Well, I Didn't Win, But...
I had fun competing in carol_snape's Fic Contest. The challenge was Dark/Slytherin/Top! Harry and since I can't write either Dark or Slytherin Harry, I chose Top! Congrats to the winners, leni_jess and ficbymarks!
Here's the Also Ran:
Title: The Magic Word
Author: DementorDelta
Author's email: Dementordelta@yahoo.com
Notes: Written for Carol Snape's Top!Harry Live Journal challenge.
Summary: A Harry and Snape smutlet. PWP.
Rating: NC-17
"Harder!"
Harry grinned, running his finger down the sweaty back, currently joined to his hips. He'd just sunk himself into Severus' tight heat, feeling the other man pushing back against him.
"Harder, what?" he asked silkily, as the finger, damp from its journey, slid into the spread cleft. His own dark curly hairs brushed his lover's quivering flanks, leaving no gap at all between them until Harry pulled back.
"Harder, damn it!" Severus growled, voice harsh with wanting. Still, Harry didn't move, testing himself, his own control, his own ability to give pleasure.
He laughed now. "I love it when you're like this," he said, settling his other hand on Severus' hip, steadying himself before easing back.
The dark head turned from where it rested on the brocade pillow. "Like what?" Severus snarled, "Getting ready to hex you if you don't *do* something?"
Instead of replying, Harry slammed back in hard. "I love it when you're needy." Out again. "And desperate." Back in hard, balls swaying. "And fucked."
A grimace on the severe features of his lover as he pushed back into Harry's hips. "I'm not fucked *yet*, am I? Unless you--"
Harry had begun to move them both, using both hands now too on Severus' thin hips, pulling his glistening prick nearly all the way out before driving back in hard.
"Oh." Severus' voice was softer, sibilant and throaty. "That's--" The head sank back onto the pillow, moving rhythmically across the brocade with every thrust.
"And I love that sound you make when I'm inside you," Harry said, slowing slightly to look down at his own hard cock. "Almost like a snake," he said dreamily.
His lover had no sarcastic rejoinder, gurgling instead into the bed pillow, eyes nearly white in their sockets. Harry leaned over the lean flanks, raking his hands up, over the hills and valleys of the other man's ribcage, ending up in the lush hair of Severus' armpit, damp now with exertion.
Harry grabbed the thin shoulder, pulling himself back out again, looking down at his slowly moving prick, letting just the edge of the head peek out from the rim of tight muscle sheathing him. The ring tightened, and Harry gasped.
"Ah! Oh, shit!" he said, hissing then slamming back in before he lost his seat.
"Fuck me," Severus demanded, writhing into Harry's hips, pushing himself back eagerly. Harry, still testing his control, pulled back again, letting Severus impale himself shallowly, but not letting him go any deeper.
"Fuck me, what?" Harry asked, not quite as cheekily as before, fingers still clenched in the taut skin of his lover's shoulder.
"Fuck me, damn it!" Severus spat, arse moving back, sinking himself on Harry's thick cock. "Please," he whimpered, and Harry used the leverage of hip and shoulder to pound into the welcoming tightness, balls slapping with effort.
"Please, please, oh please," Severus murmured, conscious of having found the magic word, more than willing to use it now that Harry was complying.
The begging snapped what was left of Harry's hard-won control. Swirling pleasure coalesced along his nerve endings, racing toward his engorged shaft, urging him toward completion. But Harry was a caring lover. Severus had taught him that.
"Do you want to come this way?" he asked, sliding the hand on Severus' hip around to the jutting cock below it.
"Yes, oh, please, please." Then a grunt as Harry's hand closed around Severus' erection, fisting it in time with his own strokes. Faster then. Moans, desperate and needy, tore out of his throat, or Severus' when the older man shuddered beneath him, head jerking up, then back. Severus shivered with the force of his pleasure. The tight arse clenched around Harry's moving prick, and he buried himself one last time into the heat and velvet of his lover. Pleasure poured out of them both, mingling with sweat as Harry's come-coated hand slid through the crisp tangle of curls between Severus' legs.
Still clutching his lover, Harry leaned over the damp back, molding himself along the ridge of spine. Cock still buried, he was careful not to dislodge it, but rocked them both slowly, mouth moving in the damp tendrils of hair that fanned across Severus' back.
"Mmm, " Severus purred, sounding much less like a snake now. He turned his head, and Harry nuzzled his cheek, licking slightly at the salty sweat that sheened them both.
"It's good to be home, isn't it?" he drawled, not really expecting an answer. His lover wasn't the chatty sort after sex.
Snape tensed, but relaxed immediately, though all he said, was, "Mmm," again.
It was about as good as Harry ever got after that sort of rogering. "To fuck in our own bed?" he tried again, hoping for a reply. He liked the way Severus' voice sounded after he'd been pounded into the pillows.
