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CH22 AN: Reviewers: phoenix-rob – I'm sorry, the boys refused to co-operate in the last chapter. As for if Harry's gay. This chapter should definitely answer that question.
MomoTheMoogle - Oh I giggled at your “Mother of damn I'm dying here,” I'll pass on your liking of The Unbearable series. And wow, if that got you into Drarry that's pretty awesome!
Nannon10 – I really work to make my stuff believable, so will try and make characters behave realistically, so, yes, in my stories, Harry is more likely to question his sexuality. Wish he wouldn't; he was meant to have been fucking Severus last chapter!
Thanks for saying I've become a better writer. I really need to go back and re-write Lentesco, cos I like the plot, but I just re-read recently myself and couldn't follow some of it, so it definitely needs some work!
Book_addict_89 – “jbhcfcvcghbjnsldkxm!!!!” LOL! That expressed frustration rather nicely.
Thunderbird – thanks for your comments about not pressuring myself. Somehow, after reading that, I immediately wanted to go and write the sequel (weird, eh?), and it is now completely planned. I think part of the problem was I was struggling to see how to get sexy time in, but I've managed it quite well in the end.
And I never promised shagging in chapter 21. I may have misled you with the preview, but I never promised it!
As it is technically Monday 12th June here (by 23 minutes), as I've just come back from seeing Penn & Teller (seriously awesome!), I thought I'd post this before falling into bed. And now, onto whatever this chapter brings, whether it be sexy time (finally) or me tormenting you all some more...SP
Chapter 22 - Rising
“Harry, my boy, are you all right?” That was Slughorn, looking down at him and noticing the slightly shaking hands as the student finely chopped the mint he was working on.
“Fine, professor,” Harry lied.
He hadn't thought it would bother him, being in his potions room, being in what had been for so long Snape's room, not when he had spent lessons in it with Slughorn as his instructor. But with tonight whirling in his mind, and being in Snape's domain, he was finding it nigh on impossible to focus on anything but how much he wanted to kiss Severus.
Slughorn gave him a disbelieving look but passed on, leaving Harry to sigh in relief and turn back to his attempt. He ignored his growling stomach – he had been unable to eat anything for breakfast nor break – and tried to just get through the next minute. Each thought was, Just get through this minute, and the one after, and the one after...
Next to him on one side sat a Hufflepuff fifth-year girl, quietly chopping her own mint. On his other side was a Ravenclaw boy who had already added his mint and was now making notes on parchment whilst he waited for the leaves to dissolve in the mixture. Having finally established himself in his new groups, Harry was glad that he was at this particular table. The Hufflepuff girl he had vaguely recognised. She had said that she believed he wasn't the heir of Slytherin, back when there had been a giant ruddy snake wandering through the pipes. Mind you, she had also blamed him for attacking Mrs Norris, so she wasn't always right. Still, at least she hadn't thought him vile back when most of the school had.
The Ravenclaw he hadn't really known, except he'd seen the youth flying once or twice and had thought him quite skilful. However, he had had no idea of the boy's identity until the lad had stuck his hand out during Harry's first lesson with him and announced “Toby Lennox. And I know who you are, of course.”
Now, sitting between Emily and Toby, Harry hoped they would keep him grounded during the next few minutes. All they had to do was stop him running out of the room and finding Severus and snogging him in front of his shocked class. Nothing difficult.
The morning had been torture for Harry. He had already sat through Muggle Studies with the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins and tried not to let the heavy tense silence that morning in Snape's rooms weigh heavily upon him. He'd spent far too much time thinking over and over of the look Severus had given him before they had gone their separate ways – intense and yet thoughtful. What had it meant? Now, he had only a few more minutes of potions to get through and then he would be free for a while to attempt the homework he needed to do. Not that he thought he'd be much good at it.
Still, at least Friday period four was a shared free with Hermione and Ron. He generally looked forward to it, but today he feared what the witch would deduce.
