Our Last Summer | By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 3906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was late
when they finally got home that evening and Ron had been flagging for a while
before they’d left. He yawned as he hung up his suit jacket and put it in the
wardrobe, then unbuttoned his trousers and picked them up before they fell on
the floor. He thought back over the day as he clipped them to the hanger and
put them next to the jacket. His mum had declared a day for celebration and
insisted that everyone stay for dinner in aid of Victoire’s
birth and his bonding to Severus. It had totally negated the ‘no party’ clause
both of them had agreed to, because she whipped up a cake in an indecent amount
of time and demanded that they cut it as if it were their wedding cake. A smile
spread over Ron’s face as he remembered how embarrassed Severus had looked
holding the knife with him. Either way, the cake had been delicious, Victoria sponge with jam
and buttercream filling and strawberry cream cheese
frosting as she’d not had the time to make any other kind of icing.
And then
the music had been turned up and the alcohol bought out and everyone around
them had gotten increasingly merrier whilst both he and Severus stayed off the
booze all night, Ron because of his medication, Severus out of choice. They had
finally escaped at around half past eleven to catcalls, whistles and jeers
about making honest men of one another. When Ron had last seen Severus heading
into the bathroom, the blush still hadn’t faded from his cheeks.
Ron
unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin in the corner of the room,
catching sight of himself in the mirror as he did so.
Wearing only his underwear, he could see scars over his torso. He moved closer
to look at them, seeing his now worn appearance. He exhaled and the hair
nearest his mouth fluttered because it was so long, longer than it had ever
been in his life, falling in a shaggy mess to shoulder length. He’d noticed his
mother eyeing it earlier in the night.
At least he
had put on some weight since he’d first gotten home, his cheeks were no longer
so hollowed and his jeans didn’t fall down.
“What a
night,” Severus turned the landing light off and pulled his jacket from around
his shoulders and cast it on the chair next to the hamper. He undressed quickly
before paying attention to Ron in front of the mirror. “You okay?”
Ron nodded and turned to him.
“I swear to
God I thought we’d get back here to find your brothers had decorated it like
some seedy brothel as a joke.”
“I’m
surprised they didn’t,” Ron yawned and turned to pull back the bedcovers and
climbed in, sliding his long legs beneath the sheets.
There was a
question on his lips, he felt stupid at the way he hesitated to let it out.
“You know… this is our wedding night?”
“Yes, it
is,” Severus got in next to him and put his wand on the table next to the lamp.
“And you
know what they say happens on wedding nights…” Ron pressed further.
Severus
looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I do, yes.”
“So… will
we be having a traditional wedding night or not?”
Severus
fought down his laugh at their apparently reversed demeanours. “Ron, would you
like to have sex with me tonight?”
“More than
anything,” Ron whispered, and leant over to kiss Severus in a swift movement,
running his tongue over the thin lips before forcing it into the warm mouth, in
which he could still taste cake.
Groaning,
he shifted and swung his leg over Severus’ crotch so he was straddling him,
head tilted down to continue the kiss.
His skin
tingled as Severus ran his hands up over his back, up his neck and sank into
his hair.
“Mmmm,” Severus moaned, shifting the dominance in the kiss
to his own tongue, and he leant Ron back slightly to enforce the change.
“It’s
criminal that you can kiss like this and nobody had the pleasure of knowing for
years before I came along,” Ron smiled as Severus neglected his mouth to duck
down and suck on one of his nipples. “A disservice to
humanity.”
Severus
laughed and looked up at him. “What do you want?” He placed some kisses firmly
in the middle of Ron’s chest, feeling the hair there tickle his nose.
Ron thought
on that whilst lazily stroking the raven hair in front of him. “You.”
“I was
hoping for something a little more specific dearest,” Severus smiled. “Do you
want me to try sucking you?”
It was all
unchartered water again. They hadn’t had sex since his return from the hospital
for fear of opening the wound on his pubic mound, which only in the last couple
of days had stopped opening up every morning as Ron showered. Realising he
wasn’t going to get any guidance out of Ron, Severus gently tilted him back to
lay him down. He bent his head and placed a kiss on him through his underwear
and felt relieved when Ron let out a saucy little groan. He peeled back the
underwear and tried to ignore the still-angry scar which ran, a perfect slice,
through the wiry red hair that grew there. It was staring him in the face and
he couldn’t tear his eyes from it, but didn’t want Ron to feel as though it
were a barrier, so he leant forward and pressed his lips to it gently, the
smell of Ron’s crotch rising to meet him in a way that he’d forgotten it could.
