Extra bit to Primer to the Dark Arts
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icarusWriting a slightly more NC-17 version of certain Primer scenes, not sure if I should bother.
"Harry - " he shook his head and began to correct him…
Harry turned, a look of passionate frustration on his face, one that said "Shut Up" as clearly as if he'd spoken it. He looked as though he would gladly turn this spell on Severus, if only it would work. And… something else…
It had been too long. Never mind their date. "You've earned a break…"
"Expelliarmus!" Severus disarmed Harry as he approached, dropping his own wand as he captured the heat of Harry's face in his hands. His cape slid to the ground between them. But Harry had beaten him to the kiss, fervently, with a stream of invectives nearly unintelligible between breaths.
"You bloody crazy son of a bitch, you bastard -" then Harry pulled out of the kiss and pushed him, then shoved Severus again. "- scared the shit out of me!"
His eyes were blazing and intense, passionate. Severus let him take it all out, laughing a bit, startled at Harry's fury. Though there was no doubt that he deserved it. Of course he did. It was unlike Harry, but Severus had pushed him too far, frightened him, then worked him to the bone.
"You want discretion - then you blame me…! I thought -!"
Then Harry pulled Severus back into the renewed kiss, and the rest of whatever else he had to say was lost, as they devoured each other. They struggled to remove their robes without letting go or interrupting.
Harry spun Severus around, dragging him down to the ground, and now he was having much more success getting both their robes undone. Severus became suddenly aware of their surroundings. He'd never done this before in a place so… public, and felt a momentary thrill of alarm. Then he recalled his magical 'traps' and 'surprises,' and lay back to enjoy this in more privacy than he could ever find at home. Harry's shirt was off, revealing smooth skin that he was tempted to devour. Severus' hands slid to his waist, his achingly narrow hips, while Harry did something marvellous with his teeth, and they were both finding it gaspingly impossible to get any closer. Though, oh, he tried. Harry learned quickly when it came to Quidditch, or this… anything physical perhaps.
"Now I have a thing or two to teach you…" Severus murmured, and he turned Harry over, licking the entryway with practiced skill and passionate intensity.
Harry eagerly raised up onto his hands and knees, a favourite position of his, and glanced back over his shoulder. His lips parted in a sudden gasp at the liquid heat of the Lubricus charm; and then Severus slid their cocks alongside each other. Severus liked to tease him first.
Lips parted as Severus entered him, his moan silent for once. Harry's chin lifted and that beautiful chest heaved. His arse was tight from too much abstinence, and Severus gave him little preparation, resolved to punish him mercilessly for his own unplanned celibacy. But Harry pressed back onto Severus with eager gasps.
So good, yes. Charming, the way Harry bit his lip, so lovely… so beautiful… do you know you're beautiful, Harry? I could compose sonnets about your mouth alone, and the way your eyes flash in the daylight as I take you like this. The smooth curve of you pressed against my hips as I ravish you, ravishing boy. The silk of your thighs as they meet mine.
Yes. Take your cock in hand — I want to feel the rhythm, the descant of your pleasuring yourself as I thrust into you. Show me the wanton abandon on your oh-so-innocent face, when your cock swells and explodes over your fist, the drops falling to the leaves below us.
Not such a boy after all, are you?
I lay you on top of the leaves and they stick to your stomach, and I drive into you with no regard for anything now but myself. In flashes I see your satisfied foolish smile. You so love me to lose control, lose myself in you… Severus' eyes shut as he came.
Severus opened them again, his body still shook, winded. He was seeing stars as yet, but he blinked them away. Harry was turned slightly on his side now, his eyes burning up at Severus. From the expression on his face, Severus realised he must have said part, or all of that, aloud.
Then the young man's lips devoured him, passionately.
When they both could breathe once more, Harry whispered, "Do that again."
Severus laughed, and fell back to forest floor, exhausted.