The only good thing was that every minute brought him closer and closer to the promised Friday night. And … his hands were shaking again. Putting them between his thighs he squeezed his legs together, determined to control his quivering body. His jangling nerves were quite another matter.
***
Rather than go down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione for lunch, Harry had muttered something about wanting to drop his bag off first and headed straight for the rooms he shared with Snape.
He did drop his bag on his bed and switch out the items he'd need for the afternoon, but that wasn't why he was in the chambers. No, he was hoping there would be a tell-tale swish as the door opened and a robed figure strode in.
There!
He hurried out of the room and saw Snape entering. The door had barely closed before he was launching himself into the older man's arms and kissing him desperately, all the contained need and passion that had been building in him that morning spilling out.
Severus kissed him back just as hungrily before managing to extricate himself.
“I needed that!” Harry gasped, head pressed against the taller wizard's chest.
Snape didn't reply; instead he merely cupped the messy black hair and began stroking.
After a long time still, the youngster sighed. “I suppose I should have some lunch. I am getting hungry.” Just as he finished speaking, his stomach made a series of odd noises that made the two men smile.
“I can hear you are,” the teacher commented dryly. “Now, I was right in thinking you'd need something to burn off your need today. Do you think you could possibly concentrate this afternoon? I've already had Horace asking me if your symptoms were worsening as you were shaking so badly during his lesson.”
Blushing, Harry nodded. “It was just being in the potions classroom. It was yours for so long. I just kept picturing you there.”
“And couldn't control yourself because of my insane good looks and how very much you wanted my wonderful body,” Snape said, rolling his eyes.
“Pretty much,” came the serious response.
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Surprisingly, Harry managed to focus in Charms. Part of it was having got some sexual tension released by kissing Snape so thoroughly, but part of it was just how difficult Charms was at NEWT level, especially as he was still struggling with concepts missed during his first changes. Too, Hermione and Ron were by his side, and he had to push down anything Severus related in case the intelligent witch picked up something she shouldn't have done. He didn't think he could bear it if she suddenly asked him about his relationship with the older wizard.
As it was, Charms ended at last, with a pile of homework to be completed before the following week's lesson, and Harry was finally free of school. He just needed to get through dinner and then he and Snape...
It was usually thoughts like that which made him squirm as he contemplated what they were about to do. He was still nervous about it; after their first attempt, who wouldn't be? But he knew he wanted to lie with the older man and be entered by him. If he could just hold it together, and hold his fears in check, he was sure it would be incredible.
Going back to their chambers, he dropped his bag by the side of his bed and slumped inelegantly onto the soft linens, drawing a few deep breaths to calm himself. He was wound so tightly!
“Harry?”
He jerked upwards. Severus was here? Surprised, Harry quickly shifted to stand where he could see the other wizard.
Snape was just standing by the main door, looking with unerring precision at the entrance to the boy's room. The focus was so intense.
“I have arranged that dinner is brought to us here, tonight,” he commented softly, all too aware that he would have found it nearly impossible to behave normally in the hall when his mind and body was so very sensitive. “I suggest,” he went on, “that you have a shower, and pay close attention to those areas that will be most on display,” Snape forced back a blush, “then change into something loose and comfortable...”
“... and easily get out-of-able?” Harry added panting.
Not speaking, unable to, Severus nodded. “Then we can eat and take things entirely at our own pace.”
Suddenly feeling dry mouthed, Harry dipped his head too. His heart was thudding in his chest as he realised it was really going to happen. He was really, honestly, truly going to have sex with Snape.
Around three quarters of an hour later, the house elves sent along a nice meal, possibly much nicer than what the rest of the school was having, as it seemed unlikely that the rest of the student body was eating rare steak with fresh salad (for Severus) or chips (for Harry), followed by a beautifully decadent cheese-cake drizzled with lemon sauce (for Severus) or caramel sauce (for Harry).
“That was lovely,” the boy commented, rubbing his full stomach, remembering with pleasure the delight of chewing on the rare meat. Inside him, the wolf was almost purring.
