Where Others Fear to Tread

Chapter 14

Checking his appearance in the mirror a final time Harry steeled himself and gingerly opened the bathroom door. Harry was surprised to see Snape sitting up in bed, a book propped open in his lap. Like Harry the man was dressed in a blue night shirt, and Harry was rather pleased Snape was under the covers, having just realized he’d never seen the man’s bare legs. The bedroom was bathed in minimal light a single candle sitting on the bedside table, aiding Snape in reading. Snape had also untied his hair the black locks now back to resting on the man’s shoulders and about his face. Harry decided instantly he liked the man better with his hair tied back.

“I was beginning to wonder Potter, if the bath full of water was not too much temptation?” Harry jumped a little at Snape’s calm voice the man not even looking up from his book.

“It crossed my mind.” Harry whispered as he stepped gingerly into the bedroom carefully closing the bathroom door behind him. Yes Harry had thought of all the gruesome deaths he could think of in the bathroom as a way out of this, but in the end reason had won out.

“Get in.” Harry watched as Snape flipped down the edge of the sheets still not looking up from his book. Wrapping his arms nervously about his body Harry scampered across the cold slate floor and launched himself into the bed. The bed groaned and rocked at the boy’s entrance and Snape looked up from his book as the bed shook violently. “I am somewhat glad these chambers are built on solid bedrock or I’m sure we would just have plummeted through several floors. Must you jump into bed?” Snape stared blankly at Harry who blushed and settled on the very far side of the bed away from Snape.

“Sorry the floor is cold.” Harry whispered as he pulled the blanket up to his chin feeling terribly uncomfortable wearing a nightshirt to bed. Harry had thought about putting underwear on underneath it but had thought again when he remembered what exactly they were going to be doing.

“Then it would serve you well to remember to bring slippers or perhaps some socks with you next time you spend the night here.” Snape stated quietly as he returned to his book completely ignoring Harry who lay huddled up in the blanket by his side. For a long while there was silence, Harry staring up into the cream canopy above him while he listened to Snape turning the pages of his book occasionally. When the silence wore on Harry began to feel even more nervous and awkward. He had at least expected Snape to get on with it, but the man seemed to be in no rush. Turning over onto his side Harry stared blankly out at the set of draws beside him, waiting and listening for the moment Snape chose to do something.

Eventually Harry felt the bed shift slightly and heard Snape close and put away his book. With his body stiffening in fear Harry heard Snape mutter ‘nox’ right before the candle was snuffed out leaving only the darkened room. Harry knew what was coming and the boy closed his eyes and swallowed fearfully. A warm hand came to rest on his waist pulling him back towards the middle of the bed, until Harry felt a warm body pressed up against the length of his own. Harry was as rigid as a board as the hand that had rested on his waist dropped down to his thigh easily pushing up the thin material of the nightshirt until it sat on his waist exposing his lower half. In a way Harry was glad it was dark, because Snape wouldn’t see how embarrassed Harry was. The hand that had moved the nightshirt now rested gently on his hipbone precariously close to Harry’s limp cock and the soft nest of curls it lay in. Harry shuddered involuntarily as he felt Snape’s soft breath ghost across his neck where the man was far too close for comfort in Harry’s opinion. Harry felt the bed shift slightly and the chink of a bottle being removed from a draw. Harry listened, as the bottle was uncorked before a strange aroma of lavender and sage assaulted his senses. Thank-fully Harry felt the hand on his hip removed but the happiness was short lived when the hand returned to a far more private place. Harry practically tried to scoot off the bed when a wet finger delved easily between his arse cheeks. The boy didn’t make it very far though when a strong hand came up again to rest on his hip, holding him in place.

