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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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13,022
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41
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One Month later...
This is the chapter hinted at in The One before the Gratuitous sex scene. Hope you enjoy! We had a blast writing it. Q and A.
Harry, on his knees, looked up into Severus\' face. "I\'m sorry," he croaked, "I just can\'t take it all the way down."
Severus, looking rather smug at this compliment, patted Harry\'s head softly. "Practise makes perfect," he groaned as Harry\'s pink tongue licked at his tip. "Oh, god bless AFF!" he moaned as Harry got to work once more.
Over lunch that day, Harry considered Severus\' words. Practise makes perfect. Fine, he thought, but practise on what, other than Sev\'s cock? He felt his mouth water at the thought and hurriedly picked up a piece of fruit to hide his dribbling. Without really paying attention, he peeled the skin from the fruit and slid it into his mouth. A banana, he suddenly realised, and felt an idea form in his mind...
Dobby?" Harry asked, wheedling, as he stood in the kitchens. Around him, the house elves were busy clearing up after lunch and preparing tea. Only Dobby paid the human any attention.
"Master Harry, sir!" he squeaked, bowing low, his many hats wobbling, "How can Dobby help Master Harry?"
Harry coughed awkwardly and glanced around, but none of the other creatures were listening, "I need to have some fruit and vegetables sent to my quarters. You know I\'m living with Snape, right?" he added quickly.
Harry shuffled from foot to foot as the elf nodded, hats a-wobbling madly, "Could you erm, send me a tray of bananas, sausages, cucumbers, erm, long stuff to my room. You. No one else." he added hurriedly as Dobby seemed about to signal another elf. "And, Dobby," Harry went on, face flaming, "I don\'t want anyone to know, it\'s for a surprise, all right?"
Dobby nodded so vigorously his ears continued waggling after his head was still, "Of course master Harry, Dobby is always glad to help master Harry in anything. I is hoping Master Harry will share the surprise with Dobby."
Harry felt hysterical laughter bubbling in him. "No, Dobby, you really don\'t!"
Back in his room, laden down with a tray of food stuffs from Dobby, Harry set about trying to relax. He tentatively put one cucumber into his mouth, then gagged as usual when it hit the back of his throat. He decided to read a bit of porn to get him in the mood, so switched on the computer and went to his favourite site.
Two hours later, the vegetables were being lovingly fondled and licked by a very horny Harry.
It was a baffled Dobby who collected the saliva covered (and in some cases awkwardly bruised) food items from Harry\'s room when requested.
Harry was lying on the floor, propped up by the couch and had vegetables spread about him. He idly licked cucumber juice from his fingers, relishing the slight stickiness. With a slightly shaking hand he reluctantly returned the partly mashed item to the tray.
"Same again tomorrow," Harry croaked.
***
Two weeks later, Dobby entered the room, the tray hovering in front of him. He hadn’t checked with Master Harry whether the tray would be required today, but had anticipated it would be and so brought it along.
“AH! Oh Merlin!” Severus groaned.
Dobby’s eyes widened. Why was Master Severus trying to drill something into Master Harry’s mouth? And why, if it was so painful, was Master Severus continuing? And surely it was uncomfortable for Master Harry to have his hair gripped so tightly? Was it some sort of strange medical exam? Dobby had once seen Madam Pomfrey stick a wooden stick down a student\'s throat.
“You’re…much…better…at…this!” Severus gasped, letting his fingers ease up their death grip.
Harry popped off the dripping cock, a pleased smile on his face. “I’ve been practising,” he admitted, face blushing a little.
“Indeed?” Severus commented, eyebrow raised. “With whom?”
“Not whom. What.” Harry said.
Suddenly, Dobby looked at the items on the tray floating in front of him. This was how Master Harry had become so much better at whatever it was Master Severus liked.
His head gave an involuntary twitch. Those vegetables…
He hadn’t wanted to waste them, so they had been used in stews.
His head twitched again.
All the elves had eaten those stews and said how tasty the food was.
