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sua_layAuthor: Rimau Sua Lay
Rating: overall NC-17, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, First Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry/Snape, Ron/Draco, (Sirius/Remus)
Date: December 2002 - ?
Disclaimers: Not mine, borrowed without permission, am not making any money. Please don't sue. Sherbet Lemon?
Summary for Book Three: -Does being a good guy mean you also have to be a nice guy? Draco is about to find out. Companionable silences and fist fights are a good way to hide deeper emotions.
Warning: This part contains mild violence, explicit sex between men, confusion about sex (not non-con really!) and as you can guess, angst.
The earlier parts of the fic can be found here.
"Thank you." Grabbing the utensils, Harry ignored Eppy's glare and focused on his plate.
It was hours since breakfast, but he wasn't exactly hungry. The churning in his belly had nothing to do with need for food.
Talking with Ron had been a good way to calm himself. It was something normal, far away from the insane excitement he'd felt in Snape's room. The calmness had followed him here to the dining room only to disappear the moment the door opened and Snape walked in.
There went the peace and calm, replaced by the silly tingling feeling. Even now as Harry could recognize it as it really was, he wasn't good at dealing with it. Or hiding it.
He tried not to stare at Snape or grin all the time. Poking at his food, he took deep breaths. Calm, he had to stay calm. Composed. That way Ron wouldn't ask weird questions, Malfoy wouldn't look at him as if he knew exactly what he was about to do and he could follow Snape into his room and they could finally just spend some time together. Maybe even kiss some more.
Kissing was good. Not as good as getting him naked and shagging him silly, but it would be good enough for now.
A small groan escaped him. Damn! His mind just never gave up, insisting on making him think about all the inappropriate things at the most inappropriate time. After all this time of being practically dead, his libido sure was letting him know it was alive and well.
"Try not to choke on your food, Potter." Snape's voice almost dripped with malice as he stared at him. "I would have thought you had at least some manners."
Harry looked up from his plate, wondering if his face was as red as he feared it was. Trying to mask his embarrassment, he took a sip from his glass. He didn't want to make things weird now that they'd finally got somewhere.
This was pure agony, and Snape seemed to enjoy every second of it.
Casting a sympathizing look at his friend, Ron smiled a little. No matter what, Snape would always be mean and take pleasure in tormenting Harry. He wondered what Harry wanted to talk to the git about anyway.
He knew it probably wouldn't be anything he would have said, but damn the man deserved to hear exactly what they thought about him.
Eppy was once again glaring at them from the doorway, as if trying to make them eat faster so that she could start cleaning up the mess. She nodded curtly as Ron placed his utensils down and then brought the teapot and cups to the table, collecting the plates slowly.
"Want some tea?" Ignoring Malfoy and Snape, Ron poured himself a cup and then looked at Harry.
"I'm not really thirsty." It was definitely not true. Harry's throat felt parched, but he didn't want to linger here and sip tea for ten minutes or so.
Draco was touching the corner of his mouth with a napkin, not even trying to hide his amusement behind the cloth. He wondered how could Weasley be so damn blind. Anyone could see that Potter was definitely lusting after something other than tea. From the way he had been acting earlier, it was safe to say that things were indeed going to change.
Lowering his napkin, he reached for the teapot, casting a sultry look at Weasley. The anger flaring in the blue gaze was very satisfying.
He congratulated himself for the right choice of strategy as he sipped his tea. If he'd known Weasley was this confused about himself, he would have tried blatant flirting years ago. It would have been different then, aimed to really hurt. He would have probably enjoyed trying to really break him.
Now it was harmless pastime, a way for him to amuse himself. Not that there was much else to do here.
Dodging Eppy and her tray, Harry pushed his chair back. He could see Snape was ready to leave, and didn't want to waste any time trying to look like he wasn't going to follow him.
He liked the fact he didn't really have to hide what he was doing. Ron already knew he liked Snape, and he'd told him he was going to talk to him. He didn't have to carry a book with him to justify the quiet evening spent in Snape's presence or lurk behind a possibility of dark thoughts.
It was somehow freeing.
When Snape finally got up, he was right there next to him. He almost bumped into the doorframe in his haste and had to endure a surprisingly evil smirk for his clumsiness. He didn't mind.
Smirks were a part of Snape, like the glares and the sarcastic voice. A part of the whole that he would miss if something ever mellowed the man.
Not that he thought that was possible.
