FICLET: After The Rain, Snape/Draco, NC-17
So...I wrote two ficlets last night at hpshortfics, but, er, both of them turned out to be over 1,000 words each. (Yes, when the writer's block breaks, it breaks, it seems. It just doesn't break in the manner I want it to break in. *eyes the WIPs sadly*)
Anyway, I'm going to post these separately, so my apologies for spamming. They're just both too long to post together. And, no, these aren't part of my five kisses fics that I'm doing...more of those are still coming. :) The second fic (a Harry/Ron) can be found here.
Title: After The Rain
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1026
Notes: Written for goseaward's challenge Snape/Draco, corsetry, must include music. The title comes from Coltrane's work.
Draco set the bottle back on the sidebar and picked up the glasses, sipping from one as he turned back to the hearth and Severus slouched in the leather chair beside it. The flames cast flickering shadows across Severus' sharp features and warmed his sallow cheeks, and Draco's breath caught.
He took another drink of brandy, steadying his nerves, and it worked because his voice barely shook at all as he held the other glass to Severus and said, "Happy birthday," as he slid into his lap.
Severus watched him, a small smile curving his thin lips, and he sipped the brandy and settled back in his chair. He brushed his knuckles over Draco's cheek. "I believe you've wished me that more than once today."
"And meant it every time," Draco said, leaning forward to press his mouth quickly against his. He could taste the brandy, faint against the soft warmth of Severus' lips.
Severus smoothed Draco's hair back, tucking it behind his ear. "I must say this has been one of my better ones."
Draco smiled into his glass. "After all we've been through, I'm glad," he said quietly, and he ran a hand down his chest, fingers skimming across the long row of buttons. "Do you want you present now?"
"Present?" Severus set his glass on the sidetable. "Dinner and brandy are rather more than enough, Draco. I'm not a man for gifts."
But over the past six months Draco had learned how speak Snape near fluently, and the almost imperceptible lift of eyebrow and the subtle shift of thighs told him Severus was far more interested than he'd admit.
He was pleased. While he preferred to receive presents himself, Draco took a great deal of delight in giving them-at least to people whom he deemed deserving of his affection.
And Severus was very, very deserving.
A flick of his wand and the record he'd decided on earlier was playing-the one Severus listened to in his study, a favourite relic of his father's, one of the few that he'd kept. Coltrane, he'd told him it was once, and though Draco would never admit it to his father or mother or to Crabbe or Goyle or Pansy even, he loved the sensual slur of the Muggle instruments. He'd sat with Severus often in the evenings, curled up in the chair next to him with Severus's arm draped over his shoulder, watching as Severus closed his eyes, his head moving slowly in time with the smooth rhythm of the horns and piano.
Draco slid off Severus's lap and he smiled at him as he stood up. He smoothed his palms down the front of his dark grey robe, and Severus's eyes darkened over the rim of his snifter and he lowered the glass slowly.
"And what exactly is my present?" he asked, and his voice was soft and silky and the music twisted around his words and made Draco's cock ache.
He undid the first few buttons on his robe. "What would you like?" He shifted on his feet and his robe rippled around his ankles, the brushed wool soft against his bare skin. "I rather think any sort of arrangement might be made tonight." Draco tilted his head and his hair tumbled into his face, shadowing his eyes. "Tell me what you want," he said softly.
Severus licked his bottom lip. The brandy sloshed up the sides of the glass.
"I should think that's bloody obvious," Severus said, setting the glass down. He rubbed his fingertips against the chair arm, slow circles pressing into the worn leather.
Draco laughed, quietly and warmly, and his fingers pulled at his buttons, and it gaped open, just barely giving Severus a glimpse of pale skin and black silk and hard cock. He took a breath and he moved closer, standing between Severus's knees, and he traced the angle of Severus's jaw with his palm. Stubble scraped lightly across his skin and Draco shivered, knowing what it would feel like later with each kiss, each bite, rubbing against his thighs, over his hip, his stomach.
Severus turned his head and he kissed Draco's palm, nipping it gently and Draco breathed out, only realising then that he'd forgotten how to exhale.
"I love you," he whispered, barely over the trill of horns and the pounding of his heart, but Severus stilled and he looked at Draco, eyes wide and deep and Draco said it again, louder this time, and Severus reached for him, his hands sliding into Draco's robe, curling around his waist, pulled narrow by laces and whalebone, and they were kissing, mouths hot and wet and Draco needed Severus; he needed him more than air, needed his touch and his mouth and they were on the floor and Severus was biting his neck, his shoulders, and his mouth was sliding down slick silk, and Draco could feel the heat of him, wanted Severus's hands on him-please, God--and then his fingers, yes, and his mouth, and Draco arched up into Severus's touches and into his cock and he loved him, loved him, please--
They lay silent on the floor, twisted around each other, and Severus's fingers were in Draco's hair, stroking lightly, twisting a blond lock around one knuckle. The firelight was warm on Draco's skin and he touched Severus's chest, almost hesitantly. He could feel the soft beat beneath his fingertips. He looked up at him, then, and Severus's face was shadowed.
Draco bit his lip and his fingers shook as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, I-"
Severus kissed him, pressing him back into the floor and Draco slid his arms around his neck. "Severus," he started and he was cut off with a growl and another kiss.
"Don't," Severus said and his mouth slid open and warm across Draco's cheek. "Don't take it back."
Draco stilled beneath him. "Don't?" he asked hesitantly.
Severus shook his head, his mouth pressed to Draco's hair. "Don't."
