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When the Man Comes Around	By : Lestette Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

                “Yeah, Hagrid I’m fine!” Harry called out quickly, not wanting his giant friend to come into the bathroom.

                “Alright…” Hagrid’s voice was glum and Harry could hear his feet shuffling away down the hall.

                Deciding that he had had enough of this shower fiasco, he resolved to shut the water off and get out of the room as quickly as possible. The tension still mounted in his loins and he needed a release desperately. As he turned off the water he threw the shower curtain open and made to reach for his towel, only it was no longer there. In its stead, a piece of paper lay neatly folded, Harry’s name written on the front of it. Hesitantly he picked it up, unfolding it carefully.

                                “Sorry Mate, couldn’t resist. Guess you’ll have to drip dry.

                                                                Love, Fred and George”

                “Tossers” Harry muttered to himself, though in hid-sight he knew he should have seen that coming a mile away. He picked his glasses up off of the sink and put them on, hoping to see something he could use in lieu of a towel. But alas, there was nothing.

                Weighing his options, he knew that it would be best for him not to stay vulnerably naked in the bathroom for longer than needed. He settled on the plan to make a mad dash for the room he was staying in, and hopefully not be spotted by anyone. Tentatively stepping out the shower as quietly as he possibly could, he inched his way towards the door, his senses on high alert trying to hear if anyone was in the hallway. The house was in a state of near silence and he cracked open the door just enough to poke his head out. Glancing left then right, he saw no sign of life in the hall, and not wanting to waste his opportune moment, he flung the door open and streaked down the narrow corridor to his room. Faster than he thought possible, he flung wide the door and slammed it shut behind him, the spinning motion causing his glasses to slip off of his wet nose and onto the floor. Heaving a sigh, he bent forward to retrieve them.

                “Mr. Potter” said a cool, silky voice from behind him. Harry froze his hand on his glasses and his rear end high in the air. A cold chill of panic ran over his body. He scooped his glasses up quickly and spun around to see Snape seated in his a chair, a book in his lap and a twisted mockery of a smile on his face.

                “Strutting about again I see?” Snape said cruelly as he stood from his chair, his eyes boring into Harry’s. Harry was unsure how to reply; he simply stepped backwards and flattened his back against the wall.

                “I suppose they forgot to tell you that you were moving to the room across the hall, as so I could have this one?” his voice remained level and calm, much as it always had, but there was something lingered behind his usually collected voice that caused Harry to tremble as he nodded his head in response.

                “Perhaps I should give you a moment… to collect yourself then?” Snape remarked as he strode towards the door where Harry stood. Harry felt his body relax slightly as Severus reached for the door handle.

                “Then again…” Snape began, his gaze turning over towards Harry slowly, his eyes raking hungrily over the young boy’s body. Before Harry could even move, Snape drew out his wand and had it pointed at him.

                “Imperio!”

                Harry felt the strangest sensation then, his brain was screaming at his body to move, but nothing happened. He wanted so badly to run, to get out of this situation, but his muscles would not respond.

                “Get on your knees, Potter” Snape whispered, his lips curling back on his teeth in a devious grin.

                As if he were nothing more than a marionette on strings, he felt his muscles pulling him downwards and his knees hit the ground hard enough to sting. Fear griped him as his eyes were locked onto Snape in a silent plea.

                Severus ignored the desperate look in Potter’s eyes, “Unzip my trousers” he sneered.

                Harry felt his body quake and though he struggled to fight against the power of the curse, his hands stretched forward and slip under Snape’s robes to his trousers. His fingers fumbled with the zipper for a moment before it came undone. Severus’s trousers fell to the ground and exposed his bare legs, and Harry felt his stomach drop as it became evident that he wasn’t wearing any underpants.

                “Put it in your mouth…” Snape’s voice was barely over a whisper, but the words sounded like a train horn in Harry’s ears. He barely had time to comprehend what was said, he felt his lips wrap around the fleshy organ of the older man.

                “Now slide your mouth up and down” the grin in Snape’s voice was evident and Harry felt a wave of anger rush over him and he tried to shut his eyes.

                “You will keep your eyes open and witness what you are doing…” Severus’s disparaging tone was laden with a hatred of his own.

                Harry turned his gaze up to Severus and let his eyes bore into his, hoping his disgust and repulsion was evident. Snape only smirked down at him, enjoying the power he had over him. Harry’s head bobbed up and down on Severus’s cock and he felt the length hardening in his throat and his gag reflexes caused the muscles to contract around it. Severus felt a surge of pleasure as the opening tightened around his length, squeezing it deliciously.

                “Roll your tongue around it” Severus moaned as he grabbed a fist full of Potter’s hair.

                The delicate, whimpering moan that escaped Snape’s lips as he worked his tongue around the shaft and over the head caused Harry to grow slightly hard against his will.

                Snape’s gaze travelled downward to the growing erection between Harry’s legs.

                “Why you little slut…” Severus mocked as a wicked smile spread across his face.

                Harry wanted nothing more than for Snape to drop dead at that moment, but his cock twitched eagerly.

                Snape flung his wand forward and Harry fell backwards away from him, “Get on all fours, Potter.”

                Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he unwilling rolled over, propping himself up on his knees and elbows. He heard Snape kneel down behind him and a tiny cry escaped his throat as he knew all too well what was coming. Trying to relax his body, Harry knew it would be much less painful if he weren’t tense, but his entire body trembled. To his surprise, Snape gently pressed against his opening, prodding it slowly before letting the head of his length slide in.

                Severus let out a low groan as the exquisite bliss of the snug opening was more than anything he had ever experienced.

                “Mmm, delightful” Snape sighed as he let himself glide deeper into Harry. He rocked his body back and forth in a smooth rhythm. His fingers gripped Harry’s waist with an eerily delicate touch and he slid one of his hands up the smooth skin of his back. Snape’s pace quickened and Harry sobbed quietly as his frustration built up to the point where he thought his insides would burst. His desire for a release consumed him and almost put him into a frenzy and he grit his teeth together.

                Again to his surprise, Harry felt the hand sliding up his back, glide back down his waist, under his stomach and the calloused fingers graze his cock. A gasp escaped his lips as the fingers wrapped around him and began stroking him in an even rhythm with persistent thrusting. His release was so close and Harry’s heart pounded with excitement, but soon came to the conclusion that there would be no way that Snape would allow him to finish, he would only torture him like the others had.

                The gentle rocking behind Harry became more purposeful and demanding as Snape’s release drew nearer. The pleasure mounting in Harry’s loins was so close to spilling over, but the anxiety in his chest seemed to prevent him from having his release. His spirits dropped further when he felt Snape convulse behind him as his orgasm rocked his body. Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes as the pain between his legs intensified and his testicles ached. In a twist of events that Harry had never expected, the gentle massaging hand working his organ continued to stroke him evenly, never breaking rhythm. Harry nearly screamed as his arms gave out and his face hit the ground as his organ pulsed through his release. Harry could feel his hot seed shot up his stomach and far enough to spray under his chin. Just when he felt a mild sense of appreciation towards Snape, some rough hands shove him forwards violently and Harry felt the other man’s seed leaked out of his backside.

                “Clean yourself up, Potter. Then get out of my room” Snape said cruelly as he stood up, fixed his trousers and strode of the room.

                Harry rested his cheek to the floor, the ache in his loins finally relieved and he panted heavily. An overwhelming exhaustion swept over him and he felt asleep naked on the floor.
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