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Prologue
If you’d had the guts to ask Severus Snape, before the day of the Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match, whether he thought Harry Potter would make an interesting lover for anyone, he would’ve laughed in your face. Hard and long.
He’d have told you that such an innocent, straight-laced, arrogant Gryffindor would probably flop down on the bed and either expect you to do all the work, assuming he could just receive without giving, or he would be so prudish and naive that he’d believe just being two people in the bed was naughty enough for it to be called sex.
After the aforementioned event though... well, that’s an entirely different story.
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Chapter 1
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose with a weary sigh. If he’d known that this was what he’d spend his evening doing, he would’ve ignored the brawl after this afternoon’s Quidditch match. As it was, he came upon Potter and Malfoy bickering and because he’d felt like it, he’d given Potter detention.
Now, about an hour in, he was all but positive that the brat was purposefully acting like an idiot and making stupid mistakes. The impossible dimwit had sliced the roots Severus had expressly told him to dice. Next, he’d mixed the newt’s eyes with the toad eyes. Finally, he’d ruined a perfectly simple, first year level potions base, making a spectacular explosion, covering several pages of Severus’ notes in bile.
Trying to keep his temper somewhat under control. Severus turned on the boy and managed only to snarl an appropriate amount.
“What, Mister Potter, do you think you are doing? Even my most incompetent second years manage this potion without much difficulty!”
The brat looked up at Severus with an altogether much too innocent expression.
“I’m sorry, Professor, I don’t know what happened.”
Severus snorted.
“Well, that much is obvious. How is this ever going to work? This is your detention, but somehow I just end up with more work! Maybe I should simply give you a mop and a bucket and make you wash the floors. Though, knowing you, you’d knock something over or kill yourself and half the school in your efforts.”
Severus sighed wearily. The brat’s eyes started shining mischievously and he looked straight at his professor and blurted out, “You could spank me, sir.”
Naturally, Severus gaped at him. It wasn’t the first time tonight that the brat had said something which felt very much like it was only uttered to be misunderstood in an improper manner. For a split second he feared that Potter had somehow discovered that his detested Potions Master had experienced inappropriate thoughts about him, but it simply wasn’t possible. He’d been very careful with his thoughts around the brat and if he could fool the Dark Lord, he could certainly fool Harry Potter as well!
As a rule, he didn’t find young men appealing, hating the fumbling and insecurity that would inevitably make him feel ancient, but there was something special about Potter. Part of it was the fact that the boy’s life has forced him to mature much faster than his peers, giving him a certain severity that struck a chord in Severus, and part of it was his undoubtedly good looks. Though small of stature, Potter was well developed and Severus had a serious weak spot for those emerald eyes. They were very much like Lily’s, but a few shades lighter and a great deal more intense, Severus found. And, darn it all, very expressive!
Like now. Teasing, but with a daring undercurrent.
Severus lifted an eyebrow in his best did-you-misplace-your-brain-somehow look.
“Mister Potter, I regret to inform you that the Headmaster does not condone corporal punishment.”
Let the brat make of that what he will.
A flash of a cheeky smile was what Severus received.
“Oh, I’m sure you could get around that somehow, sir,” the brat said, almost purring the ‘sir’.
Once again Severus was gaping unintelligibly. What in Merlin’s saggy knickers was the boy trying to accomplish?
To his horror, Severus felt stirrings of arousal uncoil in his stomach and a fair amount of blood traveled south. It was that husky, purry tone. Damn the brat!
If this was to be a battle of words and imaginative innuendoes, Severus could and would play. He never lost any battle that depended on quick wit and repartee.
“Why, Mister Potter, what would your faithful Gryffindors say if they knew their Golden Boy was begging their greasy old Potions Master for a spanking?”
Severus allowed himself a wicked grin.
Potter merely smiled.
“I wouldn’t know, sir. I hadn’t planned on telling them. Just like I haven’t told them that I don’t find you old or greasy at all, Professor.”
The mischievous smile was back full force.
