Love, Lies & Loneliness

A/N I wrote this chapter and as always when I write smutty things gave it to my friend for a quick once over, and she litterally howled with laughter until tears streamed down her face and she turned blue with lack of air.......not usually a positive response I know but when she finally composed herself long enough to speak, the words she spoke will haunt me until I die, just as I hope this chapter will haunt you too....\'Severus Snape will never truely look the same again, when flicking about his wand in class\'...

Hope you enjoy the following chapter...


Chapter 39
(Tutoring the Innocent)
Harry stood nervously in front of Snape’s desk in the professors’ office, his hands fiddling with the wet cuffs off his robes. He was cold now. Where it had been toasty warm in the bathroom upstairs, down here in the dungeons the cold seeped into Harry’s bones making him shiver and shake. Shuffling on his feet Harry grimaced at the stickiness in his trousers that clung like glue to his thighs and cock. Harry was sure Snape was making him wait, ensuring the boy had enough time to stew in his own guilt and worry. It surely wouldn’t take Snape this long to get dressed and come down to his office. Harry had begun to get edgy and sighed heavily as he shifted from one foot to the other. He was uncomfortable, felt extremely guilty and was frozen to the core.

“Fucking arse is doing this on purpose.” Harry muttered to himself as glared at the empty seat behind the desk, as Snape himself was sitting upon it.

“Potter!” Harry all but jumped out of his skin as he heard Snape’s voice call him from behind. Straightening his back rigidly Harry crossed his arms nervously behind his back and glanced cautiously over his shoulder at where Snape stood in the entrance to the office, his hair neatly brushed and his school robes immaculate as always. Harry swallowed hoping against hope that Snape hadn’t heard his muttered comment. Luck it seemed wasn’t on his side today though as Snape rose a stern eyebrow at his student. “Five points from Gryfindor for disrespecting your elders and five more for using foul language in school.” Harry sighed heavily and hung his head against his chest as Snape unfolded his arms from across his chest and pointed back out into the classroom. “Follow me.” It wasn’t a polite request, more an order and Harry nodded silently as Snape led the way out of the office and classroom and down through the corridors leading to Snape’s private quarters.

Reaching the door Snape passed his hand across the frame and whispered the password softly. It was a complicated password and Harry didn’t bother to try and remember it, as the door opened and Snape led the way into his rooms. Harry stopped in the middle of the small lounge area and watched as Snape moved easily about the room retrieving a small bottle of amber coloured liquid and a crystal glass from a shelf over the fire. Snape poured himself a glass of the amber liquid before flicking open the top few buttons of his coat and settling himself down in the chair by the fire. Harry respectfully remained silent as he watched Snape take a considerable sip of the amber liquid his gaze settling on Harry.

“Well Mr Potter? Was I worth it?” Harry looked up sharply from his chest and frowned at the blank expression he found on Snape’s face. The most infuriating part of Snape was his ability to hide every emotion behind his blank expression, making it impossible for Harry to read him.

“Worth it Sir? I don’t understand?” Harry bit his tongue as he watched Snape take another sip of the amber liquid, his fingers lightly tapping the arm of the chair he sat in.

“Was seeing me naked worth the risk of getting caught Mr Potter? I am assuming that is why yourself and Mr Malfoy were hiding in the closet of the staff bathroom or am I mistaken?” Harry blushed and dropped his gaze back to his feet his upper teeth worrying his bottom lip in nervousness. When Harry didn’t reply Snape sighed heavily and drained the glass of the amber liquid in one go, before slamming the empty glass down on the table beside him, causing Harry to jump and wince at the noise. “Answer me Mr Potter, was I worth the punishment you are now facing?”

“Yes sir.” Harry whispered softly his eyes closed as he remembered the little droplets of water that had run down the man’s marble skin, gently kissing the curves where Harry longed to kiss himself. There was a silence and Harry listened as Snape poured himself another glass of the amber liquid, the high-pitched clink of the bottle hitting the crystal causing Harry to shudder. With his eyes closed Harry didn’t know what Snape was doing but as the silence continued he assumed Snape had taken another swig of the liquid in his glass.

