snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap, @ 2007-01-09 08:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | creation: fic, rated: nc-17, thewenchywiccan |
Happy Daft Day ravenna_c_tan!
Recipient: ravenna_c_tan
Title: Alone
Author: thewenchywiccan
Rating: Adult
Warnings: dubious consent
Prompt/Summary: Things (kinks) you would like included in your gift: Dubious consent, forced bonding, magic used during sex.
Author's Note: please enjoy! :)
Harry sat at the edge of the Black Lake, his jeans rolled up to his knees and his bare feet swishing about the cool water.
It was late Summer and Hogwarts seemed nearly abandoned, which was why Harry had chosen to return. All the students and staff gone. He could be at peace. He could be himself, without any expectations or guilt hanging over him whatsoever.
He'd missed this place since he left over a year ago, after Dumbledor's funeral. And even in the midst of the War still, he needed to be here.
So much had changed. He was nothing like the boy that had marched through the gates of Hogwarts at 11 years old and dazzled by everything so easily. Now, at 17, things had changed. Everything it seemed. But not this place. Not Hogwarts. With a sigh Harry threw a small gray stone into the lake, enjoying the satisfying splash he produced. He looked around at the beautiful dense, green trees around him. You could see the stars here. You were utterly free.
Harry threw another stone and promised himself, one day, when he could, he would build a house right here on this lake. The deep solitude and darkness of the night soon wore on him though, and he began to tire. He Transfigured a patch of flowers into blankets and a pillow, took off his glasses and settled in. He had no desire at the moment to leave the lakeside, so he wouldn't until morning.
Soon, the young man was fast asleep, unaware that as he slept, a completely silent observer had joined him. In billowing black robes, long black hair, a hooked nose and sallow complexion, Severus Snape was no beauty. Maybe that's why he'd been drawn to the lake, and Harry's lithe beauty.
Snape could see the young man's tousled hair in its usual state. His glasses were off and his vivid green eyes were closed in deep sleep. His fair complexion nearly glowed in the moonlight, perfect except for his scar, which in Snape's mind only enhanced Harry's beauty.
Snape shook his head and tried to push such thoughts from his mind. Yes, he enjoyed the company of men, and Harry was an attractive one, but these thoughts. They would lead to nowhere that was good. Instead Severus forced himself to take some calming breaths to still his heart that was suddenly beating against his chest. Taking a seat where he stood, he observed the other from a safe distance.
"Why?" he murmured. Why, of all the people, at this time and in this place was Harry here? Brushing a strand of hair out of his face in annoyance at not knowing, Snape took another calming breath before regarding Harry again. He was twitching and moaning slightly. In the throws of some nightmare no doubt. And the dream seemed to becoming worse by the moment.
Torn, Severus finally gave in, stood and walked over to Harry. Silently, he lay down next to the boy and spooned in behind him, one loose arm around his waist. Harry didn't wake, and the nightmare seemed gone for the time being. After a while, despite being very comfortable from the warmth and strength of Harry's body, Severus made to stand and return to the Castle.
It was nearing dawn.
As soon as he tried to move though, Harry whimpered and clutched at the arm that was about his waist. Taking the hint, Severus stayed where he was, and Harry relaxed, but only a little this time. Apparently the nightmare was still with him.
Giving in to temptation, feeling the need to comfort the other however he could, Severus brushed a kiss against Harry's neck, where it met his shoulder. He heard Harry moan, but this moan was one of pleasure, not fear. Severus, delighted and intrigued very much wanted to continue, but didn't feel like getting clocked in the face when Harry awoke and found him.
Giving in, Severus cast a Sleeping Charm, sending Harry into a deeper sleep, ensuring that he wouldn't wake until Dawn.
Satisfied, Severus returned to his study of the beautiful body before him. Giving another kiss to his Harry's neck, Severus allowed his hands to gently explore the lean, taut expanse of stomach that Harry's baggy Tshirt hid from the world.
Still responsive, Harry moaned once more and arched into the touch.
Even though such a reponse was beautiful, Severus felt he could do better, for both of them, and gently turned Harry on his side, so they were facing each other, his hands never stopping their exploration. And with Harry's full pink lips now bared to him, Severus couldn't help but lean forward and brush his own lips across them, to revel in their sweetness.
Severus' hands traveled across the other's firm back, and down to even firmer ass. Harry moaned against Severus' lips and pushed back against the hands that were so gently kneeding and pleasuring him. As Severus kissed with reverance Harry's face, neck and lips, his hands travelled ever closer to the other's hardening desire. When his hands finally reached their mutually desired goal, they both moaned, and Harry thrust helplessly into the willing, firm yet gentle grip of the hand that touched him.
Swallowing a nervous lump, Severus teased the head of Harry's desire as he contemplated the next best course. This was Harry.
He was special. Always had been. And he only had this one night. He wanted to do right by the other man. Giving a few gentle tugs with his hand, Severus slid down Harry's body, unbuttoning and tugging the man's jeans as he went, until his lips were inches away from the most beautiful, leaking cock he'd ever seen. Harry's hands settled themselves not ungently in Severus' hair, seemingly of their own accord, as Severus gave a tentative kiss to the head of Harry's desire.
It must have been well received, because Harry moaned and tightened his grip in the Potion Master's hair. With a smile, Severus applied himself to the task at hand, taking Harry as far into his mouth as he could, sucking, licking and kissing without mercy. Touching himself, Severus let his free hand came up to gently cup Harry's sac, and this sent Harry over the edge, and he fell over the brink with a sharp cry and tug at Severus' hair, sending the Potions Master over the edge as well.
Not wanting to miss a drop of the sweetest thing he'd ever tasked, Severus cleaned Harry, and himself as best he could.
With a sigh, and a kiss to Harry's cheek, Severus stood and made himself walk away. After all, they were both destined to be alone.