Severus wasn’t sure he should allow this kind of talk, but he was curious and as long as he could still back out without damaging his reputation, it couldn’t hurt to grill the brat a little harder on this particular issue.
“Careful now, Potter. One could interpret statements like that as you fancying me. What if the whole school suddenly heard that their Chosen One was lusting after the resident Death-Eater, hmm?”
Severus carefully pasted a malicious grin on his face.
Potter kept smiling, but his eyes suddenly held a steely determination that almost made Severus take a physical step back, it was so fierce.
“Pardon me, sir, but I’m thinking they wouldn’t believe you,” the brat said, and took a deliberate step closer to his professor, “Maybe you need to collect some evidence before you start spreading the story.”
Those green eyes locked on Severus’ and kept contact. This was starting to get dangerous and he had to stop this somehow, without disclosing his feelings to the boy. Nothing worked as well as a little Potions Master venom.
“What exactly are you attempting to convey from that addled mind of yours, Potter?”
Severus thought he did well. Sneer in place, venom enough in his voice to make most idiots scurry away in panic. But Potter was still looking at him calmly, intensely.
“Snarling like that will not discourage me, sir. I love your voice,” the boy said, looking at Severus’ lips with a feral gleam in his eyes, “It’s like liquid desire. Using it will only make it worse, I’m afraid.”
Once again, Severus was reduced to gaping. This was, by far, the most direct comment he’d received yet and really, he should put a stop to this now. He’d have taunting material for years!
But... But what if he could get something far better: Potter himself?
Severus knew he had to answer, but for a whole minute his brain totally stopped working. Finally his senses came back to him.
Trying to win some time he asked what he thought was a harmless question.
“What on earth are you blathering about, Potter? What will my voice make worse? Your stunning vocabulary?”
Severus knew it had been a huge lapse of judgment the instant the boy flashed a giant, wicked grin. The brat stepped closer still and grabbed Severus’ hand, pulled it down and placed on the front of his robes over the groin, revealing an insistent and rather impressive bulge. The green eyes were nearly black with desire when Potter looked up at Severus from underneath his thick lashes.
“This, sir.”
Severus’ mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. His fingers twitched involuntarily and he felt the bulge beneath his hand growing further.
That couldn’t be faked, which meant that on some level Potter did want him; his old Potions Professor! Some part of Severus was fighting to break free; to simply jump the boy and ravish him. But Severus knew how this should proceed; he should tell the boy to stop his inappropriate behavior, deduct at least fifty House Points, and send him on his way. Severus didn’t want to, though. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually desired him. It was intoxicating beyond belief.
If it had been any student besides Potter, Severus would have felt like a paedophile, but mentally Potter was well beyond his years. The Potions Master had no doubt, however, that should he go down this road and anyone ever found out, all hell would break loose. He’d be lucky to survive such an event.
Severus was a master at resisting temptations, but he’d resisted so much and this was different, in a way he couldn’t explain, but felt very clearly. He didn’t want to resist anymore. Merlin help him, but he wanted the boy!
In the middle of his contemplations, Severus became aware that he had not yet removed his hand from Potter’s groin. He mentally kicked himself. Way to expose his desires for the brat to see. He tried to salvage the situation with a touch of sarcasm.
“Quite an impressive problem you have there, Mister Potter. What do you suggest we do about it, hmm?” Severus drawled, trying to appear indifferent.
Apparently he didn’t do a very good job of it though, since Potter stepped closer and put his own hand over Severus’, still cupping his arousal, and pressed harder.
“You could fuck me, sir,” the boy said, perfectly serious, in a husky, vibrant tone.
Once again, the brat’s stupid honesty had deflated Severus’ hard earned eloquence and he actually gulped as several choice images involving said scenario flashed through his mind. Clearly, he wasn’t going to win this one by appearing to remain ignorant of the boy’s obvious overtures. Maybe a change of strategy was required. Offense was supposed to be the best defense after all.
Making his voice extra low and smooth, Severus asked, “Fuck you?”
