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the_hoardStill my very first fan fic. I wrote this for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anise_anise who was there with some kind words at a very difficult time. She was very kind to beta the story. I left the untouched story in a previous post, if anyone is interested in comparing. Anyhow, on to teh Snarry!
Warnings: This is Snarry. That means it's slash. If you don't know what that is, go away. Seriously, it is not for kids. NC-17. Rimming. AU - Dumbledore lives. And Beware the Schmoopy ending!
Oh yeah, everyone does a disclaimer thingy so...Not mine. Depicted herein are beloved characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling and all those who are legally attached to the Harry Potter franchise.
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Snape passed Ron Weasley on his way into the showers. Ron nodded in acknowledgement. Snape grunted. Communal showers, what fun. It was another of Dumbledore’s harebrained ideas; an attempt to breed camaraderie and streamline tactics through specialised training sessions for the Order. It was all well and good to train the Order in Auror tactics but putting everyone in military style barracks during the training sessions…utter bollocks. Snape had no problems with nudity, mind you, but there were some Order members he’d rather not see naked.
Upon entering, Snape noticed the showers were empty save one Harry Potter. Harry Potter wet and glistening in all his glory. Snape gave no indication that he noticed Harry’s taut form, and instead focussed on his own very real aches and pains. He felt he was a man in fit condition, for indeed he was lean and lithe, but after the day’s Auror physical conditioning training meted out by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Snape would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit worse for wear.
Snape hanged the towel he’d wrapped around him on one of the hooks near the doorway, casually walked to the shower taps, and turned it on. He could feel Harry’s eyes on him as he set the water to a steamy temperature. Oh gods, how good it felt to have the hot water beating down on his aching muscles. Snape purposefully ignored Harry’s presence and concentrated on easing his tension. He slowly moved so the water could massage the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. He even allowed a small moan of release to slip through his lips.
As he tilted his head left to allow the water better gain to his neck, Snape allowed his eyes to fall open. His gaze fell upon Harry. Merlin, had the boy no shame? Harry was openly staring.
“Like what you see, Potter?” Snape was sneering.
Harry snorted. “Do you always ask questions with obvious answers?” It was true, it was evident he liked what he saw.
“Is it safe to infer, then, that you did not greet Mr. Weasley thusly?”
“Erm, yeah.”
“How very intriguing.” Snape tilted his head right to allow the water to soothe the other side of his neck. He closed his eyes to savour it.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the sensation of the heat on my skin.” Snape opened his eyes to find Harry had walked to stand within a foot before him.
“The heat coming off the water or me?” Harry had a look in his eyes that pierced Snape right to his groin.
“Who can say?” Snape was surprised at the slight rasp in his voice.
As Harry lowered himself to his knees, he spoke airily, “Professor, perhaps you’ve been soaking too long?”
“Oh?”
“It appears you have a swelling problem.”
“Indeed,” Snape rasped as Harry took matters into his own hands. Or his mouth, rather.
Sweet Merlin, tack yet another thing to the boy’s list of accolades. The Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Quidditch Champion, Master Cocksucker. Though if Snape thought about it, the title would be something more like Fellatio Master. Oh yes, a Master, definitely.
Harry’s hot mouth was clamped tightly around Snape’s swollen prick. His tongue swirled Snape’s sensitive tip, while his hands cradled his balls. Oh the vacuum Harry made with his mouth! Harry sped up his ministrations. Snape looked down and clutched at the boy’s wet strands.
“Potter, I’m going to….” Harry hummed his approval. Snape gasped and thrust his hips at the boy as he came hard in his mouth.
Harry suckled his shaft until Snape was completely flaccid, letting him slide from his lips as he stood. The boy was now mere inches shorter than Snape due to a late growth spurt in his twentieth year. Harry smiled at Snape, grabbed him by his hips, and pulled him close for a searing kiss. He thrust his tongue into Snape’s mouth, sharing the salty tangy flavour of his emission. Snape groaned at the taste of himself and thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth seeking more. Harry grabbed Snape’s arse with both hands and held him tight for another frenzied kiss as he dug his aching erection into Snape’s hip.
When he pulled away from the kiss, Harry said, “Brace yourself.” Snape took a moment to look hard at Harry. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Snape removed his hands from Harry’s delectable body, turned, and placed them flat against the shower wall. Harry trailed his hand from Snape’s nape to the swell of his arse.
Snape looked back over his shoulder, “This had better be good, Potter.”
“No worries, Snape.” With that, Harry was back on his knees again. He put a hand on each cheek and spread them wide; though not nearly so wide as his smile. He so loved this. He placed his mouth on the tight hole and sucked. Snape began to squirm. With his tongue, Harry circled the tight ring, licking it fully, and as Snape’s groans turned to moans, Harry applied pressure. He prodded the pucker insistently, fucking Snape’s arse with his mouth. As Harry’s wicked tongue worked, his hands were caressing Snape’s bollocks and pressing his perineum.
Snape’s body was writhing with sensory overload. “Ah, Potter. Fuck!” Harry’s tongue was unrelenting. So much so, Snape’s groan was one of relief as much as longing when Harry pulled his mouth away.
