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100quills, fic, harry/severus 50.3 (joanwilder), my snarrys, nc-17, slash

FIC: In a Lather
Title: In a Lather (written for 100quills)
Author: joanwilder
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 18
Word Count: 2300
Beta: jadzialove
Summary: Lust denied --> lust multiplied.
A/N: The fic for this prompt was inspired by veridian_dair's piece of steamy art of the same title, In a Lather (NWS).

In a Lather


Harry woke up with a hard-on, and a groan when he rolled over and discovered that Severus was already gone. He rolled to his back and gripped his cock with his fist and squeezed tight, just once. Wouldn't you know it, the one time I'm the one who's up for morning sex, he's up and out and god knows where, he thought as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and picked up yesterday's jeans from the floor and slid them on.

It wasn't fair, he thought to himself. All those mornings when he'd wanted to sleep in, but noooooo, he'd feel that insistent hand at his crotch, that warm wet tongue at his neck, prodding him to wake up now I need you now wake up.

He stuffed himself uncomfortably into his jeans, and headed for the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. So, Severus had been up for a while.

"Good morning," the voice from the table said before Harry'd even had a chance to sneak up from behind and wrap his arms around Severus' shoulders. He did it anyway, rewarded when a slender hand came up to grope for…something, and managed to pat Harry perfunctorily on the neck, a murmured, "Hmmm," along with it, the other hand still holding the Prophet.

Severus was in 'I'm reading the paper leave me be' mode, so Harry served himself, studiously ignoring the already read sections of the paper that Severus mindlessly slid his way. He smiled to himself as he watched the expressions on Severus' face as he read. Currently, he must've been reading something that was making him incredulous, because his dark eyes were wide, his eyebrows lifted as if in surprise, but it was the mouth that gave his true sentiment away—twisted in a wavy line that Harry recognized immediately as the Severus Snape 'You've got to be kidding me—you're an utter arse' declaration.

One hand gripping the paper, Severus' other hand was twirling a lock of hair at his neck, an unconscious gesture that never failed to get Harry right there. He squirmed in his seat, as he had the sudden inspiration.

"Say, Severus…"

Reading on for a line or two before looking up, Severus met his eyes. "Say what?"

"How about…since it's my day off…let's go back to bed," Harry suggested softly, doing his best to raise a seductive eyebrow. To accentuate his intentions, he lifted his sock-clad foot beneath the table and thrust it into the man's lap.

Severus stared at him as he laid down the paper to slide both hands beneath the table. Capturing Harry's foot, he drew a finger down the underside of it, making Harry pull it suddenly away.

"No fair," Harry grumbled.

Smiling, Severus told him, "As much as I'd like a lie-in with you, I'm afraid I have work to do in the lab. What are you up to today?" he asked as he looked regretfully at the Prophet, then took one last sip of tea before he stood.

"I don't know. I was hoping you and I could, oh, I dunno, figure something out," he said pointedly.

"Figure this out, then. Most of the world works on Wednesdays, including myself. You're a big boy—why don't you find a good book—improve your mind, or perhaps make a nice dinner—improve my digestion. Shall I go on?" he asked.

"No, you've made your point; I was just…missing you, is all."

Severus' eyes flashed. "Later."

***

"I can't stop for lunch. Could you bring me some fruit and cheese?" Severus had asked, sticking his head through the crack in the door momentarily, and Harry's spirits sank. So much for a little lunch-hour shag.

God, what's the matter with me? You'd think we hadn't fucked in weeks!

Gathering a few ripe plums and a chunk of cheddar, Harry balanced the plate on one hand, and carried the mug of tea in the other.

Severus sat perched on a stool in his lab, rifling through notes as he gobbled down one plum, then started in on the other, a trail of pink juice dribbling down his chin.

Harry watched, mesmerized, then was beside him in a flash. When Severus looked up, surprised, Harry reached out with a finger and wiped upward, before leaning in to lick up the rest of it. "Let me…" His tongue flicked out and, tasting the sweetness, he insinuated himself between Severus' legs. He didn't stop at the ribbon of plum nectar; he went straight for the man's lips, poking with his tongue, his hand sliding to the back of Severus' neck. For one delicious, oh so promising moment, the kiss was returned, until Harry was firmly pushed away.

"You're trying to distract me," Severus said with a knowing look, already glancing toward the bubbling cauldron beside them. "Not now. I have this one to finish, and the next one to start."

"What's so pressing you can't stop…for a moment?" Harry asked, disappointed.

"Oh, it's never just a moment," Severus observed, rather tritely, Harry thought.

"I can be quick," Harry protested with a frown.

"But I'd rather not…be quick. Better to savor it…later. When I can take my time, and pay attention." The words shot straight to Harry's cock, making it twitch sympathetically. "Of course, if you can't wait…." Harry's eyes widened hopefully. "…then I'm sure you can take care of yourself. Not that I want you to," Severus told him pointedly, with a slightly dark look that said, Don't you dare.

"No, I'm good. I'll just…" Harry turned toward the door dejectedly, but Severus' voice made him look back.

"Tea at four? If you're able? Unless you have something pressing?" Harry recognized the words for the tease they were meant to be.

"No, not at all. I'll be back then," he muttered, rearranging himself in his trousers, the moment he was outside the door.

***

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and warily eyed the bottle of lube on the bedside table. On Severus' side of the bed, as he was the self-appointed controller of the lube. Harry laughed as the thought occurred to him, and just the picture in his mind of Severus' hands, flicking the cap up…working the cool, transparent substance over his fingers, his eyes watching Harry as he greased his gorgeous, huge, lovely, standing-tall, proud…

Groaning as he grabbed the bottle, Harry had his hands coated in an instant. His cock didn't just twitch—it throbbed as if he'd called it by name. Yes, yes, that's me…I'm still waiting, I've been waiting all day; now undo your bloody flies and be done with it! God, what's a cock got to do around here to get some attention?!

