Night Desires
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,095
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Night Desires
Fic: Night Desires
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Harry/?
Summery: After a Mid-Winter festival is held at Hogwarts, it's newest Dark Art's Professor has an very vivid dream, or was it a dream?
A dark shadow slowly made it's way down the long corridor of Hogwarts, and turning a corner, it stumbled into a large statue of a female nymph gracing the dark passage way.
"Ummmffff...Damn!" Muttered a very intoxicated Harry Potter, as his shins bumped into the base of the statue. He had to wrap his arms around the cold stone of the nymph too keep from falling face-first onto the floor.
Panting softly to keep the room from spinning, Harry rested his head against the cold unforgiving breasts of the statue. If anyone had come across this scene, with his body wrapped around the statue of a nymph like a lover, they surely would have thought the world was coming to an end.
"Ummmm, my sweet. As comfortable as your breasts of granite are, I fear I shall have to leave you to find my rooms." Harry mumbled out, as he slowly stepped away from the statue.
"Sadly, that is the closest I have come to getting laid in the last two years." Harry said to himself, as he swayed slightly next to the statue. "Well I hope it was as good for you, as it was for me!" Harry said giggling, as he blew a kiss at the nymph.
Making his way down the passage again, Harry was seriously beginning to wonder if someone had moved his rooms, when he finally came across a door that looked familiar.
Opening the door, and forgetting to release the handle as the door swung open, Harry crashed to the floor in a pile of red velvet robes. Giggling like a child, Harry swung around still laying on his back, and kicked the door shut.
Staring up at the ceiling, Harry frowned in confusion, "When was my ceiling painted sky blue?" Sighing, thinking the twins were up to their pranks again, Harry flipped over onto his stomach, and crawled over to the bed.
Grabbing two handfuls of the bedding, Harry pulled himself up onto the bed, and sat in a huff. Swaying alarmingly, Harry struggled out of his robes, until he was in nothing but his boots.
Slumping across his bed sideways still wearing his boots, Harry's last thoughts before the darkness claimed him, was that the twins had also changed his bedding from his normal brown to a deep forest green.
(Some time later)
Soft kisses, and warm hands on his chest, was the first thing he felt as awareness slowly came back to him, and the new teacher moaned softly at the gentle touches.
Harry turned his head to the side, as a warm body pressed down upon his own, and he whimpered softly as a hot tongue lapped at his neck.
"So beautiful......so needful, I thought I was dreaming when I found you here." Whispered a deep voice into his ear. Harry thought he recognized that voice, but as a talented mouth suddenly latched onto his nipple, all such thoughts fled from his mind.
Shivering in pleasure as he arched his back to keep that hot mouth were it was, Harry moaned as that long missed delicate tingling went down his back like tiny fingers.
"So responsive......yesssss....just like that." Came the whispering voice again, as that hot mouth moved downwards towards his aching shaft.
A inferno of wet fire engulfed his member, and Harry arched off the bed until only his shoulders, and his forcibly held hips remained pinned to the bed. Crying out softly at the pleasure coursing through his body, his cries soon turned to screams as careful long fingers plundered his hidden passage.
All to soon the wet heat was gone from his member, and he was gently pushed back onto the bed, as a large hand pulled his hips up off the bed. The one large hand supported his hips off the bed, as the fingers continued their sensual assault on his secret core. The fingers struck his pleasure spot again, and again with unerringly firmness, and Harry gasped for breath as those long fingers threaten to send him over the edge.
Suddenly those fingers were gone, and his hips were captured in a strong grip hard enough to leave bruises, and his whole body was pulled towards the edge of the bed. A hard bluntness was pressing against his entrance, and as the large invader slowly started to fill him, Harry's eyes snapped opened.
His vision was blurry, and all he could see was a pale body with mahogany hair leaning over him, as the man above him groaned in pleasure. When the head of his dream lover's, because that was all it could have been, a dream, member brushed across his pleasure spot, Harry closed his eyes moaning in pleasure so intense it threaten to burn him.
"Har...ry.....sooo..tight! Soooo....good!" Groaned out his dream lover, as his lover's shaft filled him almost beyond his endurance to take.
