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Unintentional Wet Dreams	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry was too tired from recovering the torture he had endured in the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, even though it had only been Tom Riddle, who had done the actual torture himself. And he was too tired after having almost drowned in the freezing water, from which Snape had rescued him. He had trouble understanding how the man had known where to look for him at all. It didn´t make any sense at all to him. They had no wands. And Snape hadn´t seen Harry leaving.

Before Harry´s mind had decided what to think of it all he had fallen asleep.

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The large hand wrapped his cock in a blanket of fire as it pulled and stroked him until he was babbling worse than a toddler learning the English language at the age of two. Harry moaned and hissed when teeth nipped on the soft and tender skin of his neck. A place Harry had never known until now would be a turn on.

He was pretty sure it was in Parseltongue.

The man he was with surrendered over his own moan, causing Harry´s cock to leak more pre-cum, when realizing his lover was turned on by the snake-language.

So, Harry did it again.

You like that. You like that you have no idea what I´m telling you, because then you get to fantasize about the words. Perhaps you want compliments about how gorgeous and hot your arse feels when I´m buried deep within. The hand grasped Harry´s dick firmer.

Maybe you picture dirty words with every single hiss. Or maybe, just maybe, you desire sweet nothings, whispered against your neck, as I take what´s mine from behind you? Claiming ownership of your body. His lover bit down on Harry´s neck, then licked the sore spot to make it better, but it still left a burning ache behind.

Harry´s left hand spread out as it caressed the firm chest, sprinkled with hairs. Harry knew it was a man even before he touched him here. His hand tugged at the mat of hairs, just enough to fill a handful, but still less than for it to hide the pink nipples he knew would be there.

The Gryffindor ran his nails over one nipple and licked a pale shoulder, his lover was groaning loudly from Harry´s efforts. Harry reached out and tweaked the bud and his lover hissed in pleasure. He was sure that was the reason, since his lover´s arse pushed back against Harry´s cock that was still pulled on, from this awkward position.

Harry moved his lover´s hand away from his cock and placed it onto the bed, and ran his own hand down the pale and muscular back before reaching down to cup and squeeze the firm arse presented to him.

Another groan was Harry´s reward. Such a hot arse, just mine for the taking. His lover shivering at Harry´s hiss, and pushed his backside backwards again causing his upper body to lean forward on the shared bed.

Harry pushed forward, knowing his lover liked it rough.

“POTTER!”

Harry jumped as he was roughly pulled out of his dream and into the cold reality. “I´m going to kill you my fucking self!” The low growl made Harry´s dick jump inside Snape´s arse.

“Fuck.” Harry leaned his head against his professor´s shoulder and groaned at the tightness and heat surrounding his aching cock. The dream had been so bloody real in Harry´s mind. But it had been all in his head, obviously.

Harry had forced himself onto Snape for a second time. If Snape wasn´t going to end Harry´s life, he might just have to end it himself. He was ashamed, mortified, and yet, so fucking turned on the bile threatened to rise in his throat.

What kind of sick monster is turned on by raping someone?

Harry made a gesture to pull out. “No.” A voice rasped and Harry froze immediately. Snape had never used yelling much to threaten someone at Hogwarts. He didn´t need to. People just knew that the man would make your life miserable if you wouldn´t listen to everything he said.

“S-snape.”And Harry shuddered when hearing the pleading tone to his own twisted voice. Why was he begging Snape? And what for?

Snape growled again and pushed back, causing Harry to yelp “FUCK, what ar-.” He did it again and Harry closed his eyes because everything was spinning. He was still tired, and hungry on top of horny.

“I´m not a nice man, Potter,” Snape grunted as he jammed his hole shut around Harry´s cock, and Harry, on pure instinct, bit into Snape´s shoulder, who ignored the pain it must have caused him. “But I have never taken anyone against their will.” Great, I´m a worse human-being than fucking Snape, Harry thought. “Normal people don´t sleep-fuck because they have wet dreams,” And Snape was rambling as he began pushing Harry´s dick in and out of his abused hole.

“Ooh, ooh fucking Merlin´s balls.”

“Your mouth is appalling, Potter. You´re a disgusting piece of shit, just like your father!”

“G-g-god.” Harry´s mind was spinning with the effort to fend off his orgasm. He had no idea what the hell Snape was playing at but the arm firmly tugged around Harry´s arse, forcing Harry to not move away was gripping him so tight it would leave bruises.

“You break every rule in the book. You just do whatever the fuck you please, like fucking always.” Snape should hardly talk about appalling language. Harry mewled, “Don´t you fucking dare come in my arse, Potter, before doing the right thing.”

“H-huh? What do- oh, shit.“ Snape slammed back so hard Harry almost saw stars.

“You want to fuck me, then –“

“N-no...” Harry disagreed. It wasn´t Snape he had wanted to sleep with. It was his lover. The man in the dream. And he hadn´t planned on having sex with anyone, at all. Not right now, anyway.

“You´re buried balls deep in my fucking arse, Potter! Your cock is hard,” Snape grunted. Merlin, Harry must be a really sick fuck, Snape was right, his dick was harder than ever still, even after everything he had done to Snape. “You want fucking, you´ll make it worth the pain in my arse. NOW!”

Harry whimpered, “W-what – I don´t...” Harry had no idea what to do. He wanted to pull out and vomit all over the floor, but he couldn´t because of the hand, so he held it in. He didn´t want to fuck Snape, but his cock said yes anyway.

“Touch me.” Snape spat. And it wasn´t the way having sex was supposed to go. It wasn´t right, Harry thought. Well, obviously, since Harry had once more let his body overtake the dream and put it into real life action instead.

