Birthday!gift: A Strange Affair
Title: A Strange Affair
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairings: Snape/Draco, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex. Also, I think Snape/Draco calls for a warning! (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 2380
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for pepper202. Do not blame her for this, however. It's one of those bizarre plot bunnies that have been plaguing me lately, and I offered it to her since I know she likes Drapery.
Summary: Severus Snape married Draco Malfoy as a favor to Narcissa. Trouble is, Severus is not gay. Enter Harry Potter.
Draco stepped out of the shower and dried off before reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the top shelf of the cupboard. His husband had requested Draco prepare himself for him, and he was happy to do so. He and Severus were seldom intimate, and Draco enjoyed the rare sexual contact with his spouse.
Severus looked up when Draco entered the bedroom, wearing only a bath robe sashed at his waist. His young husband was flushed and damp from his shower, and he unknotted the tie of his robe and allowed it to fall at his feet before he joined Severus in bed. Draco remained on his knees and lowered himself on his forearms, arse raised invitingly. Severus lifted his night shirt and grasped his erection, guiding it to his husband's entrance. He pushed inside and pumped his hips with stilted, jerky motions, bringing himself off quickly. Grimacing with distaste, he withdrew from Draco's body and fled to the bathroom, intent on taking his own shower.
Draco sighed and rolled over, fisting himself until he achieved release. He then spelled himself clean and donned his pyjamas before settling on his side of the bed to sleep. He had nearly dozed off when his husband returned to bed and shut out the light, mumbling, "Good night, Draco."
~*~
Theirs was an odd relationship. Severus Snape had married Draco Malfoy to honor Narcissa Malfoy's dying request that he take care of her son. The only way Severus could see doing that was to marry young Malfoy, which is what had kept Draco out of Azkaban. Unfortunately, Severus Snape was very much a heterosexual, while Draco was unapologetically homosexual. Typically, Severus avoided sexual contact with his husband until his own needs became too pressing to ignore. Then, he would do his duty by Draco, and although he found the act physically satisfying, he had never been able to truly enjoy it. It distressed him somewhat to know that he left Draco unfulfilled, and Severus was grateful that Draco never complained.
Severus had found himself mulling the dilemma over more and more frequently, but he was too proud, not to mention embarrassed, to seek advice. Therefore, he found it quite serendipitous when Harry Potter came to visit.
~*~
Harry never would have thought he could ever be friends with the likes of Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy, but surviving a war had forged an unlikely alliance with them. He had kept in touch with them since the war, but he had been abroad when the two had gotten married, and Harry had regretted it. For that reason, when he found himself at loose ends, he owled Snape and asked if he could come for a short stay at their country estate. He'd been delighted to receive a reply inviting him to stay for as long as he liked.
~*~
Severus had known Harry Potter was gay; he'd just never before thought about it in context with Draco. Until now. As he sat at the dinner table observing his husband and their guest, it was obvious that Draco and Potter were attracted to one another. Surprisingly, Severus felt only mild amusement rather than any actual jealousy. In true Slytherin form, Severus began to consider the implications and possibilities the situation presented.
~*~
"Excuse me?" Harry exclaimed, certain he hadn't heard Snape correctly. They were seated in the study, where they had retired for snifters of brandy after Draco had gone to bed.
"It's a simple request, Potter. I would like you to have sex with Draco."
"I don't understand..."
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What is there to understand, Potter? You're no virgin, I trust?"
"Of course not, but Draco...he's your husband."
"It is because he is my husband, and I am concerned for his welfare, that I am asking this of you," Severus said with studied patience. "You see, I am not attracted to men in general, and although Draco is handsome enough to be considered almost pretty, I find certain aspects of our relationship to be quite onerous. As a result, Draco is left to see to his own needs, and I feel that I have failed him in that respect."
Harry swallowed nervously. He couldn't deny that the thought of shagging Malfoy was appealing, but the entire situation was a tad surreal. "What if Draco isn't agreeable?" he asked.
