Pumpkins Are Not The Only Fruit epilogue
Title: Pumpkins Are Not The Only Fruit epilogue
Author: PhantomTF
Pairing/Characters: SS/SB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, masturbation, trans!snape/stealth!snape, implied misuse of an egg-beater
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine, but I will ensure that the are ridden hard and put away wet.
Summary: Snape gets in touch with himself
Author's note: The incomparable ratherbrightred has allowed me to write an epilogue to the amazing fanfiction arc. I'm not worthy!
Anyone familiar with these stories will recognize Stealth!Snape, but if you have been living in a cave and missed them, you can find them here:
Sexing the Pumpkin
Pumpkins Are Not the Only Fruit
Severus sighed in contentment, leaning back in the hot tub. Merlin, he hadn’t realized how badly he had needed this.
The past few months at work had been chaotic. He’d had an exciting breakthrough in his research, but it meant that he had to devote nearly every spare minute to monitoring unstable potions and writing down his observations for publication. When the storm had passed, he had been practically ordered to take a vacation. For once, Snape agreed. He had been neglecting Sirius and Cygnus, and he had been looking forward to some family time. Conjugal relations had also been sporadic, and to be frank, he had been looking forward to a good reaming.
Then the letter had arrived. Severus had been trying for ages to get Cygnus into a consultation with specialists in Germany. Snape’s name carried some weight, but not enough to cut through all the red tape. Unfortunately, the specialists had chosen now to schedule the visit. They wanted to observe Cygnus closely for a week. It was a marvelous opportunity; one that likely would not come again. But Sirius saw the look on Snape’s face and immediately insisted that he stay home. Severus was exhausted and was not up to the trip, especially one that would involve rigorous testing and observations. Snape protested, but not nearly as hard as Sirius had expected, proving his point that Severus needed his rest. At the end, Severus agreed to let Sirius take Cygnus without him, on the condition that Sirius would present the specialists with a mile-long scroll of Snape’s suggestions. And here Snape was, alone. Bliss.
There was only one thing preying on his mind. Severus was a man of his word, and he hated to leave any obligation unfulfilled. Black had fulfilled his fantasy of fantastic ocean sex, but Severus had yet to return the favor. Black wanted to… to… to watch him *touch* himself! The very thought caused him to break out in a cold sweat and bile to rise in his throat. He desperately wanted to please his lover, but if he could not even think of the act, how could he bring himself to do it? And yet… and yet he had come close once before. Perhaps he could manage this time, if the conditions were right. Privacy… check. Interest… well, not in the act itself so much, but to please Black… he supposed so. Check. Arousal… oh, dear… check. His cunt was used to plenty of attention, and it was making its impatience known.
He relaxed in Esther, enjoying the turbulent water as soothed his knotted muscles. As much as he loved his family (he marveled at the word), it was nice to have some time to himself. He shifted, and he felt a strong jet pulse against his rear. Severus jumped in surprise. It had felt strange, but not-altogether-bad. He recalled the day Sirius introduced him to the pleasures of the bathroom faucet. Had Sirius increased the intensity of the jet, as he had threatened? He did not recall the stream being quite that intense. The water continued to blast against his behind, flowing around to caress the junction between his legs. He gasped, feeling dampness begin that was not due to the water surging around him. No, he was absolutely *not* going to get off in the hot tub! It was… it was beyond ridiculous! And yet, Severus pictured the look on Siruis’ face when he described the pleasure. Sirius had adjusted the jet for him. Sirius wanted him to enjoy himself. Did he not owe it to his lover to at least give it a try?
He cast a quick nervous glance around him. But what about the neighbors? He quailed at the thought of being observed, after spending so much of his life in stealth mode. It was in the middle of the day, and most of them should be at work. Still, he was not about to make a careless mistake.
‘Well, are you a wizard or not?’ his mind taunted him. How else had he survived all those years in stealth mode? He grabbed his wand at the side of the tub and cast the Notice Me Not spell, and a Muffliato spell for good measure. Thus assured, he slumped back down into the tub, letting the jet do its work against his buttocks. He didn’t quite have the nerve to turn around yet, but it felt good. Better than good.
His inner muscles twitched, demanding more attention. Finally giving in, Severus spun around, tentatively presenting his front to the jet. His whole body shuddered as the flow crashed against him. Breathing in deeply, he leaned closer, daring to press against the jet. A long moan was ripped from his throat as his clit swelled, trying to get ever-closer to the source of its pleasure. God, Black had been right. This was bloody brilliant! His hips began rocking back and forth of their own accord, mashing his clit into the stream. His legs began to tense as his arousal soared. “So good, so good!” he whimpered. He chanced a glance down, marveling at his hips that pistoned with a will of their own. His clit was so engorged that it looked like a miniature cock. He was dripping and wide open, begging for the jet to fuck him. ‘I’m such a slut!’ he thought in amazement, but rather than deflating his interest, it spurred him on to greater heights. Black had been right, curse him. He was humping Esther, riding the jet like it was a bronco, right out in plain sight. Did that mean that he had a secret exhibitionist streak? His cunt twitched, and soon all conscious thought was gone. He spread himself wide, pressing against the jet as hard as he could. He held his hips as still as possible, though they twitched and trembled. The gushing water was hitting his sweet spot, causing a gush of his own in return. His entire world had narrowed to that tiny area between his legs. His legs were tense and trembling, his breath coming in pants. He made a keening noise as his buttocks tightened and his cunt squeezed. He had never focused so much on the upward spiral to orgasm. Every time he thought his body would give in and explode, he reached a higher plateau. His heart hammered madly, and the burning in his cunt was nearly painful. It was almost too much to bear, and he considered pulling away. But his hips remained glued in place, his snatch thrumming in time to the water beating on its eager surface. No, as agonizingly pleasurable as this was, he could not stop. He was too far gone. He needed to see this through to the end.
His persistence was rewarded as his hips gave one more mighty jerk, and his cunt exploded in a throbbing frenzy. “Yes! Yes!” he sobbed, throwing his head back as his back arched. His snatch squeezed and pulsed, sending shocks cascading through his whole body. It went on and on, until Severus thought he would surely die. The clutching of his cunt finally began to calm, but to his amazement, he pressed close to the jet again, still unsatisfied. His body surged in a second orgasm, just as powerful as the first. He howled, beyond words as his body folded forward, jerking uncontrollably. At last, the intense orgasm released him, and he fell backwards into the tub. He lay there, panting and twitching with aftershocks. Merlin. What had *that* been? He had had self-induced orgasms with Siruis’ help, but nothing that intense. Was it the jet, or was it the fact that he had done it on his own? He wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to find out either. A small ugly part of him told him that he had been disgusting, humping a tub in the open like nasty street trash. To his amazement, he had no trouble muzzling it. Must be the cloud of amazing afterglow. Once he had pushed his dark thoughts aside, all he could think was… ‘I did it!’
