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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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Note: FINALLY!!! OMG this was a lot harder to write than I expected, the silly boys. But yes, a nice large chapter for you to enjoy. I may have to take a week break off after this, as I am working on other projects. :p Thanks!

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There was a change in the air; Harry could feel it. A tension that hadn't been there a moment before. He was standing close to Snape, so it was difficult to look into his face, but even so, Harry could feel the electric charge between them.
Severus spoke in a low voice, and Harry could almost feel the vibrations of it through his chest, adding to that low thrum of excitement. "You want me to . . . are you certain? I am not some fellow teenaged lad playing around with you. Do not ask me unless you are ready for something more . . . intense." Hands gripped Harry's shoulders, pushing him back a little to where he could see Severus's face, see that intensity in every line, every shadow there. No, this certainly would not just be 'playing around', Harry knew.
Perhaps that was why the thought of it was so alluring.
Harry made himself look into those dark eyes, feeling that burning focus, and nodded slowly. "I'm ready. I do want this." He added before Severus could sweep him off his feet or something, as he had last night, "But I want also to be able to touch you. To see you--all of you." As great as last night had been, it had left him craving more. To actually see what the man who had become his . . . lover . . . looked like under all his layers.
Snape seemed to be grappling with something, the struggle on his face, which Harry knew must be a rare thing to see, considering the man's past as a spy. "You'll need to understand a few things. What I engage in is not considered . . . vanilla. I expect a certain amount of submission from my partners--I prefer it." He looked Harry over. "You're a natural, by the way." A sardonic smile touched his lips.
Harry wasn't sure what to think of that. "Am I going to be allowed to touch you, then?" Whatever Snape wanted to call it last night, whatever that had been . . . he had to confess, he wanted more of that.
There was a pause before Severus answered, and all the while he was watching Harry, weighing him, it seemed. "Tonight, yes. But do not expect that to be the answer every time." His eyes narrowed. "And after this . . . tonight . . . can I expect that you'll be leaving to explore other individuals? Other beds?" He kept his voice studious and unconcerned, but Harry could sense an underlying tension in the words. As the man had said, he was intense. Harry doubted that he was much given to frivolous sex.
"I don't think so," Harry answered, and it was the honest truth. Whatever they had . . . something was working. And he would continue to explore things, as long as that was true. But would it always? That he didn't know. For now, though, it was exactly what he wanted.
Snape snorted. "I'm glad you didn't express your undying love for me. Truth is always far more useful." He began unbuttoning Harry's shirt, one button at a time, fingers grazing Harry's bare chest. Harry felt a hard shiver go through him. "Generally, there are certain words used in the place of 'yes' and 'no', to allow certain freedoms to explore that which might not be easily contemplatable. But for tonight, I'll dispense with that. If you tell me 'no' to something, I will stop. I may play with your reactions a little--to biting, scratching, that kind of thing. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Harry answered immediately. He wanted to add 'Sir', but wasn't sure if it would be appropriate or not. At any rate, Severus seemed satisfied. He had finished unbuttoning Harry's shirt, but left off from touching him, giving him an almost mischievous look.
"So, you want me, do you?" Severus drawled, and this time, he sounded positively diabolical. He smiled a little. "Show me." He took a step back, letting his arms drop to his sides.
Well this was it, then, Harry thought, feeling the desire, but also the pressure. The chance to look, touch . . . and show Severus that he did in fact return the interest. He wanted to press himself up against the man, feel him. But he wanted to see him too. Harry took a half step forward, reaching out to brush his hands over the thin fabric of the turtleneck, grasping the material in his hands, pulling it out of Severus's trousers, exposing a lean waist, a taut stomach. He hadn't realised that under all those robes, the man was fit. "You look good," Harry said, because he wanted Severus to know that, had a feeling it was probably something he hadn't heard very often. Running his hands up underneath the fabric to feel the firm muscles of Snape's stomach, Harry heard the man take a soft intake of breath.
Harry raised the turtleneck up further, exposing Severus's chest. Faint traces of black hair, an old scar or two, he noticed. Pale nipples that looked almost so faint they weren't there--Harry had to try it, had to see if Severus would give any kind of reaction. He remembered how good it had felt when the man had sucked on his, had played with them. So he did, first licking the puckered flesh with his tongue, then kissing it gently, unsure what to expect.
What he received was a low groan, and two powerful hands clamping on his arms, not really interfering, but holding on, as if to a lifeline.
