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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,131
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mouth
Mouth
I can’t stop watching him, can’t stop myself from memorizing every little thing he lets show to the world. It’s so difficult to keep it hidden from everyone but I managed. I managed and I watch him so constantly it probably borders on an obsession… but how could I resist? How could I not watch his thin lips press together in annoyance at the next greatest explosion from Longbottom’s cauldron? As they part gracefully around empty air to form words and syllables in that delicious voice that could probably melt every creature with hormones in the room.
They’ve distracted me from eating, those lips. I think Hermionie noticed the other day that I wasn’t eating much but I’ve tried so hard to cover it up. They way he ate that banana was simply obscene. And the strawberries… oh lord it was as if he was just trying to tease me but he couldn’t know. Couldn’t possibly know.
Laying in bed, trying to sleep with the anticipation of double potions tomorrow morning I find myself tossing and turning in a vain attempt to oust him from my mind. It doesn’t seem to work and after fifteen long minutes I finally give in and cast a wordless silencing charm around my closed curtains. It’s been well-practiced what with my growing need for it and I’d better remember to take it down before I fall asleep. Wouldn’t want to miss my alarm.
With the charm in place my thoughts leapt to Him without any preamble at all. I focused on his mouth, his pressed lips as they wrapped around that strawberry time and again. My pajama bottoms were long gone at the bottom of the bed and my hand rested lightly on my half-hard cock. I gave it a gentle stroke while I pictured his full lips rattling out words that I couldn’t understand beyond his luscious voice.
I squeezed and stroked and pictured his mouth pressed in a fine line of anger. My thumb stroked over the head, smearing the pre-come that had collected and I envisioned those lips around that banana. The image didn’t last long. It was quickly replaced by the picture of that glorious mouth wrapped around my cock instead. His sharp tongue teasing the slit then undulating down the shaft to grace the back of his throat with the taste of me. Hot and wet and tight as he sucked and pressed those lips into thin lines for an entirely different reason.
I cried out in my bed, eyes closed and head filled with pictures of those lips. Images that would no-doubt re-play in my mind in the following morning. I nearly forgot to release the spell before drifting from the waking world.
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AN: Alright, more installments you shall get. :D
I can’t stop watching him, can’t stop myself from memorizing every little thing he lets show to the world. It’s so difficult to keep it hidden from everyone but I managed. I managed and I watch him so constantly it probably borders on an obsession… but how could I resist? How could I not watch his thin lips press together in annoyance at the next greatest explosion from Longbottom’s cauldron? As they part gracefully around empty air to form words and syllables in that delicious voice that could probably melt every creature with hormones in the room.
They’ve distracted me from eating, those lips. I think Hermionie noticed the other day that I wasn’t eating much but I’ve tried so hard to cover it up. They way he ate that banana was simply obscene. And the strawberries… oh lord it was as if he was just trying to tease me but he couldn’t know. Couldn’t possibly know.
Laying in bed, trying to sleep with the anticipation of double potions tomorrow morning I find myself tossing and turning in a vain attempt to oust him from my mind. It doesn’t seem to work and after fifteen long minutes I finally give in and cast a wordless silencing charm around my closed curtains. It’s been well-practiced what with my growing need for it and I’d better remember to take it down before I fall asleep. Wouldn’t want to miss my alarm.
With the charm in place my thoughts leapt to Him without any preamble at all. I focused on his mouth, his pressed lips as they wrapped around that strawberry time and again. My pajama bottoms were long gone at the bottom of the bed and my hand rested lightly on my half-hard cock. I gave it a gentle stroke while I pictured his full lips rattling out words that I couldn’t understand beyond his luscious voice.
I squeezed and stroked and pictured his mouth pressed in a fine line of anger. My thumb stroked over the head, smearing the pre-come that had collected and I envisioned those lips around that banana. The image didn’t last long. It was quickly replaced by the picture of that glorious mouth wrapped around my cock instead. His sharp tongue teasing the slit then undulating down the shaft to grace the back of his throat with the taste of me. Hot and wet and tight as he sucked and pressed those lips into thin lines for an entirely different reason.
I cried out in my bed, eyes closed and head filled with pictures of those lips. Images that would no-doubt re-play in my mind in the following morning. I nearly forgot to release the spell before drifting from the waking world.
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AN: Alright, more installments you shall get. :D