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said_scarlett) wrote2004-01-16 07:04 pm
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A while back I posted how out of DB, my favorite part was the first sex scene? I decided to remove it, tweak it, edit it, and post it on it's own. The basic plot is: Harry has to lose his virgnity immediately due to evil workings and potent sex magic. Snape gets to do it. This is also the first graphic smut I ever wrote.
Title: Whatever I put in the LJ Tag
Author: Me, Lady Feylene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Summary: Harry has to lose his virgnity immediately due to evil workings and potent sex magic. Snape gets to do it. We get 12 pages of smut out of this. Enjoy!
//This is wrong.// But it had to be done. And they both knew it. Sighing once more, Snape let one hand rest lightly on Harry's cheek. He felt the boy cringe slightly from the contact, and resisted the urge to reprimand him. Regardless of Potter's insistence not to go easy on him, Snape would try and make the experience something more than unpleasant. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Steeling himself-it was something he would never allow himself to enjoy-he leaned forwards, lips meeting Harry's very gently.
The Potter boy jerked back, gasping, but said nothing. The grim determination was back, though there was now a glint of anger in his eyes. Snape had little patience, and his hands slid behind Harry's head to hold him there. He *could* be far more unpleasant than this. Closing his eyes-he'd really rather not *see* who he was kissing in this instance-he pressed his lips against Harry's again, this time not pulling away at the boy's small noise of protest. He wrapped his fingers in the boy's hair, focusing on its softness and thickness.
//Wonderful way to break celibacy, Severus.//
Ignoring the voice in his mind, he slipped his tongue out to lightly run across Harry's lips, feeling them draw back from his touch. Sadly enough, it was Potter's reluctance that urged Snape on. He held his head more firmly, fingers sliding in to stroke his scalp lightly. His other hand still held Harry's, pressed into his lap. He abandoned that, his hand snaking up Harry's stomach and chest. He wondered at the boy's sexuality. Did he actually enjoy men, or was this simply to 'build up his tolerance'?
Harry was still holding himself rigidly, ignoring everything Snape was doing to him. So, that was the way he wanted to play? Snape grinned to himself...intimate knowledge of how the human body worked was an advantage in more then just torture...his hand went up to Harry's neck, fingers caressing and searching for a particular spot there. He took Harry's bottom lip between his own, sucking gently on it as he played his fingers over a sensitive spot on Harry's neck. This time the noise the boy made was not from protest. Snape replaced his lips with his teeth, running his tongue over it. Harry's lips were warm and moist and pliant....regardless of how he felt about Potter, he was finding himself aroused.
//Brilliant. Dumbledore is going to pay for this...//
Snape suddenly paused. Their current position was not ideal for what he had in mind. He pulled his lips from Harry's, frowning slightly.
"What?"
"Come. This would go easier on the bed."
"What?" Panic, pure and raw.
"The bed, Potter," Snape said, taking the boy's hand. "And this is in no way to make things more comfortable for you, this is to make it more comfortable for *me*."
The Potions master took pause again, tapping his finger lightly to his chin. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do to Harry. A few questions would need answering. He watched carefully as the boy sat, eyes wary and wide.
"I will need some information before we resume, Mr. Potter. And you must answer me honestly."
"Yes." A small word, but containing as much emotion as Harry could shove into it. Defiance, fear, resignation...it seemed Potter had far more spine than Snape had given him credit for.
"Good. Are you a virgin?"
"What?" Shock. Snape rubbed the bridge of his nose in aggravation.
"It is a simple yes or no question, Mr. Potter. It is imperative I know whether or not you are a virgin." Most likely the answer was no....of course, it all depended. "No, wait. What is your preference?"
"My what?"
"Preference boy, your sexual preference! My God, you're as daft out of class as you are in it!"
"I'm not daft, and it's none of your business,“ Harry snapped. Snape enjoyed his fire. His willingness and desire to fight would serve him well.
"Yes, it is. It is now, at any rate. Now, what is your preference?"
"Um...." Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Both, I guess."
"You guess? Fine. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, professor, I am." A hint of snarl had crept into the boy’s voice.
"Potter, if you call me Professor again, I shall send you immediately back to your dormitory."
"Then don't call me Potter."
"Fine, *Harry*." Snape curled his lips, glaring at the boy. Damn Dumbledore to a million fiery hells....
"Um...what should I call you?"
"I don't care. As long as it isn't Professor. Or my name. Either of them. Oh, for the love of....fine. In these circumstances and these circumstances alone you may refer to me as Severus. If you ever call me by that name anywhere other then here and now, you will be severely punished. And you must relax." he said, reaching out to place a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You're far too tense. If you insist upon doing this, then *I* insist we both attempt to enjoy it." He frowned thoughtfully. How in hell was he going to go about this? He had had few lovers since Lucius, and gentleness was not something that came naturally to him. He let his fingers roam over Harry's shoulder, kneading gently. He stroked the side of Harry's neck. He could feel the boy's heart fluttering under his fingertips. No matter how brave a face Potter put up, he was terrified.
"Remove your clothing and lie down," Snape said gruffly, pointing to the bed.
A look of horror crossed Harry's face, and Snape covered his face with his hand in frustration. He didn't say anything to reassure the boy, but waited for Harry to comply. He did so, nervously and slowly. He sat up, shakily, and pulled his jumped off, folding it neatly and placing it beside him on the bed. Snape lifted an eyebrow in grudging appreciation at the sight of Harry's bare torso. It was lean and smooth, lightly muscled with the faint outline of a sculpted stomach. The boy's shoulders and arms were the same, lightly toned and sculpted. Tapered waist, leading down to what was most likely slim hips and lean legs. Being a seeker had never built muscles, but it didn’t allow them to go soft either.
