The Boy Who Lived A Bit - chapter nine

Story: The Boy Who Lived A Bit
Author email: barbarella_od @ yahoo . com . au
Disclaimer: Only the plot, such as it is, and any minor original characters that may pop up, are mine.
Rating: Chaps 1+2 PG for language. 3-21 NC17 for language, graphic sexual situations, adult themes. This story contains graphic scenes of two consenting adult males going at it like the clappers. If you suspect this may offend you, then don't read it.
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Spoilers: Up to and including Order Of The Phoenix.
Summary: Post-Hogwarts, though the War still rages. Harry is holed up at 12 Grimmauld Place with Lupin as his primary protector. Some of the best distractions in these days are provided by one Severus Snape.
Author's Note: My first ever attempt at Snarry, at slash and at fanfic. *palm/face/plant*

Chapter Nine.




Harry felt Snape's erection pressing against him through the pyjamas as they kissed. He moved his body slightly so that his own erection aligned with the other and then slowly rolled his hips, satisfied to feel a moan being kissed into his mouth. One of his hands fell to the buttons of Snape's pyjama top and began a tentative fumble of getting them undone. What a change to find a mere six buttons keeping his Snape from him! He tilted his head to get more kiss as he uncovered Snape's chest to his fingers.

'Harry.'

Harry kissed deeper, trying to stop Snape from talking.

'Harry. POTTER!'

'What?'

Black eyes appraised him sternly. 'Have I taught you nothing in all this time?'

'What?' He knew he sounded petulant, but damn it, he couldn't help it right now! He was naked in Snape's bed again and they both had hard cocks and his fingers were grazing over a nipple and he wanted to keep kissing, fuck it!

'Lupin is out, so there is no one else outside of this room?'

'Exactly.' He rolled his hips again.

'And this room is not warded.'

Harry stopped rolling his hips.

'And we are both about to get impossibly distracted and self-involved.'

Harry stopped playing with the nipple under his fingers.

'What would happen if we were attacked right now, Potter?'

Harry sighed. The git was right. 'I'm sorry,' he mumbled. 'I just…' his hips rolled involuntarily. 'I just wanted…'

'Don't put yourself in danger just for the sake of appeasing pleasure, Potter. Take care of the necessities first. Now, if you don't mind.'

Harry sighed a little heavier than he meant to.

'Take care of them quickly,' Snape continued. 'And then give your attention back to me. Seeing as I am, after all, in charge.'

Harry looked up to see Snape smirking at him. 'Bastard.'

'Child.'

'Git.'

'Just do it, Potter. I'm getting impatient.'

Harry stretched and arched his body backwards, looking askance at the floor, knowing that his wand was down there amongst his clothes somewhere. He heard Snape hiss in a breath as he reached out and twisted himself until the wooden implement was in his hand. He pointed the wand at the door and quickly cast as many warding charms as he knew. He looked sideways at Snape as he reached the limits of his knowledge. 'Should I bother with a silencing charm?'

'Just a simple one. Merely as a precaution.'

Harry complied and then threw his wand back onto the twisted heap of his clothes on the floor. 'There,' he said, 'Can I get back to what I was doing now?'

'I'd hex you if you didn't, Potter.'

Harry smiled and basically threw himself on top of the other man, enjoying a strange shiver from the unexpectedly wanton feeling of pressing his nakedness up against a still fairly-clothed lover. 'I want you,' he murmured against Snape's mouth. 'I want you to take me again. I want to be underneath you.'

Snape practically purred in response. A sound Harry had never thought he'd hear the man make, and yet it sounded so good coming out of him, rumbling out of him with that black velvet voice set at an impossibly low pitch. Together, they worked at Snape's pyjamas until they were both naked and entwined around one another, kisses becoming deeper and more insistent. Then Harry manoeuvred himself under the larger body and squirmed to get comfortable on his back. He wanted this quickly now, felt needy and demanding. He spread and raised his legs, gratified to feel Snape immediately take advantage of his new position.

