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Unleashed	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I make no money in the writing of this fanfiction.

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I really want them to go all the way. Here's some fun beforehand. I wanted to address so much more - sweetness between them, living together, waht they do in spare time, Harry finishing his education, potions, Ron and Hermione, but...I'm so sorry. I didn't start writing this fic soon enough, and now I'm on a plane tomorrow. I'm giving all I can; I'm sorry I can't give more.

I loved writing Snarry! Hope to write more fics in the future. Shorter ones, heh.

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UNLEASHED

EPILOGUE

Part 1.1

Harry gingerly stepped forward. He was moving so slowly.

“Come on, Harry,” Severus teased. “Are you a Gryffindor or what? It’s only a bit of water.”

“A bit!” Harry laughed. “It’s an ocean, you idiot!”

Severus stalked forward from his position deeper in the ocean, and pulled Harry to him tightly. “Do you think I’d let it sweep you away?”

Mmm. Harry rested his head on Severus’s shoulder. It had taken Severus time to get used to that, but once he’d decided to just relish it, he loved every moment like this.

But the boy needed to not be such a pansy about the water. “Aaargh!” Harry shouted as suddenly Severus whipped him around, trading places with him, and pushed Harry in.

Harry spluttered underwater, floundering. It wasn’t even that deep! Yet his face was scrunched in concentration, as he heaved and tried to get his body out of the water. It sent a cold jab slicing into Severus’s gut to see him like that. He yanked the boy out.

“You idiot,” Severus hissed, “Don’t you know how to swim?”

“Actually, not much,” Harry growled, “So this is rather pointless. And I’m freezing!”

Severus laughed as Harry leapt out of the water and ran up to the house on the beach. “A good case of blue balls, it sounds like!”

“Shut it!” Harry called out over his shoulder.

They met up again half an hour later, showered and with dry clothes. Harry had taken a liking to dinner outside by the waves. Severus had decided to amuse him, even though the wind was something fierce.

They watched the waves, eating silently. There was something so soothing about the sound, Severus had to admit. It seemed to steal away any troublesome thoughts and take it into itself, so that you didn’t have to contemplate them any longer.

Harry lay back, finished scarfing his meal. He looked over at Severus from where his head lay in his arms. “Do you miss making potions? It’s been a while.”

Severus laughed. Miss it? How could he miss it, when he had what he wanted right in front of him?

“I don’t miss it. Not here. It feels like…it’s in the background, for now, and I don’t mind that at all.”

Harry grinned. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

Severus finished his last bite, and looked down at the boy stretched out on the blanket. For once he was on his back instead of his stomach. He saw Severus looking at him, and kept looking in return. Severus could tell that, like a typical teenager, he was just waiting, waiting for some intimate contact beyond kissing. It was quite funny to see him wait, really.

But even as he looked, he realized…maybe he shouldn’t wait. They had already been here for two weeks, hiking, flying a little bit, reading…how much time did they have left to be here? Before they had to figure out real world things, like whether to stay at Grimmauld or Severus’s, and how to tell Harry’s friends that they were…together?

He found his body moved for him, without proper communication. It made him wipe his mouth, put down his plate, and go to lie down next to Harry. Then, it made him lean over so that his long hair acted as a curtain over them, and kiss Harry.

Harry had been waiting for it, he could tell. He gripped Severus’s shoulders tightly, pulling him closer. His tongue did not dilly-dally around, but directly communicated his need. He moaned when Severus responded, slipping his tongue deep into that sweet mouth, gliding and thrusting, milking as many sounds from Harry as he could.

His hand, uncontrolled, tapped a pattern down Harry’s neck, and unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of Harry’s shirt. Again he pushed his tongue over Harry’s lips, just delighting in having him so close.

“Mmm, Harry,” he whispered, “Harry…you’re more than I can stand…”

“Don’t stand, then,” Harry said in a laugh-whisper, “No need.”

