PROWLING
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So you'll take it and LIKE IT!
This fuck's for you....(written at the request of someone a while ago, I don't recall who, enjoy your Sirius/Severus!)
PROWLING
They were both prowlers by nature. It didn't really matter why. Sooner or later, Black would be prowling because it was his goddamned house, even if he hated it, and Snape would be prowling because well, it was what Snape did. And that would lead to them running into each other.
Which, in turn, would probably have led to someone getting a black eye, except for two things.
One: When they finally did come across each other, around two in the morning the summer they were both living there, it was right in front of Sirius' mother's portrait, and not even Severus Snape wanted to wake that old harpy.
Two: This had happened at school, and they had a solution for it back then, too.
Of course, back then it had involved a silent, furious duel, which to be fair did hone their skills in such things to a fine point. Especially after fifth year.
Especially after Sirius won, once, and took his winnings out in trade. To be fair, Severus had offered.
They didn't bother duelling anymore. They circled, both conscious that noise was out of the question. There was still supposed to be a winner and a loser, otherwise it wasn't fighting. Otherwise what was the point in hating each other?
It's my house.
You're a prisoner.
I could pin you.
Don't be so proud of muscle.
At least I'm proud of something.
Snape lunged forward then, which meant that Sirius won. His hands went to the other man's waist, pulling him back, out of the corridor, into one of the empty rooms. Lips together, not nice, not romantic -- Sirius had once said, afterwards, that whores charged extra if you wanted to kiss them. Severus hadn't replied.
He swung Severus around and slammed him against the wall as the door closed, blocking the world away. Brushed Severus' long dark hair away from his neck as he pressed his mouth against it, not kissing but biting, making Severus gasp. His long pale fingers held Sirius' head, trying to guide it, but Sirius had won, this time, and so Sirius did as he pleased.
It was still a sort of fight, even after the fight itself was over. Otherwise what was the point? Neither of them were willing to roll over and give up. Ever.
Sirius growled as he pulled the tight black shirt over his head, stepping close again to press his lips, teeth, tongue to Severus' adam's apple. His hands, swift and sure, undid the buttons at Severus' collar, giving him access to the sensitive skin where shoulder met neck. Their hips ground together, Sirius' erection pressing against his thigh, hot and thick even through the fabric.
Severus cried out, soft but urgent, fingers tucking into Sirius' belt, fumbling the buckle open, pulling him closer before he shoved the clothing down and off his hips.
A trade, almost a truce for a second; Sirius was naked, Severus clothed, but that was balanced out by the fact that Severus now dropped to his knees, hands stroking Sirius' thighs as his mouth covered his cock, Sirius muttering harder, more. Moaning. Hands tangling again in Severus' hair, hips moving, head thrown back. Not a truce, not even close, even when the pale man refused to let him move as much as he wanted, refused to give in and become nothing more than a toy, something to gratify oneself with. But he did flick his tongue across the hot swollen cock in his mouth, he did move his head and allow Sirius to move just a little...not too much.
Sirius never made noise when he came. Severus ought to know. He just shuddered, with his mouth open so and his eyes closed and his body trembling, and the orgasm was almost worth losing, because Severus knew he had done that, he had driven the other man past words.
"Good," Sirius whispered, as Severus stood, lip curling slightly. He let his head fall, and fixed Severus with dark eyes that were glassy with pleasure and lust. "Good," he repeated, moving a little, circling Severus, who rose and stood very still. A hand wrapped around his waist from behind, and he felt Sirius' breath against his neck, over his left shoulder.
"I took you," Sirius said softly. His hand was undoing the belt buckle with much more grace than Severus had undone his. His other hand stroked Severus' throbbing erection, through the fabric. "But that was good."
Severus would not beg, but he moaned. Sirius' hand snaked under the fabric, fingers exploring, freeing Severus' cock without actually removing much of his clothing. They drew along the sensitive skin slowly, almost idly. Severus hissed.
Then the fingers tightened, suddenly, and Severus' entire world shrunk to the hands on his body, the voice in his ear, telling him I want you to do this, I want you to feel this, I want, I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
Severus could feel Sirius grip him as he stiffened, could hear Sirius' ragged breathing when he moaned and came, could hear the murmured "scourgify" and the hands slowly re-dressing him. Sirius would not dress until he left. Sirius wanted him to see that he could be more powerful, even naked.
Severus did not look back as he left. This wasn't sex, this was the losing end of a fight. Otherwise, what was the point?
Otherwise it might be lust and attraction and a love that lay a hairsbreadth from hate, old insane hate.
