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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter 8

It had been two weeks since Harry had snogged Severus Snape in the
kitchen. Ever since, he'd been fantasizing about feeding the
adorable young man strawberries dipped in an entirely different kind
of cream. Severus was, of course, naked and flushed in these
fantasies.

Harry hissed as he shaved a bit too much from his jaw in his
distraction and put down his wand to pat at the little patch of blood
left behind where he'd nicked himself. He sighed heavily.

Two weeks. Two bloody weeks! ...and he still hadn't been able
to determine from Snape's behavior if a repeat performance would be
welcome or get him killed. 'Being killed might not be so bad, if
he kissed back first,' Harry thought, unable to repress a bemused
smile. He'd long since given up on trying to repress his more
lustful thoughts where Snape was involved – it was an exercise
in futility, but he had found a glamour to cast over the front
of his trousers that would make them appear properly flat to the
naked eye. It saved him more than a bit of embarrassment,
considering that he was pretty sure he had a boner more often than he
didn't ever since Severus had moved in with him.

'It's not my fault. He should stop being so adorable,' Harry
justified as he lifted the flier he'd been given his last time
grocery shopping. 'A muggle fair, huh? Fireworks at the end of
the night. It's probably not his sort of thing but...maybe he'll be
willing to go just to get out of the house.'

That's when he heard Severus scream.

**

It had been two weeks since Harry had kissed him and he hadn't tried
again. 'I guess it was a lapse of judgment after all. Of course
it was, how could anyone possibly want this?' He frowned at his
reflection - a walking skeleton as far as he was concerned. Even if
you overlooked the hair that was too shiny, and the annoying little
gap between his teeth, he still looked emaciated. No matter how much
he ate, he could never seem to put any weight on, and he often forgot
entire meals when lost in a good book. His arms were too thin, his
fingers too long, his collarbone too pronounced. He had, in his
opinion and most everyone else's, not a single appealing physical
attribute.

On the other hand, Harry was absolutely dashing – a brilliant
smile, vibrant green eyes...thin, but with a subtle firmness
everywhere. He was certain that Harry could have anyone he wanted.
That kiss...it had only been the moment – the quiet and the
moonlight always made things more appealing then they were. In the
harsh light of day, Harry obviously wanted to forget it ever
happened. If it's what Harry wanted then Severus decided it was what
Harry would get. He'd grown rather accustomed to one-sided love
stories anyway.

He stepped into the shower. He'd never used this bathroom, but Harry
was in the one upstairs, and he saw no reason to rush him. He turned
the water to a comfortable temperature – hot enough to turn the
skin a nice, rosy pink, but not hot enough to burn, and stepped
inside. A nice, hot shower was just what the healer ordered. He
started with his hair as he always did. Lather, rinse, repeat. Repeat
again. He always shampooed thrice. It didn't seem to make a
difference, the dark strands were far too shiny regardless, but it
made him feel better having put forth the extra effort. Then he
reached for the soap. He dragged it over his arms, chest...scrub and
rinse, scrub and rinse...and just when he was rinsing the soap from
his genitals, he very clearly felt something grab his arse!

Startled, he threw himself from the shower and grabbed a towel,
spinning about, to find a gap-toothed old woman leering at him,
reaching... “Aaah!!!!”

He screamed, leaped from the room, and kicked the door shut, clumsily
falling onto his arse with the towel tumbling across his lap, only
barely offering some semblance of modesty as he heard footsteps
thundering down the stairs.

**

Harry barreled around the corner and took the last steps two at a
time. He didn't know what he was expecting to find, but Severus
Snape naked and sopping on the hallway floor was definitely not it.
His groin swelled at even a glance of the flushed, lanky body he'd
been imagining every night for well over a month.

...and he laughed when he realized what had happened. “Oh, oh
god...hahaha...”

Severus fixed him with an annoyed, sulky expression as he tried to
fumble with the towel to wrap it properly about his waist in as
dignified a manner as possible while climbing to his feet.

“...sorry, sorry...” Harry said, wiping a tear from his
eye. “Did I not tell you about the poltergeist in the second
bathroom?”

