Title: Hiss for me..
Author: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/SS
Summary: Sev wants something, but doesn’t know how to ask for it.
Harry withered beneath the man braced over him, slid back with each deep thrust inside of him. Harry groaned letting out a low little hiss of air. He felt the pounding increase into himself.
“Oh, Severus…” he whispered. “Please…” he cried, lifting his hips up into each thrust. Severus pushed in again and again, his dark eyes closing with the effort, his lips made their way to Harry’s throat, trailing up to Harry’s ear. He hissed quietly, trying to mimic the sounds Harry had made all those years ago. Harry arched and groaned and came against him, his tight contractions bringing Severus along with him.
Severus collapsed beside Harry on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling, panting to regain his breath. Harry curled up against him and sighed, snuggling his face into the long pale neck. He was soon breathing softly in sleep.
Severus stared up at the ceiling for an hour longer. He let his thoughts run rampant through his head. Harry hadn’t said it. He didn’t think it was too much to ask for. Just a few words, it didn’t have to mean anything. Just a few sexy little hisses and Severus knew he would come harder then he ever had in his entire life.
What Severus didn’t seem to understand, was that if Harry didn’t know what he wanted, he wasn’t going to give it to him.
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Another night, another try. This time Severus had got a little surprise for his lover. When Harry removed his robe, waist coat, and dress shirt he had found a small Slytherin serpent winding it’s way across Severus’ chest and abdomen. It was done in wizards ink and slithered beautifully up and around Severus muscled flesh, as if it was the ground around him.
Harry smiled at him then bent to press a kiss to the small green and silver snake. He liked across it and then watched it wiggle and curl tightly around one small pink nipple. Harry grinned and leaned up to kiss Severus.
Except for a few trailing fingers and one more swipe of the tongue, Harry hadn’t let his eyes leave Severus’ for the rest of the night.
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Severus was beginning to lose hope. Harry was an excellent lover and had become a good friend since they had been paired together during missions for the Order. Their relationship had been progressing steadily over the last two years and although often being an uphill battle, Severus had rarely doubted that they were made for each other. They complimented each other in nearly everyway. Sense of humor, personality, sexual prowess. They were very happy together. And Sev didn’t want for anything in their relationship, except for this one deep dark desire. He wanted to be hissed at. He wanted Harry to whisper Parstletongue against his mouth, his throat, his chest, his cock. Even if it was just a few words, even if it wasn’t directed at Severus himself. He simply wanted to hear the words and to come with them echoing freshly in his head.
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Opportunity presented itself mid-way through the next week. Severus was teaching a group of 2nd year Hufflepuff’s and Ravenclaws, when a small yellow and black garden snake had slithered across the stone floor of the dungeons and into the potions classroom. Several girls screamed, pulling their legs up under themselves. Severus had picked the small little thing up off the floor with minimal effort. It looked at him for a moment before rolling on to it’s back and sticking its tongue out. Severus suppressed a smile, the little guy was playing dead. He tapped it on it’s head lightly with his wand, putting it quickly to sleep. He coiled it gently around his hand and then placed in an empty drawer of his desk, he would do nicely.
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He plopped the little guy down in Harry’s lap the minute they got back from dinner in the great hall.
“Where’d you get him, Sev? He’s beautiful.” Harry whispered, picking up the now awake and alert snake. The little things eyes were roaming over Harry from top to bottom and back again, sticking out his tongue to smell the air. It seemed to relax somewhat when Harry ran his finger across the back of its head. Severus sat down in the armchair across from Harry and relaxed leaning back into the corner. His eyes were trained on Harry’s mouth as he played with the snake.
“He slithered into my 3rd class of the day, scared half of Ravenclaw and most of Hufflepuff out of their seats.” Severus answered. “I’m not sure what it eats exactly.” The question went unasked. Harry smiled at him before looking down at the snake again.
He spoke to it gently, soft short quiet little hisses. Severus let out an involuntary moan, and slouched down in his seat. Harry froze, head tilted down toward the small garden snake. His eyes rolled up to look at Severus, eyebrow raised in question. Severus frowned, sitting up right in his seat, trying to ignore the arousal that was burning through him. He tried to look nonchalant, but only came off looking slightly constipated. Harry’s lip curled into a smirk. He licked his lips.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?” Severus hummed in response. Harry grinned at him and then looked down at the snake. He hissed a few more words, watching Severus twitch in response.
“SSSeverusss…” Harry stretched out the word, adding a hissing quality to it. He watched his lovers eye roll back for a second, as he arched backward in his chair. Harry chuckled quietly. He soothed the snake and set it down in the small box Severus had transfigured for it. He stood up and moved to stand beside Severus, he offered a hand to the man, who took it half-deliriously and followed him back into the bedroom. “Oh Sev, why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked quietly. The sound of the door closing behind them rang throughout their dungeon rooms. The sound of soft hissing and low moans could be heard all the way out in the main room, where a small black and yellow snake sat curled in a box wondering why such nasty language was being spoken, and why he hadn’t been invited along to see it first hand.
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*AN* The idea of Wizarding tattoo’s is inspired by the most wonderful story in the hp fandom, Mirror of Maybe, by Midnight Blue. She came up with the idea and this story was inspired by Ash’s Slytherin tattoo of a snake. Her story is available at fanfiction.net