"No," Harry ground out, then wiped his hands disgustedly on his jeans. "You'll just have to wait. He'll know, and then he'll give you that 'you don't have a lick of self-control' look and lecture. You know the one—the one where he curls his lip up at one end and makes those tsking sounds. Well, you can damn well wait if he can."

***

Tea time wasn't much better. Harry deposited the tray on the table, then wrapped his arms around Severus' shoulders from behind. For one glorious moment, two hands came up to grasp his, and Severus laid his head back against Harry's chest. Bending his head down, Harry buried his face in the man's hair, then angled it to the side when Severus actually bared his neck for him. Harry moaned as he tasted his skin, the bulge in his trousers pressed against the small of Severus' back. For a moment, neither of them moved, and Harry had a hope…quickly quashed when Severus pushed his hands away and turned toward him.

"Who put a Sickle in you today?" Severus asked him as he picked up his cup and raised an eyebrow. "You're like a bitch in heat."

"Oh, thanks for that," Harry retorted. "Bitch in heat, huh? I'll remember that."

Severus' eyes drifted down to Harry's sizable problem, then drifted back up. "I rather hope you will. Later."

***

What the bloody hell was wrong with him today? He didn't want to read; he'd decided out of spite he sure as hell wasn't fixing supper; he had no desire to go out. And everything in their rooms reminded him of the one thing he couldn't have at the moment. Severus' book lying open on the settee. His jumper draped over a chair. The picture of the two of them on the mantel. The dish of chocolates in the middle of the table. The coiled piece of hemp rope hanging from the side of the bookshelf.

He had a one-track mind today, he decided. Why he'd been struck from out of the blue, he didn't know, but the only cure, the only thing that would bring relief, the one person who could…quench this lust that was driving him mad…was hours away from walking through the door.

He stuck his head into the lab at seven, and quickly retreated when he was greeted by a, "Not now! I swear, Potter, if you don't get your—"

At eight, he fixed himself a bowl of soup and sat moodily at the table. Staring down at the vegetables, he admitted he had no appetite…for soup, at least. No, what he had an appetite for was cock, namely the one belonging to the prick who'd bellowed him out of the lab with a final, "Later!"

He was having a lust tantrum, a rather rare occurrence for him, Harry opined. Severus was usually the one with the overwhelming, unstoppable, often poorly timed libido—not Harry. How many times did it happen, he wondered, that he came home, weary, from a hard day's work, and the second he was inside, Severus pounced on him. Sometimes flattened against the door before he got his cloak off; on a few occasions he'd been taken on this very table where he sat. Mmmmm, remember that last time? Dishes and food scattering everywhere, the feel of the wood against your bare back, Severus pinning your arms as you slid your legs up…. What he did with that zucchini. Mmmmm.

With a cry of frustration, Harry threw his spoon down, and streaked for the bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way. Turning the cold tap full on, he braced himself as he stepped in, gasping aloud as the icy water hit his privates.

He stood and almost sobbed as he leant against the wall. Well, this was the only solution, seeing as how later was getting impossibly, ridiculously... He'd stand here for a few moments until the furnace in his groin died down, and then he'd dry himself off, get a good stiff—he moaned at just the thought of the word—drink, and go to bed. Let Severus find his own bitch in heat for the night; this one's later had come and gone.

"What are you doing?" a voice startled him.

Harry opened his eyes, then couldn't repress a shiver. "Taking a shower, what the bloody hell does it look like?" he asked grumpily, then watched as Severus reached in and adjusted the taps. He couldn't help but sigh as the frigid water turned to a satisfying hot.

Already naked, Severus stepped in beside him. "Hmm, yes, I could see that." He looked down, biting his lips, at the sight of Harry's shriveled cock and balls. "Still missing me, then?" he asked, as he took the bottle of shower gel and poured a goodly portion into the palm of his hand.

"Don't flatter yourself," Harry said halfheartedly, watching as Severus rubbed the soap across the smooth expanse of his chest, then squirted a dollop of it atop his head. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Severus lather himself. Then was spurred to action when the man gestured to him with his hands.

"Come here," Severus ordered, and Harry sighed as he allowed himself to be enfolded by those arms. "Let me get you warm again." Reaching up, Severus slid his soapy hands along Harry's sides, down to cup his arse, then back up over his shoulders, working the gel into a lather as he went.

Harry melted against him, then brought his hands up and worked the soap into Severus' hair. "I missed you all day. Don't know what got into me…I just…wanted you. All of you," he murmured, then was cut off as Severus crushed his lips against his mouth.

Finally convinced that later had decided to put in a fucking—he hoped—appearance, Harry's cock swelled to wiggle its way up between the two of them, finding its mark against Harry's favorite part of Severus. They stayed flush against each other, except for their mouths when they both groaned in chorus, the rest of them soapily sliding and grinding and rutting and frotting and…

Suddenly, Harry found his face and chest pressed against the shower wall, his hands pinned above him, as Severus kicked his feet apart and penetrated him in a slithery, soapy slide of heated, hard cock.

”Oh god yes fuck me fuck me fuck me I've wanted this all day you were right I'm a bitch in heat," he babbled out, or did he just think it? Especially the 'bitch in heat' part. He wasn't sure, until he heard Severus' words at his ear as he began to thrust.

"Not a bitch in heat at all. You waited for me. And since it's time for later, I'm about to make it up to you," he murmured.

Chest heaving as he pushed back with his hips, luxuriating in the feel of the cock up his arse, Harry mumbled happily, "Works for me."

FIN