Lentesco

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Lentesco – Chapter Nine



Life soon settled into a sort of rhythm for Harry. He worked hard at his lessons, ensuring they were interesting and useful, and he learnt the intricacies of marking and giving out House points. It surprised him to discover that he was happy, and that September had given way to October. He was also starting to accept his attraction to Severus. Certainly his cock seemed determined to remind him every morning when he saw the other sitting at the table, a thin piece of brown toast making its way to the matching thin lips.



He was also starting to appreciate Snape’s predicament. Walking around with a hard on was uncomfortable, extremely so, and awkward, when a group of students suddenly surrounded him and pressed close, wanting answers to a thousand different questions. But at least he had the comfort of bringing himself off, Snape didn’t.



He knew he wanted to help Severus, and giving the other hand jobs seemed like one way to do so.



“Erm, S-S-S-Severus?” Harry stuttered one Friday evening, long after the students had gone to bed.



Snape was sniffing at his drink – some god awful looking herbal tea – and merely lifted an eyebrow, too relaxed from his release at Poppy’s hands earlier and at the thought of two days away from teaching the horrors to even goad Harry.



“I … I … Iknowaboutthecurse!” Harry rushed out.



The older man blinked as he tried to decipher what Harry had said. Then he went red with anger. “Who told you?” he growled, “Who? Albus?”



Harry nodded, scared at the other’s response.



“Wanker!” Severus ground out, “Does he do this because he enjoys humiliating me?” he paused then ground out, “Yes, Potter? So what? You know, and?”



“I want to help.” Harry spoke quietly, with an assurance he didn’t feel.



“You can’t.” Snape stated baldly. “There is no known cure, even if I could discover exactly which curse had been used, therefore I must continue to suffer.”



“But, you get, erm…” Harry broke off, face flaming, “relief don’t you?”



Severus’ eyebrows shot up. “And you’re volunteering for that duty?! My goodness Potter, you’re taking Gryffindor stupidity to whole new heights!” he shook his head before he queried, “Are you even interested in men?”



A nod from the younger man, who kept his gaze fixed on the rug.



Snape’s breath caught in his throat. This beautiful young man was interested in men. Was prepared to help him. He felt his throbbing dick throb more stringently. “I think…” he began musingly, “that I could find a use for you.” He felt still more blood rushing to his erection and nearly groaned. “Perhaps you could accompany me to my quarters?”



Harry’s head shot up, and surprise was obvious in his eyes. “But I thought …” he burst out, “I thought you had already been …”



Severus’ voice was cold. “So, as usual, Potter, you were willing in theory, but not in practice?”



“No! NO! That’s not it. You … you just surprised me is all. Yes, I’ll go with you now.”



The two men left the staffroom and walked silently, and uncomfortably to Severus’ dungeon chambers. Even when he had been DADA teacher, Snape hadn’t relinquished these dark dank rooms. Now he muttered something to a painting of a wizard making a very complicated potion, and the picture shifted, revealing the entrance to his private rooms.



Harry gulped and followed the other. His own erection had fled during the awkward walk here, and his heart was thumping uncomfortably in his chest – had he made a dreadful mistake?



Severus moved around the living area, lighting some sconces, leaving others dark, and moving various items onto a small table next to the chair he had just transfigured into a chaise lounge. He sat on the furniture and swung himself so that he reclined lazily, his black eyes challenging.



“Well?”



Harry made his feet move, walked jerkily forward, and knelt at the older man’s side. Unable to bring himself to look at Severus, he reached a hand out and unfastened the buttons hiding the erection from view. He felt afraid when he looked at it – Snape was HUGE!



Severus gave a soft sigh as his length was exposed.



The tiny noise reassured Harry. He shifted so that he was in the best position to easily grip the shaft, and did so, the fingers of one hand curling about it.



“MERLIN!” Severus shouted, bucking.



Terrified, Harry drew his hand away. “Are you always so … noisy?” he asked, face burning.



He didn’t look up to see Severus’ shake of the head. “No, I am normally quiet. Perhaps I am overly sensitive, having been relieved less than an hour ago.”



Harry nodded, accepting the (not very good) explanation. He gripped the length again. This time he was ready for Snape’s cry, and didn’t allow it to distract him from appreciating the silken skin that covered the hardness, or the blunt tip that already poked above the foreskin, or the blood he could feel pounding under his digits, or the wetness gathering along the slit.



Harry was hard too.



He twisted his grip slightly, pressing hard against the shaft. He smiled at the other’s groan. He was fascinated by the thing he held and played dexteriously with it, rubbing one thumb again and again along the slit, rubbing the fluid over the tip. He moved the stretched foreskin about, feeling the dick under it pulse. He ran his nails lightly up and down the length, cupping the balls before returning to pumping.



Severus lay back, hips jerking madly, aching like he hadn’t ached for … years, if he was honest.



“Pl-please!” He ground out, voice gravelly, “No more t-teasing! Do it!”



Harry did as asked, fingers tight about the length, clear fluid easing his way as he worked the long thick cock he held.



“Mer-Merlin!” Severus screamed, and his seed erupted from him, arcing from his tip and splattering his clothes. His hips moved as he sent every last drop shooting into the air, then he sank down, utterly exhausted.



Harry just watched the other, his own cock was throbbing fit to burst, but he waited. This was about Severus, not him.



When he had regained the power of speech, Snape gasped out, “I … I think your help will be adequate.”



Harry smiled and rubbed at the wet slit. Severus passed out.



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