His head thrashing from side to side, Harry pleaded with his dream lover, "Please! More!" Harry cried out, as his whole body trembled with unreleased need.
His dream lover answered his cries, by pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back into him with so much force, that his body was shoved across the bed. His dream lover moved across the bed, placing Harry's still booted feet across his shoulders, and pinned the smaller man to the bed with his greater weight, all before the scream of pleasure ripped from Harry's lips could die out.
"Boots......Oh Merlin...too much!" Growled out his dream lover, with another hard snapping of his hips.
Harry's world folded in until nothing remained, but the harsh breathing of his lover, and the relentless thrusts that raked his pleasure spot again and again. Harry's world was nothing but pleasure, need, and desire, as he was taken with such force that his head spun with delirium.
Releasing a scream of pure primal pleasure, Harry pulsed into the hand that had wrapped around him, and he sank into a world of darkness, even as he heard his dream lover scream out his own release.
(Morning)
Harry slowly became aware, as birds somewhere within the castle sang their sweet songs from the nearby gardens, and Harry wanted nothing more than to kill those birds at the moment as his head started pounding.
Turning to his side with a groan, Harry was startled when his arm brushed against something warm. Slowly opening his eyes, Harry blinked in disbelief when he saw who was laying in all his naked glory next to him.
Quickly Harry took in the room that was not his, and then turning his face back towards the slumbering man, Harry's face paled a deathly white, as the memories from the night before came back to him.
Slipping off the bed, Harry silently gathered his robes, and slipped them on in a matter of seconds. Taking on last look at the man on the bed, Harry had to clamp a hand over his own mouth before the scream of shock could escape his lips.
Harry silently slipped out the door, and quickly made his way to his own rooms without anybody witnessing him. When the door to his rooms closed behind him, Harry let out a sigh of relief, as he leaned against his door.
"Oh Merlin! I am in such deep shit!" Harry moaned out, as he prayed that his dream lover would not remember their night together.
"No less, with my boots still on! Shitshitshitshit!!! Ayyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Harry's scream was cut short, when a knock sounded on his door.
"Pot...er....Harry?" Came the concerned voice of Hogwart's Potions Master.
Harry promptly fainted!
The End?
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Harry/?
Summery: After a Mid-Winter festival is held at Hogwarts, it's newest Dark Art's Professor has an very vivid dream, or was it a dream?
A dark shadow slowly made it's way down the long corridor of Hogwarts, and turning a corner, it stumbled into a large statue of a female nymph gracing the dark passage way.
"Ummmffff...Damn!" Muttered a very intoxicated Harry Potter, as his shins bumped into the base of the statue. He had to wrap his arms around the cold stone of the nymph too keep from falling face-first onto the floor.
Panting softly to keep the room from spinning, Harry rested his head against the cold unforgiving breasts of the statue. If anyone had come across this scene, with his body wrapped around the statue of a nymph like a lover, they surely would have thought the world was coming to an end.
"Ummmm, my sweet. As comfortable as your breasts of granite are, I fear I shall have to leave you to find my rooms." Harry mumbled out, as he slowly stepped away from the statue.
"Sadly, that is the closest I have come to getting laid in the last two years." Harry said to himself, as he swayed slightly next to the statue. "Well I hope it was as good for you, as it was for me!" Harry said giggling, as he blew a kiss at the nymph.
Making his way down the passage again, Harry was seriously beginning to wonder if someone had moved his rooms, when he finally came across a door that looked familiar.
Opening the door, and forgetting to release the handle as the door swung open, Harry crashed to the floor in a pile of red velvet robes. Giggling like a child, Harry swung around still laying on his back, and kicked the door shut.
Staring up at the ceiling, Harry frowned in confusion, "When was my ceiling painted sky blue?" Sighing, thinking the twins were up to their pranks again, Harry flipped over onto his stomach, and crawled over to the bed.
Grabbing two handfuls of the bedding, Harry pulled himself up onto the bed, and sat in a huff. Swaying alarmingly, Harry struggled out of his robes, until he was in nothing but his boots.
Slumping across his bed sideways still wearing his boots, Harry's last thoughts before the darkness claimed him, was that the twins had also changed his bedding from his normal brown to a deep forest green.
