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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter and make no money/profit from my stories....though i wish i could. Reviews always welcome.

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Another thank you to everyone following this story.

Originally I was going to end it on this chapter but I think my boys still have a long way to go. Hope you’ll stay along for the ride.

Finding himself unable to tear his eyes away from the vision of a flushed and aroused Severus, Harry moaned. A scream lodged in his throat as Severus clenched around the base of his cock once then twice, the smirk on his face informing Harry that he was aware of what he was doing.

Harry growled, low and dangerous, hands grasping Severus’ hips. Fingers digging in, sure that he would be leaving bruises littered all over Severus. Part of him rejoicing at marking what he now considered to be his, mind reeling at these possessive feelings that were bursting to the surface.

He’s mine, mine ,mine, mine!

Running his fingers through Severus’ hair only to tug sharply, pulling him down to slam their lips together, swallowing Severus’ moans as he bucked up. His cock sliding deeper, the tip rubbing along his prostate.

Biting Severus’ bottom lip to hold his own moans at bay. The rhythmic twitching of the velvet tunnel sculpting itself to him, the ring of muscle at his entrance gripping firmly.

Severus’ moans increased in pitch, gasping into Harry’s mouth. His tongue lapping eagerly, his own thrusts pushing down to meet Harry’s forceful ones. The slap of skin hitting skin echoing within the warm room. Harry lifted his knees, feet digging into the mattress to get more leverage behind his lunges. His hands slid down from Severus hips to grab at his buttocks, spreading Severus wide, his hole stretching further around his cock.

Severus arched his back, his hips slamming down, Harry’s cock plunging deep and hard. Only stopping its ascent when he bottomed out, buried ball deep inside Severus accommodating hole. The only noises emerging from them were deep grunts and breathy moans.

Harry sucked harder at his tongue, trying to devour him whole. Severus responding with equal vigour, tongue chasing Harry’s mapping teeth and gums. Gradually the pace began to slow down, slow languid kisses and fingers caressing skin with reverence . Harry’s thrusts becoming long and deep, the two men relishing the feel of each other. Breaking away long enough to gulp for air, the two of them found themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Shocked at the emotion they both saw residing there, Harry’s heart leapt at the possibility that Severus might feel the same way.

As quickly as those emotions appeared on Severus’ face they dispersed, replaced with a distant look. Grinding down harder on Harry, focused on the chase of release. His body jerking and slamming down hard on him, his own cock dripping.

Despairing at the change in mood, Harry grabbed his face between both hands, Desperate to reclaim their early intimacy. Severus shook his head, avoiding Harry’s anguished eyes. Harry clutched tighter, forcing Severus to look at him. His thrusts down onto Harry’s cock calming, his whimpers fading to quiet murmurs.

“Shh, look at me.” Harry’s voice cracked with ill suppressed emotion.

Severus squeezed his eyes shut, face pale and tired. He shook his head, body bucking down to create momentum again. Harry seized his hips, forcing him over on to his back. Shaft still embedded deep within him, both of them moaning at the sensation. Harry nestled between his Severus’ trembling thigh, his whole body shaking.

“Please… look at me… Severus.” the quiet plea on his name, forced Severus to open his eyes.

“Say you want me.” Harry punctuated the words with a slow thrust forward, tilting his hips to drag the tip across that little nub of pleasure.

Severus moaned, back arching and fighting to keep his eyes focused on Harry. The emotion he saw there making him struggle to get away. Harry ran a soothing hand down his thigh, fingers gentle and soft against his fevered skin.

“Say you want me.” he repeated the words, frantic for him to reply.

Severus shut his eyes, face contorted as though in great pain, his struggles stopping as if surrendering in defeat. His voice cracking, low and husky as he answered.

“I want you… oh merlin.. I know I shouldn’t.” the misery in his voice bringing tears to Harry’s eyes.

“I want you just as much.” Harry pulled him into his arms, feeling Severus tense immediately. He pulled back, willing him to see how much he was wanted and needed. Lips found his, tongues teasing, frantic in their pursuit. Harry broke the kiss sensing the inner turmoil that Severus was subjecting himself to.

Why can’t he just be with me?

Why is he fighting this?

Severus pushed at his chest, trying to dislodge him. Harry winced when his nails caught his chest, leaving a stinging red cut. Severus stared at the scratch, appearing to fascinated by the blooming blood that rapidly filled the graze. Harry sat back, hissing with pain, reaching a tentative finger to the scratch, a long line of blood running down to his navel. Harry looked at the smear of blood on his fingertip, glancing up to see a horrified Severus. Noticing that he was torn between the cut and looking at the dark mark on his forearm.

Driven by a mindless idea, Harry reached his bloody finger over to his forearm, Severus gasped as he ran the tip along the tattoo, blood smearing as he traced the lines. Leaning down to follow the pattern he had drawn with his tongue, the coppery taste assaulted his taste buds as he lapped at the mark. Smiling to himself when he noted the little gasps that were falling from Severus’ lips, pupils dilated with desire. Lips brushed against each other, Harry sharing his blood with Severus, the carnality of the act, firming both their cocks to the point of painful.

He pulled back, his cock still rock hard slid out until the tip was just poised inside Severus entrance. The muscle clamping down to draw him back, the heat from inside luring Harry back. He resisted the urge to plunge.

“Say kiss me.” Harry teased, bottom lip still red with his own blood. He licked along with the tip of his tongue, following Severus’ eyes as he traced the movement.

“Kiss me.”

Crushing their mouths together while at the same time thrusting deep and hard inside the amazing heat. The pace fast, gasping breath into each others lungs. Severus lifted his hips higher, wrapping his legs around Harry’s waist. The position allowing for deeper penetration, the fluttering of him around Harry’s rigid length, made him harden further. His cock now battering his prostate on every plunge forward.

Harry couldn’t barely breathe, his thoughts having become jumbled. Heart pounding loudly in his chest, balls tight and overwhelmed with the need to come, he instinctively reached to wrap his fingers around Severus’ twitching member.

Two strokes and Harry stopped breathing. The muscle gripping his cock so tightly it was almost painful, mind reeling unsure of what was happening until he felt hot come splatter his chest and coat his hand.

Severus shouting “Yes.. Oh fuck.. yes…Harry!”

The sound of his own name shouted with such pleasure tore his climax from him, Harry screamed Severus’ name. His orgasm intense, balls erupting deep inside the clasping channel. He buried his face in Severus’ neck whimpering, lips placing delicate kisses along Severus' throbbing pulse point.

They lay in each others arms, body pressed tightly together as they listened to gradually calming breaths and heartbeats. Harry’s eyes shut tightly, face still hidden against Severus’ neck, frightened to look at him. Breathing his scent in, memorizing it, fighting the feeling that this may be the only time he would get the chance.

“Please don’t make me leave.” he pleaded, voice muffled.

Severus tensed, taking a deep breath. Harry’s heart stuttered, stomach clenched, knowing the rejection that was coming next. Waiting to hear the argument for all the reasons why they couldn’t be together.

He pulled away , tear forming in his eyes, threatening to fall at any second, he started to scramble off the bed. Knowing if he looked at him, the tears would escape. Strong arms enveloped him, pulling him to the warm, solid chest.

Heart bursting when he heard the hushed, rich tones whispering.

“Stay with me.”
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