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Young At Heart	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15428 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. If I did , Snape would have gotten laid - often and repeatedly.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-Epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6

One of the best things about the
summer (and one of the only good ones, according to Severus Snape)
was sleeping in. Severus couldn't remember ever having a sounder
slumber than his first night spent in 12 Grimauld Place. The house
may be a lot of things worth scoffing at, but the one he was grateful
for was that it was quiet.
Blissfully quiet. No drunken muggles outside. No screaming parents
inside. The house, for what it was, was a dream come true. Other
than the periodic creaking that all old houses have and the slight
rustling of leaves outside the narrow window, the bedroom that once
belonged to Regulus Black was wonderfully still. The mattress was
full – firm, but not so firm that it didn't sink a bit under
his barely substantial weight, and just large enough to sprawl out
on, the pillows just fluffy enough to burrow into, and the downy
comforter thick, but light enough to kick to the corner of the bed
without disturbing the soundness of his sleep in the middle of the
night.

Severus slept in the over-sized ivory tunic. He found it wonderfully
comfortable and saw no reason to particularly care that as he shifted
in his sleep it dipped low off of one bony shoulder and the better
part of a forearm. Neither did it seem to matter that it rode up in
his sleep and he lay – blanket-less and sprawled – with
the flimsy material only barely covering his arse and leaving his
long, pale legs on display. It also didn't matter to him in the
least that the shard of light filtering through the curtains cast
over his figure, making the threadbare tunic almost translucent, a
silhouette of his slender form clearly visible through the fabric.
When one is unconscious, they rarely pay much mind to their state of
dress (or undress, as the case may be).

And so it was that Harry found him,
with one leg stretched and the other bent, quite indecently spread
apart, when he gently nudged open the door to bring his charge
breakfast. Harry opened his mouth to say 'rise and shine,
sleepyhead', but no sound came out as his green eyes trailed over the
sinful enticement that sleeping Severus presented. He knew, strictly
speaking, that Severus wasn't a beautiful man regardless of his age.
...and yet, he couldn't help letting his gaze rove hungrily over the
slender body – the delicate curve of a shoulder, the diminutive
waist, the way the arch of his heel curved into his ankle and up
slender legs to milky thighs. Those enticingly pale thighs –
perfect as porcelain. Milky white. Harry unconsciously licked his
lips as Severus shifted against the mattress, his delicate body
moving ever so slightly as a soft, sleepy groan passed thin lips.
The thigh muscles flexed. 'So perfect,'
Harry thought. 'Too clean. I'd like to dirty them up.'
As soon as the thought entered his mind it ran away with him. He
could so easily imagine dripping chocolate syrup along those naked
thighs, licking it up, slowly trailing both syrup and tongue higher
to the barely noticeable curve where thigh met arse. Drip. Drip. Lick
it clean. Don't leave a single smudge behind. Severus, of course,
would be moaning. He could imagine Severus having a most delicious
moan. Harry would trail the syrup over bare buttocks, then down
deeper – dripping over the perineum and down over his balls...

Harry snapped back to his senses when he realized he was fantasizing
about licking Severus Snape's balls. The reality of that crashed in
on him so suddenly that it made him drop the tray of food with a loud
clatter. He instantly dove for it, but too little, too late.

Severus jolted awake with a start
and sat up, blinking blearily and careless of the way the tunic
revealed far more of his bare flesh than was proper. Harry quickly
tore his gaze away from the younger man's exposed shoulders and bare
throat. He was already hard enough that if he straightened his
posture there would be no way for Severus to miss the tent in his
pants. 'Erect from watching him sleep, and having entirely
inappropriate food-related fantasies,'
Harry reminded himself. Which was bad. Very, very bad. It made him
feel slimy and Malfoy-ish. “I, er, I'm sorry!” he
declared. “I'm a clumsy oaf. I was trying
to bring you breakfast in bed, but it's all over the floor now. I'll
just...uh, I'll make you something better when you're ready to get
up. You can go back to sleep. I'm really sorry...”

'Please go back to sleep!'
Harry thought. 'Please. I'm so fucking hard. I need a
wank, a cold shower, or both...'

No such luck. Severus got out of bed and padded over, lowering
himself to his knees to help pick up the broken pieces of porcelain.
As he leaned over his hair fell across his pale shoulders and the
mischievous tunic slipped further, revealing more of his chest.

'Porcelain, like his perfect skin. It's pale, sure, but it looks
so smooth. I bet he's never had a zit in his life...Harry stop
thinking about...oh helloooo nipple. Fuck. I'm deranged.' Deranged.
Perverted. Sick. It didn't matter if Severus was adorable. He
shouldn't be eying him like a piece of choice meat.

He reached for a piece of bowl that Severus reached for at the same
time and their fingers brushed. “Sorry,” they said
simultaneously.