“Good answer Mr Potter.” Harry opened his eyes then and looked up in shock as a twitch of a smile tugged at the corner of Snape’s lips as the man rolled the amber liquid around in the glass he held in his hand. Harry held Snape’s gaze across the room but when a distinctly cold draft ran up and over his back and kidney’s Harry shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “Take them off, you’re freezing.” Snape stood up from his chair having seen Harry shiver and walked over to his bedroom door disappearing into the room and returning a moment later with a dry silk robe that Harry had seen the professor wear before. Snape threw Harry the robe and sat back down in his chair and sipped again from his drink. Harry hesitated as he watched Snape look him up and down with an undiscernible expression on his face. Deciding that maybe Snape just assumed Harry knew where the bathroom was the boy turned and moved towards the bathroom door. “Stop.” Harry had taken no more than two steps in the direction of the bathroom before Snape’s voice had made him freeze on the spot. “I didn’t say you could move, I just told you to get out of those wet clothes.” Harry swallowed hard and held the robe tighter in his hands as he glanced back over his shoulder at Snape who was reclining comfortably in his chair by the fire.

“Here?” Harry queried unsure whether what he was hearing was true. Harry watched as Snape nodded as he lifted the glass to his lips yet again and took another swallow of the liquid. Not wanting to argue but feeling an embarrassed flutter in his stomach, Harry turned back to face Snape and begun to undo his Quidditch leathers. The gloves, elbow and kneepads and boots were all easily stripped away and placed carefully on the floor next to his feet. Unclipping his cloak Harry put it along with the other things on the floor and reached up for the buttons on his shirt. Harry paused his fingers hovering above the top button of his wet shirt, which clung to his body. Snape was watching his every move the man’s expression still unreadable. Shaking a little with nervousness Harry turned his attention back to his buttoned shirt and slowly began pushing the irritating little things from their holes. Despite himself Harry couldn’t seem to make his fingers work both with the cold and nerves, and so the boy struggled until finally the last button came free and the front of the shirt hung open exposing his pale white chest and abdomen beneath. The silence of the room was disconcerting and Harry kept his eyes glued to the floor as he slipped off his shirt and added it to the pile of clothes at his feet.

Finally the last remaining item of clothing was his black riding pants, which now hung low on his hips. Harry had learned early that wearing anything under the pants was just uncomfortable especially when riding a broom so it had become a habit of his to leave his underwear off on Quidditch match days. Having never really bothered about it until now, Harry silently wished he’d have put on his white cotton briefs that morning when he’d dressed for Quidditch. Bringing his hand up to the button at the waist of his pants Harry took a deep steadying breath and dared to glance up at Snape. The man hadn’t moved the entire length of time it had taken Harry to slowly undressed and although his expression was still neutral Harry glimpsed a flash of desire hidden within the depths of Snape’s obsidian gaze.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Feeling his Gryffindor bravery rise in his chest Harry stood up a little straighter unconsciously flexing his abdominal muscles as he brought his hand up from the waist of his pants to rest temptingly upon his washboard stomach. Snape’s expression faltered at Harry’s question his eyes following the path of Harry’s hand from the waistband of his pants to the flat planes of the boy’s stomach. “I enjoyed watching you do this exact same thing.” Testing the waters Harry spoke softly flicking his tongue out to wet his lips as he steeled his nerves. Never had Harry ever attempted to talk dirty to anyone but something in the way Snape’s eyes glazed over at the comment told Harry he’d said something right. Feeling braver Harry let his hand drift up his chest, trying to keep his breathing even so as not to give away how much he was shaking with fear. Snape’s gaze continued to follow the path of Harry’s hand as the boy drew it slowly across his neck before dragging it back down to ghost around his nipple and come finally to rest back on the waist band of his wet pants. “Do you want me to take them off?” Harry tugged teasingly at the waist of his pants pulling the pants down a little lower to expose the sharp curve of his pelvis. When Snape didn’t reply Harry swallowed around the nervousness that rose again up into his throat.

