Fic: Fragile (6/9) R
TITLE: Fragile
STATUS/PART: 6/9
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
SPOILERS: minor OotP spoilers
WARNINGS: angst, mentioned child abuse, slash
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine. If it were, I wouldn’t be a poor student.
SUMMARY: Even the best plan has its flaws.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Feedback is as usual most welcome. That means "Please review"!
BETA: Many thanks to narrauko for the fantastic job she does. *hugs*
Chapter 6
When Harry entered Severus’ rooms, the man was nowhere to be seen. Harry decided to take a shower first and then go find him to see if he had already eaten lunch. He stored away his broom and flying robes and went into the bathroom. He had just removed his shirt when the door burst open and Severus stormed in, hands, face and the front of his robes covered in a viscous purple slime. Harry incredulously gaped at him.
“What the bloody hell happened to you!” he exclaimed. Severus ignored him and started to scrub off the sticky substance as best he could. Harry stared at him for another moment then tried to remove Severus’ soiled robes without getting any of the substance on his hands. It was, however, a hopeless undertaking, with Harry unable to reach most of the countless buttons, either because of the potion or because of Severus’ arms being in the way. Finally, he gave up, grabbed his wand and simply vanished the outer robes. Severus who by now had removed most of the substance from his skin acknowledged him for the first time by shooting him a grateful look.
“What is this stuff?” Harry asked, looking at his fingers which he hadn’t managed to keep completely clean. He rinsed his hands under warm water, rubbing vigorously.
“Considering that you’re in my advanced potions class, you should be able to identify this,” Severus commented, before answering Harry’s question. “It’s a Dreamless Sleep Draught before the addition of mistletoe syrup and camomile extract.” Harry thought that that was not necessarily part of his potions knowledge but kept the objection to himself. Then something else occurred to him.
“How exactly did you get that stuff all over you?” Severus looked as if he was going to die of embarrassment.
“I added the wrong ingredient at the wrong time.” Harry goggled. Had Severus Snape, Potions master par excellence, just admitted that he made a mistake in one of his potions? He asked obvious question.
“I wasn’t concentrating,” Severus said haughtily. Harry barely managed to contain a giggle.
“So what did you add?” he asked.
“Powdered dragon fangs!” was the Slytherin’s answer. Harry snorted.
“Then you must have been very unconcentrated. Not even Neville would mix up powder and syrup.” Severus glared but said nothing; which told Harry more than anything else how embarrassed the man truly was.
“What are you doing in here anyway,” Severus enquired, obviously trying to change the subject. “In a state of half dress, no less.”
“I was going to take a shower,” Harry replied. “I’ve been out flying all morning. You should have one too by the way, you still got some of that stuff in your hair.” Severus nodded.
“Let me know when you have finished. I’ll clean my lab in the meantime.”
Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted out: “Join me!” He blushed a deep shade of crimson. “I meant, we both need a shower, so let’s just take a bath. The tub is big enough for both of us.”
Severus looked like he would have preferred to swim with the giant squid, but on the other hand, he didn’t fancy running around with sticky potion on his body much longer. Without another word, he started to remove his shirt.
Harry was surprised that his offer was accepted; but quickly got over his shock and opened the taps to fill the large bathtub with hot water. He took off the remainder of his clothes and slid into the tub, avoiding the sight of Severus’ naked body.
Severus imitated Harry and immediately started to spread shampoo in his hair. He lathered it up and scrubbed his scalp with his fingers but the potion seemed much harder to remove from hair than from skin. After the third dose of shampoo, he let out a frustrated growl. Harry, who had been simply soaking in the hot water until then, motioned him to move closer.
“Let me try,” he suggested. “It might be easier for me since I can see what I’m doing.” Harry made Severus sit in front of him, with his back turned and started to wash the man’s hair. It took a while but finally, he managed to remove the last residues of potion. He was just giving Severus’ scalp a final scrubbing when he noticed that the man had closed his eyes and was obviously enjoying Harry’s ministrations.
Smiling, Harry decided to indulge the Potions master by giving him a thorough head massage. He only stopped when his fingers were hurting. Severus was completely relaxed and Harry pulled him back to rest against his chest.
“Did you like that?” he whispered in Severus’ ear. The man’s eyes flew open when he heard Harry’s voice but the young man had expected him to pull away and preventatively wrapped his arms around him.
“Shhh, Severus, relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” To his surprise, the Potions master leaned back again without a struggle.
“I’m sorry if I went too quickly this morning,” Harry went on. “I didn’t want to scare you away, I just wanted to show you how good it can feel to be close to someone.” A smile tugged at the corners of Severus’ mouth.
