Time To Leave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,915
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Time To Leave
TIME TO LEAVE
His knees connected with the floor, and Snape released the satchel in his hand. It, too, thudded against the floor, hollowly, and reminded him of the sensation in his chest. The darkness surrounding him felt appropriate under the circumstances. Although he could still feel the heat of Harry’s lips around his cock, the passion, the sensation of the boy’s desperate hands on his ass as they fucked, and the taste of semen at the tip of his tongue, Snape knew he had to do this. No matter what he wanted, he was holding Harry back. It was time to leave.
*
Images of their lovemaking flitted through his mind. Perhaps Harry had thought it was only sex. How many times had he looked at Snape in confusion? How many times had Snape kissed Harry, desperately, knowing that some day he would give this love up, for Harry’s sake? Snape rose determinedly, but hesitated at the edge of the bed, his long robes billowing around him. Should he leave? Finally, their hardships were over. As much as Snape rejoiced in that, part of him wished it wasn’t so. He caressed Harry’s cheek with a tenderness he never showed while they were awake.
*
Snape watched the sleeping young man, knowing the ache in his chest would never go away- He could not allow this tryst to continue. Seeking comfort in each other’s arms during months of war and pain was one thing. Snape kissed Harry’s smooth forehead. The scar was gone. It had faded when Voldemort was killed, as had Snape’s Dark Mark, but Snape would know where it had been, remember the actions he had performed in its name. He would not smudge Harry’s future with such a blemish.
As he rose to leave, a voice was heard from the bed.
“Stay.”
END
His knees connected with the floor, and Snape released the satchel in his hand. It, too, thudded against the floor, hollowly, and reminded him of the sensation in his chest. The darkness surrounding him felt appropriate under the circumstances. Although he could still feel the heat of Harry’s lips around his cock, the passion, the sensation of the boy’s desperate hands on his ass as they fucked, and the taste of semen at the tip of his tongue, Snape knew he had to do this. No matter what he wanted, he was holding Harry back. It was time to leave.
*
Images of their lovemaking flitted through his mind. Perhaps Harry had thought it was only sex. How many times had he looked at Snape in confusion? How many times had Snape kissed Harry, desperately, knowing that some day he would give this love up, for Harry’s sake? Snape rose determinedly, but hesitated at the edge of the bed, his long robes billowing around him. Should he leave? Finally, their hardships were over. As much as Snape rejoiced in that, part of him wished it wasn’t so. He caressed Harry’s cheek with a tenderness he never showed while they were awake.
*
Snape watched the sleeping young man, knowing the ache in his chest would never go away- He could not allow this tryst to continue. Seeking comfort in each other’s arms during months of war and pain was one thing. Snape kissed Harry’s smooth forehead. The scar was gone. It had faded when Voldemort was killed, as had Snape’s Dark Mark, but Snape would know where it had been, remember the actions he had performed in its name. He would not smudge Harry’s future with such a blemish.
As he rose to leave, a voice was heard from the bed.
“Stay.”
END