“That feels
nice,” Ron whispered down.
Severus
kissed him on the shaft next, even more gently, remembering the way that his
touch was intensified on Ron’s skin.
“Oh god yes,” Ron squirmed his hips about.
Next he
kissed the soft skin of his balls, his tongue darting out to wet the hair that
peppered them. Then he moved back up, and used his hand to pull the growing
erection into his mouth.
It was a
good job that there were silencing spells on the house, because Ron’s cry tore
through the silence like a knife through butter. “Oh fucking hell,” his hands
gripped the sheets as Severus gently laved his tongue back and forth over the
head, trying to entice some juice out of the end of it.
But nothing
was coming. Determined not to let Ron know that, however, Severus took more of
him into his mouth, groaning softly as he did so. He was also relieved, because
he had had absolutely no libido for the last two months, and now the want was
rushing back to him in great big waves as his erection grew between his own
legs. He ran his bad hand up Ron’s stomach and massaged gently, trying to
spread the sensation as far as he could for him.
“Merlin Severus that feels amazing.” Ron choked, bucking his hips up. “Better
than it ever did before… Oh, oh…”
Severus
made a little humming noise in his throat to see if it would help. It did more
than that, because after only a few moments Ron was screaming with abandon,
legs far apart, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and pushing his hips up
every couple of seconds in response to the wet heat on his cock.
Severus was
glad that he was enjoying it but the lack of pre-come was terrifying him. If
Ron couldn’t come, then he would soon be living a life of never having sexual
gratification.
But Ron’s breathing and his gasps were accelerating just like they
normally would, like they always had as he was about to ejaculate. So Severus relaxed his jaw and
swallowed Ron as wholly as he could manage, something
which he had never really done before. His mouth full, he lowered his hand to
finger around his anus, knowing that the sensation would help.
“Suck it
harder,” Ron begged, pressing his hands into Severus’ hair like he always did,
but his voice was louder and more desperate than Severus had ever heard it.
He complied
and Ron screamed again, a hoarse sound which tore out of his throat like a
growl. “Uhgod,” he panted, literally bouncing his
hips off the bed, “I need to come, Severus, I need to
come down your throat… oh… uh…. Fuck…uuuuuuuuuuuuuufh.”
Shocked,
Severus clamped his mouth down as Ron tightened beneath him, screaming as
though someone were attacking him, but in a most sexual manner. His stomach
shuddered to a halt and he breathed in and out raggedly.
“D-did you
just… did you swallow my come?” He gasped, looking down at the black hair
between his thighs.
Severus
delicately pulled back, freeing up his tongue. He wiped the saliva away from
his lips and sat up, face flushed and sweaty. “I would have, but there was only
the smallest trickle, right at the end… There was nothing to really swallow.”
Ron sat up
abruptly, ignoring the ache in his ribs, “Oh my God.”
“It’s okay, Ron,” Severus automatically switched to a
placating tone, dreading the hysterical breakdown he feared would follow.
Ron laughed
and ran a hand through his hair, “No, you don’t get it. Lucius Malfoy, in
trying to ruin us, actually played right into our hands.”
“What are
you talking about?” Severus sat back on his heels, gasping a little as the tip
of his cock crushed into the elastic of his underwear.
“You hate
the feel of swallowing,” Ron said slowly. “But now, there’s nothing to swallow.
I can still come, but there’s nothing for you to have to spit out. He has
actually done us a fucking favour,” Ron’s face had lit up like a Christmas
tree.
“Did it
still feel like you came?” Severus frowned.
“It felt
even fucking better,” Ron breathed, and before Severus knew what was happening
he was being pushed down and Ron was on top him, his kisses a rain of wet fire
all over his torso, tongue bruising against the skin of his neck as his
revelation forced Ron into a fit of desire like he had never known.
