Fall Out
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
8,022
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
8,022
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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.
In which the story really earns its ...
08/06/08 - Dear all! I wasn\'t planning on updating this just yet, but this chapter wanted to be out there, so, here it is!
Thank you to my lovely reviewers - you guys are FAB! SP
Chapter Six: In which the story really earns its adult++ rating.
Lucius, still in Studdy’s skin, crept close to the bedroom door. It was ajar and he had a perfect view of the bed.
The Potter brat was moaning as Snape kissed the youth’s chest, tongue out and lapping at the smooth golden skin.
Such a waste of effort. Just flip him over and fuck him.
Snape licked his way down and his head settled between the brat’s legs. A strangled cry came from the youngster, and one hand clenched hard into the older man’s long straggly black hair.
Abstractly, Lucius noticed that Snape’s hair didn’t seem quite as greasy as normal.
Sucking noises were heard from the room, along with desperate words. “Oh, please! No more! God! Sevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!”
Pathetic
Malfoy swiped at his own limp cock, annoyed that even this sight wasn’t making him hard. It turned him on, most definitely, but the potion’s effects were still afflicting him.
In the room, he noticed that the Potter idiot was thrashing his head from side to side, a tense look on his face.
“I’m gonna … Sev, I’m …”
The younger man shuddered and screamed, his hips thrusting up powerfully as he shot his seed into his lover’s mouth. Snape seemed to be sucking every last drop from his partner, and, when he lifted his head, there was a smug smile on his face.
“God!” the brat whined breathlessly, “Every time! I swear you could make me come just by saying you were going to suck me off!”
“We’ll have to try it one time,” Snape said, his tongue licking white fluid from his lips.
Lucius bit back a growl of annoyance. He ached to shot his own load off, but the thrice cursed potion wouldn’t allow it. He glowered as he watched the Potter fool wriggle free and roll over, legs spread so trustingly apart.
Little idiot wouldn’t have lasted three days in Slytherin!
The blond watched in amazement as Snape didn’t just shove his prick in. Instead, the older man tapped the fool’s ass, watching as it was raised expectantly, then reached for a half used jar of clear viscous fluid. He smeared it over his fingers and worked one digit easily into the youth.
Lucius bit back a whimper – his body burned with the need to fuck.
A second finger was soon buried within Potter. And a third. The man himself, head pressed against the pillows, was clawing at the sheets, hips jerking in time with the thrusts of the digits within him.
“Come on!” Potter groaned, “What are you waiting for?”
Lucius wondered the same thing. The boy was willing, thoroughly prepared, and in the right position. So why wasn’t Snape’s cock reaming him?
“You’re sure?” Snape sounded worried. “I was a bit rough last night. Are you sure you’re fine?”
Fucking bastard! Flaunting his sex life!
“Fuck me!” the Potter whore wailed.
Apparently, even Snape had his limits, for he moved quickly between the spread quivering thighs, tugged his fingers free and guided his dick into the hole.
Some internal alarm made Lucius stop taking in the frustrating sight in front of him and wonder what was wrong. Nothing occurred, so he carried on looking.
“Harder!” the brat moaned.
Lucius had to admit that Snape had selected a good bed-mate: willing, slutty, and with a good body.
Shame he isn’t taking full advantage of it. the blond thought, I would.
The whore whimpered with pleasure as Snape began thrusting steadily into him.
BASTARDS! Lucius thought viciously. Just you two wait til I get my revenge!
He suddenly realised what his body had been trying to remind him – he was only ‘Studdy’ for an hour, and the hour was almost up. He apparated out of the room and hurried back to the spot with the glowing orange trail. It was faint, but just visible to him as he was searching for it. He stepped on the spot and apparated away as his fingers began to change from old and wrinkled to pale and elegantly manicured.
He apparated back in his own study, the pillow case stretching ominously across his chest. He pulled it off before it ripped and shoved it into the cupboard. Butt naked, he scrambled for his clothes and pulled them on. Just in time, as Narcissa walked in unannounced, Studdy carrying a mountainous pile of bags. His wife took in his dishevelled appearance.
