The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 26

Harry emerged from the bathroom five minutes later to find Snape still not returned. Having discarded his underpants in the bathroom Harry was now naked and in the chilling air of the dungeons and the slight breeze coming in from the living room Harry was rather cold. Tip toeing across the floor Harry climbed up onto the large bed and sat crossed legged in the center to wait. Harry wasn’t as nervous as he had been, and having touched Snape’s cock and felt the clear arousal a lot of the ‘what ifs’ had gone away too. In the silence Harry wondered if he should have gone to the toilet before coming out but before he could contemplate that meaningless thought anymore Snape appeared in the bedroom doorway. Snape paused to look at the picture Harry made sitting waiting like a pup in the middle of the bed before wandering over to his bedside table. Harry watched in silence as Snape put two clear vials into the drawer before reaching over the bed and putting his wand beneath the pillow along with a small-stoppered vial of amber liquid that Harry didn’t notice. Harry smiled at the ritual wondering if it was out of fear that Snape slept with his wand beneath his pillow or something else.

Smiling to himself Harry watched as Snape shucked his robe, casually draping it over a chair near the dresser before turning to pad naked back to Harry. It wasn’t the first time Harry had seen Snape naked but it had been the first time he’d seen Snape’s impressive member, even if it was only semi hard.

“Like what you see.” Snape whispered as he climbed up onto the bed far more gracefully than Harry who’d jumped on it like a five year old earlier.

“I think that’s a given.” Harry whispered shyly as he fiddled with himself in his lap trying to hide his already swelling erection again. Snape smiled sideways to himself as he pushed Harry’s hands away from his lap and bent over him to give him a passionate soul-sucking kiss. Harry would never tire of Snape’s kisses and groaned into the elder wizards mouth loudly.

“Lie back.” Snape commanded firmly as he broke the kiss and pressed a warm hand into the center of Harry’s chest. Unfolding his legs Harry obediently lay down on his back and swallowed nervously as Snape shifted so that he was cloaking Harry’s own body. Harry shivered as his heated flesh met the cool smoothness of Snape’s pressed against his own. Harry lay perfectly still as Snape peppered kisses over his neck and chest one of the elder wizards hand resting on Harry’s hip the other holding his weight up from Harry’s smaller frame. Harry closed his eyes and breathed out raggedly as he felt his cock pressed up against Snape’s stomach, the elder man surprisingly toned for someone who didn’t participate in social sports.

“Relax Potter.” Snape breathed out against Harry’s chest as he circle one of the boy’s nipples with a wet warm tongue. Harry gasped at the sensation and bucked up under Snape’s body, sucking in another deep breath when he felt the man’s huge prick slap against his thigh. Harry had never imagined just touches from Snape could bring such pleasure and as Snape continued to lick and kiss his chest Harry was soon feeling the familiar coil of impending orgasm in his sack. Snape seemed to sense it too and having locked his lips with Harry’s in a fierce kiss dropped his hand from Harry’s hip to the boy’s jutting erection and clamped his fist down hard at the base of the weeping cock. One Snape could handle but not two and no matter how young Harry was the more times he came the less intense and the more fatigued the boy would become. Harry yelped a little in pain and the sudden pressure, Snape’s thumb applying a firm point, robbing Harry of his oncoming orgasm. “Not again Potter, we’ve only just begun and you’ve got to calm down.” Snape growled trying not to sound annoyed despite his irritation. Harry nodded quickly as Snape sat up from him the man’s grip still firmly holding the base of Harry’s cock preventing completion. “That’s how we stop it Potter and that’s what you’re going to do for me every time you think it might happen. I’m going to teach you control Harry Potter. You’re not going to come until I do.” Harry released a choked sigh as Snape’s fist withdrew from his cock, his erection already beginning to die at the painful pressure. Pulled back from the precipice Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he felt Snape shift down the bed.

“Let’s see if you’ve been doing a bit of self practice shall we?” Snape smiled as he pushed Harry’s legs up so that they bent at the knee. Harry swallowed nervously as Snape pushed his legs open wide before he himself knelt between them a hand on each knee running soothing circles around Harry’s kneecap in an attempt to calm the young boy.

