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A Conversation
--Another chapter that hasn't gone to plan! *thumps monitor in frustration*
-- As always, thanks to my reviwers, your support means a lot! SP
*Awoot! Awoot!* Smut alert
Chapter Twenty-Seven –
“Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.” DH Lawrence.
***
Harry had sat out the rest of March patiently. His ‘incident’, as it was termed, was not spoken of. He felt little inclination to go outside, as he felt fat and ugly.
“Harry?” Always there was that note of worry in Severus’ voice, as if he again expected the other to have wandered off.
How could I go anywhere without him knowing? Harry thought bitterly.
“In the living room.” He called, tone a little sharper than normal.
The teacher entered. He threw off his teaching robe and sat down wearily on a chair. He rubbed the space between his eyebrows, tired.
“Long day?” Harry asked, with a touch of malicious pleasure.
“Very.” Severus steepled his long fingers in his lap. “I have been exploring the opportunity of allowing you to go into the grounds. Under supervision, of course.”
Harry growled. “I’m too fat to go anywhere now. You don’t even want me, do you?”
Harry was annoyed and horny. For the past week, Severus had been returning late to their rooms, and had always been ‘too tired’ to do anything with Harry.
The Slytherin turned a look of genuine amazement on the Gryffindor. “Of course I still want you!” He stared fixedly at Harry, until the boy began to blush. “Of course I want you.” He said more softly this time and moved to lean over Harry’s chair.
The lad tilted his face up eagerly for a kiss. Severus gladly complied, pressing his cold lips against Harry’s warm ones. He touched the mouth gently, moving over it with exaggerated care, until the youngster opened his mouth and said petulantly, “Kiss me properly, dammit!”
Snape slid his tongue into the open mouth and slid one hand into the messy black hair of the Gryffindor. He tightened his grip a little painfully, but as he was pressing so forcefully into Harry’s mouth, Harry didn’t complain.
The boy slid his hands up and clutched at the front of the other’s top. His own tongue snaked across Severus’, lying still for a moment before chasing after the older man’s muscle, then they were just flicking the ends of their tongues against one another, a low groan being dragged from Harry.
“Please!” Harry panted, pulling his lips free and kissing the other’s neck, cheek, nose, whatever he could reach. “Please…”
Severus’ clever long hands began pulling at the tent like T-shirt the youth wore. His hands roamed over the exposed skin, before landing on the rock hard nubs. He pinched one lightly, enjoying the boy’s drawn out groan. He tugged again at the top and threw it over the boy’s chair. Then he slid to his knees and pulled one aching nipple between his teeth.
“Se-Sev,” Harry panted as the lips tortured his one nub. The other was being rubbed and squeezed between slender digits.
The mouth moved to the other nipple, fingers now working on the wet one. Severus’ other hand slid over the swollen stomach and rubbed at the bulge in the trousers.
“Mmmm,” Harry moaned, hips lifting slightly into the touch.
The Slytherin pulled back and began undoing the zipper. Harry helped by wriggling and lifting his body to allow the clothes and under clothes to be removed. He sprawled, almost naked in the chair, only a pair of black socks on. He looked up at the other, a flush staining his face.
“You have too many clothes on.” He observed. He curled a palm around his dick and rubbed himself as he watched the other undress.
“Better?” Severus asked as he stood before his partner, utterly naked and obviously aroused.
“Much,” Harry purred, “but it’ll be better still when I’m wearing you.”
Severus gave a strangled groan and grabbed roughly for his wand. “Accio lubricant.” He called.
The bottle flew from the bedroom and landed neatly in his slightly shaking outstretched hand. He roughly coated himself, too excited to take much more time over foreplay, and leaned in, cock nudging the boy’s twitching pucker.
Harry threw his legs over the arms of the chair and slid down slightly, raising his ass for the other’s inspection.
Snape groaned and pushed his way into the tight channel. He gasped as he felt the passage clutch him relentlessly.
Harry whimpered and grabbed at the other’s arms. He ached, but it was a good ache.
Severus was still inside Harry, waiting for him to relax a little.
“Move.” The Gryffindor whispered. “Move.”
Snape obeyed, his throbbing cock claiming the boy thoroughly. Harry belonged to him and he was going to make sure the other knew it.
“Mine.” He growled as he slammed inside.
“Oh. Yes. Yours.” Harry breathed out, fingers tightening with pleasure as his nub was stroked time and again by the wet tip. “Def… i… nite… ly. Yours.” He gasped as he was ridden hard.
Severus snarled at the words spoken in that breathy voice and snapped his hips back and forth more violently. He pounded hard into the lad, balls slapping ruthlessly against the other’s skin.
“Come… in … me.” Harry begged, nails digging into the pale flesh above him. “Ple … ase… come.”
Snape snarled again and thumped deep into Harry, his cock leaking incessantly.
“Do.. it…” Harry moaned softly. “Claim … me … I’m … Yours.”
Severus shrieked and shot his seed powerfully into his lover. He collapsed, vaguely aware of hot wetness against his own skin. They lay together, panting for breath, then the teacher slowly slid out of the other, listening to the faint hiss Harry emitted as his ass let him know how sore it was.
As the glow began to fade, Severus rose and spelled himself clean and then donned his clothes. He sat facing the boy.
Harry took a little while longer to return to normality. When he did, Severus cleaned him and helped him pull the massive t-shirt back on. He couldn’t be bothered to struggle into his trousers.
“As I was saying,” Severus said, as if they hadn’t just had totally amazing sex, “I have been exploring the possibility of allowing you some freedom in the grounds.”
