conzieu (conzieu) wrote in bbtp_challenge, @ 2010-09-02 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2010 fic, 2010 hp, m/m pairing, the challenge |
Fic: Harry Potter (Harry/severus)
Title: September 1st, 1998
Author: conzieu
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: Very NC17
Word Count: 3800
Warnings: Porn is porny. Rimming, felching, top!Snape, bottom!Snape
Summary: Harry knocks, Severus lets him in, they confess their love and fuck. And fuck. And fuck again. Also known as PWP.
A/N: 20% fluff, 80% porn. No thieving intended. No beta! Sorry… If you see mistakes, please comment so I can clean them up!
September 1st, 1998
Severus Snape feels well again.
It has been a hard recovery but finally, he his himself again, ready to resume his duties as Headmaster, only this time, being able to make the school and the students his first priority. He has great plans for the school. However, before anything else, he has an urgent matter to attend to.
Harry Potter.
The young man was at his side constantly when he was in the hospital wing, but the most instructive part of his constant companionship came when Severus was in a light coma, at the very beginning. He had been unable to communicate, and had had no control over his body, but had been perfectly aware of his surroundings.
That Harry was not conscious of this was made very clear by his confession: He’d had a crush on the half-blood prince, had not been able to separate Snape from the half-blood prince for a long time, had realized how he felt about Snape after viewing his memories, and was completely and desperately in love with him, despite knowing his feelings would never be returned.
Harry had helped with Severus’s rehab, and anytime he had been close to Severus, he had been unable to hide his body’s reaction, though Severus had pretended not to notice.
But now Severus is well again. And if an infatuated, horny teenager is to be is reward for his years of hardship, who is he to demure?
There is a knock on the door. Perfect. He is here. Severus welcomes him.
“Come in, Harry.”
Potter looks stunned at he use of his first name, and blushes delightedly. He is beautiful, really.
“How are you Professor?”
Severus smiles at him, knowing very well how that expression, which he has kept hidden for years, changes his features. He has used it as a “Come hither” for years, when he goes to muggle gay clubs to get some relief of his physical urges. It has quite literally brought many men to their knees…
“Fully recovered, thanks in no small part to your help, Harry.”
He smiles again. Potter ‘s teenage body is betraying him in everyway, and Severus loves it. Potter’s blush has intensified, his eyes are shining, and his muggle jeans are of no help at all on hiding his arousal. Severus feels his own body’s gratifying response to the young man’s uncontrolled display.
“I have asked you here today to express my deepest thanks to you,” says Severus. He raises a hand to stop Potter’s predictable protest, and smiles at him again, which has the desired effect of subduing the usually unstoppable youth.
“You literally saved my life, and your presence at my side during my recovery has been essential in more ways than one. The…affection you have shown me has given me the motivation I needed to want to recover. I have been hoping (and there he breaks eye contact as if the following admission is difficult for him) that your affection may in the future grow into something more, since I am forced to admit I myself have developed …strong feelings toward you.”
He looks again at Harry, whose face now shines with hope.
“Professor… You have no idea what this means to me.”
Really? No idea? Ah, lovely, lovely transparent boy.
“The truth is… I have been in love with you for quite some time.”
He steps closer to Severus, as if pushed by some irresistible force and goes on,
“I never thought you might return my feelings. I thought you would tell me I was too young to know what I wanted, that you were too old for me, that…”
Severus closes the gap between them, and cups Harry’s cheek in one of his hands.
“Oh, Harry! Why would I turn away a beautiful young lover? You are everything a man could want. Certainly everything I could want.”
He leans down, and brushes his lips on Harry’s. He feels them open like a flower in the sun, and starts exploring the young mouth softly and tenderly, bringing a sigh of pleasure from Harry. He tastes so good, of youth and innocence, and is so responsive. He pulls the young body tight against his, making sure Harry can feel his rock hard erection.
He looks into Harry’s eyes, which are dark with arousal.
