HP: (FIC) Always SS/HP (NC-17)
Title: Always.
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus catches Harry looking at another man and it leads to some interesting revelations.
Warning: Refers to M-preg, rimming
Last in the Beautiful Arc. Sequel to Beautiful and Only To You
For ptyx...I think this'll make you smile.
Severus Snape did something that resembled sulking, although he'd never admit it, as he watched Harry's eye wander yet again. They were sitting in a lovely restaurant with nary a child in sight, something they paid a hefty amount of money to ensure, and were supposed to be enjoying a quiet meal alone. It was the first time they'd managed to wrangle a sitter for all of their children in years. It was bad enough when they only had their four girls; it was impossible when the twins he was pregnant with turned out to be triplets. As of this moment, a thoroughly duped werewolf was taking his children a tour of Hogwarts to visit the staff and see the grounds.
Severus sighed, "We haven't been out since Onslow, Richard, and Sheridan were born. You could at least pretend to be interested in," the word me died on his tongue, "the conversation."
Harry's head snapped back toward Severus, "Hmmm, Severus?"
Severus scowled. "You've had your eye on him all night long. Could you be a little less obvious? Your husband is sitting right in front of you."
Harry looked at Severus with confusion. "Him? Him who?" Harry didn't have the foggiest what Severus was talking about. He looked back over and noticed that there was indeed a man sitting next to the woman.
"Oh, Severus. I wasn't looking at him. I didn't even notice. I was looking at her." Harry explained. Severus' eyes widened for a moment before he stood and left Harry at the table.
Harry had no idea what he had said to anger his husband. He motioned for the waiter to bring the bill so he could pay and figure out how to make things right or it would be the couch for the week. Since the couch was always covered in all manner of toys and clothes, the prospect was less than enticing.
Harry wasn't positive where Severus had gone, but he had a fairly decent idea. He apparated to their cabin and went inside. He sighed in relief when he realised that Severus was sitting in front of the fire on the loveseat. Harry tried to put his arm around his husband, only to find himself shrugged off.
Harry frowned, "Severus?"
"Now, you pay attention to me? Decided not to run off with the trollop?" Severus said angrily.
Harry chuckled as he figured out that Severus misunderstood. "Severus, I was looking at her belly. She was pregnant."
Severus nodded in relief momentarily before he scowled. "I haven't been pregnant enough during our marriage?"
Harry didn't know what to say. He was feeling uncharacteristically unsure. He didn't know much beyond sex that calmed Severus down and he could see what a remote possibility that was.
"I'm not asking you to get pregnant again, but I do miss it," Harry answered diplomatically. He hoped that this would end this little argument.
Severus stood up, staring down at his husband. "And why is that? Why do you feel the need to have me impregnated? I have been pregnant for most of our marriage. We have seven children, Harry. When will it be enough? Why do you want me pregnant all of the time? Is it because you like to be on top? Is it? Or is it a control issue? You get to go off to work and leave me at home with the children. If you wanted a housewife, you should have married Ginerva."
Snape crossed his arms in front of his body, his chest heaved with pent-up anger, and his whole face was red. Harry tried to hide the fact that it aroused him to no end. He tried to stand, but relented when he realised that Severus wanted to loom over him.
"Severus, I married you because I loved you, still do. I never intended to keep you from a career or make you a housewife. I could care less who shags whom, but I will admit that I do enjoy being inside you. I never intended to have so many children. Hell, I didn't even realise that it was a possibility at first. But I do love all of our children. I told you the night after you gave birth to the triplets that any more children would be up to you. In fact, I've said it after every birth."
Severus nodded, as his anger abated slightly. "I know that. I just feel like an incubator for the great Harry Potter. This is not how I imagined where I'd be when I was fifty." He sat down next to Harry and allowed it when Harry put his arms around him.
"Why is that you want me impregnated all of the time? I want the truth."
Harry looked at his husband and sighed. It was really difficult to put into words, but he wouldn't lie about it. He kissed Severus on the cheek, before threading their fingers together. "Well, I don't know exactly how to explain it, but you are so beautiful when you're pregnant. Don't scowl like that. Your face is round and full of colour. It's incredibly arousing to me to see your belly round like that."
