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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Rimming, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Snark, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Porn_with_Feelings, Frottage, Anal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Boys_Kissing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-01 Words: 2128
****** Another Stolen Moment ******
by Writcraft
Summary
     Severus Snape definitely doesn't like being accosted by Sirius Black
     and snogged senseless. In fact, he positively hates it.
Notes
     Written for Daily Deviant's Kinky Kristmas for Acatnamedeaster.
     If you like the story please do go and check out the GORGEOUS hot art
     inspired by the fic at TURN_AROUND by Acatnamedeaster
Some days Severus hates Sirius Black. He hates him with the kind of fiery rage
that curls in the pit of his stomach and creeps through his body until his skin
is hot with the effort of hating someone that much. Some days it gnaws at him
and he thinks of countless clever replies to every last insult Black hurls at
him. Hating is easier than anything else. Hating is far easier than confronting
the way his stomach twists and his body reacts when Black crowds them into a
small, secret space that’s only theirs.
Like now, for instance.
“What the fuck are you doing, Black?” Severus’ voice is broken and husky. “I’m
not doing this again with you.”
“Yeah you are.” Black pushes back against Severus and yes – apparently Severus
is doing this again. He’d push Black away but it’s a frigid winter day and
Black is warm and soft. He’s like a puppy with eager kisses which lack any
finesse but he makes up for that with boundless enthusiasm. He mouths a line
along the curve of Severus’ neck and yanks on the robes between them to try to
get closer to the heat of Severus’ body – nearer to the thud of his heart.
“For the love of…” Severus tries to complain when Sirius takes an experimental
bite of the skin of Severus’ neck. It shouldn’t feel good. It doesn’t. It’s
rough teeth and messy kisses and hands which tremble as they pull off robes and
shove restlessly under school shirts. It gives Severus a little satisfaction
that despite rumours to the contrary, Black appears to be just as clueless as
he when it comes to the art of seduction. The last time they were together
Black practically humped Severus to orgasm, their cocks aligned as they pushed
and bit and snarled at one another before coming in their trousers with a
shudder and an altogether slower, sweeter kiss which made Severus’ gut twist.
Not that Severus is being seduced by Black, obviously. There’s nothing remotely
seductive about the way Black’s rough hands yank at his clothes and the hot,
damp kisses he trails along the curve of Severus’ throat. Severus huffs when
Black runs his tongue behind Severus’ ear, the combination of hot breath and
the strange touch making him choke out a laugh.
“Black.” He says it sharply, or intends to. Instead it comes out with a fond
note which makes Severus scowl. Gryffindors and their insatiable desires. He
really must put a stop to this.
“Hmm?” Black stops whatever he’s doing with his tongue and he pulls back. His
face is flushed and eager. He tugs expensive robes from his body and they pool
carelessly on the floor. It probably doesn’t matter if Black’s robes get filthy
from the dust of the small, abandoned storage room. He likely has enough in his
vaults to replace them several times over. “Why are you being such an annoying
arse?”
Severus narrows his eyes and glares at Black, shoving him away. He means to
fold his arms but instead his traitorous hands pull off his own robes which he
drops on Black’s. He doesn’t have the luxury of money to replace them, after
all. “You accost me in the corridor when I’m minding my own business…”
“You’re never minding your own business,” Black interrupts. “Besides, you came
willingly enough.” His eyes slide over Severus’ face and down, down, down until
they settle on his crotch. His eyes darken and he runs his tongue over his lip
in a gesture that’s surprisingly endearing and he reaches for Severus’ belt,
tugging it lightly. “Can I suck you?”
Fuck. Severus should definitely say no because there can be nothing good gained
from allowing this madness with Black to go any further.
“Absolutely not.” His voice wavers and he clears his throat. Black’s lips curve
into a know-it-all sort of smile and he’s sliding to his knees quicker than you
can say should have been a Slytherin.
“Reckon I can.” Black slides his fingers over the unmistakable bulge in
Severus’ trousers. Gods, he looks like he’s practically salivating at the
thought of having cock in his mouth. “Look at you. Don’t think I can’t see how
much you want it.”
“You’re a bastard.” Severus lets his usual careful enunciation falter as he
sags back against the wall in time to Black’s fingers tugging down the zip on
his trousers. He fists his hand in Black’s hair for good measure, not because
he wants to touch him but because he wants to remind Black in no uncertain
terms that he’s the one on his knees. He tugs, sharply, but it seems to make
Black more eager rather than less – a rough groan falling from his lips as he
noses his way into Severus’ trousers. “You’re like a dog,” Severus says. It
sounds less insulting than he intended and it draws a snort of laughter from
Black.
“If only you knew.” Clearly embracing his fondness for licking Severus
everywhere, Black runs his tongue over the line of Severus’ cock through the
thin cotton of his pants. He shoves Severus’ trousers down and nudges Severus’
legs apart, settling himself in as if this is really going to take a while. He
yanks down Severus’ pants, making Severus bite back a wanton moan of
anticipation. Black brushes his lips over Severus’ bollocks, the base of his
cock and then tongues over the wet, hard slit until Severus is practically
trembling.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Black pulls back momentarily and looks up at Severus. “Could you turn
around? I read about something. I want to try it.”
Severus narrows his eyes and makes to protest, before Black pat, pats his thigh
and gives him a slow, lazy smile. “I know I’m a bastard to you sometimes but
not now. Not like this. Trust me?”
Severus absolutely does not trust Black, but something compels him to turn
around anyway. He grips his wand in his hand as he presses against the wall
just in case Black should try any funny business. They haven’t discussed
fucking. Severus isn’t sure if he wants to be fucked by Black, or if he wants
anything other than Black’s lips wrapped around his cock from time to time. He
would ideally like a bit of peace and quiet without insatiable Gryffindors
dragging him off for heated snogging sessions in classrooms that smell like
mothballs. It’s not as if he’s enjoying this. At all.