“Harry, would you let me, would you allow me to make love to you? There is nothing I would like more …”
“Merlin yes!” Then Harry stumbles on his words, “But I have never… I don’t know what to do…”
Severus smiles at him, caressing his face and sliding his other hand onto the delightfully round cheeks of his ass.
“Would you be willing to just relax, and let me love you?”
“But…”
“If we are to become to each other what I hope we will, there will be many, many chances for you to reciprocate…”
And as he has hoped, Potter just melts into his embrace like butter. He kisses that delicious mouth again and apparates them to his bedroom (being headmaster had its privileges, and apparating within Hogwarts wards is one of them), and not wanting to further delay his gratification, banishes both their clothing to the chair across the room.
He has made sure the fire has burned hot since the early morning, and his dungeon bedroom is wonderfully warm and comfortable. The slightest push, and Potter is sprawled on his bed like a virgin offering. He is staring at Severus, his face suffused with trust and…love. Severus has known the young man’s feelings are real, but to see them so naked on his face, at this moment, is powerful indeed.
Potter’s skin is like silk under his hands, flawless and pale. It is a pleasure just to pet him in long strokes like a cat, and hear his sighs of comfort. With each stroke of his hands, however, Potter’s erection bobs, trying to remind Severus of its presence. Nestled in black and surprisingly soft hair, it rises proudly.
Severus, whose preference is ordinarily to bottom, appreciated its girth and length. In his own school days, there had been admiring jokes about the Gryffindor seeker: James Potter had been said to have two things in common with a hippogriff. His exquisite flying, and the size of his cock. It appears his son has blessedly inherited both from his father.
But Severus’s hunger for the young body focuses on a different part of his anatomy. He gently turned Potter over to lie on his belly, resting on his elbows, and continues his soft caresses. The youth’s ass is magnificent, the cheeks firm, round, and soft as silk.
Severus straddles his thighs, his weight on his knees, and proceeds to nibble at Harry’s neck and shoulders. The sounds he is making are wonderfully encouraging. Severus changes position to kneel between Harry’s thighs, kissing his way down the spine, nibbling the dimples above his ass, and finally running his wet and eager tongue down his crack. The mewling sound from Harry’s throat is very rewarding, and that is only the beginning. Severus parts Harry’s cheeks gently, uncovering the cutest ass hole he has ever seen, it’s little star shaped folds perfectly symmetrical, and surrounded by short soft down-like hair. Harry’s balls are tight in their sac beyond the hairless perineum, and Severus knows the teen is close to ejaculating, though he has yet to really touch him. He flattens his tongue, and licks a path from Harry’s balls, up his crack, passing over that perfect hole.
“Ohhhh!”
That is all the encouragement he needs to do it again, getting everything nice and wet, before going back and softly circling Harry’s hole. It smells earthy and wonderful. Unable to wait any longer, he sharpens his tongue, and thrusts it in.
“Aaahhh! Ahh, ahh, ahh!”
Harry is panting already. Merlin, Severus loves eating ass. It does not hurt that Harry’s hole somehow tastes like roasted almonds. He starts going in and out with his tongue, kissing, aspirating, nibbling, and pushing the tip as far in as it can go.
“Ahhh, ahhh, oh! Mer… oh! Aahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Aaaaaahhhh! Ohyesssssssssss….”
Severus feels the walls of Harry’s sphincter pulse tightly as Harry comes and comes and comes. How rewarding. With a goodbye twirl, Severus abandons Harry’s ass and turns him over. A wave of his hand and the bed is dry again, however, he has much more enjoyable ways to clean up Harry’s hairless and firm stomach.
He collects the sticky come with broad stripes of his tongue, slurping noisily when he finds a little pool in his navel. It tastes like fresh air. He starts licking Harry’s shaft, and taking him in hand, sucks the last drop of come out of the head. He tongues the slit, and suckles a little more, but Harry is now clean.