“Indeed. I shall have to remember to thank the elves,” Snape commented as he piled up the empty plates and placed them, and the platter they had arrived on, on a shelf near the kitchen table. “And now the evening is ours.”
Unaccountably, Harry blushed. He shifted awkwardly in his seat. His ass felt scrubbed clean after his shower, and it was rubbing against his trousers as he had not put on any underwear.
Eyes scrutinising the boy's face closely, Severus said sharply, “This does not have to happen tonight, Harry. Not tonight nor any night, if you do not wish it.”
“I do,” the Gryffindor responded, then admitted, “I'm just so scared, Severus. I remember what it felt like at Christmas, and I'm so scared it'll feel like that again.” Harry drew in a shuddering breath, “I don't think I could bear to be disappointed again by us not being able to have sex.”
The teacher moved across the room and knelt at Harry's feet. His face was oddly tender. “I completely understand. I wish very much that you had not been hurt when we tried this at Christmas. It has never been my intention to hurt you...”
“Not physically, but sometimes you've been a right git!” Harry interrupted.
“Indeed, and that will most definitely not alter! However, tonight can take as long as we both need it to. Tomorrow is Saturday and there is no need to get up early and join the school for breakfast, so if it takes us hours to feel ready, it truly does not matter.”
Eyes warm, Harry gently pulled Snape closer and kissed the older man's cheeks, forehead and chin before finally brushing his lips across Severus' warm ones. He pressed in close, enjoying the warmth of this sometimes cold-seeming man, and enjoyed even more the slight moan coming from the wizard as a tongue slicked across his skin.
Harry pushed his tongue between the lips, flicking the tip across the slick teeth, and then between the teeth as the mouth opened to let him in. Severus' own tongue pressed out and slid along Harry's, and then they were both moaning. Snape's hands moved. One cupped the head, whilst the other stroked along ribs, stomach, and over slightly twitching thighs. His sensitive fingers traced idle patterns over the younger man's body, feeling the muscles jumping and twitching when they were touched by him.
“Severus,” Harry groaned, voice deep with need, when he finally managed to pull his lips away and throw his head back, slightly thumping the back of the chair.
Snape took advantage of the position and began placing soft kisses along the neck, briefly pressing his lips to the scarred flesh before moving on. He didn't want to focus on the damaged portion of Harry's body, but at the same time he wanted the other wizard to realise he was accepted and desired, scars and all.
Harry shuddered as the lips brushed his sensitive skin. He longed to lie down and open his legs already, and they had barely begun. His fingers gripped the dark hair, never wanting to be parted from this man who was already giving him such pleasure. Even with nothing rubbing his shaft, he still felt painfully close to climax, and he jerked his hips, needing to ease the pressure he felt building.
“Please,” he begged, voice still intense.
As one of Snape's hands moved and scrubbed against his cock his fingers clenched and he came, hips thrusting up, a cry of ecstasy filling the room. Whimpering, Harry tried to shift away from the tortuous hand. Now that he had released, the touch was almost painful against his over-sensitive length.
“Please,” he pleaded, a hint of pain in his voice.
Snape dropped his head and undid the drawstring tie on Harry's trousers. The thick scent of arousal swept up from the drenched material and made his head spin. What it did to the wolf was easy to guess. Above him, Harry shifted and growled, breath gusting heavily in and out of his nostrils as he smelled his own climax. Kneeling and lowering his head, the teacher licked the wet dick, cleaning it of its stickiness and tormenting the boy who was writhing and keening above him.
“Oh, gah, Sev... oh, shit, please!”
Feeling as though half of his hair was being tugged out, Snape pulled the still swollen shaft inside his hot mouth and sucked.
“AHHHHHHH!” Harry shrieked, hips slamming upwards involuntarily. He pulled on the black hair, helpless to fight the need burning through him despite his recent release.
