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Until Last Night	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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III.

Dinner in Snape's rented bungalow, happened to include – perhaps foolishly – a bottle of wine that Severus had been looking rather forward to. He saw no reason not to enjoy it, only because he was going to be sharing an awkward meal with a young man who, apparently, was under so much pressure that he'd snapped. No, Severus decided it was a good idea. Harry looked as though he could use a drink. It would calm him, and he would realize what foolishness he was clinging to. 'He is only clinging to the notion that he cares for me because I do not treat him like a hero.' He'd never treated Harry kindly, if he was honest. It was a level of honesty he wasn't comfortable putting to words, though, not even inside of his own head.

They passed the meal in awkward silence. Snape asked if Harry had become an Auror just to have something to say. Harry's shoulders slumped and he shook his head. "Need a break from all the fighting," he admitted, though they'd as much told him he had the job whenever he wanted to take it. Severus revealed he was making mail-order potions under an assumed name, and they fell into silence again.

The wine calmed Harry's nerves a bit, just enough that he could tell himself – if not Snape – that this is exactly what he wanted, without having a nervous breakdown about what kind of mental case he had to be to have a thing for Severus Snape – the sardonic bastard who had given him hell most of his life. 'And who's spent half of his protecting you,' he reminded himself. He couldn't separate the two things anymore. Snape's cruelty – as it was – had kept him safe. Snape's reticence in showing him any kindness, was probably a kind of fear. His history with both of Harry's parents had been bleak. His mind wandered over these details as they drank together in silence until he suddenly blurted. "I don't have to be Harry, you know?"

"Excuse me?" Severus arched a brow at the non-sequiter.

"I can make up another name. I can be someone new. Someone who isn't famous because of shit he couldn't do anything about, who's approaching thirty at the speed of light and still can't figure out what he wants to do with his life, and..." He lifted his gaze, forcing himself to lock Snape's gaze. "Someone who isn't James and Lily's son, if you want?" His heart pounded in his chest. It seemed to want to escape through his throat.

Severus felt a sense of pity, and for once it wasn't directed at himself. He sat back for a moment, wondering if they could actually manage enough delusion to enjoy that kind of make-believe, but the pause only confirmed what he already knew – it would be cruel to both of them – to know things, pretend they weren't there, and never speak of them. "You will always be James and Lily's son," he answered. "You needn't pretend you aren't glad of it for my sake." He got up, and pat Harry on the shoulder lightly on his way past. "Enjoy what is left of the wine, Harry. I am going to bed."

Harry's response was reckless. He spun about, grabbed Snape's wrist as he got to his feet, knocking his chair over in clumsy desperation. "Wait!"

It was so desperate a plea, it stunned Snape still.

Harry knew he was about to take a huge gamble. He almost felt sick at it, because he was sure Snape would not respond well, but his wine-muddled brain just told him this was the only chance he was going to get. If he let Snape go now, he would leave in the morning, and Snape would leave too, disappear deeper into hiding, and he would not get his location out of Malfoy a second time. So, he did what they'd both been afraid he might do all night: he pulled Snape close and kissed him. He kissed as hard as he could, and it was full of all the tangled emotions that had been swimming about in his gut and ruining his appetite all night. He curled his fingers a little too roughly into Snape's inky hair, pressed his tongue against the older man's lips, begging for permission, for anything. ...as long as that 'anything'' wasn't a 'no'.

Severus wanted to refuse. He knew he should refuse, but the way Harry clung to him – just a little rough – sent a ripple up his spine. The scent of him – cinnamon and sunshine with just a hint of mint – made him pause. The velvety touch of his forceful lips made him give in. He parted his own, pulse racing at the forbidden pleasure of a man far too young, and far too wrong for him for far too many reasons. Those reasons, he realized as their lips parted, felt far less significant in Harry's arms than they did outside of them.

Harry's tongue darted into his mouth quickly, as if the younger man was terrified of giving Snape the chance to rescind the permission he'd given, and as it slid against his own, Snape's mind blanked. He lost all ability to access his often over-exerted brain. He hadn't kissed anyone in ages, and the last time had been mostly a dare, and not all that pleasant. This kiss, though? This kiss was brilliant. It was full of the so-called 'sparks' that kisses were meant to have. Passion, brief breaks to breathe before the kissing began again. If he was honest with himself, there was a little voice in his head telling him 'stop this right this instant! This is insane!' But the louder voice in his head was telling that voice to shut the hell up and let him have some fun for once.

The kiss broke with a gasp when Severus felt Harry's hand on his bum. "Harry!" he hissed.

