Harry/Snape fic: My Answer, Part Two
Title: A Free Man
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: N-17
Summary: Harry and Severus have one last night to flirt with other men, but there’s nowhere they’d rather flirt with than with each other. Awww *spew*
Warnings: public!sex, bathroom!sex, blowjobs, buttsecks, fluff
Word Count: 1600
Authors Note: For ”brissygirl” who wanted a sequel to My Answer. Hope you enjoy it ☺
~*~
“I told you, Ron, we didn’t want a stag night.” Harry groaned as he walked through the door and caught sight of the penis-shaped balloons that adorned every inch of the disco-lit pub. He turned to get back-up from Severus, who merely spluttered and coughed as soon as he set eyes on the scene before him.
The Weasley twins frog-marched Harry and Severus into the center of the room. “Oh come on, Harry, you need one last night of freedom. Look how much trouble we’ve gone to on your behalf!”
“Our behalf?” Severus raised an accusing eyebrow as a blonde, voluptuous waitress sauntered past in a glittery costume.
Ron blushed. “Yeah, well, we have straight blokes here as well, we had to cater to everyone, didn’t we?”
Harry snorted. “And just how did you cater to me and Severus exactly?”
As if in answer to Harry’s question, a tall, burly blonde man wearing a black G-String and a tattoo stating “Gavin” made his way to where they were stadning.
“And just who is the lucky groom to be?” he purred, toying with the flimsy scrap of fabric while everyone in the room clapped and whooped.
Severus and Harry looked on with abject horror, and pointed at each other.
“He is.”
~*~
Several horribly embarrassing and very public lapdances later, and Harry and Severus had managed to sneak away and now found themselves fumbling against each other in a toilet stall.
“You think Ron’ll notice we’re gone?” Harry gasped as Severus bit down on his recently exposed shoulder and sucked furiously.
“Doubtful.” Severus answered shortly, his voice muffled by Harry’s neck. “It seems someone contacted his fiancé, and informed her about young Ronald’s flirtations with that charming waitress. He will be suitably occupied for the next hour, at least.”
“Oh Severus, you didn’t!” Harry scolded, then moaned as Severus impatiently tore open the rest of Harry’s buttons. “Oh yeah, Gods I wanted you all evening.” Harry babbled, frotting madly against Severus’ legs.
Severus groaned low in his throat and pressed forwards into Harry’s inviting thrusts. “You know, it is said that bad luck befalls a couple who see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding.” He leaned forwards and peppered Harry’s jawline with kisses.
Harry panted and writhed against the stall wall. “Should I leave then? Let you enjoy your last night as a free man?” Harry spoke playfully, but he let a serious edge creep into his voice, gently letting Severus know that he would indeed leave if Severus wanted to indulge in another lap dance with ‘Gavin’.
Severus drew back a little too sharply, and Harry nearly stumbled, as Severus had been supporting rather a lot of his weight.
“Tonight is not my last night as a free man.” Severus spoke low, the vibrations echoing in his throat. “Tomorrow, my Harry, I begin life as a free man. Tomorrow I am free from fearing that we won’t make it, for we will have already done so in spite of everything that has been thrown at us. Tomorrow I am free to pledge my undying love for you in front of all the Wizarding World, so that they will know you are forever mine. Tomorrow I am free to call you my husband.”
Harry couldn’t help it - he swooned just a little bit at Severus’ impassioned words.
“That was good, you know.” He said weakly. “And to think you needed Hermione’s help with writing your vows.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Liar. She told me.”
Severus smirked and pounced, crushing Harry up against the cubicle wall again. “And so? Does the great Harry Potter feel a need to revel in his last night of single life?”
“Yes.” Harry grinned and resumed humping Severus’ leg. “With you. This is the last night we get to live in sin, you know.”
Severus worked a hand between their bodies and undid his fly. “We will have to find other ways to do so. Lowering the Health and Safety standards of this bathroom isn’t a bad start, wouldn’t you say?”
Harry sank to his knees and cast heated eyes up at his fiancé. “Promise to keep taking me out to nice places like this after we’re married?” he teased, settling comfortably on the bathroom floor and wrapping a hand around Severus’ cock.
Severus moaned and threaded a shaking hand through Harry’s hair. Right then, he would have promised Harry the world on a stick if it meant getting that sweet, juicy pink mouth on his cock. And if The Boy Who Lived didn’t already have the world on a stick.
“I love you,” Harry whispered against Severus’ warm, stiff flesh before he sucked it into his mouth.
Severus swore and tightened his grip in Harry’s hair, fending off the urge to slam Harry’s face against his crotch in an effort to get more of that hot, wet, perfect feeling.
