Fic: An Outlasting Impression (Severus/Regulus, NC-17)
Title: An Outlasting Impression
Author: mocking
Pairing: Severus Snape/Regulus Black with hints of Regulus Black/Sirius Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 for language and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 791
Warnings: Lovey dovey endings and almost humourous attempts to avoid them.
A/N: Written for dmitchell1985's Multi-fandom Unloved Pairings Challenge.
The written agreement took an entire two hours to complete, but afterwards both Severus and Regulus agreed that each of their wants had been satisfied on a level no words could ever express. The compromise consisted of nothing but sex, and that meant no touchy-feely lovey-dovey need-to-see-you-on-a-daily-basis nonsense. Neither wanted a boyfriend, nor needed one; what they needed was what every other teenage boy did -- a quick, no strings attached, fucking. Hence, the agreement. It laid out very firm, but understanding, "rules" if it were that kept either of them from developing some sort of hidden need for love. At least, with each other.
Regulus took Severus' hand in his own and shook, securing the comprise in a very gentlemanly manner. "Now the details are settled, I want you to fuck me.." Severus whispered as he looked down at Regulus and met his gaze, smirking at the look of bemusement the boy was offering up at him. "Is that so?" Regulus cooed with a rather smug smile, slipping to his tip-toes and slamming his lips to Severus' own. The kiss, though brief, made Severus weak in the knees and left him wanting more, which is what he whispered in a gasp against Regulus' still moving mouth. In one quick movement Regulus fisted a hand in Severus' shirt, slamming him back against the wall and forcing a knee in between his legs. "This what you want?" Again, Regulus cooed, urging his knee up against Severus' crotch and watching as it made the older boy whimper. This is how he liked it, being in charge. Sirius never offered the option to top and this was the only opportunity he'd have to really show off how good of a fuck he was in bed. Tearing away from Regulus' mouth, Severus groaned and tossed his head back, arching up against his thigh. They moved as one, their bodies entirely in sync with the others so well that Severus couldn't tell where his ended and Regulus' began; that was always how it started -- gentle and almost loving before one simply couldn't take anymore teasing and begged to be fucked. Cupping Regulus' arse, Severus drew him tight against him and moaned. The point of begging had been reached.
It was always the layers of clothes that got in the way Severus decided while hurriedly unfastening Regulus' trousers. As a student they made you wear far too many layers of ridiculous clothing. An entire uniform topped with a robe? Who in Merlin's name needs that -- Severus' thoughts trailed off as Regulus' mouth captured a nipple and sucked it in between his teeth, teasing and caressing. With a breathless gasp, Severus again arched his hips and offered a needy moan, fisting a hand tight in the back of Regulus' curly hair. "More," was the only coherent thing he could muster in between small pants that escaped his slightly parted lips. Regulus was all too happy to oblige. Without a word, he spun the older boy about and bent him over the table, thrusting deep inside him and offering a muffled groan as he leant forward and buried his head against Severus' shoulder. The quick action was all too much for Severus and he could no longer hold in the loud hiss of Regulus' name.
A hand slipped behind and fisted itself tight in Regulus' shirt, pulling him forward with each rock of his hips. Thrust. A tongue briefly darted out and licked along a bottom lip, coating the dry skin in wet silky saliva. Thrust. A gasp sounded through slightly parted lips as Severus held onto the table for all it was worth. Thrust. A breathless whisper for more sounded through the sweet smelling sex ridden air. Thrust. Again and again the two bodies moved, one forward one back, each meeting the other with a wet smack that only intensified the enormous amount of pleasure until that pleasure could not be prolonged any longer and met its peak. Each boy cried out their release, refusing to muffle the sound of ultimate contentment until falling into each other, tangling themselves in one another's arms.
No where did the compromise cover holding one another after such an "intimate" act and perhaps that was where they both went wrong. One tiny romantic action led to another, and another, until each previously written rule had been broken. Looking back on it now, Severus realised that was the biggest mistake he could have ever made. Falling in love with a Black, a family of high nobility at the time, only led to his own downfall. He hadn't been the same since Regulus' death and feared he never would be despite the passing years; Regulus had an outlasting impression and no man could persuade Severus otherwise.
