This should have been posted a long time ago, but it's horrible how working can mess up my writing schedule. For those, who are reading For Charity as well, it will come, but writing is hard when you have roomates talking, and a tiring work. I really dont know how some of you handle work and writing too... I bow to your greatness.

So this. It's stil just porn. I dont have an excuse.

Chapter Three

Under the Sycamore

"We're lost."

"We're not lost."

Harry gripped Snape's arm and made the other wizard face him. "Say it after me: we do not know where we are. We are lost." He articulated every word slowly.

Snape rolled his eyes and jerked his hand out of Harry's grip. "We're not lost. I know exactly where we are."

"Oh really?" Harry asked back. "Then pray tell, why on Earth are we going around in circles?"

"We're not."

"Which way is the tent then?"

Snape made a motion with his arm that covered half the woods north-west to them. "Somewhere that way. We just have to keep going towards… that."

"Okay, you know what," Harry asked back with an irritated huff. "I am going to sit down here at the base of this nice… what is this, a sycamore?" Harry eyed the huge tree for a moment then just plopped down under it. "And you go on with your quest. The moment you get back to the tent and get your wand, you can simply apparate back to me and pick me up, too."

"Or just leave you here to rot with the leaves."

Harry shrugged. "Or that. Or you can simply stay. Sit here with me and wait until someone finds us. I know for a fact that is what one should do in case of being lost in the woods."

"Well," Severus sneered and turned on his heels, "that is exactly why your solution is unacceptable. We are not lost."

Harry glared at Snape's back and shouted after him, "Well, good bye then! And good luck!"

Snape didn't even deem him worthy of a wave of his hand, he just stalked off without any further comment.

"What a brilliant fucking Sunday…" Harry grumbled, throwing his back against the tree. This had been a horrible day so far but it still wasn't as bad as the twin's would be after they met Snape. It was their fault really, all of it.

After yesterday's horrendous "let's catch our own dinner" plan it really wasn't a huge improvement. If it hadn't been for Snape and his miraculous spices and whatnots, they would have had to eat simple chili beans straight out of the can probably. But Snape was brilliant once again and produced some awesome food out of the stuff he found among the trees, making everyone happy.

Then came Sunday and another one of the Weasley brother's brilliant plans. After Penis Friday, and Hunting Saturday now it was Muggle Sunday.

"We should act all muggle," they said. "Leave the wands and live a day like that, without magic," they said.

'How fucking moronic', Harry thought now, though he must admit, at least to himself, that it didn't sound so bad at all when they had first proposed it.

They had food after all, even if only beans and bread, and probably some eggs; nothing even remotely as good as what Molly would whip out for Sunday lunch, but still, it was edible and Snape had the power to make it actually delicious with random herbs and mushrooms he seemed to smell out under bushes and sometimes on top of trees. They had already gotten the fire going, as well, so whatever would they need magic for, right? Well, as it turned out, wood was one of the things. Now that Accio-ing dry wood for the fire wasn't an option, some people had to venture into the forest to collect some. And there in the woods, Harry realized just how lost he was without his dearest, beloved wand, even if Snape was right there with him.

They were supposed to stay at the edge of the forest. They were supposed to collect wood. But all of a sudden Snape was all "This way, Potter, I can smell rosemary," and "Come, Potter, I think this is basil," and then there was an actual boar and baby boars, and no bloody wands. Which resulted in running. A lot of running.

By the time the boar left them alone, they were somewhere in the thickest part of the forest, where sunshine barely got through the dense leaves and the bushes rustled dangerously every now and then. They wandered from there, having a wild guess at where their tent was, and just pushing and pushing through the underbrush.

Which is how Harry ended up sitting under a sycamore utterly fed up and Snape roaming the woods alone, not in the least lost, just not finding the way that lead to the tent, which he didn't know where was. But no, not lost.

