Two hundred words of Snape/Harry with a rubber duck and Mickey Mouse. And a bonus two hundred and fifty words.
We always get what we want
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"Severus?"
No answer, but as Harry made his way into the bedroom, he could hear the sounds of splashing through the open door.
He poked his head into the bathroom, waving away the clouds of steam that surrounded him.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," he said, smiling to himself.
"Are you feeling dirty, Potter?" came the deep, dark voice he loved so much. His cock stirred.
He was definitely feeling dirty.
He shed his heavy robes as he came to stand by the bathtub. Severus was leaning back in the bath, his dripping wand directing the green and silver rubber duck busily attacking the small flotilla of yellow ducks with scarlet beaks. The Slytherin duck quacked as another yellow duck sank with a pathetic cry.
Harry pulled off his Mickey Mouse t-shirt and quickly pushed his jeans to the floor before climbing into the tub in front of his lover.
Turning in the hot water, silky against his skin, he lifted his face for Severus' kiss.
"I'm feeling very dirty tonight," he breathed against the slick skin of Severus' throat.
Severus slid his hands through the water and reached for the soap, pulling it back along Harry's cock.
"Welcome home, Harry."
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Severus' slick skin, the special soap that he made for playtime in the bath, the hot water, were both relaxing and tantalising.
As Severus kissed him, his tongue pushing into Harry's willing mouth, he slid the bar of soap along the crease of Harry's arse. Harry was panting against Severus' hair when Severus finally entered his body with his fingers, twisting and turning them until Harry was begging incoherently.
"Please, Merlin, Severus, please..." Short breathless cries of want and need escaped his throat as he pushed back against Severus' hand, forward against his thigh, unable to get enough purchase, enough leverage.
Severus' voice was very low in Harry's ears as he pulled his fingers from Harry's hole, rubbing around it almost as if he couldn't bear to stop touching, turned him and pulled him down onto Severus' cock. "If you could see yourself, begging for me, Harry," as he thrust in, the water splashing against the sides of the bath.
Harry couldn't see anything except Severus' hands - one on his hip, one on his cock - as they brought him pleasure, as he thrust into them, as he wanted--
He thrust forward a final time, his hips jerking as he came with a cry, "Severus," as Severus stiffened behind him.
Boneless, he settled back against his lover, and opened his eyes as the Slytherin duck sank the last valiant Gryffindor.
Severus bit him on the ear and whispered, "We always get what we want. And I'll always want you."
Here you go!
Two hundred words of Snape/Harry with a rubber duck and Mickey Mouse. And a bonus two hundred and fifty words.
We always get what we want
---
"Severus?"
No answer, but as Harry made his way into the bedroom, he could hear the sounds of splashing through the open door.
He poked his head into the bathroom, waving away the clouds of steam that surrounded him.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," he said, smiling to himself.
"Are you feeling dirty, Potter?" came the deep, dark voice he loved so much. His cock stirred.
He was definitely feeling dirty.
He shed his heavy robes as he came to stand by the bathtub. Severus was leaning back in the bath, his dripping wand directing the green and silver rubber duck busily attacking the small flotilla of yellow ducks with scarlet beaks. The Slytherin duck quacked as another yellow duck sank with a pathetic cry.
Harry pulled off his Mickey Mouse t-shirt and quickly pushed his jeans to the floor before climbing into the tub in front of his lover.
Turning in the hot water, silky against his skin, he lifted his face for Severus' kiss.
"I'm feeling very dirty tonight," he breathed against the slick skin of Severus' throat.
Severus slid his hands through the water and reached for the soap, pulling it back along Harry's cock.
"Welcome home, Harry."
---
Severus' slick skin, the special soap that he made for playtime in the bath, the hot water, were both relaxing and tantalising.
As Severus kissed him, his tongue pushing into Harry's willing mouth, he slid the bar of soap along the crease of Harry's arse. Harry was panting against Severus' hair when Severus finally entered his body with his fingers, twisting and turning them until Harry was begging incoherently.
"Please, Merlin, Severus, please..." Short breathless cries of want and need escaped his throat as he pushed back against Severus' hand, forward against his thigh, unable to get enough purchase, enough leverage.
Severus' voice was very low in Harry's ears as he pulled his fingers from Harry's hole, rubbing around it almost as if he couldn't bear to stop touching, turned him and pulled him down onto Severus' cock. "If you could see yourself, begging for me, Harry," as he thrust in, the water splashing against the sides of the bath.
Harry couldn't see anything except Severus' hands - one on his hip, one on his cock - as they brought him pleasure, as he thrust into them, as he wanted--
He thrust forward a final time, his hips jerking as he came with a cry, "Severus," as Severus stiffened behind him.
Boneless, he settled back against his lover, and opened his eyes as the Slytherin duck sank the last valiant Gryffindor.
Severus bit him on the ear and whispered, "We always get what we want. And I'll always want you."