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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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It was an opportunity Severus never thought he'd be given.

Harry tilted his head, and Severus found it all too easy to lean towards him, brushing his lips up the pale column of flesh, drawing a ragged sigh from the young man. From there, Severus began pushing Harry down, nipping hungrily at his warm skin, until Harry was lying on his back, his arms still wrapped around Severus, pulling him closer. Severus slid his hands down Harry's t-shirt, intending to find his way beneath the thin cloth, but before he could do that, Harry was tearing his shirt off, arching into his touches wantonly.

It was a repeat of the afternoon with Draco, but oh so very much better, Severus reflected, as his hands roamed over Harry's stomach, feeling the muscles there twitch and spasm. He ran the flat of his palms up Harry's chest until he found rosy nipples there to pinch and tweak. Harry cried out, body jerking, and Severus realised he was like a harp string pulled taut, wound up with need. Sleeping beast woken up, indeed.

It was obvious Harry was not going to last very long in a state such as this. So Severus decided to simply overwhelm him with sensation, working Harry's fly open and shoving his jeans down to his knees, grazing his chest and nipples with teeth and tongue as he took Harry's stiff cock in his hand, stroking.

“Oh God,” Harry moaned, kicking his jeans off the rest of the way, making himself as open and available as possible for touch. He brought one hand up, rubbing along Severus’s shoulder and down his arm as Severus moved to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Severus found it interesting to note that Harry’s touches were respectful, but urgent, rubbing at his back through the thin satin.

Severus began stroking him a little faster, and Harry moved his head from side to side, body squirming, trying to get more touch, more sensation, his moans almost continuous. It was unbelievably sexy, and Severus felt the pain of his own need growing more and more urgent, trapped beneath his body against the mattress as he played with both of Harry’s nipples, one with his mouth, the other with his free hand. Before he could even think whether to do anything about it, however, he felt Harry start to shudder, writhing in a mixture of need and overstimulation. Harry grabbed at Severus’s arm as Severus stroked him harder, shaking his head.

“No—I can’t—“ Harry panted, and then he was shouting out his orgasm, arching his back as he came hard, coating Severus’s hand and his own stomach with his seed. “M’sorry, sorry,” Harry whispered, even as his cock gave another twitch, spilling a last few drops.

Severus let go and reclined slightly to one side, an amused smile on his face. “Sorry for what?” If Harry had any idea of the number of fantasies he had just fulfilled . . . truly right now he was a beautiful sight, just lying there, undone and ravished. It was enough to stay Severus’s own hunger for the moment. He trailed a finger in the pool of come on Harry’s stomach, smirking as the stomach muscle twitched. Merlin, to have someone so responsive . . . .

Harry was still breathing hard, coming down from ecstasy, one hand still clenching the covers. His cock had only softened a little, and he was shivering. He opened his eyes after a moment, and Severus felt a little sliver of doubt creep in, wondering how he would react now, wondering if he would be horrified.

But there was only wonder in Harry's eyes, as he looked over to his former professor. Severus watched as Harry raised himself up onto his elbows, learning towards Severus, and there was still need in his eyes, but something else as well--the desire to please. It sent a warm ball of anticipation to Severus's stomach, and he couldn't help the thought that came with it. He's such a perfect sub. Then, before Severus was even fully aware of it, Harry's lips were brushing against him, not quite kissing, but almost begging him to close in, to acknowledge and accept the consummation.

Severus hesitated for a second or two, because it was what he wanted, and fate had too cruelly snatched away things from him before. But he also did not want to damn himself for something as idiotic as fear, to perhaps lose what might be the only opportunity to take this. He captured Harry's mouth, kissing him hard, telling Harry though lips and teeth and tongue I want you. I want you so much it hurts. Incredibly, Harry mouth was just as firm, just as demanding. When he sucked on Severus's tongue, it was almost too much. Severus had to break off the kiss or risk embarrassing himself.

It was obvious that things were not over for the evening, so Severus rolled back onto Harry, keeping himself above Harry's body in an effort not to dampen his pyjamas with more fluids than just tears. Harry stared up at him, expectant, eyes still half lidded with desire. "I feel--" Harry began, then frowned. "I still--I-I-want--" He blew out a breath. "Not done yet," he finally said, trying to arch again, to touch Severus.

"Harry," Severus warned, and then used his dominant voice. "Be still. Hands over your head, clasping each other." He was gratified to see how quickly Harry obeyed. If only he had behaved as well in class.

"You still want . . ." Severus said softly, heatedly, holding himself over Harry, enjoying the look of utter abandon on his face, the way he was holding himself still, or at least trying to--it was painfully obvious how much Harry wanted to squirm. How he wanted to lean up those few inches and close the distance between them.

Severus finally let himself do that, kiss Harry again. The kiss was more languid this time, but only because he controlled it, and only because Harry was actually obeying, not trying to fondle or molest him, but just accepting, groaning at the back of his throat. Severus bit at Harry’s bottom lip. Harry made a desperate sound, hands clenching into fists.

Just as slowly, Severus ended the kiss, his lips hovering just above Harry’s. “You like this?” He asked in a dark, seductive voice. “Being told what to do?”

Harry gave the faintest of nods, breathing hard. Severus noticed that his flagging cock had grown full again. Merlin, the things he wanted to do to him . . . . He reminded himself that Harry was virtually untouched, and just coming to terms with himself. Severus needed to stay with something simple. For now.

