Pleasures of the Sleeping Boy

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WARNING: Yes, this is chan. Harry is 14, and this occurs just after the names have been drawn from the Goblet of Fire- only in this, Harry's isn't to compete.

AN:If you want to read the exact definition of Somnophilia, please visit this link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somnophilia


Pleasures of the Sleeping Boy

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Severus Snape knew that what he was doing was wrong, very wrong. But he couldn't help it. Besides, he'd been unwillingly ejected out of his usual routine (had he really developed one of those?) and forced to accept this new situation- he should at least get something in return! Damn Dumbledore for having one over him as always- when and what would be his final atonement, if any at all?

And so his unscrupulous doings began, and continued.

It was all quite harmless to begin with, that much was certain. Except for perhaps the requisite verbal obscenities and scathing remarks, which he conceded were duly required. Although he'd never in a million years admit that he believed the boy, even if he could see the truth in those horribly green eyes- it was fact, and fact only, that Harry Potter did not put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Well.

As for the 'Binding Magical Contract' aspect of the whole deal, that too could supposedly be confunded! Severus himself thought it a load of dragon's tripe, but there was no arguing with the all mighty Albus Dumbledore for it simply was not done. Besides, who'd want to cross wands with the wizard who defeated the infamous Dark Wizard Grindelwald? Hecate, not even Voldemort himself was that obtuse! But the boy was not to compete in the Tri-Wizard tournament, and that was final.

And so Severus waited it out, wondering just what would happen, if anything, and silently brooded over the fact the boy in his 'care' was just as arrogant as his late father. He rather hoped that the contract would prove fatal, or at least highly debilitating, when not followed accordingly, since it could at least provide a means of entertainment- even if it was the sadistic sort.

For the moment he was incarcerated, with the boy, in an obscure room of the castle that even Severus him self had no idea of its exact location. The absence of windows could mean anything- that they were underground, in the lake, or right in the very heart of the monstrous edifice. Spells had been altered so that the room could be warded heavily, Dumbledore being the only living soul to know of its exact location. Severus was ashamed to admit, although he only did this when feeling exceptionally depressed, that he'd never even heard of half the spells the old Fool had erected for the room.

But when it appeared that nothing undue was to happen to the Potter boy, boredom began to increase, as too did the feelings of claustrophobia and excessive restlessness. If only he could have a few moments to himself that didn't include taking a piss or a shower, then his meagre sanity might've remained intact- as with Potter's virginity.

At first they'd been sleeping top-to-tail in the modest double bed, but after the first couple of nights awaking to feet in his face and a throbbing nose, Severus demanded Potter sleep in the correct direction.

The idea first popped in to his head when Severus unwittingly saw the boy naked. He hadn't meant to, but he simply couldn't keep his bladder waiting any longer! No one needed to bathe for longer than an hour- it just simply wasn't done. So Severus barged in the bathroom (as there was no magic to lock the door since it would disturb the wards) and came face-to-face with a horrified Potter, softening cock in his cum-splattered grip.

The image of pure debauched innocence wreaked havoc on Severus' thought-to-be non-existent libido, Severus finding himself with erections at all times of the day just like a randy teen boy. With no privacy to wank in his own bed, his sexual urges had escalated to an all-time high. He got so frustrated that one night, after dosing Potter with his nightly sleeping potion (the boy was an insomniac), he rucked his nightshirt up, pulled Potter to his chest and rutted himself against the lovely backside until he messed all over the still-sleeping boy's buttocks.

Phew.

But once wasn't enough, it was only the beginning.

Since the boy was dead asleep, he would never know what had happened. The absence of magic was problematic, for Severus had to be very careful to clean away any evidence of his nightly expeditions. He quite enjoyed rubbing against Potter's firm bum, or even his nicely toned thighs. Lube would have helped, but the only thing that they had that was in any way lube-like was butter, but Severus had no plans on getting all greasy 'down their' as well. At least not without good reason.

Severus also discovered that if he thrust his cock between Potter's thighs, against his perineum and balls, that it too could provide good friction. One thing he hadn't counted on though was the fact that this apparently aroused the boy, his smaller cock hardening each time Severus' cock rubbed against him.

The first time that had happened, Severus has paused to stroke the hard length, his finger smearing a small drop of liquid around the head. He did consider returning the favour, but what was the use? It wasn't like the boy would remember anything, nor did he deserve it. However, Severus didn't mind having free-reign on Potter's body, not abstaining from running his fingers over nipples, hips, his neck and delving his fingers into the tempting crevice- he'd had to suppress a shiver as he skimmed over the small, puckered hole, his cock hardening so much that he'd come just by pressing it against the hot skin of Potter's backside.

Sometimes Severus would straddle Potter's hips, and fist himself to exploding point, spurting pearl liquid drops over the boys flawless skin, then amuse himself by licking it off. He quite enjoyed the taste of own cum, although he had had many years to accustom himself to the acquired taste. He especially enjoyed licking it off the boys' lips, sometimes even slipping his tongue into the hot cave, trying not to notice that there was never a response.

But one day he was driven to bursting point.

Potter had been an irritating shit all day, and Severus could hardly wait until the moment came where he fell asleep. He complained that he was bored, that if nothing had happened to him so far, then nothing would. It was just a stupid myth that the 'Binding Magical Contract' would really have any effect at all if not followed.

Severus was sick and tired of hearing it. He didn't care, and it wasn't like he chose to be locked in a room with a fourteen year old whelp of a boy with nothing better to do than think of scenarios involving the boys loss of life, innocence or virginity. The virginity bit did sound appealing though.

