Long Enough

It is already time for him to return. I have hardly been able to contain myself, but no one who observes me will ever realize it. He will though, of that I am sure. He always knows. It's like a game between us to see if I can fool him into thinking that this means nothing to me. That I don't care if he comes to my bed or not. Of course, we both care tremendously. I'm not sure if he cares quite the way that I do, but I am sure that he cares none the less.
A knock sounds at the door. I call out my same cold “Enter.” He does. His clothing is pressed perfectly, his hair is tamed and his bright eyes are no longer marred by those hideous glasses. His trousers fit him to perfection, his shirt a cotton blend that molds to his lithe muscular frame. His tan skin glows luminously and his white teeth shine in the dim light. He saunters in with Malfoy-like grace and shuts the door. Without even looking he puts up my wards, just as he had taken them down. Silently, wandlessly, and effortlessly. It maddens me for a moment but then his eyes lock with mine and whatever I was thinking vanishes. He strides to my desk, which I have not left yet, and smiles.
“Evening Sev.” His nickname for me that I hate. I look up at him in warning, he chuckles. “Now now, we're not going to fight are we? I thought we'd do something a little more...interesting.” He quirks an eyebrow at me and I sigh raggedly as I stand. I lead him through my classroom and back to a recessed corner of my personal lab, hitting the snake statue on the nose as I pass. A door swings inward from behind a tapestry. The only thing making it obvious is a slight flutter of the worn rug. My stony faced Potion's Master facade drops instantly as we enter my bedroom. It is, despite other's opinion of my attitude, relaxing and beautiful in soft, rich earth tones that enhance the look of the stone walls and bring out the dark wooden furniture.
He has always liked my room, he said so the first time I brought him into it, and has told me every time since. “I love your room, Sev, I always have.” There he goes. I don't bother to roll my eyes, we're past him thinking I disapprove or dislike his behavior. He now knows that I find him cute, a drunken mistake if I ever made one telling him that. In any case, here he is, delectable and in my bedroom. Well, what am I waiting for? I stride to him and pull him to my chest. He whimpers before my lips crash onto his. He has improved considerably in this act. Kissing is an art, I've discovered, and some partners are simply uninspiring. He however, is a master painter, stroking my mouth and tongue expertly, as though he were creating a masterpiece.
All the while, those nimble hands are working on the buttons of my robes. “So many buttons.” He always mutters that, and I always chuckle in response. “You always say that.” He glares up at me petulantly. “Yes, and you've never done a thing about it. You don't help me, and you don't buy less complicated robes either.” I nod. “You're right I don't. And do you know why?” He shakes his head and I lean in closer, lowering my tone. “It's half the fun to watch you struggle with it.” As I pull back I see his shocked face. He was, I suppose, expecting something different. “Besides, it's cute.” He breaks out of his stupor and sticks his tongue out at me, and so I attack it. After a few moments of sucking on it like a lolly, I let him go. He pulls back with a bemused expression on his elfin face.
“Wow, that was unexpected.” He pants at me and I simply nod. “Don't offer it if you aren't prepared for the consequences.” I shrug at him and he grins. “Oh but I am.” He sticks out his tongue again, but instead of playing along, I start to undress him. He pouts until I take off his shirt and start caressing his unbelievably smooth, hairless skin. He groans and arches into my touch. I start to push him back toward the bed, knowing that he'll want to lay down for most of this. I watch him fall casually onto the chocolate silk sheets. He moans at the silky feel of them and wiggles around a bit, sliding against the beautiful fabric as though he were a cat.
I continue my perusal of his chest with my mouth and tongue. He gasps and arches into me, his hands on my head, holding it gently to his body. I go farther down until I reach the waistband of his trousers. He whimpers as I pull back. “So impatient.” I scoff lightly. He grins back, unrepentant. His smile fades suddenly, however, as he brushes a strand of my hair back, his soft finger tips ghosting over my temple. “Always for you, only for you.” I, not quite knowing how to take such a declaration, move on as though I hadn't heard him. He continues to buck and writhe into my lips and fingers as they travel around the waistband of his trousers. “Sev...please...” He moans out as he presses his bulging erection into my chin. I push his hips down and start mouthing it through the fabric of his pants. “Oh Merlin, Yesssssssssssssss!” He hisses as I speed up my actions. As my mouth is occupied, I start to undo the buttons on his trousers. Before long I have his cock out and exposed, the precum dripping from the tip. I know he's been waiting all day for this. He has staved off his release just so that I can give it to him.