“You didn’t scare me, not this time. I liked it. I’m not sure why I left. I think I’m just not used to liking something that way so I wanted to stop it before it became too good.” A wave of relief swept over Harry at these words. He had truly been afraid that he had gone too far.
Harry’s hands started to move on their own accord, ghosting over Severus’ chest. They explored taut pectorals and a flat stomach. Fingertips lingered to play with dusky nipples and circle around the navel. Severus didn’t protest in the least, just let his head roll back on Harry’s shoulder, lips slightly parted and breathing faster than normal. Harry let his mouth wander over the man’s exposed throat, jaw and shoulder. He placed light butterfly kisses on every bit of skin he could reach from his position, soon feeling the excitement grow inside him. He wanted nothing more than to turn the man around and join his hands with his mouth, to taste the skin that felt so exquisitely soft under his exploring fingers. One of his hands wandered deeper than Severus’ navel, playing with the patch of wiry dark curls that stretched down to parts covered by the water. Unexpectedly, Severus grabbed his wrist, stopping him from roaming where he longed to go.
“No,” the man moaned. “Too fast. Feels good but too fast. Not yet.” He turned his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Harry’s lips, then got up. A whimper of disappointment escaped Harry before he could stop it. Severus however held a hand out for him. Harry took it and was pulled to his feet.
For a moment, the two men just stood there and looked at each other. Severus was taller and broader than the fairly skinny Harry. He was not overly muscular but didn’t have an ounce of fat. His chest was almost hairless. He was slightly aroused but nowhere near as fully as Harry.
Finally, Severus tentatively ran a hand over Harry’s chest. The younger man gasped at the fleeting touch. A second hand joined the first. Then Severus pulled Harry flush against his body and buried his nose in the boy’s hair.
Harry moaned as his entire body was pressed against Severus’. Skin was sliding against skin, wet and naked. Harry desperately tried to find friction by rubbing against the other man’s thigh.
When Severus felt Harry’s hardness press against him, he pulled back again and stepped out of the bath, however never letting go of Harry’s hand. With a spell, he dried them both off and led Harry over to the bedroom. He stretched out on the bed and tugged the younger man along with him.
Severus resumed his exploration of Harry’s chest. The touches turned Harry on even more. Remembering the man’s earlier reaction, he didn’t try to direct any attention to his throbbing erection but instead let his own hands roam over Severus, always making sure he was staying well above the waist line. Hands were soon joined by mouths as lips found each other in increasingly deep kisses before moving over naked skin, kissing, nipping and licking. Gentle, almost timid exploration. Harry heard himself moan when Severus fastened his lips on one of his nipples. Long fingers were tracing the firm muscles on his stomach. He ran his hands up and down Severus’ arms, over his shoulders and down his back. The man slid back up for a slow leisurely kiss. He gasped as Harry’s mouth trailed down his throat with soft kisses then licked its way back up.
Harry felt as if he were on fire. He had never experienced anything as intense as Severus’ hands and mouth on him. He longed for the man to touch his most private parts, to relieve him from the burning, the aching in his groin. His lust-fogged brain fleetingly noticed that Severus was barely half-hard but immediately forgot that fact in his own need.
When Severus attacked his nipples again, this time with tongue and teeth, driving him to new, unknown heights of pleasure, he couldn’t stand it any longer. With a deep, throaty moan, he pressed his hand against his erection. The delicious friction was all it took to send him over the edge. He came hard, spurting come over himself and Severus.
*******
The Potions Master was completely overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure Harry’s kisses and touches sent through him. Never in his life had he imagined that someone could make him feel so incredible. The pressure of the younger man’s erection still brought unwanted memories to the surface but Harry seemed to understand his apprehension and restricted himself to exploring above the waist line.
In return, Severus happily explored Harry’s body, satisfied by the boy’s vocal responsiveness that clearly showed his arousal. With rapt fascination, he felt Harry’s hot seed splash onto his stomach and watched the young man’s face, lost in the complete ecstasy of his climax. When Harry went limp and melted bonelessly against him, he gathered him in his arms and held him close.
Harry slowly swam back to consciousness after his mind shattering orgasm. He felt warm, safe and content in Severus’ strong arms. A small voice at the back of his mind told him that he should open his eyes and see how the other man was but he tried to ignore it in favour of this blissful numbness. When the voice changed into a bad conscience, he finally gave in and opened his eyes. His unfocussed gaze was met by a pair of dark onyx pools.
“How do you feel?” Severus asked softly. Harry’s brain took a moment to process the question and his first answer was a slurred “Mmmmmgoooooddonwan’omoooove”. When Severus only raised a quizzical eyebrow, he blinked a couple of times and forced himself to a bit more coherency.