~*~*~
They ignored how late the hour was, letting the breeze tickle their cool skin. Other than the rocks he had tossed aside, Severus thought he could get used to this out of doors. Severus turned to Harry and caressed his neck and chin with his lips, whispering in a low voice: "Stay with me tonight… no one will notice… I'm sure I can think of some excuse…" Harry just moaned sleepily. He didn't seem to mind or even notice the rocks.
Severus thought Harry was asleep, when he caught the glimmer of green eyes smiling up at him in the half-light, not quite focusing without the glasses. Harry's hand carelessly traced the line of his cheekbone, caressed the silk of the long black hair Severus was so proud of, outlined the shape of his lips; Severus stroked Harry's chest gently and circled the silk of his nipple. Harry's breathing caught. He reveals everything, Severus noted. Perhaps unwisely, but he liked it. Severus inwardly laughed at himself, cynical. So nice to discover you like the ones you fuck, he thought.
The unicorn on the rock above them started a cheerful, and slightly annoying, tinkling trot. Professor Snape's eyes lingered on it a moment, calculating, recalled sharply to the present. And the problem at hand.
Severus' hands slid down past Harry's waist, but Harry was already ready again, his cock prodding eagerly into his hands. Ah, the young, how do they do it? He drew close and whispered in Harry's ear as he fondled him:
"Listen to me. I know you don't like to destroy…"
Harry started. Surely Harry didn't think that Severus Snape didn't know him, most intimately, by now? He was a cautious man. He studied people carefully before he brought them to his bed. As soon as he learned of Harry and Ron, he knew lack of options would likely lead Harry here. Though he hoped there was more to it than that. He feared probably not.
"Yes, I know…" He started to stroke Harry expertly, setting aside his own suddenly insistent pleasure to give all his attention to Harry -
"The Dark Magic… is like this, this passion…" Harry's breathing started to come raggedly, he was very close -
"You are so close to it, Harry…" Harry writhed slightly, he was very near the cusp -
"And then you do this - "
Snape let go.
"I don't know how you can bear it, Harry."
Harry raised up on his elbows, his pale chest rising and falling. Two green eyes blinked and stared at Snape in the twilight. Professor Snape tossed his hair. Strange, to be in this role of teacher, with your student's naked thigh pressed so temptingly against your own. But he saw the lesson sink in.
Perhaps an old murdering Death Eater could teach after all, Severus thought to himself. Wouldn't that be a miracle.
"Then never mind: You flunk Dark Arts. Granger passes instead," Severus said.
"Hey! I worked the spell!"
"Then you get everything else," Severus purred. He turned to Harry.
"I'll take you up on that. Right now," Harry said under his breath. He backed Severus against the kitchen table and began pulling up his robes, kissing his neck and face. The pepper mill clattered to the floor.
"Fucking on the kitchen table? Unhygienic…"
"You keep Bolyvorg Potion with the food - !" He finally had Severus' robes up to his waist. Trousers underneath. Wizards wore too much clothing.
Severus surfaced from a kiss and breathed through a toothy smile: " - it is Hermetically Sealed. I watched the Hermit Seal it myself." Harry had his trousers down. He had torn off the belt to Harry's robe. His robe. It was really fine Harry hadn't dressed after all. "So long as no one tampers with it - "
Harry yanked his trousers the rest of the way off, and fumbled Severus' legs over his shoulder -- silenced him with a kiss, dragging him close. The table rattled slightly; it was never meant to hold any weight. Harry was a pleasant pressure against his arse, pressed against Severus, trembling. Maddeningly, Harry stopped.
" - oh, do go on…" Severus gasped in frustration. He lay back on the table, carefully, as it shook again.
"In the kitchen? It's unhygienic," Harry teased him.
"I don't care!" Severus' fist hit the table and the salt shaker fell to the floor, scattering salt everywhere. Severus looked up.
"You had better move my sugar bowl first - " Too late. Pottery shattered on the hard floor and sugar scattered with a whisper. They both winced. " - damn it."
