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“All these years, Potter…how?”
The young man dropped his head abashedly. “Suppressants.”
A frown blossomed over the potion master’s pale features.
“Do you understand how detrimental it is to one’s health to go so long without dropping, Potter? Would it be remiss of me to assume that you’ve never dropped before in your life?”
Potter instantly shook his head. “No. No, I, uh, I’ve dropped three times?” The young man grimaced as he recalled those instances. “One was my first time, when I presented, and I was alone, so nothing really happened. The other two, I guess, were experimental. Neither of the dominants were able to make me drop really, maybe made me feel a bit tingly? I dunno. It was so unsatisfying that I figured there was no point in risking them.”
The potions master seemed dissatisfied at the notion. “Regardless, you’ve routinely taken suppressants for nearly a decade, Potter.”
Potter pursed his lips. “Not that it matters anymore.”
“Which is precisely the problem, Mr. Potter!” Severus snapped. “Individuals who sustain the use of suppressants over the course of multiple years are prone to severe physiological consequences, such as a permanent drop. I dare say you’d have been better off taking them for the rest of your life at this point. ”
“That was kind of the plan, thanks. It’s not my fault the wards around your office would render the suppressants null and void. I’m well aware of the consequences.” Potter said, rolling his eyes at the potion professor's dramatics.
“Aware but clearly not concerned.” Snape scowled. “I doubt you wish to spend the rest of your life as nothing more than a cock slut, Mr. Potter.”
Harry shrugged.
Snape narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the young man.
Sighing, Potter plopped down onto one of the couches in Severus’ office. “Snape, I burned, quite literally, every bridge I had after the war ended.” Suddenly, Potter’s face darkened. “Ginny was to thank for most of that, though. I trusted her with my presentation, and she ostracized me for being a worthless sub. Ron and Hermione promised me that it didn’t matter, but they ran off into the sunset together, to live their perfect little dream life. There was no room in their perfect life for some dumb submissive.”
To be betrayed by Ron and Hermione hurt Harry more than he wanted to admit. Hermione had tried sending letters every so often over the years, but she’d stopped two years ago after Harry received a letter from Ron telling him never to contact him or his wife ever again.
Anyone else he gave a single shit about died in the war.
Harry thought coming to Hogwarts to talk about possible job prospects with headmistress McGonagall might give him something to look forward to in life. But he should have known that something-his presentation-was bound to fuck everything up, just like it had in the past. Although Snape should have been to blame for his paranoid wards fucking everything up, Harry couldn’t bring himself to care for semantics.
Lost in thought, Harry had neglected to notice the approach of professor Snape until the man had already gently lifted the younger man's chin up with two fingers. Meeting Snape’s obsidian eyes, Harry shivered as he felt the man caress the surface of his mind using legilimency.
“Being a submissive does not make you worthless.” Severus stated firmly, with such surety, as if what he said was factual. Harry hadn’t noticed himself absently nodding his head in agreement to the statement. and he jerked back at the realization.
“What did you do?”
Snape sighed as though he was exasperated. “Potter, I cannot speak to the reasoning behind Weasley's actions, but it is abhorrent nonetheless. One cannot control their presentation any more than they can the parents they are born to. Submissives are no less than dominants or neutrals; they simply require different needs to be met.”
Snape was surprisingly patient in his explanation. Harry didn’t trust it.
Narrowing his eyes at the professor, Harry voiced his suspicions. “Why are you being nice?”
“I may have harboured a great deal of resentment towards you due to the less than civil relationship your father and I had, but that does not mean you don't deserve basic human decency, Potter. One should not be judged based on their presentation.”
Harry worried his bottom lip. “But it’s like you said, I’ll drop any minute now, and I may never come back out of it. I will be worthless. A worthless slut.”
“You would not be worthless to whoever you submit to.”
Harry could feel tears brimming in his eyes. “But I will be. I can’t even drop properly for a dominant.”
Snape remained silent for a moment before moving to take a seat on one of the wooden chairs by the fireplace.
“Perhaps you simply require a more experienced hand, Potter.”
Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Oookay. Respectfully, sir, I don’t think you’re quite up for the task either.”
There was the smallest, almost imperceptible twitch of a corner of Snape’s mouth as his eyes ignited at the prospect of a challenge.
"No? How about we test that hypothesis, Potter?"
Harry frowned, hesitating. A part of him wished to tell the man to sod off, but a larger part wanted to challenge the man and watch him fail with sick satisfaction.
"A verbal response, if you will."
Harry swallowed, hoping he wasn't about to make a decision he'd regret.
"Alright then."
