[HP] Subversion - Destined

Snape is now in a very comfortable mood. Whether it is getting rid of Voldemort completely, or the soul assimilation magic, the special birthday cake, and Sirius' madness, it seems that the good things in the past are all concentrated in the near future.I could still hear Sirius roaring in my ears: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to me to my face!? Let me go! Let me eunuch him!!" Snape thought in his heart. His actions add 100 points to Slytherin.

"Sev!" The Gryffindor golden lion chased up and held his hand. Before he could reflexively mock the other party for abandoning the guests and leaving the hall without permission, those green eyes looked at him pitifully: "Sieve Fool, let's go for a walk!"

Snape raised his eyebrows at the already dark sky: "A walk?" But for some reason, he didn't say the words of refusal, maybe it was because today was the other party's birthday, maybe he wanted to go out for a walk, or he really wanted to Alone with his boy... "I assume you remember that you can't leave Hogwarts?" In the end, he just shook the boy's hand and obliquely agreed.

Harry smiled brightly: "Of course! We can go to the Forbidden Forest!" Saying that, he climbed on his professor's arm.

"What muscle is missing in your brain so that you can't stand on your own legs, Potter?" Letting the golden lion who seemed to be able to stabilize his body only by holding him hold him in a big stride Moving forward, the professor can't let the other party take advantage of it easily by saying anything verbally.

Perhaps the sinew that His Excellency lacked was used to filter the professor's venom, as if he didn't hear anything, he said to himself: "By the way, Sif, I recently found an interesting survey on the relationship between couples. , how about we do it too?"

"Sex as a couple?" Snape believed that he hated something that sounded boring and childish.But he couldn't say anything sarcastic.He himself didn't want to admit that there was such a little guilt in his heart-it was Harry who was always approaching him, chasing him, and wishing him warmth-yes, wishful thinking, Snape always used This excuse is used to convince myself that Harry Potter is wishful thinking, wishful thinking to pursue his professor, wishful thinking to climb into the bed of an old man old enough to be his father, wishful thinking to give his life for an evil Death Eater—— He never responded.

He is a selfish Slytherin, using all kinds of excuses to silently indulge his boy to get deeper and deeper, he enjoys his love and dependence, and even forgets about him when he doesn't want to bear the consequences... It wasn't until the so-called assimilation of souls into the same source of magic power that he finally realized his feelings—it was uncontrollable, out of control, and... so degenerate that he only wanted to lock his boy in the cellar forever for him to enjoy alone.

By the time Snape woke up from his self-awareness, Harry had already regarded his silence as an acquiescence, and kept walking, dragging his professor into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, while reading with the light of a modified fluorescent light. The question on the parchment, "Hmm... don't worry about the name, gender, age, etc., let's see first... what is your first impression of the other party?"

The golden lion tilted his head and thought about the first time the two met in Knockturn Alley, um...in fact, it should have been in Bojinbok's store. He couldn't help but want to put his middle finger up and cast a curse... "Huh? No! Hey! I didn't say that!" Harry was horrified to find that there were words he hadn't said on the parchment, especially emphasizing the two words "owing" The words are heavy and thick, as if mocking his incompetence.

"Potter." Snape squinted his eyes at the miraculous parchment, and then at the colorful expressions on the savior's face, "Awful? Huh?"

Harry frantically tried to explain clearly, "No...Sev, listen to me...it's not like this! It's scribbling on its own! It's like Rita Skeeter's quill...I..." Ah Ah, why did I think of doing this kind of questionnaire in the first place? !

Now it was Snape grabbing his arm to keep him from getting away from him, "Continue." The professor who couldn't see the joy and anger, whose job was to scare the crying animals, scanned the parchment, and quickly grasped the point, " When did you discover your feelings for the other person?"

Harry's eyes flicked left and right, and he didn't dare to look at the parchment anymore, and he didn't dare to think too much before opening his mouth, "You kissed me in the second grade..."

"That was to save your life!" Snape's eyes flashed a flash of embarrassment, and he began to regret the impulse at the time, he could find another way, instead of panicking, only the savior was left in his sight lips, "Next question - what kind of person is the other party in your mind?"

"A bastard!" Harry had already decided to answer the question immediately, so he answered quickly, glaring at the other person viciously, "a sinister, awkward, dark-bellied, selfish, obnoxious, goddamn, Sexy, charming... bastard." His voice became softer and softer, but finally he couldn't help raising a warm smile, he hugged the bastard in front of him, and whispered softly, "But I just like this bastard! "

Snape couldn't help hugging him tightly. At that moment, some emotion from the depths of the soul broke through the shackles of the body and connected them tightly. They stopped in the dark forbidden forest, hugged quietly, and fluorescent lights danced around them. , like a dream...

The parchment floated up unsteadily, and just jumped into Snape's line of sight, and his heart moved: "What do you hate the most about each other?" He wanted to know Harry's bottom line.

Harry jerked his head up from his arms and looked straight into his eyes, frowning, "Forget it all! Sev, this is a very un-Slytherin thing, and Slytherins don't shirk their responsibilities! It makes me want to..." You fucked up your ass.The golden lion swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly, but he completely forgot the miraculous effect of the parchment. In a blink of an eye, the professor saw a crooked sentence stuffed into the place where the dots should have been, especially The word "Baoju" is thick and big.

