Disclaimer and Authors Note found in the first chapter.
NC-17 PART COMING UP!!!!!!!!!!!! BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Chapter Fifteen-
To keep his mind off the hands that had gone around his torso, the tickling, tempting breath that came from somewhere by his ear, and the body slightly pressing to his, Harry occupied himself with the book in his hands. He flipped through the register, found the page-number, turned to that page and began to read. Or at least he tried to. It was incredibly difficult to ignore the soft mouth that was barely touching his neck, seemingly searching for the right spot to kiss, or lick, or, no wait! He was not going to think about that. He was definitely not going to think about that. Nope, not him. Think about.Voldemort dancing ballet in a pink tutu outside the UN building! Now that was a sight that Harry really wished he wasn't going to see.
That wonderful mouth had found its spot and was beginning to kiss it. The hieroglyph right there! It looked a lot like a lion, didn't it. The mouth had occupied itself with giving Harry a hickey, the long-fingered hands where pulling him closer while running all over his body.
Slightly sharp teeth grazed his skin, and Harry couldn't hold back a moan. The first few buttons of his black shirt went open, one pale hand sliding inside. The mouth was finding its way up his neck, across his cheek and to his mouth. Despite himself, Harry turned his head, opening his mouth to say something. However, before he got that far, Severus kissed him and he forgot everything else. Suddenly Harry felt the tug of a Portkey, and when he looked around again the two of them were in a dimly lit chamber. Everything was either black, forest-green or silver.
Harry put in the bookmark, marking the page, and put the book down on the table in front of the fireplace, right beside the high-backed, green, comfortable chair. Before he could get another look around, Severus came up to him and kissed him again. This time Harry replied with equal eagerness.
His hands were working on the Potion Master's robe while the owner of the robe was running his hands all over Harry's chest and back. Finally the robe was off, joining Harry's shirt on the floor. Severus steered them towards the bed in the corner, and before Harry could gather his wits about him, he was on his back with Severus on top, kissing him while working on his pants. Harry traced a line of kisses at the pale shoulder, his hands on Severus' back.
It didn't take long before both of them where as naked as the day they where born. Severus was trailing kissed from Harry's earlobe, down his neck and over his chest. He stopped at the first nipple and licked, smiling in triumph when Harry gasped. He moved over to the other one and gave it the same kind of treatment. Butterfly kisses traced Harry's chest, and further downwards.
Harry gasped as Severus' warm breath tickled his erection, his hands gripping the sheets in a death grip. A warm tongue flickered out of that wonderful mouth, barely touching, teasing. Harry was about to talk when Sev's mouth gently surrounded his cock and sucked. He nearly came right then and there. A gentle, pale hand held his hips down while the other playfully traced its fingers along the pulsing cock.
Severus enjoyed making Harry squirm like this. It had been one hell of a fight not to jump on the boy from the first time he had seen him, at the Sorting Feast in Harry's first year. When Harry had left the night after the bonding without even saying goodbye, he had broken Sev's heart. The experience had made Severus hard, cold and full of hate, but it was also that that had made him go to Dumbledore and ask for forgiveness. He decided not to dwell on it, and concentrated on his goal. Making Harry scream and beg. He grinned as Harry gasped again.
Severus moved from the cock, much to Harry's displeasure, and craved the young man's mouth in a gentle kiss. The action quickly went from gentle to hot, greedy and needy; tongues battling furiously . Harry's hands weaved into Sev's hair as the older man moved to his neck again. One pale hand reached out to the cabinet beside the bed, opened a drawer and took out a bottle filled with some colourless potion. Severus dripped a few drops on his fingers, put the bottle back into the drawer, closed it, and slid a slick finger inside the young man. Harry gasped again.
"Oh, my god!" it was the first thing either one of them had said since Severus had come up behind Harry in the library. The finger wiggled drawing another gasp from Harry. Another joined the first, then a third. If this wasn't torture, then Harry had no idea what was. "Sev, please!" he begged. An evil, seducing chuckle came from the taller man. But nothing happened for a while except the torturing. Suddenly Harry moaned in disappointment as Sev's fingers slid out of him. But before he had time to protest, Severus placed himself above his young lover and slid in. Harry gave a yell and arched of the bed.
"Enjoying yourself?" Severus' voice was filled with lust, want and need. He wiggled a bit.
"Holy shit!" Harry gasped. His hand found Sev's, their fingers twinning together, the golden rings shining in the dim firelight. Harry could tell that Severus was fighting hard not to lose his control and to do everything slowly. He was sure that his poor neck couldn't take much more, and his heart was already digging its way out of his chest. Harry found the other man's mouth and claimed it in a heated kiss that was returned with equal eagerness. "Please?" Severus kissed him once again then began to move.
Harry's arm tightened around the older man, their clasped hands shook, sweaty fingers leaving angry, hot crescent-shaped marks. Their breaths heavy gasps. Suddenly Harry screamed, Severus' name leaving his lips. Severus followed a second later, collapsing on top of Harry. Both of them took a few minutes to collect themselves, then Severus moved off his young lover and settled down beside him, taking Harry into his arms. Harry snuggled closer and quickly fell asleep, Severus watching him for some time, then he, too, fell asleep.
