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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-20 Words: 2272
****** Vocalizing ******
by KJmom
Summary
     Severus is uncertain of why Harry wants him. Harry shows him one of
     the many reasons.
Potter (as I force myself to think of him during the day) is bent over his
cauldron, the simmering heat has plastered his unruly hair to his head and the
fringe hangs down in his eyes. There is a shimmering layer of sweat coating his
face. As most of the rest of the class, he has shed his school robes. Unlike
them, however, he has chosen to wear a very white and very thin t-shirt. It's
almost obscene. His beautiful chest is on display for the entire class, and
many have taken notice.
Thankfully, the boy is only interested in me. I'm not sure how an earlier
incarnation of myself might have felt about this, but I am only overjoyed. I
often wonder what the boy sees in me, though. He is young and supple. He is
muscular and fit. He is the epitome of male beauty. How is it that he finds his
way to my bedchamber almost nightly? Why is it that he comes willingly to my
door and in my bed?
I'm not only old enough to be his father, but my age is easily noticeable. I've
never, until this point, been upset over aging. I feel that I have rightfully
earned every wrinkle and I've worn them like a badge of honor. I've seen my
fair share of blood and violence. I've lived my fair share of heartbreak and
misery. My age, and everything that comes with it, is a testament to my wisdom.
But, in his presence, I feel almost debilitated.
Aside from my age, I am also aware that my appearance and countenance aren't
exactly enticing. My face isn't ugly, per say, but it is most certainly not
what would be deemed attractive. Yes, I have a large nose, there isn't much I
can do about that. I also have greasy hair and skin. In my defense I'm holed up
in a potions class for most of the day and the rest is spent replenishing
Poppy's stores. The fumes cling to my body and not only give my skin and hair
an undesirable shine, but soak in and cause a rather disturbing smell. I've
taken to showering the moment I enter my rooms at night in hopes of washing
most of it away before he comes to me.
I lack social etiquette and have never had that certain finesse that would
outweigh my physical appearance. I think what redeems me of that fact is that I
am not clumsy. I do know that I am a proficient and controlled lover, something
Potter has commented on several times. I can bring him to orgasm three times
before allowing myself the same pleasure. I must, however, contribute some of
that to his age. He is only sixteen and is usually only a few strokes away
anyway.
I realize that I've been staring too long when his head tilts slightly and he
catches my eye. The move is subtle enough that no one else would even know that
it is me he is looking at. Those darkening eyes are only for me. It's almost as
if he knows what I've been thinking. He nibbles slightly on his bottom lip and
with that one tiny movement he tells me I won't be alone tonight. I mind so
very little that I allow the rest of my classes study periods and work on some
of my potions for Poppy. Finishing those before the end of the school day will
give me a little more time to prepare for him.
                                      X.X
By the time the light knock signals his arrival, I have showered and changed
into more suitable clothing - a white button-down and a pair of black trousers.
I don't usually 'dress-up' for his visits, but tonight is different. I don't
plan to take him directly to my bed. We normally only converse after our
physical needs have been met, but I have other plans tonight. There is a warm
fire crackling in front of my couch and a bottle of red wine waiting for us.
Yes, he's too young to drink, but isn't he also too young to be sharing a bed
with the likes of myself? I've never considered myself a very moral man, but
the few that I had seem to have gone by the wayside as of late.
I answer the door and step back enough to allow his invisible form entry. He
drinks me in slowly as he drops his cape over the chair by the door. No, I'm
not attractive, but he makes me feel as if I am.
"Wow, Severus," Just that, nothing else, but it's breathy enough that I hear
everything he didn't say.
"We won't be adjourning to the bedroom just yet, Mister Potter, so disillusion
yourself of that notion. Would you care for some wine?" He almost moans when I
call him 'Mister Potter', the only thing that turns him on more is when I growl
his given name in his ear as I'm pushing slowly but forcefully into him.
"Sure, but…" He follows a short distance behind me and I know where his eyes
are and why his sentence trailed off. I don't have the body of a sixteen year
old, but I do have a nice arse.
"No 'buts', Harry. I think I'd like to talk with you for a bit, and I'd like to
do that fully dressed for once," I don't ask him if it's ok and I leave no room
for argument.
"Sure thing, Professor," I turn in time to see the grin on his face. He loves
to call me that. I know that it's for his own benefit, but it still gets under
my skin. It is, in fact, part of the reason I want to have this little chat. I
need to know why he keeps coming back. I'd like to know if he's just horny and
looking for a quick shag, or if this might be more.
"Sit, Harry," I pour him a glass of wine and allow him time to take a few sips
before getting directly to the point, "How long do you intend for this to
continue?"
"What do you mean? You were the one who wanted to talk first…" Insufferable,
idiot boy.
"Not this conversation, Harry, this… this relationship, if that's what you
would call it."
"It's not what I would call it, that's what it is, or I least I thought so. Do
you feel differently?" He's suddenly very unsure. Adorable, kissable brat.
