Never Wake a Sleepwalker

Chapter 5--Greedy Brat

Harry snuggled into the arms holding him so securely as Snape strode through the halls; not wanting, but feeling compelled, to say, "I can walk, you know."

Snape merely crooked one eyebrow at him and tightened his grip on Harry, a dry, "You wouldn't be trying to insult my stamina and vigour at this point, would you, Potter?" escaping him.

Hearing the words "stamina and vigour" made Harry's humour fade, to be replaced by a sizzling awareness of the man holding him. He was achingly conscious of a hand wrapped around his lower thigh and the tip of a long finger brushing occasionally just beneath the nub of a nipple. His breathing became harsh and erratic, drawing Snape's notice.

"Problem, Potter?" he asked, cutting his dark eyes to Harry's face in a sly look of fiendish satisfaction.

Harry whimpered, and brought his hands up from where they'd been loosely circling Snape's neck, to thread his fingers in slightly lank hair. Parting his lips on a soft sigh, Harry pulled gently on Snape's head and leaned forward until he could nuzzle into the fascinatingly fragrant skin of Snape's throat, glorying in the telltale speeding of the pulse there.

He let his tongue slide teasingly against the thick tendon there, gasping in pleasure when the hand at his chest shifted and a nail scratched lightly over the hard tip of his nipple. He whimpered again and bit down lightly, worrying the skin between his teeth as his hips moved in a slightly rolling rhythm. He was vaguely aware when Snape carried him through a doorway. The rumble of his voice as Snape set the wards vibrated against Harry's lips and he broke out in small tremors, knowing that no matter what, he would never be able to last.

"Please," he moaned into Snape's ear, trying to get closer yet to the object of all his desires.

"What do you want, Potter?" Snape asked, voice rough and low, crushed velvet rubbing over Harry's senses. He slowly lowered Harry to the floor, allowing his body to glide down the front of his, robbing Harry of coherent thought.

"I...I can't stop thinking about your hands. Sweet Merlin, just touch me with them, touch me like you did before, in the hallway. Please." Harry was panting, almost frantic now in his need.

Snape slid his hand down slowly, edging under the waistband of Harry's sleep pants, running one long finger gently over the seam of his buttocks while the others splayed out over one cheek, smoothing the skin there, kneading softly. "Is this what you want, Potter?" Snape asked, breathing the question into Harry's ear.

"Yes! No! Gods, it's not enough! More...please...I need more."

"Greedy brat..."

~*~

Severus smiled smugly as he allowed his questing finger to part the firm cheeks of Potter's arse and slide down to stroke languidly against the puckered little opening. When Potter moaned and clutched desperately at his robes, curving his lithe, compact body into Severus' much taller frame, the smile slid off his lips. The pleasure he'd received from teasing the needy young man in his arms all week was muted by his own rampant desires.

When Potter latched once more onto the sensitive skin at his throat, Severus was unable to hold back a hiss of pure want. Plunging the hand not busy memorizing Potter's beautiful arse into his messy hair, Severus pulled until the assault on his neck ceased, and lowered his head to capture Potter's lips with his own.

This kiss was everything their first sleepwalking-induced kiss in the hallway hadn't been. It was fierce and hard and fast. Severus growled low in his throat when he felt Potter's nimble fingers working frantically at the row of buttons on the front of Severus' robes. When it was open enough to simply slip off his shoulders, Potter plunged his hands under the fabric and it slithered off Severus, gliding slowly down his arms to pool at his feet in a black puddle of material.

Potter immediately set his keen fingers to the task of removing Severus' long sleeved, starched, black shirt, giving up halfway and simply ripping the material open when his frustration at not being able to touch skin became too great. Small black buttons flew everywhere, bouncing under furniture and across low tables with the force of Potter's passion.

When he immediately moved to attack the belt buckle, Severus stopped him, pulling his hand out of Potter's sleep pants to grasp at his wrists. "Patience is a virtue, Potter. Have I not taught you even that much this week?"

Potter's eyes narrowed in ire, and he pushed Severus back against a wall with his body, mouth attacking a dark nipple as he struggled to free his hands. Severus' head fell back against the wall, as Potter's wriggling hands brushed against his straining erection. The hot mouth nipping and licking at his chest was nearly as distracting, but Severus didn't pride himself on his restraint for nothing.