Feeling suddenly shy and exposed, as if he’d made a complete fool of himself Harry dropped his eyes to the floor and hitched his pants back up to his stomach, before folding his arms protectively across his chest. Perhaps after all this he had been reading Snape wrong, which wouldn’t have surprised Harry considering the man’s impenetrable mask of indifference. “Sorry.” Harry muttered quietly under his breath as he reached for the silk robe and hastily pulled it around his shivering body, avoiding eye contact with Snape the entire time. Harry went to sit down on Snape’s velour couch but the man instantly hissed in irritation.

“Don’t you even think about sitting on my couch in wet pants Mr Potter. It hasn’t lasted 30 years in my family just to be soiled by your soggy behind.” Harry instantly stood up again in fright and stepped hastily over to the fireplace unsure of what to do with himself in such an awkward situation. Again wrapping his arms about himself Harry barely glanced up as Snape stood and walked over to him. Harry could feel the man’s presence hovering so close to him, the heat of the fire nothing compared to the heat radiating from the man’s chest. Tentatively Snape brought up his hand and gently stroked Harry’s cheek with his thumb making the boy flinch at little at the unexpected touch. The flinch didn’t go unmissed and Snape immediately brought up his other hand to cup Harry’s face and bring it up to his own so that their lips met in a chaste but reassuring kiss. Harry licked his lips as Snape pulled back a little, the boy still with his eyes closed savouring the kiss. Snape sighed heavily as he watched Harry’s eyes flutter slowly open to stare up at him with the blue innocent gaze Snape knew so well.

“I think we are going to have to work on your confidence Harry. While I’m going to thoroughly enjoy fucking your virgin arsehole I am not in the habit of playing a dominant lover.” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly behind his glasses as Snape drew his fingers across Harry’s slightly parted lips in silent contemplation. Snape seemed amused by Harry’s surprise and smirked like a mischievous 12 year old having told his greatest secret. “Don’t look so surprised Harry, it’s a fairly easy reach between fantasising about being on the bottom and then fantasising about being on the top, even you I’m sure will be able to accommodate the shift.” Snape rose a cheeky eyebrow in Harry’s direction the boy’s mind reeling at this new information.

“But you….I mean you’re not really…. personality wise that is.” Snape chuckled as he drew his hands down the back of Harry’s neck and began massaging the nervous tension they found there. Harry could hardly breath as Snape moved his face back in close and gently began pressing kisses to Harry’s cheek, and collarbone now exposed by the robe.

“I see we’ve degenerated into your usual limited use of the English language Potter.” Snape nipped playfully at the bruise he’d left yesterday which was still visible on the boy’s neck. “And personality has nothing to do with what goes on between the sheets Harry.” Snape licked a torturous path down Harry’s neck, following the line of the boy’s skin and parting the robe until his lips closed around the right dusky nipple of the boy in front of him. Harry squeaked in surprise his hands automatically coming up to entwine in Snape’s hair as the man licked, sucked and nibbled at the pebbled nub until it was hard and thoroughly wet with saliva. Satisfied with his work Snape straightened himself back up and took a step away from Harry, licking his lips casually as the boy in front of him swayed dangerously on his feet with arousal. “But until such time as we do find your confidence I believe I will make a very good teacher.” Snape reached up onto the mantle and picked up his drink where he had rested it momentarily while ravishing Harry’s person. Harry watched short of breath as Snape lifted the glass to his lips and took a swig, his tongue flicking out briefly as he swallowed. Harry had never known drinking could be so erotic as he watched Snape’s throat rise and fall as he drank. “Now that’s better.” Harry only realised Snape’s gaze had dropped from his face down to the open robe when the man before him practically purred in delight. Harry had been hard from the moment Snape had kissed him and now nothing but the wet pants hid his arousal, which stuck out proudly from the wet material. “In future Harry if you’re planning on stripping for me, it’s nice to know you’re enjoying it too.” Harry blushed a crimson colour as he realised what Snape was referring too. Through the entire time he’d taken his clothes off he’d been too scared to be aroused and Harry now knew why Snape hadn’t answered his question when he’d asked him if he wanted him to take his pants off.