With that kind of incentive, what could he do but continue? Harry nibbled gently, not wanting to piss the man off, and then sucked, and felt as Severus pulled him in tighter, until their thighs were brushing up against each other, to where he could feel that indeed Severus wanted him as well. Harry pushed the material of the turtleneck up higher, wanting, needing now to get it out of the way entirely. Severus's hands left their hold long enough to help him pull the turtleneck the rest of the way off.
Harry could feel the heat off his skin. Perhaps the man hadn’t bathed as much when he was young, or spying, to be called a greasy git, because he smelled clean now, of soap and potions ingredients. Harry feasted his eyes and his hands on Severus’s chest, touching, looking. Then, slowly looking up into the man’s eyes, Harry leaned in and kissed him, lips first, and then gradually more, coaxing Severus’s mouth open, exploring with his tongue. A low sound rumbled in Severus’s chest. It seemed to send vibrations right down to Harry’s cock. He whimpered, kissing harder, becoming needier.
Until Severus suddenly broke off the kiss. “Upstairs,” he demanded, but before Harry could start in that direction, Severus was pulling off Harry’s coat and shirt and tossing them to the floor. “Kreacher can deal with those,” he stated, and then he was lunging forward, pinning Harry against the wall and grinding up against him.
Intense didn’t even begin to describe it. Harry could barely breathe with the sensation of being almost crushed by a hard body against him coupled with the absolute ecstasy of feeling Severus’s cock rubbing against his through their trousers—it just seemed so wrong with the clothing on, and yet so right.
Severus’s hips thrust up, and his hands gripped Harry’s thighs, lifting him up; he wrapped his legs around Severus’s waist, his arms around Severus’s shoulders, and in that way, Harry was carried up the stairs and into his bedroom, as the two alternatively kissed each other’s lips and throats. Severus set Harry on the bed and stood there, breathing hard and looking flushed and in disarray. Harry had thought he’d looked good before, but he’d been wrong. Tousled, Snape looked even sexier.
Severus removed his boots with brisk efficiency, but before he could start on his trousers, Harry reached out to stop him. “I want to,” he explained, and then hurried to remove his shoes, as Severus nodded, stretching out beside him on the bed. He gasped, as Severus grabbed his arse and pulled Harry against him again, kissing him hard, the passion almost suffocating Harry until he had to break off the kiss for air. He was hardly aware of Severus’s nimble fingers unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down.
“You will,” Severus assured him, but continued to undress Harry, until he was naked. Harry thought to ask him what he was doing, but then Severus's hand was on him, slowly stroking, and any thoughts that he might have given voice to were swept right out of his head. Harry groaned, arching into the touches, aware that he was growing perilously close to coming. "There is one thing I want you to try first," Severus whispered in Harry's ear.
Then Severus wrapped a finger and thumb around the base of Harry's cock, and squeezed, hard.
"Fuck!" Harry cursed, wondering what in the hell Severus was doing, but he paused when the man put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"I'm showing you something," Severus said tersely, not letting up. Seconds went by, the ache in his cock a painful thing, but as time went on, Harry realised the urge to come was not quite so urgent. He breathed hard, as Severus finally let go. "Thus you can start to work on controlling when you come," Severus said, reaching lower, this time to play with Harry's balls. There was a little pain, sensitive from having to hold back, but it felt so good at the same time. Severus continued, "Sometimes I may want to see how quickly and how often you can climax. But there will be other times I want you to delay yourself. Or hold off entirely." With that, Severus laid back on the bed, resting his head on his arms to allow Harry to do as he wished, once again.
Harry's brain was still trying to catch up to the lesson--had it been a lesson? It had felt like one. It was something that apparently pleased Severus, so he left it at that, and began returning his attention to undressing the man, starting with his belt. There was rather a prominent bulge in the dark trousers, which Harry then began working to release, unbuttoning and unlacing the rather archaic clothing to find black briefs underneath--of course. He worked Severus's trousers off of him, letting them fall to the floor. Again, he couldn't help but notice that Severus was in better shape than he'd imagined. "Between teaching and spying, when did you have time to stay this fit?" He asked, running a hand up the inside of Severus's thigh, feeling the short hairs there.
Severus snorted, spreading his legs just a little to give Harry extra access, although it was apparent that he wasn't entirely comfortable doing so. "The Dark Lord tended to punish weakness ruthlessly--which included weakness of body. So it was in my best interest to appear physically . . . adequate."
Harry grimaced at the idea. "But Wormtail--"
"Note what happened to him in the end. As I said, weakness was punished."