Severus
back arched as a hand curled around his cock, energetically stroking up and
down, teasing a continual grunt out of his throat. Ron smiled down at him and
bought their mouths together to kiss in a tongue battle for dominance, which
neither won as they broke apart gasping for breath. His renewed erection
tingling as it grew and rubbed against Severus’ body, Ron knew what he wanted
to try instantly, and to his surprise, Severus seemed to know it too, lifting
his hips to allow Ron to slide down his underwear, and then parted his legs.
Ron grabbed a pillow and worked it under his backside, so he would have easier
access and not have to rub so hard on his scar. Moving fast, he shoved two
fingers’ in Severus’ mouth and felt his tongue caress them as he worked his own
saliva over them. Ron pulled them out and pushed them both into Severus at the
same time, knowing the older man could take it because of the desire splattered
all over his face.
“That feels
unbelievable,” Severus hissed, as Ron worked and scissored
within him, his tongue between his lips as he concentrated. He’s weaker yet somehow he’s stronger than
he ever was.
Unable to
wait any longer, Ron pulled his fingers back and wiped them on the sheet before
throwing himself on top of Severus once again and pushing in to him with one
thrust.
“Oh god,”
his eyes flew wide as the sensation, which had been powerful enough before,
nearly overpowered him into orgasm straight away. “Oh my fucking… fuck…” His
hips began involuntarily thrusting wantonly and Severus’ hands found his back
and pulled him down for a kiss as he humped away into his arse.
“Is it…
okay for you?” Ron grunted, his eyes closing in ecstasy and his mouth falling
open again even though he had nothing else to say.
Severus
couldn’t have answered him even if he’d tried his hardest. The feeling of being
so full of the person who he never thought he could have sex with again was too
much. His chest was tight and his shoulder was killing him as he clung on to
Ron with all his might, cock straining between their stomachs, catching on the
rough edges of Ron’s scar. Recovering slightly, Ron ducked his head to kiss
Severus’ throat, managing to think how he had watched it ripple that night in
May all the way back at school, and how far they’d come since then.
“Christ,”
Severus breathed, as Ron re-angled his hips and hit squarely against his
prostate. “Do that againOHFUCK!” His hips jerked and
he reached his climax abruptly, coming over his own stomach in six long,
screaming pushes which sent Ron weak at the arms, so he collapsed on top of
him, hips stilling as he did so.
Contrary to
his usual demeanour, Severus found that he couldn’t shut himself up, his
ejaculation was smeared all over his stomach but he was still groaning and
gasping, like Ron usually did in the aftermath of coming. His voice finally
left him as he felt his body sprawl into the bed and Ron’s weight became still
on top of him.
He
swallowed and opened his eyes, to see Ron looking at him uncertainly. “Okay?”
he asked, in a shaky voice.
“Understatement
of the year,” Severus groaned, as Ron gently pulled his hips backward and first
checked his scar, unchanged bar a little more redness, and secondly the white
strings of mess on Severus’ stomach.
“I’m
licking that off,” he announced, and attacked Severus’ stomach with vigour,
smoothing the white liquid off the skin with precision movement, groaning as he
swallowed it down. “I’m sorry,” he panted, sitting up when it was all gone.
“But for two months I’ve been without that and it was driving me insane.”
He fell
down next to Severus and curled into his side in that precious way he had
perfected, his head on his shoulder, his arm over his stomach and his leg hooked
over Severus’.
Severus
thought on what to say, there was one predominant thing on his lips. “I wish I
had done that to you when I had the chance.”
Ron leant
up and kissed him. “Next time, don’t swallow me so deep… I imagine I’ll still
taste much the same, even if I’m not filling your mouth up to the brim.”
Severus
exhaled. “I want the last two months of my worrying back.”
Ron
laughed. “I never dreamt it would be like that.”
“I want to
send Lucius Malfoy a card saying ‘ha, you fucked up, tosspot’.”
“Send him
spewing over his cell,” Ron smirked.
“Oh it
wouldn’t, probably turn the bastard on. He certainly liked buggery enough when
he was pounding away at me.”
Ron sat up
slightly and looked at him curiously.
“I was his
favourite little shag back when. I think it’s why you might have been treated
so roughly… he might have been jealous.”
“Well I
fucking hope he is,” Ron kissed him with a smile.
“I think we
need to test it all works,” Severus
said suddenly, and knocked Ron’s arm and leg off him with a grin, getting to
his feet.