Harry turned his back to the parchment, but he smelled something ominous from the other's strange expression. He flinched a little, wanting to see what was written on the parchment, but just as he turned his head, he was straightened by the professor's strong hand The head, and then a thoughtless tongue kiss entangled him, and the kiss made Harry distraught for a moment, as if the whole world was spinning... until his back hit something, and the slightly painful friction made him wake up a little: " Sif...?" Looking at the obsidian eyes close at hand, Harry's head froze a bit.

"Which part of the other person's body do you like the most?" Snape continued to read the question unhurriedly, his lips pressed against Harry's, rubbing and trembling slightly, and the dazzling brilliance in his eyes surrounded Harry's small reflection .

Harry obsessively indulged in that wild and gentle gaze, "Eyes..."

"What else? Think about it carefully, my favorite..." Snape's warm snort brushed his face, and something slippery slipped from his eyelids, delicate, gentle, all the time Over the cheeks, nose tip, lips, jaw, neck, Adam's apple...

"Oh...Merlin..." Harry inserted his hands into the other's silky hair, and let out a comfortable sigh, "Oh, yes...and the tongue..."

"Anything else?" Snape's nimble fingers untied his robe, and stuck one hand in to touch his bare skin. The pleasurable numbness that spread from the bottom of his heart almost took all the strength out of his body, and all his senses focused on his sensitive chest. The protruding, magical nails scratched that point, making it hard.

"Oh, yes, don't stop..." Harry straightened up and moved closer to his professor, "And...and your hand..." The hand reached down, sucking the flat skin of his lower abdomen, fingers Swirling around his navel, Harry felt like his whole body was on fire, "Please..."

"Tell me what you want?" The mellow and magnetic voice seemed to be the finest intoxicating potion, provoking Harry's desire. His professor's voice alone made him so hard that it hurt even more than he had felt a few times before. Be strong, Harry thought vaguely, was it because this was in the Forbidden Forest, or did the magical assimilation play a role?

"You want to beg me to hold your penis, to caress it, to please it, to grow and harden in my grasp, to secrete obscene fluids in my fingers, to dirty your robes, my Palm, let you twist against my body, screaming to climax..." Snape's hand finally grasped Harry's firmness, and Harry sobbed and moaned unbearably, unable to tell whether it was reality or In the illusion, he pumped desire in his warm hands, every time he pushed forward, the tip of desire would rub against the other's soft black robe, the trembling pleasure became more intense, and the taste of bliss made his movements even crazier.

Snape could feel his penis trembling with Harry's movements, he pressed him hard against the tree trunk, bowed his head next to his ear, his voice tightened with burning desire: "You want to beg me, use a dip Fingers holding your bodily fluids penetrate into your back hole, filling your empty body, one, two, three... pull out and then insert them hard, every time they poke hard at your prostate, you cry Begging me to be slower and lighter, but my body involuntarily tightened and tried to keep my finger, until I pressed it hard and rotated it, you screamed and shook your head, saliva flowed from the mouth that could not be closed, seducing me to violate your mouth……"

Amidst Snape's increasingly heavy breathing, Harry's gaze was distracted, and he just followed the most primitive desire to straighten his waist, rubbing himself more forcefully against his palm, and buried himself deeply in his black robe.Snape didn't even move, just relying on his voice, "You want to beg me, fingers can't satisfy you, you need something bigger and thicker to fill your horny ass hole, so you beg me to insert deeply You, with my penis - the penis that is agitated by your beautiful moans and frictions, you must be responsible for calming it, feeling its pulse in your body, feeling our lives sticking together in this moment, Feel the same heartbeat frequency..."

Harry's back hole contracted following Snape's words, and his wet tongue licked his earlobe long and deep into his ear, melting him into a puddle of water, "Please..." He's stuck at the tipping point of orgasm, but he can't make it to the top with that alone, and he needs him.

Snape looked at Harry's beautiful green eyes clouded with lust, as if he was tempting himself to gnaw every inch of his skin, and penetrated his body so viciously that he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy, I can only obey my own movements, screaming, shattering...

Snape couldn't take it any longer, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost rustling, he raised one of Harry's legs high and let the other party curl up around his waist, he couldn't wait to release the restraints on his lower body , the huge swelling touched Harry's acupuncture point, and the liquid oozing from the front wetted the beautiful folds with friction, and then slowly pushed inward.

Harry's body was tight and dry, and Snape was almost reverently pushing down the slightly relaxed shaft until his balls squeezed his hips.Harry felt like he was about to burst, he opened his lips slightly like a dry fish, but only let out a choked-up moan that he didn't know whether it was pain or happiness.

Snape buried himself deep inside him and did not move, the sweat of patience dripped onto his bare chest, he opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to catch Harry's and roiled passionately until they couldn't tell each other apart Breathing someone's oxygen, until the last bit of air was swallowed up by them... Pressing against the other's forehead, black eyes stared at green eyes, "Harry...Happy birthday."

"Sev...Ah..."

Snape supported Harry's waist, and without giving the other party any time to adapt, he pulled it out forcefully and inserted it to the deepest part, forcing the other party to adapt to this merciless sex.He can feel his pain, and he can also feel his pleasure, they fluctuate between the two extremes, as if only in this way can he know that he is alive, with each other, alive intensely, alive alive - alive for each other .

Forgotten on the parchment in the corner, the last question radiated a soft light, faithfully recording two identical answers.

I love you.

I love you.