Harry grabbed the shampoo and quickly lathered up his cock and hands. He stuck a finger and then two and finally three into Snape to be sure he was good and stretched. Snape couldn’t imagine his arse being more relaxed than it was right then.
“Just fucking get on with it,” Snape rasped.
“As you wish, Professor.” Harry squared himself behind Snape, lined up cock with arse and plunged right in. Oh gods, how good that felt! Snape’s tight arse sliding hotly over Harry’s thick cock. Once fully sheathed, Harry held there for a moment to mentally list the top five quidditch teams and their captains.
“Move, damn you!” growled Snape.
Harry gasped, “Yes sir.” His thrusts into Snape were long and powerful. Snape pushed back on him. Both men were grunting like beasts. Harry reached his arm around to grasp Snape’s newly swollen prick with his shampoo-slicked hand.
Harry shifted his angle of penetration and Snape shouted, “Gods, yes Potter! Fuck me harder!” Harry’s strokes increased on Snape’s cock until he heard Snape screaming his completion.
Spasming muscles clenched down on Harry’s thrusting prick. Maddening pressure drove Harry over the edge to a powerful orgasm. He screamed as he pumped his come into Snape’s tight arse.
Exhausted, Harry slumped against Snape, who was now pressed flat against the wall.
“Get off me boy, you’re crushing me!”
“Oh. Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He felt boneless. “Wow.”
“It doesn’t happen often Potter, but you are correct. Wow, indeed.” Snape slowly moved under the hot water again.
“Severus, you alright?”
“Fine, though this encounter did little good for my aching muscles.”
“I’ll make it up to you when we get home,” Harry said with a sly grin.
“Bloody right you will. No one scrubs cauldrons better than you.”
“Oi!” Harry looked at Snape who was grinning back at him. “It’s damn lucky no one walked in on us.”
“It’s not luck. I made it quite clear we were not to be disturbed.”
“You mean they…?” Harry blushed.
“If they didn’t, they must have once they, no doubt, heard your screams.” Harry’s blush deepened. He approached Snape and shared his tap. They washed the remnants of their lust off each other.
“Think we could push the bunks together?”
“No.”
“But...”
“I do not believe anyone here wants to be awakened by your moans, Mr. Potter.”
“Sev?” Snape glared. “ver-us.”
“Yes, Mr. Potter?” Harry attempted a glare. “Harry.”
“I think I love you.”
“Though I shudder to think what insanity has befallen me, I think I love you too.” Snape opened his arms and wrapped them around his intended.
“SOD OFF!!” They shouted together at the banging at the shower door.
anise_anise who was there with some kind words at a very difficult time. She was very kind to beta the story. I left the untouched story in a previous post, if anyone is interested in comparing. Anyhow, on to teh Snarry!Warnings: This is Snarry. That means it's slash. If you don't know what that is, go away. Seriously, it is not for kids. NC-17. Rimming. AU - Dumbledore lives. And Beware the Schmoopy ending!
Oh yeah, everyone does a disclaimer thingy so...Not mine. Depicted herein are beloved characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling and all those who are legally attached to the Harry Potter franchise.
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Snape passed Ron Weasley on his way into the showers. Ron nodded in acknowledgement. Snape grunted. Communal showers, what fun. It was another of Dumbledore’s harebrained ideas; an attempt to breed camaraderie and streamline tactics through specialised training sessions for the Order. It was all well and good to train the Order in Auror tactics but putting everyone in military style barracks during the training sessions…utter bollocks. Snape had no problems with nudity, mind you, but there were some Order members he’d rather not see naked.
Upon entering, Snape noticed the showers were empty save one Harry Potter. Harry Potter wet and glistening in all his glory. Snape gave no indication that he noticed Harry’s taut form, and instead focussed on his own very real aches and pains. He felt he was a man in fit condition, for indeed he was lean and lithe, but after the day’s Auror physical conditioning training meted out by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Snape would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit worse for wear.
Snape hanged the towel he’d wrapped around him on one of the hooks near the doorway, casually walked to the shower taps, and turned it on. He could feel Harry’s eyes on him as he set the water to a steamy temperature. Oh gods, how good it felt to have the hot water beating down on his aching muscles. Snape purposefully ignored Harry’s presence and concentrated on easing his tension. He slowly moved so the water could massage the muscles of his back, shoulders and neck. He even allowed a small moan of release to slip through his lips.
As he tilted his head left to allow the water better gain to his neck, Snape allowed his eyes to fall open. His gaze fell upon Harry. Merlin, had the boy no shame? Harry was openly staring.
“Like what you see, Potter?” Snape was sneering.
Harry snorted. “Do you always ask questions with obvious answers?” It was true, it was evident he liked what he saw.
“Is it safe to infer, then, that you did not greet Mr. Weasley thusly?”
“Erm, yeah.”
“How very intriguing.” Snape tilted his head right to allow the water to soothe the other side of his neck. He closed his eyes to savour it.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the sensation of the heat on my skin.” Snape opened his eyes to find Harry had walked to stand within a foot before him.
“The heat coming off the water or me?” Harry had a look in his eyes that pierced Snape right to his groin.