They walked across the tiny hallway without words. To Harry's relief, there was no more stumbling, either. He stepped back a bit as Snape opened his door and entered the room, waiting for just a second before following him.
Harry didn't know what made him turn around and lock the door behind him. The act made his stomach clench.
He had absolutely no idea what he was going to say or do next. Somehow he'd thought that when the moment came, he could simply relax and be here with Snape. The way his palms were sweating kind of belied that.
Why was it that now that he didn't have any secrets left, he was more nervous than before?
They had nothing to hide now. Snape would want to talk about this for sure, examine the matter. That would probably go on for days on end. It wouldn't be easy, but at least everything between them was already out in the open. No more surprises.
Harry had no delusions about this. Snape wouldn't simply take him to bed. He didn't seem like that kind of a man.
The sound of the door closing barely registered as Snape stood there, feeling slightly irritated.
It had been amusing to watch Harry during their meal and afterwards. Now that they were here together, Snape couldn't see anything amusing in his behavior. He could see the hesitation, and it made him hollow somehow.
He didn't want to think about Harry's youth, his probable inexperience. It was undeniable that he knew more about the world than Harry did, and for the first time, it weighed on Snape's shoulders.
He'd guided idiots through adolescence for decades, teaching them with varied success. He didn't want to bring that memory to this.
"Snape?"
Flinching at the sound of Harry's voice, Snape shook his head slightly. There were bad ideas, and then there were those that were completely disastrous. He could recognize both and this was definitely of the latter. "Maybe you should go to your friend. Spend the day doing whatever you two do together. Think this over."
This was exactly what Harry had expected. "I don't need to think this over. I know what I want."
At least this time he could say it with conviction. He did know. For a long time, it had all been about what he didn't want to do or say. This was different. It had taken him forever to understand this, but now that he did, he was not about to let it go. "I want to be with you."
"There is nothing I can give you, Potter." Snape refused to even look at the young man. What did Harry want from him anyway? There was nothing he could give, nothing he could teach, unless it was a lesson in pain and fear. In betrayal. "Not a thing."
Harry could hear a timbre of tiredness in the usually cool voice and wondered if Snape had any idea of how much his tone revealed. "Okay. You don't have to give me anything." Moving around Snape so that he could look into his eyes, he slowly reached out with his hand. There was plenty of time for Snape to turn away or push him back. "I can do the giving."
It would be easy, as most things with Snape. He could be himself with his pleasure and desire and insecurities.
Snape could only stare as Harry moved closer and touched his shoulder. He knew he should shove the annoying boy away, but couldn't. He couldn't pretend that this was a joke or that he despised the mere idea of touching him.
He wondered if Harry really knew what he wanted or what he was doing. The hungry look in his eyes seemed to suggest he did indeed know where this would lead. Such involuntary reaction wasn't enough. "I..." He thought he had to say something about taking, explain that it wasn't the sexual act he was referring to. The words refused to come out the way he wanted to, so instead he said, "I refuse to be your teacher in this either."
It didn't matter that technically, Harry wasn't his student anymore. He didn't want to take responsibility over this, no matter how Harry might want or need it.
He would. There was no question of that. He'd resigned long ago to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe and relatively well. Sex was not a problem; he had always used it as a tool before.
Using that as an excuse wouldn't work now. Snape admitted to himself that this wasn't about his duty to the Order. Harry didn't seem to be in that kind of a need. If he refused, the boy wouldn't be reduced into a gibbering idiot.
He didn't mind such contact with Harry. Definitely didn't crave it, but was not disgusted over the prospect and for once, he would like to do this for the right reasons.
"I don't need a teacher." Harry wondered what Snape would say if he told him all the details of his pathetic love life.
Snape raised an eyebrow at the comment. During all their talks, Harry had sometimes mentioned his loneliness and how he missed having someone in his life. He had never explained his comments, had never breached the subject of sexual encounters.
Until now, Snape had not cared one way or the other.
"There are so many people who think that shagging Harry Potter would be the culmination of their life..." Harry mused out with soft voice. Focusing his gaze on Snape again, he added more firmly, "I really don't need a teacher."
Of course there had been rumors, there always were. Snape tended not to listen to them, especially ones about students and their sexual adventures, but he knew there had been lots of rumors circulating about Harry Potter, and could well guess his words were no lie. "All right."
It was actually a relief. The last thing he needed was a clingy emotional and inexperienced idiot in his bed.