“I feel great,” he finally said. “How are YOU though?” he asked. Severus looked at him in thoughtful silence for a while before he spoke.
“This was - interesting, to say the least. I enjoyed being touched and touching you. I can’t say that I wasn’t afraid at first but I managed to focus exclusively on the pleasure.” Harry was relieved by these words until something occurred to him.
“But you weren’t even properly, umm, you know.” He broke off, blushing furiously. He expected Severus to comment on his embarrassment but the Potions master just replied hesitantly: “I presume I am not yet comfortable enough to have a - natural reaction to the stimulation. I do feel the pleasure but it does not completely arouse me that way. Yet.”
Harry placed a gentle kiss on Severus’ lips and said: “Well, we’ll just have to go on then, won’t we?” He held his breath for a moment, hoping he hadn’t been too bold. Severus, however, gave him a small smile and leaned in for another kiss, this one much less chaste than Harry’s. When he pulled back, both men were slightly out of breath.
In a low, almost seductive voice, Severus promised: “We will go on.” The words sent a feeling like a pleasant electric shock down Harry’s spine but his delight was dampened slightly as the older man continued: “But not now. We will rest for a bit now and then get back to our work. I believe I still have a lab to clean.” Harry couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“Alright, later then. I’ll help you with the cleaning.” He snuggled into Severus’ welcoming embrace and soon, both men fell into a peaceful slumber.
*******
Over the next few days, they fell back into their previous work routine but their evenings and nights were filled with more exploration, more pleasure, more learning of each others’ bodies.
One night, Severus’ hand finally sneaked further than it had ever ventured, touching Harry where the boy had longed to be touched for ages. When Harry reciprocated in an identical fashion, the older man was at first prepared to push him away but then gave in to his hesitant yet infinitely arousing ministrations. That night, Severus Snape experienced his very first conscious orgasm.
The experience seemed to have released something inside the Slytherin. Harry was astonished by the man’s passion, by his confidence and his complete lack of hesitation but he was also glad to have brought him out of his fear. Eagerly, he reciprocated, trying to give as much pleasure as he received.
There were hardly any taboos left between the two men. It was only the final step that they didn’t take. Even though they had never really talked about it, they knew that they were saving it for their bonding.
STATUS/PART: 6/9
RATING: R
PAIRING: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
SPOILERS: minor OotP spoilers
WARNINGS: angst, mentioned child abuse, slash
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine. If it were, I wouldn’t be a poor student.
SUMMARY: Even the best plan has its flaws.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Feedback is as usual most welcome. That means "Please review"!
BETA: Many thanks to narrauko for the fantastic job she does. *hugs*
Chapter 6
When Harry entered Severus’ rooms, the man was nowhere to be seen. Harry decided to take a shower first and then go find him to see if he had already eaten lunch. He stored away his broom and flying robes and went into the bathroom. He had just removed his shirt when the door burst open and Severus stormed in, hands, face and the front of his robes covered in a viscous purple slime. Harry incredulously gaped at him.
“What the bloody hell happened to you!” he exclaimed. Severus ignored him and started to scrub off the sticky substance as best he could. Harry stared at him for another moment then tried to remove Severus’ soiled robes without getting any of the substance on his hands. It was, however, a hopeless undertaking, with Harry unable to reach most of the countless buttons, either because of the potion or because of Severus’ arms being in the way. Finally, he gave up, grabbed his wand and simply vanished the outer robes. Severus who by now had removed most of the substance from his skin acknowledged him for the first time by shooting him a grateful look.
“What is this stuff?” Harry asked, looking at his fingers which he hadn’t managed to keep completely clean. He rinsed his hands under warm water, rubbing vigorously.
“Considering that you’re in my advanced potions class, you should be able to identify this,” Severus commented, before answering Harry’s question. “It’s a Dreamless Sleep Draught before the addition of mistletoe syrup and camomile extract.” Harry thought that that was not necessarily part of his potions knowledge but kept the objection to himself. Then something else occurred to him.
“How exactly did you get that stuff all over you?” Severus looked as if he was going to die of embarrassment.
“I added the wrong ingredient at the wrong time.” Harry goggled. Had Severus Snape, Potions master par excellence, just admitted that he made a mistake in one of his potions? He asked obvious question.
“I wasn’t concentrating,” Severus said haughtily. Harry barely managed to contain a giggle.
“So what did you add?” he asked.
“Powdered dragon fangs!” was the Slytherin’s answer. Harry snorted.