“I haven’t tried three.” Harry rushed out quickly as he watched Snape from between his open legs. Snape nodded silently as he ran his hands down from Harry’s knee and thigh, ghosting gently over the boy’s genitals before settling on the boy’s arse cheeks and parting them to reveal the puckered pink opening hidden within.

“Shhh, it’s okay I was just joking Potter I don’t expect you to be practiced, in fact I prefer it that you’re not.” Snape whispered as he pressed a kiss to the inside of Harry’s thigh before going down on the boy. Harry was sure he was going to die as he threw himself back against the bed hardly believing that Snape was doing what he was. Shaking Harry groaned loudly as he felt the first strong swipe of Snape’s tongue down his crack before an open lipped kiss sucked on the delicate skin beneath his balls. Snape held onto Harry tightly as the boy threatened to scoot away from him up the bed as he probed Harry’s tight pucker with his tongue, delicately laving it coaxing it to relax. Snape smiled to himself as Harry began to get used to the sensation the boy’s legs falling open wider and his body relaxing allowing Snape to breach the boy’s tense hole with the tip of his tongue. Harry was mumbling all sorts of crude words beneath gasps of breath and Snape reveled in the sound of the boy’s inexperienced moans.

There was little chance Harry would last if Snape continued his onslaught and so content with having loosened the boy a little with his own spit Snape sat up slowly and lay himself back down over Harry’s form. It was Harry this time that initiated the kiss and Snape was a little shocked by the ferocity of it as the boy plundered his mouth and devoured his tongue. Gasping Harry collapsed back on the bed as Snape rolled himself to the side a little to give Harry some breathing space. The boy looked thoroughly fucked already his hair wild about his face and his lips ruby red and swollen.

“What was that called?” Harry breathed out as he rolled over onto his side to face Snape who was idly running his fingertips back and forth down Harry’s chest.

“Rimming.” Snape answered simply as he reached down and gave himself a comfortable squeeze, his cock having finally filled and now curved up towards his belly, it’s bulbous head glistening with a single pearly droplet of precome.

“Can we do more of that?” Harry inquired innocently his eyes still wide with excitement and enthusiasm. Snape chuckled and leaned in to kiss Harry languidly lazily exploring the boy’s mouth before pulling away slightly and shaking his head.
“Not tonight Potter, you wouldn’t go the distance now turn over onto your front and kneel for me.” Obediently Harry did as he was told his hardening sex bouncing between his legs as he knelt on all fours on the bed. Harry froze a little in concern as he felt Snape move up behind him but a reassuring hand on his waist stayed his fear. “Not yet Potter, you need to be ready.” Snape whispered as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s lower back before reaching under the pillow and removing the vial of oil he’d slipped under there earlier. With calm, confident hands Snape positioned Harry a little better before he liberally coated his fingers in the musk smelling oil. Harry stiffened a little when he felt Snape’s oiled fingers push down and into his crack seeking out the tight opening still wet with spit and circling it carefully. “Shhh, just like before.” Snape breathed out as he pressed another gentle kiss to Harry’s lower back before sliding a single digit into the boy’s resisting passage. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes at the slight sting but tried to relax as he felt Snape easing his finger back and forth loosening the muscles that threatened to push him out.

With his head on the pillows and his backside in the air Harry concentrated on slowing his breathing as Snape inserted another finger, scissoring them to ease the way. Harry had not forgotten the afternoon in the bathroom and had concentrated on trying to achieve what Snape had done to him by himself. Naturally he hadn’t managed it but when Snape’s fingers brushed that spot again stars popped before his eyes and he pushed back wantonly on the fingers currently buried inside of him.