Severus' lip quivered indignantly. “Apparently not, or why
would I...” his voice failed him as he couldn't find words to
express his disinclination to shower with grabby old hags.

'Damn towel's in the way,' Harry's
Evil Little Voice informed him. 'Damn right it is,'
Harry couldn't help but agree. But just because he thought so didn't
mean he would do anything about it. He was maybe a bit of a pervert
– already rock solid in his pants in spite of his sense of
humor, but he wasn't going to make advances where they weren't
welcome. So he told himself, but his legs had already carried him
the last few feet so that he was less than an arm's length away from
Severus. He was already brushing some wet hair away from his
forehead. “I'm really sorry, Severus,” he said
earnestly. “This house has so many quirks. I just forgot to
mention it. You believe me, right?”

'Oh Merlin, he's touching me again with those hands...'
He shuddered a bit, unable to repress it, but hoped Harry would be
willing to brush it off to being cold from standing all but
completely naked in the hallway. His tunic was trapped in the
bathroom with the pervy poltergeist, maybe forever. He sure as hell
wouldn't be going in to get it any time soon. “I believe you,”
he said, and didn't know why it had come out as nearly a whisper as
Harry (for some unfathomable reason) caressed his cheekbone with his
thumb and let his fingers coil around the side of his face. He
instinctively tilted into it.

Harry's eyes widened marginally in surprise. That was it! The hint
he'd been waiting for, the sign that Severus might be open to another
thorough snogging. It was the way his eyes softened as he titled his
face ever so slightly into Harry's touch.

Severus had only the barest instant to prepare himself. He saw the
way Harry looked down at him with an unfathomable hunger in his
emerald gaze, and then his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. At
that moment, he was absolutely positive Harry was going to kiss him
again, but as soon as the realization hit, so did Harry's mouth,
crushing against his own with desperate force. The tongue plied
urgently at his lips only for the briefest of moments before Severus
parted them for him. When their tongues clashed this time it was
much more fevered than the last. It was a kiss riddled with two
weeks of waiting and uncertainty, two weeks of the desire in them
filling up to bursting, and the reasons Harry would waste his time
kissing someone as unappealing as Severus no longer mattered to the
slighter male, as long as Harry didn't stop. He let himself go –
wrapping his arms about Harry's neck as Harry crushed him against the
wall, gasping into the kiss as he felt the other man's erection
jabbing into his pelvis.

Harry moaned into the passionate
kiss. 'Fuck I want you...'
“Mnn...god, you're so cute,” he murmured breathlessly
before devouring Snape's lips again.

“Nngh...L-liar...” Severus answered heavily when next
their lips parted.

Harry groaned into the next ravenous kiss. “Like hell I am,”
he answered breathlessly. “You've no idea how adorable you
are.” Severus didn't have a chance to reply before Harry's
tongue was down his throat again. He was becoming more than a little
aroused, but it didn't seem that embarrassing when he could clearly
feel Harry's hard heat pressed against him. “...no idea how
often I think of you while tugging on my prick...” Harry
groaned, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips a bit. He
could feel Severus growing against him and wanted nothing more than
to truly enjoy the fullness of the erection he'd been dreaming about.

Severus shuddered, the memory of watching Harry come bursting to the
forefront of his mind and flashing behind his closed eyelids. He
moaned into Harry's mouth and forgot to protest when Harry –
drunk on their kisses – gently pulled the towel away and let it
fall to the ground. His kisses began to wander then – across
Snape's jaw, down his throat...

“Every night,” Harry
murmured against the young man's collarbone as he wrapped his fingers
around the flesh he'd imagined wrapping his tongue around on so very
many occasions – hot and heavy in his hand. 'Fuck
yes...so cute, so sexy, so perfect.'
It felt like this moment had somehow been fated since Harry had first
caught sight of Severus at the staff table on his first day in
Hogwarts at age eleven, which of course he knew was ridiculous, but
at the moment thought was wonderfully romantic – imagining they
were made for one another since the beginning and fate had conspired
to create a situation in which it would all work out. “Does
that turn you on?” he murmured against the shell of Snape's
ear. “...knowing that I think of you every night while I
pleasure myself?” He smirked against the younger man's jaw and
murmured, “...usually more than once. ...and in the morning,
too...” He left an angry red mark on Severus' pristine white
throat and moved up to devour his tongue again.

