"I suppose you think you're being subtle," said Snape, watching as Harry bent at the waist to pick up his dropped wand. His robe was nowhere in evidence, and his trousers stretched over his arse enticingly.
Harry turned, then shrugged. "It was worth a shot," he said, readying his wand once more.
Snape rolled his eyes. "You've only been of age for twelve hours, Potter. Don't you think you ought to try your luck with someone more... suitable?" He readied his own wand, after a check to make sure the room wards were still intact.
"Despite my better judgement, you're the one I want," said Harry.
He was totally unprepared when Snape responded with his wand rather than words, the spell sweeping over Harry and leaving him suddenly, shiveringly nude.
"That," said Harry stalking over to Snape purposefully, "is a brilliant spell."
Snape snorted, but showed no lack of enthusiasm for either kissing Harry or getting his own clothing out of the way. More magic shivered through Harry and he realised Snape was preparing him, no need to interrupt the kiss for words, just a swish and flick of the wand. Harry gained a new appreciation for the art of wordless casting, especially when Snape pushed him to the floor and he found himself cushioned by a conjured featherbed.
"I knew you wanted my arse," said Harry, laying back and spreading his legs, eyes flicking from Snape's intent expression to his delicious-looking cock. Well, next time Harry would see how much of it could fit in his mouth; this time, they both had other priorities.
Snape declined to reply, instead pulling Harry's legs over his shoulders and slicking himself with a gesture and another tingle of magic. "Ready?" asked Snape, pausing just at the edge of penetration, giving Harry one last chance to change his mind.
Harry took a deep breath and rocked upwards, pushing back until the head of Snape's cock slid inside and they both gasped. "I've been ready for ages."
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on 2007-07-14 03:06 am (UTC)@};-'-,-
The Foibles of Youth
"I suppose you think you're being subtle," said Snape, watching as Harry bent at the waist to pick up his dropped wand. His robe was nowhere in evidence, and his trousers stretched over his arse enticingly.
Harry turned, then shrugged. "It was worth a shot," he said, readying his wand once more.
Snape rolled his eyes. "You've only been of age for twelve hours, Potter. Don't you think you ought to try your luck with someone more... suitable?" He readied his own wand, after a check to make sure the room wards were still intact.
"Despite my better judgement, you're the one I want," said Harry.
He was totally unprepared when Snape responded with his wand rather than words, the spell sweeping over Harry and leaving him suddenly, shiveringly nude.
"That," said Harry stalking over to Snape purposefully, "is a brilliant spell."
Snape snorted, but showed no lack of enthusiasm for either kissing Harry or getting his own clothing out of the way. More magic shivered through Harry and he realised Snape was preparing him, no need to interrupt the kiss for words, just a swish and flick of the wand. Harry gained a new appreciation for the art of wordless casting, especially when Snape pushed him to the floor and he found himself cushioned by a conjured featherbed.
"I knew you wanted my arse," said Harry, laying back and spreading his legs, eyes flicking from Snape's intent expression to his delicious-looking cock. Well, next time Harry would see how much of it could fit in his mouth; this time, they both had other priorities.
Snape declined to reply, instead pulling Harry's legs over his shoulders and slicking himself with a gesture and another tingle of magic. "Ready?" asked Snape, pausing just at the edge of penetration, giving Harry one last chance to change his mind.
Harry took a deep breath and rocked upwards, pushing back until the head of Snape's cock slid inside and they both gasped. "I've been ready for ages."