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NC-17 PART COMING UP!!!!!!!!!!!! BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Chapter Fifteen-
To keep his mind off the hands that had gone around his torso, the tickling, tempting breath that came from somewhere by his ear, and the body slightly pressing to his, Harry occupied himself with the book in his hands. He flipped through the register, found the page-number, turned to that page and began to read. Or at least he tried to. It was incredibly difficult to ignore the soft mouth that was barely touching his neck, seemingly searching for the right spot to kiss, or lick, or, no wait! He was not going to think about that. He was definitely not going to think about that. Nope, not him. Think about.Voldemort dancing ballet in a pink tutu outside the UN building! Now that was a sight that Harry really wished he wasn't going to see.
That wonderful mouth had found its spot and was beginning to kiss it. The hieroglyph right there! It looked a lot like a lion, didn't it. The mouth had occupied itself with giving Harry a hickey, the long-fingered hands where pulling him closer while running all over his body.
Slightly sharp teeth grazed his skin, and Harry couldn't hold back a moan. The first few buttons of his black shirt went open, one pale hand sliding inside. The mouth was finding its way up his neck, across his cheek and to his mouth. Despite himself, Harry turned his head, opening his mouth to say something. However, before he got that far, Severus kissed him and he forgot everything else. Suddenly Harry felt the tug of a Portkey, and when he looked around again the two of them were in a dimly lit chamber. Everything was either black, forest-green or silver.
Harry put in the bookmark, marking the page, and put the book down on the table in front of the fireplace, right beside the high-backed, green, comfortable chair. Before he could get another look around, Severus came up to him and kissed him again. This time Harry replied with equal eagerness.
His hands were working on the Potion Master's robe while the owner of the robe was running his hands all over Harry's chest and back. Finally the robe was off, joining Harry's shirt on the floor. Severus steered them towards the bed in the corner, and before Harry could gather his wits about him, he was on his back with Severus on top, kissing him while working on his pants. Harry traced a line of kisses at the pale shoulder, his hands on Severus' back.
It didn't take long before both of them where as naked as the day they where born. Severus was trailing kissed from Harry's earlobe, down his neck and over his chest. He stopped at the first nipple and licked, smiling in triumph when Harry gasped. He moved over to the other one and gave it the same kind of treatment. Butterfly kisses traced Harry's chest, and further downwards.
Harry gasped as Severus' warm breath tickled his erection, his hands gripping the sheets in a death grip. A warm tongue flickered out of that wonderful mouth, barely touching, teasing. Harry was about to talk when Sev's mouth gently surrounded his cock and sucked. He nearly came right then and there. A gentle, pale hand held his hips down while the other playfully traced its fingers along the pulsing cock.
Severus enjoyed making Harry squirm like this. It had been one hell of a fight not to jump on the boy from the first time he had seen him, at the Sorting Feast in Harry's first year. When Harry had left the night after the bonding without even saying goodbye, he had broken Sev's heart. The experience had made Severus hard, cold and full of hate, but it was also that that had made him go to Dumbledore and ask for forgiveness. He decided not to dwell on it, and concentrated on his goal. Making Harry scream and beg. He grinned as Harry gasped again.
Severus moved from the cock, much to Harry's displeasure, and craved the young man's mouth in a gentle kiss. The action quickly went from gentle to hot, greedy and needy; tongues battling furiously . Harry's hands weaved into Sev's hair as the older man moved to his neck again. One pale hand reached out to the cabinet beside the bed, opened a drawer and took out a bottle filled with some colourless potion. Severus dripped a few drops on his fingers, put the bottle back into the drawer, closed it, and slid a slick finger inside the young man. Harry gasped again.
"Oh, my god!" it was the first thing either one of them had said since Severus had come up behind Harry in the library. The finger wiggled drawing another gasp from Harry. Another joined the first, then a third. If this wasn't torture, then Harry had no idea what was. "Sev, please!" he begged. An evil, seducing chuckle came from the taller man. But nothing happened for a while except the torturing. Suddenly Harry moaned in disappointment as Sev's fingers slid out of him. But before he had time to protest, Severus placed himself above his young lover and slid in. Harry gave a yell and arched of the bed.
"Enjoying yourself?" Severus' voice was filled with lust, want and need. He wiggled a bit.
"Holy shit!" Harry gasped. His hand found Sev's, their fingers twinning together, the golden rings shining in the dim firelight. Harry could tell that Severus was fighting hard not to lose his control and to do everything slowly. He was sure that his poor neck couldn't take much more, and his heart was already digging its way out of his chest. Harry found the other man's mouth and claimed it in a heated kiss that was returned with equal eagerness. "Please?" Severus kissed him once again then began to move.
Harry's arm tightened around the older man, their clasped hands shook, sweaty fingers leaving angry, hot crescent-shaped marks. Their breaths heavy gasps. Suddenly Harry screamed, Severus' name leaving his lips. Severus followed a second later, collapsing on top of Harry. Both of them took a few minutes to collect themselves, then Severus moved off his young lover and settled down beside him, taking Harry into his arms. Harry snuggled closer and quickly fell asleep, Severus watching him for some time, then he, too, fell asleep.
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