"Good." Snape said, uncrossing his legs. "Now, come to me, Harry."
The firm, demanding tone and use of the young man's name beckoned Harry to follow the man's orders. Never before had the man used Potter's first name, and the young man found he quite enjoyed the way it was shaped by Snape's low, dulcet tone.
Making a move to stand up, Harry hesitated long enough for Snape to graciously step in.
"Crawl."
Harry knew that some dominants didn't like submissives who stood on equal or higher ground, so he was glad for the direction.
Slipping from the couch onto the hard ground, Harry slowly crawled towards Snape. When he reached the man, Harry sat back on his haunches and waited for further instruction.
Snape remained silent for a while, simply examining the young man on his knees before him, his dark eyes and neutral expression betraying little of his thoughts or emotions.
"Sit between my knees, Harry." Snape finally ordered. Harry shuffled forward, sitting between the man's wide-spread legs.
"Tell me, Harry. What did your previous dominants do?"
Frowning, Harry puzzled over the random question.
"Er, I don't know. We had sex, if that's what you're asking."
"Just sex?" Snape queried. "Nothing else."
Harry shifted on his haunches. "I mean, normally I'd, uh, warm their cocks and stuff. But normally they'd just rail me."
Snape seemed to ponder Harry's words, his dark gaze flirting over Harry searchingly. His right hand came up, and the man feathered his fingertips over the side of Harry's face.
"Perhaps you require a different approach then."
Harry was confused at the statement, his expression betraying his thoughts.
Snape noticed. "Submitting manifests in more ways than mere sexual acts, Harry. Lean your head against my thigh."
Deciding to go along with Snape's attempts at dropping him, Harry cautiously placed the side of his head against Snape's left thigh. The heat of his leg warmed Harry's face pleasantly.
"Safe word?"
Harry pondered for a moment. "Uh, wormwood?"
Snape responded by brushing a hand against Harry's nape before travelling upwards to rake through his hair. It was oddly pleasant to have his hair played with. It was the sort of attention Harry had never experienced due to the lack of parental figures and partners in his life. The action made it easier for Harry to relax into his position, nuzzling into Snape's thigh.
"Good boy."
Oh.
That was…nice.
Snape continued playing with Harry's hair for a while, simply basking in the warmth of the fireplace and the young man nestled between his legs.
Harry found himself beginning to doze, his eyelids drooping and completely shutting on occasion. Sometimes, Snape's hand would travel along the side of Harry's face, tracing random patterns.
Before he knew it, Harry was slipping in and out of consciousness. Not quite asleep but not entirely lucid either. Harry could vaguely hear Snape's low murmurs now and again. Comments like, 'good boy', and 'sweet thing'. They lulled Harry further into the hazy headspace that had begun fogging over his mind.
Before he knew it, Harry dropped.
Hard.
Curled up against Snape's thigh, Harry was ignorant of the world around him. His mind focused purely on the caresses and soft words of the dominant man above him.
"What a delight you are, beautiful boy."
Harry keened, trying to nuzzle further into the man's warmth. His efforts brought him closer to Snape's hip, head angled towards the man's robed cock.
"How do you feel, Harry?"
Harry hummed softly. "F'oaty"
"You like this, don't you, Harry? Nestled between my legs, not a care of the world around you."
"Mmm." Harry eloquently responded.
A soft chuckle emanated from Snape, who gently tipped the boy's head back. Through hooded eyes, Harry looked up through his eyelashes at the dark gaze devouring him.
"Would you like to warm my cock, Harry?"
Harry smiled softly at the wonderful idea, flicking his gaze to the man's robbed shaft.
"Pl'ese."
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Shifting the boy's head further back on his knee, Snape worked carefully to disrobe his cock. Harry watched with as much attention as he could muster, and he was pleased with the sight that greeted him once Snape's cock was free from the confines of his robes.
Long and beautiful, Harry drank in the sight of Snape's 6 inch cock. Not gruesomely long, but deliciously thick and veiny, with the slightest curve to it.
"Go ahead, Harry."
Lazily shifting his weight towards the shaft, Harry licked his lips in anticipation. The tiniest little beed of pre-cum oozed out of the slit, beckoning Harry to scoop it up. Leaning down, Harry licked the head, gathering the pre-cum into his mouth. Thick and bitter, Harry shivered at the taste. Not wanting to wait any longer, Harry opened his mouth and took Snape’s cock into it. The girth stretched Harry's jaw wide, filling his mouth perfectly. Taking it halfway, Harry salivated at the feeling and taste. Clean was the best way to describe Snape's shaft. Not sterile, but fresh and without a hint of sweat.
