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dirty talk - wordsmithing
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bysshe
bysshe
bysshe
Mon, Sep. 20th, 2004 12:49 pm
dirty talk

I posted this at snape_potter earlier today. I apologize to those who see it twice.

This scene popped into my head when it occurred to me that I only seem to see dirty talk in fic when the characters decide to talk dirty, rather than the natural sort of rambling that I think often occurs without conscious decision--which doesn't always make sense and sometimes seems stupid and embarrassing when the heat of the moment has passed.

In any event, it's the first thing I've posted to the community, and although it's very short, I hope you enjoy it.

Title: Sweet Nothings
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: NC-17

Harry wants to look down but he can't bear it, so lets the image behind his eyelids suffice. eyes closed, lips cracking at the corners where they're stretched tight around his cock, sweat sliding down the furrows of a brow bunched tight in concentration, harsh proud face with his cock in that proud mouth nursing on him greedy for it obscene debased hungry He can feel each hard exhalation ruffle his pubic hair, can hear each heavy snort as Snape works so hard at Harry's pleasure, like he always does.

Then Harry has to open his eyes, they won't stay closed any longer, but he only lets them focus on the top of the dark head, on the limp grey-streaked hair and the shocking flashes of blue-white scalp underneath. He knows every inch of that head, of this body, loves every inch, has used every inch. His left hand reached out and tugs a greasy hunk of hair up and forward, and Severus knows what he wants, what he likes. One skinny, sallow hand tangles in the hair and fists it around the base of Harry's cock, and now Harry's looking at that face, looking at himself surrounded by wet heat and the ticklish slide of hair. And he can feel the pressure building in his gut, can feel it in his hips and the palms of his hands, and he's humping forward, fucking - suck it - take it - deeper - coming - coming - Just. Like. That.

Harry collapses back onto the mattress and Severus sits up, his hair still pulled forward over his face, his lips reddened and lax around each pant. Harry smiles a slow, satiated smile and tugs the long body (beloved) up to lie facing him. He whispers "C'mere", although Severus is already there, and presses his knee between his lover's thighs. Severus' prick is hard and needy and it jumps when Harry gathers it into his hand. He lets his thumb skid over the weeping tip and Severus is gasping open-mouthed onto his cheek, his breath a damp patch just left of Harry's mouth, his eyes squeezed shut.

Harry begins tugging at the purple erection in his hand, sliding the foreskin up and down, watching each movement shiver it's way through his lover's arms and legs. He adds a twist to each upstroke because he wants to hear Severus stutter "Oh, fuck" and his lover does, adding and extra "fuck...fuck...fuck" in the way that means he's already close.

"Fuck, yes" Harry echoes, feeling his own body tense in sympathy. "Come on, Severus, that's it," he whispers, "Want you to come for me." His free hand slides to Severus' hip, encouraging his lover to thrust into his grip. "That's it, baby, fuck my hand, come on, Sev..."

Severus throws his head back and his thighs tense and Harry knows this means he's right on the edge. He moves his hand even faster, the motion becoming frantic and sloppy. "I want to feel you coming all over my hand, come on, shoot all over my hand, fuck yes...fuck...Sev..." and then Severus lets out a series of staccato yells in time with the throbbing of his cock, and Harry growls low in his throat in satisfaction at the warmth spilling over his fist. He rides out the orgasm with his lover, his own body tingling, and then wipes the spill on the sheets before gathering Severus close again.

The sheets are tangled around their legs, and Harry starts to drift off to sleep knowing that Severus will straighten them out when the sweat has cooled and it becomes uncomfortably cold. Tomorrow is Saturday, which means Severus will want to fuck him raw before they leave the comfort of their bed for brunch, and the thought puts a smile on Harry's face.

"Good..." Severus whispers, as he does every time after they make love, and it is both a comment and a question.

"Good..." Harry says, and then he doesn't talk anymore, because he's already said it all.

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hecates_wings
hecates_wings
Lynn
Fri, Dec. 15th, 2006 03:12 am (UTC)

That was hot.


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two_flowers
two_flowers
Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 05:51 am (UTC)

Oh my yes, it certainly was.
Not enough dirty talk in this pairing; surprising, given their known penchant for goading each other.
And your taste of it here...I...wuh...


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tegan121
tegan121
Fri, Nov. 30th, 2007 08:35 am (UTC)

I know this was posted years ago, and I never comment, but...

In the middle of studying for exams for over 4 hours, I stopped to read this while a document loaded--and ran across the hottest fic I think I've ever read.

I applaud your talent and will eagerly search out anything else you have. written.

Thanks!


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rawben
rawben
rawben
Thu, Feb. 7th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)

wow, love it. it's rare you see harry talking dirty, its usually sev... ;)


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nichole201
nichole201
Sat, Feb. 5th, 2011 02:50 am (UTC)
wow...

Very.,.. realistic.. And hot..very very hot!


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sarahsezlove
sarahsezlove
sarahsezlove
Sun, Apr. 1st, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC)

Good?
Oh, yeah!


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demerain
demerain
DemeRain
Sat, Oct. 25th, 2014 12:50 pm (UTC)

Thanks for sharing.


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