Author: Mosh Title: The Fundamental Elements of Distraction Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
Harry unfolded the tattered piece of parchment, squinting down at what was left of the map his father had helped make and had once possessed. It had survived the years, but barely; there were rips and holes, and a few scorch marks marred the intricate spider web of corridors and rooms that were stroked across its thin surface. Nevertheless, Harry hadn't thrown it away. It still worked, mostly - providing the person he was seeking wasn't in one of the ripped or holed areas. Ah. And there he was. A black dot, emerging from the ring of a burn mark as it moved quickly along a hallway on the third floor where some of the staff living quarters were stationed. But this dot was heading downstairs. Above the little black dot was the word 'Severus', scrawled on a small, floating banner. Harry refolded the map and slid it carefully into his pocket, shivering slightly from the chilly air as it snaked down the collar of his robes. Casting a swift glance around the corridor, he furtively made his way towards the staircases.
"I've been doing it for nigh on twenty-five years," Severus said, glancing up from the paper he was writing. Then: "Stop hovering." He looked back down. "Am I distracting you?" "No. I can ignore you." "Oh, really?" "Yes." Harry hung around the doorway, grinning, but eventually grew tired of it. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Sweeping his hair away from his eyes with a sigh, Harry pulled the map out of his robes pocket. "Did you know that it only took three and a half years for your dot to turn from Snape to Severus?" Severus didn't respond, or move. Harry waited, counting in his head. Eventually, something in Severus's posture sagged and he sighed, looking up again. "My what?" Seventeen seconds, a new world record. Harry was getting better at this. That or Severus was getting worse at ignoring him. "Dot," Harry said, waving the folded map. "You know, how I track you." He smirked. "It's a very nice dot. It even seems to stalk across the parchment. It's quite a sexy dot, too-" "If you don't have anything important to say, shut up," Severus said. "Why on earth are you here? I thought you'd have enough marking to do for tomorrow's lessons." Now Harry's smirk spread into a proper smile. "I grew bored." "So you thought you'd come down here to bother me." "Mmhm." Severus put down his quill and pushed his notes aside. He sat back in his chair, folding his arms. "Tell me," he said, staring sincerely at Harry. "How is it that at twenty-five - when you should know better - you still sometimes manage to irritate me as much as you did at sixteen?" Harry shrugged. And so the silent standoff commenced. Until Harry opened his robes. Severus's mouth dropped open. Then he quickly snapped his jaw shut again, pursing his lips (though his nostrils still flared). "Unless you're too busy," Harry said lightly. He dropped the map on the flagstones with a soft smack, then started to slide his hands down his naked body. "You should know better," Severus repeated, though his tone was suddenly weaker than Harry had ever heard it. "Bored, I tell you." Harry languidly slipped his hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly, making a long, gorgeous show of it until he was fully hard, fingers twisting around the dark, swelling head. "Thought I could help you with your work." He went to Severus, who, after that display, had worked his robes buttons open and was pulling his own erection out of his trousers. Taking a moment to peer down at Severus's parchment as if supremely interested, Harry slung one leg over Severus's knees, facing the desk. Staring at Severus's soft, scrawling handwriting - and still stroking his cock with one hand - Harry leaned forwards slightly and began to read in a hushed voice: "Silverfish are a nocturnal insect, relative to the Firebrat; they tend to haunt under fridges and washing machines in Muggle households, seeking out cool, damp areas..." Severus, not even bothering to mask his quickened breathing anymore, reached up and pulled Harry's robes off his shoulders. They slid down Harry's arms like liquid, and then Severus discarded them on the floor in a flurry of black, swishy material. He ran his narrow fingers down the length of Harry's slightly arched spine - which shifted and rippled as Harry shivered under his touch - all the way down between the supple curve of his cream-white, twenty-five-year old arsecheeks. Harry squirmed and continued: "At a half an inch long, with a uniform of silvery or pearl-grey coloured scales, these creatures hitchhike into the home, often hidden in furniture, old books, papers and old, starched clothing..." "Keep going," Severus whispered, in The Tone that made Harry's thighs tremble. Harry braced his hands against the