A Dark Corridor | By : plasticseraphim Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: A Dark Corridor
Author: Plastic Seraphim
Pairings: HP/SS
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: M/M, Fellatio and fingering
Summary: Harry and Severus find themselves in a dark corridor.
Author’s Notes: After getting some very nice feedback for a picture I drew (http://www.livejournal.com/users/skylardarke/6227.html ) I decided that an explanation of how they got there was in order.
It isn't necessary to view the picture, but it may help you determine whose POV this story is written. Enjoy!
When I’m with him, I forget everything; it’s as if his body is all I’ve ever known.
He meets me in the dungeons after curfew. He’s always on time. Tonight he looks business-like. The look on his face is one of his generic stern expressions. I don’t think about that, though. There are far greater matters at hand, like sucking his engorged and swollen prick until he whimpers so loud and writhes so harshly that I have to pinch his thighs to quiet him. Could you imagine the scene we’d cause if a student or faculty member wandered down here and saw the two of us fucking like sixth years? Not like anyone would find us, but still, the possibility is yet another ingredient that drives me on these nightly raids in his trousers.
He holds his wand delicately in his fingers; the light of the lumos intensifies the dank grayness of the dungeons and the contour of his robes where his obvious eagerness lies.
He presses up against me and kisses my lips with a hardness that I have become accustomed to. He delves into my mouth as he grasps desperately around my neck; I can feel his fingers running through the hair at the base of my head. It sends chills up my spine when he does that, and he knows how it drives me wild. I press my own aching erection into his leg and rub until I find the right friction and the right spot. He does the same to me, though with less intensity, as if increasing the fervor will cause him to come before anything has actually happened yet.
I am becoming eager with anticipation; I can still taste him on my lips from our last meeting here. I break away from his sweet, sweet mouth and press him against the wall. He leans his head back against the damp walls and looks down at me, a vague smile on his lips and a cloudy look in his eyes. Yes, yes, he knows what’s coming. It’s so hard to surprise him, these days.
I begin the tedious task of unbuttoning his robes. He spreads his legs for me while I quickly discard them; I slowly move between his legs, a devious smile on my face, and press my erection against his. A slow hiss escapes his lips and he closes his eyes for a moment. I can see his pink tongue dart out and wet his dry lips. That tongue of his can do wonders, but don’t think of that now, think of the fellatio at hand . . .
I toss the robes to the moldy stone floor, and he doesn’t care one bit that they’re getting dusty. I hastily pull the small black buttons from the buttonholes of his shirt; oh gods, I can’t wait much longer. I’m salivating just thinking about what I’m about to do. Once his chest is free, I shove the crisp white shirt down his arms and attack his neck. There are still bruises and hickeys there from nights past; he does such a good job concealing them during the day. You’d never even know.
I nibble, lick, and kiss my way down his neck, over his clavicle and down his finely toned pectoral. His hands have found their way into my own robes, and he is quickly pulling my robe off my shoulders. He pushes me away for a moment to remove my clothes; they are added to the dusty pile on the floor, and that’s where they belong right now. He doesn’t let my lips touch him until I am almost naked. He attempts to remove my pants, but I force him against the wall so hard that I startle him into submission. I bite his shoulder fiercely and I can hear him shuddering. He snakes his hands down over my back and on my butt; he squeezes and I buck my hips into his.
I know his body just as well or perhaps even better than I do my own. I know that licking his left nipple while teasing the right with my fingers will admit a feral a moan through his clenched teeth. And it does. I know that kissing his taut belly while sliding my hands over and around to his back and over his buttocks will cause him to buck his poor, aching, throbbing erection toward my face. And it does. I know that unbuttoning his trousers with my teeth causes him to loose control. Any minute now he’ll force his fingers in my hair and dig them into my skull. And just like clockwork, he does.
I can feel my hair being ripped from the follicles, but that doesn’t concern me right now. I run my hands from his pert little arse to the hem of his pants, and slowly, pull them down to expose his reddening member. Carefully, I pull it free of his pants. I am lucky, because he never wears underwear. He tenses as the chilly air of the dungeon attack his groin; he shudders again and urges me to continue with a gentle hand through my hair.
I look up at him and kiss his stomach, my eyes never leaving his. That look on his face right now I’ll never tire of. He looks like he may die any minute now; it’s a look of pain and eager longing of pleasure that is to come. If I could take a picture of that face, it would soothe my worst nightmares. His pink tongue darts over his lips once more and his eyelids droop in pre-ecstasy. When he watches, and he so often does, it turns me on so much that sometimes I feel like I’m coming when it is actually he who is coming. And coming, and coming.
I cup his balls in my hand and give them a gentle squeeze. He urges me by running his fingers through my hair. I look up into his face as I go down on him. He inhales sharply, as any man would, when a hot, wet, mouth surrounds your cock. I squeeze his balls with one hand and work the base of his cock with the other. I can taste the first salty bit of pre-cum on my tongue already; a deep moan escapes my throat at his taste and I try desperately hard to stifle it. But no worries, really, because who is going to hear my moans when they’re extinguished by his throbbing member?
I remove my eyes from his gaze and concentrate at the task at hand (literally). One hand concentrates on pumping the base of his cock, the other worries his testicles and wanders up and down his thigh and occasionally, when the time is right, enters his puckered opening. His cock is so deep in my mouth that I swear I can feel a pulse. I suckle the head and the underside where the vein is. And then I take him in all over again, shoving him down my throat until I’m almost gagging and my lips are against my own hand. And then I slide back up again, my lips applying a constant pressure against his taught prick, and then back down. I tongue the slit and finger his arse until he’s moaning so loud that his lusty moans and the pounding of my own heart in my head is all I can hear.
He leans against the wall now, his hands firmly gripping my hair. I slide my mouth on his engorged member and fuck his arse until his legs start shaking. He comes in my mouth as he shudders and mutters my name under his breath. He tastes like mayonnaise and cherries, which isn’t so bad when you get used to it. My tongue swipes over my lips and chin a bit as I rake my body up his. I meet his eyes; they’re simply smoldering with desire, for this was just the naughty pre-sex before the real show. With the utmost care, I reposition his flaccid member into his pants and zip him up carefully. He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards his lips. He kisses me until I’m speechless, and we silently walk to his rooms to finish our activities.
Even after he’s vandalized my mouth with his prick and his come, when I’m with him, everything is all right.
This is only my second HP fic; all comments and criticism greatly appreciated and welcomed! Thank you!
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