'Is it hot in here?' Harry
thought. He knew it was just him – stealing glimpses of the
tunic forming pouches of fabric over Snape's pale thighs, or the
nipple that was playing hide and seek at the top of the garment.

“Harry?” Severus asked.

“Er, I, what?” Had he just been saying something? Crap!

“Are you feeling alright? You look a bit...well, you're rather
red.”

'Oh thank you thank you thank you for being so wonderfully
oblivious...' Harry thought,
latching onto the easy excuse Severus had handed him with the last
remnants of broken dishes. “Er...I woke up with a bit of a
fever, but I'm okay.”

Severus frowned at him. “You're not okay. Would you have
dropped this if you were well?”

'Well and truly lusting after you? Sure would,'
Harry thought and told his brain to shut the hell up. “Er...”

“Go back to bed,” Severus told him. It had the distinct
ring of an order and sent a ripple down Harry's spine. Snape's voice
wasn't as deep as it would be when he was older, but it still had a
guttural quality that made the hair at the back of Harry's neck stand
up and take notice...and send signals of 'oh my god isn't that just
the sexiest voice ever?' to Harry's already tender groin. “I
can clean up the rest,” Severus finished.

“I, er, thanks...” Harry answered sheepishly, picking up
the tray and holding it low as he stumbled to his feet. The tray was
his protection from Snape seeing the trouble he'd caused. “I'll
just throw this out and then go lay down for a while, then.”

Severus nodded and offered a timid little smile, glad Harry hadn't
protested too much. He looked terribly feverish and should
definitely rest a while. He'd go through his books and the
ingredients in the bottom of the desk. He should definitely have
enough to make a fever-reducing potion for Harry. He looked like he
needed one. As soon as Harry left he went right to the shelf and
grabbed the appropriate book. He wasn't technically allowed to do
magic, but potions weren't magic – just a lot of cutting and
stirring, so the Ministry's sensors would never pick it up. He loved
loopholes. He chewed his lip a moment and nodded, cleaning up the
mess on the floor quickly before rolling up his sleeves and getting
to work on his self-appointed task of making Harry feel better.

**

Once safely back in his room Harry
already felt better. The instant he closed the door he immediately
stripped off every last stitch of clothing and pulled the window wide
open. The breeze felt wonderful against his skin. It wasn't as if
he had to worry about being seen. 12 Grimauld Place was completely
invisible to muggles – window open or closed they wouldn't see
him. He inhaled deeply. The fresh air helped his nerves but did
nothing to curb the lust coiled in the pit of his stomach. He chose
this room because it had the largest window in the entire house. He
kept it open as often as the weather would permit. He took a few
more breaths and, calmer now, but still horny as a satyr, he dropped
his glasses on the nightstand and flopped on top of the comforter. He
didn't close the bed-curtains – he liked everything open –
the summer breeze cascading over his heated flesh, the sunlight
adding to the natural heat of his body.

He at least had the forethought to cast a quick silencing spell on
the room. If Snape heard him moaning he might think he was far too
unwell and burst in on him. There would be way too much to explain.

'Mmm...Snape...' Merlin, he
was adorable. He'd been charismatic and darkly alluring as an adult,
and as a teenager he was just plain cute and sexy. Harry realized as
he wrapped his fingers around his prick and gave it a firm tug that
pulled a low hiss past his lips, that both versions were more than
worth a good wank or ten. There were differences, sure, but they were
both still Snape.

'Oh...Merlin...fuck. I want him...'
He jerked his hips up into his hand and imagined Adult Severus
tapping his wand tightly against his palm. 'Oh yes...I'm
naughty, Professor...a sick pervert...imagining you opening your
pursed lips and wrapping them around my cock. I bet your mouth is so
hot...' His hips jerked up
wantonly and he groaned out his bliss, but when fantasy Severus
lifted his face, licked his lips, it was the sixteen year old with
his expressive ebon eyes looking up at him from between his thighs.
'God, you're so cute. It makes me feel like a villain, how
badly I want to violate you and steal your innocence...'

The perspective of the fantasy instantly changed and young Snape was
laying naked against the bedding – aroused, flushed, and with
his thighs pulled up. Ready. Oh, so very ready.

'Harry...be gentle, okay? I...I've never...I've heard it hurts
so...'

'Oh, don't worry, Love. I'll go slow, okay? I promise. ...never
hurt you. You're too cute. I adore you.'

Severus pursed his lips into a pout, but his mouth fell open when
Harry slipped a finger into his arse. 'H-Harry...'

'Gonna make you feel so good...promise...'

Harry groaned, imagining the way Snape's dark hair would fall back
against the white sheets, gripped himself tighter imagining how tight
Severus' virginal arse would be. He had never had a virgin fetish or
any such thing, but he wanted to be Snape's first, and his last, and
every single time in between.

