Thundering Passion

Title: Thundering Passion
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Author: Andrin
Summary: I wish it were raining right now!!
Other notes: My first story, I wrote during Arithmancy class!! Hope you enjoy!! Thoughts are in italics.

Snape was sitting in his dungeons when he heard the thunder outside. Perfect setting, thought Snape. Harry should be on his way to the dungeons now.

Soon enough he heard quick steps and saw the door to the dungeon open. Harry looked around, hair wet, face flushed, and whole body soaked. “Enter! Close the door Potter!” yelled Snape from his seat, grading essays. He looked up to see Harry close the door and approach his desk. My this will be fun, thought Snape as he looked over Harry’s profile. “Why are you late Potter?” Snape said, looking down to the many rolls of parchment beneath his hands.

“Sorry sir. Late quidditch practice.” breathed Harry. Winded eh Potter? Thought Snape noting Harry’s fast breathing. Should be easier.

Snape stood up from his desk and laid his quill down. “Follow me Potter.” said Snape. Harry followed Snape from the classroom, to Snape’s office, to the...

“Where are we going sir?” said Harry.

“Follow me!” snapped Snape. He seemed to be leading Harry down a long corridor to the very last room with two large S’s intercrossed made of hot iron screwed on the door. Snape turned the knob to push open the door and stood aside. “Enter!” Very slowly Harry checked the thresh hold when he heard the door slam shut. Inside the room Harry saw a black leather couch, a very small, very dirty window and a bed. Must be Snape’s room, thought Harry. Wait hang on! What on earth was Harry doing in Snape’s room? Harry looked over to see Snape charming the door then turning to Harry. “Sit down on the bed.” Harry slowly made over to the bed which was jet black and with about ten dark green pillows. Snape stood perfectly still as he watched Harry move toward the bed and turn and sit on the edge. Snape could sense Harry’s nervousness. Snape slowly walked to where Harry sat. Harry could see that Snape was getting uncomfortably close. But more he stalked to him. Closer...and...closer, until there was no distance to pursue moving. He bent over and placed one hand on Harry’s knee. Harry felt a slight chill, and with the other hand Snape gently pushed Harry back until he was lying flat on his back on the black comforter. All the while never braking eye contact with Harry.

“Pro-Professor...I...um...”

Snape’s face was dangerously close to Harry’s. He took his hand off Harry’s chest as Harry began to speak again.

“I...uuhhh... ohhhh!”

Snape dug his mouth into the crevice of Harry’s neck, and began to suck. He held Harry very still as he ran his tongue up and down Harry’s juggler vain. He enjoyed how Harry gasped very lowly as he scraped his teeth against that same spot. Oh, this is not happening, thought Harry. Oh that fells so goo-no wait, this is Snape! Snape! What the hell is -gasp- is he-gasp(louder)-d-d- “Ohhhh! GASP!

Snape’s hand that had left Harry’s chest, seemed to have traveled to the slightly hard bulge that was pressing on Snape’s thigh. He gently squeezed it, only to push a loud moan from the smaller man beneath him, squirming and whimpering at the wrath of his Potions Master’s hands (and mouth). Snape suddenly let up. “Quiet Potter! I haven’t even gotten started.” stated Snape in a dangerous voice. Harry jumped as the lightning and thunder echoed above the grounds. Snape was pleased to see the flash of fear on Harry’s face. Snape removed his hand from behind Harry’s head, and bulge, to the button and zipper on Harry’s pants, and began to undo the entire fly (which from Snape’s view was starting to look painfully tight).

“Professor Snape” said Harry as he saw that Snape’s was was close to Harry’s...”Wait...I’m not sure I want this.” said Harry desperately as Snape started to move his hands back onto Harry’s more private spot.

“Awww how sweet” said Snape cooly “you saying that like you have a choice.” And with that Snape roughly yanked Harry’s pants and boxers down to his knees, past his calf’s until they strayed from his feet and laid discarded by the bed on the floor. Snape leaned over to pick up Harry and push him further onto the bed. He trailed his hands from Harry’s thighs to his knees, and parted his legs. Snape absolutely loved the way Harry’s cock just hung loose like that between his legs. Harry’s whimpered as his legs were lifted over Snape’s shoulders. Snape bent his head down, and lifted Harry’s hips into the air until the Gryffindor’s pelvis was level with Snape’s mouth. Thunder banged again as Snape gently took Harry’s cock tip into his mouth. Harry was gripping the blanket in balled fists, for support and bit his bottom lip as Snape began to build pressure on Harry’s head. Ohh Harry it is really quite wonderful that you are light, thought Snape. He drank about an ounce of pre-cum weeping liberally from Harry’s body and Snape took a bit more of Harry in, but this time he retired a hand from Harry’s hip to gently (and very skillfully) fondle Harry’s tight ball sac. Snape moaned into Harry at the firm feel of Harry’s sac. It was instinct that told Snape that Harry was very close to climax. Oh not now Potter, not for a long time thought Snape slipping Harry out of his mouth.