His head jerked spasmodically. He didn’t stay to see Harry demonstrating his new found skill. He ran, head jerking crazily, and was sick.
Harry, on his knees, looked up into Severus\' face. "I\'m sorry," he croaked, "I just can\'t take it all the way down."
Severus, looking rather smug at this compliment, patted Harry\'s head softly. "Practise makes perfect," he groaned as Harry\'s pink tongue licked at his tip. "Oh, god bless AFF!" he moaned as Harry got to work once more.
Over lunch that day, Harry considered Severus\' words. Practise makes perfect. Fine, he thought, but practise on what, other than Sev\'s cock? He felt his mouth water at the thought and hurriedly picked up a piece of fruit to hide his dribbling. Without really paying attention, he peeled the skin from the fruit and slid it into his mouth. A banana, he suddenly realised, and felt an idea form in his mind...
Dobby?" Harry asked, wheedling, as he stood in the kitchens. Around him, the house elves were busy clearing up after lunch and preparing tea. Only Dobby paid the human any attention.
"Master Harry, sir!" he squeaked, bowing low, his many hats wobbling, "How can Dobby help Master Harry?"
Harry coughed awkwardly and glanced around, but none of the other creatures were listening, "I need to have some fruit and vegetables sent to my quarters. You know I\'m living with Snape, right?" he added quickly.
Harry shuffled from foot to foot as the elf nodded, hats a-wobbling madly, "Could you erm, send me a tray of bananas, sausages, cucumbers, erm, long stuff to my room. You. No one else." he added hurriedly as Dobby seemed about to signal another elf. "And, Dobby," Harry went on, face flaming, "I don\'t want anyone to know, it\'s for a surprise, all right?"
Dobby nodded so vigorously his ears continued waggling after his head was still, "Of course master Harry, Dobby is always glad to help master Harry in anything. I is hoping Master Harry will share the surprise with Dobby."
Harry felt hysterical laughter bubbling in him. "No, Dobby, you really don\'t!"
Back in his room, laden down with a tray of food stuffs from Dobby, Harry set about trying to relax. He tentatively put one cucumber into his mouth, then gagged as usual when it hit the back of his throat. He decided to read a bit of porn to get him in the mood, so switched on the computer and went to his favourite site.
Two hours later, the vegetables were being lovingly fondled and licked by a very horny Harry.
It was a baffled Dobby who collected the saliva covered (and in some cases awkwardly bruised) food items from Harry\'s room when requested.
Harry was lying on the floor, propped up by the couch and had vegetables spread about him. He idly licked cucumber juice from his fingers, relishing the slight stickiness. With a slightly shaking hand he reluctantly returned the partly mashed item to the tray.
"Same again tomorrow," Harry croaked.
***
Two weeks later, Dobby entered the room, the tray hovering in front of him. He hadn’t checked with Master Harry whether the tray would be required today, but had anticipated it would be and so brought it along.
“AH! Oh Merlin!” Severus groaned.
Dobby’s eyes widened. Why was Master Severus trying to drill something into Master Harry’s mouth? And why, if it was so painful, was Master Severus continuing? And surely it was uncomfortable for Master Harry to have his hair gripped so tightly? Was it some sort of strange medical exam? Dobby had once seen Madam Pomfrey stick a wooden stick down a student\'s throat.
“You’re…much…better…at…this!” Severus gasped, letting his fingers ease up their death grip.
Harry popped off the dripping cock, a pleased smile on his face. “I’ve been practising,” he admitted, face blushing a little.
“Indeed?” Severus commented, eyebrow raised. “With whom?”
“Not whom. What.” Harry said.
Suddenly, Dobby looked at the items on the tray floating in front of him. This was how Master Harry had become so much better at whatever it was Master Severus liked.
His head gave an involuntary twitch. Those vegetables…
He hadn’t wanted to waste them, so they had been used in stews.
His head twitched again.
All the elves had eaten those stews and said how tasty the food was.
His head jerked spasmodically. He didn’t stay to see Harry demonstrating his new found skill. He ran, head jerking crazily, and was sick.