Torn | By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 3458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Severus lay
half draped across Ron on the living room floor. Both of them were completely
naked. Ron had one of the scatter cushions from the sofa propped beneath his
head whilst Severus used his shoulder for a pillow. Both of them had consumed a
liberal amount of bubbly pink wine in celebration since entering the house and
were suitably merry.
“So tell
me,” Severus propped his head up on his hand. “What did you like best about the
fantasy you programmed into my mind this morning?”
Ron thought
about it for a moment, listening to the sounds of George occupying himself by
chewing a bone in the kitchen. “Hmm. It’s a close call
between the restraining bench and the rose.”
“I liked
both of those,” Severus gave him a lecherous wink. “But I think I liked the wax
best.”
“See, I
just think that’d hurt?” Ron raised an eyebrow. “And I’m not really sure I’m
into painful sex.”
“No,
perhaps you’re not,” Severus took a slurp of wine. “But I certainly enjoyed
it.”
“But you
wouldn’t let me drip candle wax on your balls in the real world,” Ron snorted.
“No,
picking hardened wax off your sac is not
the nicest of wake up calls.”
“Oh, the
wizened voice of experience,” Ron gave a happy sigh.
Severus
idly reached to play with Ron’s nipple piercing and manipulated the metal back
and forth, as he just loved to do.
“Mmm,
nice,” Ron failed to come out with anything more expressive in light of his
drunken state.
“Would you
get anything else pierced?” Severus asked curiously. “You’ve grown up a lot
since you had these done.” He looked tenderly at the piercing in Ron’s ear
cartilage.
“I think
tongue could be quite interesting,” Ron pondered. “Bloody hurt though. And god,
the swelling.”
“Well I’d
fix the swelling, wouldn’t I?” Severus rolled his eyes. “So still not big on
getting your dick pierced then?”
“Are you trying to make it shrivel,
never to return?” Ron laughed.
“I think
it’d be quite… sexy,” Severus announced to the room.
“God, you’re pissed.”
“I’m…well
yes, I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find that attractive once in a while.”
“Have you
ever done it with a bloke that’s had one?” Ron bent his knee up to rest his
foot on the floor as they lounged together.
“If I said
I had?” Severus asked smugly.
“I’d want details,” Ron told him pointedly, and Severus laughed, snorting on
his mouthful of wine.
“Well I
have,” Severus ran his index finger round the rim of the champagne flute. “It
was… nice to play with. But there was no way I was being buggered like that and
he was just short of his healing period, so he couldn’t change the fittings. So
I buggered him and spent the entire time moving the ring back and forth, drove
him wild.”
Ron
listened, taking in every word as though it were elixir. He loved it when
Severus was as drunk as he was, because he let all his inhibitions slide away
and talked freely, and acted freely.
“So you can
change the fittings?” Ron scratched his nose.
“Yeah, you can put stuff in to keep the holes open but won’t cause irritation
to the person you’re with.”
“Neat.”
“I’m going
to buy you a thesaurus for Christmas,” Severus smirked.
“Knob,” Ron turned his head and stared dreamily into the fire. “Good thing
nobody’s likely to come through that right now, they’d cop two eyefuls.”
“Serve them
right for interrupting us,” Severus rose up on his knees and reached for the wine
bottle. “More?” he asked of his husband.
“Why not,”
Ron grinned.
Severus
poured him another glass and swung his legs round so he could sit properly on
the floor. He ran his free hand up Ron’s thigh and let it come to a stop when
his fingers sunk into the red curls of hair at the groin. “You are without a
doubt the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,” Severus smiled at him, even
though Ron was looking the other way.
“Thank you,
oh husband of endless compliments.”
Severus
took another mouthful of fizzy wine and tried not to think of the headache he’d
have come the daybreak. Fizzy wine always killed his head.
Out of
nowhere, the clock on the mantelpiece chimed and they both looked up at it,
then at each other.
“Merry
Christmas,” Severus said softly over the chimes.
“And to you
too,” Ron smiled.
“Merry Christmas George!” They both cried in unison and the dog yapped back, though
he did not abandon his bone in the kitchen to join them.
“Sit up and
give me a Christmas Day kiss,” Severus demanded, setting his wine glass on the
floor to appreciate what was coming to him.
Ron threw
his arms up to give himself some momentum and groaned as his ribs ached
slightly. Then he shifted closer over the plush carpet and sat in front of
Severus, his shaggy hair falling onto his shoulders.
“Don’t cut
your hair,” Severus brushed a hand at it gently. “You look so much more defined
with long hair. It suits your face shape, and makes your nose look at home.”
“I won’t if
you won’t,” Ron took a mouthful of wine and leant forward for their Christmas
kiss.
Their lips
connected softly and Ron smiled, letting his tongue slide out to brush against
Severus.
“Mmm, you
know, I think I could go again and extend to a Christmas Day shag,” Severus
raised an eyebrow. “Are you game, my little redheaded sex God?”
“You’re so
pissed,” Ron fell about laughing, falling backwards and only just stopping his
wine from spilling onto the carpet.