The cock under his hand actually jumped at the sound of his voice and Severus felt his own burgeoning erection hardening rapidly. Potter was awfully close and Severus could tell that the boy’s breathing was speeding up. The awareness of a delectable, willing body so close to his own made the desire burn through his veins at a blinding speed and within a couple of heartbeats the Potions Master could feel his pulse beating in his temples. He was so hard at this point that his trousers had become painfully tight.
But no, he couldn’t just give in like this. If he gave in now, he’d have no way to defend himself from hurt. Protecting himself was something he’d learned early on in life and it always involved hiding away any and all feelings. No matter if they were positive or negative they could be used against you. With time, Severus had learned only to show the emotions that could be used to his purposes and only in the right circumstances.
Before he managed to compose a suitable rejection though, the brat stepped forward again, bringing their bodies together and reached up behind Severus’ head with a hand, which proceeded to urge his head down towards Potter’s.
As his eyes were glued to the lush lips that were slowly, but steadily coming closer, Severus knew he should stop this, he should pull back, he should-
Heat exploded in Severus’ stomach as warm, soft lips connected with his. As a last desperate attempt not to fall over the edge completely, he stayed passive. But the boy continued kissing him undauntedly and sucked gently on Severus’ bottom lip. It was amateurish, but instinctive, and the Potions Master found he liked it very much.
When the fingers of the hand at the back of his head threaded through his hair and gripped tight, Severus felt himself slipping. Potter pulled back just enough to whisper, his breath caressing Severus’ cheek, “Just let it go, please!”
The words were saturated with pleading desperation. It hit something in Severus and he felt some hidden, restrained part of himself snap free. For some reason he’d never understand, Severus didn’t just step out over the ledge, he jumped head first.
With a deep moan he brought his hands up and thrust them into the unruly hair, which turned out to be surprisingly soft. Severus crushed their mouths together, sucking and licking at Potter’s lips until the boy opened up to him. They both searched each other’s mouths eagerly and an intense, magnificent passion built between them. It was almost electrical in nature. Severus would have sworn he felt the air around them crackle with energy.
Hands were roaming everywhere and Severus was actually surprised at the boy’s confidence. Not that he seemed particularly experienced, he was apparently just very, very motivated.
Determined fingers had started on the long row of buttons on Severus’ robes and the Potions Master took the cue and divested Potter of his school robes. Underneath he wore the usual oversized, worn clothes, which almost hid his body completely. Severus might have thought the boy was trying to hide a flabby, out of shape, body if he hadn’t seen him in the form fitting quidditch uniform.
Potter had reached the last button and practically ripped Severus’ outer robes off him. When it fell, he stood there in his black trousers and dark green button-down and he felt sort of vulnerable. Like he was being evaluated in a way. Of course that could have something to do with the way Potter was staring at him. It made him uneasy and he had problems figuring out if the brat’s stare was a good one or not.
Severus got his answer about two seconds later, when Potter pulled his own shirt over his head, revealing a lean, toned chest, and launched himself at his Potions Master.
Severus caught him and the instant their skin and lips connected a jolt of energy shot through them. Potter moaned loudly and gripped the front of Severus’ shirt, pulling it apart, sending buttons flying in all directions.
Being shirtless was a sore spot for Severus. He had always been very slim, bordering on thin, pale and absolutely smooth. The lack of chest hair made all of his scars stand out more and the sheer number and nature of them had turned more than one potential lover off him.
Potter looked overwhelmed for a second and then the fierce passion was back in full force. The brat brought his fingers up to trace a particularly nasty scar, running from below his right collarbone across his stomach to his left hip. He’d gotten that one back in his early Death-Eater days when he’d been too slow with a piece of information. The Dark Lord had not been pleased and had, after a few rounds of cruciatus, allowed Bellatrix to ‘have her fun’ with him. Bellatrix’s idea of fun apparently involved a dull, rusty knife and a lot of insane cackling.
