Lentesco

And another update! Some Snarry goodness in this one! SP



Lentesco – Chapter Eleven



Severus sat alone in his chambers. Harry was expected later that evening, and he had tidied up a little, just for something to do to pass the time. He had to admit that Potter was proving more than adequate at his task. He seemed positively to enjoy bringing Severus off, and had seemed perfectly willing when Snape had hinted that an increase in the number of hand jobs attempted in a week might be a pleasant thing.



Snape didn’t want to miss this opportunity. He had grasped his chance with the American boy all those years ago, and still it had slipped away. Or, rather, Aidan had died. He had learnt, therefore, that chances had to be taken, which was why he had suggested to Potter more evenings spent in one another’s company.



He had, somehow, explained to Poppy that he was receiving relief from elsewhere, but had thanked her warmly for all that she had done for him over the many years he had been at Hogwarts. She had looked mildly relieved herself to learn she was no longer expected to perform that duty.



He rubbed idly at his erection. He admitted to himself that this curse was rather pleasant, now that he knew Potter would happily relieve him when necessary. He smiled to himself. What a shame Lucius couldn’t see him now, see how happy he was with this situation.



A knock at the door.



“It is open,” he stated, as he always did.



Harry entered, a flush and a smile on his face. He carefully closed and warded the door before approaching Severus. “Am I late?” he asked, “I was dealing with some stupid Hufflepuffs who didn’t understand how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a normal wolf!”



“Let them stay ignorant,” Severus said coldly, but his mouth was twitching with a suppressed smile, “they’ll soon learn if one attacks them!”



Harry grinned back. “Erm, Severus, that’s kinda what my job is all about preventing!”



Snape’s lips twitched, and he shifted a little on the chaise lounge to make room for the younger man.



Harry raised an eyebrow at the movement but willingly approached, and settled beside the Potions Professor. He reached a hand out and stroked the robe covering the hard bulge. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on the man who was already shifting a little under his touch.



With careful precision – oh, how Harry enjoyed releasing the cock! – he peeled apart the layers and saw the thick shaft spring up. He stifled a moan of longing, and licked his lips again, eyes glittering with want.



“Can I?” he asked, mouth dry, green eyes blazing into the black ones.



Severus thought he knew what Harry was asking permission for, and he nodded, incredibly willing to grant that permission.



Harry moved, bent his head and lapped at the thick tip.



Snape shrieked and his hips lurched off the bed. “Mer-MerLIN!” He yelled, hands clenched in the fabric of the chair.



Harry smiled and rolled his tongue, digging the wet tip into Severus’ slit.



“Po-Potter!” The Potions Master cried, fingers white where they clutched the furniture.



Harry pulled his mouth off. “I’ve got your dick in my gob,” he said, reasonably, “don’t you think Harry would be more appropriate?”



He waited for the other’s nod and then bent his attention to sucking Snape’s brains out through his prick. His tongue lashed the tip, sliding over the slit, rolling over the bulbous head, and licking at the sensitive under edge of the head.



He knew he was succeeding when he heard Severus’ breathy voice gasping his first name. He wrapped a hand about the hardness and pumped experimentally, mouth sucking tightly at the end.



“Fu-fuck!” Snape ground out.



Harry cupped the balls, one thumb rubbing over the wrinkled sacs, feeling the sensitive balls shifting inside the heated area. He lightly scratched the root of the dick, perfectly hitting the throbbing vein with each pass of his nails.



Severus’ arms were shaking with tension as his hands couldn’t tighten any more. This was better than anything he had ever experienced before. The boy – no, the man – who worked him did so with an exquisite mouth and an incredible talent.



He looked down and saw Harry bobbing up and down on the shaft. That finished Severus.



He howled and shot his load into Harry’s mouth.



Surprised, Harry pulled back, but succeeded in merely covering his face with the other’s seed instead. He coughed, tasting the white fluid. He considered. It actually wasn’t too bad. He ran a finger along his cheek, and licked it clean.



Severus groaned as he watched the younger teacher. “Are you trying to kill me?” he panted as his dick somehow twitched at the sight. He moaned in pain as his over stimulated length spasmed. “No more!” he groaned. Then amended, “Not until I get my breath back anyway.”



The smile Harry gave him dazzled.