Harry hadn't thought he'd give up that easily. Grinning, he let out a deep breath. "Good." He just hoped they wouldn't have to spend the whole day arguing about this. He wanted some peace and quiet and could bet that when enlarged and with some pillows, that chair would be damn comfortable.
The grin made Snape scowl. "Some things do not change, Potter. I have never suffered fools in the classroom. I refuse to make an exception in my private quarters."
"I'll try not to be a total fool then." Harry tried to sound as solemn as possible.
He knew that the silence didn't mean that Snape actually agreed with him.
Snape surrendered. He'd known all along what would happen. This had been the last and rather desperate -- not that he'd ever admit it -- attempt to bring Harry to his senses. It hadn't worked. Not that he'd ever really thought it would.
So now there was only one thing they needed to agree on.
"I am willing to share..." Here Snape sneered slightly, remembering the way Harry had stuttered earlier, "Things with you." Another pause. "For as long as we live here."
He needed to set some kinds of guidelines. The way Harry claimed parts of his life was already annoyingly overwhelming. He didn't want to lose any more ground to this madness.
Harry opened his mouth as if to protest, but then closed it again. It was so like Snape to try to control this somehow. He could agree on this. They had weeks here, and when they returned to Hogwarts, he'd figure out a way to continue this. "Okay."
He smiled happily. At least they wouldn't argue about this anymore. Maybe now he could relax and just be. Even with seeing Snape every day, he had missed this togetherness that had no place for a sulking friend and a smirking former enemy. Just him and Snape.
No hiding behind schoolwork, no wondering when Snape would tell him to leave. That alone was enough right now, everything else could wait.
"So I assume you would like to have sex now." Snape's tone was exactly the way it was when he asked Harry if he wanted something to eat.
Harry almost choked on his inhale at that. He coughed a few times, trying to cover his utter shock. From the small smirk on Snape's face, he could guess he wasn't doing a good job. "I..." Now? Snape thought they would just shag now?
For a moment he couldn't think of anything. It was way too soon for this. His mind was still too wrapped around the fact that he could spend time with Snape. But sex? Now? It boggled the mind. Kissing had been great, more than great. He'd been quite willing to continue on that.
He'd thought they'd move slowly to the other stuff and not hop straight to bed. Not that he didn't like that idea; his body definitely did. He wanted to say things about just being with the man, but couldn't.
Staring at Snape, he wondered what the hell should he say? That no, he didn't want sex now? That would be a complete lie.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Snape stood there, waiting. He was beginning to enjoy this, the prelude to whatever other things to come definitely more intriguing than the physical act itself.
"Yes." It was accompanied by a small nod. A rueful smile appeared on Harry's face as he gave in to the embarrassment. He knew he was reddening by the heat spreading on his face. "I... I want you. I really do. It's nice being with you. And I... Well. Like you. Want you. But you don't have any obligation to... You know?"
"Please stop being an utter Gryffindor, Potter." Such concern for such an insignificant thing.
Harry closed his mouth. He didn't want to make things worse by rambling more. It was clear that Snape had no objections about this.
They were here, alone at last with no excuses between them. Harry knew that this moment was unique, a chance he might never have again. Ron was upstairs, not expecting him for some time. He didn't care where Malfoy was. All he knew was that he was here, and that he really wanted Snape.
It was easy to take the few steps forward, to reach out.
This time, Snape's body felt relaxed, pliant against his. Harry closed his eyes even before his lips met Snape's, trying to hide his nervousness. Thoughts of naked Snape and even their discussions about this hadn't prepared him to face the reality, but he'd be damned if he let it show.
He pressed his lips against Snape's. Not thinking anything beyond this.
A soft sigh escaped him as Snape touched his shoulder, sliding his arms around him a moment later. He'd feared it would feel too much like he was doing this to someone who barely tolerated his touch.
The touches were firm, knowing. The mouth on his opening to respond to his kiss, the lips capturing his, claiming them.
Soft caresses. Just the right amount of pressure to leave Harry breathless, wanting more.
So, embarrassment and arousal weren't mutually exclusive. Harry held Snape tighter, not caring that his breathing sounded really loud in the room.
He could have spent the whole day doing this; holding Snape close, kissing him. The madness of need would have come in time, but he was sure he could have handled that if only Snape hadn't suggested they actually had sex now.
It changed everything. He didn't even have to try to hold back.
