Originally posted July 26, 2006 as comment pr0n for eeyore9990...and my very first Snarry.Title:
Duo Érotique: A Dance in Two ActsAuthor:
Pure Unadulterated SmutRating:
Not including E's - 2451 wordsWarnings:
m/m sexual acts of a graphic nature (dub-con) including but not limited to frottage, oral stimulation, and anal penetrationPairing:
Snape/Harry (my first Snarry!), implied Draco/Harry, mentions of a future Blaise/HermioneSummary:
Snape shows just how...flexible...he can be. After all, he IS
a Master of his trade.Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.Additional Disclaimer: The following story contains sexual acts between two males. Please observe all warnings, ratings and any ages of consent laws for your section of the world before you read. The author will not be held responsible for poor judgment on your part.Author Note:
This is comment pr0n for eeyore9990
from her ficlet “Pink Leotards, Tutus, and Toe Shoes” or “Professor Snape Does Swan Lake”
. I may have mentioned something about Snape yanking Harry's tights down around his ankles and “devouring” Harry to the root, making his eyes roll up into the back of his head
. She wanted to see that happen.EDIT: This won't make any sense to you until you read E's fic first. Just thought I'd mention that.
Borrowed from E's fic:He turned to leave, only to be completely shocked and, yes, aroused, by the sight of Snape bent completely over, his head touching his knees as he stretched. Harry whimpered and the sound was loud enough to draw Snape’s attention.
From his position with his head hanging upside down, Snape looked incredibly funny as his eyes went wide and mouth dropped open from his upside-down position. Harry took a few tentative steps forward and opened his mouth, unsure what he was going to say until it came pouring out.
“Sir, I’m sure I won’t prove to be at all decent at this, but I feel confident that if you would be willing to teach me, I will submit myself to your mastery.”
Snape stood, turning around, and his eyebrow cocked in a disbelieving way, even as his eyes strayed to Harry’s crotch, where his cock was standing almost straight out from his body.
“Submit to my mastery, Potter?”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said, licking his lips. “At ballet… and anything else.”
- - -
Snape eyed the nervous young man before him, customary sneer in place, but inside he was cheering. Somehow or another (for reasons completely beyond Snape), he'd become infatuated with Harry Potter. He kept trying to remind himself that this was the son of his greatest enemy but over the last year or two, he'd discovered that Harry Potter, Famous Boy Who Lived, was nothing like Harry Potter, Hogwarts Student and All Around Great Guy, and definitely nothing like James Potter, The Man Who Made Severus's Life a Living Hell (and other such titles Snape didn't speak out loud in polite company).
But that was between Snape and his conscious.
Curious, Snape decided to try a test.
"Potter, what would you do if I suddenly did this?" And he stepped directly into Harry's personal space, the edge of his tutu brushing an area just above Harry's stiff cock.
He watched those bright green eyes widen a fraction more, before they darkened with lust. Harry's breathing took on a slight rasping sound and if possible, the cock still trapped in ballet tights, hardened even more.
Snape smirked. Harry whimpered.
Snape resisted the urge to lick his lips. He didn't think Harry could take too much more stimulation.
"Interesting reaction." Snape mused, more to himself but out loud all the same. He moved away a few feet and Harry began to breathe normally. "I do believe I can teach you, Mr Potter, if you follow my every direction...without snide comments or complaints. Or I throw you out and forget the whole bloody thing."
He watched the young man swallow hard and agree to his demands with a nod.
"Good." And with that, Snape took out his wand, waved it, and instantly locked and warded his door, leaving a note for his next class that he was in a private lesson and that they were to use the time to study for a test he'd be giving the next time they met.
He heard Harry suck in a deep breath.
"First order of business, Mr Potter. I assume you are some what...uncomfortable?"
On a whim, he set himself en pointe and moved his lithe form toward his prey, for that's what he considered the young man before him. Those green eyes widened more, traveling down Snape's long legs and back up again. Snape tried a pirouette, showing his tight buttocks to Harry, who was now biting his lip to keep from gasping. A dark wet spot began to form on the front of Harry's tights.
Snape smirked once again.
"If you cannot answer a simple question, Potter, then this is over long before it's begun!" Snape barked.
"Sorry, sir!" Harry snapped out, face flushed with embarrassment. "I am a little uncomfortable, sir."
"So it seems." Snape replied. “Follow me. And don't dawdle.” He turned his back on Harry and stepped through a door near his desk. Harry debated for a moment about leaving his things, then decided it wasn't important enough and followed his professor.
Snape led him through his private office, through a second door past that and into his private chambers. Harry was surprised at the decor; a subtle mix of earth tones. Before he could admire his surroundings further, Snape was ushering him into his bedroom.