Later that night, when the boy had fallen into his potions-induced sleep, Severus shrugged off his nightshirt and pulled Potter up close against him. His cock was not yet rock-hard, as he was almost forty-one thank you, and things just didn't happen that quickly anymore, but it was almost there. Smirking to himself, he divested the smaller body of its clothing and set about running his hands all over.

He quite liked the boy's nipples, as they stood hard and erect with the barest of touches, not to mention the smoothness surrounding them. Severus has always abhorred chest hair, and used many spells on himself to rid him of it. By this point, his cock was hard and at leaking point, leaving sticky trails along Potter's silken skin. Growling low in his chest, he jolted his hips forward, pressing his cock into the valley between the boys' buttocks. Yes, that did feel nice.

Grunting, Severus pinched a nipple and rolled his hips in search of friction. Oh... yes, there it was. But it wasn't enough, not by far. His heart racing, his top lip sweaty, Severus insinuated his hand between their bodies and grasped his cock, pulling his hips back slightly so that he could prod said cock at Potter's arse again, this time slipping in between the globes and pressing against his tight hole.

Fuck!

At the moment, Severus knew where he belonged- at least momentarily. His breathing haggard, he rubbed the tip of his prick against the hole, feeling his pre-cum wetting it. Pushing forward slightly, he felt a harsh resistance, and knew at that moment that there was no way he could fuck the boy unprepared without him knowing it.

Damn!

Rolling out of bed, his cock bouncing with each step against his stomach, Severus retrieved the butter like a good dog and sidled back to bed and to his unmoving fuck, err, boy. Placing it within reach, Severus rolled Potter back onto his side, and bent his knee up, allowing for better access. A moment later her dipped a finger in the butter, wincing at the horrible consistency of it and fantasising of his lovely pot of lube in his dresser draw. With unrestrained anticipation, he slipped the greasy finger between Potter's nether cheeks, found his destination, and moaned loudly when his finger was sucked in deeply.

By this point Potter was aroused, Severus noted, snarling slightly that the boy was enjoying it. Would that he had a healing potion that would go unnoticed, but alas he did not. He'd love nothing more than to fuck the boy raw, but it was simply not an option.

Slicking a second and a third finger, he hurried his preparations up and in no time had three fingers buried deep within the sleeping boys' arse. His cock was so hard it felt to be made of lead, heavy and dense, a continuous drip of fluid dampening the sheets.

Finally pulling his fingers free, Severus smiled with malicious glee as his slicked himself, and then positioned the blunt tip at the now stretched opening. He knew he'd forever associate the scent of salted butter with Potter's arse and sex, but that was not a disappointing thought, especially as he slowly encased himself within the tightest, most smoothest velvet heat he'd ever in his life experienced.

Oh, surely this was heaven.

Lifting his leg for leverage, he wrapped an arm around Potter so that they might've been one person. Rolling his hips, Severus gasped, feeling almost like his cock was being strangled, but in a most delightful way. He could feel the boys pulse coming from deep inside, and almost wished he'd never have to move- but upon rethinking that thought, Severus knew then and there that moving was simply the best option there was. Pulling his hips back until his cock was almost free of his tight new holiday home; he pushed back in in one languid push, exhaling a breath that signified he'd found his nirvana.

Indulging, Severus kept his initial pace slow, his thrusts long and smooth, teasing himself deliciously. Who would have thought that Potter could actually be useful for something other than putting up on a pedestal? But he surely was, as Severus found out, the taut arse enclosing him almost lovingly within its heat.

A low, deep rumbling noise almost like a lions purr emanated from Severus's very core, right before he upped the ante and pushed his cock in deeper, further, his tight sac caressing the boys' perineum as he took him unknowingly from behind. Using quick, short jabs he brought himself closer and closer to impending orgasm, clutching onto the prone figure of Potter for dear life and he brought himself off.

He knew he wouldn't last long, he couldn't possibly last very long, as a tight, tingling sensation built up in his lower belly, threatening to erupt at any given moment. On a whim, he used his considerable weight, although he was by no means over weight (under, if anything), to roll Potter over, grasp his hips and pull them up, and bury himself deeper than ever before.

Arching his back, throwing his head back and choking back tears of sheer pleasure, Severus howled like the werewolf he so hated, his cock so deep in the boys body he wasn't entirely sure he'd get it back, and violently orgasmed. His whole body shook, tears leaked from his eyes, and his cum bathed the now non-virgin passage forever marking it as his first. Rolling his hips a few more times, until he could no longer bare it, Severus collapsed on the boy, grudgingly careful not to squash him, and waited while he caught his breath and his cock shrank back to normal size and slipped from the young body it so liked to call home.

Fighting off sleep, Severus managed to keep his eyes open long enough to stumble around and clean everything up, before dressing Potter, then himself, and surrendering to slumber, thinking he'd gotten away with his little tryst.

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However, not long after he'd gone to sleep, the body next to him stirred, a hand snaking down his body to grasp his renewed erection. Harry moaned, thrusting into his hand, his thoughts entirely focused on what Snape had just done to him. It had been the most pleasurable experience in his short life, even if he had missed most of it and woken moments before Snape had climaxed inside, yes INSIDE, him.

Harry smirked. Little did Snape know that he'd been becoming increasingly immune to the sleeping potion over the past few weeks. But that suited him fine. He couldn't help but think--

--if only Snape knew. Then he'd surely be dead, 'Binding Magical Contract' or no.

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-fin-