A/N wow so many amazing reviews to respond to here. first of all a special thanks to those of you who comment regularly. Hearing about your experience with this story is amazing and helpful. For those of you who loved my 'warning about adult content' thank you for that you have no idea how much that means to me. Shan- you in particular, it breaks my heart that people in your life would take something as beautiful as desire and make it shameful. As you guys can probably tell from my writing I am very 'sex-positive' and all about consent. CONSENT IS SEXY!
With regards to the delay in the chapters showing up, I have no idea what's going on. I've noticed a lag between the site and the app. I'm using the app, not the site, as I'm actually writing this on my phone with an external keyboard. Currently I'm in the Singapore airport, in transit from Vietnam to Indonesia. I am also posting halfway around the world from the ffn servers, and I use a VPN due to internet censorship abroad. (plus how else am I gonna watch GoT?) I guess any one of those factors could be causing the delay. I am sorry you guys are forced to wait. I could make a witty remark about orgasm denial and delayed gratification, but I won't.
once moar with feeling: fuck off if you're a prude, this chapter is all about consenting adults enjoying each other. while naked. yay!
Hermione wakes up slowly, a little too warm. Severus is like a furnace in the bed with her. They are still on top of the covers; it's a little warm in the room. She wants to cast a cooling charm, but she remembers her clothes and wand are on Severus' kitchen floor. She smiles to herself and sits up, unsticking from his side. His breathing is soft and steady.
Hermione lets her eyes sweep over his pale form in the fading afternoon light. His skin is translucent, porcelain white, his body hair, (what little he has), completely black. The hair on this torso is a neat line starting a few inches above his bellybutton and leading down to his- he must do some manscaping. his pubic hair is so- orderly.
She studies his flaccid cock in open mouthed fascination. what the fuck? where does the rest of it go? She sees that his balls are completely hairless. I've never heard of a grown man with hairless balls. that has to be the result of manscaping. They look so soft. She is reaching out to touch them before she realizes it. When she does, she jerks her hand back.
"Don't lose that Gryffindor courage now, Miss Granger. Things were just about to get interesting."
Hermione squeals and jumps about a foot off the bed. She looks up at Severus. He is watching her with a predatory look. She blushes furiously and looks away from his face, only to have her gaze fall back on his cock. did it grow just now? I swear it looks bigger.
Severus chuckles softly, deep in his chest. "You have that effect on it," he says. "And to answer your question- I've never heard the ridiculous term 'manscaping' but yes I do trim my pubic hair and remove it entirely from my cock and balls."
Hermione just stares at him, bright red. She has no idea what to say. Why?
"Same reason you do, I assume," he says conversationally. "So when I put my balls in your mouth you aren't spitting up nut hairs for a week."
Hermione just stares at him, absolutely speechless.
"Get your thoughts organized, sweetheart," he chastises her gently.
She does it easily. It really doesn't take any effort anymore. She's just not used to doing it right when she wakes. "Why, though?" she asks him, her blush finally fading from tomato red to pink. "Does it even matter anymore?"
"I don't want you getting used to having your lover be able to read your mind. You need to learn to communicate. I would be extraordinarily remiss in my duty as your- mentor-" (here, Hermione thinks he means a different word but doesn't say it)- "if I let you get used to me reading your mind. It could end up being a potentially dangerous habit for you to get into."
"You mean for when I'm with someone else," she says flatly, obviously upset by the insinuation.
Severus reaches out and takes her hand. "I am in love with you, Hermione. But you are a brilliant, beautiful young woman. I would be remiss in my duty and responsibility to you if I don't at least prepare you for the possibility that you might have other lovers. Life is long, and I have an even longer list of enemies."
"So have I," she says, but her voice has lost its edge.
He pulls her back down into him, taking her into his arms and tucking her head under his chin. She makes a little sound in her throat- almost like a little kitten growl- that he thinks is her contented sound.
"How do you feel, love?" he asks her.
"Safe," she says again.
His heart turns over in his chest. how does she do that to me? "Any pain?"
She squirms against him experimentally. His cock twitches in response. "No sir," she says.
I still need to talk to her about that. He rolls her onto her back and pushes her knees apart. "May I?" he asks her, holding his hand between her legs.
"Of course," Hermione says, curious. This doesn't feel sexual.
He brings his hand up to his mouth and wets his entire forefinger with this saliva, then brings his hand back down between her legs. "Keep your face turned toward me and tell me if you have any pain at all. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she says. She's already getting turned on. am I not supposed to be? then, I can't imagine him not wanting me to be.
