Extreme Seduction

Chapter 12 : In your arms






Chapter 12 : In your arms

 

 

The door of Snape’s bedroom
slammed shut and locked behind them.

 

The professor let his
precious burden slide down and stand up on his own feet.

 

Before Harry could say a
thing, Severus had already caught his mouth and was stroking the young man’s
back.

 

The older wizard broke the
kiss and murmured near his love’s lips, “I desire you Harry. I want you so
badly. Let me make love to you. Let me show you how wonderful it can be.”

 

“I am not a virgin,
Professor, I know...”

 

“WHAT??? My Harry is not a
virgin!” roared the black-haired man. “And who was the first? Who dared to
touch you? Who decided he could have this special honor? Who has stolen from me
this precious present? Answer me Harry!”

 

The Gryffindor realized it
was wiser to tell his teacher the truth, even if it was not his business.

 

“It was Roger Davies...” he
whispered slowly.

 

“Davies?” Snape cut in.
“But... But... he’s not gay. I’ve seen him drooling over that Fregirlgirl from
Beauxbâtons, Fleur Delacour.”

 

“He’s bi in actuality.”

 

“And when did this event
happen? It wasn’t at Hogwarts, for he’s not been a student for several years.
When Harry? When?”

 

“Last year.”

 

“Last year! Last year! And
where?”

 

“In Hogsmead. I met up with
them there.”

 

“Them? THEM? What do you
mean by ‘them’?

 

Harry blushed and called
himself all kinds of a fool for having let escape that additional bit of
information.

 

“Roger was not the only one
who participated for my first time.”

 

Snape’s jaw dropped, face
flushed and eyes bright with jealousy and possessiveness.

 

“Who else?”

 

“There was also... umm...
Oliver Wood.”

 

“It was a damn Quidditch
match! Go team! It was a game of who would manage to catch the golden snitch or
rather the Golden Boy,” Snape screamed in anger at the irony. He paced his room,
trying to calm himself down, murmuring some words.

 

Harry managed to understand
some of them like ‘Innocent my ass’, ‘who would have guessed’, ‘a
Gryffindor’, ‘pure’, ‘still mine’.

 

Snape stopped suddenly.
“And afterwards?” he growled, teeth clenched.

 

“Nobody.”

 

This answer seemed to
satisfy him more than the previous. He added, “So, since then, nobody?”
Snape smiled. “Just... your hand?”

 

Harry blushed furiously.
Snape laughed.

 

“I am not a virgin myself
so I can forgive you, but know that from now on it won’t be your hand anymore,
but mine... and only mine.”

 

Harry swallowed as he saw,
mesmerized, his teacher slowly approach, like a predator towards his prey.

 

Severus whispered, “A
Gryffindor! In all his bravery! So I have to act in accordance.” Then he took
out his wand. Harry stepped back, amazed and slightly worried.

 

“Be confident, Harry,” he
said as he transfigured a feather to a thin sword like a katana. Harry
swallowed again, but had confidence in his teacher. So he waited.

 

Snape murmured a spell and
found himself naked in front of his student. Gasping, Harry licked his lips in
anticipation and desire. The body he was devouring with his eyes was beautiful
and sexy as hell. He felt his blood running down to the lower half of his body
as Severus walked closer to him, the sword in his right hand.

 

The man lifted the weapon
and pointed the sharp tip at the young man’s chest. He held Severus’ gaze and
his own breath when he felt the tip of cold metal being lowered, opening his
robes in a clean cut without biting into his skin. The raven-haired boy longed
for the man standing in front of him – who appeared as hard as the other. Harry
exhaled in relief and admired his professor. Though he had trembled with
desire, the older man had not hurt him with the dangerous blade that was held
in those pale hands.

 

Snape did some additional
fluid movements and Harry felt the soft material that still hid him from sight,
falling down to the floor. He was standing there now, in all of his naked
glory.

 

Severus lowered the sword
and let himself visibly shake slightly. Harry was so gorgeous. He transfigured
the weapon back to a feather and tossed it onto his bedside table, like he had
with his wand previously, both joined a vial of lubricant.