"Oh, I think he will be," Severus replied with a slight smirk. "I couldn't help but notice the looks you were giving one another at dinner."
Harry flushed and squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. Finally, he said, "I'm going to my room. If...if Draco comes to my bed tonight, I'll know that you and he discussed it, and that it's truly okay with the both of you." He rose to leave, then paused at Snape's voice.
"Potter? Out of respect for my marriage, I'll expect you to use a prophylactic."
~*~
Harry had been unable to sleep, so when the soft knock sounded at his door, he immediately sprang from his bed to answer it. Draco stood uncertainly in the hallway, still dressed in his pyjamas, and Harry stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. Before Draco could utter a word, Harry spoke. "Is this what you want?"
Draco nodded, hesitantly at first, then more vehemently. Potter led him over to the bed, where they both perched on the edge. "I'll admit I was taken aback when Severus proposed this to me, but we talked it over, and now I am comfortable with the situation. How do you feel about it?" he asked.
Harry cleared his throat. "Honestly? I was startled that Snape would suggest such a thing."
Draco dropped his eyes and fussed with the hem of his T-shirt for a moment. Glancing up at Potter from beneath his lashes, he said, "I do love Severus, and I know he loves me, as well, although it's probably safe to say that what we share is more of a comfortable companionship type of love rather than something grand and romantic. I'm well aware that he sacrificed his own happiness and chance at a family to marry me and honor my mother's wish to keep me safe. He does his best by me, but the sexual aspect of our relationship is...difficult for him. I suspect he'd rather not have sex with me at all, but he has needs, and he refuses to seek his pleasure outside of our marriage."
"Why would he give you permission to seek pleasure outside of your marriage?" Harry felt compelled to ask.
Draco smiled ruefully. "Severus feels that I get nothing from our intimacy, which is not true, but nevertheless, he has encouraged me to take advantage of this unique opportunity."
"Nothing like placing the pressure on me to give you pleasure, yeah?" Harry teased weakly.
"If you'd rather not go through with it, I'll-"
"No, no," Harry interrupted. "I do want to, very badly. It's just awkward."
"Perhaps we could begin with a cuddle?"
~*~
Harry had taken Draco's advice. They had lain together on the large bed, simply holding one another. The close contact had aroused them, and they had progressed to petting and snogging one another. Pyjamas were hastily cast aside and Harry pressed Draco back. Draco went willingly enough, spreading his legs with a shiver of excitement. Severus only ever took him from behind; it was the only way he could stomach it. Harry settled between Draco's thighs, kissing and nipping his way down the pale length of the other's body until he reached the flushed and swollen cock. Draco held his breath. No one had given him head since long before his marriage.
Harry's tongue darted out to lap at the tip of Malfoy's prick, sampling the pre-come there. Draco's hips lifted impatiently, and Harry placed a hand on his flat abdomen to push him gently back down. Keeping his hand splayed there, Harry slowly lowered his head, taking Malfoy deep in his mouth and applying suction.
Draco opened his mouth on a wordless cry, trying desperately to thrust himself deeper into that wet heat and clawing uselessly at the blankets when he was thwarted by the strong hand on his stomach. Draco's body had begun to tense like a bow when Potter cruelly backed off, leaving him whimpering and gasping for breath.
Harry was grateful he'd left his bottle of lubricant and a few condoms on the nightstand within easy reach. He poured some of the lube over his fingers while Malfoy drew his legs up and pleaded with him to hurry. Harry prepared Malfoy with quick efficiency, then tore open a condom and rolled it over his straining cock. "Are you ready for me?" he asked gruffly.
"Yes yes, please yes," Draco babbled, tipping his hips up in greedy supplication. He wailed in uncontrolled pleasure as Potter penetrated him, driving deep and rolling his hips until his cock connected with Draco's prostate. Draco lowered his legs and pressed his heels to the backs of Potter's thighs, trying to draw him in deeper. One hand found its way to Potter's shoulder while the other fisted itself in his lover's unruly hair.
