Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter and make no money/profit from my stories....though i wish i could. Reviews always welcome.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Harry could barely breathe, his position gave him a clear view but the drapes obscured Severus from being able to see him. His eyes drawn to the dildo, flesh coloured, realistically ridged with veins, slowly sliding into his slick hole. The muscles appearing to clench around it as it withdrew till the tip was just inside as though his body was trying to suck it back in.

Moans echoing through the bedchamber, the squelch of excess lubricate assaulting Harry’s ears on the thrust forward of the sex toy. Harry had never been so jealous of a piece of plastic then he was at that moment.

Severus moaned a word, the dildo picking up speed, his moans increasing, his body pushing back against it. It reaching impossible depths, the whole 9 inches disappearing inside.

Harry felt his cock, already hard from the moment he had seen the occupant of the bed, harden further, pushing against the material of his trousers. Thankful for not wearing his robe, he palmed himself, biting his lip to stop a moan from escaping.

I wish I knew what he was thinking about?

The idea forming in his head. After the disastrous occlumancy lessons with Snape the year before, Harry had continued under Dumbledore’s tutelage and become not only expert in Occlumancy but also legilimancy.

His head pounded, mouth dry at the thought of raiding Snape’s mind to see his fantasy.

Do I have the nerve?

Taking a deep breath, he whispered.

“Legilimans.”

Immediately he felt pulled into Severus’ mind. Images racing past his eyes, he concentrated and things gradually came into focus.

He found himself standing in a large dungeon type room, chains, cuffs, whips of all different descriptions were hanging on the surrounding walls.

I should have realized he’d be a kinky bastard.

His attention suddenly distracted by the appearance of a large bed in the centre of the room. Black rubber on the mattress, no sheets or pillows of any kind on the bed. He gasped when he saw Snape.

Spread eagled, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, face down, ball gag firmly positioned in his mouth. Grunts and whimpers muffled as they escaped from it.

Harry stepped towards the bed, drawn by the sight, halting instantly when he saw that Snape was not alone. On his knees behind him was a man, slight but compactly muscled, dark hair leading from his chest in a trail leading to his cock. Long, at least 9 inches, pale pink except for the darkened head, that was glistening in the candle light.

Harry found himself comparing his own cock to Snape’s fantasy man, modestly realizing that while they were evenly matched in length , he had the man beaten in thickness. Feeling smug, he smiled and continued his appraisal of the mystery man, gulping when he reached his face, it was completely obscured by a leather mask. The kind of mask you would see on someone into S&M.

THWACK!! A loud smack pierced the silence of the room, Harry jumped.

Severus moaned around the gag, the man laughed. A red handprint appearing on Severus’ right arse cheek.

THWACK!!! This time the left cheek received the same treatment, Harry wanted to pull the man away and beat the shit out of him. He took a step then stopped, the noises Severus was making were not of pain but of pleasure.

Oh shit…he’s getting off on this!

Harry’s cock having been forgotten for a moment made its presence known, hard to the point of painful, straining to escape its confines, excited by the display. Harry felt light headed for a second.

Maybe I’m a bit kinky too

During Harry’s epiphany , the masked man had hauled Severus up into a kneeling position, his engorged cock rubbing between his arse cheeks, teasing him. Severus whimpered, desperately trying to talk around the gag.

“No, the gag stays in, now be a good little slut.” The man’s voice, breathed.

He slapped his cock against Severus’ smacked, red cheeks, a low laugh floating around the room.

Harry was torn between wanting to hit the man and watching what would happen next. He wasn’t disappointed when the man, without a word of warning slammed his cock into Severus. Harry moaned, Severus screamed, body tense all over, pulling at the restraints that held him in place.

The man was brutal with his thrusts, never slowing for a second, Harry tried not to be turned on but could not resist, the grunts spurring his erection to push frantically to be freed. He wrapped his fingers around the length, squeezing, a patch was forming on the front of his trousers where his cock was steadily leaking.

His eyes fascinated by the vision of Severus’ pucker, stretching and spasming around the masked man’s rock hard shaft. The hole becoming red with the force of the thrusts. Harry looked down between Severus spread wide thighs, wincing in sympathy when he saw his engorged, dripping cock wrapped tightly with a black leather cock ring. Even with the restraint the cock, a nice length, Harry noticed, mouth watering at the sight, dripped onto the rubber mattress below it.

Severus’ groans increased in pitch and frequency , the man having changed the angle of his thrusts, the new position slamming repeatedly into Severus’ prostate.

“You want to come, don’t you?” The man asked.

Severus’ moaned louder, mouth struggling to form words. A hand smacked hard, striking where a handprint already resided. Severus shuddered, the moan escaping long and loud.

“Good slut… you want to come for me?”

Severus unable to articulate a reply, shook his head, nodding frantically. The masked man, ran a hand down his spine, Harry noted that it left a long,red scratch. Severus apparently loving this treatment, bucked back, as much as he could with the restraints.

“Yes,Yes…make me come, do you want it over you?” The man, sounding breathless, his sweat slicked body shining in the candle light.

Severus whimpered, nodded his assent.

Harry stood, hand rubbing himself as the man pulled out, his cock slick and shiny, the man fisting himself over Severus’ hole. The sight of it clenching as the strings of come shooting out of the man, splashed across it, the man grunting, moving back an inch or two to spurt over Severus back too.

Harry felt weak kneed, having nearly come himself at the sight. The man sat back on his knees, Severus covered in his come, still moaning weakly around the gag, cock red and still secured.

The man lifted his hand up, seeing the come on it, flicked his wrist, splashing the excess over Severus’s buttocks. He reached up and pulled off the mask, gasping for air.

Harry staggered back, sinking to his knees, taking in the man’s face and realizing what it meant.

He was looking at himself.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Wrong time, right place