Snape smiled at Harry’s exclamation the boy’s hand automatically shooting down to his cock where Snape observed the boy tightly clutching the base of his purpling cock to put off the inevitable. Using Harry’s distraction as cue Snape oiled up a third finger and with a fluid grace pushed it in to join the other two. Harry stiffened immediately and the groans of excitement faltered into a whimper of pain. Snape held his fingers perfectly still as he curled himself over Harry’s back and pressed an apologetic kiss to the boy’s shoulder. Harry whimpered again as Snape slowly withdrew his fingers and pushed them in again stretching the constricting passage as much as he could. Snape knew the pain Harry was experiencing his own painful first time imprinted in his memories like it had only happened yesterday. Fortunately though while this pain was only brief what was to come would certainly take some getting used to.

Snape took his time inserting his fingers back and forth in Harry’s arse coaxing the boy to relax. The transition happened slowly and Snape smiled to himself as he watched Harry’s white knuckled grip on the bed sheets lessen with each gentle stroke of his prostate. Finally though there was no putting off the inevitable and Snape was sure by the time Harry had gotten over the initial penetration he’d enjoy what was left to come. Harry whimpered as Snape pulled his fingers free and with a warm hand eased Harry back over to lie on his back.

“It’s going to hurt isn’t it?” Harry whispered as he watched Snape empty the remaining vial of oil into his own palm before coating his thick throbbing cock. Satisfied with his own member Snape stretched himself out over Harry and nuzzled the boy’s neck in a small show of comfort.

“Yes, it does for a while. The best advice I can give you is try and relax, and when it gets too much try pushing out against me.” Harry nodded blankly as Snape kissed him soundly on the lips, as he drew the boy’s leg up and over his shoulder before positioning his straining cock at Harry’s entrance. Snape had spent nearly five years trying to put this out of his mind, berating himself for even considering it yet here before him lay the seat of his desires, so trusting, so willing and with a look of complete devotion in his emerald green eyes. With another reverent kiss on Harry’s lips Snape whispered the contraceptive charm and without breaking eye contact thrust forward slowly. Sure enough Harry’s resisting hole tensed immediately as the bulbous head pushed at his entrance and Snape watched as Harry’s eyes closed automatically in pain. Biting his lip in concentration Snape continued the pressure feeling the tight ring of muscle slowly accepting him. Snape had done this hundreds of times, breaching young bodies not ready for his girth but as he watched tears leak from the corner of Harry’s eyes Snape couldn’t help wonder if he maybe he’d been wrong. Snape clamped down on the thought as Harry cried out in agony as Snape’s head finally breeched the muscles tearing the skin. Harry was shaking from head to toe, he felt as if his backside was on fire and he was splitting in two.

”Shhh, that’s it.” Snape whispered as he pressed his face to Harry’s as he pushed his hips forward the now unresisting passage accepting his length with an easy glide. Despite his own throbbing need Snape restrained himself as he leant down and kissed away Harry’s tears, the boy panting and gasping as he tried to get used to the feeling of fullness. Snape was so big Harry could practically feel the man’s cock in his throat as the elder wizard settled himself in a more comfortable position. Tears still fell from Harry’s eyes despite the pain beginning to ease. It was such an unusual sensation and Harry had never imagined it would feel like this. “You aright?” Snape breathed out heavily against Harry’s collar bone as the boy experimentally shifted hips inadvertently squeezing his butt together and consequently trapping Snape’s cock making the man gasp audibly in pleasure. Harry nodded as he reached up and wiped his own tears away from his cheeks.

“Is this it?” Harry whispered wondering what they did now. Snape chuckled lightly and shook his head in amusement.

