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Outtake from "The Familiar" by Resonant
Settling the sleeping youth on the bed, Snape carefully removed the spectacles. The dark lashes lifted.
Potter squinted at him, eyes flicking down to his nightshirt's open collar and back up to his face. He smiled.
" 'm not in your bed," he said hoarsely. "Why?"
"I've no idea," Snape said.
He just had time to drop the spectacles on the nightstand before he was being borne back to his own bed and tasted everywhere -- temple, jaw, neck, throat.
"Potter," he sighed, and felt a chuckle against his earlobe, and amended: "Harry."
"Severus," Harry breathed into his ear, and Snape turned his head and sought blindly for Harry's mouth.
"Taste like you smell," Harry murmured into their kiss. After a moment he bit very gently on Snape's lower lip and pulled back a bit. Snape opened his eyes and found Harry looking at him.
"Too many ideas," Harry admitted. "Dunno what to do first."
Snape closed his eyes and opened them again. "Take off your clothes."
He meant it to be a suggestion, but his voice was accustomed to giving orders. Harry gave a little squeak and began flinging off clothes with a combination of eagerness and clumsiness that really explained a great deal about his classroom performance.
Snape sat up and undid his nightshirt buttons at a more sedate pace, but his efforts at dignity were somewhat strained when Harry climbed in behind him, rested his chin on his shoulder, and slipped his hand inside the shirt. "Mm," he said, and Snape leaned back against his chest and gave up on unbuttoning to rest his hands on muscular thighs.
"Hm," said Harry's voice in his ear as Harry touched his pants. "Silk? Quite a luxury."
"My only vice," Snape said, and Harry let out a peal of laughter. He gathered up the fabric in one hand and tugged, delivering a tantalizing but inadequate shadow of a caress, and his other hand swept over Snape's chest and thumbed a nipple -- where, and with whom, had the young wretch had time to develop such subtlety? "Ah," Snape said, and his hips flexed with no conscious volition.
Harry let out a fast breath against his ear and continued to pull and release the silk. "Wondered," he murmured a little breathlessly, "used to wonder, if you'd be like this --"
"Earth and air, Harry, touch me," he gasped.
"Fuck." Harry bit down hard where Snape's neck met his shoulder, and his hand at last left off tormenting the shorts and slipped inside.
"Nn --"
Harry stroked him thoroughly, as though he were trying to see with his fingertips, and then he gave one slow pull from base to tip and let go altogether. "Lie down," he murmured, moving back to make room.
Instead, Snape turned and pressed Harry's shoulders back against the pillows so he could look his fill.
Harry somehow looked broader naked than robed, and the same straight dark hair that dusted his forearms also roughened his thighs and the center of his chest. When Snape's eyes fell on his cock, it moved a little as if in greeting.
Snape stroked the backs of his fingers over Harry's throat, down his chest, over his belly. His cock and his hips both moved. Snape's mouth curled. "No," he said, "not yet," and Harry whimpered.
Snape pulled the nightshirt over his head and stood to step out of the pants. Harry's eyes on him were like coals, and Snape stood for a moment and let himself be looked at. Then Harry raised an arm, and Snape lay down in his embrace and let Harry draw him into a kiss.
He stroked Harry's cheek, brushed his unruly hair back from his temples, but Harry's hand went unerringly to his cock. He gasped, and gasped again at the confident sweep of a thumb, and Harry gave him a grin so infuriatingly smug that Snape had no choice but to kiss him again.
Harry rolled to his side and threw a leg over Snape's hip, and suddenly managed to insinuate his own cock into his grip alongside Snape's. This time they both gasped.
Harry licked the corner of Snape's mouth. "Say something," he panted.
"I'm in no -- condition -- to lecture -- just now," Snape grated out, and felt a huff of laughter against his face.
"Ah, hell, I can't --" Harry said, and climaxed violently.
Snape watched his face go tight with climax and then slack with release. After a moment he pushed impatiently into the slackened grip. Harry took the hint and tightened his wet hand, rolling onto his back and drawing Snape half on top of him.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "show me," and he pushed Snape's hair back with his other hand.
"Fuck," Snape said, "Harry," and then he climaxed too.
He opened his eyes to find Harry looking at him with a rather self-satisfied expression, still holding back his hair. He turned and kissed Harry's wrist, and then his palm, and then his fingertips.
"Severus," Harry sighed. "That was --"
"Rather lamentably hasty." Snape pulled up a pillow and laid his head on it, reaching out to push Harry's hair out of his face again. "But I've long since despaired of curbing your reckless speed."
" 'Course, you never had rewards like this to offer."
"Hmph. Lavabo," Snape said, and they were both clean. "A task well done, Mr. Potter, is its own reward."
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