He spent the next day waiting for the other shoe to drop. He did have misgivings and uneasy feelings, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been the last time he had attempted self-pleasure. Still, it had been easier this time since he hadn’t interacted directly with his flesh. He still had a long way to go until he could grant Sirius’ wish, but at least he was on his way. His cunt certainly seemed happy with the proceedings. It fairly seemed to hum with satisfaction.
Sirius firecalled him in the evening to see how he was getting on. Severus had blushed and stammered like a schoolboy. Sirius had given him an odd look and asked if everything was all right. Severus had quickly assured him. He couldn’t bring himself to let Sirius know of his exploits. Part of him was embarrassed, but another part of him wanted to selfishly keep the news to himself. This experience was so new; he wanted to digest it for awhile before sharing it.
His first attempt had gone so well, he decided he would take things another step. He wandered around nude, enjoying his freedom and solitude. When the interest piqued him, he had sat down and tried to caress his folds a few times, but nausea and disgust had overtaken him. It was a letdown, especially after his prior resounding success.
He sat on the bed, pondering the situation. If only he could ask someone for advice, or find something to distract him. Black was an amazing fount of information (sometimes far too much), but there was no way he was going to ask for his help this time. He didn’t want to tip his hand or get Black’s hopes up. And he was absolutely *not* going to set foot into one of those lewd shops. He wondered if one of Black’s videos would be educational. They were certainly explicit but would probably not suit his needs. For example, he wasn’t about to wank with a stiletto heel.
Something tickled the back of his mind. Wait… there *was* someone… or something… that might be able to help. Now where did it go? Severus jumped up and began frantically digging through drawers and shelves. He finally discovered it tucked away in the nightstand.
The figure in the photo stirred, blinking its eyes sleepily. He then shook his head in surprise when he saw who was watching him, sitting up and fixing Snape with a curious gaze. Severus looked upon his nude photo in amazement. His photo had come so much farther than he had managed. His photo self was relaxed and happy, enjoying languishing in bed without a stitch on. But that was nothing compared to what the photo usually got up to. The sheets were usually roiling as eager hands worked his pliant body. Severus envied his photo’s ease and comfort with his body. Perhaps the photo could teach him a trick or two.
The photo grinned when he saw that Severus was naked. It was somewhat disconcerting to look at his photo self. The picture was taken before the surgery, so the photograph still displayed small, high breasts. The photo arched an eyebrow, and Severus flushed. Grinning knowingly, his picture self began withdrawing items from under the sheet.
First was a vibrator. This one was cylindrical and rubbery, but thankfully it bore only a passing resemblance to an erect penis. Severus didn’t think he could handle the sight of one of those faux cocks. His picture flipped a switch, and though he could not hear the sound, Severus could see it shaking. He squeezed his legs together as a trickle of moisture escaped. His body hadn’t forgotten how much it had liked Black’s toy.
The photograph was not done. He next withdrew a riding crop and smacked it against his hand tantalizingly. Snape swallowed hard. He remembered all too well the day Sirius had watched pornography with him and got him to smack himself. The idea of a riding crop filled him with equal measures of fear and desire. As predicted, the photo gently swatted the crop against his hand, but then turned it over and pushed the handle through a loose fist. Oh my; something that he hadn’t even considered.
Sensing his uncertainly, the photo set the riding crop aside and once again reached under the covers. Great Merlin, was there a whole arsenal in there?! To Snape’s astonishment, the next object to emerge was a… carrot. A carrot?! The photo licked it suggestively and pantomimed inserting it. His versatility was impressive, but Severus definitely did not feel up to experimenting with food. He was starting to wonder if this had been a mistake. He would never look at carrots in the same way again.
To his surprise, the photo produced yet another object from under the sheet. He grinned, holding it aloft. It was an egg beater. The picture shook with silent laughter as Severus fainted dead away.
When Snape regained consciousness, he gave the picture a filthy look. The cheeky bastard was obviously trying to hide his laughter. He winked and tossed the egg beater aside. Thank heavens that had been a joke, since an egg beater wasn’t something that ever wanted to see used in a sexual capacity.
His tentative interest was waning, replaced with the usual doubts and fears that plagued him. The photo gave him a sympathetic look. Severus no longer felt up to trying, but he did not look away as the picture lowered the sheets. It was a shock to see the small tits bouncing on his chest, but obviously the picture still enjoyed them. He licked a finger and traced his nipple teasingly, hips arching. A hand reached out to snag the vibrator, still humming merrily away. Photo Snape licked the tip, then trailed it around his breasts, pausing briefly to nudge each of his nipples, which were standing at attention. Severus felt his moist folds throb in empathy.
The photo sighed in enjoyment, languidly trailing the device down his cleavage to probe at his navel. Becoming impatient, he continued the vibrator’s journey further south. He bypassed the juncture between his legs to stroke the toy up his thighs. Severus found himself holding his breath as the sex toy finally made contact with the portrait’s damp entrance. The photo moaned silently. Seemingly of its own volition, Snape’s hand wandered between his legs. He felt a bit queasy, but he gently cupped himself. He did not feel ready to explore further, but he needed at least a little bit of stimulation.
Photo Snape ran the vibrating tip over his clit, and Severus watched in fascination as his entire body shuddered. The figure in the picture adjusted the setting, making the toy vibrate even harder. He bit his lip, arching his back as the vibrator danced over his clitoris. His thigh muscles began to tense, and the expression on his face was rapturous. Severus’ heart thundered. This was even more amazing than the times he and Black had watched the girl at Grimmauld Place. He could see everything up close from someone who knew he was watching and was taking the time to demonstrate. His palm became drenched, though he could not bring himself to move it against his damp flesh.
Hips shifting impatiently, the picture took a free hand and began stroking his glistening folds. Groaning with delight, he slid in a fingertip. Severus felt his own body pulse as he saw a drop of moisture slide down, disappearing between the photo’s rear. His companion seemed unusually keyed up and near release. He feverishly wished the picture could talk, since he was dying to know - had it just been awhile, or was the vibrator really that good?
Photo Snape grimaced as he reached a new level of need. Abandoning all pretense, he thrust a finger in eagerly. A second digit was quickly introduced. Snape wasn’t sure, but he thought they might be making a crooking motion, like Black loved doing to him. The picture had clearly found his internal sweet spot, for his mouth opened wide in a muted scream. Severus was enthralled by the sight. Sweat dotted his companion’s cleavage as his breasts heaved. His legs were spread wide, the vibrator clutched in one white-fingered hand as the fingers in the other hand pistoned frantically. Of all things, Snape was mesmerized by the way the toes curled in unbearable delight.
His entire body tensed, and Severus held his breath once more, recognizing the magic calm moment before the storm. Photo Severus arched up, both hands nearly a blur as his legs stiffened and twitched. His teeth were clenched in a grimace. Severus could practically see the pulsing of his cunt at it sucked eagerly at his fingers. Fluid gushed at each mighty contraction. When the fit finally ended, the picture smiled at him in weary satisfaction.