Harry looked around, hoping to see Snape coming back, but of course the forest was as Snape-less as it could be. They shouldn't have separated, Harry knew that now. It was a bad idea; worse than Muggle Sunday, in fact. He wished they hadn't.

They shouldn't have argued either. He wished he could control himself more around Snape but it was god damn hard. Last morning… that dawn was an eye-opener for Harry. It was one thing that he was attracted to Snape. He had been since he was sixteen. What of it? He was attracted to many men. This thing that started Friday night as they were sitting around the fire, was something quite different. It was lust. Much more dangerous than the tame affection. It was burning. Wild. Demanding. It was this lunacy that made him grab Severus' cock.

But there was something else beneath all this lunacy and madness and tameness. Something that didn't let him move any other time. That didn't let him wake Snape last night and call him out of the tent. That didn't let him squish next to Severus on the bed or let him pull him out of it at dawn and invite him to see another sunrise.

Unfortunately, it wasn't common sense. Common sense left Friday night and wouldn't be back until they didn't apparated away from this blasted hellhole of a forest.

After their lovely wanks, sex would be just another step. They could do it, call it stress relief, and leave it behind like the ashes of their camping fire. The lust would be gone. The madness would be gone. But that other thing, it wouldn't leave. It would grow thicker and thicker roots and cling to Harry's heart, etched deep within, invisible under the surface.

Because this other thing planted the most dangerous ideas in his head: when the training was just too much it was this that suggested they should get a pint afterwards, knowing it would help him keep going, perform better just to impress; or that simple thought that giving a coffee mug to a coffee addict was brilliant, because Snape would always remember Harry when he drank coffee. Innocent on their own, but together a web of danger that lead to daydreams of mornings when he would wake to Severus' velvet, deep baritone, his touch, his kiss.

"Miserable sod," Harry groused drawing his fingers through his hair.

These thoughts could be dangerous. Reading more into something that wasn't there only as illusory hope could turn painful soon enough.

He banged his head against the tree, his fingers buried in his unruly mop of hair.

"Missing me that bad already?"

Harry looked towards the voice immediately, feeling relieved when his eyes shifted upwards on the familiar figure. He stood quickly as he said, "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Oh," Snape reacted observing Harry, looking for any trace of sarcasm in his tone or his expression. But Harry just walked closer with an apologetic smile.

"Let's go. We never should have separated. If you want to roam this endless, enchanted forest, then we will," stated Harry.

Snape watched Harry for a minute or two, clearly confused about the sudden change in Harry's attitude. "No," he said then. "There's no point. We're lost like a Snidget in a snowstorm."

"Oh," it was Harry's turn to be surprised. "Are we now?" He asked teasingly.

"Yes, yes we are, Potter," snapped Severus. "What do you want? A bloody apology?"

Harry shook his head, smiling ruefully. "I want to get out of here. So do you. So what do we do?"

"Sit and wait," answered Snape as he stepped to the sycamore, too. He leant against it with his back and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the roots and the lush green moss. Harry joined him, retaking his spot once again.

"I'm going to kill Fred and George," promised Snape after a few minutes of silence. "Skin them alive. Feed them to the foxes or whatever creature crawls around these parts of Britain."

Harry chuckled, "Don't be so hard on them. It was a good idea. We were the idiots who got in too deep."

There was another few minutes of silence between them, then Snape said in a very low tone, "Sorry."

Harry knew this was about the spices, about dragging Harry around the forest, about arguing, about leaving. "You don't need to be," Harry reacted and smiled at the man. "It was me who wanted to get closer to the baby boar."

"So we're both at fault here?" Snape nodded slowly. "I can live with that."

"You can just see their faces, can't you?" Harry noted with a lopsided grin. "Laughing their asses off when we tell the story. Chased by a fucking boar. Seriously… I've been chased my many things in my life: dragons, Death Eaters, acromantulas, a basilisk, bludgers, hell, even you," Harry listed. "But I never imagined there would come a time when I'd be chased by a bloody boar."

