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ravenna_c_tan) wrote2009-12-13 02:45 am
ravenna_c_tan) wrote2009-12-13 02:45 am
Snape/Draco ficlet for sabathea
Sooooo... I promised myself after I finished writing the first draft of the novel I owe to my publisher, that I'd write some fanfic. The "flurry" of v-gifts I got over on Livejournal has inspired me to write some for the folks who gave me snowflake cookies and such!
This one started out as a drabble and ended up an actual ficlet/scene! Happy hols,sabethea! (Um, and no, I'm not totally sure why I chose this pairing for you, but I hope you like it!)
Snowflake Ficlet #1
Forsabethea!
Snape/Draco, EWE, NC-17
714 words
Severus hated being nursemaided, but on the list of things needing repair after Nagini's bite, his pride was rather far down. He allowed Draco to do what he could with minimal complaint, at least until the day, nearly a year into his recovery, when Draco brewed for him a most particular potion.
Severus caught the scent immediately upon uncorking the bottle and refused to drink it, thrusting it back into Draco's hands. "I cannot handle the side effects of tiger penis in the formula."
"For Merlin's sake, Snape, restoring the circulation in your leg is a bit more important than whether other parts of you may experience a... a rush of blood."
That pause, that near stutter in Draco's voice, caused Severus to look him in the eye. Draco looked away.
"You never could lie to me, Draco."
"Fine, don't take it," Draco said, putting the bottle on the side table. "Tell me... tell me some other potion to make."
Severus folded his hands. For a year Draco had fed him, washed him, clothed him, charmed away pus and rubbed his scars with salve. His touch had never been anything but clinical and efficient, but then, had it been anything but, Severus would not have borne it.
But now? Severus examined the man before him, the wizard who had made healing Severus into his occupation.
He picked up the bottle and saw the jerk of Draco's body as if, perhaps, inside his chest his heart had leapt.
"I did not say I would not take the potion," Severus said in a careful drawl. "Merely that there will be a reaction to its ingestion that I cannot take care of... alone."
Now Draco's eyes met his, stormy with desire and hope and fear all battling within him.
"You will need to assist me. Remaining in a turgid state for more than an hour or two at a time is not considered healthy for a wizard of my age and constitution." Severus tipped his head back and let three drops of the potion fall onto his tongue. He set the bottle aside as he felt it working its way through him, like the warmth of whiskey spreading through his body, except no whiskey had ever made his cock rise like that.
"Tell me... what to do," Draco whispered, struck with a helpless paralysis that only made Severus' cock throb harder to see.
"I will need to be supported. Sit behind me and use your hand to relieve me."
Draco nodded and slipped off his outer robe and shoes, climbing behind Severus in the large four poster bed that had been his since Draco had brought him to the Manor a year ago. Severus hissed as trembling fingers took hold of his shaft.
"N-now what?"
"I suggest you pretend it is your own and we shall proceed from there," Severus said, sucking in a breath as the grip became somewhat firmer, stroking slowly at first. He allowed himself to lean back against Draco after a while, small jerking motions of his hips the only cue to the proper pace and rhythm. Draco was a quick study--hadn't he always been?--and it wasn't long before Severus drew close to his first orgasm in years.
He had forgotten the knack of it, it seemed, of how to pass from that state of taut wanting to release. He could not even tell Draco what to do, for he did not know.
And then, without warning, a pair of silken lips caressed the scar at his neck where the snake had bitten him. Severus heard himself groan. The brush of sensual flesh was followed by a toothy scrape that the ravaged nerves could better appreciate and Severus experienced not only a blinding release but surprise.
And then he was limp as a ragdoll in Draco's arms. Another touch of Draco's lips, this time to his temple. Spent. So very spent, so very relaxed, and free of pain. Severus did not ever remember feeling this good.
"Can you feel your left leg? Your foot?" Draco asked.
Severus wiggled his toes and nodded his head, too spent to speak.
"Good."
"Draco," he managed to croak. "Stay."
"Yes, sir," Draco whispered softly.
Severus hated being nursemaided. But surely this was something else.
This one started out as a drabble and ended up an actual ficlet/scene! Happy hols,
sabethea! (Um, and no, I'm not totally sure why I chose this pairing for you, but I hope you like it!)Snowflake Ficlet #1
For
sabethea!Snape/Draco, EWE, NC-17
714 words
Severus hated being nursemaided, but on the list of things needing repair after Nagini's bite, his pride was rather far down. He allowed Draco to do what he could with minimal complaint, at least until the day, nearly a year into his recovery, when Draco brewed for him a most particular potion.
Severus caught the scent immediately upon uncorking the bottle and refused to drink it, thrusting it back into Draco's hands. "I cannot handle the side effects of tiger penis in the formula."
"For Merlin's sake, Snape, restoring the circulation in your leg is a bit more important than whether other parts of you may experience a... a rush of blood."
That pause, that near stutter in Draco's voice, caused Severus to look him in the eye. Draco looked away.
"You never could lie to me, Draco."
"Fine, don't take it," Draco said, putting the bottle on the side table. "Tell me... tell me some other potion to make."
Severus folded his hands. For a year Draco had fed him, washed him, clothed him, charmed away pus and rubbed his scars with salve. His touch had never been anything but clinical and efficient, but then, had it been anything but, Severus would not have borne it.
But now? Severus examined the man before him, the wizard who had made healing Severus into his occupation.
He picked up the bottle and saw the jerk of Draco's body as if, perhaps, inside his chest his heart had leapt.
"I did not say I would not take the potion," Severus said in a careful drawl. "Merely that there will be a reaction to its ingestion that I cannot take care of... alone."
Now Draco's eyes met his, stormy with desire and hope and fear all battling within him.
"You will need to assist me. Remaining in a turgid state for more than an hour or two at a time is not considered healthy for a wizard of my age and constitution." Severus tipped his head back and let three drops of the potion fall onto his tongue. He set the bottle aside as he felt it working its way through him, like the warmth of whiskey spreading through his body, except no whiskey had ever made his cock rise like that.
"Tell me... what to do," Draco whispered, struck with a helpless paralysis that only made Severus' cock throb harder to see.
"I will need to be supported. Sit behind me and use your hand to relieve me."
Draco nodded and slipped off his outer robe and shoes, climbing behind Severus in the large four poster bed that had been his since Draco had brought him to the Manor a year ago. Severus hissed as trembling fingers took hold of his shaft.
"N-now what?"
"I suggest you pretend it is your own and we shall proceed from there," Severus said, sucking in a breath as the grip became somewhat firmer, stroking slowly at first. He allowed himself to lean back against Draco after a while, small jerking motions of his hips the only cue to the proper pace and rhythm. Draco was a quick study--hadn't he always been?--and it wasn't long before Severus drew close to his first orgasm in years.
He had forgotten the knack of it, it seemed, of how to pass from that state of taut wanting to release. He could not even tell Draco what to do, for he did not know.
And then, without warning, a pair of silken lips caressed the scar at his neck where the snake had bitten him. Severus heard himself groan. The brush of sensual flesh was followed by a toothy scrape that the ravaged nerves could better appreciate and Severus experienced not only a blinding release but surprise.
And then he was limp as a ragdoll in Draco's arms. Another touch of Draco's lips, this time to his temple. Spent. So very spent, so very relaxed, and free of pain. Severus did not ever remember feeling this good.
"Can you feel your left leg? Your foot?" Draco asked.
Severus wiggled his toes and nodded his head, too spent to speak.
"Good."
"Draco," he managed to croak. "Stay."
"Yes, sir," Draco whispered softly.
Severus hated being nursemaided. But surely this was something else.