With a cry of frustration, Severus flung the picture face-down. Why must this be so difficult for him? How could his photo find self-pleasure so easy? His heart aching in tune with his damp flesh, he flung the covers over him. Black was due back in scant days, and it was looking like he had gotten as far as he could. Disappointment was nothing new. He had been a fool to get his hopes up.
* * * * *
Severus gasped as he felt a hand touching him between his legs. “Mmm,” he moaned. Black hardly needed more encouragement as his fingers eagerly got to work. Severus pouted - he wanted so much more, but Black was in a teasing mood. “I want you to come,” he breathed in Snape’s ear, “again and again and again. This is just a preview of coming attractions.” His thumb brushed his protruding clit, and Snape screamed in release.
* * * * *
Severus gasped as his eyes flew open, his body still shuddering in orgasm. His hand was trapped between his pelvis and the mattress, and his hips ground in a jerky rhythm. He threw himself on his back, his cunt still twitching with aftershocks. Just what the hell had *that* been? Here he had been stressing and angsting over his deal with Black, and all this time his body had known better than his mind what it had needed. Maybe - just maybe - he had given up too soon.
Severus forced himself to get up, and a quick wave of his wand cleaned the wet spot. He set about the business of the day - making breakfast, reading the mail, hitting the waves - but his manner of waking dwelt in the back of his mind. A tenseness between his legs let him know that his early-morning frottage had not been sufficiently satisfying. He took a shower after returning from the beach, and normally he could barely even look at himself to wash, but today he could barely keep his hand from lingering. Clearly, absence made parts other than the heart grow fonder.
He carefully dried himself off, patting certain areas perhaps more than necessary. Enough stalling. It was time.
He grabbed the photo and settled it before him on the bed. Its occupant gazed at him warily, concerned about yesterday’s reaction. When he saw Snape’s nervous interest, he smiled widely. Severus timidly brought his hand down near his cunt, but the photo gestured toward the bureau. Snape rolled over and rummaged into the drawer, withdrawing the vibrator and a bottle of lube. He fiddled with the dial until he had it on a low setting. The item pulsed gently in his hand. Recalling the photo’s actions of yesterday, he probed his chest with the vibrator but was quite unimpressed with the results. His photo laughed gently. Of course… he had forgotten that his chest was no longer nearly as sensitive as it had been. The picture had its own toy out and gestured for Severus to lower his. His hand trembled as he brought it between his legs, imitating the photo’s actions. The vibrator nudged his clit, and Snape jerked, nearly dropping it. ‘Come now,’ he chided, ‘you’ve gotten this far before!’ He grasped the toy firmly and brought it back into place. Ahh, that felt good. He had been damp all day, but the area between his legs was becoming slicker by the moment.
The photo gently wiggled the vibrator against his protruding clitoris, and Severus followed suit. Sparks of sensation burst from his cunt. Brilliant! He glanced down, watching his flesh pulsate as the toy worked its magic. He felt the familiar sickening sensation overcoming him, but a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The photo was gesturing to him, pointing to his eyes, then Snape, then himself. Agreed. It was best to watch his picture self than his own parts. Distraction would be the only way he could get through this.
The picture worked the vibrator at his clit for awhile more, indulging Severus with moans and wriggles of delight. Snape did not need much convincing, since he could feel the delicious sensations for himself. Merlin, if he had had this magic device sooner, perhaps he could have forged an uneasy truce with his body at an earlier date.
The picture trailed the vibrator down his open cleft and plunged it in. Severus looked doubtful. Penetration reminded him of his freakish nature… but then again, it also reminded him of Black and the pleasure his lover gave him. Mentally shrugging, he oiled up the vibrator with slightly shaking hands. He positioned it at his entrance, fighting back a queasy feeling. He only had to look long enough to get it in. He was alternately amazed and horrified by the red engorged flesh between his legs. His clit resembled a miniature cock, straining and demanding to be fucked. If all went well, it would soon get its wish.
The vibrator slipped on its first attempt. He ground his teeth and tried once more. Black had kept him loosened up, so the appliance slipped in without much urging. A soft moan escaped as he plunged the toy in deep. Mmm, he had missed this! He sat back, idly watching the picture fuck himself on the toy as he worked the vibrator out of his own body. His mind automatically associated the penetration with Black. The mere thought of rough sex with Black was enough to sustain his libido and keep any self-destructive thoughts at bay.
Reaching the point of no return, he allowed his head to flop back, thrusting the vibrator as deep and as hard as he could. He found the delightful spot within him and nearly screamed, but it still wasn’t quite enough. Noticing that the photo was rubbing his clit frantically with his free hand, he brought a thumb to his own and saw a dazzling array of stars. “Gods! Sirius!” he yelled. He had been keyed up all day, and his impending orgasm was hurtling toward him with the speed of a freight train. The photo spread his legs wide, legs jerking and twitching. Snape was not far behind. His eyes closed as his legs also opened of their own volition. His rear arched off the bed, his heels digging in, as his whole body shook. His cunt squeezed around the toy so hard that Severus was sure that it would snap. “Oh!” he cried, losing all train of thought except for the amazing sensations that rocked him.
Once the incredible fit released him from its grip, he slumped bonelessly against the bed. With the last bit of strength, he removed the vibrator, switched it off and cast it aside. A soft snore filled the air as a small smile graced the slumbering man. The picture gave his live self a large smile and a thumbs-up as he too lay down for a well-deserved rest.
Severus joyfully greeted Black and Cygnus’ return. The enthusiasm took both of them by surprise. Black was thrilled with his lover’s eagerness and attributed it to the time they had spent apart. He caught Snape exhibiting a Mona Lisa smile from time to time. It intrigued him, but Severus merely explained that things were going well. Black sensed a work-related discussion coming on. Such technical terms gave him a headache, so he quickly changed the topic.
For his part, Severus was determined to not let himself backslide. He began a self-pleasuring regimen. He would diddle himself a bit when Black was out of the house. At first it had been difficult to orgasm. He was not quite ready for Black to catch him, and the fear sometimes took away from his enjoyment. He was also trying to adjust to using his hands, and that also tended to put a damper on his mood. However, he was making slow progress. Once he had a handle on self-stimulation in a private environment, he moved up to touching himself with Black in the house. He gave himself a quick pet or two when Black was out of the room. Sometimes he even indulged in the shower. It was unimaginably arousing to touch his eager flesh with his lover just a few rooms away, none the wiser. Pity that the bath was in the guest house, since he couldn’t indulge over there without Sirius wondering why.
Severus pondered his progress one day while seated on the toilet at work. He had insisted on his own private washroom when taking the job. This did not seem to pose much of a problem to the management, so perhaps his request was not so unusual. He was a nervous wreck as it was, with the need to wear Mr. Right and go without his robes. Sharing a bathroom would have been the last straw.