"It didn't just chase you, Potter," Severus grinned, "You were running away from it, screaming like a little girl. Oh god, oh god, please don't, oh Merlin's bloody bollocks, please don't," he mimicked Harry's frightened cries in a high pitched, finical tone.

"Oh sod off," Harry laughed, elbowing Snape in the ribs, who hunched forward grunting painfully but still laughing as well.

After his chuckles slowly died off, and he stopped rubbing his aching ribs, Severus looked at Harry and held out a hand to him. "Here's to never speaking about that boar to a living soul. Or a dead one for that matter."

Harry accepted the hand eagerly, "Not a soul."

"Not even Ron." Snape added with a raised eyebrow.

"Not even Draco." Harry said to him, his eyes never leaving the black orbs.

"No one," confirmed Snape and they shook on it. Harry pulled back his hand, his eyes lingering on Severus' lips for a moment longer, then he looked away.

Snape slid further down on the leaves until he was almost completely horizontal with the ground, only his head perched on a higher root that stuck out. It was almost as good as a pillow, moss-cover and soft and the perfect height and angle. Severus closed his eyes with a sigh, folding his hands on his belly.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked a bit too sharply. Snape's arm was touching his hip and it made him uncomfortable.

"Resting. Waiting," came the quiet answer. "You can start shouting if you want."

Harry shrugged, though Snape wouldn't see it. He wasn't really in a hurry now to get out. This was nice. Snape lying next to him, the rays of sunshine that managed to break through the thick greenery striking his face and body with yellow blotches. The air was nice and warm this close to the wet ground, which smelled of leaves, earth and grass. The birds tweeted, shouting to each other, loud cheeps and chirps and deeper hoots, never left unanswered. The leaves rustled, a continuous undertone of the whispers of the forest. Water splashed and gurgled in the distance.

Snape shifted, scratched his belly, his shirt moving slightly up on his abdomen. Harry watched the white skin hungrily.

"Reminds me of the Forbidden Forest," Snape remarked. "I sometimes went in there even when I didn't have any business. Especially during the last year. I was alone in the Forest. No Dark Lord to serve, no Death Eaters to fight, no children to protect. Just me and the forest and the sounds. It was peaceful. The only time I felt peace for even only moments."

"Mmm," Harry hummed, not quite sure how to respond to that. His eyes closed down as well, while he listened to the deep rumble of Snape's voice. "Not even imbecilic brats to save…" he murmured then, his voice teasing.

Severus quirked his lips. "I wouldn't say that," he noted. "You were often on my mind."

Harry's heart stopped for a long moment, but of course he knew what Snape meant. Harry's safety was his duty, the purpose of his life. He couldn't just leave it behind. And yet, the words made him tremble with need, made his hand itch to reach out and bury his fingers in those black tresses.

A blackbird landed a couple of feet from them, pulled out a worm from the ground and was off the next moment. Harry watched it, the sound of flapping wings making him open his eyes. His gaze drifted from the spot of grass then and moved slowly, inevitably, over Severus Snape.

Not even that boar was as dangerous as his thoughts at that moment. He could reach out and touch the man. Draw a hand under the black shirt and caress the soft skin. Search out a nipple and tweak it softly at first, than harder, waiting for the deep hiss that would warn him.

Would Snape let him? That was the question Harry feared to ask.

His astray thoughts lead him to a more terrifying and dangerous place. His cock stirred, blood pumping through his veins filled it up slowly.

'Shit,' he cursed mentally. He reached down, trying to rearrange himself, before his arousal became even more perceptible.

"I don't mind," mentioned Severus offhandedly, black eyes watching Harry's hands from under long eyelashes, then he closed his eyes and shifted slightly.

'Oh fuck,' Harry thought.

He kept his eyes on Snape, his hands unable to move from his crotch. Could he? Should he?