Severus
prowled on top of him on all fours, looking down at Ron’s laughing face from
above. “I might be pissed but I can still screw you three ways into the New
Year,” he pointed out.
“Oh,
goody,” Ron felt the alcohol surge to his head.
Severus
dropped down and kissed Ron again before speaking. “I’m going to fill you up…”
“Fuck me
good and proper, make up for the time we missed,” Ron threw in.
“And make you scream my name,” Severus licked up the side of Ron’s neck.
“And make
me come over your stomach,” Ron shivered.
“And make
you take every last drop of me,” Severus sucked a point on his jaw line.
They’d
already been once, and Ron had won the dominance fight, pinned Severus to the
ground and fucked him roughly in front of the roaring fire. And Severus was
determined he would have his turn, despite the late hour.
“You know,”
Ron breathed, as Severus nibbled along his scarred collarbone. “When we have
our child we won’t be able to do this any more…”
“Children
sleep, Ron, they don’t stalk the living room at all hours of the day,” Severus
breathed hot air over the wet flesh.
“No, I
mean… Father Christmas isn’t very likely to visit if he finds the parents
fucking a pattern into the carpet in front of the fire, is he?” Ron giggled as
one as Severus’ hands hit a ticklish spot on his side.
“That
entirely depends on the sexual orientation of Father Christmas,” Severus latched
over a nipple.
“Oh Godric,
please tell me you’ll dress up as Father Christmas one year,” Ron arched up
into his lover’s naked body and groaned at the contact. “And when you’ve
delivered the presents, I will lead you by the cock into our bedroom and fuck
you senseless.”
Severus
looked up in surprise. “Father Christmas, really?”
“It’s the
idea of a fancy dress costume more than anything,” Ron assured him with a
giggle. “But it’d be fun, right? If I could dress up as anyone for you, who
would you choose?”
Severus
thought on it. There were plenty of muggle film characters who he’d like a shot
at banging. And, the one he was thinking of came with an added whip. “Hmm,
how’d you fancy donning a hat and becoming Indiana Jones for the night?”
“It’s the
whip, isn’t it, you filthy bastard?” Ron’s laughter was littered with
ungraceful snorts.
“Might be,”
Severus smiled.
They fell
silent then as they engaged in a passionate kiss and Ron ran his fingers
repeatedly through the sleek hair falling around Severus’ face. Severus
responded to every touch with enthusiasm, kissing warmly, stroking Ron’s own
hair.
“How are
you going to have me, then?” Ron smiled up at him, and watched with interest as
Severus climbed off him.
“Like
this,” Severus placed himself in front of the fire, long legs out in front of
his body, arms propping up his torso behind him, erection pointing upwards
along his body, nestling in his pubic hair. “You’re going to sit on me.”
He then
wasted no time in lubricating himself and stretching Ron with a spell –he knew
he was too drunk to be assigned to that particular task and do it well.
“Ah, God,
this is being vicious tonight,” Ron hissed, rolling
onto his knees, jerking as the spell stretched his inner walls. “Fucking hell
it feels like it wants me for itself!”
“I think it
increases in intensity depending on how much you want what’s coming,” Severus
said thoughtfully, summoning his wine glass for a quick mouthful. “Mine was
quite pushy and insistent as well.”
“It’s more than insistent,” Ron
hissed, freezing in a perfect picture of wanton lust, on his knees, cock out in
front of him and his mouth parted with closed eyes. “It’s… beating on my
prostate like a drum.”
“Maybe it’s
telling you you’ve really tightened up?” Severus suggested.
“Fuck
knows, too good to complain… oh… oh…”
Severus
watched and let his own arousal grow as Ron jerked and groaned in front of his
eyes, body washed amber in the firelight.
“Oh thank
Merlin I think it’s stopping,” Ron opened his eyes, and saw that Severus had
hardened considerably watching him. “I wish I could put on a real show for
you,” he added glumly. “I’d be well up for that.”
“You’re such an exhibitionist,” Severus laughed, and drained the glass before
setting it aside. “Now come on, let me, ah, what was it you said Seamus called
it? Plunder your dungeon?”
Ron fell
over in his laughter and had to crawl to Severus’ lap. He straddled over his
legs but paused before positioning himself.
“I’m not in
the mood for gentle,” Ron breathed in warning.
“Neither am I,” Severus’ voice came out more like a
low growl.
“Thank
God,” Ron took Severus’ erection in hand, and worked his body so he hovered
above it, teasing his own entrance with the cock before he eventually sank down
onto it.
The ease
with which he sheathed it told him just how thoroughly the spell had stretched
him –there was barely even the burn he had grown to love. He straightened his
legs over Severus’ hips, and the man in question came off his arms to grab Ron
around the back.
“Mm, so
full,” Ron muttered, pressing downwards with all his might, revelling in the
feel of his cock smushed up against their hard
stomachs.
Severus ran
his hands up so they held the back of Ron’s neck beneath his hair and looked up
into his husband’s face. Drunk though they both were, neither
failed to appreciate the sweaty coupling. Ron fell into a rhythm of
lifting up and down, best he could without his feet as leverage, and Severus
bought his hands down to hold the hips in place as Ron shifted, sometimes no
more than a millimetre, keeping the hot shaft within him.