He jumped, realizing that he had been idly fingering his clit. What in the name of Circe was *wrong* with him?! Bad enough that he had turned into a wanton self-pleasuring slut at home. Now he was bringing his perversions into work! He was horrified, until he pictured Black’s reaction, should he ever have the nerve to mention it. Black would be intrigued and quite aroused. Severus realized that his hand had once again returned to its business, and he snatched it away angrily. Could it be that he had unleashed a monster? The idea of Black’s reaction was nearly enough to make him want to continue his illicit actions. One thing was certain - his promise to Black still had to be at the back of his mind. Perhaps once he laid that matter to rest, his wandering hands would become calm once more.
Snape waited with ill-concealed impatience for Black’s nickel-arcade outing with his buddies. Black looked at him strangely when Severus asked what time he would be back. Admittedly, his voice did sound rather strained. “Would you like for me to stay at home?” he asked softly.
Severus vigorously shook his head. “No, no,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Just wanted to know what time to expect you. That’s all.”
“All right,” Sirius said slowly, still looking concerned. “But if you need me, don’t hesitate to let me know.” Severus nodded jerkily.
A short time after he had left, Cygnus had been bundled off to the sitter’s. Now he had the house to himself. Nothing to do but wait. And prepare.
His heart was pounding and his hands were sweating. He paced, almost talking himself out of the deed a hundred times. Black knew nothing about what was to happen. It wasn’t too late to change his mind and try again later. But no… if he did not try now, he was not certain that there *would* be a later.
He tried to get himself in the mood. He lay down on the bed, the radio playing soft romantic music. He caressed his chest and idly stroked his clit. He didn’t want to finish before Black arrived, but he did want to have a good start to the proceedings. Despite his nerves, the slow burn of arousal began to take hold. He forced himself to rise so as to not continue too far. He continued wandering the house, giving himself a rub here and there. The time seemed to pass by interminably. He was now caught between the desire to stop and the desire to keep going.
It was still a bit early, but Severus decided to lie down and indulge with the vibrator a bit. That would surely serve to be a good distraction, as long as he was careful to not take things too far. He lay down on the bed once more, trailing the humming device over his stomach and thighs, which tensed in anticipation. He had just touched the tip to his hardened clit when the wards trembled. His breath caught in his throat. Sirius was early! Severus must have worried him, so he’d come back earlier than expected. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved, since he could not back out now, or upset, since he felt caught unawares. He willed his hand to remain in place.
“Severus?” his lover called.
“In here,” he croaked.
“In bed already?” Black asked, entering the room. He stopped short, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Severus flushed throughout his entire body. “I - I-” he choked. Black’s eyes seemed to burn through him. Such scrutiny brought all his doubt and loathing to the surface. But before he could move to cover himself, Black reached down and held his hand in place.
“Is this for me?” he whispered. Severus nodded weakly, not trusting himself to speak.
“It’s magnificent. So much better than I dreamed. Please, don’t stop.”
Those words gave him a bit of courage. “I… you don’t find it repulsive?”
“Have a look for yourself.” Snape looked at Black’s crotch, which was tented and straining the fabric. “Would this lie?”
“Please,” Severus whispered, gesturing to Black’s erection. In a moment, Sirius had torn off his clothes. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking for all the world like an aging Adonis. He wordlessly summoned the lube and coated his hand liberally. As he began to stroke himself, he looked pleadingly at Snape.
Severus swallowed hard but brought the vibrator back between his legs. “Yes, that’s it,” Black whispered. “I bet that feels good. Does it?”
“Yes,” Severus whispered timidly.
“You don’t have it turned up all the way. Is the lower setting better for you?”
“Yes - the other setting was too in-intense.” He stammered a bit as a rush of pleasure distracted him. His fist on the toy tightened.
Sirus ran his thumb over his swollen cock head. Snape watched enraptured as a bead of precome welled up, and he felt an answering gush of his own fluid.
“You look like you’ve practiced,” Black said thickly. “Oh god, that’s hot. Tell me.”
“I began on Esther,” he said hesitantly, bucking his hips as the toy teased him. “My photo helped me after that.”
“Bless that picture!” Sirius breathed. “I’ll take a picture of myself to keep it company.”
“That’s all we need,” Severus gasped. “Two wankers around here.”
“I think it’s a bit too late.” Black stared intently at Snape’s gaping snatch. “Have you put it in yet?”
“Yes, I’ve tried that. Would you like me to do that now?” He blushed once again at his forwardness.
Black’s expression was sufficient reward. “Oh, yes. I think I might have trouble holding back tonight!”
Severus held his damp folds wide, relishing a moan from his lover. Touching himself had been difficult, almost disgusting, but he felt erotic and admired under Black’s gaze. He took the toy and slowly plunged it within his depths, arching and wriggling in delight. Sirius clutched the base of his cock. “Move it. That’s right, fuck yourself. You’re just a slut, fucking yourself raw. Look at that greedy cunt, sucking on its toy. It’s so hungry and desperate.”
Snape whimpered, watching Sirius slowly begin to stroke himself once more. Feeling his need build, he brought a hand down to pinch and roll his bulging clit. “Yes, that’s right,” Black panted. “Work yourself. Give your cunt what it wants. It wants you, Severus. Give it to yourself hard.”
“I - I’ve wanked in the shower!” he exclaimed with an odd mix of embarrassment and pride. “I touched myself practically every time you had your back turned. I almost did it at work!”
“Fuck! “ Black cried, stilling his hand once more. “You’ve got a filthy mouth on you, and filthy hands to match. Did you really? At work? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Next time, bring yourself off and come home wet for me.”
“Oh - oh god!” The thought of doing such an impossible thing somehow pushed a kink button hidden deep inside. The vibrator shifted, hitting his sweet spot deep within, and he let out a deep-throated scream. He couldn’t remember if he had set the silencing spells, and right now he couldn’t be arsed to care.
“Sirius! Sirius, I’m-”
“Yes, that’s it,” Sirius said raggedly. His hand had resumed its stroking at a frantic pace. “Come for me. Let me see you make yourself come.”
The act was no longer shameful and ugly for Severus. In typical Black style, he had made it part of their sex life. “I’m close!” he confessed. His body was tense and trembling, on the cusp.
“Say that you’re fucking yourself.”
“I - I’m … f…. fucking myself!” he cried in embarrassed arousal.
“Tell me that you’re making yourself come.”
“I’m making myself c-ome!”
“Now say that you love it.”
“I love it! I love it!” And wonder of wonders, he did.
His legs were flung open; his arse rose off the bed. He howled and writhed and shook in a massive orgasm. An answering bellow sounded as Black’s seed striped his stomach and thighs.
With a vulnerable look, Severus held out his arms. Black gladly tumbled into them, and they held each other tightly. “That was amazing,” Sirius murmured. “*You* were amazing.”
“I did it for you,” Severus whispered.
“And you also did it for yourself. Let’s get some sleep, and I’ll be sure to get you some special toys in the morning.” He kissed away Snape’s sleepy protest.