'You were saying you've missed me, Mister Potter?' Snape's tongue trailed wetly along his jawline.

Harry lifted his head so that his throat elongated for Snape's mouth. 'So much,' he muttered weakly. 'Ohgod…'

Snape ran a hand down his side, around his hip and onto a thigh – a thigh that was currently tensing against Snape's waist. Their erections continued to slide together, pre-come lubricating the sensations, though whose, Harry didn't know and didn't care. Having Snape's arms on either side of his head, Snape's chest against his, Snape bracing himself over his body – he never would've anticipated how exciting these supposedly simple things were.

'I like how it feels,' he tried to explain, 'Being under you, having you move on top of me. And the way you, um, brace yourself over me. I like that. I don't know why I should like that so much. But I do.'

'You are simply enjoying the sensation of surrender, of putting your trust and pleasure into the hands of another. Part of the thrill, no doubt, comes from a spark of wonder in your subconscious as to whether your trust is well placed. It is human nature to occasionally take pleasure in our own vulnerability.'

Harry had no idea at all what Snape meant by all that. Was the man trying to suggest that he liked to be dominated or something?

'I liked being on top of you, too,' he felt the urge to point out.

'Yes. For the reverse reasons, one presumes? Thrilling to another's vulnerability. Having the trust and pleasure of another put into your hands. Being surrendered to…'

'And the humping and thrusting.'

Snape laughed softly with his mouth against Harry's ear. 'Now you are moving onto the physical sensations, not the psychological ones.'

'Oh.'

Snape raised his head and looked down at Harry with a look that, on anybody else's face, might have bordered on fondness. 'Shall we indulge in some physical sensation, Mister Potter?'

'We probably should. Just in case Remus comes back early.'

'Indeed. That would be… most unfortunate.' Snape lifted his body and kneeled between Harry's spread legs, reaching in the drawer of his bedside table and retrieving the tube of lubricant.

Harry raised himself up onto his elbows and watched him, fascinated and increasingly turned on, as Snape smoothed the clear, viscous gel onto his cock, the long fingers moving up and down the shaft. Harry wet his lips. 'I'd love to watch you sometime, Snape. Doing that, I mean.' Slowly, he dragged his eyes away from the glorious sight and raised his head to meet Snape's gaze.

'Likewise, I'm sure.'

Snape finished his preparation by running two lubed fingers up and down the cleft of Harry's arse, making Harry fall back onto the mattress solidly. His eyes fell closed and he raised his arms above his head until his hands could brace against the headboard. 'Fuck me,' he whispered. The tip of one finger breached him, quickly moving down to the second knuckle. It moved in and out of him several times. It felt nice, but what really felt incredible now was the knowledge of what the finger led to. Knowing that this finger was only there to prepare him for something much larger and harder, something that would fuck his body so much deeper – that was what was so incredible about having this finger inside him. 'Fuck me,' he whispered again, and a second finger slid into him beside the first, both pumping at him for a moment before leaving him quite abruptly.

Harry's legs were raised by large, cool hands. He opened his eyes again as he first felt the bluntness of Snape's cock being pressed to his opening. 'Oh… fuck me,' he whispered a third time.

Snape thrust forward lightly and seemed to miraculously fill Harry with just one stroke. Harry blinked and looked up into Snape's face. Eyebrow. Snape was obviously as surprised as Harry was…

Tentatively, they began to move together, their movements quickly finding pace and rhythm. It was like some erotic ballet, the way their bodies could be together, the closeness of the act, the raw intimacy of it. Harry grabbed at Snape's back and shoulders, clinging to the man riding him, holding him close, holding onto him. As long as he could hold this man – this man – here against him, hold him inside him, then nothing could ever harm him.

Snape pressed his temple to Harry's. 'Fucking… Harry… Potter…' he murmured into Harry's hair. 'Merlin…' He raised his head and looked down into Harry's eyes, bestowing upon him the biggest smile Harry had ever seen the man attempt. A crooked smile that didn't seem to fit right on the usually stern face, as though it caused him pain to move his thin lips in that way.