Utilizing a bit of force, he pulled those wandering hands away from his groin, noting absently that his belt had come unbuckled in the struggle. He brought Potter's hands around behind the young man, capturing him in an embrace at the same time. Severus leaned down and began nibbling on Potter's rather delicate ear as he steered him backward into the bedroom.

His wards were set to human presence in his rooms; as soon as they crossed the threshold soft light illuminated the room. He didn't pause or stumble even once, and within moments, he was lifting Potter, to place him in the middle of the large bed. As he stood back to appreciate the view, he watched a wicked look flash through Potter's eyes before he sat up and began to crawl toward Severus, his young body all lithe grace.

"Do I need to tie you up, Potter?" Severus asked smoothly, satisfied to watch Potter's eyes glaze over at the promise underlying his light tone.

~*~

Harry froze, a rush of need at Snape's suggestive words leaving him shaken and nearly ready to beg. He allowed his head to drop down below his shoulders for a moment, using the brief few seconds to attempt to gather his composure. Sucking in a deep breath, he raised his head back up, and speared Snape with a look so filled with pleading Harry would remember this moment with a touch of chagrin. Later. Much later. For now, all he did was say, "Please."

"Such a pretty word. What, exactly, do you want? Tell me."

Harry looked into Snape's eyes, mouth falling open with a tiny sound as he saw the blazing passion clearly written there. He was so used to this man hiding every thought and emotion that seeing his need laid bare shook Harry to the core.

"I want…everything," Harry admitted softly, the words barely audible.

"Everything? Hmm. Lay back, then, Potter, against the pillows."

Harry sucked in a deep breath and resumed his original position on the bed, though he was unable to lay still under the hot scrutiny from Snape. He could not stop his body from rubbing luxuriously against the soft bed spread.

"Problem, Potter?" Snape asked, voice pitched low and filled with seduction.

Harry tossed his head, that dark voice going straight to his prick. "Oh, Merlin!"

He heard Snape tsk, before stating humorously, "'Sir' will do…for now. You look like you're in pain, Potter. Would you like me to make it better? I could…massage it for you."

Harry's fractured cry must have sounded like permission because before he knew it, his sleep pants were gone and long fingers were wrapping around his cock. He tried to hold back, really he did, but when he glanced down and saw those fingers stroking him—long, thin, slightly stained—he lost it.

He'd never had such a powerful orgasm in his life. He came so hard his feet cramped up and his thighs quivered for a full three minutes. As he finally relaxed back against the pillows, he became aware that Snape was leaning over him, licking the come from his chest. His recently spent cock stirred at the sight of that slender—was everything about this man long and slender?!—tongue lapping at the thick, creamy semen on his chest like a cat after milk caused Harry to moan.

Forgetting the threat—promise?—to tie him up, he pulled his hands down to bury his fingers in the long, inky black strands of Snape's hair. A rumbling noise let him know that his lover was not averse to having fingers stroking along his scalp.

~*~

Severus left off his treat to sit back and look his fill at the taut, toned young body stretched out on his bed. He made a mental note to sacrifice a small mammal to whichever deity was responsible for this treat. As his eyes swept downward to Potter's toes—a particular kink of Severus'—he snorted an amused laugh.

Potter, still breathing erratically, pushed himself to his elbows, and asked softly, "What?"

"It seems I was remiss in disrobing you," Severus replied, eyes lingering on the ugly cotton socks still covering Potter's feet. When he shifted his gaze back to Potter's face, he saw the extraordinarily arousing sight of a blush spreading over the young man's chest to stain his cheeks a soft pink colour.

With a decidedly wicked smile, Severus slowly eased off the bed and walked to the end of it, picking up one smallish foot in his large hands. He slid his fingers under the top of one of Potter's sock, gliding it over his anklebone with a caress that caused his breath to hitch before guiding the material over the bend of his heel. He allowed his fingers to tickle along the sensitive underside of the foot, lips quirking when Potter flinched. Bringing the foot up, he murmured a cleaning spell and took one of the delightfully curved toes in his mouth, smiling around it when Potter started trembling.