"I don't feel differently. I'm just realistic enough to take into consideration
the fact that you are young and led more by your hormones that anything else,"
I take a deep breath. This is difficult to discuss, but I already feel a little
lighter for having started this talk.
"Oh yes, I'm definitely led by my hormones, but that's not the only thing that
brings me here, Severus. Surely you don't think that I only want you
physically?" I can't help but to laugh a little at this.
"I'll admit the thought has crossed my mind, but then I wonder why you would
even find yourself interested in me physically, so I start to wonder if it
might not be more. It's quite the circle that my mind travels when I allow
myself to dwell on our situation," Normally I would find it difficult to be so
open, hence the wine and my reasons for starting before he arrived.
"I… fuck! How do I even explain? Severus, you are, by far, the sexiest man I
have ever known. I adore everything about you -" The wine also makes it harder
to control my tongue.
"Really, Harry? One thing… Just name one thing," I expect him to have to
consider my request, I'm surprised when he doesn't even hesitate.
"Your voice, it does things to me that are quite sinful. I mean there are so
many things. The way your hair feels right after you shower. The way your body
feels pressed so tight against me. The way you make me feel when you make love
to me. The look on your face when you come. The way you hold me afterwards. You
have an amazing sense of humor that I find myself able to laugh at when you
aren't lashing out at me. All of that and more, but the first thing that comes
to mind is your voice," I'm almost speechless, which is slightly ironic.
"My voice?"
"Oh, yes. Would you like me to show you?"
"How do you propose to do that, Mister Potter?" I'm very interested in this new
development. It's not like I really need another way to arouse him, but I'll
take it just the same.
"Follow me," I don't resist, the wine has definitely gone to my head.
Once we are in my bedroom, he guides me to the wall and tells me not to move.
He begins to talk as he's throwing off his clothes and sliding into my bed.
"Do you know that speech you give your first years?" I nod, it's the same every
year and obviously he knows that.
"I think about that a lot. I wasn't distracted that day, you know? At least not
from you, you had my full attention. I was copying down your every word. You
captivated me in a way no one else ever had. Of course it took a few years to
morph into a sexual fantasy, but I was so young then," I want to tell him that
he's still so young, but now is not the time, that time may never come.
He positions himself in the middle of my bed. He is laying on his back with his
hands at his sides. His legs are bent and angled out to give me a perfect view
of everything he has to offer. He has a lot to offer… I take a step toward the
bed but he raises one hand and shakes his head.
"Stay against the wall. Absolutely no touching. Just talk to me, Severus. Give
me that speech again, deliver it the same way you always do, but perhaps a
little slower and just a tad lower," He drops his hand and his gaze falls to
his crotch, which is starting to stir. He looks back up at me expectantly and I
comply with his request.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class…" His
eyelids flutter and I see his body shudder as his cock begins to harden in
earnest.
"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact
art that is potion making…" I'm amazed at the way he is responding to just my
voice. He's spreading his legs farther and beginning to arch slightly, seeking
a friction that won't come in his current position.
"However, for those select few who posses the predisposition, I can teach you
how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses…" I've never thought of this
speech as sexual or provocative in any way, but my mind is slowly being
changed. I'm just barely able to see a pearly drop of pre-come land on his
stomach.
"I can tell you how to bottle fame…" He moans and worries his lip between his
teeth, but his eyes are still locked on mine. His toes are flexing and he's
starting to bunch the covers in his hands. He silently pleads for more, I want
to join him on the bed, put us both out of our misery, but that's not what he
wants, so I continue.
"brew glory…" He growls and thrusts upward so hard that his head falls back in
frustration.
"and even put a stopper in death…" This is the end of my normal speech, but
delivering it to him, my horny, captivated audience of one, brings to mind the
one time I deviated from my normal lecture. He needs more, he's begging for it
with every jerky movement of his body.
"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities
so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention…" He draws in
a sharp breath and once again meets my eyes. He's biting his lip so hard now
that I'm worried he'll draw blood. He's panting heavily and having trouble
keeping his eyes focused. His is absolutely stunning and for the first time,
I'm absolutely sure that it's me he wants.
"Mister Potter…" His body goes completely rigid as the words leave my mouth and
he growls. I abandon my post by the wall and quickly step up to the bed. I know
he needs more, but not much.
"our new celebrity…" As I emphasize the last word, I run one single finger
quickly down his cock and he explodes.
"Oh…oh fuck yes!" His body bends in a manner I've never witnessed before and
his come splatters his stomach and chest, some shooting far enough to run down
his neck. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life.
He recovers quickly and scoots over to make room for me. I quickly toss my
clothes on the floor with his and I don't miss the desire that clouds his eyes
as he watches my every movement. Yes, this boy, this man-child, wants me. I
don't intend to try to make sense of it and I don't intend to question it any
further. What I do intend to do is shag him rotten tonight and every other
night I'm lucky enough to have him with me.
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