FIN!
So you'll take it and LIKE IT!
This fuck's for you....(written at the request of someone a while ago, I don't recall who, enjoy your Sirius/Severus!)
PROWLING
They were both prowlers by nature. It didn't really matter why. Sooner or later, Black would be prowling because it was his goddamned house, even if he hated it, and Snape would be prowling because well, it was what Snape did. And that would lead to them running into each other.
Which, in turn, would probably have led to someone getting a black eye, except for two things.
One: When they finally did come across each other, around two in the morning the summer they were both living there, it was right in front of Sirius' mother's portrait, and not even Severus Snape wanted to wake that old harpy.
Two: This had happened at school, and they had a solution for it back then, too.
Of course, back then it had involved a silent, furious duel, which to be fair did hone their skills in such things to a fine point. Especially after fifth year.
Especially after Sirius won, once, and took his winnings out in trade. To be fair, Severus had offered.
They didn't bother duelling anymore. They circled, both conscious that noise was out of the question. There was still supposed to be a winner and a loser, otherwise it wasn't fighting. Otherwise what was the point in hating each other?
It's my house.
You're a prisoner.
I could pin you.
Don't be so proud of muscle.
At least I'm proud of something.
Snape lunged forward then, which meant that Sirius won. His hands went to the other man's waist, pulling him back, out of the corridor, into one of the empty rooms. Lips together, not nice, not romantic -- Sirius had once said, afterwards, that whores charged extra if you wanted to kiss them. Severus hadn't replied.
He swung Severus around and slammed him against the wall as the door closed, blocking the world away. Brushed Severus' long dark hair away from his neck as he pressed his mouth against it, not kissing but biting, making Severus gasp. His long pale fingers held Sirius' head, trying to guide it, but Sirius had won, this time, and so Sirius did as he pleased.
It was still a sort of fight, even after the fight itself was over. Otherwise what was the point? Neither of them were willing to roll over and give up. Ever.
Sirius growled as he pulled the tight black shirt over his head, stepping close again to press his lips, teeth, tongue to Severus' adam's apple. His hands, swift and sure, undid the buttons at Severus' collar, giving him access to the sensitive skin where shoulder met neck. Their hips ground together, Sirius' erection pressing against his thigh, hot and thick even through the fabric.
Severus cried out, soft but urgent, fingers tucking into Sirius' belt, fumbling the buckle open, pulling him closer before he shoved the clothing down and off his hips.
A trade, almost a truce for a second; Sirius was naked, Severus clothed, but that was balanced out by the fact that Severus now dropped to his knees, hands stroking Sirius' thighs as his mouth covered his cock, Sirius muttering harder, more. Moaning. Hands tangling again in Severus' hair, hips moving, head thrown back. Not a truce, not even close, even when the pale man refused to let him move as much as he wanted, refused to give in and become nothing more than a toy, something to gratify oneself with. But he did flick his tongue across the hot swollen cock in his mouth, he did move his head and allow Sirius to move just a little...not too much.
Sirius never made noise when he came. Severus ought to know. He just shuddered, with his mouth open so and his eyes closed and his body trembling, and the orgasm was almost worth losing, because Severus knew he had done that, he had driven the other man past words.
"Good," Sirius whispered, as Severus stood, lip curling slightly. He let his head fall, and fixed Severus with dark eyes that were glassy with pleasure and lust. "Good," he repeated, moving a little, circling Severus, who rose and stood very still. A hand wrapped around his waist from behind, and he felt Sirius' breath against his neck, over his left shoulder.
"I took you," Sirius said softly. His hand was undoing the belt buckle with much more grace than Severus had undone his. His other hand stroked Severus' throbbing erection, through the fabric. "But that was good."
Severus would not beg, but he moaned. Sirius' hand snaked under the fabric, fingers exploring, freeing Severus' cock without actually removing much of his clothing. They drew along the sensitive skin slowly, almost idly. Severus hissed.
Then the fingers tightened, suddenly, and Severus' entire world shrunk to the hands on his body, the voice in his ear, telling him I want you to do this, I want you to feel this, I want, I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
Severus could feel Sirius grip him as he stiffened, could hear Sirius' ragged breathing when he moaned and came, could hear the murmured "scourgify" and the hands slowly re-dressing him. Sirius would not dress until he left. Sirius wanted him to see that he could be more powerful, even naked.
Severus did not look back as he left. This wasn't sex, this was the losing end of a fight. Otherwise, what was the point?
Otherwise it might be lust and attraction and a love that lay a hairsbreadth from hate, old insane hate.
FIN!