Tart and Vicar
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Tart and Vicar
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1000
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/Harry (Ginny/Luna)
Prompt: green
Warnings: cross-dressing, role-play, public sex, wall sex, Catholic references (probably completely inappropriate given that it's the Advent season and all that … mea culpa.) … oh, and it's got DH spoilers but no epilogue
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles day 9 and for ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne - happy holidays!
Harry was surrounded by tarts and vicars – it'd been the Ministry's idea for the annual Victory Gala. They'd done the ballroom ceiling up in cathedral arches, hung the walls with bordello red velvet, and were offering plenary indulgences along with the champagne.
Harry was licking the cream of a profiterole from his fingers when a flutter of dark fabric caught the corner of his eye, and he turned – Severus had stalked past him to take refuge in a corner.
Winking, Harry flipped his skirt at Severus. A cold draft hit his legs, but he held his spine straight and took a deep breath against the tight corset. Severus was watching him.
Severus's gaze went to his legs, the heels that stretched his calves into a graceful line and the fishnet stockings held up by Slytherin green garters and topped off by the stiff ruffles of his starched skirt. Harry let his hips sway as he took a step towards Severus.
"Oh, Professor …"
"You little tart." Snape grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him close. "Dressed up like this in front of your wife."
Harry twisted around to look at Ginny. Dressed as a vicar, she was leaning in close to Luna – who was definitely not a vicar, and might have been dressed as a tart by some stretch of the imagination, though given the mistletoe pinned to her dress, she had probably meant to be a Nargle.
Shrugging, Harry said, "Not hardly."
Snape had spent his life surpassing other wizards, and when he was forced to attend the Gala, he'd done it with his usual flair. Dressed as a vicar, he had a high-necked clerical collar that hid his scars, and his dramatic black robes swirled around his ankles. The tight silk clung to him, showing off his strong thighs and the bulge of his cock. If he were a vicar, he'd inspire sin on a daily basis.
Harry reached for him, but Severus glared. "Touch me, and I'll remove your hand."
Taking a step closer to Severus, Harry hiked his skirts up high enough to show his green garters and frilly knickers, but Severus grabbed his hands, pushing his skirt back down. "What is the meaning of this? Do you need to place yourself on display like a common whore?"
Harry licked his lips, leaning into Severus's warmth. "I'm so wicked – perhaps you ought to punish me."
With a whirl, Severus reversed their positions, pinning Harry against the red velvet hangings. He spread Harry's legs with a thigh and gripped his shoulders hard. "You will not mock me."
"I'm not mocking you." Harry met Severus's gaze for a long moment. "Please …"
"Your wife –"
"Left me for Luna, if you haven't noticed. They're happy together. I've been dreaming about you for the past decade. Can we skip the preliminaries and just shag?"
Severus's breath was hot on Harry's ear, and he nipped at Harry's earlobe. "There's no reason to skip the preliminaries, Potter. Just because you're dressed up like a tart doesn't mean that I will treat you like one."
He cast a concealing charm over their corner and pulled Harry's skirt up, unfastening one of the garters and holding it up. "Have you been carrying a torch for me all this time, Potter? Slytherin green –"
The garters matched Harry's eyes. He held his chin up and looked at Severus. "You love this shade of green."
Severus pressed Harry's eyes closed and kissed his eyelids. "Don't say anything at all if you're only going to talk nonsense." Kissing his way down Harry's neck, he reached down to stroke his thighs, his fingers warm against Harry's skin. He teased, using light and tantalizing touches – he bent to wet the skin with his tongue and blew on it until Harry shuddered.
"Please –"
Severus straightened, pressing Harry against the wall. He curled his fingers in Harry's long hair and kissed him deeply. "I'll make you mine."
"Yes, please –"
Banishing the corset, Severus rubbed his palms on Harry's bare chest, stroking his skin in broad circles. He bent to kiss Harry's nipples, working them to taut peaks with his tongue. "Brazen tart," he said. "You'd let me take you here in front of the entire Ministry."
Harry pressed against him, rubbing his cock against Severus's – silk and lace between them – he closed his eyes, throwing his head back and baring his throat to Severus's kisses.
"I would, I've wanted you for so long –Watched you, every year at the Gala –" he managed to say as Severus slipped a hand under his skirt, stroking his cock through his knickers. He was so close –
"I told you not to babble nonsense, Harry." Severus nibbled on his neck, marking Harry with his teeth, and Harry thrust against him, his heels kicked apart and skidding on the marble floor as Severus spread his thighs. He lifted Harry up against the wall and Harry wrapped his legs around Severus's waist, rubbing against him until they came together, Severus swallowing Harry's cries.
"Brilliant," Harry said, holding onto Severus. "I hope you bought this costume instead of renting it. I rather like you as a vicar … Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."
"Brat." Severus slapped Harry's arse, muffling the sound with a hasty spell. "You're a passable tart – but if you wear this dress in public again –"
Harry kissed him, watching the flutter of Severus's eyelashes as he closed his eyes. "There'll be a next time, then?"
Severus set him down, righting his clothing with a wave of his wand. "I should imagine so, if you've ten years worth of fantasies."
"It might take awhile to get to all of them," Harry said. As they left the Gala, he grabbed a handful of indulgences from one of the trays, passing them to Severus. They stopped to kiss under one of the cathedral arches, and Harry said, "I have plenty of ideas for playing tart and vicar … and after all, the Ministry approves."