Harry just gave him that Gryffindor grin of his and slid his hand firmly over Snape's bottom. "Can I come with you?"

"What? Where?" Was he going somewhere? What had they just been talking about before this insanity started?

Harry dragged his lips over Snape's throat, and the older man couldn't repress a shudder. "To bed," Harry answered.

Snape froze. That's right. He'd been excusing himself to bed, and he knew exactly what Harry meant to do if he allowed him to join him there. He could feel all the evidence of Harry's intentions he needed pressed against his thigh. It was a horrible idea, now that his brain was given a moment's voice. Even the kissing – what was he thinking?! Harry may be a grown man now, but that made him no less a boy by comparison to Severus, who was too old to be chased to Maui, and far too old to be having one-offs with young men – this one in particular. He opened his mouth to say 'absolutely not', but no sound came out, and from the way Harry's eyes lit up, he had a sinking suspicion that he'd just nodded his head.

Yes, he must have nodded, because suddenly they were kissing again, and he felt his legs backing into the other room as Harry nudged him along – yes, still groping his bum. He soon found himself sitting on the mattress, not quite sure how he got there, and looking up at green eyes full of lust as Harry paused to rest his glasses on the bedside table. Severus felt his cock twitch and begin to stir to life. He was sure he was going to regret this, but those eyes, that pretty green, looking at him like he was something worth looking at, made him feel like a teenager again. His pulse raced and his mouth went dry as Harry pulled off his shirt and cast it carelessly aside.

'Merlin, I want him. I've always wanted him,' Harry thought as he looked down at Snape, who didn't seem to realize his mask of stoicism was slipping as he stared at Harry's bare torso. If Harry were to wager a guess, he'd say that Severus was trying to decide whether to be more horrified or excited by what he was allowing to happen, and the jury was still out on the subject. Harry wasn't going to give him time to decide. If he did, Snape might stop this all in a panic. He pushed Snape back onto the bed and climbed over him, capturing his lips for another kiss as he worked as quickly as he could over the buttons of Snape's shirt. He nuzzled into Snape's throat and kissed the faded scars he found there, surprised when Severus lifted his shoulders to help Harry remove the garment.

It was too late, anyway, Snape decided. This was going to happen, and he was going to regret it tomorrow, but if tomorrow was going to be full of regrets, at least he could enjoy tonight. He felt Harry's hips press down against his own. Their erections rubbed together through several layers of fabric. He clutched the young man's shoulders as he shuddered. That felt...oh, that felt so good. Even just that, once he let himself enjoy it, was exquisite. He let Harry rub against him, nibble at his sensitive throat, suck his earlobe between his teeth.

He lifted his hips when Harry moved to pull his pants away, and tried not to feel embarrassed to have so much of what he thought was a wholly unimpressive figure so blatantly on display.

Harry thought differently. It was true that Snape was virtually whitewashed in the moonlight, that his ink-black hair lacked obvious detail, that the sharp angle of his long, hooked nose over his thin lips was unmistakeable. His limbs were spindly, his hips narrow, his dark eyes endless, his skin like porcelain, his fingers elegant, his cock long and smooth, and the combination of all these varied traits – to Harry at least – was divine.

Harry was quick to scramble out of his own trousers and pants. Severus felt his breath hitch at the sight of the randy young man climbing into bed beside him. He didn't fight at all when the next kiss came. He welcomed it, wanted it. He'd spent so much of his life starved for affection that when it was given, it was nearly impossible to refuse. And, as much as he hated to outwardly admit it, because he couldn't forget how much Harry looked like James – Harry was a handsome young man. Why Potter had gotten it in his head to want him was something he could question at another time. He blinked, what had Harry just asked him?

Harry grinned at the uncharacteristically clueless expression. He dragged the tip of his wand down the center of Snape's chest. 'Wait, when did he get his wand?' Severus wondered. How much had he just missed while he was trapped inside of his own head (as usual).

"I said, do you have any lotion? I don't remember the lubricating spell. Never had to use it before..." Harry gave him a sheepish smile.

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Severus wrinkled his nose. "Don't be absurd. The muggle way is filthy."

"Sex is filthy in general, isn't it?" Harry quipped.

"Not that filthy," Snape retorted. "Listen carefully. I am only going to say this once. It is purtendo insum," he said.

Harry blinked. "No wonder I can't remember it," Harry blanketed.

"It is not that difficult," Severus complained.

"Nothing is difficult for you," Harry complained at him playfully. "It's still a mouthful."