Author: mocking
Pairing: Severus Snape/Regulus Black with hints of Regulus Black/Sirius Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 for language and Regulus' pointy-bits.
Word Count: 791
Warnings: Lovey dovey endings and almost humourous attempts to avoid them.
A/N: Written for dmitchell1985's Multi-fandom Unloved Pairings Challenge.
The written agreement took an entire two hours to complete, but afterwards both Severus and Regulus agreed that each of their wants had been satisfied on a level no words could ever express. The compromise consisted of nothing but sex, and that meant no touchy-feely lovey-dovey need-to-see-you-on-a-daily-basis nonsense. Neither wanted a boyfriend, nor needed one; what they needed was what every other teenage boy did -- a quick, no strings attached, fucking. Hence, the agreement. It laid out very firm, but understanding, "rules" if it were that kept either of them from developing some sort of hidden need for love. At least, with each other.
Regulus took Severus' hand in his own and shook, securing the comprise in a very gentlemanly manner. "Now the details are settled, I want you to fuck me.." Severus whispered as he looked down at Regulus and met his gaze, smirking at the look of bemusement the boy was offering up at him. "Is that so?" Regulus cooed with a rather smug smile, slipping to his tip-toes and slamming his lips to Severus' own. The kiss, though brief, made Severus weak in the knees and left him wanting more, which is what he whispered in a gasp against Regulus' still moving mouth. In one quick movement Regulus fisted a hand in Severus' shirt, slamming him back against the wall and forcing a knee in between his legs. "This what you want?" Again, Regulus cooed, urging his knee up against Severus' crotch and watching as it made the older boy whimper. This is how he liked it, being in charge. Sirius never offered the option to top and this was the only opportunity he'd have to really show off how good of a fuck he was in bed. Tearing away from Regulus' mouth, Severus groaned and tossed his head back, arching up against his thigh. They moved as one, their bodies entirely in sync with the others so well that Severus couldn't tell where his ended and Regulus' began; that was always how it started -- gentle and almost loving before one simply couldn't take anymore teasing and begged to be fucked. Cupping Regulus' arse, Severus drew him tight against him and moaned. The point of begging had been reached.
It was always the layers of clothes that got in the way Severus decided while hurriedly unfastening Regulus' trousers. As a student they made you wear far too many layers of ridiculous clothing. An entire uniform topped with a robe? Who in Merlin's name needs that -- Severus' thoughts trailed off as Regulus' mouth captured a nipple and sucked it in between his teeth, teasing and caressing. With a breathless gasp, Severus again arched his hips and offered a needy moan, fisting a hand tight in the back of Regulus' curly hair. "More," was the only coherent thing he could muster in between small pants that escaped his slightly parted lips. Regulus was all too happy to oblige. Without a word, he spun the older boy about and bent him over the table, thrusting deep inside him and offering a muffled groan as he leant forward and buried his head against Severus' shoulder. The quick action was all too much for Severus and he could no longer hold in the loud hiss of Regulus' name.
A hand slipped behind and fisted itself tight in Regulus' shirt, pulling him forward with each rock of his hips. Thrust. A tongue briefly darted out and licked along a bottom lip, coating the dry skin in wet silky saliva. Thrust. A gasp sounded through slightly parted lips as Severus held onto the table for all it was worth. Thrust. A breathless whisper for more sounded through the sweet smelling sex ridden air. Thrust. Again and again the two bodies moved, one forward one back, each meeting the other with a wet smack that only intensified the enormous amount of pleasure until that pleasure could not be prolonged any longer and met its peak. Each boy cried out their release, refusing to muffle the sound of ultimate contentment until falling into each other, tangling themselves in one another's arms.
No where did the compromise cover holding one another after such an "intimate" act and perhaps that was where they both went wrong. One tiny romantic action led to another, and another, until each previously written rule had been broken. Looking back on it now, Severus realised that was the biggest mistake he could have ever made. Falling in love with a Black, a family of high nobility at the time, only led to his own downfall. He hadn't been the same since Regulus' death and feared he never would be despite the passing years; Regulus had an outlasting impression and no man could persuade Severus otherwise.