"Never mind the sugar bowl. Where's your butter?"
~*~*~
Severus had finally managed to get Harry to take a shower. Harry's arms were draped around his shoulders and chest, the water cascading down their backs. It turned Severus' hair into a smooth black sheet, slick and soft along Harry's shoulder. Harry leaned his chin against Severus' collarbone with a sigh.
"Mmm. I love the hair." Harry nuzzled him.
"Really? I hadn't heard."
Severus' habitual toss of his head made the fine sheet of his hair dance along Harry's back. As he well knew. The reaction was predictable. Not that Harry being predictable was always a bad thing. Harry was very willing by the time Severus got him to the bedroom. Soft sheets and downy pillows were always his preference.
They sank into the inviting white pillows and crisp, clean sheets; Harry climbed into the bed backwards and Severus tumbled over him.
The sharp, fresh taste of Harry was in his mouth. He was boyish and firm, sweet and he smelled of soap and that outdoors musk that never left him. A teenager's legs poked up to either side of Severus, and he took the time to admire them with his tongue, while Harry's hands tangled and rumpled his hair. Harry swept it behind Severus' ears.
They rolled together until they found themselves sideways across the bed, Harry's head dangling over the side, his hair spiked by gravity. His face was flushed, and he laughed. Severus slid an arm under his shoulder and scooped him back onto their bed — their bed, such a thought — and Harry giggled, of all things. Severus' heart skipped a beat. Harry was so alive and eager, and wanted him. The entrance was well-prepared from their time in the shower, and with a shiver Harry welcomed him, easily. His legs scissored over Severus' back, casual, relaxed… Severus stroked in at an easy pace, liquid and smooth, one he knew he could maintain for some time.
Harry knew it as well, and gave him a languid smile, a faint challenge in his eyes: You think you have the stamina to outlast me, Severus? that glance said. Harry lifted his arse into a slightly smoother angle. We'll just see about that.
Severus merely glittered at Harry in response, and his lips parted in a ravenous smile. Yes. We shall.
~*~*~
Later in the bedroom, Harry was zipping up his trousers and tucking in his shirt. He glanced about for his glasses. Useless to look for something when you can't see. He noticed Severus twirling something familiar in his fingers.
"Lost something, have you?" he chided, straightening his robes. "Be more careful, I almost sat on them. Objects are never quite the same after a Reparo Spell. Best not to break them in the first place."
"They've had ten Reparo Spells. At least. And I was busy. After all, I want to enjoy you before we're both dead."
"You do not think much of your abilities," Severus said flatly.
"Neither do you."
"Oh, I do not think much of your common sense. Or rather, your complete and utter lack of it," Severus pointed out. Not handing Harry his glasses back yet. "I also do not think much of you as a student to be perfectly honest. You are arguably one of the worst I have ever had. Despite your ability to somehow pass my exams. Your handwriting is atrocious - I should be wearing a pair of these by now as a result - and you have no patience for research. Your essays… are an equal mix of bullshit and mindless parroting, bereft of insight and sometimes even thought. Do not ever think you got away with it. I am not a bad teacher and I know when someone makes no effort.
"But. When it comes to real, practical, physical magic? Well, there are those who say you are one of the best Hogwarts has seen in a long time. Do not let it go to your head, Potter! I have reservations about telling you." He handed back the glasses.
"According to who?" Harry was stunned.
"That is 'whom,' Harry. The werewolf, Professor Lupin, for one. While he was here." Severus watched Harry carefully. "Dumbledore for another. As for myself, until yesterday, I thought they were blinded by that ineffable 'Potter mystique' that seems to cling to you and lets you get away with whatever you want. Even in my kitchen. But after last night's performance… well, it seems my teaching you was not a complete waste of breath. You may prove me wrong if you like. But if you don't mind, wait until after Voldemort has caught up with me. Long after."