"When you are finished, lie facedown on the bed, please." Snape crossed his arms, lips pursed in a thin line. Harry gulped audibly, his hands going to the zipper of his jeans. Snape could see him shaking, and turned away from him, walking briskly over to a shelf of bottles on the wall. He could feel Harry's eyes on him as he searched for the vial he wanted.
//There are very few possibilities you will actually manage to make him enjoy this.// Snape told himself. He was well aware of that, but he would try. A part of him was taking perverse pleasure in knowing that he would be the one to take James Potter's son's virginity. But still, most of him was slightly horrified and a tad bit awed by it all.
"What's that?" Harry asked in a tiny voice, as Snape's hand closed around a small, blue bottle.
"Lotion," Snape said, warming the bottle in his hands. "I prefer to use it for this. Now please lie still, it makes things so much easier." Harry's eyes widened, glowing a brilliant green in the firelight. He let his eyes travel down Harry's now naked form, admiring the smooth line of pale back and curve of buttock. Potter was very slim, with an almost feminine form. More muscular than Snape himself, but not by much. Quidditch did not build muscles, it simply shaped them. The Potions master sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing a bit of the now warm lotion into his hands. Harry made a small whimpering noise, and buried his head in his crossed arms.
"Were you not listening when I told you to relax?" Snape rubbed his hands together, spreading the lotion evenly over his palms and fingers. It was warm and smelled faintly of lilac. Stretching his fingers out, he laid his hands gingerly on Harry's shoulders. The boy tensed beneath his hands, instinctively pulling away. Snape closed his fingers on the soft flesh, holding them firmly in place. "I am *attempting* to help you. Please lie still."
Turning to kneel next to the boy on the bed, Snape moved his palms in wide circular motions over Harry's back, the heels of his hands pressing firmly into his flesh. He kneaded his fingers into Harry's shoulders, coaxing the tense muscles into unknotting. He rolled his thumbs over the top of the boy's spine, fingers working deftly and methodically, finding all the right points to force Harry's body into relaxing. Long fingers danced lightly over the line of Harry's spine, prodding gently and with purpose. Every so often a soft sigh would escape the boy's lips, as Snape's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. His hands moved down, slowly until he was gripping Harry's waist. The skin under his palms was now warm, both from the attention and the fire. Snape looked down at the flawless back beneath him, a small smile curving his lips. The boy was truly beautiful, he allowed himself to admit. So smooth and white and soft...back up the spine, heels rolling upwards in quick and precise motions. Harry moaned, shifting his weight under Snape's hands. Back down his back, palms splayed flat over the satiny plains, pausing to rub his thumbs lightly over the small of Harry's back. He allowed his hands to travel down further, sliding over the tight curves of Harry's buttocks, massaging gently down to firm thighs. He worked the taut flesh under his hands, kneading it rapidly.
Leaning down, he allowed himself a bit of indulgence. //If you are going to do it, you *will* enjoy it. Forget that your lover is a sixteen year old boy. Forget the fact that he is the son of one of your worst enemies. Forget you can hardly stand him...he is a beautiful young man who is offering himself to you. You could do far worse than Harry Potter as a lover, especially after so many years of celibacy.// Snape pressed his lips to the back of Harry's neck, his hands going still on the boy’s thighs. He closed his eyes as Harry arched his neck into his lips, letting his tongue slide out to stroke the warm flesh he found there. It tasted of salt and sweat, and held a pleasing aroma. Lilac and grass and that scent that could only be Harry.
Snape trailed his lips down Harry's spine, tongue outlining each bump and curve and dip of the prominent bones. He savored the feel of them under his lips and teeth, sucking lightly on each ridge. How long had it been, since he was so intimate with another? Far too long. And when had it been like this? Hardly ever. Not with another man, not this soft languidness. He bit gently at the small of Harry's back, feeling him stretch and raise his back into the light caress of teeth and tongue.
Snape knew he should perhaps go slow, but he was finding it difficult. The taste of Harry's skin was driving him mad, going straight to his head like fine wine. He licked all over the boy's back, dragging his teeth over where his lips had been. He drew his tongue along the line of his shoulders, tracing those bones with lips and teeth. He felt Harry shudder and twitch beneath him, lips curving at every sigh and whimper. He allowed his hand to trail along the swell of Harry's hip, fingers sliding into the hollow there. He felt the young Gryffindor's hips buck at that contact, and he slid his hand down further, between his legs, hand wrapping firmly around Harry's prominent erection.
Standing, Snape shed his dressing gown. He wore nothing beneath it, and shivered slightly in the cool air of his rooms. He shook back his lank hair, raking his fingers through it. Harry was watching him, eyes heavy lidded, and little trace of his fear and defiance anywhere in them. He followed Harry's eyes up and down his own body, taking in the lean chest and waist and slender hips. The Potions Master had never been much to meet the eye, in his own opinion. Snape stretched himself out over Harry, simply resting his weight on the boy's back and hips.
//This is wrong, and you know it is. But it is necessary. There is pleasure in sin. Or perhaps it is that there is sin in pleasure. Regardless, you know you will feel guilty for this in the morning.// It didn't matter that the boy had asked for it. Practically begged, and then taunted. *He* should have more self control.
//This is not a matter of self control! You do not want this, but it must be done. It is simply another form of preparing him for what he may be put through. And be honest with yourself...if it delays placing the collar around his neck for one more night, you're happy to do it.//
Resting his head on Harry's shoulder blades, Snape closed his eyes, wishing this was all. But he felt stirring beneath him, the boy was urging him onwards. Taking a deep breath, the older man lifted himself up, bracing himself with his arms. Harry twisted his body, propping himself up and looking over his shoulder at Snape.