Harry was heedless of the fact that Malfoy engaged in intercourse infrequently. His thoughts scattered at the sensation of being surrounded by the snug heat of Malfoy's body, and Harry found himself compelled to thrust with mindless intent into his willing partner. Malfoy was clinging to him tightly and encouraging him with incoherent cries of rapture that nearly drowned the slick sound of their coupling and the quiet, rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs.
Draco had been brought so near to release when Potter had performed oral sex on him that he was quickly approaching orgasm, winding higher and tighter with each successive thrust of the Potter's deliciously virile cock. He arched into each stroke, twisting his hips to get more contact with his prostate. When Potter's hand reached between their damp bodies to grasp Draco's cock, he came with a drawn-out howl of completion.
Malfoy all but screamed beneath Harry, bucking, thrashing and erupting over his fingers as he climaxed. Harry paused to grind his hips, rubbing Malfoy's sweet spot with the head of his cock and prolonging his lover's orgasm. Only when Malfoy subsided into twitching aftershocks did Harry resume thrusting, pounding into Draco's pliant body until he achieved his own release.
~*~
They had neglected to cast a Silencing charm. Severus could have cast a charm to muffle the noises that were coming from the guest room across the hall, but perversely he continued to listen, pacing the floor of his bedroom as he did so. He was pleased to know that Potter was giving Draco the pleasure he deserved, yet disappointed and even somewhat jealous that he was incapable of bringing his husband that pleasure. Inexplicably, he was also becoming aroused. When Draco returned to their bedroom nearly half an hour later, Severus was waiting for him.
After some post-coital cuddling, Potter retreated to his bathroom to shower, and Draco crossed the hall to the master bedroom, intent on his own shower before he joined Severus in bed. He was surprised to see his husband was still awake. "Severus?" he said uncertainly.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Severus asked, rising from the bed.
"I...yes, I did," Draco admitted, feeling his face grow hot. "Thank you for...for allowing me that opportunity."
Severus approached his husband, his nose detecting the faint scent of sex that still clung to Draco. "If you would, please turn around and place your hands on the vanity," he instructed mildly.
Draco gaped at his husband. "I-I haven't showered," he protested weakly.
"Did you and Potter use protection?" At Draco's wide-eyed nod, Severus continued. "As long as his spunk is not on you or in you, I have no qualms about taking you, and I feel a rather surprising urge to replace his scent on you with my own."
Draco nodded again, his heart clenching at his husband's uncharacteristic display of jealousy and possessiveness. Wordlessly, he turned and bent over, placing his palms flat on the vanity. Draco's cock gave a twitch as his pyjama bottoms were tugged down, baring his arse.
Severus opened his dressing gown, allowing his turgid cock to jut freely from his groin. He parted Draco's arse cheeks, finding him glistening with lubricant and still dilated from Potter's use. He guided his cock to Draco's pouting hole and pushed inside with an earthy groan of pleasure. He pumped his hips enthusiastically, finding the experience of copulating with his husband after Draco's recent bout of sex with another to be almost like being with a woman. Draco's passage was slick with lubricant and loosened enough to resemble a more accommodating female sheath, and when Severus closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that Draco was, indeed, a woman. He came quickly, filling his husband with his ejaculate and satisfying his need to reestablish himself as Draco's rightful lover.
~*~
Breakfast the following morning was a strange affair. By mutual, unspoken agreement, no one mentioned the happenings of last night, yet each of the table's occupants had a sparkle in his eye and a relaxed and happy expression.
They chatted about the weather and exchanged news about mutual acquaintances and discussed plans for the remainder of Harry's visit. Harry set his glass of pumpkin juice down with a laugh. "I never realized there was so much to do and see in this area of England," he remarked. "I may have to extend my stay."
From the corner of his eye, Severus saw Draco lean forward in excitement. Turning his attention to Potter, Severus offered nonchalantly, "You are welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
~fin~
pepper202? I'm sorry I couldn't manage a threesome. Perhaps when your birthday rolls around again next year, I'll be able to do it. You can request a sequel then. *laughs*
A Strange Affair 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairings: Snape/Draco, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex. Also, I think Snape/Draco calls for a warning! (Characters engaged in sexual activity are of age.)
