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Bliss (The story)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
27,917
Reviews:
73
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.
Bliss (The story)
AN: I wrote this a while ago and just recently decided to make it a story insted of just a oneshot. I thought that I could make things intresting, I hope that you like it! Please R&R!
I deciate this story to my muses, you know who you are. Thanks a lot, I love you!!!
Now on with it:
Bliss
Harry awoke with a smile on his face, the memory of last night still fresh in his mind. Like most Friday nights, he’d spent it in the potions class room serving another detention while Snape sat at his enormous desk grading first year essays and bickering about how abysmal they were.
Letting his mind wander, the young Gryffindor jumped when he felt a cool vial slip from his hand and land on the concrete floor below shattering. Looking down he could see the greenish liquid once within, ooze over the broken glass and puddle on the floor. Moving to gather up the pieces and clean up his mess, Harry was startled when he heard a voice from beside him and looked up to see his potions master looking at him with a questioning look upon his face, as though he was waiting for an answer, however the boy didn’t hear him ask a question.
“Well are you going to answer me, Potter or are you just going to stand there and look like a moron?”
Harry stammered then said, “I‘m sorry, sir, I didn‘t hear you.”
Looking even more annoyed that he had to repeat himself to a Gryffindor yet again, Snape rephrased his question with a scowl on his face, “I said, what were you thinking about that was so important that you find yourself unable to do a simple task?”
With a blush on his face and feeling utterly embarrassed with the man of his desires standing so close, Harry did the only thing he could do… he bowed his head and lied, “nothing, sir.”
Snape wasn’t daft though, he knew that the boy-who-lived had a bit of a crush on him. He’d noticed it a few times during class and every so often caught the brunette looking at him during meals. So he decided to play along and maybe teach the boy a lesson or two.
“Really, well maybe I can fix that then,” the Slytherin responded moving closer to Harry and grabbing the front of his robes. Taking full advantage of the rather surprised look he got from the boy, Snape pressed his lips against his and after a few seconds began to seek admittance into the other mans warm mouth.
After the kiss broke apart Snape made quick work of riding themselves of their robes and Harry of his pants and shoved the Gryffindor against the nearest lab table. Pulling his pants down to his knees and without warning the professor thrust himself into the awaiting body before him. Hearing the scream that escaped from the younger mans mouth he waited a moment before moving, allowing his partner time to adjust.
Then he began to slowly rock back and forth at a slow pace building a rhythm that would no doubt push his student over the edge in no time. After a few minutes, he heard Harry begging for more.
“More, please. Need to come now,” he panted beneath the stronger man.
Hearing this, Severus slowed his pace and reached up to grab a fist-full of dark hair. Pulling on the hair a bit he leaned down to whisper into his partners ear, “how bad do you want it?”
“Bad,” the reply came in a raspy voice that only served to turn the professor on even more.
He thrust in deep and hard hitting Harry’s sweet spot again, “we‘re you thinking of me when you dropped that vial?”
“Yeeeess!”
“Thinking of me fucking you into a desk?”
“Mirlin!”
“Were you? Were you thinking of how my hard cock would feel thrusting into you like this?” The potions master asked emphasizing his question with another deep, hard thrust.
“Merlin, Yes!! Feels so…. Ahhhh,” Harry moved to stroke his own hardening erection but the older man grabbed his hand before he could cause himself any pleasure.
“None of that now,” the Slytherin thrust once more again hitting that sweet spot and sending the Gryffindor over the edge with a moan of pleasure only to soon follow him into the world of bliss.
Taking a deep breath and a step backward, separating himself from the dark hared wizzared, Snape waved his wand to clean their mess and pulled his pants back up.
He walked over to a nearby cabinet and extracted a small bottle, walking back over to Potter, who was also dressed, he held it out to him.
“That‘ll help with that soreness. I‘ll see you in dentition tomorrow, same time.” And with that the Potions master turned and walked back over to his desk to finish grading the remaining first year essays.
I deciate this story to my muses, you know who you are. Thanks a lot, I love you!!!
Now on with it:
Bliss
Harry awoke with a smile on his face, the memory of last night still fresh in his mind. Like most Friday nights, he’d spent it in the potions class room serving another detention while Snape sat at his enormous desk grading first year essays and bickering about how abysmal they were.
Letting his mind wander, the young Gryffindor jumped when he felt a cool vial slip from his hand and land on the concrete floor below shattering. Looking down he could see the greenish liquid once within, ooze over the broken glass and puddle on the floor. Moving to gather up the pieces and clean up his mess, Harry was startled when he heard a voice from beside him and looked up to see his potions master looking at him with a questioning look upon his face, as though he was waiting for an answer, however the boy didn’t hear him ask a question.
“Well are you going to answer me, Potter or are you just going to stand there and look like a moron?”
Harry stammered then said, “I‘m sorry, sir, I didn‘t hear you.”
Looking even more annoyed that he had to repeat himself to a Gryffindor yet again, Snape rephrased his question with a scowl on his face, “I said, what were you thinking about that was so important that you find yourself unable to do a simple task?”
With a blush on his face and feeling utterly embarrassed with the man of his desires standing so close, Harry did the only thing he could do… he bowed his head and lied, “nothing, sir.”
Snape wasn’t daft though, he knew that the boy-who-lived had a bit of a crush on him. He’d noticed it a few times during class and every so often caught the brunette looking at him during meals. So he decided to play along and maybe teach the boy a lesson or two.
“Really, well maybe I can fix that then,” the Slytherin responded moving closer to Harry and grabbing the front of his robes. Taking full advantage of the rather surprised look he got from the boy, Snape pressed his lips against his and after a few seconds began to seek admittance into the other mans warm mouth.
After the kiss broke apart Snape made quick work of riding themselves of their robes and Harry of his pants and shoved the Gryffindor against the nearest lab table. Pulling his pants down to his knees and without warning the professor thrust himself into the awaiting body before him. Hearing the scream that escaped from the younger mans mouth he waited a moment before moving, allowing his partner time to adjust.
Then he began to slowly rock back and forth at a slow pace building a rhythm that would no doubt push his student over the edge in no time. After a few minutes, he heard Harry begging for more.
“More, please. Need to come now,” he panted beneath the stronger man.
Hearing this, Severus slowed his pace and reached up to grab a fist-full of dark hair. Pulling on the hair a bit he leaned down to whisper into his partners ear, “how bad do you want it?”
“Bad,” the reply came in a raspy voice that only served to turn the professor on even more.
He thrust in deep and hard hitting Harry’s sweet spot again, “we‘re you thinking of me when you dropped that vial?”
“Yeeeess!”
“Thinking of me fucking you into a desk?”
“Mirlin!”
“Were you? Were you thinking of how my hard cock would feel thrusting into you like this?” The potions master asked emphasizing his question with another deep, hard thrust.
“Merlin, Yes!! Feels so…. Ahhhh,” Harry moved to stroke his own hardening erection but the older man grabbed his hand before he could cause himself any pleasure.
“None of that now,” the Slytherin thrust once more again hitting that sweet spot and sending the Gryffindor over the edge with a moan of pleasure only to soon follow him into the world of bliss.
Taking a deep breath and a step backward, separating himself from the dark hared wizzared, Snape waved his wand to clean their mess and pulled his pants back up.
He walked over to a nearby cabinet and extracted a small bottle, walking back over to Potter, who was also dressed, he held it out to him.
“That‘ll help with that soreness. I‘ll see you in dentition tomorrow, same time.” And with that the Potions master turned and walked back over to his desk to finish grading the remaining first year essays.