“I haven’t ever been naked in front of anyone.” Harry looked awkwardly at Snape who had now returned to his chair and was reclining back in it with what was left in his glass. “Well, I have, but Ron’s like family and it doesn’t count, and no one really cares in the locker rooms.” Harry shuffled on his feet trying and failing to find a reply to why he hadn’t been enjoying stripping for the man. Snape huffed a laugh and shook his head in amusement.

“Just take the fucking pants off Harry and come and sit with me.” Almost immediately Harry snapped to attention and with suddenly nimble fingers undid the zip of his pants and stepped out of them in record time. Dropping the wet pants onto the top of the pile still sitting on the floor Harry moved over to the couch, shyly wrapping the robe around him when he remembered how small he was compared to what he’d seen of Snape earlier in the day. “Not there, here where I can touch you.” Harry paused at the side of the couch and looked up sharply to see Snape pat his lap in encouragement. Feeling warmed by Snape’s rarely shown affection Harry practically bounded the two steps over to Snape and plonked himself down on his lap, his hands automatically coming up to rest around Snape’s neck as the man’s arm wrapped casually about the boy’s waist.

“You’re warm.” Harry muttered as he leant in against Snape’s neck and nuzzled the warmth he found there as the man ghosted his lips across Harry’s in brief agreement. “What are you drinking?” Harry could smell and taste the amber liquid on Snape’s lips intrigued by the strong aroma. Snape smiled and offered what was left in the glass to Harry who took it and tentatively sipped from it.

“Brandy.” Snape said matter of factly as he watched Harry shudder at the strong alcoholic flavour of the drink.

“Its tingly all the way down.” Harry whispered as he felt the burn of the amber liquid as it slid down his throat and into his stomach warming him from the inside. Snape nodded and took the now empty glass from the boy’s grasp and discarded it on the table next to him.

“So it should it’s the only sort I like and it cost me a small fortune and a days worth of travel in a damn muggle contraption called a car.” Harry laughed as Snape turned his nose up at the memory of the car. It was obvious that Snape hadn’t spent a lot of time in the muggle world and Harry wondered if the man would enjoy a day trip with Harry out into the muggle world over summer. Quietly Harry snuggled closer to Snape whose hands had now delved into the sides of the robe and were wrapped firmly around the boy’s naked waist. Harry felt secure in Snape’s arms and closed his eyes as he breathed in the spicy scent of his lover and wallowed in his warmth. “Whose idea was it really to break into the bathroom?” Harry winced at the change of subject and cracked open an eye to see Snape staring at him in mild amusement.

“Draco’s.” Harry whispered softly to which Snape nodded as if knowing all the time whose idea it had been. “I agreed though, it was stupid knowing that Bugglesworth dick was still at the school. I shouldn’t have jeopardised your job like that, I’m sorry.” Snape seemed surprised by Harry’s apology but nodded and leaned down to give Harry another kiss, this time plunging his tongue into the boy’s lips so that Harry was forced to give back as much as he received. To Snape’s pleased cock Harry was beginning to learn how to kiss properly. Pulling apart Snape edged his hands down and around Harry’s waist so that his hands came to rest on the taunt globes of the boy’s round arse. Harry jumped a little in surprise at the touch but having caught Snape’s gaze instantly relaxed again into the man’s shoulder. Harry’s cock still stood out proudly from the nest of downy hair but Snape didn’t seem to mind it pressing into his stomach.