"No," Snape said softly, laying a hand on Harry's back and pressing him back down onto the bed. It couldn't be like that...but Harry didn't move. In a quick-if clumsy-movement, Harry sat up, his shoulder knocking into Snape's arm as he did so. The Potions Master had to catch himself hurriedly, lest he fall. And then Harry was kissing him, inexpertly and forcefully. It was a clumsy kiss, but Snape allowed it, sitting back and placing his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"Enough," Snape muttered, pulling away. "No wonder you're a virgin. Relax your lips boy, you can't even kiss correctly."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but saw that Snape's lips were quirked upwards in as close to a smile as the man ever gave. Upon seeing that, he relaxed again, and parted his lips slightly.
"Good. You are not attempting to devour your partner. Follow my lead." Snape brushed his lips against Harry's, a soft sliding of lips on lips, before capturing Harry's bottom lip and sucking gently. He forced himself to be tender, to be gentle. He ran his tongue lightly over the warm, parted lips, before sliding it between them. Harry's tongue met his own, battering against it hectically. Snape stroked his tongue along the boy's, mentally smiling as his inexperienced partner matched his rhythm. He deepened the kiss, allowing a small sigh of appreciation. It was polite to let your partner know when they had pleased you, and Harry had begun caressing his lips with his tongue, mimicking what Snape had first done to him.
"Very good," Snape said, moving his lips down to suck at the tender skin of Harry's neck and throat. He felt the boy shudder under his ministrations, and bit lightly at the warm hollow of his throat. His tongue snaked out to lathe the skin there, pressing to feel the flutter of a heartbeat. Suddenly, Snape tensed. One of Harry's hands was moving along his thigh, the other was resting on his chest. The boy had yet to take an active role in their coupling, and Snape decided to simply allow him to do what he would. He resumed his attention on Harry's neck, closing his eyes as he nuzzled and nipped.
Harry's hand wandered higher, cautiously and curiously. It burned across Snape's flesh, and he could see its path in his mind. Fingers stroking and petting awkwardly, reaching for his hip, then elsewhere....He gasped, body tensing as Harry touched him very hesitantly, a bare brushing of fingers over hot, tortured flesh. He stilled his lips and teeth, hands gripping Harry's shoulders as he fought back a groan.
"Is that...okay?" Harry asked, shivering.
"That is fine," Snape gasped out. The boy's innocence was truly refreshing. Harry's hand returned, lightly grasping Snape's hardness. He closed his eyes, not able to think of anything other then the timid touch that consumed his mind. It was different from anything else he had ever felt. He had never been with a virgin. In truth, he had had very few lovers other than Lucius. But now was not the time for those thoughts. Now there was only Harry's hand, stroking lightly. Snape buried his face in Harry's chest, gasping as the boy's fingers found a rather sensitive spot. Though he was rather rough and uncertain, Snape knew if Harry kept up this little session would be over before it had begun.
"That is...enough..." Snape grabbed Harry's wrist, to still his hand. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to slow and his blood to cool. He rubbed Harry's wrist lightly, pulling his hand up and away. He lifted his head, for the first time his eyes meeting full on those of his young partner. Harry's eyes were clouded with lust, but still slightly confused. Snape didn't blame him. How would he have reacted, at sixteen, being told he was most likely the only hope for millions of people, and there was a large chance he would be captured and tortured, and to prepare for that he would have to get used to being put through unimaginable pain by an ex-Death Eater who was known to hate him. He doubted he would have handled it very well.
"There now." Snape pressed his lips to Harry's palm, before kissing him softly on the lips. The moment of truth could only be put off for so long, and the physical mechanics of sex was something Snape had little interest in. But he took some pleasure out of it. The most pleasure he could take out of anything. He stroked his tongue along Harry's lips, feeling them tremble. "Lie back down, Harry, and remained relaxed."
Harry nodded, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. He was glistening now, his body bathed in a very fine sheen of sweat. He looked highly desirable, exposed and aroused. Snape licked his lips, more out of some odd form of nervousness then anything else. He was still regretting this, but pushed those thoughts aside. He focused on the sinuous line of Harry's back, the lithe curve of buttock and thigh. He ran his hand lightly along that line, fingers grazing the moist flesh. He rested his hand on the small of Harry's back, massaging gently.
Pursing his lips, Snape took up the vial of lotion once more, rubbing it into his hands. He straddled Harry's thighs, massaging his lower back and buttocks, kneading the taut flesh deftly. He could feel Harry tense beneath him, in an almost rhythmic manner. He supposed he ought to offer some reassurance, but he could not bring himself to. What could he tell him, other then the truth.
"Keep your muscles loose, or it will hurt more then it should," he said, thumbs sliding down to part the cleft of Harry's buttocks, stroking gently. He felt the boy quiver under his touch, and he could only assume it was from pleasure. His lips pressed into a thin line, Snape eased his index finger into him, feeling the muscles tensing around it as Harry let out a small grunt. "Relax!" he snapped, and was immediately aware of the exact opposite reaction.
"Harry, if you refuse to listen, it is your own fault." Snape continued the massage as he waited for the boy to relax somewhat. It took a while, but slowly the tension in his muscles drained, and Snape slid a second well lotioned finger inside. Harry tensed, but immediately relaxed with a small whimper.
//Dear God.//
Even now, with just his two fingers embedded in Harry's tight virginity, it was...amazing. He could feel the muscles tensing and flexing around his knuckles, and could only imagine what it would feel to have his entire length sheathed in that narrow canal. He bent his fingers, very slightly, and was rewarded with a sigh and a shudder. He brushed his knuckle deliberately against a sensitive spot, and a moan escaped Harry's lips.