The digit was persistent and circled Harry’s tightly clenched pucker rubbing its cool liquid coating into Harry’s skin. When it was clear the digit wasn’t being intrusive Harry began to relax almost enjoying the intimate massage. It was when he relaxed though that the digit became more insistent and Harry squeaked out loud, his body tensing as the digit pushed its way easily into Harry’s entrance. Again Harry tried to pull away but the hand on his waist kept him where he was. The feeling of something inside him like that was strange, and while it was uncomfortable it didn’t hurt as such. Harry wondered if that was it, but then the finger began to move gently sliding in and out of Harry’s body. Harry found it far easier to relax into the sensation when he didn’t think about whom the finger belonged too, although the gentle breath against his neck was pretty had not to ignore.

Eventually the first finger was joined by another and while this was a stretch it wasn’t painful. By the time a third finger joined its brothers inside of Harry the boy hardly noticed the intrusion or the gentle in out motion of the fingers. If he screwed his eyes up Harry could almost enjoy the feeling and his own cock had taken an interest in proceedings as well. However his relaxed attitude soon died as the three fingers were removed completely from his body. Harry heard the rustling of material behind him shortly before something far thicker than three fingers was nudging against his backside.

Harry stiffened immediately, his back going rigid and his breath catching in his throat as Snape pushed the head of his cock just past Harry’s tight ring of muscles. Where there had been no pain before, there was pain now and Harry cried out in anguish, tears springing to his eyes at the burn. The strong arm around his waist however still prevented him from moving away though and so Harry was helpless as the thick cock was pushed steadily deeper until Harry could feel the man’s wiry pubic hair brushing against his backside. The pain was unbelievable and Harry couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks his breathing erratic. When he was buried to the hilt inside, Harry felt Snape’s hand come up from his waist to his cheek, the man gently brushing away the tears before Harry felt a soft almost apologetic kiss being placed on his shoulder blade. Harry breathed out raggedly unbelieving that the thing inside of him belonged to Snape.

For a long time they remained still Snape’s hard cock buried inside Harry and the boy’s pained breathing echoing in the silence of the bedroom. As Harry relaxed again the pain began to subside so only the strange feeling of being filled was left behind. Experimentally Harry shifted and almost immediately he heard Snape’s badly muffled gasp behind him. At least one of them seemed to be getting something out of their coupling because Harry wasn’t even turned on, let alone hard? After a few more moments Harry felt Snape shift behind him the man drawing back a little before thrusting his cock slowly back inside Harry, just as he’d done with his fingers. Harry just lay there allowing the man to thrust back and forth into his body, the thrusts growing with intensity but never doing much more for Harry than peeking his interest. As Snape took his fill of Harry’s body, Harry remembered the picture he’d seen in the restricted book. Both men in that picture seemed to be in ecstasy but Harry couldn’t see that was possible. Harry felt nothing remotely like he’d expect to cause a feeling of ecstasy; perhaps it was because Harry wasn’t gay that he wasn’t getting any response from this. Snape seemed to be certainly enjoying himself judging from the grunts and enthusiastic thrusts coming from behind him.

A moment later Harry felt Snape’s fingers tighten around his waist before a strange warm wet wave washed over Harry, its ripple effects making Harry shiver from head to toe. The wave happened again before Snape breathed out heavily against Harry’s neck, some semblance of a word whispered quietly into his neck, too quiet for Harry to hear but the only word the man had uttered since they’d started. The man’s fingers loosening on Harry’s waist, the boy sure there would be marks left behind. Harry wondered what had happened and if it was over but Snape made no move to pull out. Instead the hand that had rested on Harry’s waist now moved around to Harry’s front the callused fingers searching out Harry’s cock. Harry held his breath as he felt Snape’s hand slide down the length of his flaccid member. When it was clear Harry was neither excited or had come from the experience Snape’s hand disappeared shortly before the man pulled out quickly from Harry’s body. The pain was almost instant and Harry curled up on his side, his knees coming up to his chest as the burning sensation returned. The bed dipped and Harry heard Snape get out of bed, the man pulling on what Harry assumed was a dressing gown. Harry listened as the door to the bedroom was opened and closed Snape gone. Harry had half expected the man to return but he didn’t and eventually in the darkness Harry fell to sleep curled up and in pain, tears dripping from his cheeks onto the pillow below.

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