“Yes well you would have blown it before then if I hadn’t had the forethought to recall your old timetable from where you’d stuffed it carelessly into your trunk.” Harry was horrified as he remembered what he’d done with the old timetable and the way the Minister had searched ruthlessly through his trunk the day before. Harry looked apologetically at Snape again who rolled his eyes and squeezed his hands around Harry’s tight behind. “Don’t look at me like that Harry. It was my fault for not warning you about the inspection and I knew that Draco wouldn’t have told you so I took the liberty of removing any such incriminating evidence against me and you from your trunk with a simple retrieval spell. You may find it interesting that upon doing this spell not only did I end up with your old timetable, I also received your study notes from last months Transfiguration test where you had scrawled all over the margin, ‘I love Severus Snape.’ ‘Severus is a sexy beast.’ And one more interesting phrase that stuck in my mind, ‘I want to shag Professor Snape on his desk during potions.’” Harry sucked in a horrified gasp as he realised what page Snape had received.

“I didn’t write them. Draco did. He was being an arse.” Defending himself Harry looked to Snape in embarrassment but the professor merely chuckled and shook his head playfully.

“Oh I’m sure he wrote some of them but not all of them.” Snape looked knowingly at Harry who blushed deeply and buried his face in Snape’s neck. “You need to be more careful Harry. I want this as much as you do but we can’t afford to get caught. I’m sure you heard what Dumbledore said this afternoon and I’m not about to break his trust in me.” Harry nodded seriously as he sat up and shifted around in Snape’s lap so that he straddled it. Snape’s hands still cupped his backside as Harry leant forward and pressed a sensuous kiss to Snape’s mouth. For a moment their tongues duelled for dominance before finally Harry relented and allowed Snape to ravish his mouth. Harry moaned as his hardened cock was crushed between Snape and himself. As the kiss continued Harry felt Snape’s fingers splay across his rear, the index finger on Snape’s right hand creeping close to the valley, which led down to Harry’s hole. Harry stiffened immediately as he felt Snape’s finger trace the crack, the boy drawing back from the kiss to look awkwardly at the arm of the chair. Snape stopped immediately and drew both his hands back up to the safety of Harry’s waist, and looked seriously into the boy’s afraid eyes.

“I haven’t done….well Draco explained it to me but……I haven’t…I tried but it hurts.” Harry dropped his gaze and continued to stare at the arm of the chair completely embarrassed by how bad he had just sounded. Snape sighed heavily and reached up to turn Harry’s face back towards him, so that his gaze met the older man’s.

“It’s okay that’s fine, you’re not supposed to get it exactly right it takes practice.” Snape pressed a soft reassuring kiss to Harry’s lips, which trembled slightly in worry. “I thought it would give you time to adjust to the feeling if you tried it yourself first that’s why I asked you to ask Draco to help you but obviously my godson wasn’t the best person I could have sent you to. Draco’s a sweet boy who’s eager to help but the only thing he’s ever had remotely near his arse is toilet paper.” Harry laughed then albeit still nervously as Snape closed his eyes and leaned his head against the boy’s shoulder.

“I’m scared you’re not going to fit when we do it and that it’s going to hurt.” Harry had never had anyone to ever talk about sex with. With the Dursley’s policy in general being not to talk to Harry, and with Sirius not being the most rational person when it came to his godson’s sexual interests, it left Harry very much needing guidance from a more reliable source than his school friends. “I nearly passed out when I saw you today in the bathroom. I bet I look pretty pathetic really.” Harry closed his eyes and leaned in closely to Snape’s chest as the elder man sighed and hugged him tightly.

“Ah the Snape family curse strikes again.” Snape muttered quietly to himself as he held Harry close enjoying the feel of the boy’s even breathing on his neck.

“Curse?” Harry queried softly as he played with the silky locks of black hair that were still tied up in the leather band at the base of Snape’s neck.

“Yep, 7 ½ inches of cock certainly isn’t a blessing Harry.” Harry laughed nervously his teeth worrying his lip as he felt Snape slowly begin stroking the back of his neck, mirroring the soft caress Harry was doing on his own neck.