Harry couldn't help but smile his wide, floppy grin back in response. 'Do you like fucking Harry Potter?'

Obsidian eyes flashed as they continued to gaze down at him. 'So much so that I fully expect to wake at any moment and find myself the recipient of a most wondrous dream.'

'Nobody's ever said things like that to me.'

'Then none of them deserved you, Harry.' Snape pushed one hand under Harry's bottom, manually lifting his pelvis higher to meet Snape's harder thrusts.

'Mm that's, that's nice. And you, uh, you deserve me?'

Snape angled his hips slightly and pleasure lit along Harry's entire nervous system. 'You tell me, Potter.'

'Fuckyes!' He buried his face in Snape's throat, licking and kissing and sucking. 'Fuckyes,' he muttered again, so softly he wasn't quite sure if he was saying it out loud now or just chanting it over and over in his head.

'Touch yourself for me,' Snape whispered to him. 'I'm close…'

Harry disentangled a hand that had somehow become grasped in Snape's hair and eased it between their bodies. His prick was heavy against his stomach, leaking copiously and desperate for his fingers to move around it. He touched the head just as Snape's cock thrust even harder into him and he almost came then and there.

'Bloody hell! Sev-Severus! Do that again!'

They were coming together. Snape's mouth suddenly descended on his in a desperate, horny, climax of a kiss as they moved through their shared intensity. His brain was going to explode, definitely going to explode with pleasure if this lasted too much longer.

'Harry.' Snape was stroking his skin and sucking his throat. Oh god, Snape was so wonderful. So fucking wonderful.

'Harry? Severus?'

Harry and Snape both stared at each other in horror. Dumbledore's voice was calling them from downstairs!

'Fuck!' Harry hissed.

'Move, Potter! Now!'

Harry winced as Snape pulled out of him roughly. He tumbled out of the bed, hideously aware of the patch of come clinging only slightly to his stomach. He grabbed up his tshirt and wiped it once across his abdomen – that would have to do – and stuffed his shirt under the blankets of Snape's bed.

Snape got halfway through an eyebrow raise before catching on to what Harry was doing. 'Socks and underwear, too. You haven't got time for those.'

Harry shoved the other garments into the bed as he was told and snatched up his jeans, shoving his legs into them so quick he was scared he might fall over. Weasley jumper was pulled on while he pushed his feet into his trainers, thankful that he'd toed them off earlier without undoing the laces.

'Harry? Are you up here, my boy?' Dumblebore's voice was definitely coming up the fucking stairs.

'Wand, Potter! Wards!'

Shit, shit, shit! Harry waved his wand in hasty circles at the bedroom door, hoping he was getting rid of everything he'd put in place. Snape, meanwhile, was calmly doing up the buttons of his pyjama top and smoothing his hair down, his dignified air not giving away the fact that his pyjama bottoms and half of Harry's clothes were somewhere in the bed with him.

'Tray,' Snape hissed at Harry, pointing at the long-forgotten lunch tray sitting on the bedside table. Harry made a lunge for it as Snape raised his voice and called out, 'In here, Headmaster!'. 'Get out as soon as possible,' he whispered at Harry, 'But do NOT act suspicious.'

A quiet knock came at the door just before it swung open to reveal a benignly smiling Dumbledore holding a huge bunch of gaily coloured flowers. 'Ah! Here you both are! Taking good care of our patient, I see, Harry?'

'Just clearing the dishes away, sir.' Harry gave a little smile and hoped his voice sounded normal. Thank fuck Dumbledore had brought flowers, he found himself thinking, 'cos surely the room must smell like two men had just been having sex in it? 'Er, shall I bring a vase of water up for those, Headmaster?' he asked, indicating the flowers as Dumbledore held the bedroom door open for him.

'That would be wonderful, Harry, thank-you. Careful with that tray on the stairs now.'

'I will be, sir. Thank-you.' He chanced a last glance back at the perfectly composed and dignified Snape before exiting the room and wobbling his way to the kitchen on very nervous legs.