His lips moved slowly away from the enticing mouth, brushing against Snape's cheek, moving to his neck. After a moment, Snape tilted his head slightly, exposing more skin.
Harry ran his fingers through Snape's hair before touching whatever skin not hidden by his robes; wanting to see and touch more.
"May I?" Too excited to even feel shame of the way his voice caught, Harry waited for Snape to nod before lifting his hands to his collar.
Buttons. Tiny buttons forming a trail down Snape's chest. Harry opened them as fast as he could, his fingers incredibly clumsy in their task. Finally able to pull the frock coat off, he faced another row of buttons fastening the white undershirt.
Barely biting off a curse, he moved to open the rest of the buttons. The bare skin revealed made him want to simply rip the shirt off. He was certain that wouldn't be appreciated, so he muttered something from under his breath and continued with the buttons.
He hesitated for a moment as the shirt was finally open, eyes widening as he looked at Snape's bare chest. This close, he could see that the small imperfections on his skin were indeed burn marks. From a bubbling potion? He had no idea, and wasn't about to ask right now.
He wanted to touch them, run his fingers over the scarred skin. Yet, he wasn't sure if he should. Would it be all right? Snape would probably let him know if it wasn't.
"Are you planning on actually doing something, or did you decide you just want to watch?" Sneering slightly at the mesmerized look on Harry's face, Snape spread his arms a little.
He wondered if those rumors had been highly exaggerated. The way Harry was moving on with soft touches suggested he wasn't as experienced as he'd claimed.
Harry lifted his gaze to the dark eyes and smiled. "Am definitely planning on doing something." Not waiting for a reply, he moved his hand to touch Snape's chest.
Warm. Smooth, with a hint of hair tickling against his palm. He slid his hand up and down, feeling the contours of Snape's skin, the hint of a steady heartbeat, then the slightly wrinkled cloth of the shirt. He didn't push the shirt off, simply sliding his hand beneath it. Touching Snape's back, trailing the faint lines with his fingertips.
He remembered how he'd seen the scars while standing at the riverbank; a network of tiny lines criss crossing all over Snape's back. Looking into his eyes again, he wondered if he should stop touching them, if it made Snape uncomfortable.
There was no sign of real annoyance in Snape's eyes. Deciding he would not stop unless he was told to, Harry went on with the touches, sliding his other arm around Snape as well, holding him in a loose embrace.
Snape stood there, once again allowing the strange hesitant touches. It wasn't unpleasant, just a bit peculiar. Considering Harry's age, he had thought they would both be naked by now. He knew perfectly well just how much problems Harry had with patience, so these soft touches were truly a wonder.
There was enough knowledge in the way Harry caressed his skin to make him realize they didn't come from inexperience. Harry simply seemed to enjoy mapping his skin with his fingers.
"You know..." Muttering the words, Harry looked up at Snape. "This would be much more fun if you participated." Not wanting to see how his suggestion would be met, he planted a kiss on the hollow of Snape's throat.
Fun? Yes, that was probably what Harry intended to have. Snape waited for a small moment, knowing that it was not a command. Failing to obey would not turn the world into living nightmare. More likely, Harry would whine until he complied.
It was no hardship. Moving slowly, Snape touched Harry's shoulder briefly before opening the simple fastenings of his robes. Similar to the ones he'd once worn as a student, the robes were ridiculously easy to unfasten. The already slightly wrinkled garment slid down Harry's body, pooling around him on the floor.
A shiver ran down Harry's spine. He lifted his arms at the slight nudge, helping Snape to pull off his T-shirt. The shivers that intensified weren't because of cold. He felt like his skin was burning now.
He squirmed closer to Snape again and let out a soft happy sound as his bare chest pressed against Snape's. For some time it was enough to simply hold him. Then his hands started to move again.
Snape's fingers mimicked his caresses, featherlike touches on his skin. Not lingering like his exploration, more knowing as they trailed steadily down to meet the waistband of his trousers. There was some hesitation as Harry let out a shuddering sigh.
Looking straight into Snape's eyes, Harry moved his own hands to cover his, fumbling a little as he couldn't decide whether to simply open the button and yank his trousers off or enjoy the touch of Snape's fingers for a moment. The urgency to hold naked skin against his won, and a moment later he kicked his trousers off. The crumpled garment slid under Snape's bed.
That earned him a glare which did nothing to dampen his arousal.
