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Adult ++
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The Brat And The Git
-- Hi guys! Still enjoying your suggestions for Draco's secret!
--Oddly, I wrote chapter 21 yesterday as I was inspired, but didn't write this chapter (20) til today! Now, I *may* update chapter 21 tomorrow morning if I feel happy. Y'all know what to do to make me happy! SP
*Awoot! Awoot!* Lemon Alert
Chapter Twenty
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.” Billy Crystal.
***
“Git,” Harry repeated, leaning in for a kiss.
“Impudent brat,” Snape responded before almost hurtfully grabbing Harry’s hair and tugging him closer.
They kissed. Long and slow and deep and lazy and passionate and madly and lovingly.
“Wow.” Harry breathed when they at last parted for air. He was painfully hard, so slid a hand down and tugged himself free before reaching over and releasing Severus from his trousers for the second time that night.
He wrapped his fingers around the other and slid his hand slowly down, then up; squeezing and twisting as he reached the wet tip.
“br – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.” Snape groaned.
Harry positioned himself and swallowed the prick, his digits moved and fondled the hot heavy sacs dangling beneath the throbbing length.
“Harry,” the teacher panted, “I need to be inside you.” He took a desperate breath, shuddering. “NOW!”
The boy popped off the dick and wriggled free of his clothes, making sure he rubbed up against his lover as often as he could. At last he was naked and flipped quickly onto his back, idly stroking his erection.
“Mine.” Severus said, slapping Harry’s arm away, and moving in so that his palm was curled around the lad’s prick.
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeev!” he moaned, writhing on the sheets.
Snape quickly shifted and snatched at a vial. He hastily tugged himself free of his apparel – Harry assisted enthusiastically – before lying down, nestling between the spread thighs.
“Please!” Harry begged as the other rocked against his sensitive cock.
Snape unstoppered the bottle and let some drip onto his fingers. He eased one long digit inside the youth, enjoying the feel of the channel opening for him, the muscles clenching and releasing, as if welcoming him back in. A second finger was soon parked up Harry’s ass.
The slick, smooth slide of them in his body made Harry ache and struggle to control his climax. He was so close to coming, but wanted to feel the older man within him. He fought his body.
A third finger pressed in.
“Just fuck me already!” Harry snarled, hips thrusting back and forth.
Snape pulled free, spread the lubricant over his dick and pressed his tip against the pulsing pucker.
He waited.
“Bastard,” Harry ground out, teeth clenched.
Smiling to himself, Severus pressed into the passage, gasping a little. No matter how often he did this to the other, it never failed to make his heart pound that bit faster, and his breath to rush out of his lungs.
“Moooooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Harry whined, fingers clenched against Severus’ arms. His legs were spread wide, and his heels knocked against the potion master’s back.
“Demanding brat, aren’t you?” He said, trying for snarky, but only managing breathy.
He didn’t wait for an answer and instead began to rock his hips slowly, circling them to ensure he had fully sampled the tightness of the boy’s passage.
“Merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-lin!” Harry breathed out, a catch in his voice.
Severus pulled back, then rocked back in.
The fingers clutched tightly at Snape’s body.
Snape began steadily moving, hips rocking slowly, persistently, relentlessly forwards and back, driving his thick length deeper and deeper into Harry.
“Sev- Sev-Sev-Sev,” Harry chanted as he was claimed by the other.
Unable to take anymore, Harry arched his back and sent his come flying across his stomach and onto his chest. Inside him Severus had groaned and thumped frantically for a few moments before he too had come, shooting his seed far into the tired youngster.
Snape sagged down, unable to do anything but listen to his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.
Harry’s fingers were still tight about his arms. The nails were digging in and would leave crescent marks. Severus didn’t mind, he had marked the boy thoroughly as his, a little counter claim didn’t worry him.
He eased out of the channel, shuddering a little he was so sensitive.
Harry yawned and shifted.
Before he fell asleep, Severus moved the boy so that he lying in the bed properly, and he lay beside him.
Harry snuggled down, Severus spooned around him. “Night Sev,” he managed sleepily, “git…” he whispered as he drifted off.
Severus smiled softly. “Goodnight, Harry, my own special brat.”