Oh hell, he did it sitting around a fire, he did it standing in a creek. Why the hell shouldn't he do it right here, right now, under this nice, big sycamore. After all, it wasn't anything Snape hadn't seen before, was it? He shifted his palm over the small bulge in his pants. He caressed himself softly over his sweatpants, waiting to get fully hard. Though the pants were baggy enough, he didn't grip himself, he just rubbed his palm leisurely over and over his prick. His finger pressed down with just enough force to make it feel good, but he didn't hurry it.

His fingertips traced his length, up and down; slow, gentle touches and strokes. He felt the bump of the glans and let his thumb brush over and over it until a soft moan escaped his lips. He felt an intense gaze on himself, but when he opened his eyes to look at Snape, he saw that the man had his eyes closed.

He got completely hard much sooner than usually, possibly because of the other presence right next to him. He shuffled on the ground, hands flexing around the edge of his trousers, pushing them off, trying to wriggle them out from underneath his bum. He jerked his hips up, his cock pressing against his tight underwear.

"Oh god," Harry moaned half aloud, his pants now around the middle of his thighs.

"What?" came the reply from his left. Snape sounded alarmed for a moment and his eyes were open, watching Harry.

"Felt good," Harry pressed out, blushing.

"What?" Snape asked again, tone all casual now.

Harry glared down at him, his expression saying, 'Please don't make me say it,' but of course Snape just raised an eyebrow and he did say it. "Thrusting up… uhm… rubbing it to my underwear."

Severus smirked and dropped his head back on the mossy root, eyes once again closed. He seemed to leave the issue without any further comment and Harry returned his hand over his prick, still covered by said boxer briefs. His fondling now was a bit rougher, the absence of the dense fabric of his pants making the experience all the more heightened.

"Do it without your hands," said Snape quietly. He didn't even bother opening his eyes or looking at Harry. He just laid there, his hands on his bare belly, fingers intertwined.

Harry watched Severus for a second or two. Why did Snape care at all if he wasn't watching? Damn the man. He wriggled a bit lower down, his head was on the same level as Snape's now, their shoulders touching. He grasped the lower side of his own thighs to avoid being tempted, his elbows boring into the wet grass. He smelled dirt and rotting leaves, the inebriating, heavy scent of the forest. He listened to the madness once again and pushed up his hips.

Oh fuck yes it was good. His cock twitched and rose slightly from his crotch pressing more firmly to the underwear's familiar material. It wasn't soft as cotton or silk, but slightly coarser, and stretched closely around Harry's lower side. The white elastic band was even tighter, holding down the fabric hence making the thrusts feel so brilliant.

He slowly let his hips fall back, every muscle in his abdomen tensing as he lifted his waist again, his arse never leaving the ground. The outline of his cock poked out through dark grey briefs, trying to get free.

It was hard, controlling his muscles, flexing them, clenching his whole lower torso, but it was worth it. His moves became faster. His cock rubbed against the close-fitting fabric, jerking up on its own, his arse pressing down hard against the thick roots. His moans were throaty, the air got stuck inside his lungs during every shudder of his body.

Snape moved next to him and Harry turned his head slightly to him.

It seemed Harry's harsh groans finally got his attention. He wouldn't take his eyes away from Harry's cock protruding under his boxers. Not even when he drew his left hand to his nape to make the watching even more comfortable. He was smiling ever so slightly; the gesture sent a warm shiver down Harry's spine.

Harry directed his focus back on his cock, watching his waving body. His fingers fisted his boxers, itching to grab and stroke himself with a firmer grip. His thighs were wide apart, stretching the fabric even more. Harry pressed and pressed up against it, feeling as the muscles in his stomach started burning lightly from the sudden excessive use.

Snape's right hand fell to the ground between their bodies. Harry was only half aware of it at first but then, Snape inched his hands ever so slightly closer, his little finger touching Harry's that was still gripping his thigh. He knew it must have been just an involuntary move, nothing he should read anything into. And yet, slowly he let go of his leg and let his hand, too, fall to the ground, next to Snape's.