Severus was helpless against the
onslaught. He could only moan into Harry's mouth as Harry orally
molested him and jerked him off. He panted and groaned, knowing that
if Harry didn't stop he wasn't going to last. Harry showed no signs
of stopping. Quite the opposite, in fact. He released Severus'
mouth and moved down the other side of his throat, leaving another
mark on one bony shoulder, and then moving his head down further to
suck a lust-perked nipple into his mouth.

Severus cried out loudly at this, overcome as Harry eagerly sucked
one bead and then the other. The grip on his prick became tighter,
more adamant, and Severus – unable to withstand the pleasure –
came with a sharp cry all over His freshly washed stomach and Harry's
hand.

Harry gave him one more deep kiss before releasing him, realizing far
too late that he really shouldn't have suddenly slammed Severus into
the wall and grabbed his cock like a mutt in heat. “Severus,
I...”

But Severus' legs refused to hold him and he slumped to the floor on
his arse with his slender thighs spread and his flushed face masked
by his dark hair.

Harry lowered himself to his knees and gently reached to tilt Snape's
face towards his own. He must be pissed. He had every right to be
pissed. Harry tried to think these logical thoughts, but he was so
hard he could barely remember his own name. “Severus...?”

Severus lifted his dark eyes and Harry was relieved to find no hints
of anger there. He leaned forward and kissed the slighter male
softly. Severus opened his mouth and let Harry enjoy a much more
languid oral exploration this time. When they pulled apart again,
Snape bit his lip. He knew he was the only one who'd gotten off.
Surely he could...he'd wanked plenty of times, after all. Wanking
someone else must be more or less the same thing, just from a
different angle. He wouldn't make a fool of himself, right?

He let out a quivering breath and pulled Harry's bottoms down his
hips. The large, leaking cock sprung eagerly free of them, Harry
hissing as the fabric slid over it.

“Severus...you don't have to...” Harry tried to impress
that fact, but his voice, while saying the proper words, sounded in
tone far more like 'oh fuck yes please!'

“I know,” Severus answered, finding himself suddenly
inexplicably calm. He shyly leaned forward to initiate a soft kiss
between them for the first time as he took Harry's thick shaft in
hand and began to stroke it. He used both hands, uncertain at first,
but gaining confidence in stroking the hard cock and palming the
heavy balls as Harry could no longer withstand the kissing and
dropped his head, panting, against Snape's shoulder. It didn't take
long at all, as riled as Harry was, before he rasped out Severus'
name and came hot and heavy – adding his own release to the
mess already spattered across Severus' stomach.

Severus let a shuddering breath go, unable to overcome the guilty
pleasure. It felt so good – Harry making a mess of him like
this, splattering his messy release all over his stomach and hands as
he moaned out his pleasure – pleasure that Severus had been
able to clumsily give him. He'd actually just brought someone else
to orgasm. Feeling the evidence spatter thickly against his torso
drove that home and he knew he wanted to do it again. Not right now,
mind, but he wanted to make Harry cry out his name like that again,
definitely – as frequently as possible, please and thank you.

Harry took a long moment to catch his breath before lifting his head
again, fixing Severus with an impish smile and a soft kiss. “There's
this thing tonight,” he said after a while of sitting
comfortably silent together. Severus didn't particularly care that
the mess on his stomach was starting to get dry and sticky – it
was his proof that he wasn't dreaming, after all. “Nothing
spectacular, just a muggle fair, but there will be fireworks and
such. Do you...maybe want to go?”

“Like a date?” Severus asked before his brain caught up
with his mouth.

Harry smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to Snape's thin lips.
“Exactly like a date,” he purred. “It probably
won't interest you that much, but I thought it would be nice to get
out for the night...”

Severus tightened his grip around Harry's shoulders marginally. “If
it's a date, then I'll go,” he answered.

Harry smirked. “And if it wasn't a date?” he asked,
though it was obvious already that it was definitely a date.