His hands went up into Severus’s hair, where he pulled it, even as his tongue went, again, to lick over Severus’s ear. Mmm, he wanted it! His tongue was playful, eager, and a low moan came from his throat. He was so vocal, even in this. It drove Severus mad, to think of what he would sound like if they went further…

He pushed his age-gap-guilt away, and pressed feather-light kisses and bites down Harry’s neck. Then, because it seemed he’d lost all ability to contain himself, his hands crept down to the hem of Harry’s shirt, and slowly pushed it up. The boy shrugged it the rest of the way off, and lay back down, his eyes sparkling with desire. He had a satisfied smirk on his face.

“As unoriginal as it may seem at this point, I have to tell you that you’re beautiful,” Severus said.

Harry blushed. “Er. Actually, no one’s told me that before…”

“Well, now you know.”

He couldn’t stop looking now, and he couldn’t stop touching, either. He let his hand drift down, over the smooth skin across Harry’s collarbones, down past the sweet rose of his nipples, to the flat belly, and the navel with dark hair beneath it…there, quite breathless, with arousal tickling through him, he stopped.

He licked his lips, and looked up into Harry’s eyes. The boy was still flushed – embarrassment? Nervousness? He sat up slowly, which caused Severus’s hand to fall even lower – he gripped Harry’s belt suddenly, anchoring his hand so it wouldn’t be tempted to go to any more dangerous places on Harry’s body.

“I know you want it,” Harry whispered hoarsely. “You can’t deny it.”

Severus smiled, and brushed his free hand through Harry’s hair. “So you’re an ‘it’ now, are you? That’s new.”

He kissed Harry again, slow, longing, and tried to move his hand from its awkward placement on Harry’s belt, but a warm, callused palm pressed down over it and insisted that it stay.

“I don’t fancy getting sand everywhere,” Severus growled. “Let’s clean up.”

“You always say what you don’t want,” Harry snapped. Then he softened. “But your body gives you away.”

He stood up, pulling Severus with him, and put his hands around Severus’s wrist like a vice. Dragging Severus behind him, he walked up to the little cottage, and then threw himself down onto the sofa in the sitting room.

“Continue,” he said with a smile.

“A sofa,” Severus rolled his eyes. “How classy.” He yanked his hand out of Harry’s grip, and stood up – only to find himself bowled over, practically, by a long, lean body. He stumbled back, and caught himself on the wall next to the fireplace, almost hitting a picture frame.

Any protests he had were stolen from him, when Harry began a series of kisses. They were short and hungry, and they traveled from Severus’s mouth up to his ear, then down his neck, where Harry paused to suck and lick enough to create a welt, again, on Severus’s shoulder.

Then his strong, impatient hands were slowly tearing a cut down Severus’s robes, until he reached the waist. There, Severus stopped him, holding Harry’s hands with one hand, and holding up his robes with another. They were about to fall off, and the prospect left his heart hammering in his chest. Harry may have liked him so far, but would he like it if he saw all of Severus? It was too sudden.

“You’re such a shy dolt,” Harry whined. But he let Severus maintain his grip on his robes. Instead, he created a wholly different situation, by pressing his body up as tight as it could be if it were not for Severus’s hand holding the robes. As it was, the knuckles of Severus’s hand were touched by the hairs directly above Harry’s belt.

Harry continued his explorations with his mouth. His hands rested on Severus’s back, caging him in, holding him, and keeping him sane while also driving him mad. As he kissed further south, his hands traced random shapes lightly on Severus’s back. His mouth brushed down Severus’s chest, nose huffing through the dark, curled hairs there. Then his tongue –

Oh Merlin fallen from his broomstick…Beautiful, inexperienced, impatient Harry, arced his tongue across a nipple, and when that created a groan that escaped from Severus without his permission, he put his mouth over it, and sucked. Then he used his teeth to nibble just a little.