Harry gulped at the sight of the large four-poster bed that dominated the center of the room. The dark green velvet drapes were open, revealing the black and green silk bedclothes and pillows. Definitely Slytherin.
Harry felt rooted to the spot as he heard the distinct sound of a door being locked.
Snape once more invaded his personal space, this time against his back, the tutu crushed between them.
A warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of Harry's neck and he trembled slightly.
“Strip, Potter.” came the whispered demand in that deep velvet voice.
Hands trembling, Harry began to unbutton his shirt, aware of the onyx eyes staring at him from Snape's place on the edge of the bed.
“Too slow, Potter!” Snape growled, snatching Harry around his waist and pulling him flush against his own body. He gripped the shirt with long fingers and rent it in two, flinging the pieces to different corners of the room.
Harry moaned when Snape's lips and tongue came into contact with the flesh of his neck.
Snape took his time, mapping Harry's chest and neck with lips, teeth and tongue, discovering all of Harry's erogenous zones. He took particular delight in swirling his tongue around the spot just behind his left earlobe. Harry whimpered and trembled every time he did that.
Still keeping his hold on the young man in his arms, Snape gained his footing, turning so that Harry's back was to the bed. He quickly released him and shoved him, hard. Harry fell back onto the bed with a little oof
sound. Snape quickly straddled Harry's abdomen, bringing his cloth covered cock within range of Harry's mouth. Harry had the urge to drool.
“Potter. There is something I've been wanting to try, but I've never had the chance to. Indulge me, if you will?”
“I'm at your mercy, Professor.” Harry whispered, his voice deep with lust. The sound shot to Snape's groin and his cock gave an interested twitch.
“At my mercy, indeed.” Snape gave Harry a genuine grin. Harry was shocked. He didn't know the man had a grin of any sort other than his customary sneer and smirk routine.
He licked his lips as Snape took out his wand.Where he hides that when he's wearing no robes is beyond me.
He thought to himself.
!” Snape intoned. Immediately, Harry's tights separated and fell to the floor in tatters.
But that isn't what shocked Harry the most.
It was when Snape reared up onto the balls of his feet, bent backward and an impossible angle so his head was upside down and facing the door, palms flat on the bed on either side of Harry's thighs, and sucked Harry's cock to the root, that was when Harry lost all rational thought and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head in ecstasy
!” he babbled in a loud and shocked voice.
Snape sucked in earnest, quite enjoying the taste of Harry's cock in his mouth. He pulled him in deeper, feeling the head slide smoothly down his relaxed throat. Slightly, he contracted and expanded his throat muscles, squeezing Harry's cock as if it were inside an arse or vagina.
Harry was mindless. It was more then he could take all at once. And then Snape's tongue came into play, dipping into the slit and lapping up the steadily leaking ooze that seemed to have no end in sight.
Harry fisted his hands in the sheets below him, afraid that if he tried to touch Snape now, he'd lose his concentration and Harry would either lose his dick or become squashed by his new lover (he refused to think of the man as his professor anymore. The man was sucking his cock for Merlin's sake!).
Snape backed off for a moment to catch his breath, not moving from his upside down U position before plunging back down onto Harry's cock.
What Harry didn't know, as mindless as he was, was that while Snape was catching his breath, he had summoned a small jar from the bathroom.
He dipped a finger into the gel and slipped his index finger inside Harry's arse. Of his own volition, Harry bucked up, nearly dislodging Snape's body from his position.
“Oh fuck! Severus!” Harry groaned, as the man finger-fucked him while doing wicked things to his cock.
Another finger slipped in and Harry bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Snape gently stretched and prepared Harry's arse while sucking his cock, delighting in the moans and whimpers that escaped Harry's lips.
He slipped a third finger in, pushing deep, searching for...
“Gah!” Harry exclaimed loudly when he felt Snape's fingers brush his prostate.Success!
After another ten minutes (in which he had to stop Harry from coming no less than four separate times), he declared him sufficiently stretched and more than ready for the ride of his life, and Snape eased off of that delicious piece of flesh.
Calling upon his years of training, he made sure his hands were braced correctly and flipped his body until he landed on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Harry raised his head up long enough to watch him remove his clothing, his hard cock rising from a nest of black curls as nearly as dark as his own.
“I'm going to own
you, Potter!” Snape whispered in a silky voice.
“Please!” Harry begged as he watched Snape position himself between his spread legs.
“You cannot come until I say, Potter. Understand?”
“Y-Yes!” he stammered.
Snape eased the head of his cock into Harry's tightness, groaning at the hot heat surrounding him. He took one of Harry's legs and pushed it toward Harry's head, opening him up even wider. Harry sucked in a deep breath as another few inches slid inside of him. He could practically feel every vein in Snape's cock. It was erotic.
