Coming Clean
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Adult +
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4
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Coming Clean
Title: Coming Clean
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/(you\'ll figure it out)
Rating: R
Summary: A moment and now he\'s gone.
Time Span: Takes place at the end of PoA.
Warning: Boy-on-Boy interaction, but not really descriptive.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, much to my own sadness. The title Coming Clean is frhe she song Come Clean by Hilary Duff.
A groan erupting in his ear. Slick skin against his own. Lips brushing his neck as the body above him thrusted deeper. Gripping the body tightly. Holding back a moan. Holding back the need to cry at the sudden warmth around him. Hands sliding down his chest. A gasp. A deep groan, forgetting to hold it in. A small smile above him. Soft lips, brushing his own. A glimmer of lust in eyes wide open.
The scent of sex in the air. Overwhelming. Shudders running down a spine. Another groan. Whispered words of love. A blink, a look of shock. Another thrust, deeper and deeper. A gasp, fingers digging into skin. Strong shoulders protecting him from the world. Arms holding him against a sweaty chest. Legs tightening around the narrow waist. Another shudder.
A feeling of home. A feeling of peace. The need to conenct. The desire to get more. Tightened holds, deeper thrusts. Groans. Moans. Another gasp. A hand brushing one strained nipple.
Moments and touches flng tng through his brain. Lips pressed against another. A rejoicing heart. A longing to forever be one. Straining muscles. A long moan as the other finds his release. He watches carefully. A lust-filled gaze. His own boddy reacting, responding. A deep breath, a strong orgasm. Heavy silence, soft breathes. Arms around him, pulling him tight. A soft sigh. A peaceful dream.
The morning light fluttered through an open window. Severus Snape slowly opened his eyes, taking in his suroundings. The room was too bright to be his own, the dungeons never got this much light. Sitting up, the memory of the night before entered his mind. He fought to control his emotions, unsure whether he should be happy or frustrated. His previous night\'s companion was no where in sight.
He let out a long sigh and slowly slipping off of the four poster bed. Wincing slightly from the slight ache he felt in his body, Severus quickly grabbed his clothes. He slipped out of the now empty room carefully, hoping there would be no one in the hall to greet him. He let out a sigh of relief as the hall was empty. Taking a deep breath, Severus pushed last night\'s memory out of his head and made his way to breakfast.
The first thing Severus noticed in the Great Hall was that he wasn\'t there. It wasn\'t that Severus expected him to be there, but deep down he had hoped... Though, he understood. It was his own fault his lover from last night had left. Shaking his head, Severus made his way up to the teacher\'s table, ignoring the glare he knew the three residents of Gryffindor were giving him.
The teachers along the table literally ignored him as he sat down next to Albus, that being the sea seat available. He attempted to ignore the old man, but Albus dutifully pressed on with conversation.
\"He left this morning.\" Albus informed him after twenty minutes of useless chatter. Severus stiffened slightly, but continued to eat his scrambled egg. \"He told me to tell you goodbye and that he forgives you.\"
\"Whatever.\" Severus replied through clenched teeth. Albus sighed, looking over at the younger man.
\"I wish-\"
\"Wishes are for fools.\" Severus suddenly muttered, standing and walking away. Albus watched the Potions Master leave the Great Hall, a frown on his face. He really wished Severus would not say things like that. Someday, he supposed, the boy would smile a real smile. With that thought, he turned toward Flitwick.
Severus sat in front of his desk, potions ingrediants laid out before him. He couldn\'t fight back the sigh that escaped him. Slowly, he let his eyes drift over the different vials, muttering to himself. \"He\'s finally gone... I\'m finally rid of him... Why do I feel so lost?\"
Straightening his back, Severus reached for his cauldron and set about making a month\'s supply of Wolfsbane.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/(you\'ll figure it out)
Rating: R
Summary: A moment and now he\'s gone.
Time Span: Takes place at the end of PoA.
Warning: Boy-on-Boy interaction, but not really descriptive.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, much to my own sadness. The title Coming Clean is frhe she song Come Clean by Hilary Duff.
A groan erupting in his ear. Slick skin against his own. Lips brushing his neck as the body above him thrusted deeper. Gripping the body tightly. Holding back a moan. Holding back the need to cry at the sudden warmth around him. Hands sliding down his chest. A gasp. A deep groan, forgetting to hold it in. A small smile above him. Soft lips, brushing his own. A glimmer of lust in eyes wide open.
The scent of sex in the air. Overwhelming. Shudders running down a spine. Another groan. Whispered words of love. A blink, a look of shock. Another thrust, deeper and deeper. A gasp, fingers digging into skin. Strong shoulders protecting him from the world. Arms holding him against a sweaty chest. Legs tightening around the narrow waist. Another shudder.
A feeling of home. A feeling of peace. The need to conenct. The desire to get more. Tightened holds, deeper thrusts. Groans. Moans. Another gasp. A hand brushing one strained nipple.
Moments and touches flng tng through his brain. Lips pressed against another. A rejoicing heart. A longing to forever be one. Straining muscles. A long moan as the other finds his release. He watches carefully. A lust-filled gaze. His own boddy reacting, responding. A deep breath, a strong orgasm. Heavy silence, soft breathes. Arms around him, pulling him tight. A soft sigh. A peaceful dream.
The morning light fluttered through an open window. Severus Snape slowly opened his eyes, taking in his suroundings. The room was too bright to be his own, the dungeons never got this much light. Sitting up, the memory of the night before entered his mind. He fought to control his emotions, unsure whether he should be happy or frustrated. His previous night\'s companion was no where in sight.
He let out a long sigh and slowly slipping off of the four poster bed. Wincing slightly from the slight ache he felt in his body, Severus quickly grabbed his clothes. He slipped out of the now empty room carefully, hoping there would be no one in the hall to greet him. He let out a sigh of relief as the hall was empty. Taking a deep breath, Severus pushed last night\'s memory out of his head and made his way to breakfast.
The first thing Severus noticed in the Great Hall was that he wasn\'t there. It wasn\'t that Severus expected him to be there, but deep down he had hoped... Though, he understood. It was his own fault his lover from last night had left. Shaking his head, Severus made his way up to the teacher\'s table, ignoring the glare he knew the three residents of Gryffindor were giving him.
The teachers along the table literally ignored him as he sat down next to Albus, that being the sea seat available. He attempted to ignore the old man, but Albus dutifully pressed on with conversation.
\"He left this morning.\" Albus informed him after twenty minutes of useless chatter. Severus stiffened slightly, but continued to eat his scrambled egg. \"He told me to tell you goodbye and that he forgives you.\"
\"Whatever.\" Severus replied through clenched teeth. Albus sighed, looking over at the younger man.
\"I wish-\"
\"Wishes are for fools.\" Severus suddenly muttered, standing and walking away. Albus watched the Potions Master leave the Great Hall, a frown on his face. He really wished Severus would not say things like that. Someday, he supposed, the boy would smile a real smile. With that thought, he turned toward Flitwick.
Severus sat in front of his desk, potions ingrediants laid out before him. He couldn\'t fight back the sigh that escaped him. Slowly, he let his eyes drift over the different vials, muttering to himself. \"He\'s finally gone... I\'m finally rid of him... Why do I feel so lost?\"
Straightening his back, Severus reached for his cauldron and set about making a month\'s supply of Wolfsbane.