unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2005-01-05 18:24:00 |
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Original poster: ravenrosebud
Title: Admirer Part 1
Author: RavenRosebud
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: R
Summary: Snape discovers that he has an admirer (takes place during Harry's seventh year)
Disclaimer: everything but the lame plot belongs to JKR
Severus Snape was not a trusting man, this was why he had performed every detecting spell on the small rolled parchment he had discovered laying on his mahogany writing desk early in the morning. He traced his finger over the blood red seal, there was no crest to reveal the sender. He slowly peeled off the wax seal and unrolled the yellowed parchment. His dark eyes scanned the elegantly written words, and his lips pulled down into a frown.
When I can’t sleep at night
my mind often drifts to you
to your graceful hands
and your voice that seems to drip with sex
it flows over me
clinging to my flesh like the morning dew clings to the velvet petals of a rose
I would bath myself in the deep tones of your voice
let it soak into every pore of my body
until I am overcome by it, by the beauty of it.
His eyes quickly darted around the empty room as his mind ran through all possible reasons behind this, the most logical being a joke. He was used to people playing him the fool, he had bore the brunt of many practical jokes.
Severus rolled the parchment again and placed it in his top right drawer. His fingers drummed slowly on the hard surface of the desk. A quick glance at the clock told him that he would be late for seventh year Potions if he did not leave now.
Things were different this year, calmer everyone was more relaxed. Potter had finally vanquished the Dark Lord on Halloween. There of course had been casualties, Remus Lupin, Flitwick, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Arthur Weasley just to name a few. Severus was surprised by the fact that he found himself staring at the seat that Longbottom had always occupied, he loathed to admit the fact that he missed the annoying lad.
As Snape retired for the evening he discovered that someone had managed to break through the wards on his private quarters. Though in truth he had relaxed his wards since the last Death Eater had been arrested, it would still be quite the chore to enter his rooms.
He searched through his personal belongings to see if anything had been tampered with, his search turned out to be in vain. Severus gave up his hunt and began to disrobe as he made his way towards his bathroom, this is where he discovered the reason for the intrusion.
He pushed the door open slowly and gasped at the sight of a dozen black tapered candles floating in the air. The air was thick with the scent of roses and Snape found himself staring in wonder at his large claw foot tub. The water had already been run and it was filled to the brim. Rose petals were scattered in the water and Snape noticed that it had been spelled to remain hot. He hesitated, but after a series of spells, he found again that there had been no tampering. Severus shrugged out of his remaining clothes and climbed into soothing bath.
It had been two days since he had received the poem and Snape found himself easing back into his normal routine. There was still the occasional Order meeting to attend, though they no longer had to meet in secret.
House rivalries had almost ceased, though Severus still enjoyed taking points from Gryffindor. He still had a vivid memory of the first time he had given points to Gryffindor. He had walked into Potions three days after the last battle and found his class waiting for him. Snape walked straight up to Potter, looked him in the eyes, and said, “Five points to Gryffindor for actually managing to stay alive.” Potter had smirked slightly and lowered his eyes to his bruised and scraped hands.
Snape sat at the head table, his eyes skimming over the students. When his eyes landed on Potter he noticed that the boy was gazing at him. Severus acknowledged him by nodding his head and then turned back to his plate. His eyes widened as he saw another rolled parchment sitting along side his fork. Snape glanced up at the other professors to see if any of them had noticed.
Severus reached out and placed the scroll in his pocket before continuing with his meal. He did not wait until he entered the safety of his rooms before unrolling the parchment. Severus stopped halfway down the stairs to the dungeon and began to read.
Let your hands caress my skin
as you claim my mouth
your tongue thrusting in and out
in an imitation of what is to come
let your fingers dance
across my heated flesh
as my senses are overwhelmed
touch me, show me how much desire me
trail kisses along my jaw
as you press the weight of your body down on me
wrap your fingers around my wrists
take away all my chances of resisting
I want you to teach me
teach me to crave your touch
teach me how to pleasure you
let our tongues dance together
as you touch my body
Severus stood on the fourth step leading to his dungeons and continued to stare at the parchment in his now trembling hands. Had a student wandered upon him at that moment, they would have been in shock. Severus’s face was flushed, two red spots prominent on his pale cheeks. His tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips and he slowly rolled the paper and placed it back in his pocket.
He threw himself down onto his soft four poster bed and allowed his legs to dangle off the edge. His onyx eyes lingered on the green canopy as his fingers worked on the clasps of his robe. He sighed when they found his bare skin and began to trace lazy circles on the harsh white skin of his chest.
Severus’s breath hitched as he pinched his left nipple between his index finger and thumb. His hand smoothed over his taut stomach and tugged slightly on the dark hairs of the trail that traveled down from his naval.
He undid the large black button on his trousers and tugged the zipper down shivering as his finger grazed his cloth covered member that was slowly hardening. His bottom lip was sucked into the heat of his mouth as he felt the cool dungeon air on his bare flesh. His hand hovered above his cock, teasing himself.
Severus traced the head, smearing his precum around. The dark room was filled with the sounds of his breathing and small muted whimpers as he began pumping his erection. Snape’s left hand worked it’s way back up to his mouth and he sucked his fingers in swirling his tongue around them. He continued to suck the fingers, imagining they were a lover’s hard cock, he soaked the fingers in his salvia getting them as wet as possible.
Severus slid the wet fingers down his torso and through his dark curls. He traced his entrance with a long thin finger, trying to relax so that he could breach himself, he rarely indulged this part of his pleasure.
Select words from the poem ran through his mind as he allowed his index finger to push past the ring and in to the first knuckle. His hips began thrusting off the bed as he fucked his hand. His finger was joined by another as he bit down on his thin lip.
His imagination ran wild as he increased the pace of his hand and fingers. Flashes of erotic images made him moan and buck until he felt overwhelmed by the sensations. As warm liquid spurted from him covering his fist and stomach a name tumbled from his parted lips. “Harry.”
tbc......