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The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten - Breathe Into Me and Make me Real

Not now! Harry thought desperately, hands shoved resolutely behind his head in an effort to ignore the throbbing dick tenting his bed clothes.

Hermione lay in a separate part of the magically enlarged tent, silent, but Harry didn't kid himself that she was asleep. Her dry sobs had continued on for what had felt like hours once they had retired to their beds. Now all was quiet in the tent, quiet enough that he could hear her ragged breaths from the other side of the canvas divide.

And I'm fucking horny! He felt like screaming. His hands ached to be around his sensitive flesh, to cup the balls in his palms and rub at the sacs with long clever fingers, to feel strong, slightly calloused digits slide along his length and twist, as they always did, at his tip...

Harry chewed his lip, clenching and unclenching his fists. The images in his head were so real. It was almost as if he'd actually felt all of that before, but he knew it was just his imagination. His fingers weren't as long as the ones he'd imagined, nor so slender. His callouses were on different parts of his hands, they wouldn't interfere when he touched himself.

He drew a shaky breath in, trying to sound as normal as possible, but it was so difficult. He was DESPERATE to touch himself.

In annoyance he rolled onto his side, staring angrily at the blank fabric in front of him. The dark was almost absolute, only the tiniest of light from the castle reached their hidey hole, just enough for his eyes to pick out the areas of shadow where the material wasn't quite stretched taut enough. He frowned, running his gaze along the whole patch of shadow, focusing his whole being on an examination of the different darknesses, and the textures revealed in the gritty light.

It didn't help.

Now he had had images of canvas stuck in his head, with hands pushing through to wrap around his cock and squeeze and tease it with the added pleasure of the material rubbing along him as well as the tightness of the fingers.

Fuck! Harry wailed. He dug his nails so hard into the soft pads of his hands that he left harsh crescent marks on the flesh.

'Ow! Fuck!' he said, the quiet words sounding painfully loud in the stillness.

'Harry?' Hermione asked, sounding sleepy.

'It's ok,' he lied, 'I just caught my hand awkwardly.'

'Oh. Night.' She gave an unconvincing yawn and her camp bed creaked for a few moments as she settled.

Harry hardly dared to breathe as she shifted about. Finally she stopped moving, and the darkness and silence intruded once again.

Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it!

Harry's right hand edged over his chest, down his stomach and stroked one thigh.

Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it!

His hand slid under his waistband and he held his breath, waiting.

Beside him, he heard Hermione's bed creak and he snatched his hand away. What the hell was he thinking? One of his best friends - a GIRL - was less than a foot away and he wanted to jack off?

Angry with himself he shoved his hand resolutely under his pillow and shut his eyes, trying to think of the most boring things he could.

Dolores Umbridge in her office with those annoying cat plates...

Being in the Room of Requirement practising spells...

Being in the Room of Requirement doing homework...

Being in the Room of Requirement doing Sev.

'Severus?'

It was early morning. His pregnancy was only just really beginning to show. He lay on his bed, the light coming through the magical windows streamed across his naked chest, creating a deep shadow where the sheets wrinkled and covered his thighs. Even the shadow couldn't hide his arousal.

The older man entered the room, black shirt still unbuttoned. He had a raised eyebrow, and a disinterested look on his face, which changed abruptly to pure lust at the sight on the bed. However, he managed to disguise his attraction and only the slight breathiness of his response told Harry how affected the other was.

'Hmmm?'

Harry idly stroked one hand across his chest to touch a peaked nipple. Snape's eyes followed it hungrily. Smiling to himself, Harry asked lazily, 'What time is it?'

Severus didn't seem to have heard the question. His dark eyes devoured the delicious vision in front of him. Harry didn't seem to mind. His hand slid into the shadowed area, and he arched his back, a moan spilling from his lips.

Snape growled and flung his shirt off and pounced.

'Cock tease!' He ground out as he tugged the sheet clear of the boy's body so that he could drink in the full glorious image of the golden skin, the light dusting of hair, the tense muscles, the leaking cock-

Harry panted. 'Not ... not a cock tease!' he protested as the other stared at him. 'T ' tease implies … I'm not gonna ...l - let you ... fuck me.' He spread his legs in wanton invitation.

Snape made a harsh sound and slid easily between the spread thighs.

Harry panted, hands clutching at the other's back as he felt the hard tip nudge against his hole.

'God!' he whimpered, hair sticking up at all angles. 'Fuck me!'

Snape's breath hitched for a moment and then he was summoning the lubricant. Wet noises filled Harry's ears for a few moments as the other prepared himself, then slick digits pushed against his pucker, teasing and rubbing.

'Tease!' Harry gasped out. 'F -Fuck me!'

The teacher frowned. His fingers still tormented Harry, but he spoke almost normally. 'I'll have to do something about your foul language. Perhaps put your mouth to better use?'

Harry nodded frantically, licking his lips. He loved Severus' cock in his mouth, but instead, the other leaned over and kissed the boy tenderly. Their lips touched, clung, pulled apart, connected, held, and Snape filled Harry with his length.

The sex, after all the teasing, was surprisingly gentle. The older man rocked deeply within his young lover, their eyes and lips locked.

Harry held on tightly, wanting to close his eyes to savour the sensations, but needing to see Severus as well. He breathed out shakily with each thrust, his breath ghosting across Severus' face.

Snape slid his tongue into Harry's mouth, claiming thoroughly as he pressed himself deeply into the willing body. His nostrils flared as he struggled to draw breath, but he wasn't going to pull free from Harry's lips. Not until he had to.

His hands roamed over the soft skin, before settling on the lad's hips. He gripped tightly as his pace increased and he began to pound into the other.

'Severus!' Harry groaned, during a brief moment apart from the older man's mouth.

There were spots before his eyes when he came.

Snape tore his lips free and touched his forehead to Harry's, breathing the same air.

Less than a foot away, Hermione heard Harry pant out 'Severus!'. Although, there was no denying it, grossed out from what she was hearing, she was pleased that at least bits of Harry's memory was returning.

Harsh breathing sounded from Harry's 'room'. Gradually it stilled and settled into the rhythm of sleep.

Lulled by the noise, Hermione drifted off...
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