“You will cum when I give you permission.” he said, as he let down Harry’s legs. Harry rolled his head to the side to rest as Snape got up from the bed. Before he yelled for Harry not to fall asleep, he looked at him. How wonderfully arousing it was to see Harry half naked on his bed, legs dangling off the side, knees spread, giving him a wonderful view on Harry’s full firm cock. Snape unbuckled his pants and let his fly hang open as he sad down on the sleek black leather couch.

“Come here Potter” said Snape pulling his own erected cock from the confides of his black pants. Harry slowly dropped from the edge of the bed and on wobbling legs walked to Snape. “Knees Potter. It’s your turn.” Harry dropped down and placed his hands on Snape’s knees. He looked up at Snape who placed his hands on Harry’s cheeks. “Open your mouth.” he said. Harry did as he was told and Snape took hold of Harry’s jaw with one hand and the other on Harry’s cheek to guide his face to his throbbing member. Harry was shaking as the head of Snape’s cock touched his tongue. But slowly Snape pushed more on himself deeper into Harry’s mouth. Harry couldn’t help but notice how thick Snape seemed to be. Oh this is wonderful, thought Snape inside his mind, as Harry was influrged with every last inch on Snape’s member, banging the back of Harry’s throat. Snape pulled halfway out and let Harry suck in the rest. Snape let pleasure fill him as Harry’s head bobbed between his knees. Snape’s moans got louder and harry swirled his tongue around Snape’s flared tip. The wonderful felling was almost too much to bare. Harry noticed that Snape was getting bigger and very rigid. Snape moved his hips back and thrusted inside Harry’s mouth. He leaned back to watch himself fuck harry’s mouth. Harry? Head him whimper as the thrusting became more intense, stronger, and forceful. Snape could even see the combination of Harry’s saliva and his own pre-cum pooling around Harry’s stretched and swollen lips. But even though he wanted to ease up on the boy, he couldn’t. His thrusting was uncontrollable. He had never seen Harry like this. So helpless, so small, His head moving back and forth. Snape wanted more. Thunder was roaring outside, he was so close!

“Ohh! Potter!” he grunted as he decided to give Harry some direction before he exploded fully in Harry’s mouth. “Potter.” he grunted. “Swirl you tongue on my tip.” he gasped as he felt Harry slide his head back and obey his Master. Oh yes. Snape thought “Gently Potter.” he said. He was almost there. So close. Oh it was starting to hurt holding back. Harry was rubbing the flat of his tongue on the under side of Snape’s penis. Much like licking chocolate off you’re finger. Snape really liked that. Suddenly he felt a wave of pleasure as Harry sucked and moaned deeply into the ministrations. Snape knew it was too much. The pitter patter of rain was sending chills up his entire back. This was it. Now. “Swa-Swallow!” Snape said. Harry was fully ready for Snape to cum when his Potions Master took his hand from its pace in Snapes knee to gently cup his tight ball sack. Since Snape was lost for words, he relied on body language to instruct Harry how to touch him. Snape slowly thrusted in and out of Harry’s mouth, and with one last moan Snape let go and spilled in deep. Harry did as he was told, and swallowed every last drop of what Snape had to offer. Almost as if he was being force fed a potion that Snape made for this moment. Snape thrusted his hips in the air hitting Harry’s face an moaning as his fluid filled the younger boys cheeks, for a moment Snape sat, panting as he was brought back to reality, of Harry still between him.

“Get up Potter.” spat Snape. Harry rose from between his Potions Masters legs and stood straight up. “Come and take my shirt off.” Harry bent over and reached to Snapes shirt, when histsists were caught. “Sit on my lap.” said Snape as Harry looked with surprise. Harry made and attempt to sit reasonably on Snape’s knee when Snape reached for Harry’s thigh and forced Harry to straddle him. Snape reached up with a forceful hand and pushe Harry’s head down in a how rush kiss. It deepened as Harry fumbled with the buttons. Snape broke the kiss as he settled for the top three to be undone when he brought Potters arms around his shoulders. Harry hung onto Snape like that as snape trailed his hands from Harry’s shoulders down his side and the rest of the way on his back. Snape felt harry’s hip bone as his hands continued their journey, flicked past Harry’s abdomen. He clenched Harry’s cheeks and spread them as harry was whimpering openly now as he felt Snape’s hands trail around and gently cup his hex iex in his hands. Harry was shaking like mad as Snape fondled him.

