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Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, unable to settle back down or sink back into blissful oblivion. Well, it was good while it lasted.
He opened his eyes, sighing, then pulled the blanket up, trying to cling onto the warmth that was still lingering. It was another night he had that nightmare. Damn nightmare, latching onto him like a leech, torturing him whenever the chance presented itself.
Harry had thought that he was safe. He had thought that with everything that had been going on so well these days, he was free of it. But he was wrong, and he doubted, now, he doubted that he would ever be able to get rid of it.
The memory left a sour taste in his mouth, and Harry sighed into the darkness. He curled himself up, but when the stuffiness of the blanket became too much, he pulled himself up, still wrapped tightly in the blanket. He sat in the darkness, and he counted his breath.
It was always the same.
The blankness in Cedric’s eyes. The salty-iron taste flooding his tongue. The satisfaction exploded inside of him as he heard the scream of his Cruciatus victim. The twisted sensation that burned in his blood upon Voldemort’s fall. And then, there was blood.
There was an entire ocean of it.
It was the blood of the people who had died during the war, of those Harry had failed to save. It was the blood of those who were swept into the war against their will, just because one psychopath decided that Harry would be his victim.
Why did they die? And why was it not him?
How come Harry had got to live, but those innocent didn’t?
What made Harry’s life worth more than theirs? Because he got a fucking scar?
Harry let out a trembling sigh, and he drew his knees to his chest, pressing his forehead there as his thoughts spiralling.
He was no stranger to depression, not his own or others. He knew how to deal with them, but every time he got startled awake in the middle of the night, it took him a while. Sometimes, Harry just let it run its course.
But this time…
Well…
This time, it was different.
***
Severus was having a pleasant dream.
He was warm all over and he felt as if he was floating on clouds.
His skin was dry, and he could feel the warm, solid touch of a hand that he loved very much.
Severus positively melted, and he might have squirmed a little bit, but it was alright, since it was his dream.
There were lips.
Of course, there had always been lips accompanying the touches. Those lips trailed along his stomach, kissing the tender flesh, leaving pink sucking marks that would fade in no time. There were lips along his hips, and a soft hint of teeth on the skin of his pelvis.
Severus huffed, half annoyed, half amused, and the lips moved on.
It trailed along his lower abdomen, slightly lower, lower, to the warm that was pooling at his center.
Severus stirred, and the sensation wobbled as his world refocused.
The moment Severus realised he was not dreaming, there was a flat tongue, licking firmly on his cunt. He keened, arching his body as the distantly buzzing sensation slowly built. A hand slid under his knee, and in a moment, Severus’ legs were lifted and placed on a solid shoulder. His inner thigh met with soft, fluffy hair, and the sensation was beyond pleasant. Without being tempted to, Severus brought his other legs up, effectively trapping the head that was working on him.
There was a chuckle, deep, rumbling, and then, there was bliss.
Severus floated, melted, and thoroughly, blissfully wrecked. When he was finally let go, the sun had already gone up. The sheet was soaked, his clothes were magically gone, and his body had the strength of a soppy piece of jelly.
Severus was gasping, hugging the blanket like his life was depending on it. His legs opened and drenched, shaking and twitching. His clit, swollen and abused, exposed to the naked eyes that were scrutinising it calculatingly.
Severus turned to the blanket, melting as the warmth of it caressed his face, and after a moment, Severus blacked out.
***
Harry hummed softly to himself as he used magic to change the sheet and to clean his lover. It was a sneaky, dick move on his part (pun fully intended), but Harry did not regret it one bit.
He dressed Severus in his softest pyjamas with a flick of his wrist, and then he sat down on the mattress and kissed Severus’ frown.
His skin still felt irritating, and the simmering tiredness that had clung to him since midnight had yet to subside, but he felt so much better. There was happiness humming in his veins as well, and for now, Harry thought that it was enough. He still wanted more, though.
Harry chuckled as he licked his lips.
Severus had complained about Harry’s oral fixation and his tendency to push things a bit overboard more than once. Of course, the man had never actually put any weight in his words, and he could always easily push Harry away or hex him if he really didn’t want to. But he didn’t, and Harry took that as a sign to keep pushing and demanding what he wanted.
When he woke last night, though, the crushing weight of his nightmare and his frustration was a little bit much, and Harry somehow found himself with a desperate need to feel something against his lips.