Word count: 2380
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for pepper202. Do not blame her for this, however. It's one of those bizarre plot bunnies that have been plaguing me lately, and I offered it to her since I know she likes Drapery.
Summary: Severus Snape married Draco Malfoy as a favor to Narcissa. Trouble is, Severus is not gay. Enter Harry Potter.
Draco stepped out of the shower and dried off before reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the top shelf of the cupboard. His husband had requested Draco prepare himself for him, and he was happy to do so. He and Severus were seldom intimate, and Draco enjoyed the rare sexual contact with his spouse.
Severus looked up when Draco entered the bedroom, wearing only a bath robe sashed at his waist. His young husband was flushed and damp from his shower, and he unknotted the tie of his robe and allowed it to fall at his feet before he joined Severus in bed. Draco remained on his knees and lowered himself on his forearms, arse raised invitingly. Severus lifted his night shirt and grasped his erection, guiding it to his husband's entrance. He pushed inside and pumped his hips with stilted, jerky motions, bringing himself off quickly. Grimacing with distaste, he withdrew from Draco's body and fled to the bathroom, intent on taking his own shower.
Draco sighed and rolled over, fisting himself until he achieved release. He then spelled himself clean and donned his pyjamas before settling on his side of the bed to sleep. He had nearly dozed off when his husband returned to bed and shut out the light, mumbling, "Good night, Draco."
~*~
Theirs was an odd relationship. Severus Snape had married Draco Malfoy to honor Narcissa Malfoy's dying request that he take care of her son. The only way Severus could see doing that was to marry young Malfoy, which is what had kept Draco out of Azkaban. Unfortunately, Severus Snape was very much a heterosexual, while Draco was unapologetically homosexual. Typically, Severus avoided sexual contact with his husband until his own needs became too pressing to ignore. Then, he would do his duty by Draco, and although he found the act physically satisfying, he had never been able to truly enjoy it. It distressed him somewhat to know that he left Draco unfulfilled, and Severus was grateful that Draco never complained.
Severus had found himself mulling the dilemma over more and more frequently, but he was too proud, not to mention embarrassed, to seek advice. Therefore, he found it quite serendipitous when Harry Potter came to visit.
~*~
Harry never would have thought he could ever be friends with the likes of Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy, but surviving a war had forged an unlikely alliance with them. He had kept in touch with them since the war, but he had been abroad when the two had gotten married, and Harry had regretted it. For that reason, when he found himself at loose ends, he owled Snape and asked if he could come for a short stay at their country estate. He'd been delighted to receive a reply inviting him to stay for as long as he liked.
~*~
Severus had known Harry Potter was gay; he'd just never before thought about it in context with Draco. Until now. As he sat at the dinner table observing his husband and their guest, it was obvious that Draco and Potter were attracted to one another. Surprisingly, Severus felt only mild amusement rather than any actual jealousy. In true Slytherin form, Severus began to consider the implications and possibilities the situation presented.
~*~
"Excuse me?" Harry exclaimed, certain he hadn't heard Snape correctly. They were seated in the study, where they had retired for snifters of brandy after Draco had gone to bed.
"It's a simple request, Potter. I would like you to have sex with Draco."
"I don't understand..."
Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What is there to understand, Potter? You're no virgin, I trust?"
"Of course not, but Draco...he's your husband."
"It is because he is my husband, and I am concerned for his welfare, that I am asking this of you," Severus said with studied patience. "You see, I am not attracted to men in general, and although Draco is handsome enough to be considered almost pretty, I find certain aspects of our relationship to be quite onerous. As a result, Draco is left to see to his own needs, and I feel that I have failed him in that respect."
Harry swallowed nervously. He couldn't deny that the thought of shagging Malfoy was appealing, but the entire situation was a tad surreal. "What if Draco isn't agreeable?" he asked.