“In ballet, it is important to achieve full extension so one doesn't harm themselves.” Snape murmured to him, sliding out a ways before sliding in another few inches. Harry's breath hitched slightly.
“For the j-jumps I-I suppose.” Harry gasped as Snape slid the last few inches inside of him.
“Correct, Mr Potter.” Snape smirked, beginning to fuck him in earnest.
“D-Don't you think yo-oh god!
-should c-call me-mmmfuckrightthere!
-Harry!” he yelped when Snape changed his angle slightly and hit his prostate dead-on.
“I could.” Snape agreed, speeding up his strokes. “But I won't.”
And with that, he showed of his amazing flexibility skills once more by bending slightly and sucking Harry's cock into his mouth again...while his cock was still embedded in Harry's arse.
“Guh!” Harry managed to eek out in a supreme state of total bliss.
Snape's cock in his arse while his lips were around his cock drove him to a height of ecstasy he'd never experienced before, not even when he was dating Draco Malfoy. The one time Draco had tried to do this, he'd nearly hurt both himself and Harry in the process and they never tried it again. Of course their relationship fizzled out a mere two weeks later, but they remained friends.
Snape was relentless, sucking and fucking for all he was worth. A light sheen of sweat broke out on both their bodies.
Harry felt his balls tighten in warning and he whimpered.
“Not yet, Harry!” Snape growled, letting up off his cock. Harry didn't even realize Snape had called him by name. He would remember it later.
“Oh, please!” Harry mumbled, his head shaking back and forth, his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
But Snape did not let up, even went as far as slowing down his thrusts slightly.
He kept Harry on a sexual high for nearly an hour, alternating his strokes and sucking his cock when the need arose.
But he had to end it soon, so he didn't cause permanent damage. And he was ready to come himself.
He gripped Harry by the forearms and pulled him up, Snape's cock still buried in his arse.
“Wrap your arms around my neck and lock your ankles around my waist.” he demanded. Harry found the energy to do as he was bid and he felt Snape's hands digging into his his arse.
Snape took a moment to brace himself and then he thrust hard and fast, not letting up in the slightest.
Harry's head dropped back and he cried out, feeling his orgasm approaching like an oncoming freight train.
Snape felt his own orgasm approach.
“Now, Harry! Come now!” he shouted, pushing in hard against Harry's prostate one final time.
Harry didn't scream...he shrieked so loud the walls vibrated and a few breakable items shattered around the room, as his orgasm was ripped from his body. He coated both Snape and himself in ribbons of cum that seem to come from deep within his soul.
Snape felt Harry's hole clench around his own cock and he came harder and longer than he had ever done before. He filled Harry's arse with his essence, feeling some leak out to drip down his thighs.
After a few moments, they came down from their orgasmic high and Snape eased Harry back down onto the bed, his softening cock sliding from the still-clenching hole. Surprising Harry once more, Snape leaned down and kissed him gently, his tongue slipping into Harry's relaxed mouth to tease his own.
After a moment, Harry felt Snape's cock hardening against his thigh and he chuckled slightly as his own stirred to life.
Snape drew back and stared at him. Harry gave him a tentative smile, letting him know he was okay without actually saying the words.
Not caring about the cum all over their bodies, Snape covered Harry's body with his own, their cocks rubbing together, Harry's cum on Snape's stomach acting as a lube. Snape thrust slowly, feeling Harry buck up against him. He leaned down to lick and suck on Harry's neck.
Their pace was slow and steady, nothing like the frantic, almost animalistic fucking from before. But the orgasm was no less intense, causing both men to black out for a moment.
It was late when Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, his arse and dick pleasantly sore.
“Harry, where have you been all bloody day?” Ron demanded as soon as he spotted him. Both he and Hermione had been sitting on the couch. Everyone else had already gone to bed.
“No where.” Harry smiled dreamily.
“We didn't see you after Potions class.” Hermione added.
“I was getting private lessons from Professor Snape.” Harry answered.
“In ballet?” Ron gaped.
“Among other things.” Harry grinned. Ron's eyes widened in shock before they rolled up into his head and he passed out. Harry looked at Hermione, who was staring at him in an odd mixture of shock and undisguised desire and jealousy.
“Tell me something, Harry.” she stated.
“What?” he wondered, a bit nervously. She leaned closer.
“Are all Slytherins big or is that just a rumor?” she grinned.
“I don't kiss and tell.” Harry smirked. He leaned closer to her ear. “But they are very, very flexible.”
And with that, he headed to bed, leaving one brown-eyed witch to have sudden erotic thoughts about one Blaise Zabini.
But that is a dance for another day.-Fin
So...how'd I do for my first Snarry?