He wished to kiss, yes, but more than that, he wished to have Severus a quivering mess under his tongue. He wanted to know he was still of use, that he didn’t just bring pain. He wanted Severus to melt from all the pleasure, wanted to know that Severus still trusted himself with Harry’s hands, despite all the death that he had caused, despite all the blood that he still saw every single day on his hands.
It had been Severus that saved him before, and it was Severus that was still saving him.
Harry closed his eyes, leaning back against the headboard.
More.
He needed more.
Just little bit more.
Harry sighed.
How greedy of him.
Sometimes he wondered when Severus would have enough of him and demanded that Harry stay away.
He wondered when Severus would find that Harry was a broken piece of pawn, useless and broken once the match was over.
He wondered when his pushing would become too much for Severus to take, when his love would become a burden to the man.
He wondered when he would become Severus’ burden once more, when his mere existence made Severus suffocate.
Harry gritted his teeth as his lung seized and refused to work properly. He clenched his fists, and the sound that came from him resembled that of a dying animal.
It was so heavy, and Harry yearned for something that could distract him, something that could pull him from the sinking sand, from the clasp of guilt that had sunk so deep in his flesh.
“Harry?” A hoarse voice called out to him, and warm fingers grazed his cold fist.
Harry startled, his eyes snapped open and he turned to find a pair of obsidian irises looking at him with concern.
Severus was awake, and Harry couldn’t…
“Hello, love.” Harry smiled, and he leaned down to place a kiss on Severus’ lips.
“Mn…” Severus made a pleased sound, and he slowly parted his lips.
Harry drew back, though, and he smiled at the man, who was blinking questioningly at Harry.
“You are going to be late if we continue.” Harry chuckled.
Severus blinked once, twice, and then his eyes widened in realisation.
He sat up, winced quietly as he did so.
“How are you here?” Severus asked, and he slid off the bed to walk to the bathroom.
“I walked here.” Harry replied easily.
“In the middle of the night?” Severus frowned.
Harry closed his eyes, tilled his head back and hummed softly as a confirmation.
“It’s a weekday.” Harry could hear the frown in Severus’ voice.
Harry hummed again, and he felt a tingle of magic in the air before Severus walked to him, no doubt clean and dressed elegantly, ready for class. He could feel the man’s eyes on him, and he raised his hand, pleased that Severus took it without question.
“Are you alright?” Severus asked quietly.
Harry didn’t answer this time, not even a hum. He smiled, and when he opened his eyes, he found Severus’ eyes fixed on him. There was concern there, no doubt, and Harry’s heart warmed. Once, he didn’t even know that the Potion Master cared for him at all, let alone concern.
Thinking back, it felt like a lifetime had passed since Harry thought of Severus as evil and cold. Now, to him, Severus was the best Potion Master, the best teacher, and the best lover. He was not at all the slimy bat that Harry was once terrified of. Now, to him, Severus was a man who appreciated a good cup of tea with a book, the man who would blush lovely when he received presents and flowers. He loved to be touched, and he loved it even more when he was spoiled.
But he hid it all very well, only let it show when they were safe in the walls of his living quarter.
“Harry…” Severus inquired softly, “Is there a problem?”
Harry smiled, and he let his eyes roamed Severus’ body. The man was wearing Harry’s gift. He had ordered from Vilvian a few more sets of teaching robes and formal robes, using the highest quality wool and fabric. Severus started to wear them everyday.
They fitted him nicely, embracing his thin figure and made him seem taller, even more elegant than he had already been. And somehow, Severus managed to look brighter. Can a person look brighter in black? Harry didn’t know, but Severus did seem to glow as he walked around.
“No, absolutely not.” Severus frowned.
Harry tugged Severus’ hand gently. He didn’t say anything, the smile on his lips didn’t even falter, and he looked at Severus.
“You said I was going to be late.” Severus lowered his voice, and there was a tense edge there, “Mister Potter.”
Harry brought their joined hands to his lips, and he looked directly into Severus’ eyes as he kissed the man’s knuckles softly.
Severus huffed, and when Harry tugged him again, he came down willingly.
Their clothes vanished in a blink of an eye, and in an embarrassing amount of time, Severus was straddling Harry’s thighs. He blushed beautifully, eyes flickered between frustration and want. Harry’s entire body buzzed with the satisfaction that it was him who had this kind of influence on the dignified Potion Master.
Their body was aligned with practised ease, and Severus huffed as Harry’s cock rubbed his abused clit.