“Then you must have been very unconcentrated. Not even Neville would mix up powder and syrup.” Severus glared but said nothing; which told Harry more than anything else how embarrassed the man truly was.
“What are you doing in here anyway,” Severus enquired, obviously trying to change the subject. “In a state of half dress, no less.”
“I was going to take a shower,” Harry replied. “I’ve been out flying all morning. You should have one too by the way, you still got some of that stuff in your hair.” Severus nodded.
“Let me know when you have finished. I’ll clean my lab in the meantime.”
Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted out: “Join me!” He blushed a deep shade of crimson. “I meant, we both need a shower, so let’s just take a bath. The tub is big enough for both of us.”
Severus looked like he would have preferred to swim with the giant squid, but on the other hand, he didn’t fancy running around with sticky potion on his body much longer. Without another word, he started to remove his shirt.
Harry was surprised that his offer was accepted; but quickly got over his shock and opened the taps to fill the large bathtub with hot water. He took off the remainder of his clothes and slid into the tub, avoiding the sight of Severus’ naked body.
Severus imitated Harry and immediately started to spread shampoo in his hair. He lathered it up and scrubbed his scalp with his fingers but the potion seemed much harder to remove from hair than from skin. After the third dose of shampoo, he let out a frustrated growl. Harry, who had been simply soaking in the hot water until then, motioned him to move closer.
“Let me try,” he suggested. “It might be easier for me since I can see what I’m doing.” Harry made Severus sit in front of him, with his back turned and started to wash the man’s hair. It took a while but finally, he managed to remove the last residues of potion. He was just giving Severus’ scalp a final scrubbing when he noticed that the man had closed his eyes and was obviously enjoying Harry’s ministrations.
Smiling, Harry decided to indulge the Potions master by giving him a thorough head massage. He only stopped when his fingers were hurting. Severus was completely relaxed and Harry pulled him back to rest against his chest.
“Did you like that?” he whispered in Severus’ ear. The man’s eyes flew open when he heard Harry’s voice but the young man had expected him to pull away and preventatively wrapped his arms around him.
“Shhh, Severus, relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” To his surprise, the Potions master leaned back again without a struggle.
“I’m sorry if I went too quickly this morning,” Harry went on. “I didn’t want to scare you away, I just wanted to show you how good it can feel to be close to someone.” A smile tugged at the corners of Severus’ mouth.
“You didn’t scare me, not this time. I liked it. I’m not sure why I left. I think I’m just not used to liking something that way so I wanted to stop it before it became too good.” A wave of relief swept over Harry at these words. He had truly been afraid that he had gone too far.
Harry’s hands started to move on their own accord, ghosting over Severus’ chest. They explored taut pectorals and a flat stomach. Fingertips lingered to play with dusky nipples and circle around the navel. Severus didn’t protest in the least, just let his head roll back on Harry’s shoulder, lips slightly parted and breathing faster than normal. Harry let his mouth wander over the man’s exposed throat, jaw and shoulder. He placed light butterfly kisses on every bit of skin he could reach from his position, soon feeling the excitement grow inside him. He wanted nothing more than to turn the man around and join his hands with his mouth, to taste the skin that felt so exquisitely soft under his exploring fingers. One of his hands wandered deeper than Severus’ navel, playing with the patch of wiry dark curls that stretched down to parts covered by the water. Unexpectedly, Severus grabbed his wrist, stopping him from roaming where he longed to go.
“No,” the man moaned. “Too fast. Feels good but too fast. Not yet.” He turned his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Harry’s lips, then got up. A whimper of disappointment escaped Harry before he could stop it. Severus however held a hand out for him. Harry took it and was pulled to his feet.
For a moment, the two men just stood there and looked at each other. Severus was taller and broader than the fairly skinny Harry. He was not overly muscular but didn’t have an ounce of fat. His chest was almost hairless. He was slightly aroused but nowhere near as fully as Harry.
Finally, Severus tentatively ran a hand over Harry’s chest. The younger man gasped at the fleeting touch. A second hand joined the first. Then Severus pulled Harry flush against his body and buried his nose in the boy’s hair.
Harry moaned as his entire body was pressed against Severus’. Skin was sliding against skin, wet and naked. Harry desperately tried to find friction by rubbing against the other man’s thigh.
When Severus felt Harry’s hardness press against him, he pulled back again and stepped out of the bath, however never letting go of Harry’s hand. With a spell, he dried them both off and led Harry over to the bedroom. He stretched out on the bed and tugged the younger man along with him.