"Once you stopped admiring yourself in my arse and put your back into it," Severus said, opening one eye at last.
"You look so hot with your arse up in the air like that," Harry said, feeling warm at just the memory of it. They were still rocking slowly, until Harry felt himself slipping out. He eased back, trailing a finger in the dribbling streams of cream coating them both. "So fucking hot," he murmured, rubbing his fingers together idly.
Severus had collapsed onto his side, and Harry crawled in beside him, too boneless and sated to move further. Not that he wanted to. He felt the finger along his scalp, pushing back his hair. He opened his eyes and smiled dreamily.
"Do you really feel like you're home?" Severus asked quietly. "Here, I mean?"
It was their fourth summer together, the fourth one where Harry had joined his lover in this modest house during the holidays. He traced the long edge of the beaky nose, loving the soft hesitation in the husky voice.
Harry smiled happily. "I don't mean to presume, of course." His wandering hand wended its way down over the sharp chin, down the damp throat, flattening across the sweat-slick belly so close to his own. "It is your house."
"Implying, I suppose, that you feel more at home inside my arse, than in my house."
The trouble with Snape's teasing, Harry reflected, was that it took an expert to tell the difference between actual teasing and a dressing down. Luckily Harry was an expert. He luxuriated as one of the long legs rubbed up against his, settling his hand on one bony hip. "I always thought Hogwarts would be my home, since we live there most of the year."
Severus had asked him to move in after that first summer, on the pretext that it was easier by far to yell at him for his frequent transgressions if Harry was close by. It was as romantic an offer as Harry had ever got from this man. He looked around the bedroom, at the still-packed trunk they'd left for tomorrow. At their shoes neatly placed side by side on the floor by the closet. At their wands, also side by side on the nightstand, in the specially carved wandstand that had been a Christmas gift from Hermione a year ago.
"I don't know," he went on, "This feels homey."
Severus' gaze took in the same features of the fire-lit room. "It is a bit ramshackle." He was tracing obscure patterns on Harry's chest, patterns that Harry knew were probably alchemical symbols.
Harry tilted his lover's chin up. "That just means it has character." He kissed the side of Severus' mouth. "Like you."
Severus snorted, but let Harry finish his kiss first. "Character? I don't know who's character that says more about--mine or yours."
Curling up next to the lean body beside him, Harry yawned. "It *is* your house," he said again.
"You bought the bed," Severus pointed out.
Eyes drifting closed Harry smiled. "Seemed only fair since my, er, exertions broke it in the first place." He felt the brush of lips over his cheek.
"Welcome home, Harry," Severus said, settling beside Harry, his own eyes closing.
Here's the Also Ran:
Title: The Magic Word
Author: DementorDelta
Author's email: Dementordelta@yahoo.com
Notes: Written for Carol Snape's Top!Harry Live Journal challenge.
Summary: A Harry and Snape smutlet. PWP.
Rating: NC-17
"Harder!"
Harry grinned, running his finger down the sweaty back, currently joined to his hips. He'd just sunk himself into Severus' tight heat, feeling the other man pushing back against him.
"Harder, what?" he asked silkily, as the finger, damp from its journey, slid into the spread cleft. His own dark curly hairs brushed his lover's quivering flanks, leaving no gap at all between them until Harry pulled back.
"Harder, damn it!" Severus growled, voice harsh with wanting. Still, Harry didn't move, testing himself, his own control, his own ability to give pleasure.
He laughed now. "I love it when you're like this," he said, settling his other hand on Severus' hip, steadying himself before easing back.
The dark head turned from where it rested on the brocade pillow. "Like what?" Severus snarled, "Getting ready to hex you if you don't *do* something?"
Instead of replying, Harry slammed back in hard. "I love it when you're needy." Out again. "And desperate." Back in hard, balls swaying. "And fucked."
A grimace on the severe features of his lover as he pushed back into Harry's hips. "I'm not fucked *yet*, am I? Unless you--"
Harry had begun to move them both, using both hands now too on Severus' thin hips, pulling his glistening prick nearly all the way out before driving back in hard.
"Oh." Severus' voice was softer, sibilant and throaty. "That's--" The head sank back onto the pillow, moving rhythmically across the brocade with every thrust.
"And I love that sound you make when I'm inside you," Harry said, slowing slightly to look down at his own hard cock. "Almost like a snake," he said dreamily.
His lover had no sarcastic rejoinder, gurgling instead into the bed pillow, eyes nearly white in their sockets. Harry leaned over the lean flanks, raking his hands up, over the hills and valleys of the other man's ribcage, ending up in the lush hair of Severus' armpit, damp now with exertion.
Harry grabbed the thin shoulder, pulling himself back out again, looking down at his slowly moving prick, letting just the edge of the head peek out from the rim of tight muscle sheathing him. The ring tightened, and Harry gasped.
"Ah! Oh, shit!" he said, hissing then slamming back in before he lost his seat.