Unnoticed on the nightstand, a photo smiled.
Author: PhantomTF
Pairing/Characters: SS/SB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, masturbation, trans!snape/stealth!snape, implied misuse of an egg-beater
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine, but I will ensure that the are ridden hard and put away wet.
Summary: Snape gets in touch with himself
Author's note: The incomparable ratherbrightred has allowed me to write an epilogue to the amazing fanfiction arc. I'm not worthy!
Anyone familiar with these stories will recognize Stealth!Snape, but if you have been living in a cave and missed them, you can find them here:
Sexing the Pumpkin
Pumpkins Are Not the Only Fruit
Severus sighed in contentment, leaning back in the hot tub. Merlin, he hadn’t realized how badly he had needed this.
The past few months at work had been chaotic. He’d had an exciting breakthrough in his research, but it meant that he had to devote nearly every spare minute to monitoring unstable potions and writing down his observations for publication. When the storm had passed, he had been practically ordered to take a vacation. For once, Snape agreed. He had been neglecting Sirius and Cygnus, and he had been looking forward to some family time. Conjugal relations had also been sporadic, and to be frank, he had been looking forward to a good reaming.
Then the letter had arrived. Severus had been trying for ages to get Cygnus into a consultation with specialists in Germany. Snape’s name carried some weight, but not enough to cut through all the red tape. Unfortunately, the specialists had chosen now to schedule the visit. They wanted to observe Cygnus closely for a week. It was a marvelous opportunity; one that likely would not come again. But Sirius saw the look on Snape’s face and immediately insisted that he stay home. Severus was exhausted and was not up to the trip, especially one that would involve rigorous testing and observations. Snape protested, but not nearly as hard as Sirius had expected, proving his point that Severus needed his rest. At the end, Severus agreed to let Sirius take Cygnus without him, on the condition that Sirius would present the specialists with a mile-long scroll of Snape’s suggestions. And here Snape was, alone. Bliss.
There was only one thing preying on his mind. Severus was a man of his word, and he hated to leave any obligation unfulfilled. Black had fulfilled his fantasy of fantastic ocean sex, but Severus had yet to return the favor. Black wanted to… to… to watch him *touch* himself! The very thought caused him to break out in a cold sweat and bile to rise in his throat. He desperately wanted to please his lover, but if he could not even think of the act, how could he bring himself to do it? And yet… and yet he had come close once before. Perhaps he could manage this time, if the conditions were right. Privacy… check. Interest… well, not in the act itself so much, but to please Black… he supposed so. Check. Arousal… oh, dear… check. His cunt was used to plenty of attention, and it was making its impatience known.
He relaxed in Esther, enjoying the turbulent water as soothed his knotted muscles. As much as he loved his family (he marveled at the word), it was nice to have some time to himself. He shifted, and he felt a strong jet pulse against his rear. Severus jumped in surprise. It had felt strange, but not-altogether-bad. He recalled the day Sirius introduced him to the pleasures of the bathroom faucet. Had Sirius increased the intensity of the jet, as he had threatened? He did not recall the stream being quite that intense. The water continued to blast against his behind, flowing around to caress the junction between his legs. He gasped, feeling dampness begin that was not due to the water surging around him. No, he was absolutely *not* going to get off in the hot tub! It was… it was beyond ridiculous! And yet, Severus pictured the look on Siruis’ face when he described the pleasure. Sirius had adjusted the jet for him. Sirius wanted him to enjoy himself. Did he not owe it to his lover to at least give it a try?
He cast a quick nervous glance around him. But what about the neighbors? He quailed at the thought of being observed, after spending so much of his life in stealth mode. It was in the middle of the day, and most of them should be at work. Still, he was not about to make a careless mistake.
‘Well, are you a wizard or not?’ his mind taunted him. How else had he survived all those years in stealth mode? He grabbed his wand at the side of the tub and cast the Notice Me Not spell, and a Muffliato spell for good measure. Thus assured, he slumped back down into the tub, letting the jet do its work against his buttocks. He didn’t quite have the nerve to turn around yet, but it felt good. Better than good.
His inner muscles twitched, demanding more attention. Finally giving in, Severus spun around, tentatively presenting his front to the jet. His whole body shuddered as the flow crashed against him. Breathing in deeply, he leaned closer, daring to press against the jet. A long moan was ripped from his throat as his clit swelled, trying to get ever-closer to the source of its pleasure. God, Black had been right. This was bloody brilliant! His hips began rocking back and forth of their own accord, mashing his clit into the stream. His legs began to tense as his arousal soared. “So good, so good!” he whimpered. He chanced a glance down, marveling at his hips that pistoned with a will of their own. His clit was so engorged that it looked like a miniature cock. He was dripping and wide open, begging for the jet to fuck him. ‘I’m such a slut!’ he thought in amazement, but rather than deflating his interest, it spurred him on to greater heights. Black had been right, curse him. He was humping Esther, riding the jet like it was a bronco, right out in plain sight. Did that mean that he had a secret exhibitionist streak? His cunt twitched, and soon all conscious thought was gone. He spread himself wide, pressing against the jet as hard as he could. He held his hips as still as possible, though they twitched and trembled. The gushing water was hitting his sweet spot, causing a gush of his own in return. His entire world had narrowed to that tiny area between his legs. His legs were tense and trembling, his breath coming in pants. He made a keening noise as his buttocks tightened and his cunt squeezed. He had never focused so much on the upward spiral to orgasm. Every time he thought his body would give in and explode, he reached a higher plateau. His heart hammered madly, and the burning in his cunt was nearly painful. It was almost too much to bear, and he considered pulling away. But his hips remained glued in place, his snatch thrumming in time to the water beating on its eager surface. No, as agonizingly pleasurable as this was, he could not stop. He was too far gone. He needed to see this through to the end.
His persistence was rewarded as his hips gave one more mighty jerk, and his cunt exploded in a throbbing frenzy. “Yes! Yes!” he sobbed, throwing his head back as his back arched. His snatch squeezed and pulsed, sending shocks cascading through his whole body. It went on and on, until Severus thought he would surely die. The clutching of his cunt finally began to calm, but to his amazement, he pressed close to the jet again, still unsatisfied. His body surged in a second orgasm, just as powerful as the first. He howled, beyond words as his body folded forward, jerking uncontrollably. At last, the intense orgasm released him, and he fell backwards into the tub. He lay there, panting and twitching with aftershocks. Merlin. What had *that* been? He had had self-induced orgasms with Siruis’ help, but nothing that intense. Was it the jet, or was it the fact that he had done it on his own? He wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to find out either. A small ugly part of him told him that he had been disgusting, humping a tub in the open like nasty street trash. To his amazement, he had no trouble muzzling it. Must be the cloud of amazing afterglow. Once he had pushed his dark thoughts aside, all he could think was… ‘I did it!’