"Oh, I think he will be," Severus replied with a slight smirk. "I couldn't help but notice the looks you were giving one another at dinner."
Harry flushed and squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. Finally, he said, "I'm going to my room. If...if Draco comes to my bed tonight, I'll know that you and he discussed it, and that it's truly okay with the both of you." He rose to leave, then paused at Snape's voice.
"Potter? Out of respect for my marriage, I'll expect you to use a prophylactic."
~*~
Harry had been unable to sleep, so when the soft knock sounded at his door, he immediately sprang from his bed to answer it. Draco stood uncertainly in the hallway, still dressed in his pyjamas, and Harry stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. Before Draco could utter a word, Harry spoke. "Is this what you want?"
Draco nodded, hesitantly at first, then more vehemently. Potter led him over to the bed, where they both perched on the edge. "I'll admit I was taken aback when Severus proposed this to me, but we talked it over, and now I am comfortable with the situation. How do you feel about it?" he asked.
Harry cleared his throat. "Honestly? I was startled that Snape would suggest such a thing."
Draco dropped his eyes and fussed with the hem of his T-shirt for a moment. Glancing up at Potter from beneath his lashes, he said, "I do love Severus, and I know he loves me, as well, although it's probably safe to say that what we share is more of a comfortable companionship type of love rather than something grand and romantic. I'm well aware that he sacrificed his own happiness and chance at a family to marry me and honor my mother's wish to keep me safe. He does his best by me, but the sexual aspect of our relationship is...difficult for him. I suspect he'd rather not have sex with me at all, but he has needs, and he refuses to seek his pleasure outside of our marriage."
"Why would he give you permission to seek pleasure outside of your marriage?" Harry felt compelled to ask.
Draco smiled ruefully. "Severus feels that I get nothing from our intimacy, which is not true, but nevertheless, he has encouraged me to take advantage of this unique opportunity."
"Nothing like placing the pressure on me to give you pleasure, yeah?" Harry teased weakly.
"If you'd rather not go through with it, I'll-"
"No, no," Harry interrupted. "I do want to, very badly. It's just awkward."
"Perhaps we could begin with a cuddle?"
~*~
Harry had taken Draco's advice. They had lain together on the large bed, simply holding one another. The close contact had aroused them, and they had progressed to petting and snogging one another. Pyjamas were hastily cast aside and Harry pressed Draco back. Draco went willingly enough, spreading his legs with a shiver of excitement. Severus only ever took him from behind; it was the only way he could stomach it. Harry settled between Draco's thighs, kissing and nipping his way down the pale length of the other's body until he reached the flushed and swollen cock. Draco held his breath. No one had given him head since long before his marriage.
Harry's tongue darted out to lap at the tip of Malfoy's prick, sampling the pre-come there. Draco's hips lifted impatiently, and Harry placed a hand on his flat abdomen to push him gently back down. Keeping his hand splayed there, Harry slowly lowered his head, taking Malfoy deep in his mouth and applying suction.
Draco opened his mouth on a wordless cry, trying desperately to thrust himself deeper into that wet heat and clawing uselessly at the blankets when he was thwarted by the strong hand on his stomach. Draco's body had begun to tense like a bow when Potter cruelly backed off, leaving him whimpering and gasping for breath.
Harry was grateful he'd left his bottle of lubricant and a few condoms on the nightstand within easy reach. He poured some of the lube over his fingers while Malfoy drew his legs up and pleaded with him to hurry. Harry prepared Malfoy with quick efficiency, then tore open a condom and rolled it over his straining cock. "Are you ready for me?" he asked gruffly.
"Yes yes, please yes," Draco babbled, tipping his hips up in greedy supplication. He wailed in uncontrolled pleasure as Potter penetrated him, driving deep and rolling his hips until his cock connected with Draco's prostate. Draco lowered his legs and pressed his heels to the backs of Potter's thighs, trying to draw him in deeper. One hand found its way to Potter's shoulder while the other fisted itself in his lover's unruly hair.
