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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,995
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.
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Outside, a heavy gust of wind threw rain against the window and the wood around its frame creaked hoarsely. Harry let out a breath of hot air and let his eyes roll back as Lupin’s fingers slid up and around his erect nipple, already in a sheen of warm sweat. Harry shivered and arched his back. Snape made a guttural sound in the back of his throat and pushed Lupin towards Harry, his bare feet tangling in the sheets they’d all kicked away.
Harry opened his eyes, glazed over and grey in the dark room, and they widened slightly as Snape began to pull off his shirt. Rain scattered across the glass like so many fingers; Lupin curved his long neck down and placed a wet kiss on Harry’s jaw. Over his shoulder, Harry watched Snape undressing and all the dark shadows fitting into the hollows beneath his ribs. He, as well, was grey in the rain light. Harry wanted to keep his eyes searching over him but Lupin’s mouth closing on his throat pushed all thought from him and he closed his eyes again. Snape’s fingers slid over the clasp of his jeans and he bit his lip to hold himself in, to keep from coming when hot breath touched him between his legs, before fingers ever got there. He shivered.
Snape could see, when he looked across Harry’s flat stomach, that Lupin’s tears had dried and caked around his lashes but he still hadn’t bothered to wipe them away. His scars seemed particularly prominent in the heavy contrast of the room. Snape knew that, should he turn, he would see the long, jagged remains of where the wolf’s claws had gotten him when he was young. He reached up to pull Harry’s jeans from his slender hips and saw the Dark Mark burning faintly on his pale inner arm. He closed his eyes and went by sense of touch, the warmth building between Harry’s legs, the absolutely forgotten stubborn hatred between them, at least for an hour or so, or until the rain stopped falling so damn hard and he could be on his way.
Harry’s erection ached in its shadow of dark hair and Lupin’s thin-fingered hand slid down his chest to cup the hip bone beside it. Snape leaned back to push his trousers off, his breath picking up. Lupin looked up at him, briefly, and smiled. Snape leaned across Harry’s body to kiss his mouth, without passion, but just for the warmth of it. This was all really just for the warmth of it.
Harry arched his hips up into Snape’s stomach and Snape’s breath caught in his throat. Lupin: he could look at him and say yes I remember wanting you and yes, I thought about what you would look like in the dark and then I knew when I saw you but him.
He’s so young and maybe he’s a virgin too. He’s so much smaller than I thought he would be, though I suppose that means I thought about it.
Harry was looking at him without any uncertainty. His eyes were blameless and tired and Snape knew that he could have been anyone and Harry would have looked at them like that, wanting nothing more than this. With anyone.
Lupin smiled and stroked Harry’s hair and a fresh tear slid down his cheek. It caught against Snape’s shoulder when he shifted to kiss Snape’s mouth and Harry made a small noise of protest when they both left him. He bucked his hips up again and his hand closed around Snape’s wrist. He slid his hand between Harry’s legs and closed his fingers around his cock. Harry grunted and squeezed his eyes shut.
Lupin’s erection pushed against Snape’s leg as he slid back to work Harry with his hand. All across his young (and unhealthily thin) body the streaks of rain ran from the shadows of the window and the soft blue light of late night that never seemed to come from anywhere in particular. Snape leaned back down between Harry’s legs and took his length down his throat in one smooth swallow. Harry cried out into the silent, dark house and Lupin leaned back to crawl behind Snape, sliding his hands down his back, over the jagged bones of his spine. He licked his fingers and slid them up between Snape’s legs and Snape gave a muffled cry around Harry’s cock as he pumped his mouth around it, tasting Harry’s salty wetness, smelling how alive he was. When everything else was dead.
Even he would probably be dead soon.
He gave Harry’s cock one last hard suck and pulled away. Harry groaned in frustration, his fingers tangling in Snape’s hair, which now hung limp with sweat. It could have been from the rain outside. Carefully, he pushed himself back against Lupin’s fingers, pleasure flooding him, and eased Harry’s legs farther apart, to get between them. To be inside him.
He fumbled blindly for the bottle of oil beside the bed and wet his hands with it, stretching Harry open for him with first one finger, then two. Lupin was sliding inside of him with a forgetful sigh, his mouth against Snape’s ear. Snape eased himself forward and pushed his cock between Harry’s legs, faster than he meant to.
Harry’s breath caught painfully in his throat and he pushed himself into Snape’s first thrust as Lupin rocked into Snape from behind, his hand resting on Snape’s hip as he murmured incoherently in his ear.
It didn’t last long but on the other hand it lasted a long time, it was a long time to forget that Lupin had been crying earlier and that so many people were dead tonight. It was good to forget hating one another and forget dead lovers and dead parents and lost causes. Snape felt so full and surrounded by their warmth and enveloped by the sound of Harry’s hesitant cries and Lupin’s soft breath. He let himself be rocked between them and when the mark on his arm burned feverishly, he didn’t really feel it.
Harry felt the weight of them over him and knew that after this, all the arguments might stop for a while. Across Snape’s hip, he gripped Lupin’s hand and remembered that he loved him.
Lupin thrust one last time into Snape and came in a blinding ecstasy that wiped all that he was from his mind, and all that he uselessly wanted.
When their breath began to calm and their come grew cold between them, Snape pulled the sheets around his shoulders and closed himself in the bathroom. Harry put his glasses back on and stared out the window but all he could see was the rain.
Behind him, curled on his side, Lupin was already sleeping.