He kept moving his hips up, pressing his arse to the ground, his cock sliding, rubbing almost against the elastic over his hipbones.

Severus' hand touched the back of his fingers. One gentle stroke, barely a second long, but Harry grasped at it like a drowning man for a rope. He moaned loudly and clutched his hand around Snape's, fingers searching out his, tangling into each other.

He turned his head to the side again. Snape was smiling at him, his black eyes watching Harry's face as he struggled against the intense pleasure, moan after moan slipping past his teeth.

"Fuck," Harry moaned, overwhelmed with that face, with the gentle, loving expression he saw there. Severus' thumb caressed his hand calmingly, but the touch had the exact opposite effect. Harry gripped the warm hand harder, almost crushing the bones, but Snape didn't say a word, didn't pull away, never. Severus just kept watching him, black eyes drinking in Harry's pleasure.

Harry pushed up so firmly, his cock all but pierced through his briefs. He keened, feeling himself drifting closer to orgasm. His head lolled back, his eyes closed but he knew Snape would be still watching him. His shoulder blades pulled painfully together as his back arched from the moss covered ground and hard roots. His prick was leaking so much precome he felt the whole front of his underwear wet.

"Touch yourself," whispered Severus, his velvet voice husky.

"You," Harry moaned back ardently. "You do it... Touch me…" His own voice was desperate and begging.

Snape exhaled roughly and let go of Harry's hand, then he slid his palm firmly over Harry's belly then down, fingertips peaking under the waistband, hesitating for a moment. Harry thrust up, his cock sliding sleekly on his skin, finding way towards less resistance, the head of his cock pushing against Snape's fingertips.

They both moaned harsh and fervent and needy as Snape slid his hand over Harry's length, pressing his cock down to his belly. Harry kept rolling his hips, while pushing his briefs now lower with his free hands. His cock twitched in Snape's hold as cool air first touched it, but it didn't have time to feel cold.

Severus' fingers were burning him, gripping him now fully. The hand fisted around his manhood moved up and down, all the way from his balls, up, twisting around his head. Snape massaged the glans with the soft pad of his palm, over and over, fingers giving pressure from the other side.

"Wait," said Snape, Harry barely heard him, but then the hand disappeared from his cock and the loss left him empty for a moment. He keened, his grunts needy as he press his heels into the moss, but he wouldn't touch himself.

Instead, he looked aside to see what Snape was up to. He was wetting his thumb, swiping spit from his tongue, then as if only realizing what he was doing, he stopped for a moment. Harry knew why and moaned harshly. Snape just tasted him. And he liked it, given his wicked grin and another smaller lick on his palm.

"Fuck…" Harry grunted. "Oh fuck…"

Severus returned his hand and Harry watched him as after a couple of long strokes, he held Harry's penis up with only his fingertips around the glans. Then ever so slowly, his fingers were sliding gently up and down just on that sensitive skin, the tip of Harry's cock poking the middle of his palm. The rubbing became faster, the grip of the fingers slightly tighter and Harry wanted to cry, scream. Fucking hell, Snape was edging him on the brink of orgasm. This was pure pleasure and hell at the same time.

"Don't hold back," Severus said softly. "There's no one around to hear you."

The cries broke out of Harry almost instantly, his shouts frightening the peace of the woods. Birds flew up, bushes rustled and Harry whimpered and cried loudly.

The fingers never stopped. The sensation was almost painful now. He was clawing the dirt, fingers digging into moss.

Then Severus spoke again, closer now, almost at Harry's ears. "Come on me," he whispered and his hand return to stroking Harry's full length with a tight grip.

Harry turned immediately towards Snape with his whole body, knowing those words, that voice and that hand would make him come sooner than a cock up his arse. The hand jerked around his prick madly, went down on it, rubbed his balls, then came up again. Harry moved his hips, thrusting into that tight fist with small prods as slowly the pressure of his orgasm was gathering in his whole body.