“Then I wouldn't be interested,” Severus blanketed.

Harry didn't know what possessed him to drag his finger through the
mess on Snape's stomach and treat the younger man to the sight of him
dragging his tongue over their mixed seed and ingest it, but it was
worth it to see the way Severus shuddered. '...and the taste
really isn't as bad as everyone says. I could definitely get used to
it,' that perverted voice in his mind noted. He smirked
playfully and kissed the corner of the younger man's mouth. “The
other bathroom is available now,” he murmured, eyes dragging
pointedly over Severus' slender, soiled, and entirely too alluring
body. “...if you want to clean up.”

Severus scrambled to his feet and nodded awkwardly, taking two wooden
steps toward the stairs before remembering to backtrack for the towel
so as not to wander about the house naked.

As he disappeared upstairs, Harry leaned back on his arse and licked
his lips. Mmm. Severus wandering about the house naked. 'All
cute and sexy, with all that pale skin on display...just doing
ordinary things like making tea, or reading a book, but without a
bloody stitch of clothing on...making it so incredibly easy for me to
just...bend him over all kinds of things and plunge into his tight
arse...fill it up... Augh! Evil Little Voice, isn't the wank enough
for you? If I wank any more my prick is going to fall off.' 'But it
would be ridiculously sexy, wouldn't it?' 'Well yeah,
obviously, him running about starkers like that would be brilliant,
but he's not as much of a pervert as apparently I am.' He glared
down at his half-hard cock and gave it a good squeeze. Severus would
be in the shower for a while anyway. Who was watching? “Mmn...”
'Lovely, being a wizard, isn't it?' Evil Little Voice
commented. 'You know, muggles can't get it up this quickly after
being spent, and eventually they run out of cum. It would be rather
horrifying, wouldn't it? To have no more milk to squirt all over his
slender, moon-pale body...' 'Oh...fuck...nngh...Evil Little Voice, I
seriously hate you right now...' Harry bit his lip as he jerked
himself off in the middle of the hallway. He couldn't wait to get to
his room. 'You're turning me into a nympho...' “Mmn...Severus...”
he groaned. This was ridiculous! He'd only just come, but once never
seemed to be enough when Severus Snape was involved. 'Don't be
ridiculous. You can't suddenly become something you weren't from the
start.' “Aaahn...” 'You want him...'
“Yess...” 'Badly.' “...yes...” 'Hard
and fast and repeatedly.' “Ooh, fuck yes...!” 'You
want to take his innocence...' “Yes....” Harry
sobbed as he bucked into his hand, imagining Severus open before him
for the first time. 'You want to shag him. You want to shag him
so thoroughly and so often that it's practically a career.”
“Oh, holy hell...” Harry rasped at his dirty
thoughts as he bucked his recently spent prick into his hand, tugging
it hard and fast, imagining plunging into Severus over and over
again. Morning. Noon. Night. Rinse and repeat. “Oooh...”
'You want him to want you as desperately as you want him.' “Oh
Merlin yes...” Harry sobbed, on the edge of yet another orgasm
that, were he not a wizard he damn well knew would be physically
impossible, and even as a wizard thought really ought to be –
this much wanking, while a very creative way of exercising, really
couldn't be healthy. 'And more than you want him to want you...'
“Oooh, fuck...gonna come...” 'You want him to love
you.' Harry let out a strangled cry and reached a shuddering
climax as his Evil Little Voice, for the first time, said something
that wasn't dirty. “Love you, Severus,” he moaned.
“Fucking adore you. Always have...” he murmured
senselessly as he came down off the high and fell back against the
hallway floor. His spine felt like it had oozed out of his body. It
was only with the utmost effort that he managed to climb to his feet
and thoroughly scourgify the floor and walls. ...and himself, while
he was at it.

Back to his senses, he smirked to himself and couldn't help but hum
something jaunty as he made his way back to his room to get properly
dressed. 'Date. He likes me. He wants to date me...' he
thought giddily, and told his Evil Little Voice to shut the fuck up
when it teased him for the fangirlish squeal that echoed through his
mind.

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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