"It *will* feel good," Snape assured him, withdrawing his fingers. He reapplied a good dollop of lotion to his hands, smoothing it onto his length. He rubbed a bit more onto Harry, using it liberally. He knew that at this point it was mainly a diversionary tactic. Rolling his shoulders to force the tension out of his own body, he stretched his legs out and braced his arms, holding himself above Harry. "It will hurt at first. This is why you must remain relaxed. I shall go slowly."
Harry just nodded, burying his head in his arms. Snape caressed himself, taking his length in hand to prepare for entry. He gritted his teeth, pressing resolvedly forwards. He felt Harry unconsciously straining away, and took his hip in hand, holding him firmly. He pushed forward, feeling himself begin to enter....
//My. Lord.//
He nearly forgot his resolve to go slowly. Tensing his muscles, he had to struggle not to thrust full force into Harry. Already he was tightening, the ring of muscles squeezing Snape forcefully. And the squirming wasn't helping any.
"Remain still," Snape hissed, grasping at the fur coverlet. Perhaps sex hadn't lost all meaning after all. Or perhaps he had simply been going about it the wrong way. Harry lay still, and Snape pushed in further, trying to block out the whimpering cry that met his penetration. He continued to grip Harry's hip, forcing him not to move. It was easier that way. Taking a deep breath, he slid himself deeper, sucking in a deep breath as he buried himself halfway into Harry's tight warmth. It wasn't what it could have been for another man, but it was good. Closing his eyes, Snape pushed himself in all the way, Harry crying out and bucking beneath him.
"It is done." Snape sighed, breathing hard. He took his hand from Harry's hip, placing it on his back. The boy was trembling,. From pain, most likely. Snape remembered what it had felt like to him. And Lucius Malfoy had thought of nothing but his own pleasure, ripping into young Snape with a savage force...
//Don't think of that. If you must occupy your mind, at least think of your lover. Hah. My lover....Harry Potter....irony? A twisted sort, I suppose. The world truly has gone to hell....//
Snape moved gently, rocking his hips slightly. It was pleasure as much as he had felt in years. But he knew it was fleeting and meaningless. Harry cried out at the movement, and Snape's eyes were drawn to his hands, clenching and grabbing at the covers and pillows. Biting his lower lip, he drew out, easing himself back with a slow precision. Again and again he drove himself into Harry, and eventually the moans of pain beneath him turned into something else. How odd, that pain could so easily turn to pleasure...
It didn't take much to send Snape over the edge. He increased his pace, his head thrown back. At some point, Harry began arching upwards, meeting his thrusts. It was sinful heat, and then bursting light, tingling blood, and the barest hint of sensations long lost exploding behind his eyes. Then it was over. Snape cried out, before collapsing in an exhausted heap on top of Harry.
It took him a few moments to regain his composure. He was well and truly spent, and he was finding it hard to breathe. Harry was still beneath him, not speaking or moving. He rested his head on the boy's back, inhaling deeply. He was not for after-coupling affection, and he certainly had no affection for Harry Potter. But he had just taken the boy's virginity, and perhaps in a rougher manner than he had intended. So he lay there, his breath returning to normal, attempting to enjoy the rare sensation of a willing body pressed against his. Eventually, Snape rolled off of the boy, standing and crossing the room to where a basin of water stood near the fire. He cleaned himself, ignoring the prone form lying on his bed.
//Have you any idea the repercussions of what you just did?// Snape closed his eyes, standing before the fire. He could feel the boy's eyes on him, but refused to turn around and meet them. He felt dirty, and cheap, and disgusted with himself.
//He asked for it. You did him a *favor*.// He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. He could still feel Harry wrapped around him, encasing him, squeezing him...
//You allow yourself a moment of weakness, and look what it turns into.// Snape frowned, pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottles on the mantle, still not looking at Harry. Hadn't the boy left yet? What in hell was he waiting for?
"This little session is over, Mr. Potter." Snape said, curtly. He took a long drink of the wine, feeling it travel down his throat. He heard movement behind him, and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"What about...?"
There was a note of pleading in his voice, and Snape bristled.
"Potter, I am still dealing with the effects of what I just did. There is a clean cloth on the bedside table. I suggest you clean yourself, get dressed and leave now. If you are *that* hard off, make a stop at the Prefects' bathroom."
"Yes....sir." The last word was said sharply, and Snape thought he detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Snape heard the soft sound of movement, rustling clothing, a small gasp from Harry. Ah yes. He would be in pain for a day or so, nothing too bad. Snape *could* have offered the boy something for it, but decided against it. Dull the pain and it would be forgotten, and Snape didn't want Harry to forget this. It wasn't something that should be forgotten, so soon afterwards.
//He will regret this. But in times like these, we have no choice but to do that which we will regret.// Snape sighed, bowing his head to stare into the flames. He heard the boy walking across the floor, slippered feet thudding dully on the stone floor. And then the soft touch of a hand on his back, before it was withdrawn and there was the sound of footsteps retreating to the door.
"Um...I'll be back tomorrow night.”
"Yes, Mr. Potter." Snape waved his hand dismissively. He wanted the boy gone. The creak of a door opening. He was nearly gone. Once he had left, Snape could do whatever he needed to deal with the events of the night. Whether it be drinking himself stupid or...Why hadn't the boy left yet? What in hell's name was he waiting for?
"Er...goodnight...." Ah. Goodbyes? Snape wanted to scoff, but made no noise. A moment more and Potter would be gone...