Then he wasn’t even done! Merlin! His mouth, the conduit for his lust, drifted further over Severus, to his navel. His hands, which had been on Severus’s back, slid cold fingertips beneath the back of Severus’s robes, to tease the tight, tense globes of his arse. Then, thoroughly naughty, they slipped inside all the way, and groped the cheeks.

Severus moaned. This was too good. He quite liked how forceful Harry was being, actually. At first it had been frightening, titillating, now it was delicious. He appreciated that firm grip of fingers over his arse. He liked the calluses scraping over his skin, teasing him. He liked Harry’s mouth and tongue, trying to taste every bit of him, it seemed. His cock, so close to Harry’s kiss-reddened mouth now, was a tortured, thrusting thing, just pleading for fulfillment. It knew it was close.

When Harry began to play at his navel, pushing his tongue in and out, Severus was gone. His hungry cock burgeoned, and a low groan slipped from his mouth. He put his hand in Harry’s hair, pulling at it. Then, with a gasp, he let Harry drag the rest of his robes off of him.

Before Harry did anything more, he wanted him to have a good look. This was not all fun and games with Severus Snape. If this were going to happen, he knew he would want more. He would want all of Harry, every gorgeous bit. He didn’t know if Harry wanted Severus to take his virginity away.

Besides, Severus’s size had often intimidated many people. If Harry couldn’t handle it, then there was no use doing anything else.

So he shoved Harry so hard that the teenager fell back on the floor flat on his arse. He sat there, his brows down in dismay, but then he got an eyeful, and his mouth dropped open in surprise.

Severus drank in the sight of Harry, because although he fiercely wanted him, he knew this might be all he got. Harry was eager, but he might not want Severus to take all of him. Especially not with the good look he was getting. So he purposefully let his gaze drink in Harry, and enjoy a little more.

The teenager was flushed in his face, and it rode all the way down to his neck. His torso was delightfully bare, strong and smooth. The muscles in his arms were tense. His beautiful hands lay back on the wood floor. His trousers had slipped down a little – or been pulled on purpose? – to reveal the bones of his hips. Severus wanted to take hold of them.

With his knees on either side of him like that, Severus had a clear view of Harry’s arousal, bulging in the trousers that he wore. Mmm. It looked so good. Severus wanted it. He wanted to see all of Harry. But why reward himself like that, if Harry didn’t want it?

“Is that supposed to scare me?” Harry said. “’Cause it doesn’t. Merlin, it really doesn’t…”

He got up on his knees, and edged forward. Severus watched as a trembling hand drew slowly up his thigh. Merlin, even that was good. It made his cock twitch in anticipation. He focused on the five fingertips ghosting up his skin, even as he stared at Harry – his eyes, his wet, bitten mouth, his body.

Then, a warm grip surrounded his cock, and drew those fingers up it in one long slide. Severus shuddered. He shouldn’t be letting Harry do this, he told himself. It shouldn’t be happening. But he couldn’t stop it now. Never.

Harry put another hand into the mix, so that as he moved his grip back down to the base of Severus’s cock, with a thumb of his other hand, he lightly touched the head. Another moan was wrenched out of Severus, and he forced himself not to thrust.

With his eyes just staring at what he was doing, and his tongue drawing over his lips again and again in an agonizing manner, Harry drew his thumb all over the head. Then he coasted it down, down, exploring the balls, then the shaft again. He breathed heavily through his mouth, still blushing red.

With a hard swallow, Harry leaned in. He pressed a gentle, tentative kiss to Severus’s cock.

After that, he could have done anything. Severus pulled at Harry’s hair even harder, and as Harry kissed him again, he whispered, “Please…”

The boy couldn’t stop himself now. He kissed Severus harder, longer, and then in one quick move his tongue darted out – once, twice, Merlin it tickled over the head. Then he was full on licking, and deep sounds of pleasure twisted out of him, as he began to lick furiously. He was fast, and then he slowed.

