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Chapter 10: The Author Loves Lemons!

Harry gasped as he was tossed on the bed by the ravenous looking man in front of him. If he wasn't his mate he would have been terrified, but as it was it only made him grow impossibly harder. His body was quickly covered by the older man's, his mouth brutally claimed once again.

Harry had always imagined his first time would be slightly awkward, yet absolutely brilliant. He'd imagined that, after a few fumbling gropes, he'd find himself becoming confident and smooth, Taking his partner to the peak of pleasure that all teenage boys dreamed about reaching with someone other than their own hand. Instead he found that he couldn't keep up with the obviously experienced man on top of him. All he could do was whimper and writhe under Severus's masterful hands. Before he knew it, his robe and the professors clothes had been discarded and it was naked flesh against naked flesh.

Severus shifted off of him, pushing and pulling his useless limbs until he was laying on the bed properly, head against the pillows. Then, so slowly Harry wanted to cry, he moved back into his position leaning over him and carefully lowered his hips until his hot, hard shaft was nestled next to Harry's own. His arms seemed to move of their own accord as the wrapped around Snapes torso, grasping uselessly at his back. Trying to buck up into that delicious contact he realized that the professor was using his greater weight and strength to hold him down.

Whining in the back of his neck, Harry found himself pleading in half sentences for more: More contact, more friction, more everything.

"Shhhh, little one." Severus replied. "I will not leave you wanting... for long. But I want to take my time exploring my new mate. I want to know every touch that makes you gasp, whimper and moan. I want to hear you scream in ecstasy from my touch. We have all night and I intend to make use of every. last. second." Harry cried out as a large hand with long, slender fingers ran down his chest and stomach, Stopping just shy of his pubic hair and massaging the sensitive skin there with calloused finger tips.

In an odd contrast to the erotic sensation, soft lips kissed his forehead, staying for a few moments before starting to drift down his cheek and over his chin in small pecks. When the mouth landed on his throat though, a hot, wet tongue joined the exploration and added to the blaze already burning inside of him. Harry's fingers twitched on the other mans back. He was desperate for any sort of attention to his groin, his mind growing more and more hazy until he was just a writhing ball of lust. Some small part of his brain held on long enough to wonder how much of it was purely his own and how much was due to his new empathic abilities before it too gave up all reason.

An animalistic noise escaped Harrys throat as Snapes mouth found a nipple and suckled it to a hard peak. His hand's traveled up the older man's back to his hair but he was unable to stop him from releasing the hard nub and continuing along the trail that only he could see. He stopped at his navel long enough to dip his tongue in and out of the natural indentation in a slow, repetitive motion, causing his young mate to gasp and squirm at the oddly exciting sensation before once again returning to his downward trek, sliding his body with him as he went.

With every second that passed, Severus drew closer and closer to the throbbing need between Harrys legs. He found himself bucking uncontrollably as that distinctive nose nuzzled into the dark patch of hair just above where he most wanted to be touched. He couldn't control the yelp that he released when his new mate shifted down again, by passing his pulsing hard-on and gripping the underside of his thighs, pushing them up in a move so fast and smooth that it made his spin. He now lay on his back with his knees bent, feet and calves dangling uselessly in the air as the older man's grip shifted to the back of his knees.

Using his new grip to push slender legs back until they were nearly to the smooth, unblemished chest that he had previously explored. "Hold them." He said in a commanding voice. When he received neither reply nor compliance, he shifted closer so that he could rest a hand on the youngers cheek, demanding his attention. "Harry." Brilliant green eyes, dazed with lust, finally rested on his face. "I need you to hold your legs up for me, little one. I can't continue properly if you don't ." A crimson hue spread across the face beneath him as Harry grasped the meaning of his words. He was rather amused to see it reached the upper half of his chest, but he knew he had to be desperate by now and sure enough it only took a moment before small hands replaced his own. He was pleased to note though that the blush did not fade.