---Awwwww! How sweet! SP
--Oddly, I wrote chapter 21 yesterday as I was inspired, but didn't write this chapter (20) til today! Now, I *may* update chapter 21 tomorrow morning if I feel happy. Y'all know what to do to make me happy! SP
*Awoot! Awoot!* Lemon Alert
Chapter Twenty
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.” Billy Crystal.
***
“Git,” Harry repeated, leaning in for a kiss.
“Impudent brat,” Snape responded before almost hurtfully grabbing Harry’s hair and tugging him closer.
They kissed. Long and slow and deep and lazy and passionate and madly and lovingly.
“Wow.” Harry breathed when they at last parted for air. He was painfully hard, so slid a hand down and tugged himself free before reaching over and releasing Severus from his trousers for the second time that night.
He wrapped his fingers around the other and slid his hand slowly down, then up; squeezing and twisting as he reached the wet tip.
“br – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.” Snape groaned.
Harry positioned himself and swallowed the prick, his digits moved and fondled the hot heavy sacs dangling beneath the throbbing length.
“Harry,” the teacher panted, “I need to be inside you.” He took a desperate breath, shuddering. “NOW!”
The boy popped off the dick and wriggled free of his clothes, making sure he rubbed up against his lover as often as he could. At last he was naked and flipped quickly onto his back, idly stroking his erection.
“Mine.” Severus said, slapping Harry’s arm away, and moving in so that his palm was curled around the lad’s prick.
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeev!” he moaned, writhing on the sheets.
Snape quickly shifted and snatched at a vial. He hastily tugged himself free of his apparel – Harry assisted enthusiastically – before lying down, nestling between the spread thighs.
“Please!” Harry begged as the other rocked against his sensitive cock.
Snape unstoppered the bottle and let some drip onto his fingers. He eased one long digit inside the youth, enjoying the feel of the channel opening for him, the muscles clenching and releasing, as if welcoming him back in. A second finger was soon parked up Harry’s ass.
The slick, smooth slide of them in his body made Harry ache and struggle to control his climax. He was so close to coming, but wanted to feel the older man within him. He fought his body.
A third finger pressed in.
“Just fuck me already!” Harry snarled, hips thrusting back and forth.
Snape pulled free, spread the lubricant over his dick and pressed his tip against the pulsing pucker.
He waited.
“Bastard,” Harry ground out, teeth clenched.
Smiling to himself, Severus pressed into the passage, gasping a little. No matter how often he did this to the other, it never failed to make his heart pound that bit faster, and his breath to rush out of his lungs.
“Moooooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Harry whined, fingers clenched against Severus’ arms. His legs were spread wide, and his heels knocked against the potion master’s back.
“Demanding brat, aren’t you?” He said, trying for snarky, but only managing breathy.
He didn’t wait for an answer and instead began to rock his hips slowly, circling them to ensure he had fully sampled the tightness of the boy’s passage.
“Merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-lin!” Harry breathed out, a catch in his voice.
Severus pulled back, then rocked back in.
The fingers clutched tightly at Snape’s body.
Snape began steadily moving, hips rocking slowly, persistently, relentlessly forwards and back, driving his thick length deeper and deeper into Harry.
“Sev- Sev-Sev-Sev,” Harry chanted as he was claimed by the other.
Unable to take anymore, Harry arched his back and sent his come flying across his stomach and onto his chest. Inside him Severus had groaned and thumped frantically for a few moments before he too had come, shooting his seed far into the tired youngster.
Snape sagged down, unable to do anything but listen to his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.
Harry’s fingers were still tight about his arms. The nails were digging in and would leave crescent marks. Severus didn’t mind, he had marked the boy thoroughly as his, a little counter claim didn’t worry him.
He eased out of the channel, shuddering a little he was so sensitive.
Harry yawned and shifted.
Before he fell asleep, Severus moved the boy so that he lying in the bed properly, and he lay beside him.
Harry snuggled down, Severus spooned around him. “Night Sev,” he managed sleepily, “git…” he whispered as he drifted off.
Severus smiled softly. “Goodnight, Harry, my own special brat.”
---Awwwww! How sweet! SP