He could feel Severus' forehead press against his temple. He turned towards it, tilting his head slightly.

"Mmm… ahh, yeah," Harry grunted continuously as fingers twisted around the head of cock, wet and sleek and then with a sharp cry he was coming, shooting his semen on Snape's bare tummy.

Harry felt fingers in his hair, hot breath on his lips and the next moment, Severus was kissing him, pulling him closer with his other hand.

Harry's mind screamed "Yes!" which had nothing to do with the ceaseless ripples of pure bliss that was rushing through his whole body in waves, but everything to the gentle touch of those soft lips. He kissed back sloppily, not quite able to concentrate until his orgasm had subside. He just lazily nibbled on Snape's mouth, his own hands gripping into the slim neck and the long black hair.

Boneless and mindless, he couldn't help but fall down, splayed halfway over Snape, one leg between his, arm across his chest.

Birds peeped and chirruped some louder, some sharper, some trilled, some hooted. Harry wondered just how many types of songs existed among these trees, all different, and yet all seemed to receive an answer sooner or later. The gentle breeze carried the sound of rustling trees and brushes, the creek nearby gurgled, rushing past stones.

The creek…

Harry's foggy brain realized the word held some importance, but his orgasmic bliss was still dulling his mind.

Severus caressed his back softly. Harry nuzzled his chest. The scent of earth, dirt, herbs and grass wafted around them with the heavy mix of semen and sweat. Harry rather like that scent. He liked Severus' scent. He liked it during training when it was all sweaty and harsh, and afterwards when they had a pint and he smelled of his shampoo and soap. Clean and fresh like that creek they had-

"The creek!" he cried pushing himself up suddenly, looking down on Severus, who grunted painfully when Harry's palm pressed into his ribs.

"Yes," Snape said then, peaking through his eyelashes. He was smiling softly.

"The creek next to our tent!" Harry tried to explain, but his thoughts were too fast and his brain too fuzzy.

"Yes," Severus repeated now almost laughing. "It runs nearby."

Harry shook his head, something telling him, there was something here he had to understand. He leaned up as much as he could, hoping that getting his head into vertical position might help. It did.

"You knew?" He asked looking down on Snape.

"Of course I did," Severus answered grinning, his chest underneath Harry's hand shaking with laughter. "I found it, that's why I came back for you."

"But…" Harry gaped. "Why… why didn't you say so?"

Snape shrugged. "A Slytherin never reveals his true intensions."

"You," Harry hissed, hastily pulling up his underwear and pants. "YOU!" he shouted, straddling Snape, who never stopped smirking. "You bloody bastard! You sodding-!" His insults died off the moment it got to his mind where exactly was he sitting. Or rather on what. "You- oh. You're hard," he noted softly. He rolled his hips, gently pressing down on Snape's cock, wanting to feel its whole length.

Severus hissed slightly as he breathed, "Don't tell me you're surprised."

"This," Harry rolled his hips again, "isn't really what surprises me. This, however," he bent forward and kissed Severus, this time deepening the kiss with pushing his tongue through compliant lips for a few moments, before he pulled back. "Now this surprised me."

"Then let me surprise you some more," said Severus before he kissed Harry again. This time there was nothing gentle about it, nothing soft. They kissed hard and needy, claiming what had been deprived from them for so long. Hand shifted on Harry's body as Snape followed his tongue inside his mouth, grabbed into his unruly hair, fingertips pressed down on his scalp, pulling him further down onto Snape.

Harry too, buried his hand into the long curls, loving the sensation of them flowing through his fingers. He pushed down again, rolling his hips, feeling even through his pants the outline of Severus' long, hard cock. His own prick twitched all but forgetting its previous performance only minutes ago, signalling that it was probably ready for another go.

Severus grabbed into Harry's ass, five fingers dipping firmly into the muscled buttock. He pushed up, pressing Harry down in the meanwhile, making both of them grunt madly.