He spent the next day waiting for the other shoe to drop. He did have misgivings and uneasy feelings, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been the last time he had attempted self-pleasure. Still, it had been easier this time since he hadn’t interacted directly with his flesh. He still had a long way to go until he could grant Sirius’ wish, but at least he was on his way. His cunt certainly seemed happy with the proceedings. It fairly seemed to hum with satisfaction.
Sirius firecalled him in the evening to see how he was getting on. Severus had blushed and stammered like a schoolboy. Sirius had given him an odd look and asked if everything was all right. Severus had quickly assured him. He couldn’t bring himself to let Sirius know of his exploits. Part of him was embarrassed, but another part of him wanted to selfishly keep the news to himself. This experience was so new; he wanted to digest it for awhile before sharing it.
His first attempt had gone so well, he decided he would take things another step. He wandered around nude, enjoying his freedom and solitude. When the interest piqued him, he had sat down and tried to caress his folds a few times, but nausea and disgust had overtaken him. It was a letdown, especially after his prior resounding success.
He sat on the bed, pondering the situation. If only he could ask someone for advice, or find something to distract him. Black was an amazing fount of information (sometimes far too much), but there was no way he was going to ask for his help this time. He didn’t want to tip his hand or get Black’s hopes up. And he was absolutely *not* going to set foot into one of those lewd shops. He wondered if one of Black’s videos would be educational. They were certainly explicit but would probably not suit his needs. For example, he wasn’t about to wank with a stiletto heel.
Something tickled the back of his mind. Wait… there *was* someone… or something… that might be able to help. Now where did it go? Severus jumped up and began frantically digging through drawers and shelves. He finally discovered it tucked away in the nightstand.
The figure in the photo stirred, blinking its eyes sleepily. He then shook his head in surprise when he saw who was watching him, sitting up and fixing Snape with a curious gaze. Severus looked upon his nude photo in amazement. His photo had come so much farther than he had managed. His photo self was relaxed and happy, enjoying languishing in bed without a stitch on. But that was nothing compared to what the photo usually got up to. The sheets were usually roiling as eager hands worked his pliant body. Severus envied his photo’s ease and comfort with his body. Perhaps the photo could teach him a trick or two.
The photo grinned when he saw that Severus was naked. It was somewhat disconcerting to look at his photo self. The picture was taken before the surgery, so the photograph still displayed small, high breasts. The photo arched an eyebrow, and Severus flushed. Grinning knowingly, his picture self began withdrawing items from under the sheet.
First was a vibrator. This one was cylindrical and rubbery, but thankfully it bore only a passing resemblance to an erect penis. Severus didn’t think he could handle the sight of one of those faux cocks. His picture flipped a switch, and though he could not hear the sound, Severus could see it shaking. He squeezed his legs together as a trickle of moisture escaped. His body hadn’t forgotten how much it had liked Black’s toy.
The photograph was not done. He next withdrew a riding crop and smacked it against his hand tantalizingly. Snape swallowed hard. He remembered all too well the day Sirius had watched pornography with him and got him to smack himself. The idea of a riding crop filled him with equal measures of fear and desire. As predicted, the photo gently swatted the crop against his hand, but then turned it over and pushed the handle through a loose fist. Oh my; something that he hadn’t even considered.
Sensing his uncertainly, the photo set the riding crop aside and once again reached under the covers. Great Merlin, was there a whole arsenal in there?! To Snape’s astonishment, the next object to emerge was a… carrot. A carrot?! The photo licked it suggestively and pantomimed inserting it. His versatility was impressive, but Severus definitely did not feel up to experimenting with food. He was starting to wonder if this had been a mistake. He would never look at carrots in the same way again.
To his surprise, the photo produced yet another object from under the sheet. He grinned, holding it aloft. It was an egg beater. The picture shook with silent laughter as Severus fainted dead away.
When Snape regained consciousness, he gave the picture a filthy look. The cheeky bastard was obviously trying to hide his laughter. He winked and tossed the egg beater aside. Thank heavens that had been a joke, since an egg beater wasn’t something that ever wanted to see used in a sexual capacity.
His tentative interest was waning, replaced with the usual doubts and fears that plagued him. The photo gave him a sympathetic look. Severus no longer felt up to trying, but he did not look away as the picture lowered the sheets. It was a shock to see the small tits bouncing on his chest, but obviously the picture still enjoyed them. He licked a finger and traced his nipple teasingly, hips arching. A hand reached out to snag the vibrator, still humming merrily away. Photo Snape licked the tip, then trailed it around his breasts, pausing briefly to nudge each of his nipples, which were standing at attention. Severus felt his moist folds throb in empathy.
The photo sighed in enjoyment, languidly trailing the device down his cleavage to probe at his navel. Becoming impatient, he continued the vibrator’s journey further south. He bypassed the juncture between his legs to stroke the toy up his thighs. Severus found himself holding his breath as the sex toy finally made contact with the portrait’s damp entrance. The photo moaned silently. Seemingly of its own volition, Snape’s hand wandered between his legs. He felt a bit queasy, but he gently cupped himself. He did not feel ready to explore further, but he needed at least a little bit of stimulation.
Photo Snape ran the vibrating tip over his clit, and Severus watched in fascination as his entire body shuddered. The figure in the picture adjusted the setting, making the toy vibrate even harder. He bit his lip, arching his back as the vibrator danced over his clitoris. His thigh muscles began to tense, and the expression on his face was rapturous. Severus’ heart thundered. This was even more amazing than the times he and Black had watched the girl at Grimmauld Place. He could see everything up close from someone who knew he was watching and was taking the time to demonstrate. His palm became drenched, though he could not bring himself to move it against his damp flesh.
Hips shifting impatiently, the picture took a free hand and began stroking his glistening folds. Groaning with delight, he slid in a fingertip. Severus felt his own body pulse as he saw a drop of moisture slide down, disappearing between the photo’s rear. His companion seemed unusually keyed up and near release. He feverishly wished the picture could talk, since he was dying to know - had it just been awhile, or was the vibrator really that good?
Photo Snape grimaced as he reached a new level of need. Abandoning all pretense, he thrust a finger in eagerly. A second digit was quickly introduced. Snape wasn’t sure, but he thought they might be making a crooking motion, like Black loved doing to him. The picture had clearly found his internal sweet spot, for his mouth opened wide in a muted scream. Severus was enthralled by the sight. Sweat dotted his companion’s cleavage as his breasts heaved. His legs were spread wide, the vibrator clutched in one white-fingered hand as the fingers in the other hand pistoned frantically. Of all things, Snape was mesmerized by the way the toes curled in unbearable delight.
His entire body tensed, and Severus held his breath once more, recognizing the magic calm moment before the storm. Photo Severus arched up, both hands nearly a blur as his legs stiffened and twitched. His teeth were clenched in a grimace. Severus could practically see the pulsing of his cunt at it sucked eagerly at his fingers. Fluid gushed at each mighty contraction. When the fit finally ended, the picture smiled at him in weary satisfaction.