Returning to his former position laying between the boy's hairless legs. His hands reached out to grasp and massage the soft round globes before him, eliciting the most delicious sounds from his nubile young mate. Oh, but the little one was a treasure! So sensitive, so responsive! He had wanted to take things far slower, had wanted to make good on his promise to drag their pleasure throughout the entirety of the night, but the noises Harry made were driving him mad with want till he could hardly stand it. He would have to take him soon, but no matter what, he WOULD taste of him first.

Using His thumbs to spread Harrys cheeks, he marveled at the deep pink pucker. It was so small and the thought that he would be the first to stretch it wide and sink into its hot, silky depths had him growling and growing harder than he could remember being in years. Leaning forward, he put his lips to the tiny opening and recited a wandless cleaning spell against it. A sharp cry of surprise let him know that the spell had done its work. Placing his tongue flat against it, he slowly dragged it upwards, letting the tip just barely push at the center before continuing up to give a firm lick to the back of the younger man's balls.

"Wha-? Ahhh! Ooohhhh... Professor, plea- Ow!"

"My name is Severus, Harry. You should use it." Snape said between soothing licks to the hand print now visible on the boy's ass. "I am not your teacher here, little one. I'm your mate."

"Sev- nnngghh! Severus!" Harry cried out as his mate started to probe his entrance again. With each press he would pull the tip of his tongue back only to return a second later with a firmer push. Finally, the pucker opened and his wet, thick muscle slipped inside causing Harry to thrash at the unfamiliar yet enticing sensation. He slowly started to thrust his tongue in and out, causing the groans and cries from above him to increase in pitch and frequency. Gods, but he was a sensitive one. He could probably make him come just from this, without a touch to his pulsating shaft. While the thought was intriguing, it would have to wait. He needed to be inside his this other part of himself. It had been so long since he had felt the kind of connection that being with ones mate (or mates) could give. So it was with great relief that he welcomed the fluid that started to make his shallow tongue-thrusts smoother than his saliva had allowed.

Harry was momentarily confused by the warm liquid that slid from his hole. It was too thick to be saliva, but he was overcome with the pleasure before he could form a coherent question. He was confused again when Severus' tongue retreated only to be replaced by a finger that slowly slid deeper and deeper and deeper. Harry couldn't believe how long the mans fingers were. Just the one seemed to go on forever. That was until it was resting inside him as far as it could go and other man crooked his finger, pushing against a nub that caused sparks to fly behind his eyelids. Harry's back arched into the bed thrusting his ass up slightly, desperate to get more of that all consuming pleasure, but he found that the finger was retreating instead. His loud whine of complaint was met with a 'hush!' from Severus.

"Patience, little one." he said. "There is plenty more yet to come." Even as he spoke the words, Harry could feel the tips of two fingers pressing against his entrance. This time there was a slight burning sensation and Severus gave him a moment to adjust before he started pumping them in and out and carefully scissoring them inside him. It was an odd and unfamiliar a touch as he had felt all night, but he felt safe in the older mans hands and trusted that he wouldn't hurt him. He managed to stay relaxed when the fingers were pulled all the way out before 3 started to slowly slide in. The burning was much more prominent this time, having passed from merely uncomfortable to actually painful. He gasped and started to squirm when a reflex had him bearing down on the intrusion, causing it to sink further inside that Severus had planned to go just yet, but a strong hand on his stomach stopped. After a few moments, his breathing started to even out and the fingers continued their slow inward slide.

It seemed like it took forever for the Harry to become acclimated to the intrusion, finally the burning lessened, then disappeared altogether and he was able to enjoy the increasingly pleasant sensation. It was only seconds later that Snape pulled his fingers out and shifted up onto his knees. He pulled the youngers legs from his own hands, resting his feet flat on the bed so the older mans body was now framed by the youngers bent knees.

"Harry." he said, touching a hand to his cheek again, glad that it worked just as well this time as it had earlier. "I need you to listen to me and do everything I say. First, hand me some pillows and raise your hips." He was relieved when the younger proved coherent enough to comply. After carefully arranging a few more pillows under the others hips, he continued with his instructions. "Very good. Now, I want you to take slow, deep breaths and try to relax. I warn you: it may hurt at first, But I swear, little one, not for long. I promised you pleasure and you shall have plenty of it."