“7 ½ inches. You’ve actually measured it?” Harry felt Snape shift uncomfortably on the chair his hand at Harry’s waist shifting the boy so that he sat more comfortably on the man’s lap.

“How could I not, it’s the same length as my wand.” This time Harry did laugh, potions class would never be the same when Snape came in flicking his wand about as if he owned the place. “Oi, stop it I’m trying to relieve you of some stress here and all you’re doing is squirming about in my lap making it extremely difficult to concentrate.” Harry obediently stopped laughing and bit his lip as he felt Snape push against him in annoyance. “Anyway as I was saying being well hung is unfortunately a family trait and although it being a blessing for my mother and her mother before her, for me, and my prospective male bed partners it’s quite intimidating.” Snape fell silent as he felt Harry nod against his neck the boy relaxing again as the seriousness of the situation took over. “This is partially why I suggested you practicing with those talented fingers of yours early, so that when we got around to bed hopping I wasn’t going to split you from sack to crack.” Snape trailed off his own eyes drifting closed as Harry nipped and kissed softly at his neck, having pushed the collar of the high-necked robe out of the way. “I suppose in a way that’s why I’ve been traditionally a submissive partner in my relationships, the idea of having 7 ½ inches of anything up your arse isn’t exactly appealing, although Lucius did a fine job of taking me, such a shame he wasn’t………….” Snape trailed off as Harry stopped kissing his neck and sat back from him, somewhat annoyed at the turn in the conversation. It took a minute for Snape to realise what he’d said before he was pulling Harry back to him for a comforting hug. “I shouldn’t have said that, it was insensitive of me and I apologise. The only reason I ever slept with Lucious was to ensure his continued silence under the influence of imperious, and that meant distracting and getting him drunk enough so that he didn’t notice me slipping the memory blocking potions into his drinks every month.” Harry sighed heavily and nodded tightening his hold possessively on Snape as he remembered how heart broken he’d been when he’d seen Snape and Lucious together that night in Snape’s rooms.

“I love you and I want to take all of you when we fuck. Teach me and I promise I’ll practice every night until you can glide in to me.” Snape’s breath caught in his throat as he heard Harry whisper softly in his ear, the boy’s hand bravely dropping down to grab one of Snape’s hands from around his waist and bring it down to the parting of his arse cheeks. “Please.” Harry whispered pleadingly in Snape’s ear as he closed his eyes and tried to relax as Snape drew his finger down the valley of skin of the boy’s behind down to the puckered opening.

“Now that Mr Potter was the best sentence you’ve ever spoken.” Harry shivered as Snape locked his lips fiercely with his, the boy groaning into the other man’s mouth as he felt Snape’s skilled digit circle the tight opening of flesh. Snape reached blindly for the table beside his chair groping around for his wand as Harry assaulted his lips with one of his most ardent kisses yet. When Snape’s fingers found the familiar smooth object he was looking for he quickly took hold of it and taking the opportunity between breathless kisses whispered the charm he knew like the back of his hand. Almost instantly Harry squealed and shuddered as he felt a cool liquid spread inside him and shocked drew back from Snape who was smiling devilishly his wand having been discarded back onto the table, its work for the evening done.

“What the hell was that?” Harry gasped as he shifted experimentally on Snape’s lap feeling the substance inside him slowly beginning to warm as he clenched and unclenched his arse.

“That was a lubrication charm Mr Potter, one I will teach you when you’re no longer in danger of turning your insides into jelly should you attempt it during ‘Transition’.” Harry pouted dramatically. Since Draco had told him about fingering himself over the weekend Harry had been experimenting with the shop brought lube but this seemed so much easier. “Don’t pout it doesn’t suit you.” At this Snape ducked back down to capture Harry’s lips in a searing kiss, his finger that had been hovering tentatively around the boy’s opening in an attempt at relaxing the boy, now nudged its way bluntly into the tight pucker. Harry bit Snape’s tongue as he winced in pain, as the digit slowly pushed into him. “Shh, relax.” Dropping his head breathlessly to Snape’s shoulder Harry tried to relax as Snape continued to slide his finger into his arse unrelentingly.