“I see your problem is causing you some discomfort.” She observed, sharp eyes scouring the space. “Good.”
Thank you to my lovely reviewers - you guys are FAB! SP
Chapter Six: In which the story really earns its adult++ rating.
Lucius, still in Studdy’s skin, crept close to the bedroom door. It was ajar and he had a perfect view of the bed.
The Potter brat was moaning as Snape kissed the youth’s chest, tongue out and lapping at the smooth golden skin.
Such a waste of effort. Just flip him over and fuck him.
Snape licked his way down and his head settled between the brat’s legs. A strangled cry came from the youngster, and one hand clenched hard into the older man’s long straggly black hair.
Abstractly, Lucius noticed that Snape’s hair didn’t seem quite as greasy as normal.
Sucking noises were heard from the room, along with desperate words. “Oh, please! No more! God! Sevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!”
Pathetic
Malfoy swiped at his own limp cock, annoyed that even this sight wasn’t making him hard. It turned him on, most definitely, but the potion’s effects were still afflicting him.
In the room, he noticed that the Potter idiot was thrashing his head from side to side, a tense look on his face.
“I’m gonna … Sev, I’m …”
The younger man shuddered and screamed, his hips thrusting up powerfully as he shot his seed into his lover’s mouth. Snape seemed to be sucking every last drop from his partner, and, when he lifted his head, there was a smug smile on his face.
“God!” the brat whined breathlessly, “Every time! I swear you could make me come just by saying you were going to suck me off!”
“We’ll have to try it one time,” Snape said, his tongue licking white fluid from his lips.
Lucius bit back a growl of annoyance. He ached to shot his own load off, but the thrice cursed potion wouldn’t allow it. He glowered as he watched the Potter fool wriggle free and roll over, legs spread so trustingly apart.
Little idiot wouldn’t have lasted three days in Slytherin!
The blond watched in amazement as Snape didn’t just shove his prick in. Instead, the older man tapped the fool’s ass, watching as it was raised expectantly, then reached for a half used jar of clear viscous fluid. He smeared it over his fingers and worked one digit easily into the youth.
Lucius bit back a whimper – his body burned with the need to fuck.
A second finger was soon buried within Potter. And a third. The man himself, head pressed against the pillows, was clawing at the sheets, hips jerking in time with the thrusts of the digits within him.
“Come on!” Potter groaned, “What are you waiting for?”
Lucius wondered the same thing. The boy was willing, thoroughly prepared, and in the right position. So why wasn’t Snape’s cock reaming him?
“You’re sure?” Snape sounded worried. “I was a bit rough last night. Are you sure you’re fine?”
Fucking bastard! Flaunting his sex life!
“Fuck me!” the Potter whore wailed.
Apparently, even Snape had his limits, for he moved quickly between the spread quivering thighs, tugged his fingers free and guided his dick into the hole.
Some internal alarm made Lucius stop taking in the frustrating sight in front of him and wonder what was wrong. Nothing occurred, so he carried on looking.
“Harder!” the brat moaned.
Lucius had to admit that Snape had selected a good bed-mate: willing, slutty, and with a good body.
Shame he isn’t taking full advantage of it. the blond thought, I would.
The whore whimpered with pleasure as Snape began thrusting steadily into him.
BASTARDS! Lucius thought viciously. Just you two wait til I get my revenge!
He suddenly realised what his body had been trying to remind him – he was only ‘Studdy’ for an hour, and the hour was almost up. He apparated out of the room and hurried back to the spot with the glowing orange trail. It was faint, but just visible to him as he was searching for it. He stepped on the spot and apparated away as his fingers began to change from old and wrinkled to pale and elegantly manicured.
He apparated back in his own study, the pillow case stretching ominously across his chest. He pulled it off before it ripped and shoved it into the cupboard. Butt naked, he scrambled for his clothes and pulled them on. Just in time, as Narcissa walked in unannounced, Studdy carrying a mountainous pile of bags. His wife took in his dishevelled appearance.
“I see your problem is causing you some discomfort.” She observed, sharp eyes scouring the space. “Good.”