Severus sneered at that, but it made him feel good to know that he didn't look as hideous as he felt he did when he was bloated. Still, Harry's answer seemed incomplete.
"Is that all?"
Harry blushed but shook his head, "No. You know me too well, Severus. When's the last time I cooked? Do you remember?" Severus looked away and Harry continued. "Do you remember the last time you let me help you with anything? The last time I washed you in the bath? The last time you made me leave the house at three in the morning for some curry from India? The last time you asked me to do anything for you? Do you recall? No? I think you do. It was when you were pregnant. The only time you need me for anything."
This time it was Harry that stood up and walked away. Severus heard the door to the bedroom click shut before he reacted. It hadn't occurred to him that Harry felt that way. He was an independent person that didn't like being beholden to anyone else. The only time he asked for things from Harry was he needed it and couldn't do it himself and he only did that when he was assured that Harry wouldn't hold it against him. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He secretly enjoyed the fact that Harry came to him whenever he needed a potion or advice about work. He liked that Harry needed him to take care of their children. He got to his feet and wondered if there was a way to make this right without admitting he was wrong.
He opened the door to their bedroom to find Harry on the mattress, staring out of the window. He removed his robes and joined him. He kissed Harry softly on the neck and was gratified when Harry turned to kiss him back. Severus slowly worked on the buttons of Harry's robes and tossed it aside. He smirked at the surprise on his husband's face and continued to kiss his way down his body.
Harry felt the arousal overwhelm him as Severus licked the head of his cock. "I thought you were against fucking to end arguments." He pulled Severus off of him, reluctantly and pushed him face down on the mattress. Harry licked a path from his shoulders to his lower back. He placed open mouth kisses all over the swell of Severus' arse. Severus shifted as Harry gripped the cheeks with his hands and spread them apart. He let his tongue trace the length of Severus crease. He lightly circled the entrance before pressing inside.
Severus gasped. It had been so long since they had more than a few moments to jerk each other off in the morning shower. He could feel Harry's nose against his skin as his tongue forced its way inside of him. Teeth scraped against him and he shivered. He pushed against the intrusion, wanting more, now. He almost sighed in relief as a finger pressed inside with the tongue. He almost came when Harry reached around and grasped his cock, slowly rubbing it in tandem to his tongue and finger fucking his arse. He barely had enough presence of mind to grope for the lubricant that they always kept in the bedside table. He wanted more than just Harry's tongue; he wanted his cock. He rolled over and handed the lube to his husband whose eyes widened at the implication.
"You're sure? You don't mind the risk?" Harry asked, even though his instinct was to just fuck the willing body beneath him.
Severus never would admit it, but the fact that Harry asked made him want it even more. "I know exactly what may happen. Just fuck me already." He stared at his husband for a moment before adding, "The lube is for you, not me"
Harry froze for a moment before he leaned down and kissed Severus again. Severus grasped the back of his thighs, spreading himself wide for Harry. Harry released Severus lips and opened the lubricant. He slathered the oily substance all over his cock before slowly pressing inside. He stilled his movements so he could wrap his arms around Severus' body. He felt a leg rest on his back as Severus placed on arm on his back, pressing Harry against him. He could feel Severus' cock trapped between their bodies as he slowly moved, thrusting as deeply as he could. Harry moved one hand to cup the back of Severus' head as he devoured his mouth. He wanted to pour every ounce of affection into the kiss, wanted to make love to him with every fiber of his being.
He loved the man beneath him more than anyone else in the world. Their relationship would never be easy. They'd always fight and disagree with each other. The passion that fueled the hate they had for each other during Harry's school years bubbled under the surface. This man had saved his life and he wasn’t referring to what happened during the war, but after. He was lost without him...nothing without him. Severus was the reason he was who he was now, and he'd never be able to show how much it meant to him. This man had bore his children, gave him the family he'd always wanted. It was sometimes hard to believe that they had only been married for ten years.
"Beautiful," Harry murmured as he caressed Severus' face.
Severus was momentarily stunned, never hearing that word from his husband unless he was pregnant. He held Harry tighter as he responded, "Only to you."
Harry looked down at Severus, the lank hair, wet with sweat, the pale, yet flushed cheeks, the long, hooked nose, the thin, sneering lips, and knew that this face would always be what he wanted. "Always."