Harry had no idea what to say to that, but it brought to light again the things the man had been through, what he had faced. Harry's own troubles seemed slight in comparison. At any rate, it wasn't something he wanted to think about at the moment. Trying to drive away the nerves, that Severus wasn't going to hex him if he accidentally hurt him or did anything wrong, Harry began pulling down the black briefs.
The first thing he noticed was that there was quite a bit of dark hair. The second, was that Severus was built. Not just built; Severus was hung.
He couldn't help staring; he knew it was rude, but . . . he just couldn't help it. Long cock with bulging veins . . . suddenly the idea that he was going to be fucked by that was a little daunting. And yet, somehow, it was thrilling as well. Despite the squeeze Severus had just given him, his cock was pulsing again, excitement thrumming through his veins. Cripes, I'm really bent, Harry thought, finally reaching out to touch.
Severus groaned, as Harry closed his hand around him, giving him a tentative stroke. Harry was no expert, but it seemed Severus had been controlling his desire for some time--he was rock hard, and Harry could feel the pulse there beating steadily, as he slid the foreskin down to reveal the head of Severus's cock, wet with precome.
A question popped out before Harry could stop it. "Have you ever--you know--bottomed?"
Severus looked at him crossly, narrowing his eyes. Harry realised he had stopped stroking, and began to do so again, slowly. With his eyes half closed, Severus nodded. "A few times. But not to someone I would have preferred."
Harry frowned, wondering. What did that mean? "You were talked into it or something?" Did it hurt? He wanted to ask, but didn't really want to know the answer.
That made Severus humph, shaking his head. "Talked into . . . although on second thought, that's not entirely inaccurate." He glanced sidelong at Harry. "I suppose you could say that. Refusing wasn't an option. I believe that is a bit more accurate." He thrust gently into Harry's hand, resetting his focus though Harry's mind was still stumbling over the ramifications of his answer. "Get up here." He pulled Harry up until they were lying side by side.

Once Harry was settled in place, Severus reached down a hand, taking hold of his own cock and Harry's as well, pressing them together and stroking. Harry's eyes rolled up with pleasure; if that wasn't the most erotic sensation he'd ever experienced, he didn't know what else had been. He looked down, and the sight just seemed to go with the sensation, making it that much better, his cock somewhat pinker, more modest length against that monster.
"See if you can control yourself," Severus murmured, as he began slowly stroking the two of them in his one hand. It was good he was going slowly, Harry thought, because otherwise he knew he'd be done in seconds.
Even so, the pleasure was building quickly. Harry wasn't sure just what it was about Severus--the hardness of the man's cock or how different it looked in comparison, or the age difference, or the calm experience . . . or even Severus's voice. He only knew it was all compounding for him, and that it felt so good, he didn't want to stop.
All at once he realised that he was going to lose control. Harry reached down quickly, trying to copy what Severus had done, squeezing himself, but it was like a wave that would not be stopped. "Too late--sorry--" he had time to gasp, and then he was coming anyway, through the tight circle of ring and forefinger, and it seemed even more intense than the orgasm earlier that morning had been, his come covering both their cocks. "Sorry," he gasped again, sure that he was going to get it now, in scathing remarks about his stupidity.
Incredibly, Severus only sounded faintly amused. "You waited too long--obviously."
Dumbly, Harry nodded. It occurred to him that both their hands were wet with the mess, but before he could figure out what to do about it, Severus mumured "Accio wand" and it was there in his hand, as he performed a quick cleaning spell--not one that Harry knew, in fact. "For the more delicate locations," Severus said in a low voice by way of explanation. He gave a low sigh, stroking himself one more time, before moving to hands and feet with a dark gleam in his eye. "Now it's my turn."
Probably just as well, Harry thought, his head still swimming with the afterglow. Merlin; they hadn't even gotten to fucking, and he was already worn out. He had a feeling, however, that it wouldn't remain so for long. "Yes, Sir," he said, because this time it really did feel like the right thing to say.
Harry was rewarded by a little smile, and found he rather liked the look of that expression on Severus's face. Gods knew the man probably hadn't had much to smile about in the years they'd known each other. Severus ran a hand up Harry's side, which caused him to shiver. "Turn over. On your stomach," Severus said in a crisp command.
Carefully, Harry did so, but as he was lying down on his stomach, he felt a sharp slap to his thigh. "Hands and knees," Severus clarified, then added, "You can rest your head on your arms if you wish. But keep your posterior elevated."