“ou lou like that Potter?” Snape said as his thumb rubbed the head of Harry’s cock. “Ahgg-yes!” Snape wrapped his arms around Harry’s back, and picked him up in this posn ann and carried him to the bed. He liked the way Harry’s member was rubing on the middle of his stomach. Snape dropped harry on the bed with light force and found himself standing between Harry’s knees again. Harry looked up at his Potions Master dizzy with frustration.

The raining outside was getting louder, and the thunder banged too loud and Harry turned his head to hide from the noise. Snape put his hands on Harry’s thighs, and rubbed his groin against Potter. Their erections rubbed together with wet heat that forced Harry to cry out Snape’s name. Snape reached between their bodies to rub the pre cum, that was leaking freely from both of them, liberally on his own shaft. Suddenly without warning, Snape reached for four pillows. He took one and placed it under Harry’s tiny head, and the other three under Potters hips. And very gently he placed the pit of himself at Harry’s entrance, gently prying open the innocent boy with his member.

“Relax Potter.” said Snape and he heard Harry take a deep breath and loosen up. Snape penetrated Harry. Easy now, thought Snape, as he began to fill Harry’s tight hole. He was very tempted to just bang the hell out of Harry until he blacked out as deep as his hair. But decided against it. He eased in deeper but pulled out as he heard Harry cry.

“Oh-ah...goosh! I-I-I-it hurts! Oh it hurts! Stop! Please Professor!”

Snape pulled out only until his head remained inside of Harry. This time Snape had had it. Harry looked up at his Potions Master who looked ready to kill, and he impaled without any hesitation. Easing all of his length deep into Harry’s wet hole. He pulled out and surged back. Harry was crying loudly and Snape took him swiftly and roughly. It wasn’t long until snape was trusting in and out rhythmically rocking Harry up and down. It was over whelming for Snape, to see Harry beneath him. Rocking, and whimpering. The rumble of thunder outside sent shivers through Snape’s body. He groaned possessively with each thrust. He could see the stress on Harry’s body. Oh, he was so close. He felt Harry’s body milking at his cock. The pre cum, providing lick lubrication in the sex. He wrapped his and around Harry moving his hand up and down the small boys shaft. “Cum.” he said. His voice hoarse with another spaz of pleasure and he saw the condition of the treasure between his body and Harry’s legs. Big, very big, dark purple. The head flared, and looked as if it was one eye crying as Harry was, as Snape palmed Harry’s aching fluid weeping from his body, “Cum.” he said again. Harry turned his face and sobbed as he came. Snape shook as he saw Harry’s ribs and stomach so stressed, he was scared that Harry had a heart attack! His hand, and shirt, were covered in Harry’s sweet laps of cum. Snape held his hand on Harry’s cock, and the other on his hips, and he came. Harry’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, Snape looked as Harry’s jaw dropped.

“KAAA-! H-ahaa-lp” Snape heard Harry struggle to say. He shook like an earthquake, his hips buckled as he buried his seed in Harry. He quickly emptied himself in Harry’s tiny little body. Oh so small, so tender, so...

“Harry!” Snape looked at Harry, who was lying limply under Snape. Snape pulled out of Harry with a small faint, sucking sound. He bent over and gently kissed Harry on his face. He took the pillows from beneath Harry, and let his legs lay limp over the bed. There the pillow was both Harry’s and Snape’s evidence of what had just happened. Snape laid the pillow next to Harry and stuffed his cock back into his pants. Zipped and buttoned, he walked over to his wardrobe, and took out his wand. No, he thought, I’ll leave it.

Gently he picked up Harry’s naked body and moved him to the side of the bed and covered his body with the blanket. The thunder rumbled again. Snape just looked, memorized by watching Harry sleep. His skin milky white, soft. But at the moment very flushed. Hair messy, the scar on his head, was the same, Harry’s breathing had slowed. He stroked Harry’s face and hair. Snape climbed into bed next to Harry. Gingerly he pulled Harry close to him, and wrapped his arms around Harry. Memorized by the touch and the feel of how soft and warm Harry’s relaxed body felt in his arms. Snape inhaled deeply of Harry’s scent. Sweet. Like sugar, he noted the musky and sweaty smell as well. He loved it, very much. He listened to Harry’s breathing very steadily and Snape moved Harry’s face to it nestled in his neck. Silently he drifted to sleep, listening to the calm sound of Harry breathing and the thunder, and he tenderly held Harry. He slept.

End