Creative Cravings

Title: Desire

Author: Tabakat

Rating: R

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Severus

A/N: I tried for all out hot PWP. My muse wouldn’t corroporate, but this is a scene I could not get out of my head, and I didn’t want to let the challenge pass me by darnit.

Warnings: Un-beta’d

Severus Snape stiffened as he wrote on the board of his classroom, Harry was staring at him again, and worse Harry was fantasizing again! Ever since the young man had reached maturity and the bloody vassal spell has kicked in, Severus’s frustration at warning patience had turned to an undeniable sexual tension and an almost overwhelming desire to submit him self to the whelps most private musings. He did not deny that the boy’s fantasies aroused him, how could he not be aroused, he had been shaped for the boy, since they day of his birth, but really an aroused penis was not conducive to teaching this particular potion, if he landed any of his students in Pompfey’s office, because of his inattention he would never forgive himself, however; understanding the matron would be. He resigned himself to another diffucult classs, counting the minutes till he could reasonably dismiss the class.

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Harry was smiling as he entered the great hall and saw, the potions professor kneeling beside the Gryffindor table, black leather pants enticing, while at the same time completely decent. What he had not expected to see was the satin long sleeve shirt primly starched and buttoned except for the first three, which he had left open to reveal the bite marks left over from the night before. No he had not expected to see that from his supremely private mate. Nor had he expected to see him with his head bowed and his hair flowing silky and free around him, forming a dark curtain whose purpose Harry knew was not only to entice him, but to provide Severus with a bit of privacy to hide behind. It must be infinitely easier to make such a public display if he did not have to look his students or colleges in the eyes.

Struggling to catch his breath at the present his vassal was giving him, Harry approached the table as though nothing was unusual. He would NOT make this harder for the man, by making more of an issue out of this act, nor would he allow those in the hall to believe he regarded Severus Snape as anything other than an equal. “Good morning, Severus.” He said calmly as he sat down. “Shouldn’t you be at the head table?”

“Just waiting to wish you, a nice day, Harry,” he said finally looking at the young man. Something flashed in Severus’s eyes, Moved Harry acted on instinct, before rational thought intruded, the young man leaned down to clam his Potions Master’s lips in a kiss. He must have done something right because there wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation as Severus Snape yielded not only to the kiss, but titled his head back and to the side against Harry’s chest. The gesture did not go unnoticed and Harry spent a minute enjoying the tight tendons and sharp curves of Severus’s neck and jaw. Just as Harry was losing awareness of their location, Snape gently extracted himself from the embrace and shrugged into his robe. He trailed his finger over Harry’s wrist before fastening his robes in his usual austere style and taking his place at the head table. Harry’s astonished gazed followed his Professor’s progress and he fairly blushed as the man gave him the slightest of nods, before turning to speak to Madame Sinistera as though nothing abnormal had just occurred.

Severus Snape woke up with a start, aroused and astonished. The fantasy had been vivid, and arousing. While he had been in the submissive position, he had not felt humiliated. The whole fantasy had carried an aura of giving and sensuality that made the man wish it was real, and not just a dream. The question was; whose fantasy was it his or Harry’s? Did it really matter? After all, if they were sharing dreams then the spell was not going to be content with fantasies much longer. Severus was surprised to find that to him it did matter. He didn’t want to be just another resource, used and forgotten. He’d had enough of that from Tom Riddle He wanted the conflicting, complicated, intense feelings that occupied the dream to be his reality.