“Are you
close?” Ron whispered down to him, and Severus looked up from where he was
marvelling at the strength of Ron’s hips. “Lay down.”
Ron
swivelled his legs back and gently lowered Severus to the floor, bending his
knees so he rested on his shins, instantly giving himself a springboard on
which to bounce.
Severus was
grunting and crying out within a minute, the sensations were too much in his
overused cock for him to be doing anything else. He watched with perverted
yearning as his husband’s face contorted each time he rose and fell, hitting
deep spots within him, totally in control of his own pleasure.
Severus
swallowed his dry throat and bit his lip. Nothing like a lazy fuck where someone else
does all the work for you.
He managed
to flex his cock within his husband and groaned when Ron cried out with bliss
and begged for a repeat action. Severus complied and reached up, wrapping his
fingers around the heated cock bobbing near his stomach. He milked the shaft
back and forth, handling it expertly, thumbing the tip occasionally and
pressing down, knowing exactly the kind of burn he would elicit there.
“Fuck yeah,
squeeze it harder bitch,” Ron breathed, the alcohol
letting words slip through he would normally have felt a total idiot speaking,
even during sex.
Severus
squeezed harder and rubbed faster, reaching a quick pace he was proud of, for
his damaged right arm.
“Oh yes,
fuck, fuck yesyesyesyes oh gods Severus yes, yes,”
Ron failed to keep the stream of inanity in his mouth.
“That’s
it,” Severus crooned up to him, inhibitions shot to buggery, by that blasted pink wine! “Come for me…
come for me and scream my name when you do it.”
“Urrrrgh oh god, yeah,” Ron breathed, and he threw his head
back eyes open to the ceiling, and moaned. “Severussssss,”
the s caught in his throat as his orgasm pumped out of him.
Severus saw
some of it fly far enough to hit the carpet and that thought –which he usually
would have considered disgusting and unhygienic, turned him on enough to push
him over the edge as well, and he pressed his hips upwards into the moaning
man, and pulsed his own sticky contribution into his body.
“Oh sweet
gods,” Ron muttered, raising a hand and running it through his sweaty hair. “Oh
shit and arse, I got it on the carpet,” he panicked, knowing how protective
Severus was of the new, plush, and stupidly expensive carpet. He lifted off
Severus’ still leaking cock.
He grabbed
his wand and vanished all of the mess, before yanking over the bottle of wine
and lifting it to his lips, gulping indecently at the fizzy liquid, feeling
some of it run out of his mouth and trickle onto his chest.
When he
lowered the bottle he realised Severus was watching with a dazed, lustful
expression on his face.
“You’re
beautiful when you’re slovenly,” Severus managed to smile.
“Sorry
about the carpet,” Ron screwed up his face.
“Ach,”
Severus waved him away impatiently. “Well, the damn thing’s christened now, at
any rate.”
“I’m
tired,” Ron yawned.
“Me too,”
Severus yawned in response.
“Can’t make
bedroom,” Ron said.
“Me
neither,” Severus grabbed his wand and sent the fire guard in front of the open
grate, before summoning a blanket from the back of the sofa, and the scatter
cushions.
He placed a
cushioning charm on the space in front of the fire and arranged the cushions
and blanket there, before arranging himself, arms over top of the blanket. Ron
slid in position next to him, turned on his side, cuddled as close to Severus
as he could get.
He
extinguished all the lights in the house and chucked his wand over his head,
not caring where it fell as long as it was away from the fire. Then he worked
his arm under Ron’s neck and held him.
“Best
Christmas Eve ever,” Ron muttered into the skin of Severus’ shoulder.
“Mm,”
Severus had to agree.
“Sorry for
being a twat and ruining December.”
“Let’s not
get into that,” Severus murmured, running his hand down Ron’s back.
“I promise
to be on my best behaviour for the New Year ahead,” Ron whispered, pressing his
lips to the skin he could reach.
Severus thought
on that –he didn’t want the chaste, too
pure Ron from the past week back because it just wasn’t his husband. “Don’t be too good, or else I’d never be able to discipline
you.” He let his hand slide down to pinch at the extremely pert bottom which he
adored so much.
Ron snorted
sleepily. “Same goes for you. Or you might not get any more walnut cake.”
“Christ,
that’d be an utter tragedy. I resolve to be naughtier in the New Year in the
hopes of a repeat performance of you taking me in the cellar.”
“Deal.”
-fin-
A/N: Phew. Blimey. Hope I redeemed
myself by the end there. ;-) Sorry about the length *blush*
And now you have my solid promise
that I am DONE messing with them. I’m done creating problems. I just felt
overall that Ron had been a little too stable, a little too mature. He needed
his chance to freak out and grow up. Considering what I’ve already put him
through, no small thing was going to crack him up!
Please review and rate if you made
it this far!
In my head, there are two more fics now, planned with purpose, and then I will be
finished. But I promise, they’ll have their happy
ending. With a few twists. *smirk*
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