"Pur-ten-do in-sum," Severus repeated slowly.

Harry kissed him. "I thought you were only going to say it once," he teased.

"Yes, well, I think you can understand that it is in my best interest that you do not botch this particular spell. Do you have it now, or not?"

"Purtendo insum," Harry mumbled against the older man's lips. "I've got it." He awarded Snape with another kiss.

"Then do get on with it."

Hary laughed at Snape's impatience. "Roll over, then," Harry quipped. "It'll be easier."

Snape obliged, because, well, he was aroused and would see this madness to an orgasm if only to have something to show for it, but he had the sinking feeling that Harry had never had intercourse with another man before. He felt the wand tip trace a slow path from that unreachable spot between his shoulder blades down to the cleft of his ass. His arousal raged against the mattress as Harry came closer to his core, and he buried his mouth against his hand when the tip of the wand slid into him. How long had it been? He couldn't really complain about any lack of experience or grace on Harry's part – he had precious little himself, but he could remember clearly – the emotions if not the details – the day of Lily's funeral, that desperate need to have someone to cling to. He could remember submitting then, as he submitted now. He wondered for an instant if there was some flaw in his character that made him submit so easily to the ministrations of other men, when his heart had always belonged to Lily – very much not a man – but then he felt the tip of Harry's wand press into his entrance. It was like hitting a switch that turned off all of those higher cognitive functions he kept himself wrapped up in all day long. And, the spell, in spite of some uncertainty, was executed to perfection. Severus bit the back of his hand to keep from crying out as the magic worked its way through him.

He was terribly out of practice at this sort of thing, and that only made the sensations that much more intense. When Harry lifted his hips, positioning himself on his knees behind him, Severus could do little but remind himself to breathe. He felt hands running over his shoulders and back, and then the tip of an erection pressed against his entrance.

"It's okay to moan," Harry said. He sounded a little amused. Even in this position, with his back arched and his ass in the air and his face buried in a curtain of black hair, he was trying so hard to restrain himself. It was kind of...okay, it was really, really cute. Harry didn't care if Snape was old enough to be his father. He was still cute. "I love the sound of your voice," he insisted. "Even when you were lecturing me back at Hogwarts, it sent chills up my spine. I always thought the person who got to hear you scream their name in the throes of passion would be the luckiest guy in the world." He grinned and kissed the back of Snape's shoulder. "In all of my fantasies, you preferred blokes, of course, or it wouldn't have been a terribly engaging fantasy, for my part."

Severus opened his mouth to make a snarky remark, but that is when Harry chose to push his not unimpressive rod deep into that hot cavern. In spite of his illogical desire not to give Harry what he wanted – at least not so easily - a groan escaped his parted lips. Gay, indeed. It seemed no matter who his first love happened to be, his body made its preferences clear as day – it liked cock more than he cared to admit. Even just this – he could feel his thighs trembling from the long-denied pleasure, and while he was good at masking his emotions – once there was no clothing to hide behind, his body was hard-pressed to lie.

Harry was not so reticent in showing his pleasure. He caressed Snape's hips and let out a low, rolling moan once he was fully sheathed. All of the fantasies he could remember having about Snape in the depths of puberty instantly revealed their true nature: nonsense, naivete. The reality blew those thoughts out of the water, and he suddenly couldn't remember how they had fallen to passing, idle whims. Snape often infuriated him, sometimes fascinated him, but always, always affected him, since he'd first laid eyes on the man. Now that he was inside of him, as much as he wanted to shag him into the mattress, for a long moment he could only rest his chin against his pale back and breathe, realizing this is what he wanted from Severus all along.

"For love of Merlin, Harry, stop stalling," Snape finally rasped. He couldn't bear it. That thick rod inside of him, but not moving. He misunderstood Harry's hesitation. "The spell was perfectly adequate."

Adequate? Harry chuckled. "You just can't bear to tell me I did a good job," he quipped.

"Your ego is substantial enough," Severus retorted. "Now bloody well move, or I will put an end to this nonsense and you will have to share your affections with the couch while I do the sensible thing and get a full night's rest."

