La Petite Mort
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starduchessI can't believe I never reposted these. Shows how crazy my time was in the second half of last year.
Title: La Petite Mort
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300
Warnings: handjob
Summary: Severus has a better way to have a fake death.
A/N: Written for Severus *Sighs* Third Anniversary Challenge, prompt: 1001 Ways to Fake His Own Death.
“I can’t believe it. The press are hounding me again, and it’s not even been two days since I died!” Harry grumbled, throwing the Daily Prophet on the floor with news of his ‘resurrection’ blasting the front page.
“This is the seventeenth attempt you’ve made of faking your own demise. It has become a challenge to them to discover your new identity as quickly as possible.” Snape smirked at his young lover.
Harry complained, “It’s getting harder to come up with new and original death scenes.”
Snape got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “There is one death they will never be privy to.”
Harry was confused. “Huh?”
Snape crossed the room, pulled Harry to him, snuck one hand down his trousers to encircle his prick, and said, “This one,” before capturing Harry’s mouth.
The sudden, intense sensations rocked Harry’s world, and he whimpered as heat melted him.
Snape backed him into the wall, all the while thrusting his tongue deep into Harry’s mouth.
Harry moaned, lost in chaos. He was becoming light-headed from the loss of breath and the blood pounding fast in his ears.
Snape continued to stroke Harry’s cock as he moved his lips down Harry’s jaw, giving the young man a chance to pant before he bit down on Harry’s pressure point.
Harry cried out, instinctively pushing into Snape’s chest, hips thrusting, body writhing, pain and pleasure mixing to white out his world as hot liquid burst out of him.
--
Harry didn’t remember losing consciousness, but he awoke naked and satisfied on their bed.
“Did you enjoy your little death?” Snape purred.
“Hm, yes,” Harry sighed. He rolled over to pull Snape close.
“A reciprocal death is in order, don’t you agree?” Snape asked.
Harry grinned, “Indeed.” He proceeded to kill his lover with private delight.
--
Title: La Petite Mort
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 300
Warnings: handjob
Summary: Severus has a better way to have a fake death.
A/N: Written for Severus *Sighs* Third Anniversary Challenge, prompt: 1001 Ways to Fake His Own Death.
“I can’t believe it. The press are hounding me again, and it’s not even been two days since I died!” Harry grumbled, throwing the Daily Prophet on the floor with news of his ‘resurrection’ blasting the front page.
“This is the seventeenth attempt you’ve made of faking your own demise. It has become a challenge to them to discover your new identity as quickly as possible.” Snape smirked at his young lover.
Harry complained, “It’s getting harder to come up with new and original death scenes.”
Snape got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “There is one death they will never be privy to.”
Harry was confused. “Huh?”
Snape crossed the room, pulled Harry to him, snuck one hand down his trousers to encircle his prick, and said, “This one,” before capturing Harry’s mouth.
The sudden, intense sensations rocked Harry’s world, and he whimpered as heat melted him.
Snape backed him into the wall, all the while thrusting his tongue deep into Harry’s mouth.
Harry moaned, lost in chaos. He was becoming light-headed from the loss of breath and the blood pounding fast in his ears.
Snape continued to stroke Harry’s cock as he moved his lips down Harry’s jaw, giving the young man a chance to pant before he bit down on Harry’s pressure point.
Harry cried out, instinctively pushing into Snape’s chest, hips thrusting, body writhing, pain and pleasure mixing to white out his world as hot liquid burst out of him.
--
Harry didn’t remember losing consciousness, but he awoke naked and satisfied on their bed.
“Did you enjoy your little death?” Snape purred.
“Hm, yes,” Harry sighed. He rolled over to pull Snape close.
“A reciprocal death is in order, don’t you agree?” Snape asked.
Harry grinned, “Indeed.” He proceeded to kill his lover with private delight.
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