At Harry's acquiescence, he reached down and guided his neglected member to his young mates hole. The younger mans body was producing enough natural slick to coat himself with before he started gently pushing forward, applying steadily increasing pressure to the opening. At last, the head popped in and he started a slow slide forward, not stopping until he was rested balls deep in his mate, the last piece of himself.

Harry's fingers grasped the bed as tight as they could. He didn't know what to make of what he was feeling. It had definitely hurt, the sharp sting that zinged up his spine when Severus had first entered was undeniable, but he also felt an odd contentedness. Even now, as he lay panting from the overwhelming sensation of being filled completely and stretched beyond what he could have ever imagined, it felt oddly right.

"Slow, even breaths, my own. Remember what I said." Focusing on the figure that now lay stretched above him, resting his weight on his elbows, he started trying to adjust his breathing. "That's it. You're doing so well." Severus intoned before setting his mouth to Harry's flesh, following his earlier path of exploration to occupying himself as he waited. His back was arched to allow his tongue to be able to reach the other's nipples when Harry finally started shifting in a manner that informed Severus that he was ready.

Straightening back out, he leaned in to place one sweet, chaste kiss to Harry's lips before shifting once again so that all his weight was resting on one hand, the other snaking between them to grasp the smaller length, now half-flaccid from the shock of being entered for the first time. Using the pre-come from Harry's earlier arousal, he started a slow, smooth stroke before he started pulling out an inch or so and gliding back in. With each inward glide he shifted the angle a little.

To his partner, the movement of that hot, hard shaft inside of him was not unpleasant, but it left him with a deep longing for more. He wanted deeper, harder thrusts. He wanted, no needed to feel Severus come apart with his new empathic abilities. The very thought made his now fully erect cock twitch in the grip of those slender fingers. "Sev'rus, I- AHHH!"

Gazing down at his younger mate with lust-glazed eyes, Severus released Harry's member, opting instead to use both hands for leverage. Now that he had found his prostate he knew he could bring his partner the greatest pleasure by focusing his attention there. Placing a soft, chaste kiss on the youngers forehead, he felt Harry's legs go around him and started the long, deep thrusts he knew would hit just the right spot.

Harry quickly lost track of who was making what sounds. All he knew was the overwhelming pleasure that wracked his body and, in the back of his mind somewhere, he was aware of an echo of his pleasure. It was different somehow. And growing. It bolstered his own to new heights, wiping out all thought.

Severus could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, could sense Harry's growing presence in his mind. He used his vampire speed to pull himself up onto his knees on the out-stroke, waiting until he could feel that both he and his new mate were seconds away from climax before he shifted back even more. Now his ass rested on his feet, the grip he had had on his mates hips meaning that Harry was pulled down the bed. His head resting on the pillows no longer, his own ass and lower back resting on the taller man's thighs, but he had no chance to register the change before Severus was curling over him leaning toward his neck. And in an instant he knew why. He felt the sharp fangs slice into his skin, but there was no pain. Instead there was a searing pleasure that started at that new point of connection and surged outwards like a tidal wave until it consumed him. Until every nerve ending was screaming with it. He had thought that the sensation of his mate moving inside him and stroking that little spot was overwhelming, but he'd had no idea what the word meant! For an eternity his continued existence was marked solely by that sensation. Nothing else existed to him. All his other senses were useless, that all powerful pleasure was all there was. But then the fangs were slipped from his flesh and Harry knew no more.

A/N:) Once again I have no excuse for the excruciating wait, but I do hop that you enjoyed the new chapter. No doubt horrible grammar aside, I think it's pretty damn good for being my second ever slash lemon. Chapter 11 is already underway, although I'm sure by now that we all understand that that means jack shit when it comes to me. I promise I am not dropping this story. I will continue to work on it and one day, It will be finished. I swear to you. Well... as long as I don't die before then. I think we're alright on that front. Anyway, please review. They really do push me to get this done all the faster. Love you all, and goodbye for now!