HIPS - Regulus Black -> Severus Snape - Slash (R)
Title: Hips
Author: tinytexans
Pairing: Regulus Black --> Severus Snape
Category: Slash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Shyeah.
He thinks he is alone. This is not the first time I have come. I sometimes think he knows I am there, yet he says nothing, which makes me believe he is ignorant of my obsession. If he knew…
It is a commonly held belief that “Snivellus” does not shower. I know better. Ever since the incident with Rookwood and the soap in his fourth year, he has roused himself before the crack of dawn to come down here and bathe. Cowardly modesty most would call it. Every morning he comes down here, ruthlessly scrubbing his hair and body and cursing the descendants from whence he came. Of course this makes little difference. His disposition is of the slippery sort, and by mid day, he looks as if the rumors are true.
Every night he slips into his bed, fully dressed, closing the curtains behind him. If I did not hear the telltale rustle of fabric, I would think he slept fully dressed. I once caught a glimpse of him dressing for bed. He had not fully closed the gap in the curtains. A sliver of Snape, pale skin, long and thin - I could not pull my gaze away. I watched as he pulled his robes over his head, leaving him clad only in his underpants. My breath caught at the sight of his shorts riding so very low over one tight, bony hip. Then that hip twisted away as he crawled under the bedclothes, disappearing from view, and I closed my own curtains and flipped onto my stomach, eyes closed, still thinking about that sharp promontory.
Severus scrubs his body, the wiry muscles of his back stretching as he reaches his arms above his head, scrubbing the offending hair. He turns under the water, facing me now, rubbing the heels of his hands over his face. As the water pours over his head, my eyes are drawn to a particular cluster of bubbles breaking free and trailing a new path down his thin body. I watch as the bubbles slip lower until reaching the hollow of his hip, where the bone looks as though it’s trying to break through the skin. He is so thin. The bubbles continue their southward journey, but my eyes do not care to follow. I am engrossed by the trinity that is his bone, skin, and muscle, jutting ruthlessly towards me, beckoning me.
My eyes wander across to the other hip, briefly noticing the striking evidence of his maleness, before finding his hip’s twin.
He is still. I quickly glance up, his eyes locking with mine, and I wonder how long he has watched me watching him. I swallow thickly, wondering if he sees the desire in my eyes.
Uncharacteristically, he says nothing. His hands slowly drop to his sides, and I watch as they find residence near the objects of my fascination.
“What do you want?”
His voice is raw, but I do not look up to see the emotion matched on his face. I can only look, long for a brief touch, to feel the hardness of bone matched with the softness of that pale skin. I long to trace my fingers down the hollow on both sides. I can imagine what a splendid hold they would be for my hands as I take that male essence of his into my mouth, sucking him, gripping those hips.
“Get out.”
I look back up into his face, desperate to tell him what I want. I sense that he already knows, as his eyes flicker to my hands, twitching at my sides.
“Get out, Regulus.”
He turns away from me, blocking my view. Disappointed, I turn to leave, both of us knowing that I will come back, try again. I always do.
Overview Post
Author: tinytexans
Pairing: Regulus Black --> Severus Snape
Category: Slash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Shyeah.
He thinks he is alone. This is not the first time I have come. I sometimes think he knows I am there, yet he says nothing, which makes me believe he is ignorant of my obsession. If he knew…
It is a commonly held belief that “Snivellus” does not shower. I know better. Ever since the incident with Rookwood and the soap in his fourth year, he has roused himself before the crack of dawn to come down here and bathe. Cowardly modesty most would call it. Every morning he comes down here, ruthlessly scrubbing his hair and body and cursing the descendants from whence he came. Of course this makes little difference. His disposition is of the slippery sort, and by mid day, he looks as if the rumors are true.
Every night he slips into his bed, fully dressed, closing the curtains behind him. If I did not hear the telltale rustle of fabric, I would think he slept fully dressed. I once caught a glimpse of him dressing for bed. He had not fully closed the gap in the curtains. A sliver of Snape, pale skin, long and thin - I could not pull my gaze away. I watched as he pulled his robes over his head, leaving him clad only in his underpants. My breath caught at the sight of his shorts riding so very low over one tight, bony hip. Then that hip twisted away as he crawled under the bedclothes, disappearing from view, and I closed my own curtains and flipped onto my stomach, eyes closed, still thinking about that sharp promontory.
Severus scrubs his body, the wiry muscles of his back stretching as he reaches his arms above his head, scrubbing the offending hair. He turns under the water, facing me now, rubbing the heels of his hands over his face. As the water pours over his head, my eyes are drawn to a particular cluster of bubbles breaking free and trailing a new path down his thin body. I watch as the bubbles slip lower until reaching the hollow of his hip, where the bone looks as though it’s trying to break through the skin. He is so thin. The bubbles continue their southward journey, but my eyes do not care to follow. I am engrossed by the trinity that is his bone, skin, and muscle, jutting ruthlessly towards me, beckoning me.
My eyes wander across to the other hip, briefly noticing the striking evidence of his maleness, before finding his hip’s twin.
He is still. I quickly glance up, his eyes locking with mine, and I wonder how long he has watched me watching him. I swallow thickly, wondering if he sees the desire in my eyes.
Uncharacteristically, he says nothing. His hands slowly drop to his sides, and I watch as they find residence near the objects of my fascination.
“What do you want?”
His voice is raw, but I do not look up to see the emotion matched on his face. I can only look, long for a brief touch, to feel the hardness of bone matched with the softness of that pale skin. I long to trace my fingers down the hollow on both sides. I can imagine what a splendid hold they would be for my hands as I take that male essence of his into my mouth, sucking him, gripping those hips.
“Get out.”
I look back up into his face, desperate to tell him what I want. I sense that he already knows, as his eyes flicker to my hands, twitching at my sides.
“Get out, Regulus.”
He turns away from me, blocking my view. Disappointed, I turn to leave, both of us knowing that I will come back, try again. I always do.
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