-- Hey, HarryVik: No long drawn out words in this one! SP
-- As always, thanks to my reviwers, your support means a lot! SP
*Awoot! Awoot!* Smut alert
Chapter Twenty-Seven –
“Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.” DH Lawrence.
***
Harry had sat out the rest of March patiently. His ‘incident’, as it was termed, was not spoken of. He felt little inclination to go outside, as he felt fat and ugly.
“Harry?” Always there was that note of worry in Severus’ voice, as if he again expected the other to have wandered off.
How could I go anywhere without him knowing? Harry thought bitterly.
“In the living room.” He called, tone a little sharper than normal.
The teacher entered. He threw off his teaching robe and sat down wearily on a chair. He rubbed the space between his eyebrows, tired.
“Long day?” Harry asked, with a touch of malicious pleasure.
“Very.” Severus steepled his long fingers in his lap. “I have been exploring the opportunity of allowing you to go into the grounds. Under supervision, of course.”
Harry growled. “I’m too fat to go anywhere now. You don’t even want me, do you?”
Harry was annoyed and horny. For the past week, Severus had been returning late to their rooms, and had always been ‘too tired’ to do anything with Harry.
The Slytherin turned a look of genuine amazement on the Gryffindor. “Of course I still want you!” He stared fixedly at Harry, until the boy began to blush. “Of course I want you.” He said more softly this time and moved to lean over Harry’s chair.
The lad tilted his face up eagerly for a kiss. Severus gladly complied, pressing his cold lips against Harry’s warm ones. He touched the mouth gently, moving over it with exaggerated care, until the youngster opened his mouth and said petulantly, “Kiss me properly, dammit!”
Snape slid his tongue into the open mouth and slid one hand into the messy black hair of the Gryffindor. He tightened his grip a little painfully, but as he was pressing so forcefully into Harry’s mouth, Harry didn’t complain.
The boy slid his hands up and clutched at the front of the other’s top. His own tongue snaked across Severus’, lying still for a moment before chasing after the older man’s muscle, then they were just flicking the ends of their tongues against one another, a low groan being dragged from Harry.
“Please!” Harry panted, pulling his lips free and kissing the other’s neck, cheek, nose, whatever he could reach. “Please…”
Severus’ clever long hands began pulling at the tent like T-shirt the youth wore. His hands roamed over the exposed skin, before landing on the rock hard nubs. He pinched one lightly, enjoying the boy’s drawn out groan. He tugged again at the top and threw it over the boy’s chair. Then he slid to his knees and pulled one aching nipple between his teeth.
“Se-Sev,” Harry panted as the lips tortured his one nub. The other was being rubbed and squeezed between slender digits.
The mouth moved to the other nipple, fingers now working on the wet one. Severus’ other hand slid over the swollen stomach and rubbed at the bulge in the trousers.
“Mmmm,” Harry moaned, hips lifting slightly into the touch.
The Slytherin pulled back and began undoing the zipper. Harry helped by wriggling and lifting his body to allow the clothes and under clothes to be removed. He sprawled, almost naked in the chair, only a pair of black socks on. He looked up at the other, a flush staining his face.
“You have too many clothes on.” He observed. He curled a palm around his dick and rubbed himself as he watched the other undress.
“Better?” Severus asked as he stood before his partner, utterly naked and obviously aroused.
“Much,” Harry purred, “but it’ll be better still when I’m wearing you.”
Severus gave a strangled groan and grabbed roughly for his wand. “Accio lubricant.” He called.
The bottle flew from the bedroom and landed neatly in his slightly shaking outstretched hand. He roughly coated himself, too excited to take much more time over foreplay, and leaned in, cock nudging the boy’s twitching pucker.
Harry threw his legs over the arms of the chair and slid down slightly, raising his ass for the other’s inspection.
Snape groaned and pushed his way into the tight channel. He gasped as he felt the passage clutch him relentlessly.
Harry whimpered and grabbed at the other’s arms. He ached, but it was a good ache.
Severus was still inside Harry, waiting for him to relax a little.
“Move.” The Gryffindor whispered. “Move.”
Snape obeyed, his throbbing cock claiming the boy thoroughly. Harry belonged to him and he was going to make sure the other knew it.
“Mine.” He growled as he slammed inside.
“Oh. Yes. Yours.” Harry breathed out, fingers tightening with pleasure as his nub was stroked time and again by the wet tip. “Def… i… nite… ly. Yours.” He gasped as he was ridden hard.
Severus snarled at the words spoken in that breathy voice and snapped his hips back and forth more violently. He pounded hard into the lad, balls slapping ruthlessly against the other’s skin.
“Come… in … me.” Harry begged, nails digging into the pale flesh above him. “Ple … ase… come.”
Snape snarled again and thumped deep into Harry, his cock leaking incessantly.
“Do.. it…” Harry moaned softly. “Claim … me … I’m … Yours.”
Severus shrieked and shot his seed powerfully into his lover. He collapsed, vaguely aware of hot wetness against his own skin. They lay together, panting for breath, then the teacher slowly slid out of the other, listening to the faint hiss Harry emitted as his ass let him know how sore it was.
As the glow began to fade, Severus rose and spelled himself clean and then donned his clothes. He sat facing the boy.
Harry took a little while longer to return to normality. When he did, Severus cleaned him and helped him pull the massive t-shirt back on. He couldn’t be bothered to struggle into his trousers.
“As I was saying,” Severus said, as if they hadn’t just had totally amazing sex, “I have been exploring the possibility of allowing you some freedom in the grounds.”
-- Hey, HarryVik: No long drawn out words in this one! SP