He had been sure that when -- if -- they got to this point, he'd be feeling all weird and embarrassed. Considering how flustered he'd been after seeing Snape naked, he'd thought this would be a complete disaster filled with fumbling and stuttering. Not really knowing what to do or where to touch.
It was a bit weird to stand here in his boxers, not hesitating for a second as his hands moved to Snape's trousers. But it was because of the novelty of the situation and the slow exploring. He couldn't remember feeling this comfortable with anyone. It was insane; this was not one of his classmates. He should be at least intimidated.
He wasn't. Not by his near nakedness, not because of the fact that this was Snape. Even the silence didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
He'd never expected Snape to mutter sweet nothings to him.
Harry didn't allow himself to think about anything as his fingers worked on the button of Snape's trousers. Slow, he'd wanted to take this slow, but damn it he just had to get him naked right now. They could do slow later.
The dozens of half realized fantasies burst into reality, pulling him towards the whirlwind of desire. He wanted to laugh at himself, but couldn't.
"Bed." Harry had to swallow before adding, "Now." He knew Snape would understand even if he couldn't squeeze more words out. All his brain cells seemed to focus on one thing.
Letting out a snort which seemed to only make Harry more anxious to get to the bed, Snape walked backwards, leading the way across the small room. "Your elegant words amaze me as always, Potter." His voice was perfectly even.
How could Snape still form such perfect sentences when he had trouble with simple words? Harry shook his head slightly as he slumped on the bed. It was completely unfair. Almost as unfair as Snape still wearing so many clothes.
He let Snape push him down and lay back, sprawling on the surprisingly soft bed. This was a far cry from the confidence and seduction he'd wanted to project, but it was all a bit too much. He didn't seem to possess enough skill to even peel off Snape's clothes. It didn't matter. Snape was perfectly capable of doing that himself.
Breath coming in short pants, Harry stared at Snape as he took his trousers off as calmly as he undoubtedly would if he were retiring for the night. He squirmed as Snape folded the garment and laid it neatly over the chair. The white shirt followed a moment later.
Harry would have said something if he'd thought he'd find his voice. Instead, he moved his hands down his chest and with a lot of squirming he managed to pull his own boxers off. He didn't even look where they landed as he tossed them to the corner.
"I do believe we need to talk about proper housekeeping," Snape said drily. Only his gaze revealed his slight amusement. Like he'd thought; a hormonal teenager.
"Later." Certain that the sarcastic comment was aimed to both arouse and frustrate him, Harry patted the mattress next to him. He refrained from saying anything else, knowing perfectly well that all he could manage would be 'naked, now'.
Snape let out an agreeing murmur. There was plenty of time to talk later. He was now curious to see where this strange mixture of awkwardness and obvious lust would lead.
Watching Harry's naked body, Snape could see why most students always seemed to be after Quidditch players. The hard practicing did tone one's muscles. He did admit to himself that naked Harry Potter was aesthetically pleasing. At least he didn't look scrawny anymore.
It was clear that Harry enjoyed the silent scrutiny, heat rising to his face and his breathing getting more labored.
Snape could feel his body stir, the feeling so familiar he barely paid attention to it. For a fleeting moment he wondered if he could truly desire this, or if this was simply a response his body had learned years ago. As Harry's hand slid down his own belly, he discarded the thought. It didn't really matter right now.
"Are you sure you need my participation in this?" Snape raised an eyebrow. He noticed how the hand stilled immediately. "Or do you simply want someone here to watch?"
The choking sound Harry let out was very likely a curse. He glared at Snape. It was very clear what the glare meant.
Snape enjoyed the clear annoyance for a moment and then finished undressing. He did not hurry, but moved to place his briefs neatly over his other clothes.
The glare disappeared, replaced by an open mouthed stare.
Up until now, this had been strange. Harry had entertained a few fantasies these past few days, but they had been hazy; completely different from the reality he was now facing. The matter of fact way Snape was treating this situation only added to the unreal feeling he had.
He'd concentrated on the drama that seemed to be ever-present in his life, the turmoil, the angst. Gathering all his courage to kiss the man. And here he was, barely hours later, naked on his bed, watching Snape stand there just as naked. Harry's gaze fixed on his erection. Naked and hard.
A very delighted grin spread on his lips.
He let go of the notion that this was all too fast. It felt right, so he could forget about being embarrassed and awkward and just enjoy this.
Standing still at the foot of the bed, Snape spent a brief moment wondering if the universe would never stop making fun of him. Even the simplest things never went quite the way he planned.