“What?” Ron
breathed, feeling the tiredness creep back into him, watching with some
amazement as Severus’ reached for his hand and pulled him in a fluid motion off
the bed, and led him into the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
“Severus, what?” Ron asked him. “Are you hungry or something?”
“Bend over the table,”
Severus commanded, yanking shut the kitchen curtains and the little blind over
the door glass.
Ron still
didn’t move, and Severus growled at him. “Bend over the table or I will make
you.”
His eyes
positively sparkling, Ron did as he was told, placing his chest and stomach on
the wood of the table, hands gripping the edges, whilst spreading his legs so
he could stand properly.
Severus
wasted no time, but dropped to his knees and proceeded to trace his tongue
around the rim of Ron’s entrance, fully enjoying the gasp he evoked. Then he
put his lips over the puckered hole and licked in short, blunt, wet movements
which had Ron moaning like a man in the throes. He reached around and took his
cock in his hand, holding it possessively and firmly as he licked, beginning to
pump as Ron let out a whimper.
“Don’t stop.”
Severus
instantly stopped and stood up. “You bastard,” Ron cried,
closing his eyes and letting his forehead hit the table with a thud. “You
fucking bastard.”
Able to
play his role properly without feeling ashamed, Severus bought his hand down
quickly on the soft flesh which was begging to be struck. Ron cried out into
the wood and Severus bought his hand down again, his other positioning itself
on Ron’s hip.
“Enter me
without sticking your fingers in first,” Ron hissed.
“That’s
insane,” Severus snapped out of his role and smoothed his fingers over the
angry red flesh.
“Do it,” Ron repeated. “I want it.”
Unsure, Severus
accioed his wand and lubricated himself. “Are you
absolutely sure?”
“Get.In.Me,” Ron growled, thrusting backwards to prove the
point.
“Fine,”
Severus grabbed his hips and positioned himself correctly, before gently easing
himself in. He had never fucked without loosening the muscle first,
he had never wanted to hurt any of his partners. But he found, as he pushed in
and Ron rose up supporting himself with his arms, head tilted back to the
ceiling, it wasn’t as hard as he thought it might be, but it might just have
been Ron.
He tugged
Ron’s hips backwards to bury himself fully and Ron groaned in what sounded like
agony.
“Are you
okay?” Severus breathed anxiously.
“Never.Fucking,Better,” Ron
muttered, pulling Severus’ left hand off his hip and placing it over his groin.
“Touch me.”
Doing again
as he was commanded, Severus shut his eyes as the tightness engulfed him,
burning up his own cock, making him shiver. He stroked in long movements with
his left hand, knowing it was clumsy.
“Did you
not wank at all when I was ill?” Ron gasped to the
room. “Did you wank over me?”
“I couldn’t
b-bring myself to,” Severus angled deeper and Ron reacted with a cry. “I wanted
to.”
“Did you
dream about fucking me?” He let his head fall forward, hair falling over his
face.
“Yes,”
Severus bent his neck to kiss the back in front of him. “I dreamt about doing
this to you,” he tried to speed up his hand.
“Uhghfuck,” Ron gasped, and pressed backwards, impaling
himself on Severus’ cock and crying out as Severus firmly milked him to a
second orgasm, as deep and hot and toe-curling as the first.
He was
still lost in it when Severus shot his load into him from behind in that
animalistic groan that Ron realised he had missed for two months.
“Fuck,” he fell face down onto the table, and Severus, unable to hold
him up with his aching shoulder, fell down on top of him, still sheathed in his
tight hole.
He
swallowed and gasped for breath as Ron breathed shallowly beneath him.
“Next time,
you’ll be putting on my Hogwarts uniform,” Ron informed him. “And I am going to
fuck you until there’s no tomorrow.”
As they lay in bed, no more than half an hour later, still sated, sleepy
and foggy from their exertions, Severus couldn’t believe the luck which had
seemingly been stowed upon him. Ron was cuddled into his chest, their bodies pressed
together in harmony in their own bed.
“I love
you,” he whispered, and kissed his forehead.
“Love you too,” Ron said quietly.
“Well
that’s good, because you married me.”
“Hush, husband.” Ron smiled, and hooked his leg possessively over Severus’.
-fin-
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