“I’m sorry.” Harry offered a quiet apology as he kissed Severus’ cheek softly, knowing it would soften him immediately.
“You are going to tell me what the problem is after this is over.” Severus said coolly, leaving no room for argument.
“Mn. Maybe.” Harry kissed Severus’ collar bone, then he slowly nibbled to the middle of Severus’ chest, where his heart is.
Severus sank down, and when his tight heat engulfed Harry, Harry leaned his head on Severus’ shoulder, closing his eyes and prayed.
Love me…
He thought, as Severus clenched down on him, then started to move in a way that never failed to send electricity down Harry’s spine and igniting his brain in the most exquisite way possible.
Love me…
Harry held Severus tightly. His hand sank into the dip of Severus’ spine while the other grabbed a handful of Severus’ arse.
“Ha…Harry…” Severus’ voice trembled, and Harry hummed.
“Make me come, please…” Harry murmured.
Claim me…
I am yours…
Love me please…
Harry grunted as Severus’ inside tightened, and when the man arched his body, moaning with abandon, Harry’s body moved on its own accord.
He surged forward, pushing them both on the bed. Severus was on his back, and when Harry pinned him down by his hips, the man’s inside twitch and spasm around Harry as he came. His body was still sensitive from his multiple orgasms at the crack of dawn, and all it took was a couple of brutal thrusts for him to break and sob into Harry’s neck.
Severus held Harry tightly, and the way he chanted Harry’s name while cumming for the second time within 5 minutes made Harry tipped over as well.
It had been a few days, and the amount of cum that Harry spilled inside was a little embarrassing to say the least.
“Severus…” Harry sucked a deep purple mark on Severus' nape, and the man huffed as he sank his teeth in Harry’s neck.
“I hate you…” Severus moaned as Harry’s cock slid out of him.
Harry didn’t respond. Instead, he mumbled a spell, and Severus tossed his head back as a tickling sensation brushed his clit.
Harry grabbed Severus’ nape, secured his neck in place and he sank in, kissing Severus deeply, filling the man’s tight wet heat with his tongue.
The kiss was brief, but when Harry drew back, he was satisfied.
“Wh…what…” Severus blinked in confusion, and Harry smiled.
“I love you.” Harry said, adoration obvious in his gaze.
Severus looked at him, and instead of relaxing, he looked very concerned.
“Mister Potter, you came into my room in the middle of the night and jumped me, then you sat next to me looked like you were in pain, and now you…” Severus grabbed Harry’s wrist, “Are you… well?”
“I’m getting better.” Harry murmured, and he cleaned them both before spelling their clothes back.
Severus didn’t look convinced, but he followed Harry as he sat up.
He winced, once more, and he glared at Harry.
“Much as you like to show off, your skills are still flawed.”
Harry smirked, “No, it’s not.”
Severus gritted his teeth.
“Do you wish for me to clean it myself?”
Harry pulled Severus into a hug, and the man relaxed against him almost immediately.
“No, I simply know you.” He murmured.
“Care to elaborate?” Severus huffed.
“I remember someone getting riled up by the thought of having my cum inside as he walked the Great Hall.” Harry whispered into Severus’ ears, and the man tensed. Harry knew he had hit the mark, “I know someone who loved the idea of being wet all the time , pussy dripping as he acted all dignified. I know someone who wore a buttplug to class, someone who came all over himself during a party, just because he loved the thrill.”
Severus’ ears were blood red, and he was clutching Harry’s shirt tightly.
“So, Severus…” Harry kissed Severus’ ear softly, “I want you to go around all day with my cum dripping from your cunt. I spelled it, so you would be able to feel it wet in your underwear all day long.” Harry purred, and Severus made a soft whine at the back of his throat.
Harry kissed Severus’ hair, sliding his hand in the man’s smooth strands, “And that kiss earlier? It was a sensory link spell. It means that you would be able to feel it every single time my tongue touches the inside of my mouth. It would feel like my tongue was inside of you.”
Severus tensed at that, and Harry chuckled.
“I will keep you wet and dripping for me, Severus. You will go around, talking, teaching, eating, with your pussy soaked and smeared with my come. No one would know but you and me, and you would know that you are mine. Mine to claim, mine to take whenever I wish, and mine to fuck. You will be ready for me, and when the day is over, you will go back to this room and tell me how many times you have cum inside your pants.” Harry’s voice was raspy with arousal, and his eyes darkened impossibly, but Severus didn’t need to see that.