Severus was brought out of his musings when the boy latched onto a nipple. He gasped in surprise. Nobody had ever been able to see past his horrific collection of scars that easily. Potter acted like it was nothing more than a funny freckle he’d seen.
Severus shivered from the sensations when the boy’s tongue swirled around his nipple. Renewed desire shot through Severus and he grabbed the boy by the arse and pulled him close with a needy moan.
With Potter being smaller, Severus had pulled him slightly up from the floor and the boy started licking and nibbling his neck now that his previous target was out of reach. Hands were groping Severus’ arse through his trousers and suddenly there were far too many clothes between them. With a growl, Severus set the boy down and brought a hand to the front of Potter’s much too baggy jeans and popped the few buttons that held them closed. The fabric slid to the floor without needing assistance and the boy was naked before his Potions Master.
Severus fought not to gawk - too much.
“No pants?” he croaked.
“Nah, slows things down,” the infuriating brat quipped when a wicked grin.
Potter’s cock was mouthwatering. It wasn’t overly large, but it would be an average size, even for a full grown man, and Potter was a rather small sixteen year old. Severus knew he was somewhat bigger though. Perhaps that was more likely to scare the boy off than his scars.
He didn’t get much time to fret though, because Potter attacked the zipper of Severus’ trousers and had them undone in record time.
To his credit the boy pulled down carefully on the belt loops. If he had simply tried to yank them off as fast as possible, it could have put a stopper to the good mood quickly. Severus’ erection was much too big to fit comfortably in his trousers and a hasty removal of said trousers would probably have hurt a great deal.
Severus stepped out of his pants too and finally stood totally naked in front of Potter.
Who was gaping unashamedly.
Severus felt his cock give a hopeful twitch under the intense scrutiny, but the Potions Master’s eyes were riveted on the boy in front of him. Potter’s gaze had darkened considerably at the sight of Severus’ erection and the boy looked like he might be torn between drooling and telling Severus, ‘No, thanks, that monster isn’t getting anywhere near my arse!’
But, like a true Gryffindor, he rallied and stepped forwards, getting close to Severus again. The boy reached out and took hold of the impressive, eager cock pointing at him. Severus was prepared for inexperienced fumbling or reckless pumping, but certainly not for the slightly loose, yet steady stroke he received. An embarrassing keening cry escaped him and he braced his arms back on his desk. The brat crowded him and licked a wet stripe across his chest, all the while keeping up a slow, steady rhythm with his hand.
Severus panted, “Who taught you how to do that?”
Potter looked up from his new endeavor of alternating between licking and biting along Severus’ collarbones to answer.
“Nobody, it’s how I like it actually.”
Somewhere in his mind a voice insisted that such a statement warranted further inquiry, but at that moment Severus’ concentration was seriously debilitated and he merely grunted and bowed his head to catch Potter’s lips with his own in another all-consuming kiss.
He pulled the boy close by grabbing his firm buttocks, prompting him to let go of Severus’ erection to wrap his arms around Severus’ neck and as their erections were pressed together they both moaned.
Potter jumped up and wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist, proceeding to roll his hips, providing delicious friction. Severus felt a tongue run along the shell of his ear and gentle bite on his earlobe before a husky voice breathed into his ear.
“Fuck! I’ve wanted this for so long! Please, sir.”
Severus felt like teasing.
“You’ve wanted what, exactly, Mr. Potter?” he drawled, perhaps a bit breathlessly.
“You, inside me, sir,” the brat answered, before reaching down and giving his Potions Master’s throbbing cock a squeeze, “This, inside me.”
Severus growled and hefted the boy up, before freeing one hand. Then he ran his fingers down the cleft of the boy’s arse. When he reached the puckered entrance, he circled a finger slowly. The reaction he got was startling. Potter cried out and threw his head back while pushing his arse back into Severus’ hand. Severus was so worked up himself that he had trouble keeping his head. He literally had to force himself to go slow. The boy was only sixteen after all, he couldn’t have that much experience.
