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In the Cold, Cold Night	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, nor am I making any money off of it. It's called FANfiction because I DON'T own it, right? Right. Good that we're clear.

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III.

By the time the door closed behind him and Severus
whispered a few charms that would block sound from traveling beyond
the thin walls, Harry was shamelessly erect again. It took very
little – he was a teenage boy, after all, and a wizard. The
combination had a way of making impossible things come to pass.

Severus swallowed the lump in his throat as the boy
pulled him further into the darkened room. This was wrong. Oh, it
was so very, very wrong. And yet he could no more resist it than the
sands of a shoreline can resist the pull of the tide. He must be
mad, agreeing to do such things with a boy at least half his age.

But Harry crushed their lips together and started
tearing at the buttons of Snape's robes, and the fine line between
right and wrong evaporated until there was nothing but desire between
them. Snape pulled a rolled wad of cloth from inside the robe only a
moment before Harry tossed the rest of the garment to the floor. He
put his wand and the tied cloth bundle on the nightstand.

“What's that?” Harry whispered, but kissed
Severus again before the man had time to answer. He curled his
fingers around the older man's shoulders and gave Snape's tongue free
reign of his mouth as Severus loosened the various ties and buttons
of his tunic and tossed it back to join his outer robes on the floor.

“Potions,” Severus answered briefly before
their lips connected again.

Harry pressed his hands to the man's bare stomach,
moaning softly at finally feeling some bare flesh, and eagerly
unfastening his professor's trousers – one button, two, three,
six, done! He pushed Snape down to the bed and tugged them off. He
got momentarily hung up around the man's boots – more bloody
buttons! - but eventually found his gaze roving over the Slytherin in
all his alabaster glory. His breath caught in his throat and he
unconsciously squeezed his cock to ease some of the pressure building
in his balls. He wanted...but his inexperience had him stumbling.
With so much skin exposed, he didn't know where to begin. He shifted
from one foot to the other. Harry wasn't a complete fool; he knew
most people wouldn't find Snape attractive, but the dark eyes and
hair coupled with the luminescent skin and the long prick nestled in
a thatch of black curls that gradually thinned as they raced up
towards his navel were more than enough to leave Harry utterly
enchanted. He unconsciously licked his lips.

Severus smirked at him a little. Harry infuriated him
most of the time, but naked in the dead of night he became
exponentially more charming. He slid up the mattress, back against
the pillows, and let the boy suffer for a moment as he reached for
his pouch of potions and pulled one out. He unfastened the lid and
tilted the sweet liquor down his throat. He had not thought he would
ever need that particular potion, but he made it a point to be
prepared for any eventuality. He slipped the now empty vial back
into its sleeve as Harry stared at the long row of potions Snape had
on his person. There must be at least two dozen, all carefully kept.

“What was that?” Harry asked as he padded
over and climbed onto the bed.

Snape leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I am
no longer a teenage boy. If I am to be expected to keep up with one,
a supplement is advisable.”

Harry blushed, but the fact that Snape was willing to
try to 'keep up' with him went straight to the pit of his stomach. He
eagerly straddled Snape's hips, pressed his hands to his chest, and
kissed him again. It was sloppy, wet, over-eager, and absolutely
perfect. Snape's hands dragged down his back, cupped his arse.

“Do you want me to...you know?” Harry asked,
shifting his gaze towards Snape's prick, then back up to his dark
eyes and licking his lips.

“What do you want to do?” Severus
returned. He wanted to spoil the boy's innocence for anyone else at
this particular moment in time, but that could well be the
aphrodisiac talking and he wasn't about to do anything that Harry
didn't want.

Harry took a deep breath. “I want to,” he
said. “But...I mean, it's the first time so...you might have
to sort of...talk me through it.” He scooted down the mattress
as Snape adjusted his thighs open to give Harry room between them.
Harry looked at the prize he'd been fantasizing about since last year
and bit his lip nervously.

“Just do as you please, Harry,” Snape
assured him, petting his rumpled hair. “Do not just suck.
Also lick, bite if it feels right -gently- and try to enjoy
it. If the experience is pleasurable for you, it is more likely than
not that I will also be enjoying it. Just be careful. It is a
delicate organ.”