"It may not come to that you know," Harry said.
"We should be so lucky," Severus said seriously.
"Harry - " he shook his head and began to correct him…
Harry turned, a look of passionate frustration on his face, one that said "Shut Up" as clearly as if he'd spoken it. He looked as though he would gladly turn this spell on Severus, if only it would work. And… something else…
It had been too long. Never mind their date. "You've earned a break…"
"Expelliarmus!" Severus disarmed Harry as he approached, dropping his own wand as he captured the heat of Harry's face in his hands. His cape slid to the ground between them. But Harry had beaten him to the kiss, fervently, with a stream of invectives nearly unintelligible between breaths.
"You bloody crazy son of a bitch, you bastard -" then Harry pulled out of the kiss and pushed him, then shoved Severus again. "- scared the shit out of me!"
His eyes were blazing and intense, passionate. Severus let him take it all out, laughing a bit, startled at Harry's fury. Though there was no doubt that he deserved it. Of course he did. It was unlike Harry, but Severus had pushed him too far, frightened him, then worked him to the bone.
"You want discretion - then you blame me…! I thought -!"
Then Harry pulled Severus back into the renewed kiss, and the rest of whatever else he had to say was lost, as they devoured each other. They struggled to remove their robes without letting go or interrupting.
Harry spun Severus around, dragging him down to the ground, and now he was having much more success getting both their robes undone. Severus became suddenly aware of their surroundings. He'd never done this before in a place so… public, and felt a momentary thrill of alarm. Then he recalled his magical 'traps' and 'surprises,' and lay back to enjoy this in more privacy than he could ever find at home. Harry's shirt was off, revealing smooth skin that he was tempted to devour. Severus' hands slid to his waist, his achingly narrow hips, while Harry did something marvellous with his teeth, and they were both finding it gaspingly impossible to get any closer. Though, oh, he tried. Harry learned quickly when it came to Quidditch, or this… anything physical perhaps.
"Now I have a thing or two to teach you…" Severus murmured, and he turned Harry over, licking the entryway with practiced skill and passionate intensity.
Harry eagerly raised up onto his hands and knees, a favourite position of his, and glanced back over his shoulder. His lips parted in a sudden gasp at the liquid heat of the Lubricus charm; and then Severus slid their cocks alongside each other. Severus liked to tease him first.
Lips parted as Severus entered him, his moan silent for once. Harry's chin lifted and that beautiful chest heaved. His arse was tight from too much abstinence, and Severus gave him little preparation, resolved to punish him mercilessly for his own unplanned celibacy. But Harry pressed back onto Severus with eager gasps.
So good, yes. Charming, the way Harry bit his lip, so lovely… so beautiful… do you know you're beautiful, Harry? I could compose sonnets about your mouth alone, and the way your eyes flash in the daylight as I take you like this. The smooth curve of you pressed against my hips as I ravish you, ravishing boy. The silk of your thighs as they meet mine.
Yes. Take your cock in hand — I want to feel the rhythm, the descant of your pleasuring yourself as I thrust into you. Show me the wanton abandon on your oh-so-innocent face, when your cock swells and explodes over your fist, the drops falling to the leaves below us.
Not such a boy after all, are you?
I lay you on top of the leaves and they stick to your stomach, and I drive into you with no regard for anything now but myself. In flashes I see your satisfied foolish smile. You so love me to lose control, lose myself in you… Severus' eyes shut as he came.
Severus opened them again, his body still shook, winded. He was seeing stars as yet, but he blinked them away. Harry was turned slightly on his side now, his eyes burning up at Severus. From the expression on his face, Severus realised he must have said part, or all of that, aloud.
Then the young man's lips devoured him, passionately.
When they both could breathe once more, Harry whispered, "Do that again."
Severus laughed, and fell back to forest floor, exhausted.