Admittedly Harry had managed to get one of his own fingers up to the second knuckle in his own backside but it had hurt and Harry had stopped almost immediately. Now though Snape was not stopping and Harry bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed tightly as Snape drew his index finger out and pushed it a little quicker back inside crooking it just the tiniest amount. The reaction was almost immediate as Harry stiffened in pleasure before his body melted like butter onto Snape. Snape smiled secretly to himself as he began thrusting his finger back and forth into Harry, gentle enough not to tear but firm enough to open the virgin passage. Harry could hardly breath as the ball of Snape’s finger passed over that bundle of nerves inside him that made his toes tingle and his head spin. Gasping Harry automatically began pushing back against the intruding finger and Snape took that as a sign to add the second finger. Harry hardly flinched as he felt Snape add a second finger too distracted by the man’s tongue duelling with his own and the rush of sensation that shot over his body with each stab of Snape’s fingers in his arse. Crushed between them Harry’s erection begged to be touched and without thought the boy reached down to tug on it in time with Snape’s fingers. The third finger slid less easily and Harry drew away and winced in pain as he felt the burn in his arse.

“Ow.” Snape immediately stilled his fingers and brought his hand up to reassuringly stroke the back of Harry’s head as the boy took steadying breaths as he tried to accommodate the intrusion.

“You’re doing so well Harry. I wish you could see yourself, you’re beautiful when you’re debauched.” Snape whispered sexily against the boy’s neck, his fingers remaining still in the boy’s entrance as he licked and nipped at the boy’s neck. “Here let me help.” Reaching down between them where Harry’s hand was still wrapped around his leaking cock, Snape pushed the boy’s hand away and wrapped his own talented hand around the member causing Harry to push back on Snape’s fingers the three digits sliding easily into the tight passage. Harry all but screamed as Snape crooked his fingers inside him, and slide his fist up and down the boy’s rosy member. No sooner had Snape’s lips come back to meet Harry’s than the boy was coming, his arse tightening excruciatingly around Snape’s fingers as his cock pulsed out his creamy seed into the man’s awaiting hand.

Exhausted, Harry collapsed like a rag doll into Snape’s arms as the man slowly drew his fingers out of Harry’s rear and brought his sticky soiled hand up from between them. Harry tentatively wrapped his hands around Snape’s own waist as he rested his head down on Snape’s neck. The man was breathing just as heavily as Harry was and Harry listened in the silence to the thump of the man’s chest.

“A little blood but nothing serious.” Snape reached across to the grate around the fire and drew one of the rags that he used for cleaning up his potions from the drying rack and wiped his hands clinically on the rag before tossing it aside. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, I pushed you.” Snape wrapped his arms tightly about Harry’s form drawing the boy up so that they could lazily kiss in the aftermath of Harry’s orgasm. “Do you think you could do that on your own? You did promise me you’d practice if I showed you how.” Snape drew back from Harry’s lips and watched as the boy’s eyes fluttered open to stare back at him. Slowly Harry nodded and moved closer to Snape as if he wanted to crawl inside the man’s warmth and die. Something made Harry stop though as he felt the man’s own erection unsated beneath his robes. Almost immediately Harry snapped himself out of his post orgasm haze and stared seriously at his lover. Snape hadn’t seemed to notice Harry’s sudden perkiness and merely continued to run his hands through the boy’s silken hair in a soothing motion.

”Don’t you… I mean it’s not really fair that I came and you didn’t… Can I….you know…is there anything I can do for you?” Harry worried his lip in nervousness as he watched Snape turned his attention back to the present. The hand sliding through Harry’s hair stopped and Harry watched as the elder man brought his hand down between them and unbuttoned several of the fastenings of his own robe. Watching with rapt attention Harry licked his lips as he saw Snape unzipping the trousers beneath the robe to reveal the pink flush of hard flesh beneath.