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus catches Harry looking at another man and it leads to some interesting revelations.
Warning: Refers to M-preg, rimming
Last in the Beautiful Arc. Sequel to Beautiful and Only To You
For ptyx...I think this'll make you smile.
Severus Snape did something that resembled sulking, although he'd never admit it, as he watched Harry's eye wander yet again. They were sitting in a lovely restaurant with nary a child in sight, something they paid a hefty amount of money to ensure, and were supposed to be enjoying a quiet meal alone. It was the first time they'd managed to wrangle a sitter for all of their children in years. It was bad enough when they only had their four girls; it was impossible when the twins he was pregnant with turned out to be triplets. As of this moment, a thoroughly duped werewolf was taking his children a tour of Hogwarts to visit the staff and see the grounds.
Severus sighed, "We haven't been out since Onslow, Richard, and Sheridan were born. You could at least pretend to be interested in," the word me died on his tongue, "the conversation."
Harry's head snapped back toward Severus, "Hmmm, Severus?"
Severus scowled. "You've had your eye on him all night long. Could you be a little less obvious? Your husband is sitting right in front of you."
Harry looked at Severus with confusion. "Him? Him who?" Harry didn't have the foggiest what Severus was talking about. He looked back over and noticed that there was indeed a man sitting next to the woman.
"Oh, Severus. I wasn't looking at him. I didn't even notice. I was looking at her." Harry explained. Severus' eyes widened for a moment before he stood and left Harry at the table.
Harry had no idea what he had said to anger his husband. He motioned for the waiter to bring the bill so he could pay and figure out how to make things right or it would be the couch for the week. Since the couch was always covered in all manner of toys and clothes, the prospect was less than enticing.
Harry wasn't positive where Severus had gone, but he had a fairly decent idea. He apparated to their cabin and went inside. He sighed in relief when he realised that Severus was sitting in front of the fire on the loveseat. Harry tried to put his arm around his husband, only to find himself shrugged off.
Harry frowned, "Severus?"
"Now, you pay attention to me? Decided not to run off with the trollop?" Severus said angrily.
Harry chuckled as he figured out that Severus misunderstood. "Severus, I was looking at her belly. She was pregnant."
Severus nodded in relief momentarily before he scowled. "I haven't been pregnant enough during our marriage?"
Harry didn't know what to say. He was feeling uncharacteristically unsure. He didn't know much beyond sex that calmed Severus down and he could see what a remote possibility that was.
"I'm not asking you to get pregnant again, but I do miss it," Harry answered diplomatically. He hoped that this would end this little argument.
Severus stood up, staring down at his husband. "And why is that? Why do you feel the need to have me impregnated? I have been pregnant for most of our marriage. We have seven children, Harry. When will it be enough? Why do you want me pregnant all of the time? Is it because you like to be on top? Is it? Or is it a control issue? You get to go off to work and leave me at home with the children. If you wanted a housewife, you should have married Ginerva."
Snape crossed his arms in front of his body, his chest heaved with pent-up anger, and his whole face was red. Harry tried to hide the fact that it aroused him to no end. He tried to stand, but relented when he realised that Severus wanted to loom over him.
"Severus, I married you because I loved you, still do. I never intended to keep you from a career or make you a housewife. I could care less who shags whom, but I will admit that I do enjoy being inside you. I never intended to have so many children. Hell, I didn't even realise that it was a possibility at first. But I do love all of our children. I told you the night after you gave birth to the triplets that any more children would be up to you. In fact, I've said it after every birth."
Severus nodded, as his anger abated slightly. "I know that. I just feel like an incubator for the great Harry Potter. This is not how I imagined where I'd be when I was fifty." He sat down next to Harry and allowed it when Harry put his arms around him.
"Why is that you want me impregnated all of the time? I want the truth."
Harry looked at his husband and sighed. It was really difficult to put into words, but he wouldn't lie about it. He kissed Severus on the cheek, before threading their fingers together. "Well, I don't know exactly how to explain it, but you are so beautiful when you're pregnant. Don't scowl like that. Your face is round and full of colour. It's incredibly arousing to me to see your belly round like that."
