The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
12. For gaycrow, whose prompt was "Snarry. Confusion. Lust. Skin."
Wanking with a Friend (NC-17; Snarry; 100 words)
Harry was sixteen, and his need had become the focus of his every private moment.
"The Prince, I wish he were here. I wish he were my friend," Harry whispered, balancing his Potions text on his knees while his fingers teased the hard column of flesh rising beneath it.
He tried to picture his Prince. Was he handsome? Did he smile?
Harry somehow doubted that he did. His notations were too . . . intense.
"Intense, angry, hard—so hard!"
Imagining the Prince, his lust overwhelmed him; when he came, it was Snape's face in his mind.
This did nothing to ease his confusion.
13. For shiv5468, whose prompt was "Severus/Lucius/Hermione arithmancy, roses, masks."
Calculation (PG-13; Severus/Lucius/Hermione; 100 words)
Lucius found Severus amidst Hogwarts' ruins, clasping his dead son's prize. She was spouting fractured Arithmancy, and Severus' expression . . . it moved between masks as he gazed at her and stroked her hair.
The mask with which Severus favored him then was a blank one.
"Of course, it's nothing to do with me how you elect to celebrate."
Severus' hand stilled, his shame burning as twin roses in his pale cheeks.
"But you might share."
"I . . . Hermione . . . ."
"Was promised to my son, as you well know."
Severus' eyes moved to Lucius' wand. "Then we'll send her to him . . . after."
14. For fodirteg, whose prompt was "Bill/Severus/Charlie (Bill/Charlie not necessarily required, but ok if that's how it goes) Shadow(s), scars, sweater/jumper."
A Fantasy of Brothers (NC-17; Bill/Severus/Charlie; 100 words)
Bill is always the one who holds him down, his scars—they are new additions to the fantasy—silver against the redness of his lust-flushed face, while Charlie's tongue laps at Severus' balls, and his demanding fingers plunge inside of Severus' body—and then one of them fucks him.
Severus never cares which one it is as he comes in the shadows of his mind, glorying in the memory of all that red hair.
He had both Weasleys, once each, watched them pull off their jumpers in the same manner, accepted their hands and tongues and teeth and cocks—and he's never forgot them.