Their passion was wild and untamed, burning through them and leaving them breathless.
Snape pushed Harry backwards, into his desk. Harry, through a haze of desire, clumsily pushed himself up onto it, to sit as his lips were assaulted.
Snape was restless as he leaned down, pressing his mouth firmly against Harry's, then tracing his tongue along his lower lip. Harry kept his mouth closed, and Snape could not conceal the frustrated groan that escaped him. He felt Harry's lips smirk beneath his, and felt his temper rising.
He pressed closer, nipping Harry's lower lip so suddenly that Harry gasped… And let him in.
Harry's hands roamed, touching Snape's chest through his robes, then gripping his shoulders. Snape realised the boy had no idea what to do with his hands, so he solved the problem himself.
He picked Harry up and set him on his feet before driving him up against the wall and gripping the boy's wrists, pressing them unmercifully into the wall.
Harry moaned softly and slipped his tongue into Snape's mouth as Snape pressed himself more fully against Harry's smaller frame.
Suddenly, there was a dinging from Snape's clock, and he looked up, tearing himself away from Harry as he did so.
It was nearly Harry's curfew, and he could be in danger of getting detention if he didn't leave soon.
Snape stepped back, running a hand through his greasy hair as Harry straightened his robes.
'S-Same time tomorrow night?' Harry mumbled breathlessly, blushing slightly.
Snape nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching.
'Yes. And don't be late for our… Detentions.'
Harry smiled at this, before leaving. Snape sat tiredly on his couch as the door closed, only to be opened again a few seconds after by Dumbledore.
'Well, Severus!' He exclaimed, looking around at Snape's messy personal quarters. 'Busy night?'