“I wasn’t aware reading was high on your list of priorities considering the
fact you’re usually arsing around on that broom of yours with Potter or
dragging me into fusty rooms.”
“I do alright.” Severus can practically hear Black shrug behind him and he lets
out an undignified yelp when Black bites him squarely on the arse. “Delicious.”
Severus can feel the way Black’s smirking against his skin and he clutches his
wand tighter in his fist.
“If you bite me again, I’ll-”
“Shut up, Snape.” Black’s voice is low, throaty and it cultured. It slides
through Severus like treacle and oh buggering Merlin. Black isn’t biting
Severus now. Instead he’s parted the cheeks of Severus’ arse and his incredible
tongue is sliding over Severus’ hole. It’s filthy. It’s the most disgusting
thing that has ever happened to Severus. He might have showered extremely
thoroughly this morning given Black’s proclivity for taking him by surprise but
he still never imagined this. It’s…horrible. Completely and utterly awful.
Instead of telling Black he should stop immediately, Severus pushes back just a
little. The hot, eager trail of Black’s tongue along his crease and over his
hole sends sparks of pleasure through his skin. He can feel his cheeks getting
hot and the flush spreading from his neck upwards. Black sounds like he’s
enjoying himself, a small sound of pleasure leaving him as he pushes forwards
and pushes the tip of his tongue inside Severus – licking and prodding and
exploring with absolutely no clear target. Severus dimly wonders as his hand
drops to stroke his cock if Black’s getting off on this as much as he is.
“Are you touching yourself?” Black moves back for a moment, his voice gruff and
he lets out a low groan. “Oh, fuck. You are. That’s good. Fuck, that’s good.”
He dives back in again, tonguing at Severus with renewed vigour and Severus can
hear the rustle of Black’s trousers being opened. He hasn’t had as much time
with Black’s cock as he would like, but he knows it’s delectable. He knows it’s
longer and thicker than it has any right to be and he can imagine Black’s large
hand fisted around it. Black spits into his palm and the familiar slap starts
again before Black’s tongue is against Severus’ hole. He laps and nudges and
pushes until his tongue works inside Severus’ body and beads of perspiration
raise on Severus’ forehead. The motion of Black’s tongue and the wet, hot trail
of saliva over the most intimate parts of his body leave him breathless.
For someone who hasn’t done this before, Black seems to catch on with
impressive speed. He responds to every twitch and reluctant grunt of pleasure
from Severus. He slides his tongue slowly, deeply and nudges again just inside.
Severus’ legs wobble and he locks his knees, gritting his teeth against the
pleas which threaten to fall from his lips. It’s not long before Black’s groans
get louder and then there’s a shudder and his tongue stops for a moment before
returning again, lapping lightly over Severus. “Come on my face.”
“I’m sorry?” Severus sounds broken and it’s possible he actually is. His body
is loose and ready for more from Black, his need to come coiling within his
belly. With a hiss, he squeezes the base of his cock. He kicks off the trousers
and pants around his ankles and turns, tangling a hand back into Black’s hair
and urging him closer. Of all the things Black’s suggested it’s never been
this. He almost can’t believe his luck.
“You heard.” Black sucks his fingers into his mouth and the gesture is almost
enough to take Severus apart. He pulls them from his mouth with a pop, his
voice breathless. “Can I?” He slides a finger behind Severus’ balls and the
nngh of pleasure falls from Severus’ lips before he can stop it.
Black’s finger breaches him, knuckle deep. It nudges inside Severus with a slow
slide, in and out again. Severus grips Black’s hair harder, unable to stop the
heavy gasps of breath falling from his lips as his hand works over his cock.
Black’s finger brushes against something inside Severus and that’s all it takes
– Black’s eyes dark with need and staring into Severus’ own – his lips parted
for Severus to cover his face with come.
“Yes.” With a groan, Severus comes over Black’s face and resists the urge to
slide boneless to the floor as the force of his orgasm sweeps over him.
There’s a silence and then Black moves back. He stands with a wince. He pulls
up his jumper and wipes his face with the inside. Severus stares at him,
wondering if he’s planning to go to his classes with come-stained clothing,
reeking of Severus’ cologne and looking well and truly shagged out. He wouldn’t
put it past Black. He’s cocky enough to pretend he was off fucking one of his
fans over a table. Black doesn’t do that, though. Severus knows from the
sometimes hesitant flicker to Black’s gaze and the awkward, eager kisses that
Black hasn’t done any of this before. For some bizarre reason he seems to want
to experiment with Severus and because Severus doesn’t have many other options,
he’s not about to dissuade him as much as he plans to protest on a regular
basis.
“Come here, you stupid mutt.” Severus pulls Black towards him after he’s got
his trousers on again and feels a bit more settled. Their lips connect together
and it’s as eager and needy as it’s ever been. Black’s teeth knock against
Severus’ and they can’t stop gripping one another hard enough to hurt. Severus
wonders if they’re fighting against each other or themselves.
The kiss slows and Black clears his throat, his smile broad. “See you later?”
“I doubt it.” Severus gives Black a glare. “I told you. This isn’t going to
happen again.”
Black laughs and he winks at Severus. “’Course not.”
Black leaves the room, whistling as he goes.
Severus slumps back against the wall to gather himself before he has to go out
and face the world. When he’s sure Black definitely isn’t coming back, he
finally allows himself to smile.
There’s going to be a later, whatever they both say.
There always is.
 
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