(Some time later)
Soft kisses, and warm hands on his chest, was the first thing he felt as awareness slowly came back to him, and the new teacher moaned softly at the gentle touches.
Harry turned his head to the side, as a warm body pressed down upon his own, and he whimpered softly as a hot tongue lapped at his neck.
"So beautiful......so needful, I thought I was dreaming when I found you here." Whispered a deep voice into his ear. Harry thought he recognized that voice, but as a talented mouth suddenly latched onto his nipple, all such thoughts fled from his mind.
Shivering in pleasure as he arched his back to keep that hot mouth were it was, Harry moaned as that long missed delicate tingling went down his back like tiny fingers.
"So responsive......yesssss....just like that." Came the whispering voice again, as that hot mouth moved downwards towards his aching shaft.
A inferno of wet fire engulfed his member, and Harry arched off the bed until only his shoulders, and his forcibly held hips remained pinned to the bed. Crying out softly at the pleasure coursing through his body, his cries soon turned to screams as careful long fingers plundered his hidden passage.
All to soon the wet heat was gone from his member, and he was gently pushed back onto the bed, as a large hand pulled his hips up off the bed. The one large hand supported his hips off the bed, as the fingers continued their sensual assault on his secret core. The fingers struck his pleasure spot again, and again with unerringly firmness, and Harry gasped for breath as those long fingers threaten to send him over the edge.
Suddenly those fingers were gone, and his hips were captured in a strong grip hard enough to leave bruises, and his whole body was pulled towards the edge of the bed. A hard bluntness was pressing against his entrance, and as the large invader slowly started to fill him, Harry's eyes snapped opened.
His vision was blurry, and all he could see was a pale body with mahogany hair leaning over him, as the man above him groaned in pleasure. When the head of his dream lover's, because that was all it could have been, a dream, member brushed across his pleasure spot, Harry closed his eyes moaning in pleasure so intense it threaten to burn him.
"Har...ry.....sooo..tight! Soooo....good!" Groaned out his dream lover, as his lover's shaft filled him almost beyond his endurance to take.
His head thrashing from side to side, Harry pleaded with his dream lover, "Please! More!" Harry cried out, as his whole body trembled with unreleased need.
His dream lover answered his cries, by pulling almost all the way out, and slamming back into him with so much force, that his body was shoved across the bed. His dream lover moved across the bed, placing Harry's still booted feet across his shoulders, and pinned the smaller man to the bed with his greater weight, all before the scream of pleasure ripped from Harry's lips could die out.
"Boots......Oh Merlin...too much!" Growled out his dream lover, with another hard snapping of his hips.
Harry's world folded in until nothing remained, but the harsh breathing of his lover, and the relentless thrusts that raked his pleasure spot again and again. Harry's world was nothing but pleasure, need, and desire, as he was taken with such force that his head spun with delirium.
Releasing a scream of pure primal pleasure, Harry pulsed into the hand that had wrapped around him, and he sank into a world of darkness, even as he heard his dream lover scream out his own release.
(Morning)
Harry slowly became aware, as birds somewhere within the castle sang their sweet songs from the nearby gardens, and Harry wanted nothing more than to kill those birds at the moment as his head started pounding.
Turning to his side with a groan, Harry was startled when his arm brushed against something warm. Slowly opening his eyes, Harry blinked in disbelief when he saw who was laying in all his naked glory next to him.
Quickly Harry took in the room that was not his, and then turning his face back towards the slumbering man, Harry's face paled a deathly white, as the memories from the night before came back to him.
Slipping off the bed, Harry silently gathered his robes, and slipped them on in a matter of seconds. Taking on last look at the man on the bed, Harry had to clamp a hand over his own mouth before the scream of shock could escape his lips.
Harry silently slipped out the door, and quickly made his way to his own rooms without anybody witnessing him. When the door to his rooms closed behind him, Harry let out a sigh of relief, as he leaned against his door.
"Oh Merlin! I am in such deep shit!" Harry moaned out, as he prayed that his dream lover would not remember their night together.
"No less, with my boots still on! Shitshitshitshit!!! Ayyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Harry's scream was cut short, when a knock sounded on his door.
"Pot...er....Harry?" Came the concerned voice of Hogwart's Potions Master.
Harry promptly fainted!
The End?