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Unintentional Wet Dreams	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warmth was creeping over Harry´s body leaving him hot and panting in the aftermath. His skin tinkled everywhere, as if the sun was licking his flesh and trailing his beets of sweat off him. Except is wasn´t the sun, it was another human being.

It was a man.

Harry ignored that thought and replaced the horror of understanding he would have felt if he had been awake, and instead replaced it with acceptance. Because the big hands were so warm and burning on his young and toned body, that he never wanted them to stop caressing him.

Nothing he had shared with Cho affected him so; the tiny and very wet kiss.

Nothing Ginny had ever done to him had made him feel this way; touching and oral sex.

Nothing that muggle girl, Shirley, in number 8, had come close to making him want something so bad before, and they had gone further than he had with Ron´s younger sister.

Twice.

Harry´s body twisted in his sleep as he forced his aroused body closer to the other man´s. He didn´t understand why he wanted to.

But he did. So badly, that his prick pulsed and he had to reach down and squeeze away the orgasm that had been pressing on and on. It was too soon for that now.

He wanted more. So much more.

His hands trembled with nervousness as he dared to reach out and let his fingers caress the other man´s flesh for the first time. Another groan escaped Harry´s mouth as he dragged his left hand down the firm and hot body. So different from the curves he had touched before.

But so much better, he thought, as he shivered at the idea that it thrilled him more to want a man.

Harry knew he had to move in order to do what his body was urging him to, so he raised his right arm over his head in order to lie more comfortable. But that didn´t work either.

Instead, he reached down between his own leaking cock and the presented arse in front of him to grab the firmness slightly. It was the first time he had ever touched another man´s arse, but it was glorious.

He was rewarded when the other man moaned for the first time. Harry bit into his bottom lip harshly, to fend off the orgasm once more. He looked down and saw the wrinkled hole for the first time, covered in small dark hairs, a pity the man didn´t shave there, because Harry wanted nothing more than to lick the man. Even there.

Long and slender legs were stretched out lazily, and the man´s, his lover, he would assume, had his left leg crossed over his right one as he slept. It was making his arse arch backwards against Harry´s cock, inviting him in to play.

Harry watched as his lover´s hole winked at him as his lover slept on. Harry wanted to wake him up in a sexy way, and he grabbed his prick firmly with his left hand, pointed it to the gorgeous entrance and pushed in all the way, because surely the man would be stretched still, from their fucking last night.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Harry bolted awake in less than a second and blinked rapidly. The room was dark so it took a while for him to be able to see anything. Instead, he concentrated on the sounds he could hear. Someone was breathing heavily. “P-Potter!”

Shit, what the hell was he doing in bed with Snape.

He shook his head and the answer came to him. The cottage, Snape saving him, the torture by Voldemort. Harry groaned when something squeezed around his dick. “Fuck!” Harry stared in horror at his member, that was currently buried deep in his professor´s arse. He moved to pull out, when a firm hand stopped him.

“Don´t you fucking m-move right now, P-potter!” Snape growled at him, as he fought to get his breathing back under control. “You mother fucking son of a bitch!”

Harry had never heard Snape curse before, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the room before the man killed him. His ribs still ached, but to hell with that right now. “Professor,” Harry began, but was cut off.

“You fucking, moronic pig!” His tight warmth hugged Harry´s cock firmly and Harry panted as he closed his eyes. My god, it felt so good. “What the fuck – do you – think… you´re doing!” Another pull on his pounding prick. God, Harry was so close.

“I´m… dream… it was… a… dream… s-sorry… god…”

“You´re sorry!” Snape growled, “You´re balls deep in my arse, Potter! Sorry doesn´t mean SHIT to me!” Harry moved a little without thinking about it. He had to, or his entire leg would fall asleep.

“Stop fucking moving! You forced your way into my body… you will fucking give me time to recover from the shock before pulling out!”

“P-professor…” Harry tried, he really did, “I c-can´t… oh god… urgh,” Harry came, and his semen filled up Snape´s arse. Harry barely managed to not rest his head on his professor´s shoulder coming down from his high.

When his dick had softened, Snape pulled away abruptly and stood awkwardly from the bed. His leg was obviously still causing him pain because he limped to the bathroom door - Harry watched in horror as blood and semen ran down Snape´s thighs - which slammed with a loud bang.

Harry had just raped Severus Snape.

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Snape didn´t emerge from the bathroom for a long time.

Harry couldn´t begin to understand what was going on inside his head after what Harry had done to him. The Gryffindor had been trembling when he finally stood from the bed, blanket pulled tight around him and went to put on his now dry clothes, before going to the kitchen to start breakfast. He found an unopened carton of finished dough and made that into buns and placed them in the oven. He found some bacon in the ice box, and cans of sausages in the cabinet he put on the pan. There were no eggs, but as he looked through the canned foods, he found mushrooms too.

He shrugged, he was finally feeling how starved he was when he stood there, cooking.

Snape must have given him a lot of potions yesterday for Harry to only feel his starvation now. No matter. It wasn´t as if Harry had missed that feeling, and now he could drink water from the tap whenever he felt like it too. He had found five old glasses and washed them by hand, and they were now as clean as they were going to get. That too was way better than licking the floor, Harry thought.

He had washed the plates too, but couldn´t find any utensils for eating, just the one spatula, a can opener and a pair of scissors. Oh, and one single sharp knife. Still better than nothing.

When Harry was done eating his meal with his fingers, he sighed and placed the meal for Snape on the counter. Leaving it in the fridge would make it turn cold faster, and if Snape were to come out soon, the food would still be slightly warm.

He didn´t.

Harry understood why the man didn´t. Harry had raped him. Having a sexual dream was no excuse and Harry felt sick. He fought to keep the food down, because he needed to keep his strength up if he was to heal and eventually kill Voldemort.

Harry had wanted to write a note for Snape, but thought better of it. He was going to leave the man alone. He was thankful that Snape had bothered to save him and keep him alive, but he couldn´t stay in the same cottage as the other man.

Not when he had repaid the Slytherin by fucking him against his will.

Harry shuddered when he considered the amount of pain it would have caused Snape when Harry pushed into his unprepared and unaware body.

His mind made up, he went for the door, he knew the weather was still awful outside, because he had spent a lot of time this morning staring out the window, but he would show his respect with an apology the man could not help but accept, his removal from the same residence.

Harry was already freezing his arse of after a couple of minuts in the heavy wind, but Harry couldn´t find himself caring about it at all. The only thing on his mind was that he was now a rapist.

Sure, Snape might have been a Death Eater Harry´s entire life, but that hardly gave Harry permission to – no, he was not going to think about it anymore. If he did, he would lose his mind before he managed to off Voldemort.

Harry yelped when his feet caved under him taking the snow with him into the freezing icy water and he went down.
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