Harry gently eased Severus to the back of his throat, swallowing softly so Severus could enjoy the wet muscles contracting around his glans. He inhaled deeply, moaning around his mouthful as he savoured the rich, musky smell of his husband-to-be. The hand that had previously been braced against the toilet wall now came up to gently cup Severus’ sac, massaging the flushed, full balls in time with the bobbing of Harry’s head.
“Stand up, Harry.” Severus rasped as his balls drew up a little too sharply, orgasm swaying dangerously close. Harry looked up, cheeks flushed and green eyes glowing, and that alone nearly undid Severus completely. He yanked Harry off his length by the hair, breathing heavilly as Harry let out a disappointed whine.
Severus roughly arranged Harry into place; taking him against the door would be awkward, as there clearly wasn’t enough room for Harry to open his legs or bend over sufficiently, and Severus had no wish to damage Harry, especially with their wedding night a mere twenty four hours away. He closed the toilet lid and cast a quick scourgify, then encouraged Harry to stand astride it, so he could lean his arms on the tank.
Growling in satisfaction, Severus pulled Harry’s trousers to pool around his ankles, leaving his muscular legs trembling in anticipation. Severus swirled his fingers in his mouth and bought them to Harry’s entrance, adding some quick lubrication to the ring of muscles, clenching greedily around Severus’ bony digits.
“Hurry up, Severus, I’m ready, really I am, please, just fuck me…” Harry mewled as Severus skewered his fingers further into Harry’s body, twirling and twisting in every which-way until Harry was nearly sobbing for something harder, hotter and thicker.
Apprently satisfied, Severus drew back, replacing his hand with his cock, positioned at Harry’s loosened opening.
“Harry-”
“I know.”
“I-”
“I said I know. Just fuck me already, before I pass out.”
Severus gratefully sank into the fleshy furnace, growling and clutching at Harry’s hips. His fiance’ reared his head and grunted as Severus moved forwards inside of him, caught in the moment before their coupling where pain battled with pleasure. As always, pleasure won and a moment later Harry was relaxing forwards again and whispering “More.”
And more, Severus gave him. He drew in and out gently, letting Harry get used to the motion, before speeding up his thrusts and letting himself go. Rivers of heat were coursing through Severus’ body, spurring him to drive forwards harder and faster with every slam of hips. Sweat was pouring off his brow, his face, his chest, even his back. Harry was shouting in a broken staccato of ecstasy, and it dimly occurred to Severus that they probably ought to have cast some kind of silencing charm.
“Fucking - Hell - Severus!” Harry shouted between the brutal thrusts that nearly had him halfway up the toilet wall. Severus was hitting that spot inside of him just right and he didn’t even have to reach down and tug on his cock before his release spilled forwards, coating the toilet beneath him in streaks of white.
“Fucking Gods, yes!” Severus’ voice was tight, forced out as it was from clenched teeth that turned every laboured pant into an audible hiss. The heat in his belly and genitals was coiled so tightly, he didn’t think he could stand it another second; and then he snapped. Bellowing with relief, Severus emptied himself inside Harry’s body; he groaned with satisfaction as he felt Harry’s body overflow with seed.
After the first minute of post-orgasmic haze, Severus was starting to wish they were in their own, comfortable bed, and not slumped awkwardly over a toilet.
“Shall we adjourn?” he asked lazily, withdrawing his wand and cleaning up both the stall and his messy fiancé.
Harry nodded, doing his pants up and exiting the toilet on shaky legs. They’d not gotten to the door when Severus stopped them.
“Hold on, I forgot something.”
Harry was about to ask what, when he realized they were approaching the shrieking figure of Hermione Granger, standing over a cowering Ron. Standing awkwardly to the side was the blonde waitress.
“I said give me one good reason why I shouldn’t leave you right now, Ronald Weasley!” she screeched.
“Evening, Frank.” Severus nodded at the blonde waitress as they passed the scene.
“Night, Severus.” ‘She’ called in a low baritone.
Harry choked, and almost missed Hermione’s spluttered apology as they exited the bar.
“How do you know her? Or him?” Harry demanded as soon as they stepped into the cold night air.
“Him. Most assuredly a him. And he is merely an old friend. I suspect Fred and George had something to do with his employment tonight.” He gave Harry a look. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
“No, no, of course not.” Harry babbled. Severus stopped them both in their tracks to pull him into a kiss.
“I cannot say it enough, Harry. You are the only man I will ever love.” As he spoke, he touched the silver engagement ring on Harry’s left hand.
Harry nodded, fighting the burning prickle at the back of his throat. Tomorrow, they would be free men at last.