“Give me your hand and I’ll show you how I like it.” Obediently Harry allowed Snape to guide his own hand down into the opening of the robes. Harry’s fingertips tentatively touched the heated flesh they found within. Snape was thick and Harry circled the cock with his hand, as Snape’s own hand wrapped around Harry’s as a guide. “Tighter Harry, I’m not going to break.” At Snape’s urging Harry tightened his fist on the man’s cock Harry’s gaze glued to that of Snape’s as he watched the man hiss in pleasure and his face relax from its usually unemotional mask. Harry could hardly believe what he was doing as Snape set a steady rhythm guiding Harry’s hand into pumping his cock. The rhythm mirrored the one Harry himself enjoyed while wanking and so easily fell into the routine. Squeezing a little tighter at the base of Snape’s cock Harry watched as Snape’s hand fell away allowing the boy free reign over his pleasure. Automatically Snape’s head dropped back onto the rest of the chair, his eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent pant as Harry continued to fist his cock.

“7 ½ inches you say? You feel like at least 10.” Harry felt brave and leaning forward licked up the curve of Snape’s neck to his ear lobe before nipping softly at the sensitive skin he found there. Snape groaned audibly and Harry felt the man’s thighs tense beneath him. Slipping his other hand into Snape’s robes Harry reached lower and cupped the man’s sack rolling the balls in his hand as he slide his finger tip through the pearly fluid he found on the tip of the man’s cock. It felt strange to touch someone else’s cock and Harry felt his own sated member twitch in sympathy. With the added slide of Snape’s pre-come Harry moved his fist quicker, enjoying the length of the cock in his fist and the way Snape’s power thighs tensed beneath him with each demanding stroke. Snape’s own hands had come down to rest on the arms of his chair, the white knuckled grip the only indicator of the man’s loss of control. “I dreamt about doing this to you. Your cock in my hand, then in my mouth…” No sooner had Harry spoken the words than he felt Snape tense sharply beneath him, the man’s cock stiffening further before Snape let out a wordless groan as he shot his load into Harry’s hand. Knowing that he enjoyed tugging himself until he was completely sated Harry continued to milk Snape’s prick until Snape’s shudders finally subsided and the tense thighs beneath Harry’s backside finally relaxed. Snape’s eyes were still closed and his mouth still open as he gasped for breath. Harry knew he’d never seen Snape so uncontrolled and with his hand still wrapped around the man’s slowly softening cock leaned forward and captured Snape’s ruby red lips in a searing kiss of passion. Snape was quick to response his own tongue reaching out to meet Harry’s as they kissed ardently.

Finally though Snape pulled away from Harry and opened his eyes, the boy nuzzling into his shoulder lovingly as the man brought up his hands to wrap comfortingly about the boy’s waist. “I like it like that too.” Harry whispered softly against Snape’s neck and Harry felt the brief shudder of delight ripple through Snape’s body before he closed his eyes and fell into the blissful sea of post orgasm glow that surrounded them both.

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

A/N Well hope you enjoyed it, it\'s tantilizingly teasing but certianlly not fullfilling, and if you think this is bad wait until you read the next chapter....

A note to those whom it concerns...

Chantalmalfoy :- Yes the image of Harry with his pants full of cum is really, really appealing to me too.

Vash_the_dork :- *hands you drool bucket quickly* Some stains just don\'t come out of velour....

Katie K :- I appologise I wasn\'t as quick as 30 seconds but great chapters, like great sex take time to accomplish, and I hope this extremely long chapter makes up for my tardiness.

DH :- *bows down to you like a god* Yes alas a flaw in my plot you have found, but like all bad situations I\'ve turned it around and used it to my advantage, as you can probably see in this chapter. Hope it makes up for my mistake and I promise not to do it again.

And for everyone else who reviewed, thanks for sticking around and taking the time to read my little story, I hope you\'ll continue to enjoy reading it.

Cheers and thanks for reviewing

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