Lentesco

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Lentesco – Chapter Thirty-Eight



Harry was sitting beside Severus. He had explained what he intended to do, and together they had approached the problem of the last ingredient. Now he leaned into the other and kissed him softly on one cheek.



“Can we talk about Lucius now?” Harry asked.



Severus looked angry. “I have no wish to give that odious man any more of my time and energy than he has already taken.”



“Sorry, you misunderstood. I’m on about what we can do to punish him for his cruelty to you.”



Snape raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a little vengeful for you?”



“No, it’s about doing what’s right. Remember, I’m a Gryffindor, and we’re brave and chivalrous. That means if wrong is done we want to see it put right – and the evil-doer punished.”



“Well, I’m not Gryffindor – thank Merlin,” Severus responded, “I’m Slytherin, and we’re vengeful. So, I want Lucius to suffer. You can think yourself noble if you want, so long as Lucius gets what’s coming to him.”



Harry’s green eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, he will.”



He sighed and then said, “If only I knew how to curse him! I read the curse myself in the book, but I was looking at how to cure it, not the actual words and necessary rituals to complete it.”



Severus responded, “I’d rather punish him in my way, using my expertise as a potion maker.” He considered before continuing, “In the years since I was cursed, I have experimented with a vast variety of potions, hoping to find one that would cure or alleviate my problem. Sadly, none did, however, some had interesting effects…” he paused for effect then went on, “I have kept all my notes. I am the only one who knows what went into the potions, and I’m the one who developed the antidotes. And none of the potions could be cured with a bezoar, for some irritating reason.”



Harry smiled slowly, then began chuckling. “Oh, that is certainly poetic. Let the bastard be inflicted with the remedies you tried to save yourself from his actions. It’s just perfect!”



Severus looked quizzically at him.



“Hey, since returning from the past I’ve begun to appreciated the circular nature of life. Things fit.” He rubbed against Severus. “We fit.”



Snape rubbed the fingers of one hand along the throbbing shaft, enjoying the groan Harry gave. He might not be able to fully enjoy this, but Harry could. Besides, this was what Harry had done for Severus.



He shifted, so that he was better able to open the trousers and pull the hard length free.



Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he lay, head fallen back, panting as Severus’ slender digits gripped him and explored his cock.



The fingers felt the silken skin, rubbing idly on it, enjoying the way the younger man groaned and shifted, and the way the hardness underneath jerked and twitched. They moved on to circle the swollen head, nails gently scratching at the back of the flared tip, watching and thoroughly enjoying the effect it had on Harry.



“Oh! FUCK!” he screamed as he shuddered helplessly with ecstasy. Fluid was leaking noticeably from his slit, over his reddened end.



Severus let his hands become slick with the liquid, and rubbed it over the prick, using it to lubricate his exploration. He felt the pulsing vein, and followed it down to the root, before sliding wet fingers over the heavy balls, cupping them in his palms and rolling the hard lump within them in his hands.



Harry made a noise like a whimpering cat.



Severus rather liked that noise, and played with the sacs further.



“Pl-please!” Harry choked.



The older man moved one hand back up to the wet jerking shaft, leaving the other cupping the hot balls. He closed his digits around the man’s cock and began to tug with a steady, strong movement, and tight grip.



Harry howled, hips thrashing, and spurted over his clothes. He sagged, exhausted, as the other continued playing with his sated cock, too tired to even push the hand away that was making him hurt – the pleasure was just too intense.



Severus smiled a little smugly as he surveyed the shattered man. His own body screamed for release, but his penis remained resolutely limp. Feeling particularly vengeful, he began telling Harry about some of the potions he’d made, and their effects.



“That one,” Harry gasped, as Severus spoke about one very unpleasant potion he’d been troubled with. “That one.”



Severus nodded. “Very well. That one is particularly good, as it was a complete sod to try and work out the antidote for.”



“Good,” Harry panted, brain still short circuited.