Severus sneered at that, but it made him feel good to know that he didn't look as hideous as he felt he did when he was bloated. Still, Harry's answer seemed incomplete.
"Is that all?"
Harry blushed but shook his head, "No. You know me too well, Severus. When's the last time I cooked? Do you remember?" Severus looked away and Harry continued. "Do you remember the last time you let me help you with anything? The last time I washed you in the bath? The last time you made me leave the house at three in the morning for some curry from India? The last time you asked me to do anything for you? Do you recall? No? I think you do. It was when you were pregnant. The only time you need me for anything."
This time it was Harry that stood up and walked away. Severus heard the door to the bedroom click shut before he reacted. It hadn't occurred to him that Harry felt that way. He was an independent person that didn't like being beholden to anyone else. The only time he asked for things from Harry was he needed it and couldn't do it himself and he only did that when he was assured that Harry wouldn't hold it against him. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He secretly enjoyed the fact that Harry came to him whenever he needed a potion or advice about work. He liked that Harry needed him to take care of their children. He got to his feet and wondered if there was a way to make this right without admitting he was wrong.
He opened the door to their bedroom to find Harry on the mattress, staring out of the window. He removed his robes and joined him. He kissed Harry softly on the neck and was gratified when Harry turned to kiss him back. Severus slowly worked on the buttons of Harry's robes and tossed it aside. He smirked at the surprise on his husband's face and continued to kiss his way down his body.
Harry felt the arousal overwhelm him as Severus licked the head of his cock. "I thought you were against fucking to end arguments." He pulled Severus off of him, reluctantly and pushed him face down on the mattress. Harry licked a path from his shoulders to his lower back. He placed open mouth kisses all over the swell of Severus' arse. Severus shifted as Harry gripped the cheeks with his hands and spread them apart. He let his tongue trace the length of Severus crease. He lightly circled the entrance before pressing inside.
Severus gasped. It had been so long since they had more than a few moments to jerk each other off in the morning shower. He could feel Harry's nose against his skin as his tongue forced its way inside of him. Teeth scraped against him and he shivered. He pushed against the intrusion, wanting more, now. He almost sighed in relief as a finger pressed inside with the tongue. He almost came when Harry reached around and grasped his cock, slowly rubbing it in tandem to his tongue and finger fucking his arse. He barely had enough presence of mind to grope for the lubricant that they always kept in the bedside table. He wanted more than just Harry's tongue; he wanted his cock. He rolled over and handed the lube to his husband whose eyes widened at the implication.
"You're sure? You don't mind the risk?" Harry asked, even though his instinct was to just fuck the willing body beneath him.
Severus never would admit it, but the fact that Harry asked made him want it even more. "I know exactly what may happen. Just fuck me already." He stared at his husband for a moment before adding, "The lube is for you, not me"
Harry froze for a moment before he leaned down and kissed Severus again. Severus grasped the back of his thighs, spreading himself wide for Harry. Harry released Severus lips and opened the lubricant. He slathered the oily substance all over his cock before slowly pressing inside. He stilled his movements so he could wrap his arms around Severus' body. He felt a leg rest on his back as Severus placed on arm on his back, pressing Harry against him. He could feel Severus' cock trapped between their bodies as he slowly moved, thrusting as deeply as he could. Harry moved one hand to cup the back of Severus' head as he devoured his mouth. He wanted to pour every ounce of affection into the kiss, wanted to make love to him with every fiber of his being.
He loved the man beneath him more than anyone else in the world. Their relationship would never be easy. They'd always fight and disagree with each other. The passion that fueled the hate they had for each other during Harry's school years bubbled under the surface. This man had saved his life and he wasn’t referring to what happened during the war, but after. He was lost without him...nothing without him. Severus was the reason he was who he was now, and he'd never be able to show how much it meant to him. This man had bore his children, gave him the family he'd always wanted. It was sometimes hard to believe that they had only been married for ten years.
"Beautiful," Harry murmured as he caressed Severus' face.
Severus was momentarily stunned, never hearing that word from his husband unless he was pregnant. He held Harry tighter as he responded, "Only to you."
Harry looked down at Severus, the lank hair, wet with sweat, the pale, yet flushed cheeks, the long, hooked nose, the thin, sneering lips, and knew that this face would always be what he wanted. "Always."