And then he understood.
Draco smiled and turned his face into Severus's neck. "All right," he whispered. "I won't."
The last notes of Coltrane died away. The record scratched in the silence.
Anyway, I'm going to post these separately, so my apologies for spamming. They're just both too long to post together. And, no, these aren't part of my five kisses fics that I'm doing...more of those are still coming. :) The second fic (a Harry/Ron) can be found here.
Title: After The Rain
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1026
Notes: Written for goseaward's challenge Snape/Draco, corsetry, must include music. The title comes from Coltrane's work.
Draco set the bottle back on the sidebar and picked up the glasses, sipping from one as he turned back to the hearth and Severus slouched in the leather chair beside it. The flames cast flickering shadows across Severus' sharp features and warmed his sallow cheeks, and Draco's breath caught.
He took another drink of brandy, steadying his nerves, and it worked because his voice barely shook at all as he held the other glass to Severus and said, "Happy birthday," as he slid into his lap.
Severus watched him, a small smile curving his thin lips, and he sipped the brandy and settled back in his chair. He brushed his knuckles over Draco's cheek. "I believe you've wished me that more than once today."
"And meant it every time," Draco said, leaning forward to press his mouth quickly against his. He could taste the brandy, faint against the soft warmth of Severus' lips.
Severus smoothed Draco's hair back, tucking it behind his ear. "I must say this has been one of my better ones."
Draco smiled into his glass. "After all we've been through, I'm glad," he said quietly, and he ran a hand down his chest, fingers skimming across the long row of buttons. "Do you want you present now?"
"Present?" Severus set his glass on the sidetable. "Dinner and brandy are rather more than enough, Draco. I'm not a man for gifts."
But over the past six months Draco had learned how speak Snape near fluently, and the almost imperceptible lift of eyebrow and the subtle shift of thighs told him Severus was far more interested than he'd admit.
He was pleased. While he preferred to receive presents himself, Draco took a great deal of delight in giving them-at least to people whom he deemed deserving of his affection.
And Severus was very, very deserving.
A flick of his wand and the record he'd decided on earlier was playing-the one Severus listened to in his study, a favourite relic of his father's, one of the few that he'd kept. Coltrane, he'd told him it was once, and though Draco would never admit it to his father or mother or to Crabbe or Goyle or Pansy even, he loved the sensual slur of the Muggle instruments. He'd sat with Severus often in the evenings, curled up in the chair next to him with Severus's arm draped over his shoulder, watching as Severus closed his eyes, his head moving slowly in time with the smooth rhythm of the horns and piano.
Draco slid off Severus's lap and he smiled at him as he stood up. He smoothed his palms down the front of his dark grey robe, and Severus's eyes darkened over the rim of his snifter and he lowered the glass slowly.
"And what exactly is my present?" he asked, and his voice was soft and silky and the music twisted around his words and made Draco's cock ache.
He undid the first few buttons on his robe. "What would you like?" He shifted on his feet and his robe rippled around his ankles, the brushed wool soft against his bare skin. "I rather think any sort of arrangement might be made tonight." Draco tilted his head and his hair tumbled into his face, shadowing his eyes. "Tell me what you want," he said softly.
Severus licked his bottom lip. The brandy sloshed up the sides of the glass.
"I should think that's bloody obvious," Severus said, setting the glass down. He rubbed his fingertips against the chair arm, slow circles pressing into the worn leather.
Draco laughed, quietly and warmly, and his fingers pulled at his buttons, and it gaped open, just barely giving Severus a glimpse of pale skin and black silk and hard cock. He took a breath and he moved closer, standing between Severus's knees, and he traced the angle of Severus's jaw with his palm. Stubble scraped lightly across his skin and Draco shivered, knowing what it would feel like later with each kiss, each bite, rubbing against his thighs, over his hip, his stomach.
Severus turned his head and he kissed Draco's palm, nipping it gently and Draco breathed out, only realising then that he'd forgotten how to exhale.
"I love you," he whispered, barely over the trill of horns and the pounding of his heart, but Severus stilled and he looked at Draco, eyes wide and deep and Draco said it again, louder this time, and Severus reached for him, his hands sliding into Draco's robe, curling around his waist, pulled narrow by laces and whalebone, and they were kissing, mouths hot and wet and Draco needed Severus; he needed him more than air, needed his touch and his mouth and they were on the floor and Severus was biting his neck, his shoulders, and his mouth was sliding down slick silk, and Draco could feel the heat of him, wanted Severus's hands on him-please, God--and then his fingers, yes, and his mouth, and Draco arched up into Severus's touches and into his cock and he loved him, loved him, please--
They lay silent on the floor, twisted around each other, and Severus's fingers were in Draco's hair, stroking lightly, twisting a blond lock around one knuckle. The firelight was warm on Draco's skin and he touched Severus's chest, almost hesitantly. He could feel the soft beat beneath his fingertips. He looked up at him, then, and Severus's face was shadowed.
Draco bit his lip and his fingers shook as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, I-"
Severus kissed him, pressing him back into the floor and Draco slid his arms around his neck. "Severus," he started and he was cut off with a growl and another kiss.
"Don't," Severus said and his mouth slid open and warm across Draco's cheek. "Don't take it back."
Draco stilled beneath him. "Don't?" he asked hesitantly.
Severus shook his head, his mouth pressed to Draco's hair. "Don't."
And then he understood.
Draco smiled and turned his face into Severus's neck. "All right," he whispered. "I won't."
The last notes of Coltrane died away. The record scratched in the silence.