Harry grinned. “Yeah, rather know that much
already, having one n'all,” he joked. His own cock was pressed
into the duvet as he opened his mouth wide and carefully wrapped it
around Snape's prick. Try as he might, He couldn't even begin to
take it all in his mouth, and only managed about the first half
before his gag reflex kicked in. He tried to remember to breathe out
of his nose, but he felt clumsy and awkward. He wondered if Severus
was enjoying this at all as he bobbed his head. He felt the older
man's fingers carding through his hair, and that calmed him a bit.

“Relax, Harry,” Snape said huskily. “Oral
sex needn't be a chore. Explore it. Enjoy it.”

His professor's deep voice calmed his nerves and let
Harry do just that. Hands curled around the base, he slipped back
and started to lick his tip and around the head, pressed a few small
kisses to the shaft. He could feel Snape's thighs flexing beneath
him, hear the man's breathing slowly growing more ragged. Snape's
obvious signs of excitement egged him on, and he found very soon that
he felt less clumsy and awkward and, while he still could use a good
bit of practice, he was enjoying himself. He was actually
sucking off Professor Snape. How could he not love that? He
licked, sucked, bobbed his head. He felt the flesh pulsing between
his lips, the older man's fingers tightening in his hair and found
himself utterly rapt by the the sharp pants escaping Snape's lips. He
could taste the man's precum on his tongue, and found it not nearly
as unpleasant as what he'd heard. It was kind of cool, really. He'd
eaten Every Flavor Beans that tasted way worse. Hell, he'd probably
eaten a cum flavored bean and just not been able to identify it at
the time. They didn't call them 'every flavor' for nothing.

“Harry,” Severus rasped. “Stop, I...”

Harry stopped, but only briefly. “Don't worry,
Professor,” Harry said. “I want it. I'll swallow it.”
He meant it. He wanted to know what the Potions Master tasted like,
and he found the idea of drinking it down rather sexy. He lowered
his head over the shaft again and closed his lips, sucking as hard as
he could. He did want it. Badly.

Harry honestly had no idea what he was asking for.
Severus didn't dare allow it. The last thing he needed was an
inexperienced teenager choking on an orgasm as overwhelming as the
one he felt ready to explode from his manhood. He pulled the boy's
head back by the hair. “Not this time, Harry,” he
rasped.

“But!” Harry protested. He really, really
wanted to taste it. It wasn't fair! He was inexperienced, but he knew
his own desires.

Severus offered a barely lucid compromise. “Close
your eyes and open your mouth,” he said.

Harry was quick to comply. Snape was sure he must be
insane, but the boy was delicious and he needed to come, badly. He
wrapped his fingers around Harry's hand and led it in jerking his
shaft, once, twice, three times. That was all it took. He shuddered
and groaned as his seed arched thickly out of his cock and across
Harry's face. It splattered across the teen's cheeks, lips, into his
ready mouth. Harry felt the droplets splattering across his face and
tongue and dug his nails into the duvet as his own cock exploded into
the bedding. He was young, and it was incredibly sexy, and Severus
Snape was splattering cum all over his face. It was more than enough
to get him off. Again. He panted, swallowed as much of Snape's
orgasm as he could catch in his mouth, and let the older man pull him
up onto his chest.

They lay there breathlessly for a few moments before
Harry noticed the hard cock jabbing into his sternum. He took a few
more deep breaths before sitting up on his knees. Severus adjusted
himself into a more upright position as well. Harry was gorgeous
when he looked so thoroughly debauched, and he leaned forward to
devour the boy's mouth before licking the evidence of said debauchery
away from the corner of his mouth, across the bridge of his nose,
down his throat to the dip of his collarbone. He gently doted on the
boy as he removed every last drop of semen from his face. He
caressed his back, smoothed fingers over the soft cheeks of his bum,
dragged his nails lightly across the boy's thighs. Harry purred when
Snape pressed his palm into the arch of his back and leaned him
backward to lick and nip at his taut nipples. He moaned, already
feeling the blood flowing back to his cock when the older man wrapped
his hand around the overheated flesh. “Professor...oooh...”
he rasped, arching into the older man's touch.

