A Twisted Web We Weave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
27,628
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
1
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.
Practice Makes Purrrfect
CHAPTER 40
“Tell me again why I’m doing this?” Harry grumbled as he shifted awkwardly on the rubber mats cushioning his knees from the stone floor of the Quidditch locker room.
“Because you go far with a good blow job.” Paris declared as he bent down and moved Harry’s hands up so that they rested on Draco’s trouser clad backside.
“Hey, I never agreed to be the guinea pig in this.” Draco squeaked as Harry squeezed his arse cheeks as instructed to do, his face hovering inches from Draco’s crotch.
“Both of you shut it, unless you want Filch catching us.” Paris snapped rapidly loosing his temper in the light of the single candle they’d dare light. It was way passed curfew, and even the ghosts had retired for the evening leaving the castle in a deathly silence. “Right so now you’re in the right position, you start mouthing him.” Paris instructed to which Harry opened his mouth wide, remembering how big Julius was and what a stretch it had been to fit the man whole into his mouth. “No!” Paris snapped again reaching down to close Harry’s mouth with a firm slap. “Not every man likes to just be eaten whole, you have to nibble, kiss and suckle the skin. Tongue his foreskin or his slit, lick his balls. You have to work him up to being sucked.” Harry looked pointedly up at Draco who had his eyes screwed tightly shut and had his head turned away. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled away from Draco to look at Paris, who was extremely frustrated at his student.
“What if he’s not hard?” Harry muttered, as he glanced back at Draco again to see the blonde still standing rigid in disgust. Paris rolled his eyes and sighed as he sat down on the bench running along the wall.
“You have to get him that way Harry by doing those things I just told you. He doesn’t even have to be exposed, you can rub against his cock through his trousers, mouth the outline of it through the material and even just breathing on it heavily works all perfectly.” Harry nodded quietly having only ever remembered Julius forcing and guiding him to something he hadn’t wanted to do in the first place. Paris read Harry’s expression easily and stood up abruptly, to grab Harry’s arm. Dragging Harry up from the floor, and towards one of the doored shower cubicles, Paris called back over his shoulder at Draco.
”Draco, open your fucking eyes and keep watch for anyone.” Draco did as he was told and Harry glanced pathetically back at Draco for held as Paris dragged him into the cubical and shut the door behind them. “Look it really is easy once you’ve tried it, so come on practice on me.” Paris leant back against the wall of the cubicle and stared at Harry waiting. Harry looked horrified down at Paris’ crotch and shook his head tightly.
“No, you’re my friend I can’t, you don’t want?” Harry stumbled over his words but before he could utter another Paris had captured his lips in a deep passionate kiss. Harry pulled back horrified, the small part of him that had freaked out at the club just raising its ugly head.
“So what Harry, I’ve been through exactly what you’ve been through. I understand, and what better way of learning something than to try it on someone who understands what you’ve been through. Now come on, on your knees and get me hard.” Harry swallowed awkwardly but at the look in Paris’ eyes slowly fell to his knees and reached around to cup the boy’s backside as he began nuzzling tentatively into the front of his pants.
As Paris had pointed it out, it was easy once you got the hang of it and Harry was soon gently exploring Paris’ firm cock with his mouth. Harry found it was far easier to think of it being Snape’s hand holding the back of his head rather than Paris’ as he sucked Paris’ length down his throat feeling the cold gold jewel at the end of the boy’s foreskin scratching his throat. Paris wasn’t half the size that Julius had been and things seemed to fit better without the stretch.
“Good, now give me your hand.” Paris breathed out heavily as he grabbed hold of Harry’s hand from one of the cheeks of his backside and pushed it into the crack of his arse. “Finger me.” Paris whispered rubbing his fingers through Harry’s hair encouraging the boy to push himself. Pulling back a little on Paris’ cock Harry twisted his index finger up into Paris’ dry arse. Paris jolted unexpectedly forcing his cock into Harry’s throat, making the boy choke. “Sorry.” Paris muttered as Harry pulled away entire to get his breath. “Out of practice.” Paris whispered a little sadly, remembering how many nights he’d spent in Julius cruel embrace.