desk at either side of the parchment, reciting the words but not hearing his own voice clearly anymore. He didn't need to see to know that Severus was licking his finger. He found he momentarily couldn't breathe as that finger pushed and teased, gently, against the centre of his arse, with not quite enough pressure to breach it. "Ungh." "Keep going," Severus prompted again. "Extremely potent, Silverfish are sold on the Wizarding Black Market for the use of their scales, which when boiled in vinegar fantasised about you when you used to tell me off for no reason in class. And-and I'd get so fucking hard I could rub my cock against the underside of the desk just by shifting my hips - ohh..." Pushing his index finger into Harry's tight body, Severus leaned forward and licked the sweat beading on Harry's back, stretching his entrance carefully until he could easily introduce two fingers. "A-and I felt so dirrr-dirty because Ron and Hermione were only inches away - Ah!" "Don't talk about Weasley and Granger now -" "Ungh... sorry." Harry cleared his throat. Then moaned as Severus twisted his fingers, pushing them even deeper. "And... and I'd pull my robes around me as I left the room, then go to the loos before my next class to wank off just thinking about getting detention with you... oh, fuck Severus... oh, fuck..." Harry began rocking back and forth. "Sit down," Severus said, withdrawing his fingers. "And keep talking." And so Harry sat, first feeling the hot, blunt press of Severus's cock against his entrance, then the thickness of Severus's length as he slid down over it. It burned delightfully, so Harry pressed down, sinking all the way until he was seated on Severus's lap, so, so full of him. Severus's chest rose and fell, harsh and heated, against his bare back. It was the only thing keeping Harry from losing himself in the sensation of that cock - thick and warm - deep inside. So deep. "And?" "And..." Harry rose up a little way, pulling a helpless-sounding groan out of Severus's throat. "And..." He sank back down with a breathy "then..." and a shuddering "I..." and an almost inaudible "would..." "Would...?" Harry rocked backwards, the chair creaking under their weight. "I would..." Severus bit Harry's shoulder, fingers curling around Harry's hips to keep him steady, or hold on, or both. "Ohh... think about doing this," Harry said quickly, before the words failed him. He rose again around that blissful pulse, drawing it out as slowly as he could. He heard Severus take a breath with anticipation. "Hard..." Severus thrust up on Harry's next thrust down, grinding himself so deep he forgot who he was, moaning: "Oh God, yes, Harry..." And it sounded so good, rolling off Severus's tongue and onto Harry's skin like trickling, melted, honeycomb-chocolate. Harry had tasted that chocolate in Severus's kisses once, after Severus had drizzled the stuff along the length of Harry's prick and then sucked it off. Then sucked him off. That was a taste that Harry associated with death-by-bliss. Well, that's how it had felt. He lowered himself down onto the length of Severus's cock again, the hot swell of it slowly disintegrating his bones with want, his limbs slack and weightless. He sagged against the table. "God, will you please just - Severus - ahh - oh - Severus - ?" Before he knew what was happening, Harry felt himself rising; he was pushed across Severus's desk, his face suddenly squashed down against the squeaky polished wood. Severus thrust once. Hard. "Ah-ohh - not here. Too uncomfortable," Harry panted, watching the condensation from his breath falling and fading, falling and fading quickly against the desk's surface. He groaned as he felt Severus withdraw, feeling tight and empty without the heat of him. "You have two seconds to find somewhere more comfortable," Severus rasped. Harry launched himself from Severus's desk and stumbled through to the bedroom, barely making it to the bed before he felt Severus's body pressing up against him from behind, their skin sliding and sticking together with hot, fresh sweat. Severus puffed something inaudible into Harry's ear and thrust him against the mattress. Harry spread his legs immediately after impact, pushing his arse up and gasping: "Hurry - I fucking want you." He heard Severus swear under his breath before the bed dipped and that gorgeous cock was pushing into him again with no preamble. Bucking back onto it, Harry welcomed Severus's arms around his body to hold him steady; he didn't think he'd be able to control his balance under the sensation of being stretched so perfectly - just how he liked it. Just how he'd been imagining it all sodding day throughout his tedious lessons with the first years. Severus jerked his hips against Harry's backside, skidding Harry halfway up the bed with a rumbling grunt. Severus followed and groaned, doing it again and again