As Severus swallowed him, the clever fingers were working at Harry's clothes, tugging down the loose trousers so that with some help from the youngster (lifting his hips), he was able to get the material to pool at the boy's ankles. He slid his hands under the top next, stroking the twitching stomach with gentleness whilst his mouth continued to worship the stiff shaft.
His head thrashing from side to side, Harry came a second time.
Pulling free (and finally able to as Harry's fingers had gone limp as his climax had boiled out of him), Severus pulled the top off swiftly and returned his lips to the skin. This time they trailed all over the chest, surrounding hard nipples. Feeling the groan rumbling in Harry's throat, he smiled and pulled on a nub whilst his tongue lashed at it. His next move was to use his strong digits to squeeze the other hard bud and roll it around before he latched on to it and nibbled and licked at it. Moving back and forth he licked and squeezed and rubbed and bit at the two pink lumps until they were swollen and distended due to his attentions.
Harry was almost sobbing for breath, he felt so out of control and desperate.
Finally satisfied with how he had aroused the younger man, Severus pulled on the hips to draw Harry's buttocks forward off the cushion so that the boy's ass was exposed to his attentions.
“Oh, shit! NO!” Harry screamed when Severus licked between the buttocks.
At once the older wizard stopped. He pulled away and admired the blushing cheeks, the reddened nipples, and the once again hard penis.
“You do not wish that?” Snape asked softly.
“I – it's … I never ...” Harry couldn't form a coherent thought. The notion that Severus wanted to lick him down there was such a turn on, and yet he felt ashamed of his desire. Wasn't it disgusting?
“Yes or no, Harry. Do you wish me to resume that action?” Snape realised how aroused the other man was and knew he had to simplify his requests.
Face burning, his lower lip being worried by his teeth, Harry nodded. His eyes rolled into his head when Severus once again licked at him in that most private place, and he clutched wildly at the arms of the chair to try and keep himself grounded. He'd never have believed such an action could possibly be arousing, but he was so painfully hard, and so far all the other wizard had done was lick again and again at the puckered outside.
Harry screamed, one long unbroken note of passion, when Severus' tongue breached him and began tongue fucking his sensitive channel. His hips jerked helplessly. So much so that Snape was forced to use one hand to hold the youngster down as he tormented the tight passage.
Using a quick non-verbal spell, he called the jar of lubricant to his side. He had placed it near at hand, but since he had begun kissing Harry, he no longer had any notion of where the oil might have been. Now, he managed to uncap it one handed and dip one long finger in to thoroughly coat it. That done, he brought the digit up and let it tease at the hole too. He pulled his tongue most way out, just leaving the tip inside to flick back and forth and drive the youth even more insane with need.
When he plunged his finger into the tight hole, he was pleased with the breathy moan that came from the Gryffindor, and even more pleased by the way the hips pushed against the invader, wanting it deeper and deeper.
“Fuck me,” Harry panted as his body was prepared.
Severus finger curled within the channel and flicked at the hidden nub.
“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Harry wailed, body pistoning uselessly.
Snape pulled himself free and dipped two fingers into the oil. On the chair, legs spread wide, Harry was begging for more. The older man had no intention of leaving the boy waiting and pushed both digits in, spreading them apart within the passage so that he could stretch it. He watched Harry's face carefully for any sign that the stretching was causing him discomfort, but all he saw was need. Well, need and drool. Twisting his hand to ensure the oil covered every bit of the hot passage, he pulled part way out before pressing back in. He moved in and out of Harry again and again, loving the way the hips twitched when he pressed most deeply into the body and stroked the bump inside.
Once again he pulled free and this time dipped three fingers into the oil. Now he returned and set to work to open the tight canal enough to accept his generous cock. In and out he moved, deep then shallow, fast then slow. And all the time Harry was panting and begging, incoherent nonsense spilling from his lips as he was played like an instrument.
At last he felt sure the other wizard was ready. He tugged his fingers free and stripped out of his clothes. Like Harry, he had changed out of his 'uniform' and was instead in a plain black shirt and black trousers. And like Harry had done, he hadn't bothered with underwear.