Only Severus would say 'posterior' rather than arse, Harry thought to himself with a smile, as he adjusted his position. It wasn't exactly an uncomfortable one, but it made him feel very . . . open. Vulnerable as well. He gasped as he felt a hand caressing his thigh lightly before Severus adjusted him even further, spreading his legs a little. Harry groaned.
"Are you going to--you know--like this?" Truthfully, Harry wanted to be able to see more of Severus, be able to see his eyes, his face, and touch him. But he wasn't even sure what were the physical possibilities of . . . this.
"You might find it more comfortable," Severus replied, brushing his fingers again over Harry's sack, now dangling between his legs. "But I imagine it contrasts with your romantic notions of lovemaking." There was a pause, and then Severus muttered under his breath, "Accio oil."
Harry couldn't stand it; he turned a little to look over his shoulder, and saw Severus holding a little vial in his hand. "Is that supposed to be lube? Aren't there spells for that?" No, he hadn't learned a lot about sex, but he'd at least heard a few tidbits in his time at school. As for that other comment, "I just want to see your face." Whether that was a romantic notion or not, he wasn't sure.
"There are spells, yes," Severus drawled, setting down the bottle and returning to his casual caresses of Harry's arse and thighs, "And yes, I do use them at times. But not tonight." A devilish look came into his face, and something uncomfortably close to a grin, that made a hard shiver go through Harry. "You'll be able to see me soon enough. For now, indulge. I don't do this often."
He brought his head near Harry’s body, and at the last instant, Harry realised what he meant to do—just before he felt the scrape of Severus’s teeth on his haunch. It was intense, even though it was gentle, and he couldn’t help but cry out. But that was nothing; the next instant, he felt the warm swipe of tongue. It was a good thing he was resting his head more or less on his arms, because suddenly he felt boneless.
Harry thought that would be perhaps it, just a tease of the lips and tongue, but he was wrong. As he turned his head back to look at the headboard in front of him, unable to watch any more, he felt warm wetness again, trailing over his crack, then his balls, as Severus returned to sucking on them. Harry sobbed a breath, grabbing at the covers and squeezing the fistfuls in the effort to stay still.
And then came the true torture. Harry had heard of it—rimming—but he’d never imagined what it would feel like. Intimate didn't even begin to describe it--it was erotic, but. . . "That's just--" Harry stammered, trying to wrap his head around it, that he was feeling Snape's tongue and he was feeling it there. "That's just wrong . . ." The wet sweeps suddenly became a focused attack, pushing in. Harry lost track of thoughts and words for a moment.

When Severus paused, Harry was able to gather his scattered wits enough to listen. "Precisely why I don't do it often. I do hope, however, that you take care to clean yourself properly. Because yes, otherwise, definitely wrong." That didn't seem to stop him, however, for coming back in to continue his assault on Harry's arsehole. Harry closed his eyes, aware that he was making desperate sounds but not caring.
Harry was still struggling to feel mentally okay about the whole thing (despite how good it felt), when Severus withdrew again, this time sitting back far enough that Harry had to turn around again, to see why. He caught sight of Severus opening his bottle of oil, spreading a little on his fingers. "Oh," Harry said, feeling slightly stupid. And then suddenly he just had to ask. "Is this going to hurt?"
Severus paused from where he had been about to touch Harry. "To be perfectly honest, I don't know. It generally depends on a number of factors--including how relaxed you are. You actually have a great deal of power to determine that part." He smirked. "Although I do have some influence." A slick fingertip touched Harry in the most intimate of places, rubbing a little circle there. It sent hot and cold fire right through him.
That made sense, and as Severus began pressing in his fingertip, Harry found out firsthand what he was talking about. He told himself to relax, trying to concentrate on the slick feel of the oil on the sensitive area. It worked, and soon the slight pain and awkwardness was replaced by pleasure. Harry found his eyes closing of their own accord. He felt hungry for the invasion, the sensations, as Severus's finger slide in deep.
Severus began slowly fucking him with his finger, and Harry found himself responding instantly, his hips moving, pressing his arse back against the finger, even as Severus began working a second finger inside. There was tightness again, but it hardly mattered. Harry rubbed his forehead against his arm, wishing there was more contact between them, something. "Please . . ."
The two fingers curled inside of him, brushing an area that felt even better, made his cock start to positively ache. Harry felt the weight shift on the bed as Severus adjusted his position, and then felt the brush of thigh against thigh, as Severus pulled out his finger, only to add more oil to them and slide them back in. "Soon," Severus promised. And Harry knew he was close and this was actually going to happen, in exactly this way if he didn't say something immediately.