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 1000
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/Harry (Ginny/Luna)
Prompt: green
Warnings: cross-dressing, role-play, public sex, wall sex, Catholic references (probably completely inappropriate given that it's the Advent season and all that … mea culpa.) … oh, and it's got DH spoilers but no epilogue
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for
adventdrabbles day 9 and for alisanne - happy holidays!Harry was surrounded by tarts and vicars – it'd been the Ministry's idea for the annual Victory Gala. They'd done the ballroom ceiling up in cathedral arches, hung the walls with bordello red velvet, and were offering plenary indulgences along with the champagne.
Harry was licking the cream of a profiterole from his fingers when a flutter of dark fabric caught the corner of his eye, and he turned – Severus had stalked past him to take refuge in a corner.
Winking, Harry flipped his skirt at Severus. A cold draft hit his legs, but he held his spine straight and took a deep breath against the tight corset. Severus was watching him.
Severus's gaze went to his legs, the heels that stretched his calves into a graceful line and the fishnet stockings held up by Slytherin green garters and topped off by the stiff ruffles of his starched skirt. Harry let his hips sway as he took a step towards Severus.
"Oh, Professor …"
"You little tart." Snape grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him close. "Dressed up like this in front of your wife."
Harry twisted around to look at Ginny. Dressed as a vicar, she was leaning in close to Luna – who was definitely not a vicar, and might have been dressed as a tart by some stretch of the imagination, though given the mistletoe pinned to her dress, she had probably meant to be a Nargle.
Shrugging, Harry said, "Not hardly."
Snape had spent his life surpassing other wizards, and when he was forced to attend the Gala, he'd done it with his usual flair. Dressed as a vicar, he had a high-necked clerical collar that hid his scars, and his dramatic black robes swirled around his ankles. The tight silk clung to him, showing off his strong thighs and the bulge of his cock. If he were a vicar, he'd inspire sin on a daily basis.
Harry reached for him, but Severus glared. "Touch me, and I'll remove your hand."
Taking a step closer to Severus, Harry hiked his skirts up high enough to show his green garters and frilly knickers, but Severus grabbed his hands, pushing his skirt back down. "What is the meaning of this? Do you need to place yourself on display like a common whore?"
Harry licked his lips, leaning into Severus's warmth. "I'm so wicked – perhaps you ought to punish me."
With a whirl, Severus reversed their positions, pinning Harry against the red velvet hangings. He spread Harry's legs with a thigh and gripped his shoulders hard. "You will not mock me."
"I'm not mocking you." Harry met Severus's gaze for a long moment. "Please …"
"Your wife –"
"Left me for Luna, if you haven't noticed. They're happy together. I've been dreaming about you for the past decade. Can we skip the preliminaries and just shag?"
Severus's breath was hot on Harry's ear, and he nipped at Harry's earlobe. "There's no reason to skip the preliminaries, Potter. Just because you're dressed up like a tart doesn't mean that I will treat you like one."
He cast a concealing charm over their corner and pulled Harry's skirt up, unfastening one of the garters and holding it up. "Have you been carrying a torch for me all this time, Potter? Slytherin green –"
The garters matched Harry's eyes. He held his chin up and looked at Severus. "You love this shade of green."
Severus pressed Harry's eyes closed and kissed his eyelids. "Don't say anything at all if you're only going to talk nonsense." Kissing his way down Harry's neck, he reached down to stroke his thighs, his fingers warm against Harry's skin. He teased, using light and tantalizing touches – he bent to wet the skin with his tongue and blew on it until Harry shuddered.
"Please –"
Severus straightened, pressing Harry against the wall. He curled his fingers in Harry's long hair and kissed him deeply. "I'll make you mine."
"Yes, please –"
Banishing the corset, Severus rubbed his palms on Harry's bare chest, stroking his skin in broad circles. He bent to kiss Harry's nipples, working them to taut peaks with his tongue. "Brazen tart," he said. "You'd let me take you here in front of the entire Ministry."
Harry pressed against him, rubbing his cock against Severus's – silk and lace between them – he closed his eyes, throwing his head back and baring his throat to Severus's kisses.
"I would, I've wanted you for so long –Watched you, every year at the Gala –" he managed to say as Severus slipped a hand under his skirt, stroking his cock through his knickers. He was so close –
"I told you not to babble nonsense, Harry." Severus nibbled on his neck, marking Harry with his teeth, and Harry thrust against him, his heels kicked apart and skidding on the marble floor as Severus spread his thighs. He lifted Harry up against the wall and Harry wrapped his legs around Severus's waist, rubbing against him until they came together, Severus swallowing Harry's cries.
"Brilliant," Harry said, holding onto Severus. "I hope you bought this costume instead of renting it. I rather like you as a vicar … Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."
"Brat." Severus slapped Harry's arse, muffling the sound with a hasty spell. "You're a passable tart – but if you wear this dress in public again –"
Harry kissed him, watching the flutter of Severus's eyelashes as he closed his eyes. "There'll be a next time, then?"
Severus set him down, righting his clothing with a wave of his wand. "I should imagine so, if you've ten years worth of fantasies."
"It might take awhile to get to all of them," Harry said. As they left the Gala, he grabbed a handful of indulgences from one of the trays, passing them to Severus. They stopped to kiss under one of the cathedral arches, and Harry said, "I have plenty of ideas for playing tart and vicar … and after all, the Ministry approves."