"...Severus."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A while back I posted how out of DB, my favorite part was the first sex scene? I decided to remove it, tweak it, edit it, and post it on it's own. The basic plot is: Harry has to lose his virgnity immediately due to evil workings and potent sex magic. Snape gets to do it. This is also the first graphic smut I ever wrote.
Title: Whatever I put in the LJ Tag
Author: Me, Lady Feylene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Summary: Harry has to lose his virgnity immediately due to evil workings and potent sex magic. Snape gets to do it. We get 12 pages of smut out of this. Enjoy!
//This is wrong.// But it had to be done. And they both knew it. Sighing once more, Snape let one hand rest lightly on Harry's cheek. He felt the boy cringe slightly from the contact, and resisted the urge to reprimand him. Regardless of Potter's insistence not to go easy on him, Snape would try and make the experience something more than unpleasant. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Steeling himself-it was something he would never allow himself to enjoy-he leaned forwards, lips meeting Harry's very gently.
The Potter boy jerked back, gasping, but said nothing. The grim determination was back, though there was now a glint of anger in his eyes. Snape had little patience, and his hands slid behind Harry's head to hold him there. He *could* be far more unpleasant than this. Closing his eyes-he'd really rather not *see* who he was kissing in this instance-he pressed his lips against Harry's again, this time not pulling away at the boy's small noise of protest. He wrapped his fingers in the boy's hair, focusing on its softness and thickness.
//Wonderful way to break celibacy, Severus.//
Ignoring the voice in his mind, he slipped his tongue out to lightly run across Harry's lips, feeling them draw back from his touch. Sadly enough, it was Potter's reluctance that urged Snape on. He held his head more firmly, fingers sliding in to stroke his scalp lightly. His other hand still held Harry's, pressed into his lap. He abandoned that, his hand snaking up Harry's stomach and chest. He wondered at the boy's sexuality. Did he actually enjoy men, or was this simply to 'build up his tolerance'?
Harry was still holding himself rigidly, ignoring everything Snape was doing to him. So, that was the way he wanted to play? Snape grinned to himself...intimate knowledge of how the human body worked was an advantage in more then just torture...his hand went up to Harry's neck, fingers caressing and searching for a particular spot there. He took Harry's bottom lip between his own, sucking gently on it as he played his fingers over a sensitive spot on Harry's neck. This time the noise the boy made was not from protest. Snape replaced his lips with his teeth, running his tongue over it. Harry's lips were warm and moist and pliant....regardless of how he felt about Potter, he was finding himself aroused.
//Brilliant. Dumbledore is going to pay for this...//
Snape suddenly paused. Their current position was not ideal for what he had in mind. He pulled his lips from Harry's, frowning slightly.
"What?"
"Come. This would go easier on the bed."
"What?" Panic, pure and raw.
"The bed, Potter," Snape said, taking the boy's hand. "And this is in no way to make things more comfortable for you, this is to make it more comfortable for *me*."
The Potions master took pause again, tapping his finger lightly to his chin. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do to Harry. A few questions would need answering. He watched carefully as the boy sat, eyes wary and wide.
"I will need some information before we resume, Mr. Potter. And you must answer me honestly."
"Yes." A small word, but containing as much emotion as Harry could shove into it. Defiance, fear, resignation...it seemed Potter had far more spine than Snape had given him credit for.
"Good. Are you a virgin?"
"What?" Shock. Snape rubbed the bridge of his nose in aggravation.
"It is a simple yes or no question, Mr. Potter. It is imperative I know whether or not you are a virgin." Most likely the answer was no....of course, it all depended. "No, wait. What is your preference?"
"My what?"
"Preference boy, your sexual preference! My God, you're as daft out of class as you are in it!"
"I'm not daft, and it's none of your business,“ Harry snapped. Snape enjoyed his fire. His willingness and desire to fight would serve him well.
"Yes, it is. It is now, at any rate. Now, what is your preference?"
"Um...." Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Both, I guess."
"You guess? Fine. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes, professor, I am." A hint of snarl had crept into the boy’s voice.
"Potter, if you call me Professor again, I shall send you immediately back to your dormitory."
"Then don't call me Potter."
"Fine, *Harry*." Snape curled his lips, glaring at the boy. Damn Dumbledore to a million fiery hells....
"Um...what should I call you?"
"I don't care. As long as it isn't Professor. Or my name. Either of them. Oh, for the love of....fine. In these circumstances and these circumstances alone you may refer to me as Severus. If you ever call me by that name anywhere other then here and now, you will be severely punished. And you must relax." he said, reaching out to place a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You're far too tense. If you insist upon doing this, then *I* insist we both attempt to enjoy it." He frowned thoughtfully. How in hell was he going to go about this? He had had few lovers since Lucius, and gentleness was not something that came naturally to him. He let his fingers roam over Harry's shoulder, kneading gently. He stroked the side of Harry's neck. He could feel the boy's heart fluttering under his fingertips. No matter how brave a face Potter put up, he was terrified.
"Remove your clothing and lie down," Snape said gruffly, pointing to the bed.
A look of horror crossed Harry's face, and Snape covered his face with his hand in frustration. He didn't say anything to reassure the boy, but waited for Harry to comply. He did so, nervously and slowly. He sat up, shakily, and pulled his jumped off, folding it neatly and placing it beside him on the bed. Snape lifted an eyebrow in grudging appreciation at the sight of Harry's bare torso. It was lean and smooth, lightly muscled with the faint outline of a sculpted stomach. The boy's shoulders and arms were the same, lightly toned and sculpted. Tapered waist, leading down to what was most likely slim hips and lean legs. Being a seeker had never built muscles, but it didn’t allow them to go soft either.