“Tell me what the fellow said to you. What made you want to leave with him.” Severus couldn’t hide the jealousy in his voice, but at the moment, he didn’t care.

Harry blushed, his eyes shut. It only made Severus want him more. “He said . . . blow job.”

It was probably good that Harry’s eyes were closed, Severus mused. Because Severus couldn’t help but smile. Cruelly.

“Fellatio,” he said, drawing the word out, tracing his lips down Harry’s throat again, down his chest, past his nipples this time, heading for Harry’s stomach and the come still pooled there. He found a droplet on one of Harry’s ribs and licked it, savouring the taste. Harry whined. Severus chuckled. “I believe I can accommodate that.”

“Please . . . .” Harry begged. His eyes were still closed, his arms still raised above his head, hand locked on wrist as if cuffed there. Severus knew he would do just as well in the real restraints. So perfect. But he needed one more thing.

“Look at me,” Severus commanded, finding himself another spot to lick, his eyes fixed on Harry’s face.

Harry’s eyes snapped open, and immediately he raised his head a little to look at Severus, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and disbelieving. Severus met those eyes, challenging them as he slowly licked the come off Harry’s stomach, watching Harry’s green eyes shift from disbelief to stark hungry need, acknowledging him. Accepting him. Severus wanted to be sure Harry did not lose track of who he was with.

“You may close your eyes now, if you wish,” Severus finally said, after Harry’s stomach was clean, as he moved down the bed further to reach Harry’s cock, giving it a tongue bath as well, from base to tip and back again. Harry’s eyes fluttered close and he laid his head back down, panting softly. Every time Severus licked the crown, he could feel Harry’s balls tightening up.

“Sir, please, I want to touch . . . your hair,” Harry whispered, as Severus began concentrating on the head, sucking it into his mouth.

Severus wanted to touch himself, but he could wait a moment more, he reckoned. “You may.” As Harry reached out, however, he added in a sharp tone, “If you pull my hair, I am leaving and you will not be coming for a month.” And yes, he meant that literally, as Harry would find out if he tried. There were hexes . . . and there were even more diabolical hexes, which he had created when he was younger.

Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir—Severus,” he said, holding his hand just above Severus’s head as if afraid to touch now, as Severus returned to lavishing his cock. As Severus began working more and more down his throat, reminiscing how long since he had done that, he worked his pyjama bottoms down with his free hand, taking his own length and stroking, unable to hold back for a moment longer. Harry’s hand brushed against his hair with just the barest of touches. Severus was glad he’d washed it. No longer the greasy tangled mess to keep certain dark elements away from him.

Even Harry's cock was responsive, Severus found as he began working him in earnest, stroking himself in time and letting himself just enjoy the experience, as well as Harry's delectable sounds. The hand on his head increased pressure just a little, but was still light enough to let him move without hindering or forcing, just feeling him. Severus opened his eyes for a moment to look at Harry's face, and saw that Harry's head was bent to be able to see him, though the eyes were closed for the moment, his left hand still stretched over his head as if tied there.

Severus lost himself again in the motions, in the building pleasure, the scent and taste of Harry, everything, gradually increasing his speed and noting how Harry reacted. He was growing close again. This was good, because Severus doubted he was going to last a second longer. He wanted, needed to come with Harry, to disguise his own pleasure with Harry's release.

One more minute, just that much more, Severus told himself, the strokes to himself becoming jerky and mistimed. He deep-throated Harry, swallowing around him knowing it would probably be more than Harry could endure. He was gratified when he heard Harry’s strangled shout, and felt his cock pulse, the sperm hitting the back of his throat. He moved to the head to taste and swallow the rest, and then it was there, his own release. Severus breathed in hard through his nose, nostrils flaring, as pleasure nearly blinded him. He could not help the groan, or the way his entire body shuddered as he came in his hand. No way to entirely conceal his release. He let Harry’s cock slip from his lips once they were both done and just remained there for a moment, head bowed, sated and exhausted. By the sound of Harry’s breathing, he was in a similar state.

“Think I’m done now,” Harry said softly. Then he yawned. Severus smiled against the skin of Harry’s hip.

It took a supreme effort to raise his head, to reach over to where he’d set his wand aside earlier and pick it up. Severus muttered the spell to clean them both, then winced at the too rough brush of it. He’d overdone it a little. A hiss from Harry confirmed that.

“Tired,” Harry said, but then he surprised Severus by pulling at his hand. “You’re not leaving, right?”

“No,” Severus said quietly, quickly pulling up his pyjama bottoms to cover himself. He crawled up the bed to collapse beside Harry, stretching out, and not caring if he was under the covers or on top of them. Harry made the effort to pull the sheets down, arranging things to his liking—and making sure both of them were covered, Severus noted. He grabbed Severus’s hand again, curling up against Severus’s side and immediately fell asleep. It looked unlikely that Severus would have the use of that hand for some time, he thought with some amusement. But he was too sleepy to care.

One last thought niggled at him. The portrait was facing them, and he hadn’t taken the time to dispel the scrying glass, still in the guest room at the Malfoy Manor. Severus reached over and carefully tilted the portrait forward, letting the glass rest against the night table, effectively blocking out any watching eyes. If they had been seen earlier, well, there was no help for it. But he would not give Lucius the pleasure of watching the two of them sleep.

That done, Severus rested his cheek against Harry’s shoulder, and let sleep take him.
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