His tongue tasted every inch. It lapped over Severus, strong and slow, milking sounds from him that he hadn’t thought he could make. Then it was over the head, tasting, licking, and then Harry sucked at the head a little, groaning, his eyes closed.

“Are you…sure you want it that bad?” Severus moaned. He knew it was an inane question, because Harry was just brimming with want, but he wanted to hear Harry’s answer.

The teenager didn’t even give him one. He just glared up at Severus, and went back to it.

His sweet, wet, hot mouth began to glide slowly down, taking Severus in. He made his progress slow but steady. He got halfway. Even that was good, and Severus did not expect any more. But then, with an intense moan that was both need and a fierce will, Harry sunk his mouth over the rest.

He began to moan, over and over, even as Severus slowly pulled out, and then in. Shocked at Harry, totally mind blown, he let his body take him over. He could not think. He was just sweet sensation. He was the pull of Harry’s lips over his cock, the shiver that flashed through him when Harry’s tongue wiggled over him, the gasp, the arching of his back, when Harry sucked and sucked.

Harry’s eager tongue licked at the underside. His teeth scraped over Severus, even, just a little. For every thrust he was moaning. When Severus could not help but pick up the pace, he let him. Then they were both moving together, one thrusting and one sucking, head bobbing. Their sounds filled the room. Severus pounded into that gorgeous mouth over and over…

He watched the mouth sucking over him. He watched those lovely green eyes, the fluttering eyelashes…and he came, hard, and watched as Harry swallowed some of it, and the rest dripped down the sides of his mouth.

Severus sat down hard on the floor, gasping. He cleaned up the mess with a flick of his wand.

Panting, Harry sat down next to him. Then, as if on second thought, he got up. His face reddened again as he said, “Er, excuse me.” He started to leave, headed towards the loo, and Severus thought, Really? He thinks I’d leave him alone now?

He heaved himself up, and naked, walked over to grab Harry’s hand. In a whirl, he turned Harry around, and looked with a smile into those surprised green eyes.

“Let me.”

He pushed Harry gently onto the sofa, chuckling at Harry’s surprise. Then, with hands slightly clammy, he pressed over those hip bones, grabbing them. Then he edged his hands slowly in, over that belt. He was breathless as his fingers unbuckled it, and it fell to the floor with a loud clank.

In one smooth move, he rid Harry of all of it – the trousers, the socks, the plain white shorts. Then he just sat back and admired Harry – his Harry! Oh Merlin.

Harry was gorgeous. He sat back on the couch, his cock erect and beautiful. His size was impressive. His tense legs were long and muscled, his beautiful hands pressed hard against them. He kept licking his lips, nervous, but his eyes flashing in admiration over Severus were bright and pleased.

The moment that Severus’s hand brushed lightly over Harry’s cock, Harry gasped. He leaned forward, yanking painfully at Severus’s hair and murmuring his name. The more that Severus stroked, the louder Harry became. He was so close, too close, to completion. He was so aroused by putting his mouth all over Severus.

That was more a compliment than anything Severus had gotten in a long time.

Oh, he couldn’t help himself. Harry was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and ever could call his own. Merlin, how had he come to be here, with Harry? He almost thought he would be pulled away at any second, like a dream.

He leaned in, and arced his tongue up high, and then low, over Harry’s cock. He kept his eyes on Harry’s the whole time.

The young man stared into Severus’s eyes, murmuring his name. Then, he shut his eyes, and pushed. Severus let his partner take over, taking in the press of that cock hard and deep in his mouth. He groaned as Harry began to push in harder, and then when Harry came, he drank it all in.

He laughed as Harry slumped back onto the couch, and sat down next to him, an arm around his shoulder.

“Was it good enough for you?”

Harry laughed. “You stupid sod. You’re amazing.” Then, teasing, he smirked sidelong at Severus. “I knew I picked you for a reason.”

“Oho, so that’s why?” Severus laughed. He took Harry’s hand and led him up to his room. “You haven’t even seen it all yet…”

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