DO NOT READ IF HOMOPHOBIC! I AM WARNING YOU NOW AND NOW ONLY! TO PROCEED IS TO ALLOW YOURSELF TO READ SLASH CONTENT, EXPLICIT SLASH CONTENT THAT CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT – MALE/MALE!
(WELL I MUST SAY THAT I HAD NO INTENTION WHATSOEVER OF CONTINUING THIS STORY BECAUSE IT WASN'T THE IDEA OF A SEQUEL. HOWEVER BASED ON ALL YOUR REVIEWS, BEGGING ME TO CONTINUE, I FIND IT MY DUTY TO SATISFY THE FANS AND GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT!)
(Can't remember your names exactly but this is for you ones who brought the idea in my head to continue )
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They weren't even fully into Snape's office when they started at each other, Harry realising that he just couldn't manage any control over his feelings, his body, as it responded to Snape's touch and warmth. He didn't understand how a feeling of hate and deep loathing could advance into such a gut wrenching hungry desire to touch, feel, make love and satisfy that lion roaring from deep within. As they managed to close the door behind them, Snape ran his hand into Harry's already ruffled hair and brought his lips to Harry, kissing him deep and hard.
Harry didn't know what to do, wasn't sure on how to make love to another man but nevertheless, he used his hands to roam Snape. His hands travelled up to his broad shoulders and then down his back, taking in the warmth beneath the deep black coat. His right hand came back to front and ran its way down, down, towards that part of Snape that was probably begging to be touched. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe easily and he couldn't stop, not that he wanted to, that is.
On the other hand, Snape couldn't believe he was doing what he was. Nothing else could come to mind but to touch Harry and allow the smell of his hair, his skin, to invade his nostrils and his mind. He kissed him deep, deeper, their tongues entwining with each other, hot and full of energy. Then he felt Harry's hand move smoothly down his back and the other hand proceed to that part of him that had never been touched for years now and he allowed a soft moan to escape.
'Don't stop', Snape managed to whisper, his voice low and desperate and he moved his mouth to Harry's ear then down to his neck, kissing him lightly.
'I can't', Harry whispered and when he felt Snape's breath on his bare neck, he became aroused and that part of him pained, because it wanted release. It wanted to be satisfied by touching.
Snape's hands went down to Harry's rear and he walked forward, Harry backwards, towards Snape's desk that had a few jars on it as well as his mark book. Snape roughly turned Harry around so that Harry's back was to him and he allowed his hands to roam to the front of the boy. He unzipped Harry's pants and slipped his hands in, working them over his erect organ. Harry grabbed unto the edge of the table and pressed back harder into Snape, feeling him erect between his buttocks.
It was a feeling unlike any other to Harry because he had never believed himself to feel so aroused and nervous at the same time. His heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel a dull, sharp protruding pain somewhere in his chest and believed it to be his heart, hammering away against his ribcage. The hot, warm blood rushed through his veins, making his head dizzy. Harry was so overcome with desire and emotion that he felt as if he would collapse to the floor. However, Snape was holding him up by keeping him there between himself and the table.
Snape was feeling exactly the same way, added to the fact that he wanted more from Harry. He wanted to touch him bare and taste him. All these years after he had finally found himself being gay, he had been denying it to any one, everyone and it had built up to too much now. So much had been working inside him to get to Harry that he had allowed himself to hate the boy just for one reason and one reason alone: he believed Harry to not be feeling the same way about him. Now that he knew he was wrong and they were here, finally, he was ravished by desire to make hungry love to the boy.
Harry allowed his blue jeans to fall to the floor and then Snape pulled down his brief with one hand, and the other grabbed his hardness firmly in one hand, closing his fingers around Harry.
It felt so hot to have Snape's hand on him and he moaned so loudly, his chest heaving once then there was a quick intake of breathe to which he whispered Snape's name. But there had to be more to this feeling, there just had to be more to happen, more to allow... He turned around and slid Snape's coat over his shoulder, his eyes on him and then he unbuttoned his shirt as well as his pants and pulled it down. Snape allowed him, his hands in Harry's hair.
Harry pulled down Snape's underpants and saw that he was as erect as he was, and he couldn't help but close HIS hand around Snape's hardness, making him groan and move his hips, moving inside Harry's hand, between his fingers. Then Snape lifted Harry unto the desk and he took up the boys bare legs and wrapped it around his waist, then bent forward and their erect organs met, rubbing against each other firmly and hard.
'Oh goodness', Snape harshly whispered and he nuzzled his head into the crook of Harry's shoulder as he grinded against Harry with his hips.
'More', Harry barely managed to whisper, and he turned himself around on the table, his buttocks to Snape and his feet on the ground once more.
Snape grabbed his is rear and bent him over, Harry's face inches away from the desk and by now a few jars lay broken on the ground after being pushed out of the way. He slowly direct himself near Harry's opening and the boy's head shot up, as if he felt pain then he pushed back, signalling Snape to proceed. He then took out muttered a curse of some sort and his hands became wet with a gel of some sort to which he applied to himself and then reaching to Harry's front, he did the same to him as well, all the while massaging Harry with his hands. Then he guided himself into the boy, then when his full length was within him, he proceeded to work in and out slowly then faster, their moans filling the room.
Then Harry came and so did Snape, and when they were well spent, the two of them remained against each other.
Suddenly the door flew open and Malfoy came in, his faced flushed from anger and frustration.
'AHA!' he exclaimed and his eyes glazed over Harry and Snape near the table then opened wide with shock.
Turning around, off he ran, screaming like a little girl.
'Shit!' Snape muttered and reached down for his pants then buttoned his shirt, 'I have to go after him, Harry or else...'
'Malfoy wouldn't say a word', Harry said looking at Snape, 'he knows better.'
'I still should', he said and reached over to kiss Harry, their eyes lingering on each other before Snape proceeded from the room after Malfoy.
Harry stood there after pulling up his pants and took some time to think back on what had occurred between him and Snape. He almost believed it was a dream. It seemed unreal and so not true to him but he knew it was and felt a bit excited, felt a rush coming over him as he thought of what would happen in the future with the two of them. Poor Malfoy, he thought as he remembered the look on his face. If he decided to tell anyone about what he saw, he would probably appear so stupid and crazy to anyone who dared listen to him, for everyone had a clear idea in their minds that Snape and Harry hated each other's guts!
(DEPENDS ON HOW MANY REVIEWS I GET THEN I WILL CONTINUE...FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED BETWEEN MALFOY AND SNAPE...LET'S SEE HOW MANY REVIEWS I GET *WICKED LAUGHS*)