jellybean_slash: "A More Effective Way to Study Potions" (HP/SS, NC-17)
Author: jellybean_slash
Title: A More Effective Way to Study Potions, or Why Harry Passed His Potions Exam
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #1, "Concentrate"
Date: 08/19/06
Summary: Severus never did believe in using traditional teaching methods...
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Word Count: 717
Notes: Written for Nina (Diagonalist) because the smutlet I wanted to write for her didn't work out. Happy (belated) birthday, Di-Di! Also written for the 100quills prompt "Work".
Studying when someone has your cock in their mouth simply does not work.
"Properties of Hellebore," Severus ordered, and Harry tried to think during the few seconds those lips weren't wrapped around him.
"Uh, it's - ah!" A tongue flicked at the head of his cock, and his fingers bent, the tips of them pressed hard against the wall. "poisonous. It's poisonous and... and it can be used, powdered, in invisi-god!-invisibility potions, but you have to maintain a c-constant heat during brewing or it will be useless and cause... nausea."
Severus pulled back a bit, his fisted hand still moving along Harry's length, and the man pressed against the wall took a moment to breathe.
"You neglected to mention that it is most often used in the form of a concentrated syrup to counteract the overwhelming euphoric effects of other ingredients."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe if you weren't sucking my brains out through my prick I'd have remembered that."
"Highly doubtful," Severus replied, tightening his grip on Harry's cock just a little more. "What colour would a properly brewed Elixir to Induce Euphoria be?"
Severus' hand kept moving as his lips formed a tight circle around just the very head of his cock, sucking and licking at the underside in a way that made Harry's eyes roll back into his head. Colours, colours, colours. White, blue, pink, red, red as his cock, red as Severus's lips around his cock. No! Potions. Severus' potions text...
"Sunshine-yellow!" Harry shouted, his back arched and knees weak as Severus pulled away again, allowing him to slump against the wall once more.
"You can recall the exact shade of yellow, but you forgot one of the most crucial properties of Hellebore. You are hopeless, Potter."
"The Half-Blood Prince didn't write anything about Hellebore properties in his book," Harry panted, pressing his heated cheek against the stone wall to cool it.
The hand wrapped around him slowed for just a moment before resuming at an even faster pace.
"What is the most effective way to squeeze the juice from a sopophorous bean?"
The way Severus took his entire length into his throat left Harry breathless, clawing at the wall behind him and stuggling to make any sound other than a strangled moan. His mind worked furiously as the man before him swallowed around his cock. He knew this, it was in the book, and he remembered it so clearly. He could see the words, but the haze in his mind blurred them, and he just needed to think...
"You... you crush them. Flat side of a-ah! s-silver dagger," he groaned.
"Properly stirred, what colour will the Draught of the Living Death be when complete?"
Providing Harry with less than a moment to calm himself enough to think, Severus returned to his self-appointed task of driving him insane.
Draught, draught, draught. A tongue flicked just right left him scrambling to hold on to his train of thought. Properly stirred? Clockwise, counter-clockwise. Nails digging into his hips should have cleared the fog of lust in his mind, but they only made it worse, sending sparks straight to his groin. 5 stirs? No, 7. But what colour? He was certain he would fall over if Severus wasn't holding him up the way he was, his knees were just so weak. He didn't care what colour. Halfway is blackcurrant, and the end result is... is...
"Light... light lilac! Severus, I'm going to..."
Severus just sucked harder and dug his nails in further, sure to be leaving marks, and Harry came with a moan, all thoughts of potions and bloody lilac chased from his mind entirely as the mouth around his cock just kept driving him further and further, tongue pressed against him in all the right places. To Hell with the Elixir, he had natural euphoria.
There was a smug smirk on Severus' face when the result of Harry's competency exams arrived a few weeks later, but Harry hardly spared them a glance. He was only concerned with convincing Severus to help him 'study' again sometime soon.