Potter wiggled in his arms, rutting against Severus, seeking friction.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Please, sir,” the brat whimpered before going on in a decidedly filthy tone, “Fuck me, sir. Oh Merlin, fuck me hard! Now!”
It seemed that Severus’ voice was not the only one to affect it’s recipient. At the sound of the brat’s voice talking like that, saying those things, Severus was so close to his release that he had to close his eyes for a second to block out the very sexy image of a debauched, naked Harry Potter, clinging to him with an expression like Severus was the tastiest looking dessert he’s ever seen.
The Potions Master turned them around and set Potter down on the desk. The boy scooted back, lay down on his back and braced his feet on the edge of the desk, thus spreading his legs for Severus.
Severus thought it was quite possibly the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. The brat really was utterly gorgeous and spread out like this with that hungry look on his face, he was positively edible!
Green, hooded eyes looked up at Severus as the brat ran a hand slowly, seductively over his abs, down, down, into the patch of black hair that surrounded his straining cock. A drop of precum was clinging to the tip.
Severus stopped Potter’s hand, bent over the boy’s groin and blew lightly on the throbbing erection. Potter keened and arched slightly at the same time his cock jumped. Severus threw a crooked smile at Potter before he opened his mouth and licked a slow track up the underside of the brat’s lovely cock. In answer he got a mewling cry and a whimpered, “Fuck!”
As he took all of Potter’s erection in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head once, before pressing it against the sensitive skin all the way down, he did a quick, wordless lubrication spell on his right hand and brought a finger up to play at the boy’s entrance.
Immediately Potter arched up, trying to push back on his finger, whimpering, while he grabbed a fistful of Severus’ hair.
“Yes,” the brat hissed, totally lost in the sensations.
Severus pulled up so only the head of Potter’s cock remained in his mouth. Sucking hard, he pressed his tongue to the underside while he pushed a finger inside. This produced a yelp from the boy, half way between pain and pleasure. Apparently Potter liked a little pain with his pleasure. At least it seemed that way because Severus had hardly gotten his finger in to the first knuckle before the boy pushed back eagerly and hissed, “More, sir!”
The Potions Master thought it might be too much too soon, but he complied; perhaps the brat would slow down if he encountered a case of biting off more than he’d be able to chew.
Swirling his tongue, Severus gave one steady push until his finger was in as far as it would go. Potter’s back arched off the desk and the Potions Master actually did think it had been too much, until the boy’s cock erupted and flooded his mouth, with Potter screaming all the way. It took a few seconds for Severus’ brain to catch up to his ears. When it did, he replayed it in his head. The brat had screamed: “Ah! Fuck, Severus!”
Severus stared at the boy, forgetting to swallow, resulting in a dribble of come running down his chin. Potter quickly reached up and caught it with a finger, bringing it down and licking it off of himself. Severus felt a wave of arousal at the sight and he promptly swallowed and bent over to kiss the boy. He hated the prudish guys who refused to kiss after engaging in oral sex. Not that he feared Potter to be among those after that display, but he approached cautiously nonetheless.
He needn’t have taken any precautions. Potter reached up and pulled him down into a slobby, needy kiss, sucking at Severus’ bottom lip, like it was all he needed to survive.
Still very much aroused, Severus frotted against the boy and Potter instantly uttered another newling cry and pulled his legs up higher. When Severus hesitated momentarily, the brat wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him down while grinding his own hips up. A keening cry burst from Severus’ mouth and he quickly brought his still lubricated hand up and was about to enter two fingers when Potter’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm.
“No, sir. I want to feel it. I want to still be able to feel you inside me tomorrow! Please!”
Severus looked incredulously at the boy’s earnest face.
“Potter, inadequate preparation will very likely be quite painful. Contrary to popular belief, I do not actively seek to maim you.”
The brat merely looked at Severus with a stubborn set jaw.
“Please, sir,” was all he said.
Severus had a feeling this could very well end in disaster, but Potter was begging and, oh Merlin, how he needed release!
