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Snape and Sirius Smut
OOC for now, if you follow Slytherin House lately, you know Snape and Sirius have broken up after Sirius outed himself to Snape. Yes, Jack Grim is gone.... *weep!*

Anyway, here is some unfinished, OOC for now

Sirius snuggles him the working Severus from behind, and bites down on the nape of his neck, then growls.

Snape growls back, stiffens, and tries to sit up as straight as humanely possible whilst attempting to shake him off.

Sirius grips arms tightly around shoulders of the Potions Master, and bites again. Mine....

Snape wriggles, and turns his head to one side, eyes narrowed Try me, then.

Sirius nuzzles again, gnawing carefully on the side of Snape's neck, tasting him, working on a glowing "hickey". I would love to have you wear me... Parts of me cover parts of you so nicely, and it has been SOOOO long...

Snape snorts, wriggles again, and manages to at least half-turn and shove him back, his voice a low rumble, "Five minutes is a long time for you... I swear you should be a goldfish not a dog at times... even if you do manage to play the bitch in heat so well." he shakes his head, letting his hair fall about his neck again, though not managing to hide a little shiver at that. rearranges his legs, nudging Sirius more than once in the process.

Sirius slides around to come in front of Severus, and pushing aside his reading, he sits down gently across his lap, draping his arm around his shoulder for stability. "I am your bitch.... but you have known that for a long time..." he says with a lopsided grin. He then leans in and rubs nosetips with the other. "Two knuts for your thoughts..."

"Is that all they are worth?" Snape looked offended. "I don't see why you bother asking anyway..." he drawled, tilting his head back to keep his lips hovvering just near Sirius', but ready to move out of range if needs be. "...You know full well what I am thinking of..." Lazily he clasped his hands about the other wizard's waist. "Potions... detentions... how horrid a day it has been... taking over the world, mad, uninhibited sex on Minerva's desk... the usual..." Snape had mastered the lecherous grin long since. Then he chose to demurely look away to hide the fact that he was about ready to laugh.

Sirius wiggles his eyebrows at the other. "Minerva's desk... that will be a new one for us.." he says with his own wide grin crossing his face. "Where would she be right about now?" he asks, then leans in, searching with his nose, then when he finds and earlobe, he nibbles.

Snape ssnorts derisively* "I do not memorise every detail about my colleagues' lives... but I do believe that Tuesdays is the day she takes the Study Room... but only until seven o'clock..." He looked at the clock. "I don't think I've enough energy for the both of you..." he smirked, kept one hand wrapped about Sirius' waist, and sent the fingertips of the other dragging up the outside of the furthest leg from him, tilting his head to help a little and moaning slightly as he did so. "I'm afraid that wil have to wait."

Sirius shifts his backside, settling more over Severus' groin. "I can be up for a quickie. Right here... right now.... I'm not wearing anything below the waist under these robes you know...." He grins again.

Snape heaves a heavy sigh, "You tax me sorely. I've been on my feet working all day..." but his fingers were sliding up the fabric from his thighs with well-practiced ease. "...I've had to suffer that insufferable godson of yours and his cronies..." He moved his nose to the nape of neck, sniffing, and licking a few times, "...And you just expect me to stand on ceremony?" At which point he thought it expedient to grab the hem of robe in both hands and flip it up so half of it was in Sirius' face anyway. "How inconquerably rude of you."

Sirius, laughs, quite amused. Quite aroused too, as the flipping a revealing of his lower half shows.* "I live to annoy you now Severus. I am your bittersweet tonic." He pauses, "Tired and on your feet all day? Good thing I just want you on your back for a stretch..."

"Not in this chair you're not. I may not be totally decrepit, but it would do a good deal for it if you attempted that..." At that he slid his left hand between Sirius' legs, first fondling his balls for a moment before giving an experimental, appreciative, and rather thorough grope of anything and eveything within reach. Huge smirk on his face he leaned into an ear, licking it first. "Right here and now, did you say? Or would you like to change your mind?"

A long and sudden intake of air through Sirius' nose, and he leans his head back as he is touched. "Oh... Lord.... anywhere you want... me... The desk, the wall, the owlery, I don't care..." he moans, hips lifting up to meet the touches, craving more. One of his hands clutches to Snape's shoulder, and the other goes searching in Severus' own robes.

Snape's voice was practicalyl a perpetual purr bu this point, pouring liquidly over his words like one who loved the sound. "You... are a shameless little slut..." And gods but didn't it make Snape want the little git even worse? The fingers of his free hand strked across Sirius' abdomen for a moment or two whilst he tried to decide where best he wanted him. On his hands and knees, he decided. On the bed? Too far. Bracd against his chair? Oh why not. He'd decided long ago that there were few things left to shock him, and so he set about moving them both.

Sirius was stirred from his masturbation trance when Severus started to move them from the chair. "Mhhhmm?" he hummed, and nimbly slid to his feet, and stood, shaking his robes back down into place as he watched Severus rise, in more ways than one, and approach. "I'm only your slut Severus. Only you touch me now... Hmm... perhaps I need a new nickname, that one doesn't suit somehow."

"I shudder to think there's actually a word in the English language to describe you," Snape replied glibly, and started running through his (admittedly rather impressive and extensive) vocabulary for a word that managed to cover each aspect andstarted dismissing them one by one on technical difficulties... Thankfully he could do more than one thing at once and had already shoved Sirius back towards the chair, head first, telling him to hold on. No... that just means you give head so that won't do... Fucktoy isn't right either... I think the closest I can possibly come is bitch, he deduced. And then smirked, because it was all the more appropriate for what he planned to do. He took a little jar of something out of the drawer in the little table nearby and unscrewed the lid. "How long is it since I last did this to you again?" he asked with a coo as he hitched up Sirius' robes again, warmed the liquid between his hands and let some drip down from the small of the man's back. "Much too long anyway."

"Bittttttch....." he replied, enjoying the stretch of the word, the way it sounded. "I like being your bitch and no one else's...." he hummed. "No one has ever owned me like you do now Severus.... So well you master me, it's divine, and terrifying all at the same moment." he mused, then shuddered as he felt the slick lube run down his skin. He pressed his backside toward Severus, living the part, and with one hand gripping the chair, the other went for his groin, stroking slowly.

Being careful to keep the sticky liquid in the palm of his hand, Snape pressed it lightly at first, then more firmly against the cheeks demanding his attention with a stifled chuckle. He used the flat of his hand to stroke down flat over the cleft, before he curled one finger in to stroke more insistantly for a second or two, rolling his finger around carefully before he freed his hand and administered a quick, none-too-harsh slap which was more surprising than anything else. "Do you know how much I love knowing that I own every inch of this... every inch of you?" Snape took a moment to admire, before he started parting his robes himself (still without looking down). "The noises you make... and that look on your face when I take you? I don't think there's a more charming expression you could wear. Hm. I haven't seen it often enough of late. I think I should rectify the matter." And with that he nudged Sirius' feet a little father apart, ran one slicked hand over a shoulder, then gripped with his left at the collarbone, the right at the hipbone, and pressed himself against his self-professed bitch.

Sirius chuckled low in his throat, lost in the moment, the surrender of it all, the acidity of Snape's words mingled with the sweetness of his touches. "I love knowing how much I please..... Oh.... God.... Sev..." he cried out, thought cut off in mid-speach as Severus leaned in, pushing himself slowly inside. Sirius tilted his head back and gasped, making "that face" that Severus loved to see. Pain, ecstacy, surrender, submission, all in the anquish and grin of a handsome face.

TBC....