"When you are finished, lie facedown on the bed, please." Snape crossed his arms, lips pursed in a thin line. Harry gulped audibly, his hands going to the zipper of his jeans. Snape could see him shaking, and turned away from him, walking briskly over to a shelf of bottles on the wall. He could feel Harry's eyes on him as he searched for the vial he wanted.
//There are very few possibilities you will actually manage to make him enjoy this.// Snape told himself. He was well aware of that, but he would try. A part of him was taking perverse pleasure in knowing that he would be the one to take James Potter's son's virginity. But still, most of him was slightly horrified and a tad bit awed by it all.
"What's that?" Harry asked in a tiny voice, as Snape's hand closed around a small, blue bottle.
"Lotion," Snape said, warming the bottle in his hands. "I prefer to use it for this. Now please lie still, it makes things so much easier." Harry's eyes widened, glowing a brilliant green in the firelight. He let his eyes travel down Harry's now naked form, admiring the smooth line of pale back and curve of buttock. Potter was very slim, with an almost feminine form. More muscular than Snape himself, but not by much. Quidditch did not build muscles, it simply shaped them. The Potions master sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing a bit of the now warm lotion into his hands. Harry made a small whimpering noise, and buried his head in his crossed arms.
"Were you not listening when I told you to relax?" Snape rubbed his hands together, spreading the lotion evenly over his palms and fingers. It was warm and smelled faintly of lilac. Stretching his fingers out, he laid his hands gingerly on Harry's shoulders. The boy tensed beneath his hands, instinctively pulling away. Snape closed his fingers on the soft flesh, holding them firmly in place. "I am *attempting* to help you. Please lie still."
Turning to kneel next to the boy on the bed, Snape moved his palms in wide circular motions over Harry's back, the heels of his hands pressing firmly into his flesh. He kneaded his fingers into Harry's shoulders, coaxing the tense muscles into unknotting. He rolled his thumbs over the top of the boy's spine, fingers working deftly and methodically, finding all the right points to force Harry's body into relaxing. Long fingers danced lightly over the line of Harry's spine, prodding gently and with purpose. Every so often a soft sigh would escape the boy's lips, as Snape's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. His hands moved down, slowly until he was gripping Harry's waist. The skin under his palms was now warm, both from the attention and the fire. Snape looked down at the flawless back beneath him, a small smile curving his lips. The boy was truly beautiful, he allowed himself to admit. So smooth and white and soft...back up the spine, heels rolling upwards in quick and precise motions. Harry moaned, shifting his weight under Snape's hands. Back down his back, palms splayed flat over the satiny plains, pausing to rub his thumbs lightly over the small of Harry's back. He allowed his hands to travel down further, sliding over the tight curves of Harry's buttocks, massaging gently down to firm thighs. He worked the taut flesh under his hands, kneading it rapidly.
Leaning down, he allowed himself a bit of indulgence. //If you are going to do it, you *will* enjoy it. Forget that your lover is a sixteen year old boy. Forget the fact that he is the son of one of your worst enemies. Forget you can hardly stand him...he is a beautiful young man who is offering himself to you. You could do far worse than Harry Potter as a lover, especially after so many years of celibacy.// Snape pressed his lips to the back of Harry's neck, his hands going still on the boy’s thighs. He closed his eyes as Harry arched his neck into his lips, letting his tongue slide out to stroke the warm flesh he found there. It tasted of salt and sweat, and held a pleasing aroma. Lilac and grass and that scent that could only be Harry.
Snape trailed his lips down Harry's spine, tongue outlining each bump and curve and dip of the prominent bones. He savored the feel of them under his lips and teeth, sucking lightly on each ridge. How long had it been, since he was so intimate with another? Far too long. And when had it been like this? Hardly ever. Not with another man, not this soft languidness. He bit gently at the small of Harry's back, feeling him stretch and raise his back into the light caress of teeth and tongue.
Snape knew he should perhaps go slow, but he was finding it difficult. The taste of Harry's skin was driving him mad, going straight to his head like fine wine. He licked all over the boy's back, dragging his teeth over where his lips had been. He drew his tongue along the line of his shoulders, tracing those bones with lips and teeth. He felt Harry shudder and twitch beneath him, lips curving at every sigh and whimper. He allowed his hand to trail along the swell of Harry's hip, fingers sliding into the hollow there. He felt the young Gryffindor's hips buck at that contact, and he slid his hand down further, between his legs, hand wrapping firmly around Harry's prominent erection.
Standing, Snape shed his dressing gown. He wore nothing beneath it, and shivered slightly in the cool air of his rooms. He shook back his lank hair, raking his fingers through it. Harry was watching him, eyes heavy lidded, and little trace of his fear and defiance anywhere in them. He followed Harry's eyes up and down his own body, taking in the lean chest and waist and slender hips. The Potions Master had never been much to meet the eye, in his own opinion. Snape stretched himself out over Harry, simply resting his weight on the boy's back and hips.
//This is wrong, and you know it is. But it is necessary. There is pleasure in sin. Or perhaps it is that there is sin in pleasure. Regardless, you know you will feel guilty for this in the morning.// It didn't matter that the boy had asked for it. Practically begged, and then taunted. *He* should have more self control.
//This is not a matter of self control! You do not want this, but it must be done. It is simply another form of preparing him for what he may be put through. And be honest with yourself...if it delays placing the collar around his neck for one more night, you're happy to do it.//
Resting his head on Harry's shoulder blades, Snape closed his eyes, wishing this was all. But he felt stirring beneath him, the boy was urging him onwards. Taking a deep breath, the older man lifted himself up, bracing himself with his arms. Harry twisted his body, propping himself up and looking over his shoulder at Snape.