“I’m okay thought, right?” Harry inquired as Paris reached around to help Harry get his finger inside the resisting pucker.
“Yeah, you’re good to go again.” Paris muttered as he leant back against the wall as Harry went back to his cock and the thrusting finger up inside Paris’ backside. Harry knew the signs of Paris’ impending orgasm, the boy’s balls tightening up as his backside clenched down on Harry’s intrusive finger. On instinct Harry sucked Paris the entire way down his throat as Paris’ fingers tightened in his hair and the boy trust with a silent gasp, shooting his load down Harry’s throat. Despite the heave of disgust Harry swallowed as he pulled away from Paris’ spent prick, fighting down the urge to puke as he remembered Julius taste.
“Hey, you don’t have to swallow.” Paris muttered as he turned Harry around so that he could be sick in the drain hole. Wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve Harry sat down on his arse on the cold floor and stared up at Paris expectantly. Paris smiled as he grabbed a piece of toilet paper from under the door of the next cubical and wiped his cock before tucking it away. “If you don’t want to swallow just pull off, let him cum on your face, or aim it for your own cock or something, smear it round his belly. But for future reference if you’re going to swallow, milk him until he finishes it’s only polite.” Paris offered a hand down to Harry, who gratefully accepted the help up. “See, you enjoyed it too.” Paris whispered as he gestured to the tented fabric of Harry’s jeans. Harry blushed a little and adjusted himself. That could wait till he was alone later. “Come on let’s find Blondie.” Opening the door to the cubicle quickly Harry and Paris sniggered when they sat Draco asleep on the bench.
Quietly the pair woke up Draco, and after a small inquest into what the hell they’d been doing in the cubicle, the three of them snuck back to their dorms…
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Sorry to post and Run I'm late for work AGAIN!!!!
Cheers and please review
RIFFRAFF
“Tell me again why I’m doing this?” Harry grumbled as he shifted awkwardly on the rubber mats cushioning his knees from the stone floor of the Quidditch locker room.
“Because you go far with a good blow job.” Paris declared as he bent down and moved Harry’s hands up so that they rested on Draco’s trouser clad backside.
“Hey, I never agreed to be the guinea pig in this.” Draco squeaked as Harry squeezed his arse cheeks as instructed to do, his face hovering inches from Draco’s crotch.
“Both of you shut it, unless you want Filch catching us.” Paris snapped rapidly loosing his temper in the light of the single candle they’d dare light. It was way passed curfew, and even the ghosts had retired for the evening leaving the castle in a deathly silence. “Right so now you’re in the right position, you start mouthing him.” Paris instructed to which Harry opened his mouth wide, remembering how big Julius was and what a stretch it had been to fit the man whole into his mouth. “No!” Paris snapped again reaching down to close Harry’s mouth with a firm slap. “Not every man likes to just be eaten whole, you have to nibble, kiss and suckle the skin. Tongue his foreskin or his slit, lick his balls. You have to work him up to being sucked.” Harry looked pointedly up at Draco who had his eyes screwed tightly shut and had his head turned away. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled away from Draco to look at Paris, who was extremely frustrated at his student.
“What if he’s not hard?” Harry muttered, as he glanced back at Draco again to see the blonde still standing rigid in disgust. Paris rolled his eyes and sighed as he sat down on the bench running along the wall.
“You have to get him that way Harry by doing those things I just told you. He doesn’t even have to be exposed, you can rub against his cock through his trousers, mouth the outline of it through the material and even just breathing on it heavily works all perfectly.” Harry nodded quietly having only ever remembered Julius forcing and guiding him to something he hadn’t wanted to do in the first place. Paris read Harry’s expression easily and stood up abruptly, to grab Harry’s arm. Dragging Harry up from the floor, and towards one of the doored shower cubicles, Paris called back over his shoulder at Draco.