~*~*~
They ignored how late the hour was, letting the breeze tickle their cool skin. Other than the rocks he had tossed aside, Severus thought he could get used to this out of doors. Severus turned to Harry and caressed his neck and chin with his lips, whispering in a low voice: "Stay with me tonight… no one will notice… I'm sure I can think of some excuse…" Harry just moaned sleepily. He didn't seem to mind or even notice the rocks.
Severus thought Harry was asleep, when he caught the glimmer of green eyes smiling up at him in the half-light, not quite focusing without the glasses. Harry's hand carelessly traced the line of his cheekbone, caressed the silk of the long black hair Severus was so proud of, outlined the shape of his lips; Severus stroked Harry's chest gently and circled the silk of his nipple. Harry's breathing caught. He reveals everything, Severus noted. Perhaps unwisely, but he liked it. Severus inwardly laughed at himself, cynical. So nice to discover you like the ones you fuck, he thought.
The unicorn on the rock above them started a cheerful, and slightly annoying, tinkling trot. Professor Snape's eyes lingered on it a moment, calculating, recalled sharply to the present. And the problem at hand.
Severus' hands slid down past Harry's waist, but Harry was already ready again, his cock prodding eagerly into his hands. Ah, the young, how do they do it? He drew close and whispered in Harry's ear as he fondled him:
"Listen to me. I know you don't like to destroy…"
Harry started. Surely Harry didn't think that Severus Snape didn't know him, most intimately, by now? He was a cautious man. He studied people carefully before he brought them to his bed. As soon as he learned of Harry and Ron, he knew lack of options would likely lead Harry here. Though he hoped there was more to it than that. He feared probably not.
"Yes, I know…" He started to stroke Harry expertly, setting aside his own suddenly insistent pleasure to give all his attention to Harry -
"The Dark Magic… is like this, this passion…" Harry's breathing started to come raggedly, he was very close -
"You are so close to it, Harry…" Harry writhed slightly, he was very near the cusp -
"And then you do this - "
Snape let go.
"I don't know how you can bear it, Harry."
Harry raised up on his elbows, his pale chest rising and falling. Two green eyes blinked and stared at Snape in the twilight. Professor Snape tossed his hair. Strange, to be in this role of teacher, with your student's naked thigh pressed so temptingly against your own. But he saw the lesson sink in.
Perhaps an old murdering Death Eater could teach after all, Severus thought to himself. Wouldn't that be a miracle.
"Then never mind: You flunk Dark Arts. Granger passes instead," Severus said.
"Hey! I worked the spell!"
"Then you get everything else," Severus purred. He turned to Harry.
"I'll take you up on that. Right now," Harry said under his breath. He backed Severus against the kitchen table and began pulling up his robes, kissing his neck and face. The pepper mill clattered to the floor.
"Fucking on the kitchen table? Unhygienic…"
"You keep Bolyvorg Potion with the food - !" He finally had Severus' robes up to his waist. Trousers underneath. Wizards wore too much clothing.
Severus surfaced from a kiss and breathed through a toothy smile: " - it is Hermetically Sealed. I watched the Hermit Seal it myself." Harry had his trousers down. He had torn off the belt to Harry's robe. His robe. It was really fine Harry hadn't dressed after all. "So long as no one tampers with it - "
Harry yanked his trousers the rest of the way off, and fumbled Severus' legs over his shoulder -- silenced him with a kiss, dragging him close. The table rattled slightly; it was never meant to hold any weight. Harry was a pleasant pressure against his arse, pressed against Severus, trembling. Maddeningly, Harry stopped.
" - oh, do go on…" Severus gasped in frustration. He lay back on the table, carefully, as it shook again.
"In the kitchen? It's unhygienic," Harry teased him.
"I don't care!" Severus' fist hit the table and the salt shaker fell to the floor, scattering salt everywhere. Severus looked up.
"You had better move my sugar bowl first - " Too late. Pottery shattered on the hard floor and sugar scattered with a whisper. They both winced. " - damn it."
