Title: Until The Last Crumb
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1033
Summary: It's Harry's birthday and Harry's friends got him a birthday cake. Severus has an idea on how to celebrate.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred. Written for Bring Back The Porn. Written for alisanne's birthday prompt of Snarry and cake. Enjoy!
When Harry woke up, it was to the sight of a dancing cake floating towards him. It was decorated with blue and white frosting with lit candles along the edges. He stumbled for his glasses on the nightstand and as he put them on, he could see the words 'Happy Birthday, Harry' decorated in red frosting on the cake. It was cute if an odd thing to see the first thing in the morning.
Harry shifted onto his side to wake the slumbering figure next to him. "Severus, wake up. There's a cake coming at us."
Severus grumbled as Harry continued to shake him awake. "What is it, you insolent brat? Some of us are trying to sleep here."
"There's a cake coming towards us. I think it's my birthday cake." He corrected himself as he thought about it further. "It has to be my birthday cake. I mean, it's my birthday and it says so on the cake itself."
Severus sat up, rubbing his eyes to stare at the cake. It gave a little wiggle. He glanced at Harry and scowled at him. "I hate your friends. The next time I see the Weasleys, I'm going to hex the lot of them. I should probably hex you for your babbling and waking me up so bloody early."
"Don't do that. It's my birthday. Besides, who says the Weasleys sent it? This could also be from Luna. I say it has her flair written all over it." He leaned a hand on Severus's chest to get close enough to snog him on the cheek. "Call it my birthday present."
"Good, because I didn't bother getting you a gift." Severus pulled Harry towards him until Harry was straddling his lap. "Dismiss that foolish thing so I can at least give you a proper birthday greeting in the privacy of our own home."
"I didn't realize you had anxiety problems performing in front of baked goods." Severus snarled, letting his lip curl as he reached up and flicked his finger against Harry's nipple. Harry shuddered in response and he gasped out, "Promise to share my cake with you."
There was a glint in Severus' eyes that almost made Harry want to take back his words. "That sounds like a good plan.
Harry reached for his wand on the nightstand and flicked it at the cake. It danced its way over until it hovered right next to them. "I mean, it's already here, so let's celebrate."
Severus removed his hand from Harry's waist and trailed his finger in the frosting. He offered his frosting laden finger to Harry and Harry stuck his tongue to take a taste. It was good and he enclosed his mouth over Severus' finger to suck up the rest of the frosting.
Severus then cast a spell, spoken too fast for Harry to catch the words, and both of them were naked. When Harry shifted, he could feel lube between his arse cheeks. His husband always knew the best sort of spells.
Without another word, Severus tightened his grip on Harry's hips and thrust up into him. Harry groaned as Severus' cock opened him up.
"Make yourself useful, Harry, and ride me."
Harry wasn't about to say no to that and he rested his hands on Severus' pale chest and lifted his thighs before sinking back down, leaving him stuffed full of cock.
While Harry was busy fucking himself on Severus' cock, Severus scooped up a handful of cake and wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock. The cake was warm against his flesh and it felt good as Severus jerked him off.
"'s not what I oh fuck meant by sharing my cake." He couldn't help groaning as Severus began thrusting up while Harry met him on his downward push. Harry bent down to snog Severus, dying to kiss him before he came.
Harry didn't last long once Severus slipped his tongue in his mouth as he spurted between their chests. Before Harry could catch his breath, Severus rolled them over and pinned Harry against the bed, leaning over him on his elbow. The only warning Harry received was a smirk on Severus' face before he really began thrusting and all Harry could do was hold on as Severus fucked him through Harry's orgasm.
Harry didn't realize he had his eyes closed until he felt something moist against his lips. He opened his eyes and saw Severus' fingers dipped in more frosting. His mouth opened and Severus slipped his fingers inside. Harry's cheeks hollowed as he sucked on the digits, happily imagining them as Severus' cock.
After a few more hard thrusts, Severus followed shortly after, letting out a particularly loud groan as he came. Severus landed against Harry's side, rolling Harry with him so they were still joined. Harry squirmed around to let Severus' cock slip out of him and collapsed down on Severus' chest, taking deep breaths to slow his heart rate. "Argh," he said, not quite capable of producing words so soon after his brain melted away.
Severus laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry. "Prat," he said with a fond tone and pressed a kiss on top of Harry's hair. "Don't fall asleep just yet. We still have the rest of your cake to play with."
"Oh?" Harry said it lightly, somewhat curious as to what Severus had in mind and somewhat hesitant. He was wiped out from his birthday sex and they'd only been awake for less than an hour. By his calculations, he was going to be exhausted by nightfall.
"Indeed. There's so many things I could do to you." Severus gestured at the cake. "And I'll keep on doing it to you until there's nothing left of your birthday cake. Would you like that, Harry? Because I'll enjoy wringing out every moment of satisfaction from your body, whether it's licking your arsehole or taking you from behind. Do you want that?"
Harry shuddered as images flitted in his mind of what his husband was planning for them and his birthday cake. When he met up with his friends later tomorrow for lunch, he was definitely leaving this part of the story out of the conversation.
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