"No," Snape said softly, laying a hand on Harry's back and pressing him back down onto the bed. It couldn't be like that...but Harry didn't move. In a quick-if clumsy-movement, Harry sat up, his shoulder knocking into Snape's arm as he did so. The Potions Master had to catch himself hurriedly, lest he fall. And then Harry was kissing him, inexpertly and forcefully. It was a clumsy kiss, but Snape allowed it, sitting back and placing his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"Enough," Snape muttered, pulling away. "No wonder you're a virgin. Relax your lips boy, you can't even kiss correctly."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but saw that Snape's lips were quirked upwards in as close to a smile as the man ever gave. Upon seeing that, he relaxed again, and parted his lips slightly.
"Good. You are not attempting to devour your partner. Follow my lead." Snape brushed his lips against Harry's, a soft sliding of lips on lips, before capturing Harry's bottom lip and sucking gently. He forced himself to be tender, to be gentle. He ran his tongue lightly over the warm, parted lips, before sliding it between them. Harry's tongue met his own, battering against it hectically. Snape stroked his tongue along the boy's, mentally smiling as his inexperienced partner matched his rhythm. He deepened the kiss, allowing a small sigh of appreciation. It was polite to let your partner know when they had pleased you, and Harry had begun caressing his lips with his tongue, mimicking what Snape had first done to him.
"Very good," Snape said, moving his lips down to suck at the tender skin of Harry's neck and throat. He felt the boy shudder under his ministrations, and bit lightly at the warm hollow of his throat. His tongue snaked out to lathe the skin there, pressing to feel the flutter of a heartbeat. Suddenly, Snape tensed. One of Harry's hands was moving along his thigh, the other was resting on his chest. The boy had yet to take an active role in their coupling, and Snape decided to simply allow him to do what he would. He resumed his attention on Harry's neck, closing his eyes as he nuzzled and nipped.
Harry's hand wandered higher, cautiously and curiously. It burned across Snape's flesh, and he could see its path in his mind. Fingers stroking and petting awkwardly, reaching for his hip, then elsewhere....He gasped, body tensing as Harry touched him very hesitantly, a bare brushing of fingers over hot, tortured flesh. He stilled his lips and teeth, hands gripping Harry's shoulders as he fought back a groan.
"Is that...okay?" Harry asked, shivering.
"That is fine," Snape gasped out. The boy's innocence was truly refreshing. Harry's hand returned, lightly grasping Snape's hardness. He closed his eyes, not able to think of anything other then the timid touch that consumed his mind. It was different from anything else he had ever felt. He had never been with a virgin. In truth, he had had very few lovers other than Lucius. But now was not the time for those thoughts. Now there was only Harry's hand, stroking lightly. Snape buried his face in Harry's chest, gasping as the boy's fingers found a rather sensitive spot. Though he was rather rough and uncertain, Snape knew if Harry kept up this little session would be over before it had begun.
"That is...enough..." Snape grabbed Harry's wrist, to still his hand. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to slow and his blood to cool. He rubbed Harry's wrist lightly, pulling his hand up and away. He lifted his head, for the first time his eyes meeting full on those of his young partner. Harry's eyes were clouded with lust, but still slightly confused. Snape didn't blame him. How would he have reacted, at sixteen, being told he was most likely the only hope for millions of people, and there was a large chance he would be captured and tortured, and to prepare for that he would have to get used to being put through unimaginable pain by an ex-Death Eater who was known to hate him. He doubted he would have handled it very well.
"There now." Snape pressed his lips to Harry's palm, before kissing him softly on the lips. The moment of truth could only be put off for so long, and the physical mechanics of sex was something Snape had little interest in. But he took some pleasure out of it. The most pleasure he could take out of anything. He stroked his tongue along Harry's lips, feeling them tremble. "Lie back down, Harry, and remained relaxed."
Harry nodded, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. He was glistening now, his body bathed in a very fine sheen of sweat. He looked highly desirable, exposed and aroused. Snape licked his lips, more out of some odd form of nervousness then anything else. He was still regretting this, but pushed those thoughts aside. He focused on the sinuous line of Harry's back, the lithe curve of buttock and thigh. He ran his hand lightly along that line, fingers grazing the moist flesh. He rested his hand on the small of Harry's back, massaging gently.
Pursing his lips, Snape took up the vial of lotion once more, rubbing it into his hands. He straddled Harry's thighs, massaging his lower back and buttocks, kneading the taut flesh deftly. He could feel Harry tense beneath him, in an almost rhythmic manner. He supposed he ought to offer some reassurance, but he could not bring himself to. What could he tell him, other then the truth.
"Keep your muscles loose, or it will hurt more then it should," he said, thumbs sliding down to part the cleft of Harry's buttocks, stroking gently. He felt the boy quiver under his touch, and he could only assume it was from pleasure. His lips pressed into a thin line, Snape eased his index finger into him, feeling the muscles tensing around it as Harry let out a small grunt. "Relax!" he snapped, and was immediately aware of the exact opposite reaction.
"Harry, if you refuse to listen, it is your own fault." Snape continued the massage as he waited for the boy to relax somewhat. It took a while, but slowly the tension in his muscles drained, and Snape slid a second well lotioned finger inside. Harry tensed, but immediately relaxed with a small whimper.
//Dear God.//
Even now, with just his two fingers embedded in Harry's tight virginity, it was...amazing. He could feel the muscles tensing and flexing around his knuckles, and could only imagine what it would feel to have his entire length sheathed in that narrow canal. He bent his fingers, very slightly, and was rewarded with a sigh and a shudder. He brushed his knuckle deliberately against a sensitive spot, and a moan escaped Harry's lips.