"Want to see your face," he managed to get out, even as Severus did a little twist with his fingers that made Harry want to cry out.
Severus growled, but he pulled out his fingers, and then his arm was there around Harry's waist, helping him to turn over onto his back. "This time," Severus reiterated, and Harry wondered why he would growl about it. Was it too intimate? Not as good for him? But then Severus was covering Harry's body with his own, his hips pushing Harry's legs apart, and they were kissing, hot needy kisses full of teeth and tongue. Harry had a feeling the foreplay was over.
Harry pretty much let Severus take over at that point, helping him position his legs, kissing back but just otherwise trying to be relaxed and open, ready for whatever. At some point earlier Severus must have slicked his own cock with the oil as well, because when Harry felt the blunt head of it at his arsehole, it was slick. Then with a little thrust, he was breeched, feeling the incredible stretch of it, the burn.
It hurt--but that wasn't really the best word for it, because there was so much more to it than that. It was painful but it was also good and exciting, and . . . just indescribable. Harry found himself looking at Severus's face, at his eyes in particular. Eyes that appeared black from any distance . . . but up close, Harry could see they were not. True, they were such a dark shade of brown, the irises large, consuming. Harry remembered those eyes capturing his, when Snape had been bitten by Nagini, when Harry had thought he had died.
Those eyes were again locked on his, with an almost painful kind of connection, as Harry felt Severus's cock go deeper, sliding past the resistance, even as his muscles started to relax. Harry breathed in deeply, as the pain began to morph into something else. Something very good.
Severus blinked, gasping, and the connection was broken, and all Harry could feel was that yes, Severus was huge, and he was deep inside, and it was unlike anything he could have imagined. "Merlin--God--" Harry gasped, because he didn't even know which epitath to use, but just that he needed Severus to start moving, right now. His nails dug into Severus's arms, and then Severus was moving, drawing out a little and then thrusting in again, and that felt even better.
And then Severus began fucking him in earnest. Harry figured he'd probably been holding out for long enough, trying to hold back, because as his body eased up, allowing the thrusts, Severus took advantage, plunging in harder, deeper. Harry found himself clinging to the man, because all of it was just overwhelming to the senses, and he couldn't decide what he liked better--the deep sense of fullness or the slide of skin on skin, or the way his cock was rubbing against Severus's stomach as the two moved together.
There were no words. This was something primal, and as Harry discovered, it was definitely more intimate this way, face to face. He drew his knees up closer, heels of his feet pressed against the small of Severus's back, the better to open up to the thrusts, and that was perfect, because it seemed like all the right things were being hit, rubbed, stimulated. Severus's eyes were on him again, but now they were lust-filled and hungry, taking in everything as if trying to catalogue all of Harry's responses, as if he were some sort of magical creature. And Harry couldn't help his responses. Apparently, he was very noisy in bed.
As it turned out, Severus wasn't quite as silent as Harry had expected him to be as well. There were low grunts, sighs with each thrust. Interestingly, when Severus wasn't hailing acid retorts at Harry, Harry realised that the sound of his voice, even in just a groan, was incredibly sexy.
And then on top of that, Severus reached a hand between them, and began stroking Harry's cock.
The fact that his cock hadn't been directly being touched earlier was probably the only thing that had kept Harry from climaxing before, had kept things on a satisfying but even keel, but now he knew he wouldn't be lasting a great deal longer. Sensation started to spike, becoming white hot, and it didn't matter that he'd come not long before, because Harry knew this was going to be even more powerful, more wrenching, because that was Snape's cock fucking him deep in his arse.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, warn Severus, but then it was on him. He threw back his head and screamed, bucking against the man, into his thrusts, wanting everything, and more. Incredibly, he heard an answering sound, a growl that almost sounded like a shout in his ear, as Severus thrust in deep, shuddering. From there it was just all sensation, surrounding him, inside him, drowning him as he shuddered through his own orgasm, his semen wet between him. It seemed to go on even longer than the first one, until both of them were spent, Severus resting most of his weight on him, panting, his hands still on Harry's hips.
Even that part, feeling somewhat squashed beneath his old potions master, felt good to Harry. In some way, it cemented the whole experience. That had been real. And wonderful. Harry found himself grinning at the ceiling of his bedroom, thinking life had suddenly become a lot more bearable.
Strangely enough, it felt right that it should be with someone else as messed up as himself, as much a survivor.
Me and Snape, Harry thought, as the tremors of afterglow still went through him, sending little arcs of pleasure. Who would have thought?
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