Rich and Creamy: Chapter Seven
Finally! Here's the next installment of Rich and Creamy. Hope you enjoy. It was suffinciently painstaking for me to write, as I've never written a sex scene before. Please, let me know what I did right, and what I could improve for next time. Thanks. JA
Rich and Creamy
Chapter Seven
Makes Me Wonder
Desire lay heavy between them. Love, lust, want and need. Harry led Severus into the bedroom, pausing every few steps to press a gentle kiss against the older wizard's lips. Once inside the room, Severus grabbed Harry close, splaying his fingers over Harry's chest. Sliding his fingers down to grasp the hem of Harry's shirt and slowly lift it over his head. Slipping from Harry's arms to fall to the floor. Severus' shirt soon joined Harry's, and Severus leaned forward to kiss Harry. What started as a soft, chaste kiss, soon turned heated, fiery.
Severus backed Harry towards the bed, their mouths locked in burning desire. Harry's hands, trembling, dropped to the waist of Severus' pants. His fingers fumbled with the buttons, trying desperately to undo them and reach the ultimate goal. He felt his own pants become loose and slide down his legs to pool at his ankles. He hadn't even felt when his own button and zipper were undone.
Severus took pity on his young lover and helped shed his own clothes, need lending an urgency to the situation. Both men toeing off their shoes and stepping from their pants, Sev urged Harry back again. Harry came up against a solid softness on the back of his legs. The bed. He allowed his knees to bend slowly, trusting in Severus' grip to keep him from falling, as he's trusted the man these last six and a half years. His arms twined about Sev's neck, he pulled the man down with him onto the bed.
Severus felt himself falling onto the bed, skin against skin as Harry fell beneath him. Soft sheets surrounded them, while hot hardness pressed against him from below. He adjusted his body, lifting his weight onto his arms so he wouldn't crush his lover. Then gasped as erection slid against erection. He broke from their kiss, moving his mouth down Harry's cheek, then neck to his collarbone. From their, he left a trail of open mouthed kisses to one nipple, laving and nipping until the bud tightened. Then he transfered his attentions to the other one before dipping lower, moving down to the navel waiting to be explored.
Harry's hands had fisted in the sheets, his breathing getting shallower with every move downward the older man made. He tensed slightly when -at last!- Severus' mouth descended, tongue caressing his throbbing member before he was swallowed whole into that warm, wet cavern. His body arched, moans of pleasure and unintelligible words pouring from his lips as he was suckled, that talented mouth moving over him.
Severus purred in appreciation of the sounds Harry was making, knowing the rumbling would reverberate through the young man's body and add to his pleasure. But he wasn't about to let Harry finish yet, not alone. So, regretfully, he gave one last suck, running his tongue over the tip, then let the shaft slide from his mouth. Harry whimpered, and Sev smiled ferally up at him, spreading Harry's legs wider to give himself access to the beautiful arse before him.
He removed a vial of lubricant that was always in his nightstand, used for his own pleasure for many years, and pulled off the top. Pouring some into the palm of one hand, he dipped a finger in it. Sliding it between the globes and running his slick finger over the puckered entrance, dipping just the tip in before sliding it out again. He was watching Harry's face as he repeated his actions, pushing more of his finger in, letting Harry get used to the invasion before he used more. But Harry's face remained etched in passion, his green eyes almost black with desire as they watched Severus. Finally, after sliding three fingers in and stretching the tight hole as much as he could, he mentally declared Harry ready.
Lifting his love's legs to rest on his shoulders, he prepared himself to enter that inviting heat. Pressing his aching manhood against the entrance waiting for him, he slowly pushed his way in. Pressing past the rings of muscle barring his way until he was fully sheathed. Then he stilled, giving Harry time to get used to him. But Harry, it seemed, was having none of that. He clenched tight around Severus, trying to urge the man closer, to move, without words. When he shifted, however, he found that he hit his target better than words could have.
Sev tensed, gritting his teeth. When Harry shifted again, he growled and gave in to temptation. He moved, slowly at first, sliding out until only the tip of his penis was still lodged inside Harry's succulent body, then plunging back in. Sliding out again, slipping back in. Over and over, in and out, the rhythm increasing steadily until they were both panting. Severus felt himself closing in on the edge of ecstacy and gripped Harry's staff, pumping in time to Severus' body as he filled and satiated his own lustful demons. They came almost together, Harry a split second before Sev, Harry's body clenching and tightening around Sev, milking every last drop from the man.
Later, while Harry lay sleeping, curled into Severus with his head on the man's chest, the older wizard thought back to everything that had happened that day. And he knew that whoever sent those boxes had his heartfelt gratitude. But not without a few scathing comments first.
Again, please let me know how to improve on this. And tell me if you like it or not!