It was meant to be kisses, and bites, and sucking and hands all over each other. Not growling insults and forcing yourself onto the other.

“Fucking touch my dick, Potter.” Harry was so shocked by the words, that his hand complied before his brain began grasping what they meant.

Snape knew Harry was battling between the orgasm, and death by the other´s hand if he came before Snape did, so Harry tried to will his dick soft. It didn´t work. Not even thinking about the fact that he was fucking Snape. Or rather, that Snape was fucking him. Of course, Snape would be an aggressive bottom.

“It´s n-not...” Harry nearly swallowed his own tongue trying to speak the words.

“Hard?” Snape spat, “Would you be if someone fucked you while sleeping? If Dolohov had –“

“S-stop. Please.” Harry begged, but he was still torn between pleasure and horrified thoughts about what was taking place.

“Make it hard. Make me want it, Potter.” Snape lowered his voice to the deadliest warning, “Don´t you think I´ve earned that ounce of respect from the future savior?”

“Oh g-god.” Harry wanted to sob, but instead it came out as a groan. He wanted to be annoyed that Snape chose this moment to kill Harry´s last ounce of dignity. But Harry knew that this was not Snape´s doing. Harry was the sick fuck, not Snape. He might be a bastard, but even bastards didn´t deserve this.

“Potter!”

Harry´s betraying hand fondled Snape´s dick clumsily and Harry wanted to vomit more. Not because he was touching Snape, but from what Snape was saying next. “You think this is the worst I´ve ever had to endure in my life? Having a Potter spawn taking my anal virginity.” Harry rested his head against Snape´s shoulder again as he shivered. Snape had stopped moving while Harry was supposed to get him hard. Harry ran his thumb across the head of Snape´s dick, something that Harry much enjoyed doing to himself. And since he had never done this before, that seemed like as good a place to start as any.

“I once had to fuck Bellatrix.” If this hadn´t made Harry´s dick wilt nothing would. “And it was also your fucking fault, you hear me, Potter. Had I simply told the Dark Lord your whereabouts, he wouldn´t have seen it fit to punish me.”

Harry gulped but chose the wise solution, to stay quiet.

“Do you know how much willpower one has to have to be hard in front of eleven Death Eaters and a Death Eater whore, that practically anyone has had, since her own dear husband can´t get it up?”

“I´m sorry.” Harry was apologizing for that, for now, for everything in between. But he knew that nothing would ever make what he had done to Snape in this cottage right. When they got out of here, and Snape told about what had happened, Harry was either going to Azkaban or killing himself. Or maybe both.

“You´re not stopping until I´m hard Potter. That´ll be your proper punishment. Wouldn´t you call that fair, hm? Twice now you´ve done this. Maybe that´s why you´ve managed to soak our clothes twice, so you could-“

“No! God, I would never, I´ve never done anything – I´m sorry!” Harry knew he was ranting, but in this situation, he was bloody well allowed to. “What d-do you… like.” Harry asked the question and was glad that they weren´t facing each other.

He would never hold this against Snape. Ever. Snape was right, after all, this was all Harry´s fault, and maybe this kind of revenge was what was going to help keep Harry alive, at least long enough to off Voldemort.

“Your mouth.” Harry shut his eyes when the answer came, this was not exactly the way he wanted to find out if he liked sucking a bloke off after having discovered this new sexual aspect of his life.

Harry was going to say that he could hardly reach from here, and that Snape let him go so he could turn around, but the next words shocked him further. “Behind my ear, suck there.”

Harry moved Snape´s not-greasy-hair and attached his mouth where he thought Snape meant. His professor groaned and Harry´s dick jumped in approval when hearing it.

Oh, come on, Snape´s turning me on?

Harry sucked and licked and Snape practically keened from it, and his cock began to fill with blood in Harry´s hand. Harry mechanically began pumping the growing member and his eyes shut. He gasped and before he knew it he groaned, “God, you´re big.” Snape squeezed around Harry again and Harry´s hips moved forward on their own. While Harry´s hand pumped the thick and long cock in his hand. “Merlin, you feel good.” Harry whispered, not even horrified with saying it.

He didn´t know if he had meant Snape´s dick or arse. Maybe it was both, and he shivered when realizing that at this moment, Snape had just ended Harry´s doubts about his sexuality.

He was so gay.

Harry sucked again on the neck in front of him, he had to, or he might have yelled out something about wanting to do this again. “There!” Snape pulled Harry out of his own little world and into this one. Harry angled his hips in the same way again. “Yes.” Snape hissed lowly, and if Harry hadn’t been smothering his own words and panting in his professor´s neck, he wouldn´t have been able to hear the encouragement.

Harry tried to hit the same spot over and over, and over. Snape´s hands dug into the bed and his hips moved with Harry´s, pushing back onto his cock and forward into his hand. “Oh, sweet fuck, Snape. I´m going to come.” Harry stated and Snape´s hand closed around Harry´s and sped up the wanking.

Harry had never felt anything better in his life.

The orgasm was ripped from Harry when Snape´s arse pulled and squeezed around his aching member, as the man came.

When Harry´s dick softened, he fell onto his back panting. Snape turned to stare at Harry and probably shout until Harry was deaf, but Harry stopped him when he unconsciously lifted his cum-covered hand, flicked out his tongue and groaned in approval at the taste of Snape. When Harry opened his eyes while lapping up the last droplets of cum he was met with dark and piercing orbs he had never imagined seeing in bed, while naked and in the aftermath of orgasm. And Harry´s stupid mouth blurted out the words, before he caught them.

“You taste amazing.”
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