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snarry100: Love Triangle
Title: Love Triangle
Author:joanwilder
Word Count: 100 X 3
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #133 Art
Warning: Highlight to see * spanking*
A/N: This triptych of drabbles was inspired bytripperfunster's 2006 snarry_games Art Entry entitled Love Triangle. There's a drabble for each of her prompts: Taste, One More Inch, and Just a Scratch. Tripper, the Verticoli in the last one is just a warm-up for Chazz and Jimmy, I swear!
Love Triangle
Taste
Harry struck from behind, whirling Snape on the spot and sticking his tongue wantonly down his throat without warning.
Pushing him away, Snape scowled at the grinning man as he wiped his mouth. "You taste terrible. Where have you had that mouth of yours?"
Harry leant against the wall and crossed his arms. "Remember Warren Clodey? The Ravenclaw?" He licked his lips. "Just ate his arse out."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "Thought it tasted familiar."
Harry looked horrified, then abashed. "Sardines," he confessed.
"Come give me another taste, then. Fish trumps arse any day."
One More Inch
Snape looked up from his book to find Harry standing in front of him. He raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason you're standing with your crotch in my face," he asked, interested in spite of himself.
"I'm bored."
He managed to keep a straight face as Harry undid the top two buttons of his fly, then slid his hand inside. Snape's mouth went dry when the hand began to move, and the trousers slipped down one more inch.
"Come any closer, Potter, and I swear you'll think twice before you tell me you're bored again."
Just a Scratch
"Oww!" Harry cried, trying to pull away. "That hurts!"
"Thank you," Snape stated as he struck again, bringing the brush down hard on the pretty pink arse.
Harry struggled, half-laughing, then pleaded, "Not my hair brush—it’s a Verticoli!"
Snape hummed as he struck again. "Sounds like virgin olive oil."
"It's handmade in Italy—I paid fifty Galleons for it!"
"Then I'll make sure you get your money's worth."
Finally finished, Snape pulled Harry close, and wrapped his arms around him, then kneaded the rosy-hot arse with his fingers.
"You broke the skin," Harry accused.
"Just a scratch," Snape said.
snarry100: Love TriangleTitle: Love Triangle
Author:
joanwilderWord Count: 100 X 3
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: #133 Art
Warning: Highlight to see * spanking*
A/N: This triptych of drabbles was inspired by
tripperfunster's 2006 snarry_games Art Entry entitled Love Triangle. There's a drabble for each of her prompts: Taste, One More Inch, and Just a Scratch. Tripper, the Verticoli in the last one is just a warm-up for Chazz and Jimmy, I swear!Harry struck from behind, whirling Snape on the spot and sticking his tongue wantonly down his throat without warning.
Pushing him away, Snape scowled at the grinning man as he wiped his mouth. "You taste terrible. Where have you had that mouth of yours?"
Harry leant against the wall and crossed his arms. "Remember Warren Clodey? The Ravenclaw?" He licked his lips. "Just ate his arse out."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "Thought it tasted familiar."
Harry looked horrified, then abashed. "Sardines," he confessed.
"Come give me another taste, then. Fish trumps arse any day."
Snape looked up from his book to find Harry standing in front of him. He raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason you're standing with your crotch in my face," he asked, interested in spite of himself.
"I'm bored."
He managed to keep a straight face as Harry undid the top two buttons of his fly, then slid his hand inside. Snape's mouth went dry when the hand began to move, and the trousers slipped down one more inch.
"Come any closer, Potter, and I swear you'll think twice before you tell me you're bored again."
"Oww!" Harry cried, trying to pull away. "That hurts!"
"Thank you," Snape stated as he struck again, bringing the brush down hard on the pretty pink arse.
Harry struggled, half-laughing, then pleaded, "Not my hair brush—it’s a Verticoli!"
Snape hummed as he struck again. "Sounds like virgin olive oil."
"It's handmade in Italy—I paid fifty Galleons for it!"
"Then I'll make sure you get your money's worth."
Finally finished, Snape pulled Harry close, and wrapped his arms around him, then kneaded the rosy-hot arse with his fingers.
"You broke the skin," Harry accused.
"Just a scratch," Snape said.