Perhaps studying when someone has your cock in their mouth works better than it ought to.
Title: A More Effective Way to Study Potions, or Why Harry Passed His Potions Exam
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #1, "Concentrate"
Date: 08/19/06
Summary: Severus never did believe in using traditional teaching methods...
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Word Count: 717
Notes: Written for Nina (Diagonalist) because the smutlet I wanted to write for her didn't work out. Happy (belated) birthday, Di-Di! Also written for the 100quills prompt "Work".
Studying when someone has your cock in their mouth simply does not work.
"Properties of Hellebore," Severus ordered, and Harry tried to think during the few seconds those lips weren't wrapped around him.
"Uh, it's - ah!" A tongue flicked at the head of his cock, and his fingers bent, the tips of them pressed hard against the wall. "poisonous. It's poisonous and... and it can be used, powdered, in invisi-god!-invisibility potions, but you have to maintain a c-constant heat during brewing or it will be useless and cause... nausea."
Severus pulled back a bit, his fisted hand still moving along Harry's length, and the man pressed against the wall took a moment to breathe.
"You neglected to mention that it is most often used in the form of a concentrated syrup to counteract the overwhelming euphoric effects of other ingredients."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe if you weren't sucking my brains out through my prick I'd have remembered that."
"Highly doubtful," Severus replied, tightening his grip on Harry's cock just a little more. "What colour would a properly brewed Elixir to Induce Euphoria be?"
Severus' hand kept moving as his lips formed a tight circle around just the very head of his cock, sucking and licking at the underside in a way that made Harry's eyes roll back into his head. Colours, colours, colours. White, blue, pink, red, red as his cock, red as Severus's lips around his cock. No! Potions. Severus' potions text...
"Sunshine-yellow!" Harry shouted, his back arched and knees weak as Severus pulled away again, allowing him to slump against the wall once more.
"You can recall the exact shade of yellow, but you forgot one of the most crucial properties of Hellebore. You are hopeless, Potter."
"The Half-Blood Prince didn't write anything about Hellebore properties in his book," Harry panted, pressing his heated cheek against the stone wall to cool it.
The hand wrapped around him slowed for just a moment before resuming at an even faster pace.
"What is the most effective way to squeeze the juice from a sopophorous bean?"
The way Severus took his entire length into his throat left Harry breathless, clawing at the wall behind him and stuggling to make any sound other than a strangled moan. His mind worked furiously as the man before him swallowed around his cock. He knew this, it was in the book, and he remembered it so clearly. He could see the words, but the haze in his mind blurred them, and he just needed to think...
"You... you crush them. Flat side of a-ah! s-silver dagger," he groaned.
"Properly stirred, what colour will the Draught of the Living Death be when complete?"
Providing Harry with less than a moment to calm himself enough to think, Severus returned to his self-appointed task of driving him insane.
Draught, draught, draught. A tongue flicked just right left him scrambling to hold on to his train of thought. Properly stirred? Clockwise, counter-clockwise. Nails digging into his hips should have cleared the fog of lust in his mind, but they only made it worse, sending sparks straight to his groin. 5 stirs? No, 7. But what colour? He was certain he would fall over if Severus wasn't holding him up the way he was, his knees were just so weak. He didn't care what colour. Halfway is blackcurrant, and the end result is... is...
"Light... light lilac! Severus, I'm going to..."
Severus just sucked harder and dug his nails in further, sure to be leaving marks, and Harry came with a moan, all thoughts of potions and bloody lilac chased from his mind entirely as the mouth around his cock just kept driving him further and further, tongue pressed against him in all the right places. To Hell with the Elixir, he had natural euphoria.
There was a smug smirk on Severus' face when the result of Harry's competency exams arrived a few weeks later, but Harry hardly spared them a glance. He was only concerned with convincing Severus to help him 'study' again sometime soon.
Perhaps studying when someone has your cock in their mouth works better than it ought to.