Leaning up, he kissed the beautiful mouth before whispering, “Lie on the floor with me.”
Barely able to think past the aching emptiness he felt now that Severus wasn't inside him, Harry obeyed. He lay on his back and looked into intense black eyes.
Snape was kneeling between Harry's legs and was applying oil to his cock, eyes fixed on the face below him. He moved the jar to safety and seemed to be gathering himself. Not looking at Harry, he was surprised when he felt a hand press against his chest.
“Yes,” Harry whispered. “Yes, I'm sure.”
The demanding mouth descended, swallowing up the youth's cries of pleasure as he was slowly filled by the thick cock he had ached for. Snape pushed an inch or two in and stopped. He pulled his face free and looked down. There was no sign of distress, and he felt relief wash over him. His hips jerked forward, ramming more of his desperate hardness into the body.
Harry had feared he would feel pain; that his memory of Christmas Eve would stop him relaxing enough, but now, feeling himself being taken by Severus, he knew he'd never feel anything as wonderful for the rest of his life, not even if he lived to be 150.
He tilted his hips up, able to feel the slow slide of the thick shaft possessing him. Experimentally, he clenched.
Severus gasped. “Harry!” he panted, voice filled with lust and warning.
Clenched, he had felt so much fuller. It had felt perfect. He clenched again.
“Harry!” There was no mistaking the warning in the tone this time.
“Fuck me,” Harry commanded, feeling the hot balls brushing against him and knowing that Severus was completely inside him. He felt so full that it should have hurt, but somehow it didn't; it just made him hornier than ever.
“Give me... a minute...” Snape gasped out, hands shaking slightly as he clutched at Harry's hips.
Seeing how close to losing control Severus was humbled Harry. He'd known that the older wizard wanted him, but somehow he'd never appreciated just how much he was desired.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, Severus tugged partly free and pushed back in.
Harry arched his back and moaned.
Snape repeated the action, jabbing in a little more violently.
“Fuck, yes!” Harry hissed.
And again, Severus thumped in. This time the cock slid smoothly along the slick inside and prodded the secret gland.
“Oh, shit, yes!” Harry shouted.
Severus' grip on the hips tightened and he let himself go, hips snapping back and forth to fill the channel with his aching length, cock twitching and jerking within so that it slammed into the lump again and again; panting and groaning he powered into the lithe body, sobbing as Harry clenched around him and he screamed, hips snapping back and forth, driving his hardness deeper and deeper into the spasming body. His climax spurted into the channel and he collapsed onto the equally as drained youngster.
There was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing for a few moments.
“Well, that was...” Harry panted finally as he lay under Severus, his legs still spread, and Snape's softening cock still within him. He clenched and grinned when the older man groaned.
“Stop that,” the older man said, chest heaving as he drew in shuddering breaths.
Suddenly Harry snorted and muttered, “Adequate grasp of theory. A thousand points to Slytherin.” He laughed at the bemused expression on the older wizard's face. “Well, our student-teacher relationship is changed forever!”
“Don't,” Snape responded seriously. “Don't remind me of that.”
Shifting, Harry moved so that his legs were no longer wrapped around the man who had so thoroughly claimed his body. He shifted his head and their lips brushed together. “Sorry,” he offered, “I didn't mean to make you feel bad.”
“I feel like a disgusting old man,” Snape groused. “And what's worse is that I can't wait to do it again.”
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CH22 AN – Hope that was worth the wait. And be honest, how many of you were scared I was going to make Harry unable to take Severus' cock again?! SP
CH23 preview: “H-Harry,” Severus moaned, his voice on the cusp of pleading. This is how I'm going to die, he thought, being tormented until I can't take any more!
Saying the youngster's name had been a mistake as Harry abruptly stopped and asked innocently, “Is something wrong, Severus?”
“Something wrong?!” Snape choked out, and suddenly he lost control. “Stop teasing me and get on with it!” he almost sobbed.
“Aye aye, sir!” Harry responded …
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