Harry's shoulders quivered with repressed laughter. Only Severus could get out a sentence like that with a hard cock rammed several inches up his arse. It endeared Harry to him all the more. His sardonic wit charmed Harry as much as his sensual voice, and , as far as Harry was concerned, his moon-pale body was nothing to be ashamed of, either. He bit his lip and began to live out a fantasy fifteen years in the making. He pulled his hips back slowly, pressed in firmly, and didn't miss the way Severus' shoulders shook. The next time, he pressed in harder. He was determined to make Snape cry out in pleasure. He wanted to hear it so badly – not just a startled groan of pleasure, but the actual release of all of Severus Snape's inhibitions and emotional detachment, pent up into a genuine 'oh fuck me!' scream of bliss. He wanted to be the one to pull that sound out of him. So, he pushed his own rampant hormones as far to the back of his mind as he possibly could. It wasn't very far at all; ignoring one's libido was never easy, but it was exponentially more troublesome with his cock throbbing inside of that tight hole, and the sweet Hawaiian air tumbling wildly through the open window, and the breeze grazing lightly over his boiling flesh, but the effort had to count for something. He rested his forehead against the back of Snape's shoulder, planting sporadic kisses on his back for no other reason than it being quite accessible and, in Harry's opinion, very kissable, as he rocked his hips in and out of his former professor.

Beneath him, Severus was just trying his best to remember to breathe. His eyes teared from the pleasure of another body pressing against and into his own – the soft kisses against his shoulder and spine, Harry's hard rod feeling so blissfully perfect sliding into him over and over again...

And then, by sheer luck, Harry hit that. Severus found his mouth opened and a sharp cry escaping before he could swallow it. "Oh sweet Merlin!" he gasped. Yes, he actually gasped 'oh sweet Merlin'. He was instantly ashamed of the words and the moment of weakness, but Harry saw it for what it was – a perfect opportunity to make that gorgeous voice cry out in pleasure. He found the spot a second time, and a third. With his prostate so cruelly abused, Severus really had no hope of maintaining his constant vigil over his body's responses. Even his constant mask of stoicism was helpless against that hard cock pounding repeatedly and forcefully into his prostate. He moaned. He hated himself for it, because he knew he was giving Harry exactly what he wanted, but he did it anyway. He couldn't stop once he'd started – a low moan, a sharp cry, a shuddering breath – these were the only sounds capable of describing the pleasure that was washing through him.

To add insult to injury, Harry wrapped his broom-worn fingers around Severus' cock. He jerked him twice, thrice...and Severus felt his entire body begin to quiver under the force of his pleasure. "N-nnghh...Harry..." Bloody hell, he'd just rasped Potter's name! That was a line he had meant not to cross.

"Severus," Harry answered breathlessly, trying the name out, feeling it roll over his tongue, letting it wash up and down his spine. He decided he rather liked the way it sounded. It was just the perfect name to moan in the heat of the moment. Severus – so like a long exhale. "Severus..." he purred out again.

Hearing his name said in such a way made Snape shudder. And Harry moaned it over and over between hard thrusts and passionate groans. Before he knew it, he'd forgotten to be discontent in voicing his own pleasure. It pleased Harry, and just at the moment, he'd have moved heaven and earth to continue hearing the young man moan his name in such a way. Their intercourse had claimed all control of his vocal chords at this point anyway, so there was no sense resisting a moment longer. As chance would have it, he discovered, sex was exponentially more pleasurable when one let himself cry out, or make whatever ludicrous noise one's throat insisted upon. It was a lesson he would have to admit he was learning very belatedly, but now that he knew it, he let himself moan, and grunt, and even – yes, even – moan Harry's name when the chemistry between them seemed to demand it. His vocalizations only seemed to increase Harry's fervor. The young man panted hotly against his earlobe, his cock rammed repeatedly into his prostate, and the hand squeezing his cock worked more adamantly at the job.

Severus could no longer resist the intense pleasure, and with a strangled cry, shuddered and came all over Harry's hand and his favorite bed linens.

Harry was relieved, to be honest – he thought he was about to embarrass himself and climax first. Once Severus cried out, and what a delicious cry it was!, he let that last bit of restraint slip and filled his former professor's body with his shuddering release.

Arms wrapped about Snape's midsection and Harry fell to the side, pulling Severus with him and away from the mess they'd just made of the bedding. He nuzzled the back of Snape's neck and held him there, kissed the back of his shoulders.

After a period of silence, Harry said, "Can we do it again? Face to face next time?"

"Now?!" Snape asked, aghast. He could scarcely move after such an intense orgasm, which would later be his excuse for allowing Harry to cuddle against him like this, regardless of how much he was secretly enjoying it.

Harry laughed. "Well, maybe after a nap," Harry conceded. He was in no condition for a second round just yet, but he was infatuated with the idea of not just hearing Snape's voice, but seeing his face contorted in passion, his long legs up and open, knees bent over Harry's shoulders. Yes, he definitely wanted that...
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