 

Then he looked at Harry and
stood still. Harry pounced on him and kissed the man desperately. They were
kissing again when, slowly, Severus led his lover to the huge four-poster bed.
They fell onto it still devouring each other. Harry rolled himself onto the
man, breaking their kiss.

 

“So, you want to play?” he
said smiling, his eyes sparkling in joy and lust. “So, we’ll play.”

 

Harry took out his wand and
whispered some words Severus didn’t hear. An immense bouquet of red roses
appeared in the young man’s hand. Harry murmured another spell and the
beautiful flowers divested themselves of their thorns, which flew into the air
and fell gracefully onto the bed, all around Severus’ body.

 

The raven-haired boy smiled
as he removed the petals from two of the roses and let them drop onto his
lover’s head, neck and chest. Holding the gaze of the man, Harry blew on the
scarlet petals and Severus shivered deliciously at this slight, soft caress
from the petals as they moved, mixed with his love’s warm breath.

 

Harry kissed every part of
the pale skin the petals had touched and let his lips wander farther. Then he
took a single rose and let the tips of the petals glide along Severus’
forehead, his nose, and his thin mouth -- which couldn’t stop moaning in
delight.

 

“Do you love this,
Severus?” whispered the boy teasingly, before kissing him deeply.

 

“You know that I do,” he
gasped, very aroused.

 

“Yes, I know,” smiled
Harry, his eyes shining with intense desire. “Do you want to feel the innocent
rose caress lightly over your entire body, Severus?”

 

“Yeeeesssssss.”

 

So Harry, with the rose he
still had in his hand, drew the soft petals sensually over the chin and neck.
Then the petals were caressing the smooth skin on both muscular shoulders.

 

‘He possesses such a
beautiful body,’ thought Harry, happily amazed. ‘It’s a crime to hide it under
those robes. But at the same time, only I get to see it.’ Harry grinned,
hungrily.

 

After arms and hands, the
silky flower’s path returned to the shoulders, then towards the chest and
finally over the hardening nipples. Following each stroke of the rose, Harry
replaced it with his tongue. Severus knew that Harry was going to lick his
sensitive nipples and he groaned more loudly. The man’s breath stopped when he
saw the boy tilt his head down, the flower temporarily abandoned.

 

Severus couldn’t prevent himself from
screaming at the hot touch of Harry’s lips and tongue on his nipple, one
followed by the other. It was so good. It was driving him completely crazy. He
had waited so long for this. He was panting with desire.

 

Harry straightened up and
his clouded green eyes looked deeply into the bright eyes of his lover. He
smiled again seductively. Severus smiled back and whispered, “It’s your turn to
be the professor so teacher me all you know. I’ll be a very studious pupil who
needs a lot of practice.”

 

Harry laughed and answered
very slowly, “Alright. But remember, you’ll have to repeat your lessons several
times before the final exam and that you could end up having some detentions
Mister Sexy Snape.”

 

“I’ll try to learn to your
satisfaction, Professor Sex God Potter.”

 

“Oh, but I should hope so,”
replied Harry before licking Severus’ lips, begging to enter. They kissed
passionately, lovingly; their breathing loud and heavy. They were devouring
each other’s mouths violently, yet tenderly at the same time.

 

Harry broke the kiss and
nibbled his lover’s neck then the earlobe. He whispered, “The rose is becoming
jealous. It has not yet touched every part of your voluptuous body, your belly
or navel for example.”

 

“Mmmm, I prefer it when
it’s your tongue Harry.”

 

“No, no, Sexy Sev, you
wanted this, therefore you’ll have it. I am the Professor, just as a reminder,”
said Harry falsely disapproving. He added grinning, “And a detention for your
insolence.”

 

Severus laughed and slapped
the boy’s bum gently.

 

“And another one for not
respecting your teacher. Do I have to remind you again that my position,
here, in Hogwart’s is more on top than yours.”