“Who can say?” Snape was surprised at the slight rasp in his voice.
As Harry lowered himself to his knees, he spoke airily, “Professor, perhaps you’ve been soaking too long?”
“Oh?”
“It appears you have a swelling problem.”
“Indeed,” Snape rasped as Harry took matters into his own hands. Or his mouth, rather.
Sweet Merlin, tack yet another thing to the boy’s list of accolades. The Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Quidditch Champion, Master Cocksucker. Though if Snape thought about it, the title would be something more like Fellatio Master. Oh yes, a Master, definitely.
Harry’s hot mouth was clamped tightly around Snape’s swollen prick. His tongue swirled Snape’s sensitive tip, while his hands cradled his balls. Oh the vacuum Harry made with his mouth! Harry sped up his ministrations. Snape looked down and clutched at the boy’s wet strands.
“Potter, I’m going to….” Harry hummed his approval. Snape gasped and thrust his hips at the boy as he came hard in his mouth.
Harry suckled his shaft until Snape was completely flaccid, letting him slide from his lips as he stood. The boy was now mere inches shorter than Snape due to a late growth spurt in his twentieth year. Harry smiled at Snape, grabbed him by his hips, and pulled him close for a searing kiss. He thrust his tongue into Snape’s mouth, sharing the salty tangy flavour of his emission. Snape groaned at the taste of himself and thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth seeking more. Harry grabbed Snape’s arse with both hands and held him tight for another frenzied kiss as he dug his aching erection into Snape’s hip.
When he pulled away from the kiss, Harry said, “Brace yourself.” Snape took a moment to look hard at Harry. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Snape removed his hands from Harry’s delectable body, turned, and placed them flat against the shower wall. Harry trailed his hand from Snape’s nape to the swell of his arse.
Snape looked back over his shoulder, “This had better be good, Potter.”
“No worries, Snape.” With that, Harry was back on his knees again. He put a hand on each cheek and spread them wide; though not nearly so wide as his smile. He so loved this. He placed his mouth on the tight hole and sucked. Snape began to squirm. With his tongue, Harry circled the tight ring, licking it fully, and as Snape’s groans turned to moans, Harry applied pressure. He prodded the pucker insistently, fucking Snape’s arse with his mouth. As Harry’s wicked tongue worked, his hands were caressing Snape’s bollocks and pressing his perineum.
Snape’s body was writhing with sensory overload. “Ah, Potter. Fuck!” Harry’s tongue was unrelenting. So much so, Snape’s groan was one of relief as much as longing when Harry pulled his mouth away.
Harry grabbed the shampoo and quickly lathered up his cock and hands. He stuck a finger and then two and finally three into Snape to be sure he was good and stretched. Snape couldn’t imagine his arse being more relaxed than it was right then.
“Just fucking get on with it,” Snape rasped.
“As you wish, Professor.” Harry squared himself behind Snape, lined up cock with arse and plunged right in. Oh gods, how good that felt! Snape’s tight arse sliding hotly over Harry’s thick cock. Once fully sheathed, Harry held there for a moment to mentally list the top five quidditch teams and their captains.
“Move, damn you!” growled Snape.
Harry gasped, “Yes sir.” His thrusts into Snape were long and powerful. Snape pushed back on him. Both men were grunting like beasts. Harry reached his arm around to grasp Snape’s newly swollen prick with his shampoo-slicked hand.
Harry shifted his angle of penetration and Snape shouted, “Gods, yes Potter! Fuck me harder!” Harry’s strokes increased on Snape’s cock until he heard Snape screaming his completion.
Spasming muscles clenched down on Harry’s thrusting prick. Maddening pressure drove Harry over the edge to a powerful orgasm. He screamed as he pumped his come into Snape’s tight arse.
Exhausted, Harry slumped against Snape, who was now pressed flat against the wall.
“Get off me boy, you’re crushing me!”
“Oh. Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He felt boneless. “Wow.”
“It doesn’t happen often Potter, but you are correct. Wow, indeed.” Snape slowly moved under the hot water again.
“Severus, you alright?”
“Fine, though this encounter did little good for my aching muscles.”
“I’ll make it up to you when we get home,” Harry said with a sly grin.
“Bloody right you will. No one scrubs cauldrons better than you.”
“Oi!” Harry looked at Snape who was grinning back at him. “It’s damn lucky no one walked in on us.”
“It’s not luck. I made it quite clear we were not to be disturbed.”
“You mean they…?” Harry blushed.
“If they didn’t, they must have once they, no doubt, heard your screams.” Harry’s blush deepened. He approached Snape and shared his tap. They washed the remnants of their lust off each other.
“Think we could push the bunks together?”
“No.”
“But...”
“I do not believe anyone here wants to be awakened by your moans, Mr. Potter.”
“Sev?” Snape glared. “ver-us.”
“Yes, Mr. Potter?” Harry attempted a glare. “Harry.”
“I think I love you.”
“Though I shudder to think what insanity has befallen me, I think I love you too.” Snape opened his arms and wrapped them around his intended.
“SOD OFF!!” They shouted together at the banging at the shower door.