and again - harder - until Harry was sprawled face-down into the pillows, gasping helplessly without the leverage to push back onto Severus's cock. "Wait - ohh - wait - ohhh -" And there was bugger all he could do with his arms tangled in the silky, twisted sheets and pillows, and with Severus fucking him so hard like that. "Please let me-" Bugger all he could do. Severus started to draw his strokes out long and deep and slow - too slow - turning Harry's skin and bones into a powerless bag of mush. All Harry could do was let his shoulders sag and his body arch and roll with Severus's movements, feeling like water pushing against the soft shore of the bed. He rocked under the current of Severus's body, the closeness keeping him grounded... thrust hard thrust hard thrust roll-with-it hard thrust- "I need to touch my-" Harry gasped. "I-I need to touch-" He struggled one hand from the sheets and curled his fingers around his own cock, pulling desperately. "Oh no you don't," Severus ground out. "Accio wand!" Harry only had the chance to take one breath before he heard Severus mutter something hushed and low. He felt his whole body suddenly tense up, then rise, his arms shooting out before him. "Wha- ?" Something smooth and thin snaked up over his shoulders, down his biceps and forearms, only to fix tightly around his wrists and pull them straight. The bonds twisted around the headboard like rapid growing vines, shining blue against the cast-iron spokes. Pulling at them, Harry groaned dismally, now completely unable to touch himself. Severus had one strong hand on his hip, the other arm across his chest, holding him up. "You think you can just come down here and distract me whenever you want?" Severus's tone was amused beneath the dark rasp of his voice. It whispered across Harry's sweaty shoulder. "It worked, didn't it?" Harry panted, straining once again against his restraints. It was a hopeless fight. "Would you have left if I'd told you to piss off?" came the reply, punctuated with a long, deep thrust. The bonds fizzed, scorching his wrists as he tried to rock further back onto Severus's length. "No." Severus growled. "Thought not." He dotted a hot kiss in between Harry's shoulder blades. "That wouldn't be like you." Harry opened his mouth, hoping for a retort to come to him naturally, but found nothing but a groan welling in his throat. He became aware of the sway of his own hard cock as Severus started moving again, rocking against him as if he had all the damn time in the world. Harry needed a touch. Just one touch. One little touch. "S-Severus!" Severus kissed the spot between his shoulders again, then speared into him so hard that Harry screamed with delight and desperation. He felt every inch of Severus's length drawing out again, and raised his hips ready for the next thrust - "Fuck!" - and Severus hit the spot perfectly. Harry shuddered and groaned, the violent bliss from the second graze of cock across his prostate twice as fierce as the first. Harry quickly lost track of how many times he had moaned, how many times Severus sank into him, how the muscles and nerves in his arms screamed to be released from the bonds. Everything centred on the man above him, the hair dragging damply across his back, the hands on his hips, the thickness of the cock in his body. He dared not think about his own erection, instead more than happy to concentrate on the tandem sounds he and Severus were making, whispers and mutters of yes and go on and harder and please, please and Harry and oh Severus, Severus. Harry heard Severus let out a long sigh as he came, and felt that wonderful cock twitching deep inside. He clenched gently to keep Severus going, not wanting it to end. He won himself a shaking breath and a "God..." as Severus spiralled, pulling Harry's hips up tightly against him, buried as far as possible in Harry's body so they were soldered together like one being. The pulse of Severus's orgasm seemed to go on forever, an endless-seeming stream of Severus - Severus - Severus. Severus - Severus - Severus. Harry rode it out, moaning as if he were the one who had just come. Then one final, desperate little thrust, as Severus's cock strained to empty everything in Harry's trembling body. Severus. Ohh... give up everything... "Ohh..." Yes.... "Severus..." Please... The oil lamps dimmed momentarily, flickering gently across their bodies. Then one of the glass domes shattered, bursting out across the flagstones like rain; neither paid it any heed - it wasn't the first time it had happened. Severus dipped his head and rested it on Harry's shoulder briefly, drawing in deep lungfuls of air. After a moment he pulled back and whispered: "Are you all right?" Harry nodded into the pillow, his hips still jerking forward. "Could you- ?" He felt Severus smile against his skin, then heard him mutter under his breath. The