It shouldn't have surprised him anymore, but it did. He tried not to let strange situations overwhelm him and simply dealt with them as well as he could. This was no different from anything else he'd faced.
Harry's reaction to seeing his arousal was almost comical.
The silly smile spreading to his lips made Snape tense at first. It brought back memories of other such expressions that were more about ridicule than joy. Realizing there was nothing but astonished delight in the grin, he let some of the tension ooze away again.
He should have remembered the reality of this; Harry being who he was, what he was. But then again he had never been in this situation with a Gryffindor before. Who knew how they would act?
Probably as foolishly as in any other given situation.
It was amazing how Snape didn't seem to mind being completely naked. Harry remembered how uncomfortable he'd looked moving his sleeves up just a bit, and now he was standing here, naked and relaxed.
Well, mostly relaxed. Harry swallowed. How could someone look so relaxed and hard at the same time anyway?
He wasn't complaining. Not at all. It just made him curious. Snape's body language had always declared he did not like people coming too close, even though he did use the whole swooping down from behind you and glaring at you in class as a weapon. That was so unlike the man standing in front of him now.
Somehow he felt like he should gawk and be all flustered at seeing Snape's erection. He wasn't. All he wanted was to hold him right now.
"Come here." Harry's voice had already deepened during the years, now it was deeper still, the husky tone timbre aching in his throat as he reached out with his hand. "Please."
Snape should have remembered the foolish courage as well. Not saying anything, he moved to grab the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed.
Touching was never easier than this. Harry sighed as he felt Snape's body against his. There were no barriers between them, and before he could think of anything, his hands were moving on their own volition.
He didn't say anything, didn't want to ask permission or guidance. He was certain Snape would say something scathing if he didn't like what he was doing, so he figured that as long as he didn't say anything, everything was all right. It wasn't as if he was alone in this. The strong, callused fingers were skimming over his sides, caressing his skin.
Burying his nose in Snape's neck, he wiggled around a little, needing more contact. After all this time without someone to touch, he'd almost started to think he wasn't really interested in shagging anymore. Feeling Snape's hard prick brush against his, he let out a needy sound, knowing he'd been completely wrong.
The warmth flared into a flame. Harry didn't hesitate for a moment as he dug his fingers into the soft skin on Snape's arse, urging him to move closer still. He wanted so many things right now, but knew this would be enough.
His movements were almost feral. Not even trying to regain his control, he kissed Snape's throat over and over again.
Knowing hands moving down his belly, fingers curling around his prick. It was simple and good. Harry had to force his own hand to let go of the excellent hold he had on Snape's arse to return the favor.
It was not going to last long. Harry held on as long as he could, but he knew there would be no time for anything more than this. He was going to prove Snape right by coming in mere minutes and he wasn't even slightly worried about the way he'd undoubtedly comment on it later. The pressure building inside was too delicious to be stalled in any way.
They could do this more properly the next time.
The familiar scent of herbs surrounded him, becoming his whole world. The scent of potions ingredients was now mixed with the heavy scent of arousal and musk. He liked it. There was nothing else but Snape and the low hum of his own body.
He couldn't believe how good this was.
Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry's blissful expression. He wasn't sure what he wanted, how far did he want to go, but right now, this seemed to be what was needed.
After a bit of fumbling. Harry's grip tightened on him and he started to move his hand in a steady rhythm.
He realized this simple rubbing was enough. He didn't really understand it, but was more than willing to do it. Used to the more demanding touches, Snape found this strangely freeing.
Maybe he should have known Harry would bring his strange innocence into this. Touches. Hot, wet kisses on his neck. The hard young body moving frantically against his, perspiration turning the movement slick, fluid. It was strangely alluring, tempting Snape to let go of his eternal control instead of just ripping it away from him.
Harry tried not to let out the groan building in his chest. He wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as possible while his whole body tingled with the need to find release.
Now. Right now. Reaching up, he pulled Snape into a kiss, muffling his soft whimpers against his lips.
Snape swallowed the sounds, his hand never stilling even as he felt the warm wetness spread between them. He was a bit surprised to feel his own arousal grow more demanding, his body yearning for a release.
Completely boneless for a moment, Harry sagged against Snape. His heart was still pounding in his chest, almost drowning the sound of his heavy breathing. Gradually he became aware of the hardness still pressed against his hip.
A satisfied smile spread to his lips as he reached out again.