~ end ~
Outside, a heavy gust of wind threw rain against the window and the wood around its frame creaked hoarsely. Harry let out a breath of hot air and let his eyes roll back as Lupin’s fingers slid up and around his erect nipple, already in a sheen of warm sweat. Harry shivered and arched his back. Snape made a guttural sound in the back of his throat and pushed Lupin towards Harry, his bare feet tangling in the sheets they’d all kicked away.
Harry opened his eyes, glazed over and grey in the dark room, and they widened slightly as Snape began to pull off his shirt. Rain scattered across the glass like so many fingers; Lupin curved his long neck down and placed a wet kiss on Harry’s jaw. Over his shoulder, Harry watched Snape undressing and all the dark shadows fitting into the hollows beneath his ribs. He, as well, was grey in the rain light. Harry wanted to keep his eyes searching over him but Lupin’s mouth closing on his throat pushed all thought from him and he closed his eyes again. Snape’s fingers slid over the clasp of his jeans and he bit his lip to hold himself in, to keep from coming when hot breath touched him between his legs, before fingers ever got there. He shivered.
Snape could see, when he looked across Harry’s flat stomach, that Lupin’s tears had dried and caked around his lashes but he still hadn’t bothered to wipe them away. His scars seemed particularly prominent in the heavy contrast of the room. Snape knew that, should he turn, he would see the long, jagged remains of where the wolf’s claws had gotten him when he was young. He reached up to pull Harry’s jeans from his slender hips and saw the Dark Mark burning faintly on his pale inner arm. He closed his eyes and went by sense of touch, the warmth building between Harry’s legs, the absolutely forgotten stubborn hatred between them, at least for an hour or so, or until the rain stopped falling so damn hard and he could be on his way.
Harry’s erection ached in its shadow of dark hair and Lupin’s thin-fingered hand slid down his chest to cup the hip bone beside it. Snape leaned back to push his trousers off, his breath picking up. Lupin looked up at him, briefly, and smiled. Snape leaned across Harry’s body to kiss his mouth, without passion, but just for the warmth of it. This was all really just for the warmth of it.
Harry arched his hips up into Snape’s stomach and Snape’s breath caught in his throat. Lupin: he could look at him and say yes I remember wanting you and yes, I thought about what you would look like in the dark and then I knew when I saw you but him.
He’s so young and maybe he’s a virgin too. He’s so much smaller than I thought he would be, though I suppose that means I thought about it.
Harry was looking at him without any uncertainty. His eyes were blameless and tired and Snape knew that he could have been anyone and Harry would have looked at them like that, wanting nothing more than this. With anyone.
Lupin smiled and stroked Harry’s hair and a fresh tear slid down his cheek. It caught against Snape’s shoulder when he shifted to kiss Snape’s mouth and Harry made a small noise of protest when they both left him. He bucked his hips up again and his hand closed around Snape’s wrist. He slid his hand between Harry’s legs and closed his fingers around his cock. Harry grunted and squeezed his eyes shut.
Lupin’s erection pushed against Snape’s leg as he slid back to work Harry with his hand. All across his young (and unhealthily thin) body the streaks of rain ran from the shadows of the window and the soft blue light of late night that never seemed to come from anywhere in particular. Snape leaned back down between Harry’s legs and took his length down his throat in one smooth swallow. Harry cried out into the silent, dark house and Lupin leaned back to crawl behind Snape, sliding his hands down his back, over the jagged bones of his spine. He licked his fingers and slid them up between Snape’s legs and Snape gave a muffled cry around Harry’s cock as he pumped his mouth around it, tasting Harry’s salty wetness, smelling how alive he was. When everything else was dead.
Even he would probably be dead soon.
He gave Harry’s cock one last hard suck and pulled away. Harry groaned in frustration, his fingers tangling in Snape’s hair, which now hung limp with sweat. It could have been from the rain outside. Carefully, he pushed himself back against Lupin’s fingers, pleasure flooding him, and eased Harry’s legs farther apart, to get between them. To be inside him.
He fumbled blindly for the bottle of oil beside the bed and wet his hands with it, stretching Harry open for him with first one finger, then two. Lupin was sliding inside of him with a forgetful sigh, his mouth against Snape’s ear. Snape eased himself forward and pushed his cock between Harry’s legs, faster than he meant to.
Harry’s breath caught painfully in his throat and he pushed himself into Snape’s first thrust as Lupin rocked into Snape from behind, his hand resting on Snape’s hip as he murmured incoherently in his ear.
It didn’t last long but on the other hand it lasted a long time, it was a long time to forget that Lupin had been crying earlier and that so many people were dead tonight. It was good to forget hating one another and forget dead lovers and dead parents and lost causes. Snape felt so full and surrounded by their warmth and enveloped by the sound of Harry’s hesitant cries and Lupin’s soft breath. He let himself be rocked between them and when the mark on his arm burned feverishly, he didn’t really feel it.
Harry felt the weight of them over him and knew that after this, all the arguments might stop for a while. Across Snape’s hip, he gripped Lupin’s hand and remembered that he loved him.
Lupin thrust one last time into Snape and came in a blinding ecstasy that wiped all that he was from his mind, and all that he uselessly wanted.
When their breath began to calm and their come grew cold between them, Snape pulled the sheets around his shoulders and closed himself in the bathroom. Harry put his glasses back on and stared out the window but all he could see was the rain.
Behind him, curled on his side, Lupin was already sleeping.
~ end ~