He didn't know if the young man was a virgin, but it was obvious he'd never been seduced by one who knew what he was doing. Severus' eyes glinted with satisfaction at that realisation. He pulled his mouth slowly off the toes, sucking in beautiful imitation of another action he was determined to perform later this evening. Keeping his gaze locked on Potter's, he licked down the inside of the foot, sweeping his tongue up to pay special attention to the delicate anklebone resting just under the skin there. A smirk curved his lips when Potter dug his head backward into the pillow, a small cry wrenched from his throat as his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

The boy was far too easy to arouse. Ahh, to be that young again. Severus smirked as he paid equal attention to Potter's other foot, this time not stopping at the ankle, but continuing to nibble up the surprisingly long leg. As he rose higher on Potter's body, he crawled gracefully onto the bed, licking and sucking small kisses on the inside of his knees, his thighs, and bypassing the engorged erection to scrape his teeth over beautifully protruding hip bones.

When he felt hands trying to guide him back to Potter's pleasure center, Severus growled and whispered an incantation, eyes narrowing in satisfaction as he looked up the line of Potter's body to see his hands shackled to the headboard of the bed. As his gaze drifted back down, Severus had to close his eyes at the all too erotic sight of Potter's face. It was the sexiest 'fuck me' face he'd ever encountered.

Potters eyes were mere slits, a teasing hint of darkest green peeking out from between his black lashes. His mouth was open in a frozen plea, lips red and swollen, from their earlier, almost brutal, kisses, as well as his tendency to bite them when aroused. His face—his entire upper body, actually—were flushed with desire, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he sucked in great lungfuls of oxygen.

Severus opened his eyes once more, steadying himself with a firm grip on Potter's sleekly muscled thigh. Teasing himself, wanting to see how far he could push the young man in his bed, he leaned down until his mouth was directly over Potter's cock. And then he softly called his name, allowing his breath to gust over sensitive flesh. "Harry."

That was all it took to turn Potter from a quiescent, post orgasmic partner to a twisting, moaning wild thing. The rough calls of 'please!' and 'oh, gods!' made Severus chuckle softly, even as his own erection begged for attention. Lifting and spreading Potter's thighs ever wider, he summoned a pillow and placed it under the slim hips. Sliding down flush against the bed again, he forcefully held those same hips in place as he lowered his head. "Look at me, Harry. Watch me."

Potter's head came off the pillow, eyes burning bright, muscles corded as he fought the restraints on his arms. He was past words at this point, the only sounds he was capable of producing seemed to be harshly demanding noises. Locking gazes with Potter, Severus ducked down 'til he was perfectly positioned, and spread the firm arse cheeks before languidly swiping his tongue over the tiny puckered opening. Potter screamed, hips driving off the bed in reaction, tearing free of Severus' grasp.

Severus was amazed to see that Potter hadn't come, after the force of his reaction to that first teasing bit of rimming. When he settled back down, Severus threw an arm over his hips and settled in to do this properly. Drawing back momentarily, he whispered another spell, ensuring Potter would not come until Severus wanted him to. And then, he dove in.

~*~

Harry was mindless with passion, unable to hold on to any thought. All he knew was that his body was being played by a master, the tongue driving so forcefully into his arse pulling screams from his throat. When a hand crept up his chest to pluck lazily at his nipple, a tear of frustration squeezed itself out of Harry's eye. He was moaning and pleading, so far beyond begging at this point that 'please' was a mere memory. The tongue in his arse was curling and licking and thrusting and Harry was so hard he hurt, but the constriction of his balls and cock was keeping him from fulfillment.

Harry surged forward when he felt Snape let go of him, trying to follow that body, that tongue, that had been bringing him so much pleasure. He didn't realise he'd shut his eyes until he had to force them open to see where Snape was. What he saw caused him to drop his head, breathing a small prayer of 'yesyesyesyes'.

Snape was slowly unbuttoning his trousers, lowering the zip carefully over his burgeoning arousal. He peeled off both trousers and boxers in one go, sliding them down long, pale, lean legs. When he straightened back up, Harry sucked in a hungry breath. 'Long and thin' apparently did not apply to everything about the man. Long, definitely, but thick as well, Snape's cock was dark red and shiny with arousal.

Harry knew he was probably blubbering at this point, but he wanted his hands released. He wanted to touch it…needed to touch it. Snape apparently understood his guttural moans, because with a command, the restraints were gone, and Harry's hands were drawn like magnets to that generous erection.