"Never mind the sugar bowl. Where's your butter?"
~*~*~
Severus had finally managed to get Harry to take a shower. Harry's arms were draped around his shoulders and chest, the water cascading down their backs. It turned Severus' hair into a smooth black sheet, slick and soft along Harry's shoulder. Harry leaned his chin against Severus' collarbone with a sigh.
"Mmm. I love the hair." Harry nuzzled him.
"Really? I hadn't heard."
Severus' habitual toss of his head made the fine sheet of his hair dance along Harry's back. As he well knew. The reaction was predictable. Not that Harry being predictable was always a bad thing. Harry was very willing by the time Severus got him to the bedroom. Soft sheets and downy pillows were always his preference.
They sank into the inviting white pillows and crisp, clean sheets; Harry climbed into the bed backwards and Severus tumbled over him.
The sharp, fresh taste of Harry was in his mouth. He was boyish and firm, sweet and he smelled of soap and that outdoors musk that never left him. A teenager's legs poked up to either side of Severus, and he took the time to admire them with his tongue, while Harry's hands tangled and rumpled his hair. Harry swept it behind Severus' ears.
They rolled together until they found themselves sideways across the bed, Harry's head dangling over the side, his hair spiked by gravity. His face was flushed, and he laughed. Severus slid an arm under his shoulder and scooped him back onto their bed — their bed, such a thought — and Harry giggled, of all things. Severus' heart skipped a beat. Harry was so alive and eager, and wanted him. The entrance was well-prepared from their time in the shower, and with a shiver Harry welcomed him, easily. His legs scissored over Severus' back, casual, relaxed… Severus stroked in at an easy pace, liquid and smooth, one he knew he could maintain for some time.
Harry knew it as well, and gave him a languid smile, a faint challenge in his eyes: You think you have the stamina to outlast me, Severus? that glance said. Harry lifted his arse into a slightly smoother angle. We'll just see about that.
Severus merely glittered at Harry in response, and his lips parted in a ravenous smile. Yes. We shall.
~*~*~
Later in the bedroom, Harry was zipping up his trousers and tucking in his shirt. He glanced about for his glasses. Useless to look for something when you can't see. He noticed Severus twirling something familiar in his fingers.
"Lost something, have you?" he chided, straightening his robes. "Be more careful, I almost sat on them. Objects are never quite the same after a Reparo Spell. Best not to break them in the first place."
"They've had ten Reparo Spells. At least. And I was busy. After all, I want to enjoy you before we're both dead."
"You do not think much of your abilities," Severus said flatly.
"Neither do you."
"Oh, I do not think much of your common sense. Or rather, your complete and utter lack of it," Severus pointed out. Not handing Harry his glasses back yet. "I also do not think much of you as a student to be perfectly honest. You are arguably one of the worst I have ever had. Despite your ability to somehow pass my exams. Your handwriting is atrocious - I should be wearing a pair of these by now as a result - and you have no patience for research. Your essays… are an equal mix of bullshit and mindless parroting, bereft of insight and sometimes even thought. Do not ever think you got away with it. I am not a bad teacher and I know when someone makes no effort.
"But. When it comes to real, practical, physical magic? Well, there are those who say you are one of the best Hogwarts has seen in a long time. Do not let it go to your head, Potter! I have reservations about telling you." He handed back the glasses.
"According to who?" Harry was stunned.
"That is 'whom,' Harry. The werewolf, Professor Lupin, for one. While he was here." Severus watched Harry carefully. "Dumbledore for another. As for myself, until yesterday, I thought they were blinded by that ineffable 'Potter mystique' that seems to cling to you and lets you get away with whatever you want. Even in my kitchen. But after last night's performance… well, it seems my teaching you was not a complete waste of breath. You may prove me wrong if you like. But if you don't mind, wait until after Voldemort has caught up with me. Long after."
"It may not come to that you know," Harry said.
"We should be so lucky," Severus said seriously.