It happens everyday. He comes to my room after classes, sucks me off, and then waits until the dark of night to steal down here for relief. So now, when he's at his most desperate, for once I don't indulge him. I pull away and begin undressing myself. He sits up, confusion in his dark eyes. “Sev?” He asks me quietly. “You're seventeen.” Is my only response. His eyes dilate as he catches my implication. That is another area I have helped him improve in, critical thinking. “But...wait, Sev, I'm not sure that I'm...”
“You'll be fine, Harry, trust me.” I tell him as the last vestiges of my clothing are laid down. He examines my completely naked skin for the first time, his eyes caressing every inch as though his hands were following in their wake. And suddenly, they are. His soft fingers are trailing my taller frame, his silky skin brushing mine. His hand stops at my forearm where the Dark Mark used to be, fingering the slightly paler skin. “You set me free, Harry, I think I shall always love you for that.” I tell him solemnly. He looks up in shock at my words. “Love?” He asks. I almost back down, but I remind myself that I am not the one who should be concerned. After all, it is he who will suffer for this relationship the most. I can handle the backlash, having had to deal with similar problems all of my life. Harry however, his sensitive being would crumble, either at losing what we have, or being riddiculed for our unconventional relationship.
“You love me?” He asks again and I nod. “Completely.” He stares at me for a moment before his eyes well up with tears. I brush them aside as they start to fall, my heart clenched with equal parts fear and hope. “If those are for me, then cease. I can handle rejection, Harry.” I tell him sternly, trying to hide behind what is left of my mask. He shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips. “No, it's just that...” He looks up at me, his green eyes so vulnerable. “I've always wanted to be loved.” He breathes as he launches into my embrace, his head buried in my chest. I'm shocked, but decide that we can discuss that comment later. “Pet?” I kiss his neck as he continues to shudder in my embrace. He looks up with a sheepish look, his face tinged with pink. “Yeah?” I smile down at him. “Does this mean that you love me too, or are we going to have to work on that?” I ask gently, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. He looks up into my eyes and says the most wonderful thing I have ever heard. “I, Harry James Potter, love you, Severus Sententious Snape.” Then he pulls me down for another expert kiss and I lead him back to the bed.
We fall onto it together, him underneath me. We break apart for air, then swoop back in for more. He's ready now, I can tell. He just wanted to know that I would be here when he got up tomorrow. I will be, and every day after that as well. I pull him closer and he arches into my embrace. He parts his thighs so that I can lay between them as I grab the lubricant out of the bedside table's drawer. He looks up at me, his eyes clouded with worry. “Shh, not yet, you don't have to worry, pet.” He smiles at his new nickname and lays back with a content sigh. It turns into a mewl of delight as I spread the oil onto his skin. It heats up and tingles on contact, a potion of my own design just for this occasion. “I made this just for you, love, just for this.” Harry's response is to arch into me again, his body seeming to move of it's own accord.
I start to work the oil into his skin, savoring the way his muscles twitch and shake under my ministrations. From his neck and chest I move down to his navel, taking care to stop at every single muscle and show it proper attention. I can tell that he is going mad with tension, but I don't stop my lazy perusal. When I reach his groin, I go down to his ankles, deliberately ignoring his jutting cock.
From his ankles I make my way up his legs the way I had gone down his torso, tortuously slow. He whimpers and mewls and bucks as I keep going. I finally reach his thighs. He pushes them farther apart instantly, but I still ignore his cock and arse as I work on his balls. They are shaved and clean and I wonder if he hadn't started that a while ago. I push the thought aside for now as I slowly began to tease the area around his cock.
He is bigger than I remember, or perhaps he's just more aroused now. That could be it as we've never played like this before. Just a quick one off and we're done. Usually one of us leaves unsatisfied, or at least feeling like it was over too soon. But now, we have all the time in the world. Suddenly, I stop all movement and pull away from him. He opens his eyes, but I shake my head. “Eyes closed.” He dutifully lowers his lids and I swoop down onto his waiting cock.
