AN: I was just going on another little slash foray of one of the many
wonderfully delicious sites on the internet, Noire Sensus, (Look for it on
Google) and I was hit with a bolt of.well, that really shouldn't be
discussed. Suffice it to say this is what came out of my fiendish
imagination.
Voyeurism; or When Harry met Snape
By
Her Lover's Spy
Harry moaned into the mattress again, this time from release instead of sexual frustration. Damn Severus to Hell, it was his fault- he was the one who had the voice like dark chocolate, like sex on a plate. It wasn't Harry's fault that every wet dream lately had focused on long dark hair. Then again, it hadn't all been a dream. Oh no, there were a few times against the wall, on the floor, the Staff Table in the Great Hall-that one fantastic hand-job in Dumbledore's office.
Not even Draco could match that.
Ooh, another delicious little toy! Harry mused for a moment on Draco and Severus, tangled in the sheets, moaning as they fucked each other into oblivion in front of one thoroughly aroused Harry Potter aka raging hormonal wanna-be porn star. Harry moaned again and stumbled into his bathroom.
One hot, then cold shower later.
"Draco?" Harry wandered over to the desk in front of him.
"Mmm?" Was the only answer he got.
"Draco? I'm horny.came we please fuck now?"
Draco barely looked up from his Ministry paper work. "Harry, I've got work to do. You're an over-sexed twenty year old, go find Snape, have a quickie in Dumbledore's office again."
Harry mentally slapped himself when he felt his jaw hang open. How the hell did Draco know about that?
The blond laughed, "He was my Head of House, Harry. Do you really think that I didn't know what my boyfriend did when I wasn't with him?"
Oh, well damn.
"Don't worry, Harry, Sex is nobody's business except the three people involved." Draco smirked. He then swept his desk free of paper work.
Harry grinned. "I guess I'll just go get Severus then."
~fin
::Sparkles:: Go check out Noire Sensus, great site, besides lots of
yummy boy on boy action, and to quote one of their members: "Y'know,
I read a straight fic the other day - and it did nothing for me..."
-- Necromage
Voyeurism; or When Harry met Snape
By
Her Lover's Spy
Harry moaned into the mattress again, this time from release instead of sexual frustration. Damn Severus to Hell, it was his fault- he was the one who had the voice like dark chocolate, like sex on a plate. It wasn't Harry's fault that every wet dream lately had focused on long dark hair. Then again, it hadn't all been a dream. Oh no, there were a few times against the wall, on the floor, the Staff Table in the Great Hall-that one fantastic hand-job in Dumbledore's office.
Not even Draco could match that.
Ooh, another delicious little toy! Harry mused for a moment on Draco and Severus, tangled in the sheets, moaning as they fucked each other into oblivion in front of one thoroughly aroused Harry Potter aka raging hormonal wanna-be porn star. Harry moaned again and stumbled into his bathroom.
One hot, then cold shower later.
"Draco?" Harry wandered over to the desk in front of him.
"Mmm?" Was the only answer he got.
"Draco? I'm horny.came we please fuck now?"
Draco barely looked up from his Ministry paper work. "Harry, I've got work to do. You're an over-sexed twenty year old, go find Snape, have a quickie in Dumbledore's office again."
Harry mentally slapped himself when he felt his jaw hang open. How the hell did Draco know about that?
The blond laughed, "He was my Head of House, Harry. Do you really think that I didn't know what my boyfriend did when I wasn't with him?"
Oh, well damn.
"Don't worry, Harry, Sex is nobody's business except the three people involved." Draco smirked. He then swept his desk free of paper work.
Harry grinned. "I guess I'll just go get Severus then."
~fin
::Sparkles:: Go check out Noire Sensus, great site, besides lots of
yummy boy on boy action, and to quote one of their members: "Y'know,
I read a straight fic the other day - and it did nothing for me..."
-- Necromage