With a grunt, Severus spread the lube on his neglected cock instead and it jerked violently. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and lined his erection up at the boy’s arse. When the head of his cock touched against the puckered entrance, Potter moaned loudly and pulled his legs up further.
“Come on, sir. Fuck me! Pound me, I know you want to!” the brat panted and licked his lips.
Severus closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward. The head of his erection nudged against the tight muscle, which did not yield. He pushed harder and the brat hissed when his Potions Master’s cock stretched his entrance. Severus felt a little of the resistance give and he jabbed his hips forward again. This time the brat whimpered, but he did not protest or otherwise try to convey any wish to make Snape stop.
The head of his cock barely inside the boy’s arse, Severus stopped and took several deep breaths. This was not going to work unless the brat relaxed.
“Relax, Potter, you are too tense!” he snapped.
Potter sucked in a harsh breath and let his head fall back, thudding onto the surface of the desk. He made a visible effort to calm his cramping muscles and a heartbeat later, Severus felt the constriction around his erection ease a little. He experimentally pushed in a bit more, and found that his cock slid in further and further, until he was fully sheathed. Merlin, the boy was tight!
Severus opened his eyes to look at the boy. The brat’s eyes were clamped shut and his features strained in a pained expression, his jaw clenched.
“Did I hurt you?” he managed to force out through gritted teeth, trembling with the effort of holding still.
Potter’s eyelids fluttered and the green gaze focused on Severus. He shook his head with a bemused smile.
“I told you I wanted to feel it, sir. It’s exactly what I want,” he panted, “Fuck you’re big though, if you don’t mind me saying, sir.”
Severus was astonished that he managed a snort.
“I do not believe you will find many men, who would object to having that statement uttered in their presence, Potter.”
The boy flashed another of those bone-melting, cheeky smiles.
“How about this one then, sir: ‘I’d appreciate it ever so much, if you’d pound me into this desk now’?”
With that salute, Potter squeezed his internal muscles around Severus’ cock, prompting the Potions Master to growl and pull back his hips, before pushing back in in one long stroke with a reverberating moan. The boy really was incredibly tight.
Potter hissed softly the first couple of times Severus pushed back in, but he still only put up with the slow thrusts for about a minute before he pulled Severus down for a kiss, wet lips and tongue sliding from the Potions Master’s mouth across his cheek until teeth nipped at his ear. The husky whisper tickled the small hairs on his neck, “Is that what you call a pounding, sir?”
Severus turned and sank his teeth into a surprisingly fleshy shoulder, mumbling a “Impertinent bastard!” and started increasing the force of his thrusts. Potter rolled his hips to meet every one of Severus’ movements and within an additional minute, the boy whined and dug his fingernails into Severus’ shoulder.
“Holy fuck! What’s... Oh my god! There, sir, right there!”
Severus took that to mean that he’d found the boy’s sweet spot and aimed to hit it on every inwards stroke. He succeeded fairly well if Potter’s cries and rhythmic hand clenching was anything to go by. Severus felt a poke in his stomach and looked down to see that the boy’s cock was hard and weeping once again. The brat’s hands stayed where they were though, and didn’t reach for it.
What he did do, had Severus paralyzed for a moment. Potter was demanding, “More, sir! Harder, oh Merlin, please, harder!”
Severus thought he was thrusting quite forcefully already, but he tried going deeper on every inward push, raking hard over the boy’s prostate, in order to satisfy the brat.
Evidently that wasn’t enough though. Potter whimpered and started chanting, desperately grabbing at Severus’ back. At first, Severus didn’t catch the words, but as the volume increased, it became clear.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme, fuck me!”
A white-hot surge of arousal whipped through Severus. He had never in his life encountered a lover that would keep begging for more, when he was already going at this pace. He knew that if he let go of the last of his restraint, he would be merciless. So far it seemed like that was what the brat wanted, but a voice of caution was still grumbling furiously in the back of his mind.
Severus looked into the green eyes and saw only want and longing, desperate longing and no trace of any apprehension at all. He reached up over Potter’s head and grabbed the edge of the desk for leverage and drew his hips back.