"Why the fuck did you dress?" Snape murmured so quietly Harry suspected that was supposed to be only a thought. The fingers kneaded his arse, grasping his flesh every time Snape thrust up, palm rubbing hard against him while beneath him Snape's cock was poking him insistently through black jeans. He reached between their bodies drew his palm over Snape erection, his fingers digging into the harsh material to feel up the sides as well.

"Undo me," came the plea and Harry looked down on Snape, placing small kisses on the side of his face. The black eyes were closed now, lips thin as a razor, eyebrows furrowed.

With one last kiss onto those sweet lips, Harry sat up on Snape's thighs. He took his time as he unhooked the black belt, popped open the button then ever so slowly pulled the zipper down. He reached between the flies, his fingers sneaking teasingly under the black underwear, caressing the warm skin right underneath the rubber band. Snape's breathing hitched, but he didn't move, didn't open his eyes yet. Harry on the other hand watched him, green eyes hungrily roaming the body below him. Chest heaving, shirt still pulled up, flat, slightly hairy belly covered still with Harry's drying spunk, hands grabbing into moss and roots – that was Severus Snape at the moment and Harry loved every inch of him. To shake that scary thought out of his head, Harry finally reached beneath those layers of pants, his fingers sliding over hot, hard flesh.

Severus moaned, then the air got stuck in his lungs for a second and a silent cry escape his lips. Harry tucked down the pants just enough so he could pull out Snape's cock and bollocks. He didn't know why the mostly dressed Snape with only his cock hanging out turn him on so much, but hell it did. His fingers caressed the hard flesh, sliding up, twisting around the head then going down. His grip was firm but his moves slow. There was no need to rush things, after all.

Severus opened his eyes and watched Harry sitting on his legs, jerking a hand around his prick. Harry tilted his head slightly and smiled.

"Is that good?" He asked softly, brushing his thumb over and over the soft glans.

"Mmm," Severus hummed, his voice dark and melodic, his lips curving up.

Harry bit his lips between his teeth and moved his left hand over Severus' belly, caressing his skin. His fingers sneaked upwards, dipping under black shirt, brushing gently over muscles, then ribs until he found a nipple. He stroked it harshly with his thumb, his hand splayed across Snape's chest, fingertips playing with soft hair. Severus' eyes closed for a moment as he sighed ardently, his hips pushing up, cock sliding more hastily between Harry's fingers. A second later, the black eyes were back on Harry, watching him intently, never missing a motion.

"Come here," said Severus, beckoning Harry closer, holding out a hand expectantly.

Harry pressed the long erection against Snape's belly as he slid over the half-naked torso himself too, pulling up his shirt in the meanwhile so that Severus' cock would be trapped between their naked skin. Severus grunted and thrust up again, his cock surging up against Harry's abdomen, who smiled at the eager contact.

Harry lowered himself onto Severus, who drew an arm around the younger man's back to yank him down to himself. Their lips crushed against each other as they shared hungry kisses, but every time Harry moved pressing down against the hard manhood, Severus gasped into his mouth, his teeth ravaging Harry's already swollen lips.

Severus' tongue lured Harry's back into his mouth, then trapped it, while he sucked on it eagerly. Harry grunted, the sensation evoking a desperate need in him to see Snape's tongue playing with something else.

"Suck yourself," he moaned against Severus lips, which in response pulled into a smile. He felt Severus nod and the surge of desire that rushed through Harry made him shove back Severus' rising body against the ground and kiss him senseless, while rubbing his belly to a hard, needy cock.

Snape chuckled darkly and grabbed Harry's shoulders, pushing him back. They kissed again and Severus lead Harry's right hand back over his cock. Harry gripped the base, just as he had seen Severus do it two nights ago and made the long erection stand straight up.

Severus drew five fingers through his hair, sleeking it back, giving Harry a clear view, his right hand went behind him to help him bend forward.