“No, now I show you what was worth the pain.” Locking his lips with Harry’s Snape drew back before thrusting forward again, aiming for the spot he knew would renew Harry’s erection that had died during penetration. Sure enough Snape brushed the tiny nub inside and like an elastic band Harry’s back arched and the boy yelled in blinding pleasure. Snape smiled to himself as he thrust rhythmically back and forth his hands around Harry’s waist helping the boy to get in time with him as they thrust against one another. Snape had never bed a screamer before, and in all his fantasies about Harry none of them had involved the boy’s vocal capacity. It was certainly a new found attraction in Snape’s books as Harry threw his head back and began panting and groaning wildly with every thrust.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s rhythm grew unsteady and Snape knew the boy wouldn’t last as long as he needed himself. Taking pity Snape reached forward and with a firm hand stroked Harry’s pulsing cock. The boy’s smooth, sweat slicked body rocked beneath him and before Snape could blink Harry was coming for the second time that evening. Snape stilled his own movements and simply watched as the boy fell apart his eyes closed tight and his mouth open Severus’ name spilling from his lips in a chocked scream of ecstasy. Creamy tendrils splattered on Harry’s stomach and Snape milked the boy of every last drop with his practiced hand. When it was over Harry’s body fell boneless back against the bed, the wiry tension that had racked the body all evening finally disappearing to leave behind a sated, fully relaxed individual sprawled beneath Snape. Snape had imagined this before but nothing compared to reality as he stared down at the boy beneath him, the delicate eyelashes fanned out over high flushed cheekbones, as the boy panted for breath his chest heaving.

Snape stared at Harry for a long time lost in that moment of complete innocence Snape had seen in the boy’s green eyes the seconds before he’d come. This had been something Snape had dreamed of doing, of giving to the boy something no one else ever could. Awakening those emerald eyes to a new world of passion far removed from the world beyond the bed. Snape swallowed heavily as he dropped his head forward to hang loosely over Harry’s chest, the stray strands of hair that had come loose of their clasp hanging around his sweat drenched face like a curtain.

”Severus?” Harry’s timid voice drew Snape’s dark eyes back up to look at Harry, who was innocently staring at him from behind his glasses. “Was that too early?” Harry whispered his voice full of fear searching for reassurance Snape was only too happy to give. Leaning forward Snape wrapped his lips around Harry’s and with a deep sound kiss began thrusting steadily into Harry’s relaxed body. Unhurried and with a caring touch Snape worshipped Harry’s body while his own grew accustomed to the feel of the boy wrapped around him.

When Snape’s climax came it was unexpected and Harry simply clutched to Snape’s upper arms as the man stiffened and his cock erupted. Harry had never felt anything so intense in his life as a hot gush of liquid filled his inside robbing him of breath and making him shiver all over. Snape was just as surprised as Harry as he closed his eyes and continued to thrust as he rode out the wave of ecstasy, Harry’s name just a whisper on his lips. Finally though Snape couldn’t hold himself up any longer and with an exhausted groan collapsed down onto the bed, pulling Harry with him as he rolled.

Breathing heavily Snape closed his eyes as Harry collapsed on his chest, Snape’s arms automatically coming up to wrap around the boy’s cooling body. In silence they lay there for what seemed like hours until finally Harry sat up a little and looked deep into the obsidian gaze staring down at him reverently.

“Am I worth the risk?” Harry inquired quietly as he gently ran his fingertips over Snape’s cheek and over his kiss-swollen lips.

“You always were Harry.” Snape murmured as he gently kissed the tips of each of Harry’s fingers before slowly glancing across at the clock on his side table. It was just gone 2am, and despite it being a Saturday morning they would both have to be up early so that no one saw Harry leave Snape’s chambers. “Come on up with you.” With his hand on Harry’s hip as a guide Snape helped Harry get off him, the elder wizards softened cock slipping out of Harry’s hole with an audible pop. Almost instantly Harry yelped and curled up on his side, tears again threatening to fall from his eyes. Reaching over to his beside table Snape opened the drawer and pulled out one of the clear vials before rolling over to spoon up behind Harry who was clearly in pain again.

“Here, swallow this it’ll help.” Helping Harry sit up a little Snape watched as the boy downed the liquid before pulling him over to rest against his chest. Snape frowned a little as he noticed the blood spots on the sheets where Harry had just been but knew from experience it would be nothing a healing salve wouldn’t fix in the morning. “Get some sleep Harry.” Pulling up the covers Snape sighed as he settled into his pillow, Harry’s form pillowed against his own. With his hand gently caressing Harry’s hair Snape watched as the young man in his arms fell asleep leaving Snape staring at him silently.

Tomorrow things would change dramatically but for now Snape let Harry sleep lost in his dreams and the pleasant cloud that was always left behind after sex.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>