Severus explores her folds gently with his lubricated finger, watching her face for any sign of pain. He is fully erect now, but he pays his cock no mind.
Finished with the outer examination, he traces his finger down to her entrance, considering for a moment if he needs to wet his finger again. nope.
His finger slips easily inside her and he prods her walls methodically. It isn't meant to be sexual, but fuck she is so sexy. Hermione spreads her legs wider and moans up at him, her eyes never leaving his face. He continues his thorough examination, although she is so wet now it's getting difficult. He adds a second finger and plunges them both into her, watching her face. She closes her eyes in pleasure.
"No pain?" he asks her.
"No pain," she answers him. She grabs his arm and tugs at him, trying to get him on top of her.
Severus smiles down at her, fingers still buried in her pussy. "Use your words."
"Please make love to me again Severus," she says, her eyes still closed.
"Open your eyes," he says, settling on top of her. That position that once felt alien only hours before now feels like coming home.
Hermione opens her eyes. Severus is looking down at her, both his hands cupping her face. How can black eyes look so warm? She feels his cock press up against her entrance and she lifts her knees, opening herself to him.
"Try not to close your eyes," he says softly, kissing her once, twice three times on the mouth.
She nods, loving the way his hands feel cupping her face. He pushes into her, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens. Her fingers clutch at his back. He sets a slow, languid pace, trying to keep as much contact with her clit as he can. He watches her face and feels her body respond underneath him. It doesn't take long for the tension to start building in her. Her moans become more urgent, her hands are pressing into his back, trying to pull him further into her, harder against her.
"Severus, please," she moans.
"You want it harder?" he says. His voice has an edge to it.
"Yes," she whispers, rolling her hips into his thrusting.
He takes her right hand from his face and moves it up the the headboard. "Brace yourself," he tells her, showing her how to lock her elbow. "Keep your face turned to me and tell me if it's too much."
He keeps his left hand on her face, soft reassuring, but he lifts his right hand to the headboard to brace himself as well. don't get carried away and hurt her you asshole, he tells himself as he pulls out and pushes back into her, hard. Hermione's shocked intake of breath at the force of his penetration almost tears his heart out of his chest until-
"Wow, yes."
He doesn't let go. He can't. He would literally tear her apart if he did. But he does fuck her in hard, measured, relentless strokes. She braces herself against the headboard and meets every thrust. He knows he must be causing her some pain. But he can feel her getting wetter with every hard thrust and he can see the orgasm building in her. Her breath comes faster. She starts to perspire. She lets her eyes fall closed. And then she is shaking and crying out and coming apart underneath him in a shuddering mass of gasps and moans.
He takes her hand from the headboard and puts it back around his neck. He slows his pace to a gentle rocking motion, enjoying the sensation of the aftershocks of her orgasm on his cock. He kisses her long and slow, still moving in and out of her at a steady pace.
"Did you come?" she asks him.
He shakes his head. "I'm close," he says, taking her in long steady strokes. "Tell me you want me to come."
She lifts her head off the pillow and and kisses him on the mouth. "I want you to come, Severus. Come for me."
And he does, with a long shuddering groan.
wow thinks Hermione. She wraps her arms and legs around him as he lets go.
"How did you do that?" she asks him once they can both talk again. They are laying on their sides. She has her face pressed into his chest and he has his leg thrown over her hip. He's stroking his fingers through her short curls.
"Do what, love?"
"Come when I asked you too. They're always doing that in the romance novels, except is usually the man who's all 'come for me' and the girl who's like 'oh I'm coming!'"
Severus snorts. "That shit is ridiculous. And I didn't come when you asked me to. I came when I asked you to ask me to. It was right there. Also, I've had years of practice controlling my orgasms."
"Oh."
"Right now," he says to her, tilting her face up to him, "Just focus on having your orgasms. Later, you will learn to control them. Although it's not so important to learn that as a woman. Your pussy doesn't go out of commission when you come."
Hermione nods. "Yes, sir." And then, "I'm hungry."
Severus smiles down at her. "Fuck I love you. Come on, let's go find your clothes. And we need to have a conversation about that."
"About my clothes?" she asks, following him out of the bed.
"About you calling me 'sir.'"
Hermione doesn't know what to say to that, so she just follows him down the stairs.
A/N Will I get banned for butt sex?