Severus resumed his exploration of Harry’s chest. The touches turned Harry on even more. Remembering the man’s earlier reaction, he didn’t try to direct any attention to his throbbing erection but instead let his own hands roam over Severus, always making sure he was staying well above the waist line. Hands were soon joined by mouths as lips found each other in increasingly deep kisses before moving over naked skin, kissing, nipping and licking. Gentle, almost timid exploration. Harry heard himself moan when Severus fastened his lips on one of his nipples. Long fingers were tracing the firm muscles on his stomach. He ran his hands up and down Severus’ arms, over his shoulders and down his back. The man slid back up for a slow leisurely kiss. He gasped as Harry’s mouth trailed down his throat with soft kisses then licked its way back up.
Harry felt as if he were on fire. He had never experienced anything as intense as Severus’ hands and mouth on him. He longed for the man to touch his most private parts, to relieve him from the burning, the aching in his groin. His lust-fogged brain fleetingly noticed that Severus was barely half-hard but immediately forgot that fact in his own need.
When Severus attacked his nipples again, this time with tongue and teeth, driving him to new, unknown heights of pleasure, he couldn’t stand it any longer. With a deep, throaty moan, he pressed his hand against his erection. The delicious friction was all it took to send him over the edge. He came hard, spurting come over himself and Severus.
*******
The Potions Master was completely overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure Harry’s kisses and touches sent through him. Never in his life had he imagined that someone could make him feel so incredible. The pressure of the younger man’s erection still brought unwanted memories to the surface but Harry seemed to understand his apprehension and restricted himself to exploring above the waist line.
In return, Severus happily explored Harry’s body, satisfied by the boy’s vocal responsiveness that clearly showed his arousal. With rapt fascination, he felt Harry’s hot seed splash onto his stomach and watched the young man’s face, lost in the complete ecstasy of his climax. When Harry went limp and melted bonelessly against him, he gathered him in his arms and held him close.
Harry slowly swam back to consciousness after his mind shattering orgasm. He felt warm, safe and content in Severus’ strong arms. A small voice at the back of his mind told him that he should open his eyes and see how the other man was but he tried to ignore it in favour of this blissful numbness. When the voice changed into a bad conscience, he finally gave in and opened his eyes. His unfocussed gaze was met by a pair of dark onyx pools.
“How do you feel?” Severus asked softly. Harry’s brain took a moment to process the question and his first answer was a slurred “Mmmmmgoooooddonwan’omoooove”. When Severus only raised a quizzical eyebrow, he blinked a couple of times and forced himself to a bit more coherency.
“I feel great,” he finally said. “How are YOU though?” he asked. Severus looked at him in thoughtful silence for a while before he spoke.
“This was - interesting, to say the least. I enjoyed being touched and touching you. I can’t say that I wasn’t afraid at first but I managed to focus exclusively on the pleasure.” Harry was relieved by these words until something occurred to him.
“But you weren’t even properly, umm, you know.” He broke off, blushing furiously. He expected Severus to comment on his embarrassment but the Potions master just replied hesitantly: “I presume I am not yet comfortable enough to have a - natural reaction to the stimulation. I do feel the pleasure but it does not completely arouse me that way. Yet.”
Harry placed a gentle kiss on Severus’ lips and said: “Well, we’ll just have to go on then, won’t we?” He held his breath for a moment, hoping he hadn’t been too bold. Severus, however, gave him a small smile and leaned in for another kiss, this one much less chaste than Harry’s. When he pulled back, both men were slightly out of breath.
In a low, almost seductive voice, Severus promised: “We will go on.” The words sent a feeling like a pleasant electric shock down Harry’s spine but his delight was dampened slightly as the older man continued: “But not now. We will rest for a bit now and then get back to our work. I believe I still have a lab to clean.” Harry couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“Alright, later then. I’ll help you with the cleaning.” He snuggled into Severus’ welcoming embrace and soon, both men fell into a peaceful slumber.
*******
Over the next few days, they fell back into their previous work routine but their evenings and nights were filled with more exploration, more pleasure, more learning of each others’ bodies.
One night, Severus’ hand finally sneaked further than it had ever ventured, touching Harry where the boy had longed to be touched for ages. When Harry reciprocated in an identical fashion, the older man was at first prepared to push him away but then gave in to his hesitant yet infinitely arousing ministrations. That night, Severus Snape experienced his very first conscious orgasm.
The experience seemed to have released something inside the Slytherin. Harry was astonished by the man’s passion, by his confidence and his complete lack of hesitation but he was also glad to have brought him out of his fear. Eagerly, he reciprocated, trying to give as much pleasure as he received.
There were hardly any taboos left between the two men. It was only the final step that they didn’t take. Even though they had never really talked about it, they knew that they were saving it for their bonding.