He screams with pleasure and thrusts down my throat until I stop his hips from moving. “Dear God Sev, that was...Oh God!” He can't speak anymore as I suck hard on him, pulling the precum out of his cock before it can seep from the slit on it's own. His hands go to my head and he gently holds me there. I keep going, taking him higher and higher, his mewls and gasps music to my ears.
“Oh God Sev, I'm going to...Oh God!” Harry comes harder probably than he's ever come before down my throat and I suck it all out of him, licking it up when it dribbles down from my mouth. I sit up when he's clean and find him panting, his green eyes still clouded with the after shocks of his orgasm.
“That was the best fucking thing ever.” He pants and I grin down at him. “I'm glad you liked it, we'll have to do it again sometime.” He nods absently as he tries to catch his breath. “Now, let's try something a little more...interesting.” I use his words from earlier and instantly he's back with me, anticipation visibly running through him. “Okay.” I lean over his gorgeous body and start playing again. This time, his over sensitized skin is on fire in seconds, his cock hardening more slowly than before, but hardening none the less. I am done more quickly with the front this time and have him turn over.
I watch possessively as his beautiful backside is revealed. This is what I've waited three years for. I've wanted to see him, taste him, be inside him for three long years, and now, here is my chance. I waste no time in setting to work, my lazy pace gone as I am anxious to reach my prize. I still go down his back until I reach the rise of his perfect arse. Then I start down at his ankles and work back up. The backs of Harry's thighs are the most sensitive, I'll have to remember that. I make it back up to his bum and pull away to admire it for a moment. It's perfectly rounded, the cheeks coming together tightly to hide the treasure inside. I reach out carefully and with a barely-there touch, slide my fingers over the beautiful tanned flesh. He bucks up into my touch and pushes back. I almost groan aloud at the feeling that action will inspire when I'm seated to the hilt inside him. I push those thoughts to the back of my mind, after all, I shall experience it soon.
I pick up the lubricant and start to knead the sensitive skin, readying him for what is to come. He moans as I begin to work the tingling oil into his tender flesh. I start to move over his crack, taking care to go slowly so as not to startle or frighten him. I gently caress the area all the way down and back up before going any deeper. Once I go in a little, his breath hitches, but it's in obvious pleasure so I continue.
I find the small puckered entrance and start to twirl my finger around it. His mewls are growing louder and I can feel him pushing his renewed erection into the mattress. “Cease that pet, or I'll stop.” Harry dutifully stops his wriggling, but his cries and pants get louder. I move down closer to his arse and lick gently at his entrance. He yelps at the foreign feeling and tries to look over his shoulder to see what I'm doing. I stop and pull back and he lays down, getting the hint instantly.
I go back to what I was doing, holding his hips to keep him from squirming too much as my tongue starts to loosen him up. He begins to relax under the pleasure and soon he is ready for a finger. I lather it up with lubricant the best that I can while my tongue is still delving into his heat. I pull back a little and insert the finger. His gasp and muffled groan are all the permission I need to start working it in and out. He starts to try and move with me and I take this as a good sign. Another finger is soon inserted and then he moans at the third. I let him get used to it before adding the fourth. By then he's so frustrated he is getting harder to hold down. “Please Sev, just do it! I can't take any more! I need you inside me, please!” He screams as I thrust my fingers in again. He's on his knees thrusting back in time with my movements and I know that it's not enough for him. I grin wickedly and pull my fingers out with a pop.
Harry whimpers at the loss and hangs his head against the pillows he's facing. I lather up my cock, bringing it back to full arousal, and position myself at his entrance. “This will hurt a little pet, but you must allow yourself to stretch. I'm bigger than my fingers after all.” The smirk is evident in my voice, but he simply nods with a frustrated sigh. “I know, I've sucked it enough times, Sev. Just put it in already.” I gently kiss his neck as I position myself and grasp his hips. I slide in easily the first inch or so, but after that, his passage is still too constricted. I stay put, marveling at the tight heat already engulfing me. All I want to do is plow into him, virgin or not, and take what I've always wanted. But I wait, knowing that his trust in me must never be taken for granted. “God Sev, you weren't kidding.” He pants and I sigh audibly, trying to keep still as his muscles clench and give around me. “You should know by now that I don't kid.” Though I can't see it, as he's facing away from me, I feel him smile at me. He pushes back experimentally and we both gasp as I slide in another inch.