 

Severus laughed again, but his laugher
choked when he felt the red crimson petals slowly sliding down then on his
buttocks. He whimpered and he heard his companion murmur, “Like this... oh,
studious boy.”

 

The rose wandered all along
the length of the older man’s erection and teased the leaking tip.

 

“Harry,” called Severus in
a whisper. His fists were clenched on the blue dark sheets and his hips were
lifting in a sensually slow rhythm, which increased when his mind told him that
soon, it would not be a flower, but a mouth. Harry’s lips, Harry’s tongue,
Harry’s warmth surrounding his hard member. Little choked screams were escaping
from the professor’s throat and he looked at his lover as the messy, raven hair
came closer towards his lower belly.

 

Harry let his tongue run
over every millimeter of the hot, swollen flesh. The tip was already wet with
desire, he kissed it away and placed his lips around it for sucking and licking
slowly.

 

Severus was on the verge of
tears, the pleasure was so intense. He watched as his aching member was
swallowed very slowly by his love and the sight mixed with his overwhelming
feelings was terribly arousing.

 

“Harry, Harry please, want
to take you... now... Can’t wait any longer... Can’t.”

 

The younger man released
the cock and climbed on top of him. He didn’t stay on top for long as Severus
rolled him over, took the bottle of oil and greased his eager fingers.

 

“I am the teacher now,”
smiled Severus evilly.

 

“You still can’t forget the
two detentions, Mister Sexy Snape,” teased a smiling Harry.

 

“I won’t forget and you’ll
have one too if you continue speaking as I stroke you with my fingers.”

 

“But you haven’t yet...
oooooohhhh....mmmmmm.”

 

Severus teased the boy’s
entrance slowly before sliding one deliciously hot finger inside him, relaxing
Harry’s muscle. He added another daring one and went in and out cleverly,
scissoring them. Harry was so eager and responded so passionately that Severus
soon added a third.

 

Moaning loudly, the young
man begged for more, “Please Sev, want you, want you now. Take me, my love, I’m
yours.”

 

Swimming in happiness, Severus removed
his fingers and placed his leaking cock at the boy’s eager entrance. He pushed
his hot member slowly inside Harry and stopped when he was fully buried inside
the young, writhing man. They both were panting heavily and Harry’s eyes were
begging for Severus to move. So he did. His first movements were soft, tender
and they were both whimpering in pleasure.

 

“I love you, Harry,”
murmured the man.

 

“I love you too, Sev... My
Severus...” gasped the Gryffindor, licking his dry lips. He moved more rapidly
to increase the rhythm and the need. Severus followed, clenching his hands on
his lover’s hips.

 

They were looking at each
other, seeing their desire, their love and happiness; seeing reflections of
pleasure in the others eyes. It was beautiful.

 

Harry had never felt these
feelings and emotions before, neither had Severus and they both knew that they
were now a part of each other. It had always been so and it will now forever
be.

 

“Faster, Sev, harder....
mmmmm.”

 

Severus thrust harder and
harder, bending the young body that was writhing under his.

 

“Oh yes... yes... love,
harder. Please, harder!”

 

The rhythm increased again
and they were both screaming as their passion burned brighter yet. Thrust.
Thrust. Thrust.

 

“Don’t stop Sev, don’t
stop... Ever.”

 

The man had no intention of
stopping, on the contrary he was moving faster. He reached a point where he
couldn’t thrust any harder and Harry’s body was jumping violently off the silk
sheets.

 

“Oh yes... Yes!” Harry
yelled as he felt a hand taking and stroking his throbbing erection.

 

Harry could not hold out
much longer as the wave of pure heat and desire overwhelmed him as he came,
devastating his senses.

 

Severus felt his lover
tense up and watched the beautiful sight of Harry’s bright jade eyes in
ecstasy. He smiled. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He tensed up in return
and climaxed, his mind reaching up to heaven as his body was falling down to
the mattress.

 

Panting, they grinned at
each other and kissed quickly.

 

“You’re mine, Harry”

 

“And you’re mine, Sevy.”

 

Still smiling, they held
one another tightly within a circle of arms and fell into Morpheus’ own.