“Fine then, Potter, I’ll give you all I’ve got, but I’d better not get any complaints later.”
With that, Severus threw all his power into his thrusts, pounding the boy so hard that the desk screeched across the floor with every push and the wood creaked in protest. Potter’s face was a picture of bliss mixed with a bit of tension, his mouth open in a silent cry, his breath whooshing in and out of his lungs in time with the jerks of his body. He was clawing Severus’ back, trying to get him closer still.
“Yes! Yes, yes, oh god, yes!”
Seeing and hearing clear evidence that Potter was enjoying himself immensely, Severus let go of his last inhibitions and lost himself in the sensations, gave himself over to his desires, letting his instincts guide him.
He moaned and growled while pounding into the boy furiously, ferociously and within a few short minutes, he had to haul Potter back towards him, since the force of his thrusts has pushed the brat too far in on the desk. His pistoning hips barely faltered.
The boy’s mewling and whimpering had increased in volume and frequency and Severus bent his head to nuzzle the brat’s temple. Potter kissed him softly and licked down to Severus’ neck, where he sucked at a spot behind his ear, which sent tingling all the way down to his toes, before abruptly biting down in the crook of Severus’ neck. A muffled scream was all the warning Severus received before Potter’s cock exploded between them, covering both their bellies in come.
When he was spent, Potter released his mouthful, soothed the bite with a few licks and flopped back on the desk, looking so decidedly well fucked and utterly gorgeous that Severus tumbled helplessly over the edge, coming with a hoarse shout, his body convulsing, spurting his seed into the boy’s body.
Severus felt totally boneless and collapsed on top of Potter, who simply raised his arms and wrapped them around his Potions Master. For a second he feared the boy might be a snuggly, romantic type, but the brat simply breathed in and out, tracing lazy circles on Severus’ back. The pleasant lassitude that usually accompanied his afterglow, had Severus close his eyes and sigh deeply. He let go of his worries for a second and simply was.
When Severus came to, he was still lying draped over Potter on the desk, with the brat’s arms around him. Not knowing what to think or how to react, he cleared his throat and started to get up. Potter’s arms released him, but the boy still whimpered softly when Severus slipped free of him.
Severus looked down his front surveying the mess of cooled semen smeared over his skin and averted his eyes to the boy’s similarly decorated belly. Fearing a very awkward moment, he did a quick cleaning spell on both of them and went in search of his clothes. The boy sat up and simply observed Severus scurrying about. It did not behoove the Potions Master to appear flustered so he snapped at Potter.
“Do put some clothes on, Potter. It may not have occurred to you, but I will be skinned alive if anyone saw us in this state. Your adoring fans would weep themselves dry in grief for their poor, defiled Savior.”
Potter stretched out a hand and mumbled an accio, which had his clothes zooming to him like he was the center of gravity. Severus’ eyes widened with shock for a second before he could reign it in. When had the boy mastered a wandless summoning charm?
“Sorry, sir,” the brat said, softly.
Severus did a double take. He’d expected some flippancy after his snappish Savior-comment, but none was forthcoming. He quickly looked at the brat. No, no tears or chin-trembling either, which reassured Severus that Potter wasn’t about to exhibit teenaged schoolgirl dramatics. He had thought Potter would be a hopeless romantic actually, what with Albus filling his ears with all that love-is-power crap, but of course; it would be very difficult for anyone to imagine any rosy, happy moments involving the snarky, greasy old Potions Master. And that was exactly how he wanted it!
Shortly after, they were both decent again and Severus had put on his fiercest scowl to prevent any sappy endeavors from the brat, which he was sure was bound to occur. Once again, he was surprised, though.
Potter walked briskly to the door and as he put his hand on the doorknob, he turned around and threw Severus that cheeky smile and exited with a softly voiced, “Thank you, sir.”
Severus stared, baffled, at the closed door for close to ten minutes. Sex with Harry Potter certainly wasn’t what he would’ve guessed.