He decides that while he is there, he might as well practice his too long unused fellatio’s skills. In less than a minute Harry is anew fully hard, and his cock is a very satisfying throat full as Severus’s head bobs up and down, driving Harry shaft fully down his throat, breathing in on the upstroke. It is like riding a bicycle, one does not forget, but it is far, far more satisfying than a bike ride in the countryside.
Severus is quite sure that having his cock sucked by this professor is definitely part of Harry’s fantasy repertoire, so he applies himself to make reality even more enjoyable than the daydream. Twirling his tongue about the head, he uncovers a sensitive spot, and he broadens his tongue to softly stimulate it again and again until Harry is keening uninterruptedly.
He palms Harry’s balls and pushes the first knuckle of his middle finger up the still moist and pulsing hole as he sucks in the shaft to it’s base, the head lodged in he throat, where he hums and swallows, just in time to receive a hot jet of come in the back of his throat. He backs off a little so some of it gets on his tongue and he can savor the flavor.
He has not had a teenage lover since himself was a teenager, and he is loving it.
He abandons Harry’s spent shaft and works his way up to look at his lover’s face. Harry’s eyes are half closed, and under Severus’s gaze, his pulpous lips stretch into a smile. Severus smiles in response, and then licks the delightful mouth, begging for entrance. As it has before, Harry’s mouth welcomes him, tongue meeting tongue, sharing the taste of his essence, sliding softly against one another. Severus’s throat tightens at the sweetness of it.
His own cock is starting to ache with need, and it is time for him to seek release in the warmth of Harry’s body. He leans to whisper hotly in Harry’s ear.
“I want to fuck you Harry. Please, may I fuck you? May I slide my hard cock inside your tight ass hole and show you how good that feels? May I pump inside you until I cannot hold off any longer, and shoot my release in your ass as you come?”
“Please, oh please, yes… yes…. Now, please!”
And already the teenage wondercock is coming back to life.
After summoning the lube he has brewed especially for this moment from the top of the night table, he continued in the same hot whisper.
“I have to use my fingers to stretch your hole Harry, because my cock is so big and hard, and I don’t want to hurt you. This will make it, oh, so nice and easy. You’ll be doing it to me soon, so you can put your big hard cock in my tight ass.”
“You’ll let me do that?” Harry’s tone is awed.
“Oh yes, Harry, as often as possible, as deep as possible, as hard as possible. Hopefully, you will like fucking me, because I am very sure I will love being fucked by you.”
He put a large blob of lube where in the groove where Harry’s thigh met his belly, and his middle finger generously coated he circles Harry’s entrance, first lightly, and then more firmly. Dipping again in the lube, and kissing the lovely mouth hotly, he circles one more time, and slides in. Reflexively, the pucker tightens around his finger, but with a whispered “relax, Harry”, a wiggle of the finger tip and a deepening of the kiss, it opens up to accept Severus’s whole finger.
He pushes it in and out of the warm tightness, already imagining his cock in its place, and moaned appreciatively. Harry obviously liked the moan, since Severus felt a further loosening of the muscles that clamped his finger. He takes advantage of it, and slides in two fingers, and to his surprise, instead of a hiss, Harry emits an appreciative sigh.
“So good…”
As a reward for this exemplary behavior, Severus bends his fingers a little and caress Harry’s prostate lightly. Harry lets out an appreciative “Ahhhhh” and opened his eyes, smiling lazily at Severus.
“It just keeps on getting better…” he says, and raises his head slightly to capture Severus’s mouth into a long sensuous kiss.
Severus slips out his fingers momentarily, collects more lube, and slowly pushes in three fingers to the first knuckle. Harry starts panting, eyes closed. Pushing slowly in and out, getting a little deeper every time, Severus leaves Harry’s mouth and starts licking, kissing and mouthing his neck. Harry arches in appreciation, and Severus tongues and suckles the lovely neck muscles, forgetting himself enough given Harry’s enthusiastic response to suck hard in a couple of places to leave marks.
His fingers are fully in, and he is fucking Harry gently, wiggling his fingertips on his prostate while teasing his nipples with his tongue. Harry is moaning, arching and his cock is hard, with a little drop of pre-come shining at the tip. It is time.