With a small whimper, he closed his fingers around Snape, some part of him delighting in the hissing breath that was expelled above him. Harry turned liquid eyes up to the man he'd been waiting forever for, and whispered, "Fuck me."

Snape growled in acceptance before pushing Harry back down and taking his mouth in a dangerously passionate kiss. So lost was he in the mouth claiming him that Harry very nearly didn't notice the fingers preparing him so excellently. He did miss Snape getting the lube that he was currently working into Harry's opening as he stretched the muscles there.

Snape's mouth left his, causing him to release a needy moan, his head lifting from the pillow to follow, lips trembling for another taste. "Look at me," he was commanded, and, acceding to the demand of that voice, slowly lifted his lids, staring blindly into jet black eyes, as he was slowly penetrated.

Harry cried out and arched up. It burned, but it was so good; what he wanted and needed more than anything, yet it hurt, too. Tossing his head on the pillow, he pulled against Snape's forearms, not sure if he wanted more or less of this exquisite pain.

~*~

Severus looked down at Potter, jaw clenched as he held himself still. He couldn't remember ever thrusting into a tighter, hotter arse in all his considerable experience. The noises Potter was making were driving him to distraction and he was only able to remain motionless by sheer force of will.

When Potter relaxed completely and began rocking his hips, making little mewling sounds, Severus nearly broke down and thanked him. As it was, he had to keep an iron hand on his own personal reins, forcing himself to move slowly, dragging his cock out gradually before pushing smoothly back in.

He kept up his slow rhythm for several minutes, until Potter reached up, clasped his buttocks, planted his feet in the mattress and slammed Severus into him. "You're going too slow," he gasped.

"I can see" thrust "finesse" stifled moan "is not your strong suit. Fuck, Potter!" Severus hissed when Potter raked his short fingernails down his back. Giving in to the demanding young man, he sped up the pace until he was slamming into Potter, the dull slapping sound of skin on skin punctuated by sharp cries and deep moans.

As he felt the signals of his impending orgasm, Severus had the presence of mind to mutter the incantation to release Potter from the magical restraints surrounding his cock and balls, and lowered his head to murmur, "Come for me, Harry."

With a convulsive shudder and a shout, Potter came, his hands scrabbling at everything within reach as his back arched off the bed. Caught up in the entirely too sexy view below him, Severus stopped holding back. With three more shallow thrusts, he was releasing into Potter's grasping channel, a low moan pulled from his lungs.

Collapsing to the side, Severus lay there, trying to order his scattered wits, hell, even to remember his own name. That was the most explosive orgasm he could ever remember having and if he wasn't so busy trying to relearn how to breathe, he'd probably do something foolish like declare his undying lust for the young man who had the audacity to drape himself across his chest.

~*~

Harry looked down at Snape, caught in wonder at how different he looked when he was relaxed and sated. Casting a quick cleaning charm over the whole bed, he slid down and laid his head on Snape's chest.

"Are you comfortable?" he heard Snape grouch, in his snarkiest tone.

"Mmm, yeah, very much. Thanks for asking," Harry replied with a cheeky grin, before snuggling closer. An easy silence descended over them as they recovered from the very strenuous activities of the evening.

The longer Harry laid there, however, the more uncomfortable he became. What should he do now? Should he get up and leave? He didn't want to force Snape to throw him out, but he wanted to explore this a bit further, as well. Nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip, he nearly jumped out of his skin when Snape asked, a bit sharply, "What?!"

Harry lifted his head and raised wide, confused eyes to Snape. "Is it all right if I stay the night?" he asked softly. It was the closest he could come to asking the question he most wanted answered.

"Now that I've witnessed first hand how woefully inadequate your sexual education has been, I expect you to gather your things and bring them here," Snape replied with a smirk. "It would take the most dedicated student at least a month of intensive training to be prepared for the outside world in all things sensual. Considering what an abysmal student you've proven to be over the years, it may well take you the entire summer, if not longer, to become proficient at the art of lovemaking."

Harry lowered his head, hiding a grin. "Yes, sir. I will study every day, I promise." He waited for the satisfied grunt he knew was coming before adding, "Just as long as you promise to give me detention whenever I need it."

"Greedy brat."

The End.