"It *will* feel good," Snape assured him, withdrawing his fingers. He reapplied a good dollop of lotion to his hands, smoothing it onto his length. He rubbed a bit more onto Harry, using it liberally. He knew that at this point it was mainly a diversionary tactic. Rolling his shoulders to force the tension out of his own body, he stretched his legs out and braced his arms, holding himself above Harry. "It will hurt at first. This is why you must remain relaxed. I shall go slowly."
Harry just nodded, burying his head in his arms. Snape caressed himself, taking his length in hand to prepare for entry. He gritted his teeth, pressing resolvedly forwards. He felt Harry unconsciously straining away, and took his hip in hand, holding him firmly. He pushed forward, feeling himself begin to enter....
//My. Lord.//
He nearly forgot his resolve to go slowly. Tensing his muscles, he had to struggle not to thrust full force into Harry. Already he was tightening, the ring of muscles squeezing Snape forcefully. And the squirming wasn't helping any.
"Remain still," Snape hissed, grasping at the fur coverlet. Perhaps sex hadn't lost all meaning after all. Or perhaps he had simply been going about it the wrong way. Harry lay still, and Snape pushed in further, trying to block out the whimpering cry that met his penetration. He continued to grip Harry's hip, forcing him not to move. It was easier that way. Taking a deep breath, he slid himself deeper, sucking in a deep breath as he buried himself halfway into Harry's tight warmth. It wasn't what it could have been for another man, but it was good. Closing his eyes, Snape pushed himself in all the way, Harry crying out and bucking beneath him.
"It is done." Snape sighed, breathing hard. He took his hand from Harry's hip, placing it on his back. The boy was trembling,. From pain, most likely. Snape remembered what it had felt like to him. And Lucius Malfoy had thought of nothing but his own pleasure, ripping into young Snape with a savage force...
//Don't think of that. If you must occupy your mind, at least think of your lover. Hah. My lover....Harry Potter....irony? A twisted sort, I suppose. The world truly has gone to hell....//
Snape moved gently, rocking his hips slightly. It was pleasure as much as he had felt in years. But he knew it was fleeting and meaningless. Harry cried out at the movement, and Snape's eyes were drawn to his hands, clenching and grabbing at the covers and pillows. Biting his lower lip, he drew out, easing himself back with a slow precision. Again and again he drove himself into Harry, and eventually the moans of pain beneath him turned into something else. How odd, that pain could so easily turn to pleasure...
It didn't take much to send Snape over the edge. He increased his pace, his head thrown back. At some point, Harry began arching upwards, meeting his thrusts. It was sinful heat, and then bursting light, tingling blood, and the barest hint of sensations long lost exploding behind his eyes. Then it was over. Snape cried out, before collapsing in an exhausted heap on top of Harry.
It took him a few moments to regain his composure. He was well and truly spent, and he was finding it hard to breathe. Harry was still beneath him, not speaking or moving. He rested his head on the boy's back, inhaling deeply. He was not for after-coupling affection, and he certainly had no affection for Harry Potter. But he had just taken the boy's virginity, and perhaps in a rougher manner than he had intended. So he lay there, his breath returning to normal, attempting to enjoy the rare sensation of a willing body pressed against his. Eventually, Snape rolled off of the boy, standing and crossing the room to where a basin of water stood near the fire. He cleaned himself, ignoring the prone form lying on his bed.
//Have you any idea the repercussions of what you just did?// Snape closed his eyes, standing before the fire. He could feel the boy's eyes on him, but refused to turn around and meet them. He felt dirty, and cheap, and disgusted with himself.
//He asked for it. You did him a *favor*.// He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. He could still feel Harry wrapped around him, encasing him, squeezing him...
//You allow yourself a moment of weakness, and look what it turns into.// Snape frowned, pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottles on the mantle, still not looking at Harry. Hadn't the boy left yet? What in hell was he waiting for?
"This little session is over, Mr. Potter." Snape said, curtly. He took a long drink of the wine, feeling it travel down his throat. He heard movement behind him, and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"What about...?"
There was a note of pleading in his voice, and Snape bristled.
"Potter, I am still dealing with the effects of what I just did. There is a clean cloth on the bedside table. I suggest you clean yourself, get dressed and leave now. If you are *that* hard off, make a stop at the Prefects' bathroom."
"Yes....sir." The last word was said sharply, and Snape thought he detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Snape heard the soft sound of movement, rustling clothing, a small gasp from Harry. Ah yes. He would be in pain for a day or so, nothing too bad. Snape *could* have offered the boy something for it, but decided against it. Dull the pain and it would be forgotten, and Snape didn't want Harry to forget this. It wasn't something that should be forgotten, so soon afterwards.
//He will regret this. But in times like these, we have no choice but to do that which we will regret.// Snape sighed, bowing his head to stare into the flames. He heard the boy walking across the floor, slippered feet thudding dully on the stone floor. And then the soft touch of a hand on his back, before it was withdrawn and there was the sound of footsteps retreating to the door.
"Um...I'll be back tomorrow night.”
"Yes, Mr. Potter." Snape waved his hand dismissively. He wanted the boy gone. The creak of a door opening. He was nearly gone. Once he had left, Snape could do whatever he needed to deal with the events of the night. Whether it be drinking himself stupid or...Why hadn't the boy left yet? What in hell's name was he waiting for?
"Er...goodnight...." Ah. Goodbyes? Snape wanted to scoff, but made no noise. A moment more and Potter would be gone...
"...Severus."
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