Harry was heedless of the fact that Malfoy engaged in intercourse infrequently. His thoughts scattered at the sensation of being surrounded by the snug heat of Malfoy's body, and Harry found himself compelled to thrust with mindless intent into his willing partner. Malfoy was clinging to him tightly and encouraging him with incoherent cries of rapture that nearly drowned the slick sound of their coupling and the quiet, rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs.
Draco had been brought so near to release when Potter had performed oral sex on him that he was quickly approaching orgasm, winding higher and tighter with each successive thrust of the Potter's deliciously virile cock. He arched into each stroke, twisting his hips to get more contact with his prostate. When Potter's hand reached between their damp bodies to grasp Draco's cock, he came with a drawn-out howl of completion.
Malfoy all but screamed beneath Harry, bucking, thrashing and erupting over his fingers as he climaxed. Harry paused to grind his hips, rubbing Malfoy's sweet spot with the head of his cock and prolonging his lover's orgasm. Only when Malfoy subsided into twitching aftershocks did Harry resume thrusting, pounding into Draco's pliant body until he achieved his own release.
~*~
They had neglected to cast a Silencing charm. Severus could have cast a charm to muffle the noises that were coming from the guest room across the hall, but perversely he continued to listen, pacing the floor of his bedroom as he did so. He was pleased to know that Potter was giving Draco the pleasure he deserved, yet disappointed and even somewhat jealous that he was incapable of bringing his husband that pleasure. Inexplicably, he was also becoming aroused. When Draco returned to their bedroom nearly half an hour later, Severus was waiting for him.
After some post-coital cuddling, Potter retreated to his bathroom to shower, and Draco crossed the hall to the master bedroom, intent on his own shower before he joined Severus in bed. He was surprised to see his husband was still awake. "Severus?" he said uncertainly.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Severus asked, rising from the bed.
"I...yes, I did," Draco admitted, feeling his face grow hot. "Thank you for...for allowing me that opportunity."
Severus approached his husband, his nose detecting the faint scent of sex that still clung to Draco. "If you would, please turn around and place your hands on the vanity," he instructed mildly.
Draco gaped at his husband. "I-I haven't showered," he protested weakly.
"Did you and Potter use protection?" At Draco's wide-eyed nod, Severus continued. "As long as his spunk is not on you or in you, I have no qualms about taking you, and I feel a rather surprising urge to replace his scent on you with my own."
Draco nodded again, his heart clenching at his husband's uncharacteristic display of jealousy and possessiveness. Wordlessly, he turned and bent over, placing his palms flat on the vanity. Draco's cock gave a twitch as his pyjama bottoms were tugged down, baring his arse.
Severus opened his dressing gown, allowing his turgid cock to jut freely from his groin. He parted Draco's arse cheeks, finding him glistening with lubricant and still dilated from Potter's use. He guided his cock to Draco's pouting hole and pushed inside with an earthy groan of pleasure. He pumped his hips enthusiastically, finding the experience of copulating with his husband after Draco's recent bout of sex with another to be almost like being with a woman. Draco's passage was slick with lubricant and loosened enough to resemble a more accommodating female sheath, and when Severus closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that Draco was, indeed, a woman. He came quickly, filling his husband with his ejaculate and satisfying his need to reestablish himself as Draco's rightful lover.
~*~
Breakfast the following morning was a strange affair. By mutual, unspoken agreement, no one mentioned the happenings of last night, yet each of the table's occupants had a sparkle in his eye and a relaxed and happy expression.
They chatted about the weather and exchanged news about mutual acquaintances and discussed plans for the remainder of Harry's visit. Harry set his glass of pumpkin juice down with a laugh. "I never realized there was so much to do and see in this area of England," he remarked. "I may have to extend my stay."
From the corner of his eye, Severus saw Draco lean forward in excitement. Turning his attention to Potter, Severus offered nonchalantly, "You are welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
~fin~
pepper202? I'm sorry I couldn't manage a threesome. Perhaps when your birthday rolls around again next year, I'll be able to do it. You can request a sequel then. *laughs*
A Strange Affair 2