bonds gracefully uncurled from the headboard, spiralling up into the air with a whip-crack before dropping back down. At the same time Severus withdrew from Harry's aching body and flipped Harry onto his back. The bonds snapped around the bedposts once again, pulling taut. "Oh God." Harry barked out a desperate laugh. "How can you do this to me?" Raising a thin eyebrow, Severus looked down at him, one side of his mouth curled as if in answer. He reached out. Harry shivered and squirmed as Severus's hands started to slide across the silver scars on his body. He was always touching them, always seeking their patterns and treating them like rules to follow. Severus had been there when Harry had got them, trying to shield him from harm. But curses thrown in the heat of hatred could turn corners and wisp around obstructions. Severus's gaze dragged along them, one by one after the other after the other, mapping them with a strange expression. And although Harry was half-caught up the intensity in his partner's coal-black eyes, he was all too aware of Severus's hand, which was now poised motionless above Harry's rigid cock. Yet Severus's dark gaze continued to slowly follow those newer scars as if confused. "They've faded even more - so quickly." Severus frowned, brushing the raised white lines marring Harry's hip as if seeing them for the first time. "They look like faint quill flicks," he said quietly. "I like them." Harry groaned, not caring a whit about what Severus thought of his scars. "Just touch me... God, please!" Severus blinked and looked up at Harry's face, then his mouth started to curl. That familiar humoured smirk of his was worth a thousand frowns, because Harry knew that it meant the wicked torture was over. Severus wrapped his fingers around Harry's flushed length, then leaned down to suck the head into his mouth. Tonguing the slit with insistent swipes, Severus released a rumbling moan of contentment that travelled all the way down Harry's prick. He tried to jerk his hips up, but Severus was having none of it; he squeezed Harry's cock tightly with one hand, the fingers of the other sliding around Harry's balls and holding tightly to stave off any chance of him coming, and bore his whole body weight down on Harry's thighs so he couldn't move. Then Severus resumed sucking, slow but hard. Bloody bastard! Brilliant, brilliant bastard. "B-bastaa- ohh - you utter-" Severus muttered a low sound, his throat contracting and flittering. Harry laughed helplessly to keep from crying out. "I can't believe you - you sod. Hah - ohh!" His whole body rose as Severus stroked quickly with his tongue, so hot and wet and perfect. Harry relentlessly tried to slide his prick deeper into Severus's throat; the prolonged agony of waiting only served to heighten every sensation, making the pleasure burn under his skin, making his rasping breath hurt his lungs as he struggled not to scream again. Severus inched further down his shaft, and it was the sweetest, most agonizing torture not being able to come but being desperately, almost painfully ready. Then Severus caught Harry entirely off-guard, finally releasing his grip and sucking hard on Harry's purpling cock. Harry felt a wet trail slip out of the corner of his eye and travel down to his ear, then he came fast with a choked sob and a violent thrust up into Severus's mouth - Severus's hot, wet mouth that was sucking and fucking and licking and swallowing around his jerking prick. And Harry felt himself falling, coming and coming and he heard himself coming and moaning and arching until there was no more air and nothing left to give.
"Are you back?" "Yep." Severus kissed his shoulder. "Then bugger off. I have work to do for tomorrow." Harry groaned. "Give me a minute, will you?" "All right." He felt another kiss, lingering a little longer this time on his shoulder, then the bed rising as Severus got up. Harry wondered how, after mind-numbing sex like that, Severus had the energy to sit up, let alone get up to work. Another thing that made the man Severus Snape, he supposed. After Harry heard Severus retreat into his study, he managed to slip out of bed, his arse throbbing lightly, familiarly. His robes were still in the other room, so he padded through, brushing his fingers through the back of Severus's hair to touch his neck as he passed behind his chair. "See you tomorrow." Harry pulled his robes around him, hooking his aching arms into the sleeves. "You will indeed." Harry looked at him. "Hey, Severus, I-" He stopped, bit his lip briefly, then said: "Thanks." Severus's eyes flicked up to catch Harry's for a split second, saying it all without giving away more than he wanted to. And at that, Harry left, heading back up to his rooms on the third floor to finish off his paper work for the next day. ~Fin~ |
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