”Draco, open your fucking eyes and keep watch for anyone.” Draco did as he was told and Harry glanced pathetically back at Draco for held as Paris dragged him into the cubical and shut the door behind them. “Look it really is easy once you’ve tried it, so come on practice on me.” Paris leant back against the wall of the cubicle and stared at Harry waiting. Harry looked horrified down at Paris’ crotch and shook his head tightly.
“No, you’re my friend I can’t, you don’t want?” Harry stumbled over his words but before he could utter another Paris had captured his lips in a deep passionate kiss. Harry pulled back horrified, the small part of him that had freaked out at the club just raising its ugly head.
“So what Harry, I’ve been through exactly what you’ve been through. I understand, and what better way of learning something than to try it on someone who understands what you’ve been through. Now come on, on your knees and get me hard.” Harry swallowed awkwardly but at the look in Paris’ eyes slowly fell to his knees and reached around to cup the boy’s backside as he began nuzzling tentatively into the front of his pants.
As Paris had pointed it out, it was easy once you got the hang of it and Harry was soon gently exploring Paris’ firm cock with his mouth. Harry found it was far easier to think of it being Snape’s hand holding the back of his head rather than Paris’ as he sucked Paris’ length down his throat feeling the cold gold jewel at the end of the boy’s foreskin scratching his throat. Paris wasn’t half the size that Julius had been and things seemed to fit better without the stretch.
“Good, now give me your hand.” Paris breathed out heavily as he grabbed hold of Harry’s hand from one of the cheeks of his backside and pushed it into the crack of his arse. “Finger me.” Paris whispered rubbing his fingers through Harry’s hair encouraging the boy to push himself. Pulling back a little on Paris’ cock Harry twisted his index finger up into Paris’ dry arse. Paris jolted unexpectedly forcing his cock into Harry’s throat, making the boy choke. “Sorry.” Paris muttered as Harry pulled away entire to get his breath. “Out of practice.” Paris whispered a little sadly, remembering how many nights he’d spent in Julius cruel embrace.
“I’m okay thought, right?” Harry inquired as Paris reached around to help Harry get his finger inside the resisting pucker.
“Yeah, you’re good to go again.” Paris muttered as he leant back against the wall as Harry went back to his cock and the thrusting finger up inside Paris’ backside. Harry knew the signs of Paris’ impending orgasm, the boy’s balls tightening up as his backside clenched down on Harry’s intrusive finger. On instinct Harry sucked Paris the entire way down his throat as Paris’ fingers tightened in his hair and the boy trust with a silent gasp, shooting his load down Harry’s throat. Despite the heave of disgust Harry swallowed as he pulled away from Paris’ spent prick, fighting down the urge to puke as he remembered Julius taste.
“Hey, you don’t have to swallow.” Paris muttered as he turned Harry around so that he could be sick in the drain hole. Wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve Harry sat down on his arse on the cold floor and stared up at Paris expectantly. Paris smiled as he grabbed a piece of toilet paper from under the door of the next cubical and wiped his cock before tucking it away. “If you don’t want to swallow just pull off, let him cum on your face, or aim it for your own cock or something, smear it round his belly. But for future reference if you’re going to swallow, milk him until he finishes it’s only polite.” Paris offered a hand down to Harry, who gratefully accepted the help up. “See, you enjoyed it too.” Paris whispered as he gestured to the tented fabric of Harry’s jeans. Harry blushed a little and adjusted himself. That could wait till he was alone later. “Come on let’s find Blondie.” Opening the door to the cubicle quickly Harry and Paris sniggered when they sat Draco asleep on the bench.
Quietly the pair woke up Draco, and after a small inquest into what the hell they’d been doing in the cubicle, the three of them snuck back to their dorms…
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N Sorry to post and Run I'm late for work AGAIN!!!!
Cheers and please review
RIFFRAFF