With a cry of frustration, Severus flung the picture face-down. Why must this be so difficult for him? How could his photo find self-pleasure so easy? His heart aching in tune with his damp flesh, he flung the covers over him. Black was due back in scant days, and it was looking like he had gotten as far as he could. Disappointment was nothing new. He had been a fool to get his hopes up.
* * * * *
Severus gasped as he felt a hand touching him between his legs. “Mmm,” he moaned. Black hardly needed more encouragement as his fingers eagerly got to work. Severus pouted - he wanted so much more, but Black was in a teasing mood. “I want you to come,” he breathed in Snape’s ear, “again and again and again. This is just a preview of coming attractions.” His thumb brushed his protruding clit, and Snape screamed in release.
* * * * *
Severus gasped as his eyes flew open, his body still shuddering in orgasm. His hand was trapped between his pelvis and the mattress, and his hips ground in a jerky rhythm. He threw himself on his back, his cunt still twitching with aftershocks. Just what the hell had *that* been? Here he had been stressing and angsting over his deal with Black, and all this time his body had known better than his mind what it had needed. Maybe - just maybe - he had given up too soon.
Severus forced himself to get up, and a quick wave of his wand cleaned the wet spot. He set about the business of the day - making breakfast, reading the mail, hitting the waves - but his manner of waking dwelt in the back of his mind. A tenseness between his legs let him know that his early-morning frottage had not been sufficiently satisfying. He took a shower after returning from the beach, and normally he could barely even look at himself to wash, but today he could barely keep his hand from lingering. Clearly, absence made parts other than the heart grow fonder.
He carefully dried himself off, patting certain areas perhaps more than necessary. Enough stalling. It was time.
He grabbed the photo and settled it before him on the bed. Its occupant gazed at him warily, concerned about yesterday’s reaction. When he saw Snape’s nervous interest, he smiled widely. Severus timidly brought his hand down near his cunt, but the photo gestured toward the bureau. Snape rolled over and rummaged into the drawer, withdrawing the vibrator and a bottle of lube. He fiddled with the dial until he had it on a low setting. The item pulsed gently in his hand. Recalling the photo’s actions of yesterday, he probed his chest with the vibrator but was quite unimpressed with the results. His photo laughed gently. Of course… he had forgotten that his chest was no longer nearly as sensitive as it had been. The picture had its own toy out and gestured for Severus to lower his. His hand trembled as he brought it between his legs, imitating the photo’s actions. The vibrator nudged his clit, and Snape jerked, nearly dropping it. ‘Come now,’ he chided, ‘you’ve gotten this far before!’ He grasped the toy firmly and brought it back into place. Ahh, that felt good. He had been damp all day, but the area between his legs was becoming slicker by the moment.
The photo gently wiggled the vibrator against his protruding clitoris, and Severus followed suit. Sparks of sensation burst from his cunt. Brilliant! He glanced down, watching his flesh pulsate as the toy worked its magic. He felt the familiar sickening sensation overcoming him, but a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The photo was gesturing to him, pointing to his eyes, then Snape, then himself. Agreed. It was best to watch his picture self than his own parts. Distraction would be the only way he could get through this.
The picture worked the vibrator at his clit for awhile more, indulging Severus with moans and wriggles of delight. Snape did not need much convincing, since he could feel the delicious sensations for himself. Merlin, if he had had this magic device sooner, perhaps he could have forged an uneasy truce with his body at an earlier date.
The picture trailed the vibrator down his open cleft and plunged it in. Severus looked doubtful. Penetration reminded him of his freakish nature… but then again, it also reminded him of Black and the pleasure his lover gave him. Mentally shrugging, he oiled up the vibrator with slightly shaking hands. He positioned it at his entrance, fighting back a queasy feeling. He only had to look long enough to get it in. He was alternately amazed and horrified by the red engorged flesh between his legs. His clit resembled a miniature cock, straining and demanding to be fucked. If all went well, it would soon get its wish.
The vibrator slipped on its first attempt. He ground his teeth and tried once more. Black had kept him loosened up, so the appliance slipped in without much urging. A soft moan escaped as he plunged the toy in deep. Mmm, he had missed this! He sat back, idly watching the picture fuck himself on the toy as he worked the vibrator out of his own body. His mind automatically associated the penetration with Black. The mere thought of rough sex with Black was enough to sustain his libido and keep any self-destructive thoughts at bay.
Reaching the point of no return, he allowed his head to flop back, thrusting the vibrator as deep and as hard as he could. He found the delightful spot within him and nearly screamed, but it still wasn’t quite enough. Noticing that the photo was rubbing his clit frantically with his free hand, he brought a thumb to his own and saw a dazzling array of stars. “Gods! Sirius!” he yelled. He had been keyed up all day, and his impending orgasm was hurtling toward him with the speed of a freight train. The photo spread his legs wide, legs jerking and twitching. Snape was not far behind. His eyes closed as his legs also opened of their own volition. His rear arched off the bed, his heels digging in, as his whole body shook. His cunt squeezed around the toy so hard that Severus was sure that it would snap. “Oh!” he cried, losing all train of thought except for the amazing sensations that rocked him.
Once the incredible fit released him from its grip, he slumped bonelessly against the bed. With the last bit of strength, he removed the vibrator, switched it off and cast it aside. A soft snore filled the air as a small smile graced the slumbering man. The picture gave his live self a large smile and a thumbs-up as he too lay down for a well-deserved rest.
Severus joyfully greeted Black and Cygnus’ return. The enthusiasm took both of them by surprise. Black was thrilled with his lover’s eagerness and attributed it to the time they had spent apart. He caught Snape exhibiting a Mona Lisa smile from time to time. It intrigued him, but Severus merely explained that things were going well. Black sensed a work-related discussion coming on. Such technical terms gave him a headache, so he quickly changed the topic.
For his part, Severus was determined to not let himself backslide. He began a self-pleasuring regimen. He would diddle himself a bit when Black was out of the house. At first it had been difficult to orgasm. He was not quite ready for Black to catch him, and the fear sometimes took away from his enjoyment. He was also trying to adjust to using his hands, and that also tended to put a damper on his mood. However, he was making slow progress. Once he had a handle on self-stimulation in a private environment, he moved up to touching himself with Black in the house. He gave himself a quick pet or two when Black was out of the room. Sometimes he even indulged in the shower. It was unimaginably arousing to touch his eager flesh with his lover just a few rooms away, none the wiser. Pity that the bath was in the guest house, since he couldn’t indulge over there without Sirius wondering why.
Severus pondered his progress one day while seated on the toilet at work. He had insisted on his own private washroom when taking the job. This did not seem to pose much of a problem to the management, so perhaps his request was not so unusual. He was a nervous wreck as it was, with the need to wear Mr. Right and go without his robes. Sharing a bathroom would have been the last straw.