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: N-17
Summary: Harry and Severus have one last night to flirt with other men, but there’s nowhere they’d rather flirt with than with each other. Awww *spew*
Warnings: public!sex, bathroom!sex, blowjobs, buttsecks, fluff
Word Count: 1600
Authors Note: For ”brissygirl” who wanted a sequel to My Answer. Hope you enjoy it ☺
~*~
“I told you, Ron, we didn’t want a stag night.” Harry groaned as he walked through the door and caught sight of the penis-shaped balloons that adorned every inch of the disco-lit pub. He turned to get back-up from Severus, who merely spluttered and coughed as soon as he set eyes on the scene before him.
The Weasley twins frog-marched Harry and Severus into the center of the room. “Oh come on, Harry, you need one last night of freedom. Look how much trouble we’ve gone to on your behalf!”
“Our behalf?” Severus raised an accusing eyebrow as a blonde, voluptuous waitress sauntered past in a glittery costume.
Ron blushed. “Yeah, well, we have straight blokes here as well, we had to cater to everyone, didn’t we?”
Harry snorted. “And just how did you cater to me and Severus exactly?”
As if in answer to Harry’s question, a tall, burly blonde man wearing a black G-String and a tattoo stating “Gavin” made his way to where they were stadning.
“And just who is the lucky groom to be?” he purred, toying with the flimsy scrap of fabric while everyone in the room clapped and whooped.
Severus and Harry looked on with abject horror, and pointed at each other.
“He is.”
~*~
Several horribly embarrassing and very public lapdances later, and Harry and Severus had managed to sneak away and now found themselves fumbling against each other in a toilet stall.
“You think Ron’ll notice we’re gone?” Harry gasped as Severus bit down on his recently exposed shoulder and sucked furiously.
“Doubtful.” Severus answered shortly, his voice muffled by Harry’s neck. “It seems someone contacted his fiancé, and informed her about young Ronald’s flirtations with that charming waitress. He will be suitably occupied for the next hour, at least.”
“Oh Severus, you didn’t!” Harry scolded, then moaned as Severus impatiently tore open the rest of Harry’s buttons. “Oh yeah, Gods I wanted you all evening.” Harry babbled, frotting madly against Severus’ legs.
Severus groaned low in his throat and pressed forwards into Harry’s inviting thrusts. “You know, it is said that bad luck befalls a couple who see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding.” He leaned forwards and peppered Harry’s jawline with kisses.
Harry panted and writhed against the stall wall. “Should I leave then? Let you enjoy your last night as a free man?” Harry spoke playfully, but he let a serious edge creep into his voice, gently letting Severus know that he would indeed leave if Severus wanted to indulge in another lap dance with ‘Gavin’.
Severus drew back a little too sharply, and Harry nearly stumbled, as Severus had been supporting rather a lot of his weight.
“Tonight is not my last night as a free man.” Severus spoke low, the vibrations echoing in his throat. “Tomorrow, my Harry, I begin life as a free man. Tomorrow I am free from fearing that we won’t make it, for we will have already done so in spite of everything that has been thrown at us. Tomorrow I am free to pledge my undying love for you in front of all the Wizarding World, so that they will know you are forever mine. Tomorrow I am free to call you my husband.”
Harry couldn’t help it - he swooned just a little bit at Severus’ impassioned words.
“That was good, you know.” He said weakly. “And to think you needed Hermione’s help with writing your vows.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Liar. She told me.”
Severus smirked and pounced, crushing Harry up against the cubicle wall again. “And so? Does the great Harry Potter feel a need to revel in his last night of single life?”
“Yes.” Harry grinned and resumed humping Severus’ leg. “With you. This is the last night we get to live in sin, you know.”
Severus worked a hand between their bodies and undid his fly. “We will have to find other ways to do so. Lowering the Health and Safety standards of this bathroom isn’t a bad start, wouldn’t you say?”
Harry sank to his knees and cast heated eyes up at his fiancé. “Promise to keep taking me out to nice places like this after we’re married?” he teased, settling comfortably on the bathroom floor and wrapping a hand around Severus’ cock.
Severus moaned and threaded a shaking hand through Harry’s hair. Right then, he would have promised Harry the world on a stick if it meant getting that sweet, juicy pink mouth on his cock. And if The Boy Who Lived didn’t already have the world on a stick.
“I love you,” Harry whispered against Severus’ warm, stiff flesh before he sucked it into his mouth.
Severus swore and tightened his grip in Harry’s hair, fending off the urge to slam Harry’s face against his crotch in an effort to get more of that hot, wet, perfect feeling.
