It's up to you if you take any of this seriously. They all belong to JK Rowling Summary: Harry and Snape try having realistic sex. To say that he was ready for their nightly round of mind-blowing sex was an understatement. Harry thought his hard cock might explode if Snape didn't fuck him within the next ten minutes. Potter," Snape said, rising from his chair by the fireplace. Snape hadn't called him 'Mr. But the kiss never came.
Right before Snape's mouth touched Harry's, Snape pulled back and stared down at Harry with a frown. Snape had never pulled back from a kiss before, not even after Harry's potion had exploded and he'd been covered in green slime from head to toe.
He scrubbed his teeth vigorously, and after rinsing his mouth twice he breathed into his own palm and sniffed. Harry slid his arms around Snape's neck, curved his body against Snape's, and crushed their mouths together.
It was strange how Snape had always tasted of tea and mint and scotch, and now his mouth tasted of none of those things. In fact, Harry thought Snape rather tasted like yesterday's Yorkshire Pudding. And Harry certainly hadn't noticed before how Harry licked his lips and could do nothing more than nod before he let his lover lead him to his bed.
A bed that looked decidedly different from the last time Harry had seen it. He fumbled with the first one, and while he was usually able to open it within two seconds, it now took him over half a minute. Right, time for his favorite trick. Harry grabbed hold of Snape's robes with both hands and went to rip open the entire row of buttons in one pull.
The buttons didn't budge. Snape slapped his hands away. He yanked his shirt off, pushed his jeans down, kicked his shoes off, and hopped on one foot as he tried to peel his socks off.
When he was naked and ready, he looked up and saw that Snape wasn't even halfway down the long row of buttons. The cotton definitely wasn't as soft as the silk, he noted uncomfortably. After Harry's many, many glances at the clock on Snape's bedside table, Snape finally lowered his threadbare Y-fronts and joined Harry on the bed.
Snape's hard length, which always throbbed so delightfully against Harry's tongue until Snape filled his mouth with his bittersweet release. Harry lowered himself and sucked the head of Snape's cock into his mouth. After only a second, he pulled back and stared up at Snape with a frown. What on earth are you trying to say? I'm not putting it in my mouth like that.
Go wash your prick. Snape threw the bathroom door shut with a bang. Harry heard the taps running for a minute, and a moment after that Snape reappeared, trying to look composed, but failing somehow. He lowered himself to the bed and lay down on his back. Harry offered him a smile, but Snape didn't return it. Tastes kind of soapy now," Harry said, and curled his fingers around the base of Snape's cock before sucking as much of Snape's length down as he could.
Which wasn't all that much anymore, Harry realized with a gag. He set to sucking the familiar flesh, and when he finally found a comfortable pace and heard Snape moan in appreciation, Harry felt the oddest sensation. Snape dropped back against the pillow with an exasperated sigh, and Harry quickly found his comfortable pace again. Harry moved his tongue up and down the underside of Snape's cock, sucked with all his worth, and after a few minutes he was forced to conclude that his lips had gone numb.
And that he was drooling. Saliva gathered in the corners of his mouth and dripped alongside Snape's prick. Harry inhaled a sharp breath through his nose as he felt a flash of pain travel through his scalp. He sucked harder, determined to see this through.
He sucked until Snape gave no more, and then released Snape's prick with the intention to swallow Snape's seed. But the moment he sat up, he became aware of a strong, heady taste in his mouth. Something of a cross between cheap laundry detergent and cream that had been left outside the fridge for a couple of days. Harry gagged and clapped his hand over his mouth. He again tried to swallow, but his stomach fiercely objected.
Harry pointed at his mouth, his cheeks puffed and his lips pursed. And then he couldn't stand it any longer, and he rushed to the bathroom where he spit out his mouthful of possibly the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted. His eyes looked teary and bloodshot. He rinsed his mouth, and rinsed it again, but that horrible taste wouldn't go away. Harry sighed and reached for the toothbrush. When his mouth was clean and his breath was minty, Harry shuffled back inside the bedroom.
Snape looked at him from his spot on the bed. What can I do for you this evening. Snape had never refused to fuck him before. A man of my age needs a while to recuperate. He settled against the headboard, grabbed the Daily Prophet from Snape's bedside table, and started on the crossword. That one doesn't fit. I've been ready for the last hour and a half. He traced his fingers across Harry's buttocks. He burrowed his head in the pillow and waited with bated breath for the first swipe of Snape's tongue across his pucker.
Snape's breath teased his hot skin, and Harry moaned in anticipation Harry glanced over his shoulder. I get it," Harry grumbled, and stomped to the bathroom. Harry decided to ignore it, and he grabbed a flannel, rubbed soap on it, and then scrubbed between his arse cheeks as hard as he could.
Harry threw the wet flannel at it before he returned to the bedroom. Harry raised his hips, and then finally he felt Snape's wet tongue tease his pucker. His hard cock started to wilt. I'll just feel latex. I prefer to protect myself. Just get on with it.
Snape pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance, and pushed. Harry met his thrusts, rocking back as well as he could. You're not touching my prostate. Perfect," Harry moaned, closing his eyes as he felt the tiny flutters of arousal seep into his sac. His limp cock gave an encouraging twitch. He released a relieved breath. I'm hardly an athlete. Once he found a fast rhythm, he reached for Harry's half-hard cock. Harry closed his eyes as Snape's fingers closed around his sensitive flesh, and he tried to concentrate on the feeling of Snape's strokes and thrusts.
His mind refused to focus, and his cock refused to harden completely. Holding the condom in place, Snape pulled out of Harry's body. Harry looked at him with a frown. Horrified, Harry pushed himself up and stared down between his spread legs. That's just not possible! What do you use that part of your body for, besides letting me fuck it every now and then?
Harry heard him rinse his hands a moment later. He looked down at his impossible prick. Harry returned it, and relaxed when he felt Snape's fingers close around his cock. Snape easily coaxed his soft flesh back to hardness, and then settled for a slow pace. Harry closed his eyes and was finally able to focus on his impending release. Slowly, steadily, Harry got closer, but every time he was almost there, Snape released his prick for a moment to get a better grip.
I'll take care of it myself," Harry said, and gave Snape an uncertain smile. Harry grabbed his prick and started fisting it exactly the way he liked it. Lost in Snape's deep kiss and teasing touches to his nipples, Harry finally felt his climax built until there was no going back.