“Holy Fuck!” He pants and I start to pull out, worried that I've hurt him. “Don't move! Don't you dare take it out! I want this and by God, I'm going to get it.” Harry is nothing if not determined. So, I wait until he gets comfortable for another little push. It takes a while, but finally I'm completely in. I stay still, allowing him to adjust to me. “You're bigger than I thought.” He says quietly, his voice unsteady as he tries to sort out the numerous sensations raking his body. “I told you. While your mouth is fantastic, nothing gets me as big and hard as the thought of this,” I lower my voice to a purr and lean in closer to him. His body pulses around me as I continue. “Being inside you,” I lick the shell of his ear. “Fucking you into unconsciousness.”
I feel Harry shiver at my erotic words and his muscles twitch slightly around me again. “Can you really do that?” He asks in awe. I smile maliciously. “If I try hard enough.” He can hear the smirk in my voice and he trembles again. Slowly I start to pull out, making it last for as long as I can, carefully listening for any sounds of discomfort from my new lover. Harry simply gasps at the new sensations. I smile as I remember my first time in his position. It was fantastic. I only hope I will be the same for him.
I push back in, slower than ever as I wait for him to adjust to me. I slide in and out calmly, in no rush, though my blood is boiling and my cock is screaming for release. I let him get used to me and it takes less time than I thought it would. Soon he's pushing back against me, speeding up the pace a little as he's ready for it. I don't let him dictate, instead keeping the movements slow and languid. I know he's desperate for release, but he'll thank me in the morning.
“Sev...” He whines. “You'll be in more pain in the morning if I take you too quickly. Now stop trying to push me to go faster and just enjoy this, pet.” He nods and lets me lead again. I do speed up, in stages as I feel his muscles relaxing by degrees. On the next thrust, Harry cries out and slams his hips back into my legs. “Ah, I found it.” I say with a note of arrogance that I feel I've deserved.
“What was that? Do it again.” I chuckle as he struggles in my grasp to move against me. “That dear boy was your prostate and it's a center of pleasure for all men. Now, I will do it again, but only if you stop struggling. The tenser you are, the harder it will be to find again.” I realize that I've been scolding him and so I lower my voice a fraction before going on. “That's why we went so slowly, Harry love, so we could find it.” Harry nods “Thanks Sev, for thinking of that.” I chuckle again and kiss his neck.
“Now, let's see.” I push back in and he screams shrilly. “Ah, there it is.”
I set to work, thrusting as hard and fast as I can, while my hand reaches down and grabs the lubrication. I pour it onto my fingers and wrap them around his aching cock. He's slamming back into me with enough force to push me off the bed, but I have my own momentum to keep that from happening. I keep pushing into him while my hand continues to stroke him to completion.
“Oh God Sev, Yesssssss! Dear God, I'm going to...AHHHH!” Harry's howl was no doubt heard through the silencing charms placed around my private rooms. His muscles clench around me and I feel as though his body is milking the come from me as I spurt into him before I am ready, my body still rocking weakly as I spend in his body. He pushes back once more and my cock is hard again. I slam into him at such a pace that I think briefly that I might be bruising him. That thought flies out of my mind as I feel my orgasm upon me for the second time.
“Dear God, Harry!” I yell his name as my come coats his insides again. I collapse onto his back, panting for breath as my cock deflates inside him. I gingerly pull out, so as not to injure either of us. Harry groans as the heat and warmth starts leaking out of him, the stopper that had been keeping it there now gone. I roll over to lay beside him and he looks up at me. “Sev, I love you.” He says softly, his green eyes glowing with raw emotion I haven't seen since his first year at Hogwarts.
“I love you too.” I reply as I pull his body close to snuggle with me. “Shouldn't I get back to my rooms?” He asks rather resignedly. I look down at him for a moment before speaking. “Not unless you want to. You're seventeen and therefore able to choose your own bed mates.” He nods but then looks at me as though he were going to ask a question. I think I know what it is about, so I answer it for him. “There are no rules against student-teacher relations above that the student be of age. So, unless you want this kept a secret, then no, you don't have to leave.” Harry looks at me like Christmas has come early. “I can stay? And not worry about what everyone else will think?” I nod. Harry smiles and snuggles farther into my embrace. “Good.” I smile against his shoulder as I too fall into slumber