“Oh, fuck...!” Harry
moaned as he felt his climax fast approaching. 'Thrusting
into his tight, young arse...watching his mouth fall open in
pleasure. Feeling his beautiful legs wrapping around my spine...'
“Oooohhh...balls. Yes.
You're perfect...” 'Distinguished older man riding
me to oblivion, his icy gaze turning molten, just for me. All for
me...hissing my name because he's got too much pride to moan...'
“Fucking adore you...!”
he rasped, jerking and bucking fervently now, his free hand fisting
the comforter as if letting go of it would cause the world to
shatter. 'So strong, so brave, always drawing me in until
all I can think of is you...You've always been that way...'
“Aaah, aahhnnnn!” 'Always wanted you. Always.
Always. Always. Always..! Never realized...' “Aaahmmnnn...”
'Couldn't let you go. Please. Fuck. Please...ooh please,
let me have you, Severus...this time...might actually be able to have
you...mine. Want to...'

Harry groaned in bliss as images of Severus – all the
incarnations of him he'd ever seen in no particular order sucked and
licked and rode and frotted against him in his fantasy. He'd never
thought of a good wank as the time for a revelation, but he suddenly
understood very clearly why it had been so very, very important not
to let Snape die. He believed all the things he'd told the Ministry
– about it being the right thing to do, about how brave the man
was, about how hard he had fought, about giving something back –
but that wasn't the reason he had to save him and it never had been.
The reason, plain and simple, was that he just couldn't bear the
thought of a world without Severus Snape. He couldn't stand the
thought of letting him go. The grown man would never in a million
years have been open to a relationship with Harry, and so Harry
instinctively kept those desires trapped in his subconscious. But
now...now everything had changed. The striking young man who could
give him an erection in his sleep might just be someone he could win
over.

Suddenly his many varied Snapes disappeared and he was alone once
again in his fantasy with the young man naked on his bed. He was down
between Severus' legs, sucking him off. 'Mmm. So cute...come for
me...' And his fantasy did. Severus arched and cried and he
imagined the hot liquid spurting into his mouth. He didn't know why
that, of all things, sent him spiraling, but his vision whited out
and he moaned loudly as he bucked twice more up into his hand, arse
muscles clenching tightly, and squirted, eyes squeezed tightly shut
as his seed arched through the air and landed in hot spurts across
his stomach. He fell limp against the mattress, his hand working out
the last of the intense orgasm, which squirted and dribbled over his
fingers. “Nngh...”

**

Severus, well-intentioned and oblivious to what was happening in
Harry's bedroom, put the fever-reducing potion carefully on a tray
with a cup of tea, a sandwich, and some slices of fresh fruit. He
knew instinctively (though he had no recollection of making this
potion before) that it could cause stomach pain if taken without
food. He found, much to his surprise, that he was working without
the instructions for the bulk of the preparation, and only checked
himself when he realized he was doing so. His body apparently
remembered a few things his mind didn't. 'I suppose it's not so
easy to erase twenty-something years,' he thought as he took the
tray carefully and headed back upstairs.

He had to do some creative balancing to get Harry's door open. He
didn't want to knock – surely Harry would be resting. He would
just lay it on the nightstand and he could eat it when he woke.

...what he saw Harry doing from the open doorway was definitely not
resting. Harry moaned loudly, his semen arching out of his prick and
splattering across his taut stomach. The very naked man fell limp
against the mattress, hand milking the rest of his seed from his
spent member and let out a contented groan.

Severus' dark eyes widened in shock and he quickly removed himself
from the room. His hands were shaking, but he managed to set the
tray down carefully, without breaking anything, in front of the door
before retreating back to his own room – the image of Harry –
glorious and sweating in the sunlight – shooting his load all
over himself burned into his retinas. It felt like all he could see
whether his eyes were open or closed. He wrapped his arms around
himself and shivered, biting his lip at the swell of lust filling his
groin.

“...bollocks.”

Severus sighed and locked his door, wishing Harry had bothered to
lock his, before settling onto the bed and gritting his teeth, biting
his lip, and burying his face into the fluffy pillows as needed to
mask his moans.

Later, that evening as he lay freshly sated (for the third time that
day – he just couldn't fight the image of Harry's afternoon
wank from his mind!) against the mattress, Severus stared up at that
canopy and pursed his lips in thought. He wondered about the
newspaper clipped photograph, and just how long he'd had such a fancy
for Harry, how guilty he must have felt about it...how many times he
must have wanked looking at that adorably accosted facial
expression...

...and how in the hell he was supposed to get through a summer of
living with such a handsome man who he fancied and who he could no
longer look at without remembering how god-like he looked when he
came.

Severus glowered at this thought and curled up on his side. 'I
really need to work on keeping my expression more neutral or he'll
figure me out in no time...channel the spirit that possessed me
during the trial, or something...and maybe wear the baggier pants...'

TO
BE CONTINUED...
- 5
- 6
- 7
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