Severus kneels between Harry’s legs, removes his fingers, and collects a good amount of lube that he put at Harry entrance. Then he coats himself generously, his cock trembling in anticipation. He brings Harry’s legs to his shoulders, and looks at the aroused face of his lover.
“Please…” is all he needed to hear, and he carefully slides home, as slowly as his body allows. He feels Harry reflexively bear down around his intrusion, and sheaths himself a little faster, until he is all the way in. Harry has collected the last of the lube from his belly, and is slowly fisting his shaft with one hand, and rolling his balls with the other, his eyes closed.
After a minute, he opens his eyes, lets go of himself and holds on to Severus’s forearms. He smiles that lazy smile at him, and say “Go”. Severus starts moving, slowly and gently at first, tilting until he has the right angle. Harry’s face relaxes, and he says “Yessss” and Severus starts moving in earnest.
He finally gets to concentrate on his own sensations. He has shut the incredible heat and tightness of Harry’s channel from his mind to control himself and pay attention to his lover, but now he allows it to become all about himself and his pleasure. When he tops, he likes it hard and he likes it deep, though he likes to back out once in a while and just massage the head of his cock in the sphincter area.
He lets his pleasure dictate his rhythm, backing out, playing at the entrance, plunging deep and hard and fast and pounding Harry into the mattress. He can feel his cock rubbing against Harry’s prostate, and is glad of it, though right now, he just fucks for himself. He lets it built, and slows down again, and lets it built prolonging the heaven he is in. Finally, not wanting to hold on any more, he looks at his lover again.
Harry is smiling at him, and says, ”I’m so close…”
“Then come,” he smiles back and he pounds himself to the most amazingly deep, heartrending, soul reaching orgasm of his life.
“Harrrrry!!!” He can feel Harry pulsing through his own release and opens his eyes. He reaches into his lover’s gaze, mind wide open, and through the waves of pleasure silently shouts “I love you, I love you, I love you!”. He feels Harry’s love wrap itself around his soul in answer, and closes his eyes, feeling as if he has captured Harry’s passion forever.
He collapses in a heap at Harry’s side, disbelieving of what he has just done. He has admitted to Harry feelings he had refused to admit to himself, opened his heart, and soul and let Harry in. He feels a terrifying feeling, like vertigo, sweeping across his mind, and cannot get enough of it. He suddenly recognizes it for what it is. Happiness. Complete and utter happiness.
He loves, and is loved in return. And the only thing he can think is “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” unsure if he is thanking some heretofore unknown deity, or Harry, for loving him, or himself, for allowing his heart to finally thaw.
“I had no idea,” says Harry in a soft voice.
Severus rolls on his side, and raises his head on his folded arm, looking at Harry.
“I had no idea it could be like this…” repeats Harry.
Severus smiles self deprecatingly and answers truthfully.
“Neither did I.”
Harry’s hair is beyond description. He is covered with a fine sheen of sweat, has come on his stomach, his lips are red, his cheeks are pink and his are eyes bright.
Severus caresses his cheek reverently.
“You are so beautiful.”
“I am so in love.” Harry smiles.
“I want you inside me.”
Harry chuckles. “I know I’m only nineteen but after this, I am afraid it’s wishful thinking.”
Severus smiles a wolfish grin, and licks his lips.
“What? What are you thinking?”
Severus raises an eyebrow in response.
“I promise you,” insists Harry, “I am totally wrung out.”
Severus starts making his way down Harry’s body, with deep swipe of his tongue, tasting sweat, tasting come, making Harry giggle. He suckles the sensitized tip of Harry’s cock for a second, and mouths his sweaty balls. The smell of sweat, musk, and come are a heady mix.
He opens Harry’s legs, slips his hands under his ass to raise it a little, and licks his way down from his balls to his fragrant perineum, and to his goal, Harry’s sensitive, swollen and still slightly loose hole. He licks it with a soft southing tongue, glad to hear Harry moan, kisses it, locks his lips on it, and sucks, pulling out his own come mixed with Harry’s juices. He loves hearing Harry’s disbelieving whine.