He jumped, realizing that he had been idly fingering his clit. What in the name of Circe was *wrong* with him?! Bad enough that he had turned into a wanton self-pleasuring slut at home. Now he was bringing his perversions into work! He was horrified, until he pictured Black’s reaction, should he ever have the nerve to mention it. Black would be intrigued and quite aroused. Severus realized that his hand had once again returned to its business, and he snatched it away angrily. Could it be that he had unleashed a monster? The idea of Black’s reaction was nearly enough to make him want to continue his illicit actions. One thing was certain - his promise to Black still had to be at the back of his mind. Perhaps once he laid that matter to rest, his wandering hands would become calm once more.
Snape waited with ill-concealed impatience for Black’s nickel-arcade outing with his buddies. Black looked at him strangely when Severus asked what time he would be back. Admittedly, his voice did sound rather strained. “Would you like for me to stay at home?” he asked softly.
Severus vigorously shook his head. “No, no,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Just wanted to know what time to expect you. That’s all.”
“All right,” Sirius said slowly, still looking concerned. “But if you need me, don’t hesitate to let me know.” Severus nodded jerkily.
A short time after he had left, Cygnus had been bundled off to the sitter’s. Now he had the house to himself. Nothing to do but wait. And prepare.
His heart was pounding and his hands were sweating. He paced, almost talking himself out of the deed a hundred times. Black knew nothing about what was to happen. It wasn’t too late to change his mind and try again later. But no… if he did not try now, he was not certain that there *would* be a later.
He tried to get himself in the mood. He lay down on the bed, the radio playing soft romantic music. He caressed his chest and idly stroked his clit. He didn’t want to finish before Black arrived, but he did want to have a good start to the proceedings. Despite his nerves, the slow burn of arousal began to take hold. He forced himself to rise so as to not continue too far. He continued wandering the house, giving himself a rub here and there. The time seemed to pass by interminably. He was now caught between the desire to stop and the desire to keep going.
It was still a bit early, but Severus decided to lie down and indulge with the vibrator a bit. That would surely serve to be a good distraction, as long as he was careful to not take things too far. He lay down on the bed once more, trailing the humming device over his stomach and thighs, which tensed in anticipation. He had just touched the tip to his hardened clit when the wards trembled. His breath caught in his throat. Sirius was early! Severus must have worried him, so he’d come back earlier than expected. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved, since he could not back out now, or upset, since he felt caught unawares. He willed his hand to remain in place.
“Severus?” his lover called.
“In here,” he croaked.
“In bed already?” Black asked, entering the room. He stopped short, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Severus flushed throughout his entire body. “I - I-” he choked. Black’s eyes seemed to burn through him. Such scrutiny brought all his doubt and loathing to the surface. But before he could move to cover himself, Black reached down and held his hand in place.
“Is this for me?” he whispered. Severus nodded weakly, not trusting himself to speak.
“It’s magnificent. So much better than I dreamed. Please, don’t stop.”
Those words gave him a bit of courage. “I… you don’t find it repulsive?”
“Have a look for yourself.” Snape looked at Black’s crotch, which was tented and straining the fabric. “Would this lie?”
“Please,” Severus whispered, gesturing to Black’s erection. In a moment, Sirius had torn off his clothes. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking for all the world like an aging Adonis. He wordlessly summoned the lube and coated his hand liberally. As he began to stroke himself, he looked pleadingly at Snape.
Severus swallowed hard but brought the vibrator back between his legs. “Yes, that’s it,” Black whispered. “I bet that feels good. Does it?”
“Yes,” Severus whispered timidly.
“You don’t have it turned up all the way. Is the lower setting better for you?”
“Yes - the other setting was too in-intense.” He stammered a bit as a rush of pleasure distracted him. His fist on the toy tightened.
Sirus ran his thumb over his swollen cock head. Snape watched enraptured as a bead of precome welled up, and he felt an answering gush of his own fluid.
“You look like you’ve practiced,” Black said thickly. “Oh god, that’s hot. Tell me.”
“I began on Esther,” he said hesitantly, bucking his hips as the toy teased him. “My photo helped me after that.”
“Bless that picture!” Sirius breathed. “I’ll take a picture of myself to keep it company.”
“That’s all we need,” Severus gasped. “Two wankers around here.”
“I think it’s a bit too late.” Black stared intently at Snape’s gaping snatch. “Have you put it in yet?”
“Yes, I’ve tried that. Would you like me to do that now?” He blushed once again at his forwardness.
Black’s expression was sufficient reward. “Oh, yes. I think I might have trouble holding back tonight!”
Severus held his damp folds wide, relishing a moan from his lover. Touching himself had been difficult, almost disgusting, but he felt erotic and admired under Black’s gaze. He took the toy and slowly plunged it within his depths, arching and wriggling in delight. Sirius clutched the base of his cock. “Move it. That’s right, fuck yourself. You’re just a slut, fucking yourself raw. Look at that greedy cunt, sucking on its toy. It’s so hungry and desperate.”
Snape whimpered, watching Sirius slowly begin to stroke himself once more. Feeling his need build, he brought a hand down to pinch and roll his bulging clit. “Yes, that’s right,” Black panted. “Work yourself. Give your cunt what it wants. It wants you, Severus. Give it to yourself hard.”
“I - I’ve wanked in the shower!” he exclaimed with an odd mix of embarrassment and pride. “I touched myself practically every time you had your back turned. I almost did it at work!”
“Fuck! “ Black cried, stilling his hand once more. “You’ve got a filthy mouth on you, and filthy hands to match. Did you really? At work? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Next time, bring yourself off and come home wet for me.”
“Oh - oh god!” The thought of doing such an impossible thing somehow pushed a kink button hidden deep inside. The vibrator shifted, hitting his sweet spot deep within, and he let out a deep-throated scream. He couldn’t remember if he had set the silencing spells, and right now he couldn’t be arsed to care.
“Sirius! Sirius, I’m-”
“Yes, that’s it,” Sirius said raggedly. His hand had resumed its stroking at a frantic pace. “Come for me. Let me see you make yourself come.”
The act was no longer shameful and ugly for Severus. In typical Black style, he had made it part of their sex life. “I’m close!” he confessed. His body was tense and trembling, on the cusp.
“Say that you’re fucking yourself.”
“I - I’m … f…. fucking myself!” he cried in embarrassed arousal.
“Tell me that you’re making yourself come.”
“I’m making myself c-ome!”
“Now say that you love it.”
“I love it! I love it!” And wonder of wonders, he did.
His legs were flung open; his arse rose off the bed. He howled and writhed and shook in a massive orgasm. An answering bellow sounded as Black’s seed striped his stomach and thighs.
With a vulnerable look, Severus held out his arms. Black gladly tumbled into them, and they held each other tightly. “That was amazing,” Sirius murmured. “*You* were amazing.”
“I did it for you,” Severus whispered.
“And you also did it for yourself. Let’s get some sleep, and I’ll be sure to get you some special toys in the morning.” He kissed away Snape’s sleepy protest.
Unnoticed on the nightstand, a photo smiled.