"Such a good boy." Snape praised, bringing up a hand to resume carding through Harry's dark locks.
Without the energy to keep his head up, Harry leaned back against Snape's thigh, the man's cock remaining partially in his mouth.
"You feel perfect, darling. Like you were made for my cock."
Harry couldn't help but agree. The solid weight in his mouth was so grounding and calming, unlike the times he'd warmed cock before. The only explanation could be that he was made for this cock.
"I told you, Harry. All you needed was the right dominant to drop you, to show you your place."
Groaning at the hum Harry responded with, Snape knew that he wanted more. Snape wanted Harry to want more, though. By the posture of the empty headed boy before him, Snape reckoned Harry was ready.
"Do you want to suckle, Harry? Siphon the thick cum from my balls and into your mouth?"
The effect was instant, and the boy began to suckle, nursing the cock in his mouth like a baby would a bottle. The stimulation hardened Snape's cock further.
Pushing down, Harry took Snape's cock down to the root, his eyes rolling up as he did so.
"Sinful, Harry. Absolutely sinful mouth you have. Keeping suckling Harry. Such a good boy."
Harry glowed under the praise. His clouded brain drank up the man's words as he drank the man's pre-cum like a man dying of thirst.
Snape's other hand came to rest on Harry's head, and the man gently withdrew Harry's head before drawing it further down along his cock. Harry was limp in his grasp, continuing to suckle but remaining pliant otherwise.
Pleasure dominated Harry's being as Snape used his mouth, manipulating him however he so wished to. When Snape angled his one leg against Harry's crotch, he almost came right then and there from the pressure. Torn between his hardening cock and the hardened cock in his mouth, Harry began humping Snape's leg.
"Oh, Harry. Darling, I'm close."
At the thought of cum bursting from the cock in his mouth, Harry doubled his suction, hoping to draw the cum from Snape's balls like one would a thick milkshake through a straw. At the same time, his hips gyrated faster as he chased his own release.
With a sharp thrust, one minute later, Snape's balls drew taut as his orgasm crescendoed. Pure bliss racked through his being as Harry sucked him through his orgasm, obscenely slurping down the cum that shot from his cock.
Drinking the man's cum was transcendent. The thick, gooey substance coated Harry's mouth like a soothing balm and travelled down his esophagus. Harry felt so full, so right at that moment that he swore he could live the rest of his life in peace if he could always have that cock in his mouth.
Determined to make the boy come with a mouth full of cock, Snape shoved Harry back down to the root. Like a bitch in heat, Harry humped violently against Snape's clothed leg, chasing his own orgasm.
"Cum for me, Harry. Cum for me like the slut that you are, with my cock in your mouth and my seed heavy on your tongue."
Those dirty words pushed Harry over the edge, and he came violently, soiling his pants and shaking in pure bliss. Unable to withhold his pleasure, Harry moaned wantonly with a mouth still full of cock. The resulting vibration tipped Snape over the edge quickly, and with a grunt he came again. Though little cum burst from his shaft, Snape orgasmed, shaking from overstimulation. Still, Harry drank what he could, sucking on Snape's now dry cock, thirsty for more of the man's delicious seed.
Snape no longer required stimulation, however, and he quickly pulled Harry off his cock with an obscene pop before the pleasure could become painful.
Basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, Harry smiled dopeily up at Snape. Snape brushed a thumb over Harry's cheek, his own fond smile overtaking his features.
"Such a good slut for me, Harry. You enjoyed drinking my seed, didn't you?"
Harry nodded lazily.
"Good boy.” Snape praised, drawing out the syllables lazily. “I'll feed you my cock whenever you're hungry; I alone will satisfy your thirst for cock, my little cum slut."
Harry keened. He couldn't wait to drink more of that thick, succulent cum.
"I'll keep you on my cock, forever, darling. That's what you want, isn't it? That's all that you're good for." Snape purred triumphantly.
"Yess pleasse.” Harry slurred blissfully. “I need your cum, sir; please let me drink more of it." Harry begged, lost in the haze of his drop. So lost to its demands that cock and cum dominated his mind. It was the only thing his mindless brain could comprehend. Sluts don't think after all. All they're good for is taking cock and drinking their master's cum.
"You'll come with me everywhere, slut. Always attached to my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Sitting between my knees, suckling for my cum in classes and at the great hall during meals. Sluts have to eat too, after all. Who am I as your master to deprive you of your innate need?"
Harry sighed with pleasure, nuzzling into his master's warmth; into his rightful place.
"Yes master."