He licks the pucker again, and tickles his way into the loosened hole with the tip of his tongue, going deeper and deeper, and wiggling all the way, then coming out, and doing it all again.
“I can’t believe your doing this,” pants Harry. “And it feels soooo damn goood. Ohhh, ohhhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, Severus, I’m getting hard again.”
Severus looks up at him and smiles, reaches for his hands and has him hold his own ass opened. He summons the lube again, pours a blob in his left hand, and resumes his felching of Harry’s ass while he prepares himself.
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers? Oh Merlin, I want to see…”
Severus abandons the felching and lowers his shoulders down to the mattress while raising his ass, fucking himself on two fingers, putting on a show for Harry. Soon enough, Harry is kneeling behind him, his cock at full mast, watching a third finger go in.
“Oh, Merlin, Severus! Let me, let me, please!”
Harry is begging for his ass. Who is he to deny him? He removes his fingers, slicks the rest of the lube on his hole, and says, hardly recognizing his own voice so aroused is he, “Come on in”.
He helps Harry guide himself in with his slickened hand, and pushes back to take him all in. Soon, Harry is buried balls deep inside him, and he feels so full, physically and emotionally, that his throat constricts.
“It feels unbelievable,” says Harry. “You are so warm, and tight around me. I could come just looking at your hole stretched around my cock. You have the most beautiful ass.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” Severus growls.
Harry’s first motions are a little tentative, but he finds his rhythm, and soon is pounding away. Severus tilts his pelvis, and all of a sudden, Harry’s cock s massaging his prostate with every pass. Severus’s erection is back, full and heavy, and he starts pulling on himself left handed, the lube left over sufficient to allow for a smooth glide.
Suddenly, the wall next to them turns into a mirror.
“Oh, fuck Severus, sorry, I just wished I could see us, and it just happened…”
“I love it.” And he does. He can see everything. Harry’s gorgeous ass, muscled back, strong thighs working to get that large cock in and out of his ass, Harry’s hands on his hips, his own broad back, and his hand working his cock. It is hotter than hell.
Then his eyes meet Harry’s in the mirror, and Harry starts moving faster, and harder, and the edges starts to melt, pleasure building upon pleasure, his lover’s gaze his only anchor until he closes his eyes and lets go, lets the pleasure take him away, pulse after pulse of ecstasy drumming through his body, coalescing in his balls and shooting out of his cock.
He wakes up when Harry slides out of him. He rolls over, opens his arms, and Harry snuggles up to him. They both chuckle when their haphazardly cast cleaning spells collide. They really need showers, but for now, the general removal of come and sweat is enough. Severus pulls the duvet over them, and they both fall deep asleep.
They wake up to the sound of Kreacher clearing his throat noisily.
“Kreacher just thought he would mention to the Headmaster and the substitute Defense against the Dark Arts teacher that the welcoming feast for the students will start in one hour. Just in case they might want to attend.”
A loud crack, and he is gone.
“Cheeky elf,” comments Severus.
“Mine,” admits Harry.
“He has a point,” adds Severus.
“Shower,” says Harry.
“Definitely,” agrees Severus.
Under the hot water, as they soaped each other up, Harry says, “I liked topping.”
Severus smiles. “I like bottoming.”
Harry grins. “Works out nicely.”
“Move in?” After all, they have been together almost constantly during Severus’s recovery, and have only grown to love each other.
“Okay.” Harry smiles, and kisses him. The kiss is just starting to turn into something else when the crack of a house elf apparating can be heard from the bedroom.
“Kreacher brought your teaching clothes, Master Harry. Kreacher will move in the rest of your things during the feast, which, by the way, starts in only twenty minutes.” Crack!
Severus and Harry look at each other and laugh, but get out of the shower as told, and get ready for the rest of their lives.
The happy little end.