"Fuck me," Severus demanded, writhing into Harry's hips, pushing himself back eagerly. Harry, still testing his control, pulled back again, letting Severus impale himself shallowly, but not letting him go any deeper.
"Fuck me, what?" Harry asked, not quite as cheekily as before, fingers still clenched in the taut skin of his lover's shoulder.
"Fuck me, damn it!" Severus spat, arse moving back, sinking himself on Harry's thick cock. "Please," he whimpered, and Harry used the leverage of hip and shoulder to pound into the welcoming tightness, balls slapping with effort.
"Please, please, oh please," Severus murmured, conscious of having found the magic word, more than willing to use it now that Harry was complying.
The begging snapped what was left of Harry's hard-won control. Swirling pleasure coalesced along his nerve endings, racing toward his engorged shaft, urging him toward completion. But Harry was a caring lover. Severus had taught him that.
"Do you want to come this way?" he asked, sliding the hand on Severus' hip around to the jutting cock below it.
"Yes, oh, please, please." Then a grunt as Harry's hand closed around Severus' erection, fisting it in time with his own strokes. Faster then. Moans, desperate and needy, tore out of his throat, or Severus' when the older man shuddered beneath him, head jerking up, then back. Severus shivered with the force of his pleasure. The tight arse clenched around Harry's moving prick, and he buried himself one last time into the heat and velvet of his lover. Pleasure poured out of them both, mingling with sweat as Harry's come-coated hand slid through the crisp tangle of curls between Severus' legs.
Still clutching his lover, Harry leaned over the damp back, molding himself along the ridge of spine. Cock still buried, he was careful not to dislodge it, but rocked them both slowly, mouth moving in the damp tendrils of hair that fanned across Severus' back.
"Mmm, " Severus purred, sounding much less like a snake now. He turned his head, and Harry nuzzled his cheek, licking slightly at the salty sweat that sheened them both.
"It's good to be home, isn't it?" he drawled, not really expecting an answer. His lover wasn't the chatty sort after sex.
Snape tensed, but relaxed immediately, though all he said, was, "Mmm," again.
It was about as good as Harry ever got after that sort of rogering. "To fuck in our own bed?" he tried again, hoping for a reply. He liked the way Severus' voice sounded after he'd been pounded into the pillows.
"Once you stopped admiring yourself in my arse and put your back into it," Severus said, opening one eye at last.
"You look so hot with your arse up in the air like that," Harry said, feeling warm at just the memory of it. They were still rocking slowly, until Harry felt himself slipping out. He eased back, trailing a finger in the dribbling streams of cream coating them both. "So fucking hot," he murmured, rubbing his fingers together idly.
Severus had collapsed onto his side, and Harry crawled in beside him, too boneless and sated to move further. Not that he wanted to. He felt the finger along his scalp, pushing back his hair. He opened his eyes and smiled dreamily.
"Do you really feel like you're home?" Severus asked quietly. "Here, I mean?"
It was their fourth summer together, the fourth one where Harry had joined his lover in this modest house during the holidays. He traced the long edge of the beaky nose, loving the soft hesitation in the husky voice.
Harry smiled happily. "I don't mean to presume, of course." His wandering hand wended its way down over the sharp chin, down the damp throat, flattening across the sweat-slick belly so close to his own. "It is your house."
"Implying, I suppose, that you feel more at home inside my arse, than in my house."
The trouble with Snape's teasing, Harry reflected, was that it took an expert to tell the difference between actual teasing and a dressing down. Luckily Harry was an expert. He luxuriated as one of the long legs rubbed up against his, settling his hand on one bony hip. "I always thought Hogwarts would be my home, since we live there most of the year."
Severus had asked him to move in after that first summer, on the pretext that it was easier by far to yell at him for his frequent transgressions if Harry was close by. It was as romantic an offer as Harry had ever got from this man. He looked around the bedroom, at the still-packed trunk they'd left for tomorrow. At their shoes neatly placed side by side on the floor by the closet. At their wands, also side by side on the nightstand, in the specially carved wandstand that had been a Christmas gift from Hermione a year ago.
"I don't know," he went on, "This feels homey."
Severus' gaze took in the same features of the fire-lit room. "It is a bit ramshackle." He was tracing obscure patterns on Harry's chest, patterns that Harry knew were probably alchemical symbols.
Harry tilted his lover's chin up. "That just means it has character." He kissed the side of Severus' mouth. "Like you."
Severus snorted, but let Harry finish his kiss first. "Character? I don't know who's character that says more about--mine or yours."
Curling up next to the lean body beside him, Harry yawned. "It *is* your house," he said again.
"You bought the bed," Severus pointed out.
Eyes drifting closed Harry smiled. "Seemed only fair since my, er, exertions broke it in the first place." He felt the brush of lips over his cheek.
"Welcome home, Harry," Severus said, settling beside Harry, his own eyes closing.