It didn't take much to get Harry riled again, and Snape
pulled him back up to straddle his hips. Harry crushed their lips
together and raked his fingers through the older man's long, black
hair. “Professor,” he moaned between kisses. “Professor
Snape...” he purred before opening his mouth to Snape's
invasive tongue. “Please...”

“Please what, Potter?” Snape asked though he
damn well knew 'what' as he nibbled on Harry's throat and reached for
that packet of potions and his wand again.

“Fuck...Bloody fucking....nngh...” Harry
tried to get out a sentence but it was hard when every other word was
muffled by a kiss. “Shag me!” He imagined how deep
Snape's shaft would bury into his anus – far deeper than
fingers or a wand, or the sausages and various kinds of produce he'd
pilfered from the fridge when no one was looking – and
shuddered with desire. He wanted it; he felt as though he'd die if
he couldn't have it.

“Last chance to change your mind,” Severus
said as he suckled on Harry's ear, his fingers finding the potion he
was looking for – a clear, thin bottle, and his wand.

“Never,” Harry replied. “My arse is
yours, Professor Snape.”

He watched Severus uncork the bottle and pour its
contents into his palm, smoothing the glistening potion over the aged
wood of his wand. “In that case,” Snape replied. “I
very much intend to claim it.” He moved the wand out of
Harry's sight and soon the boy found himself bucking as it eased
smoothly into his anus.

“Aahn! I thought...ahhmmm...I thought you
said...this was a...oh fuck! ...Poor use for a wand!” he cried
out as the slicked rod brushed past his prostate.

Realizing what he'd found, Snape angled the wand to
press into it again as he drove it into the boy up to the hilt. He
listened to Harry pant and enjoyed the way the boy rocked and arched
eagerly against the intrusion. “It is,” he responded,
“if not properly sanitized.” He twisted the wand and
whispered a spell that Harry couldn't quite make out but one that had
the boy screaming in all of the best ways within instants.

Harry sobbed in bliss. The spell was pitiless. It was
like a whirlpool swirling inside of his body that started small, just
around the wand wiggling about between his buttocks, and gradually
expanded, pressing and stretching his anal muscles wide open. He
knew he'd never been stretched this wide or deep before, and yet it
felt so much better than any time he'd stretched himself because
a)magic was amazing and b)Snape knew how to do it right. He
shuddered. Even as the wand was removed and he heard it click
against the nightstand, he still arched his back under the throes of
the spell. “Wh-what did you...?”

Severus smirked a bit as Harry dropped his head onto his
shoulder. “You will grow accustomed to it, with enough
practice,” he purred.

Harry's cock twitched. He secretly hoped Snape would be
inclined to help him practice a lot, because this was the most
right anything in his life had felt in a long while, and he didn't
mean just the spell. Soon enough, it tapered off, and Harry gasped,
finding that he felt uncomfortably empty. He lifted his head
to meet Snape's gaze, sucking in his bottom lip and hoping upon hope
that the man understood how badly he needed, how intensely he
desired.

Snape got the message. He cupped Harry's chin and
pressed a delicate kiss to his mouth which quickly became eager, and
positioned himself at the stretched pucker. Their lips broke when
Harry gasped at the first penetration. He showed no signs of
resistance, so Severus continued to lower the boy over his taut shaft
without hesitation.

Harry clutched at the older man's shoulders, tried
desperately to remember to breathe as the hot, hard flesh slid into
him. It was supposed to hurt the first time, wasn't it? He heard
that it hurt. He supposed he could blame it on his creative use of
vegetables, but the reasons didn't matter. This felt wonderful.
So hot. So hard. So deep. Moist and pulsing. By the time he was
fully seated against his older lover's balls, his vision flashed
white and another orgasm overcame him.

Severus chuckled. “We will have to work on your
stamina, Harry.”

“S-sorry,” Harry rasped. “I...It'll
be up again in no time. Promise. Please don't stop.”

Severus dragged two fingers through the evidence of the
boy's release on his pale stomach and pressed them to Harry's lips.
Harry took the hint and eagerly licked them clean. “I do not
doubt it,” Snape replied. “Lascivious little imp.”

