Filling in the Nights
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,206
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Filling in the Nights
Author's Notelet :: Yes, it's short... more to come, I promise - and this is my first try at writing smut so be nice... (and also, because people have asked, Snape washed his hair before turning up, okay?)
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It was the night before the full moon, and the wolf was on the prowl. Dressed to kill in tight black leather trousers and a flowing ebony shirt, he moved, predator-like, through the seething crowds. Heads turned to watch his confident stride as he passed.
Despite this palpable attention, he didn't change his course, heading determinedly towards "The Moon", his favourite nightclub. He paused at the entrance to sniff the air and then stalked inwards, shaking his long, dark-blond hair out of his face.
***
On the dance floor, Severus Snape was in his element. Heated flesh pressed against his naked torso, moving in time with the pounding beat, and rough hands ran themselves through his silky black hair. The club was a blur of faces as man after man passed by him, lost in the music. His lips were sore from more kisses than he could count and he was drenched in sweat, but he hadn't had nearly enough yet. In fact, he'd decided earlier, he wasn't going back to Hogwarts until he'd followed someone up those back stairs and had a good fuck.
Here might be my opportunity, he thought, feeling a pair of strong arms encircle him from behind and harsh breath in his ear. He draped his hand backwards and met soft hair. Pulling it forwards, he caught a glimpse of blond in the sparse lighting.
Lucius, he realised, pushing backwards instinctively. Soft lips made their way down his sweaty neck as he groaned and shuddered in response. Fingers laced through his and drew him backwards, towards the inviting flight of stairs. He followed willingly, smiling to himself.
***
The wolf growled when he saw a familiar dark head in the throbbing mass of exposed human flesh. Pushing dancing men from his path, he advanced purposefully, homing in on his prey.
His target responded enthusiastically to the predator's questing lips, and followed him without hesitation or resistance.
***
It was the night before the full moon, and the wolf was on the prowl. Dressed to kill in tight black leather trousers and a flowing ebony shirt, he moved, predator-like, through the seething crowds. Heads turned to watch his confident stride as he passed.
Despite this palpable attention, he didn't change his course, heading determinedly towards "The Moon", his favourite nightclub. He paused at the entrance to sniff the air and then stalked inwards, shaking his long, dark-blond hair out of his face.
***
On the dance floor, Severus Snape was in his element. Heated flesh pressed against his naked torso, moving in time with the pounding beat, and rough hands ran themselves through his silky black hair. The club was a blur of faces as man after man passed by him, lost in the music. His lips were sore from more kisses than he could count and he was drenched in sweat, but he hadn't had nearly enough yet. In fact, he'd decided earlier, he wasn't going back to Hogwarts until he'd followed someone up those back stairs and had a good fuck.
Here might be my opportunity, he thought, feeling a pair of strong arms encircle him from behind and harsh breath in his ear. He draped his hand backwards and met soft hair. Pulling it forwards, he caught a glimpse of blond in the sparse lighting.
Lucius, he realised, pushing backwards instinctively. Soft lips made their way down his sweaty neck as he groaned and shuddered in response. Fingers laced through his and drew him backwards, towards the inviting flight of stairs. He followed willingly, smiling to himself.
***
The wolf growled when he saw a familiar dark head in the throbbing mass of exposed human flesh. Pushing dancing men from his path, he advanced purposefully, homing in on his prey.
His target responded enthusiastically to the predator's questing lips, and followed him without hesitation or resistance.