Blood Stones (Snarry)

In the Tall Grass

Harry was lying in a big field, pant legs rolled up as his feet dangled in a bubbling creek. He found himself laid back watching the falling starts happily. When he heard movement in the grass, he pulled his feet out and ducked behind the tall grasses and flowers. He could feel Severus entering his dream, he could tell it wasn't the same one he had started the dream with, though he too still remained.

Harry stripped down to nothing, feeling a sudden heat rush through him. He dove in the creeks shallows end and swam in the clear waters, enjoying the moonlight. He suddenly felt strong arms lift him, laughing from the water.

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What Severus heard as he searched through the tall grass were sharp shuddering moans and breathy pants. Harry lay on the creek bank, back arching and legs spread. A dark head of wet hair and strong pale shoulders were between his legs, Harry panted and tried to muffle himself with a discarded shirt. Just as fast as he had seen the Snape that laid there in the brush, he was there taking his place. His face was now between the legs of Harry Potter, and he was not disappointed. His eyes were met with the same tousled black hair that he had on his head, and protruding from it a long, pale pink cock in all of its glory, wet with what was presumably lake water... or saliva.

"Severus" he moaned, a hand tangling in his hair, while he tried to cover his mouth in shock at the exclamation. His legs squeezed on Severus's shoulders with each plunge of his throat.

"Ohfuck~" he groaned out from his muffling bit of fabric.

He tried to hide his face in the discarded shirt once more, chest heaving as he peeked one lust-filled eye at the professor. He wanted to watch but he felt shy. It felt different somehow, the dream Snapes were only able to do things Harry knew how to do... but this felt far better than what he had been used to.

Harry sat up, resting on his elbows. If this kept up, he wasn't going to last very much longer. He hasn't had actual sex with anyone in three years... his hips rolled, a shudder racing through him as he gripped the strong muscles, wanting to last a bit longer. Wanting to return the favor too.

"Severus" he breathed out in a pant.

He pulled his head away from Harry's abdomen and moved up to his face, kissing him intensely. His nose pressed into Harry's cheek as he did so, it was then that he noticed he wore only his boxers and a white tank top. He never wore such attire, but it wasn't his dream after all. He dove his tongue in farther, moving it smoothly around Harry's. One hand went under his arched back, lifting him off of the grassy plain. He wanted more but didn't want to ruin what they had begun. Harry deepened the kiss, turning his head and weaving his fingers into Severus' hair. One hand was making its way to the front of Snape's boxers where he began slowly sliding his palm up and down and gripping him loosely as he stroked him through the fabric.

"Severus, I want you..." he said, breaking the kiss, his face flushed.

Snape felt breathe escape his mouth at the forward request but responded positively.

"I've wanted you, Harry." he said in between tasting Harry's mouth.

He felt his cock press against Harry's bare ass as he sat in his lap, trying to escape his boxers. Harry pulled his shirt over his head and dove back into his face as if it were a magnet pulling him closer. He pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers, keeping it flat to his chest while he kissed Harry's neck.

Harry leaned his head back, giving the other more space to continue as a low groan left his lips. He wrapped strands of the other's hair in his hand and gave a strong grip to it as he allowed himself to sink into the haze. His cock twitched between them in interest, his body wanting to ensure they weren't stopping anytime soon. He was blushing, still embarrassed by how forward he'd been... but this was his dream. So, he felt no shame in shyly positioning Severus' hands on his ass.