Harry blinked, unsure of whether that was intended as an
insult or a compliment, but it seemed like it was a good thing so he
didn't care in the least as the Head of Slytherin pulled his fingers
away and leaned in for a deep kiss. His tongue led Harry's in an
intimate dance before their lips broke, then trailed down his throat,
across his collarbone, and very soon his teeth were laying claim to
the boy's pert nipples again. Harry quivered – enamored by the
way the man's teeth felt grazing across the sensitive flesh. True to
form, Harry felt his prick growing hard again. It took a bit longer
this time, and it ached. Even a teenage wizard's libido apparently
has its limits, but he didn't mind the dull ache as Snape palmed his
balls and coaxed his shaft back to life.

“Oh fuck yes...” Harry groaned, not sure
whether to be more overcome by the agony of an erection that refused
to believe his body was already mostly spent, or the pleasure
coursing through his body to the very same over-stimulated organ, as
Snape shifted them over so that Harry was on his back, pressed into
the plush duvet.

Harry found himself hypnotized by the way Snape's hair
tangled forward over his shoulders. He reached up to draw his hands
through it and found himself gripping the back of the older man's
head as Snape began to thrust.

“P-Professor!” he cried out loudly.

Snape knew that ought not be so arousing, but hearing
Harry Potter cry out like that when he was pounding into the boy's
hole was delicious.

“Professor!” Harry sobbed again. “Oh
bloody hell, Professor Snape!”

Harry's exclamations only egged the older man on. He
had not been this enticed by another human being since he was a much
younger man, but Harry's moans and cries were enough to turn him into
a wanton teenager all over again, if only on the inside. He lifted
the boy's knees up over his shoulders and increased the firm tempo of
his thrusts until Harry's cries of 'professor' tapered into
senseless, gibberish exclamations each time his prostate was hit. He
aimed for it as his balls audibly smacked against his young lover's
arse over and over again until he felt Harry's body tense beneath
him, his toes flex and his anus clench, pulling Severus down into
another blinding, heart-stopping orgasm that filled Harry's arse with
seed and the silenced room with harsh cries of agonized bliss before
the two men collapsed utterly spent against the mattress.

Harry lowered his legs and winced a bit. His back hurt.
It didn't particularly bother him, but he hadn't expected it and he
shifted on the bedding to try to work out the sore muscles. His
arse, on the other hand, felt amazing – befouled and smutty and
just absolutely wonderful. Stretched wide and dripping. He managed
to roll over and curl against the older man's side, but once he did
so found he barely had energy enough left to blink, let alone move
again.

After a long while of silently catching their breath,
Harry said, “I guess I overestimated myself a little. I didn't
get to return the favor after all.”

Severus smirked a bit, knowing full well that Harry had
hoped to make good on bending him over and making him scream like a
wanton whore in kind. He considered it and found it an enticing
possibility for future encounters. “Perhaps one of these days,
Potter,” he said. “After you've practiced enough to
maintain an erection for more than five minutes at a time,” he
teased.

Harry blushed brightly. “Shuddup,” he
whined. “It was my first time. And now school is about to
start again,” he complained. How was he supposed to get any
alone time with Snape on campus? Snape couldn't very well come to him
when he shared a room with three other blokes who would probably
raise objections to the older man popping in to pound Harry, who as
it turned out was a rather vocal lover, into the mattress in the dead
of night.

“Not to worry,” Severus answered. “With
your penchant for rule-breaking, it will only be a matter of time
before you need to be punished.”

Harry shivered, his worries forgotten, for tonight at
least. “Are you going to spank me if I'm bad?” he joked.

“With a wooden paddle, until your arse is so rosy
and raw that you can't sit properly for days,” Severus murmured
against the boy's mouth. “And that will only be the beginning
of your punishment.”

Harry shuddered with desire at his lover's teasing.
Detention had never sounded so good. “Promises, promises,”
he purred into Snape's mouth before their tongues found one another
again.

“Rest assured, Mr. Potter,” Severus drawled,
“I am a man of my word.”

~The End~
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