"Watch," he said smugly at last as he leaned down again, his mouth open. And Harry did just that, he didn't even blink as he watched the single most arousing thing he had ever seen happen again. Severus gave the head a small lick, smirking ever so lightly, black eyes looking up at Harry, then his lips went around the glans. Harry jerked up his hand, his grip almost deadly around the hard cock and Severus moaned harshly.

Severus swirled his tongue around the head of his prick, watching as Harry licked his own lips. Harry slithered further down on Snape's leg, lying halfway across one of Severus' thigh. They were eye to eye and Harry could see when Snape realized what he was about to do, because the black eyes went wide suddenly and a low, lustful whimper slid out from Snape's mouth that was still filled with his own cock.

Harry grinned wickedly as he leant down, lying his head over Snape's crotch, his lips only an inch from the hard erection. Looking up Harry could see Severus closing his eyes for a moment as he let his prick slide out from his mouth. He was panting but he still managed to press out, "If you do that, I'm going to come."

Harry's grin was bright and more mischievous than ever. "Isn't that what we want?" he said and licked across the base of Snape's dick.

Severus groaned harshly, and Harry drew a hand around the back of Snape's neck to help him stay bent over his cock. Harry licked and kissed the side of the long erection, the tastes and scents slowly filling up all his senses. Snape was licking the head again, his tongue making fast swipes across the glistening skin, tip pressing against the slit. Harry moved slowly upwards, Severus was whining, knowing how this will end. Harry reached the glans, his tongue was teasing the bulging head, licking off a mix of precome and saliva. Snape was now continuously whimpering, his moan stifled as his mouth was open, his tongue stroking, pressing down, and brushing slightly against something coarser then the soft, velvety skin of the glans.

Harry went for it, keen, deep growl breaking up from his throat, as he swept his tongue against Snape's, licking cock and tongue at the same time. His hand grasped into Severus' long hair, pushing him further down, as they both sucked on the head, tongues swirling against each other, inside the other's mouth, over wet, velvety flesh.

Severus shivered and tensed and the next second he was coming inside his own mouth, his spunk dribbling out from the corner of his lips. Harry licked eagerly at the white stripes, the salty taste making him shiver too. With one last lick, Snape straightened languidly. Harry pressed his lips against his, hoping for a short kiss but instead he received a lazy long one. He was pulled over Severus again as the man laid back onto the ground, then to his surprise, Harry was thoroughly cuddled. One arm around Harry's back, the other buried in his unruly hair, Severus pressed his head to the crook of Harry's neck and rested for a while, letting the blissful sensation pass over him.

Harry waited patiently, caressing the limp body beneath him, wherever he could: black hair, sharp cheekbones, long neck, strong arm.

"I could fall asleep," mumbled Snape minutes later, his voice rough as if he indeed would have been asleep.

"You probably shouldn't," Harry remarked, nuzzling Severus. "I'm pretty sure I already have about seven spiders in my hair."

Severus cracked open one eye, and looked at Harry's hair. "Oh, yes, I can see them. A rather handsome family. All fifty-six legs and eyes."

Harry's nape prickled and he pushed himself up, hands running wildly through his hair, messing it up even more. He glared down at Snape. "I hate spiders," He groused.

"Come back here," said Severus, pulling Harry down. "I might not have a wand, but I can still scare some spiders away. Or flick them off you, if they dare attack."

Harry looked warily on the mossy ground next to them, afraid to look into the black eyes, knowing that would mean facing some earlier sentiments, for which he wasn't yet ready. Giving up, he simply crashed back onto Snape.

"We should go back soon," he noted.

"Soon," came the murmured answer from beneath him. "Just stay here for now. Let me feel the weight of your body. Let me hold you for a while."

Birds chirped and beeped, chirruped and tweeted, the creek gurgled not far away, leaves rustled in the gentle breeze and Harry stayed exactly where he was.

That's it for now. The next chapter might come next year or next month.

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