself.
“Quite,” Severus drawls, and wipes a drop of come off Harry’s lips. “Alas, it’s time we tucked ourselves back in, tidied up, and braved the hoard of vicious, evil reporters and dull, simpering Ministry officials.”
“Such a terrible burden, fame is,” Sirius pipes in, quite happily. Harry hears the sound of his zip being tugged up, and then the quiet murmur of a spell. He sighs, but is far too relaxed to care very much about the impending award ceremony. Which, of course, was the entire purpose of this impromptu smut fest.
“Well,” Harry quips, squaring his shoulders, “if this is the consequence of fame, then I’ll gladly shoulder the burden. In fact, I’m quite willing to shoulder everyone else’s, so long as you two are suffering with me.”
“How kind of you,” Severus says, dryly.
Sirius, however, quirks his head, “When you say consequences, do you mean the boring, stuffy award ceremony, the nosy reporters, the sleazy officials who always seem to be hitting on you, or the really bloody hot sex in inappropriate places with your gorgeous godfather and old git of a professor?”
Severus, of course, immediately takes offense. “Old?! You dare call me old, Black? Oh, I’ll give you old.”
“Bring it, you old, nasty git!”
Harry laughs, and rather thinks that the answer speaks for itself.
End.
Happy Thanksgiving :] xposted to my journal
Author: gypso_child
Fandom: Harry Potter
Medium: Book
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Sirius/Severus/Harry
Rating: Pure Smut (with a side order of humor)
Disclaimer: Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Right.
Theme: K is for Kaboom:
To Harry, every moment together is explosive. But, perhaps, this one is a little more so than usual. After all, it’s not everyday you sneak into the cloak room during a Ministry Gala to get it off with your boyfriends.
let’s us have a party all our own
Harry laughs, smoky and dark, like the room he stumbles into. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” he whispers, eyes bright. Sirius snickers into his throat, hands hot through the sleek dress robes Harry has on. They dip low, and squeeze; Harry swallows a moan. “What,” he pants, “what if they notice?”
“They’re far,” Sirius licks Harry’s throat, “too occupied,” a bite, “with themselves to,” harsh suction, “realize we’ve stepped out,” tender lapping, “Harry. So, no worries.”
Harry pulls back from Sirius, panting. The room is hot, the air heavy and still, the lights dim. Severus slips through the half opened door behind them, and it snicks quietly shut. “I- I meant,” Harry tries, yanking impetuously on a lock of Sirius’ silky black hair. “What if they can tell, when we - ah! - get back out there?”
Harry shivers as Severus slides into place behind him, and fancies he can hear the gentle click as all their pieces fit together, one, two, three. He leans, contentedly, back into the tall, lean man. Severus nips his ear, and then whispers, loud enough for Sirius to hear: “You needn’t fear, my dear debauched Harry, as Sirius knows all of the girly charms needed to make us pretty and perky and glamorous, to be sure.”
Harry chokes on a laugh, while Sirius makes a faint sound of outrage and reaches around to pinch Severus - hard - on the bum. It makes the hawk-nosed man jerk, his hips unconsciously grinding into Harry’s backside, his penis already hard and erect. Severus growls, and tightens his grip on Harry’s hips.
“You know,” Harry moans, as he rocks backward into that hardness, and then forward into a matching one. Sirius fiddles with his robe buttons, sliding them out one after another so that he can wriggle his hand inside. Harry gasps. “We - uh, ohgod - probably shouldn’t be - JesusfuckSirius - be doing this!”
Severus growls quietly, rubbing himself luxuriously against the velvet lining of his robes and the firmness of Harry’s arse. “Really, Potter,” he snipes, as he reaches past Sirius’ hand - which is doing very wicked things inside Harry’s robes - to attack Sirius’ own attire, “you’ve never worried about the rules before. Don’t fucking start now. And damn it, Sirius,” he growls. “Must you feed your ridiculous streak for rebellion by wearing these confounded muggle clothes? I still can’t figure these wretched zippers out, why can’t you-”
Sirius rolls his eyes, and leans over Harry’s shoulder to shut Severus up with a messy, fierce kiss. Harry’s laughter quickly turns to a moan at the sounds of lips on lips, and tongues sliding against tongues, and teeth clacking against teeth. Those two have never known how to be gentle with each other.