Harry gently eased Severus to the back of his throat, swallowing softly so Severus could enjoy the wet muscles contracting around his glans. He inhaled deeply, moaning around his mouthful as he savoured the rich, musky smell of his husband-to-be. The hand that had previously been braced against the toilet wall now came up to gently cup Severus’ sac, massaging the flushed, full balls in time with the bobbing of Harry’s head.
“Stand up, Harry.” Severus rasped as his balls drew up a little too sharply, orgasm swaying dangerously close. Harry looked up, cheeks flushed and green eyes glowing, and that alone nearly undid Severus completely. He yanked Harry off his length by the hair, breathing heavilly as Harry let out a disappointed whine.
Severus roughly arranged Harry into place; taking him against the door would be awkward, as there clearly wasn’t enough room for Harry to open his legs or bend over sufficiently, and Severus had no wish to damage Harry, especially with their wedding night a mere twenty four hours away. He closed the toilet lid and cast a quick scourgify, then encouraged Harry to stand astride it, so he could lean his arms on the tank.
Growling in satisfaction, Severus pulled Harry’s trousers to pool around his ankles, leaving his muscular legs trembling in anticipation. Severus swirled his fingers in his mouth and bought them to Harry’s entrance, adding some quick lubrication to the ring of muscles, clenching greedily around Severus’ bony digits.
“Hurry up, Severus, I’m ready, really I am, please, just fuck me…” Harry mewled as Severus skewered his fingers further into Harry’s body, twirling and twisting in every which-way until Harry was nearly sobbing for something harder, hotter and thicker.
Apprently satisfied, Severus drew back, replacing his hand with his cock, positioned at Harry’s loosened opening.
“Harry-”
“I know.”
“I-”
“I said I know. Just fuck me already, before I pass out.”
Severus gratefully sank into the fleshy furnace, growling and clutching at Harry’s hips. His fiance’ reared his head and grunted as Severus moved forwards inside of him, caught in the moment before their coupling where pain battled with pleasure. As always, pleasure won and a moment later Harry was relaxing forwards again and whispering “More.”
And more, Severus gave him. He drew in and out gently, letting Harry get used to the motion, before speeding up his thrusts and letting himself go. Rivers of heat were coursing through Severus’ body, spurring him to drive forwards harder and faster with every slam of hips. Sweat was pouring off his brow, his face, his chest, even his back. Harry was shouting in a broken staccato of ecstasy, and it dimly occurred to Severus that they probably ought to have cast some kind of silencing charm.
“Fucking - Hell - Severus!” Harry shouted between the brutal thrusts that nearly had him halfway up the toilet wall. Severus was hitting that spot inside of him just right and he didn’t even have to reach down and tug on his cock before his release spilled forwards, coating the toilet beneath him in streaks of white.
“Fucking Gods, yes!” Severus’ voice was tight, forced out as it was from clenched teeth that turned every laboured pant into an audible hiss. The heat in his belly and genitals was coiled so tightly, he didn’t think he could stand it another second; and then he snapped. Bellowing with relief, Severus emptied himself inside Harry’s body; he groaned with satisfaction as he felt Harry’s body overflow with seed.
After the first minute of post-orgasmic haze, Severus was starting to wish they were in their own, comfortable bed, and not slumped awkwardly over a toilet.
“Shall we adjourn?” he asked lazily, withdrawing his wand and cleaning up both the stall and his messy fiancé.
Harry nodded, doing his pants up and exiting the toilet on shaky legs. They’d not gotten to the door when Severus stopped them.
“Hold on, I forgot something.”
Harry was about to ask what, when he realized they were approaching the shrieking figure of Hermione Granger, standing over a cowering Ron. Standing awkwardly to the side was the blonde waitress.
“I said give me one good reason why I shouldn’t leave you right now, Ronald Weasley!” she screeched.
“Evening, Frank.” Severus nodded at the blonde waitress as they passed the scene.
“Night, Severus.” ‘She’ called in a low baritone.
Harry choked, and almost missed Hermione’s spluttered apology as they exited the bar.
“How do you know her? Or him?” Harry demanded as soon as they stepped into the cold night air.
“Him. Most assuredly a him. And he is merely an old friend. I suspect Fred and George had something to do with his employment tonight.” He gave Harry a look. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
“No, no, of course not.” Harry babbled. Severus stopped them both in their tracks to pull him into a kiss.
“I cannot say it enough, Harry. You are the only man I will ever love.” As he spoke, he touched the silver engagement ring on Harry’s left hand.
Harry nodded, fighting the burning prickle at the back of his throat. Tomorrow, they would be free men at last.