Snape allowed him to push him back a little and settle better against him. He didn't flinch as the nimble fingers moved back to his erection, his hips moving slowly to the touch.
The touch was not unlike his own; the fingers curling around his erection, the rhythm settling into somewhere close to perfect, the pressure applied satisfying. It was clear by the soft look on Harry's face that he was determined to give him pleasure as well.
Exactly what he should have expected.
Closing his eyes as Harry leaned into another kiss, he rolled his hips, meeting the touch easily. There was no real urgency in him, the pressure building slowly as Harry's hand moved faster.
It was harmless. Almost as if he was taking care of his own arousal. The simplicity of it should have offended him, but instead he reveled in it. If this was indeed what Harry wanted, he could handle it.
Snape didn't mind the awed expression on Harry's face, the hazy gaze sweeping over his body. He concentrated on the squeeze of Harry's fingers and the rhythm of the movement, feeling the relief gather almost warily before rushing through him.
Breathing shallowly through his mouth, Harry watched Snape thrust his hips up to his touch. He wanted to keep doing this forever, Snape's prick hot and hard in his hand. Whatever he'd imagined seeing when he was actually touching him, it was nothing like the reality.
He stared in awe as Snape tensed and came. Those dark eyes burned with intense fire, not unlike rage. It made him wonder if he could control his body the next time he saw this man angry.
Probably not.
Waiting for a moment to let Snape catch his breath, Harry wiped his hand to the sheet and then wrapped his arms around Snape. Taking deep breaths, he nuzzled against Snape's sweaty skin. "That was nice. Really, really nice." Did he really sound that smug? Yes, he did. And he didn't care.
There was a word Snape had never used for his sexual encounters before. He had to agree with Harry. It had been simple and harmless, pleasant even. Nice. He grunted. He wasn't going to stroke Harry's ego right now. If he wanted praise, he could go to someone else.
Harry hadn't expected there to be a real answer. The soft sound was plenty enough to tell him that Snape hadn't exactly hated the whole thing and wasn't going to hex him any time soon. Smiling, he kissed Snape's neck one more time and then rested his head on his shoulder.
"You're not planning on falling asleep here." It was not a question. Snape's voice was definitely not mellowed.
Wondering if he could now call the man git and get away with it without the glare, Harry sighed, "No, I'm not. But jumping up, casting a cleaning spell on the sheets and then rushing out without even a good bye isn't really my thing." He tightened his hold on Snape. "Besides, this is one of those things. Like walking together and talking."
There was a sound of very familiar words muttered, but Harry ignored them. He knew that very soon he'd have to get up and get cleaned. Then he'd have to leave Snape here and go to see what Ron was doing.
He'd probably have to act like nothing had happened, so that no one would ask stupid questions and Snape wouldn't feel crowded and push him away.
Listening to Snape's heartbeat, he wondered how soon he could come back.
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Date: 2006-07-25 01:16 pm (UTC)You just have to love Severus Snape. What a thing to say. I think it was a good idea for them to have their first sexual encounter now there was too much tension for them to ease into that side of their relationship once they decided to move past friendship. I just really like Severus's reaction in this chapter to the lack of technical sex. I think for both of them penetration would have been too much at this time. I can't rememeber because I've been reading other stories while reading this and sometimes things start to blend together, is Harry actually experienced or did he just allow Severus to come to that conclusion? I mean I know he only recently realized he was attracted to men and Snape is the first man he will be with but in your story does he have much experience with women?
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Date: 2006-07-25 01:36 pm (UTC)Harry's had sex with about everyone he's ever wanted. And some he didn't really even want, but didn't have anything else to do. Trappings of celebrity, where everyone wants a piece of you but it's not really real. :(
One could say he's experienced in sex but not in mutually satisfying relationships...
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Date: 2006-07-25 06:24 pm (UTC)Re: Awe and veneration
Date: 2006-08-03 02:53 pm (UTC)*basks in the adoration*
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Date: 2006-07-26 01:09 am (UTC)"So I assume you would like to have sex now."
Perfect line and so Snapelike!!
"Listening to Snape's heartbeat, he wondered how soon he could come back."
Perfect Harry line!
I like your Harry very much. He thinks and plans before he makes a complete muddle of things!! He's going to need those skills to handle Snape. Snape talks so much about what he can put up with, but anyone in an relationship with him is taking on a lot of baggage as well!
Very well done!!
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Date: 2006-08-03 02:57 pm (UTC):D Thank you!
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