Harry’s hands quickly persevere where Severus’ didn’t, and soon Sirius is pulling away from the kiss with a hiss as his erection springs free from its confines. “You know,” Harry says, hoarsely, as he lazily runs his sweaty palm up and down the pulsing length, “technically you’re supposed to wear pants with trousers.”
“Mnrrf.” Sirius responds.
The next few moments slip past, nothing but hot, sticky hands on hot, sticky pricks; words interjected harshly, rapturously, utterances of yes and more and right there and faster god damn you, please; Sirius and Harry slumped against each other, breath hot and harsh against each other’s necks. The room is filled with their sounds, slick and slippery, vulgar and delicious, and Severus rubs his still covered crotch against them slowly, enjoying the show, his hands wandering over soft robe encased bodies, his mouth lovingly occupied with Harry’s ear and neck and a little bit of his shoulder.
Finally, Harry cries out, and spills his seed on the inside of his robe, and all over Sirius’ hands. Sirius whimpers, and after he milks Harry for all he is worth, pulls his hand out, trembling and desperate, and eagerly sucks the semen from his fingers and palm. Severus growls, and snatches the hand away, so that he can lick away whatever remains. Harry moans, and Sirius comes, watching Severus’ tongue flicker, snake-like, across his palm.
Severus hums, and releases Sirius’ hand, in order to join Harry’s, and to swipe at the come that is spattered all across Sirius’ Armani coat. “Jesus, Sev…” Harry whispers, and, shakily, turns around, his green eyes dazed and hungry and wickedly languid. He drops down to the ground between his lovers, nearly knocking them all off their feet, and only the fact that the narrow cloak aisles leave them no room to tumble in saves them. Harry makes quick work of Severus’ robe, and eagerly pulls his erection forward, slipping his mouth tight around the head, and sucking.
Severus groans and shakes and quickly comes, already driven past madness, feeding desperately on Sirius mouth, mixing the taste of Sirius and Harry’s seed across their tongues. Harry swallows it down, until Severus is spent, and then he rests his head against the taller man’s thigh, and tries to regain his breath. Above him, he can hear little growls and snaps.
“Hey, hey,” he pants, his voice raw sounding, dragging breath into his lungs. “Stop that before you hurt someone.” Beside his face, Harry sees Severus’ cock twitch. “And before you get all riled up again. I’m afraid we don’t have time for another round.” Above him, Harry hears sighs, and the wet popping sound of lips coming unlocked, and smiles. “Good boys,” he teases.
“Pardon me, Potter,” Severus rasps, having gulped down a great lungful of air, “but I believe you’re mistaken. Black is the only bitch here.”
“Hey!” Sirius yelps, despite the fact that he doesn’t remove his head from where it is resting, heavily, against Severus’ shoulder. “I resent that! See if I show you any of my cosmetic charms now.”
Harry snorts with laughter, and climbs his unsteady way up their bodies, until he is safely on his feet. He’s relatively certain his legs will hold. “Well, that was nice.” His smile is dopey, and insufferably smug, but he rather feels insufferably smug, and the hazy cloakroom now smells unmistakably of their sex. It’s a rather nice smell, if he does say so himself.
“Quite,” Severus drawls, and wipes a drop of come off Harry’s lips. “Alas, it’s time we tucked ourselves back in, tidied up, and braved the hoard of vicious, evil reporters and dull, simpering Ministry officials.”
“Such a terrible burden, fame is,” Sirius pipes in, quite happily. Harry hears the sound of his zip being tugged up, and then the quiet murmur of a spell. He sighs, but is far too relaxed to care very much about the impending award ceremony. Which, of course, was the entire purpose of this impromptu smut fest.
“Well,” Harry quips, squaring his shoulders, “if this is the consequence of fame, then I’ll gladly shoulder the burden. In fact, I’m quite willing to shoulder everyone else’s, so long as you two are suffering with me.”
“How kind of you,” Severus says, dryly.
Sirius, however, quirks his head, “When you say consequences, do you mean the boring, stuffy award ceremony, the nosy reporters, the sleazy officials who always seem to be hitting on you, or the really bloody hot sex in inappropriate places with your gorgeous godfather and old git of a professor?”
Severus, of course, immediately takes offense. “Old?! You dare call me old, Black? Oh, I’ll give you old.”
“Bring it, you old, nasty git!”
Harry laughs, and rather thinks that the answer speaks for itself.
End.
Happy Thanksgiving :] xposted to my journal