Severus whined, this time louder, and he made a needy sound as he nuzzled Harry’s neck.
“No, darling, I will not lessen the time. You will go on an entire day.” Harry hummed and kissed the top of Severus’ head, and the man bit him again.
Harry chuckled, “You will be good for me, will you, love?”
Severus huffed, “You… you know I…”
“Yes?” Harry prompted.
Severus’ breath trembled as his arousal no doubt was resurfacing again. After all this time, Harry knew how to make his lover’s knees buckle.
“You know… You know I couldn’t help…”
“Couldn’t help what, my love?” Harry smirked, knowing exactly what Severus was referring to.
Severus clawed his shirt.
“Must I spell it out for you?” He grunted in frustration, his voice had that trembling edge, and Harry knew he shouldn’t push any further.
“Mn… I know.” Harry held Severus a bit tighter.
“And you still want me to…” Severus hit Harry’s side.
“How about I add a spell, so that your pants absorb all the liquid that seeps through your underwear?” Harry murmured.
“How about you cease this altogether and just open that mouth of yours to tell me what the problem is with you this morning.” Severus was no doubt still slightly annoyed.
“Soon, love. I promise.” Harry murmured, “Right now, I just want you to be good for me…”
There was a stretch of silence, but after a while, Severus just sighed and nodded.
“I love you.” Harry murmured.
Severus took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he said in a soft whisper.
“I couldn’t help but squirt every time I orgasm…” Severus blushed to the root of his hair.
“I know.” Harry kissed Severus’ forehead, “And I would love to lick them all away for you.”
“You and your oral fixation, Potter.” Severus scoffed.
“Are you complaining?” Harry tilted his head.
Severus looked down, answering Harry’s question by avoiding answering it. Harry chuckled.
“It would be like wetting myself in public.” Severus frowned, and he threw Harry a glare that lacked any heat.
“You would like that, don’t you?” Harry smiled, and Severus seemed to give it a thought, rather unsure.
“You could always decide.” Harry tapped Severus’ pants, “Try this, and if you want, we could try the other thing.”
Severus blushed, and he tried to deflect by moving away from Harry, “You just want to torment me, Potter. Seeing me desperate and squirming, trying to not embarrass myself.”
Harry hugged Severus from behind, “I know.” He wrapped his hand around Severus’ thin waist, “I’m a terrible person.”
Severus scoffed, but then, he seemed to sense something, because he turned around and looked Harry in the eyes, searching.
Harry tried to keep his thoughts in check, he did, but he seemed to fail miserably.
Severus parted his lips, but when he was about to say something, he seemed to think better of it and stopped. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips and drew back immediately.
“Go. You are going to be late.” Harry smiled, “And stay hydrated.”
Severus pushed Harry away in irritation, and he walked out of the door.
When he heard the sound of the closing door, Harry let out a sigh and dropped himself on the floor.
***
Severus was concerned, of course he was.
Normally, Harry was always smiling, teasing, and he was like a glowing sun at the peak of noon. Sometimes, he was too bright for Severus’ liking.
But today…
Today, Harry looked sullen, and the sound that he made the moment Severus woke up, the way he looked at Severus, the way there was a hint of sadness clinging to the corner of his lips.
There was something wrong, and Severus knew it, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He walked into the Great Hall, and there were already some students walking out.
“Oh, Severus. It’s a rare thing to see you late.” Minerva smiled at him from her chair, her breakfast already finished and in front of her was a copy of the Daily Prophet that Severus no longer read these days.
“Morning.” He grumbled and claimed his chair on her right. He reached for his cup of coffee, already made to his liking. The first sip of it made him hum in appreciation, and he turned to Minerva, making some small talk as he sorted through his breakfast.
Minerva was oddly cheerful today, and she talked to him about the upcoming test, the Minister’s newest affairs, and even some plans for the holiday.
“Do you have any plans for the summer, Severus?” Minerva asked, her eyes glinting in a way that reminded Severus in an unpleasant way of Dumbledore. Sometimes, he wondered if she had spent too much time in that office.
“Not really.” Severus shook his head.
“Normally you would just go back to Spinner’s End, correct? This year, though…” She tilted her head, and Severus knew what she was talking about.
After the war, his house had been confiscated by the Ministry, and all Severus was allowed to keep was his book collection. They had examined the house, trying to look for evidence to charge Severus with a lifetime of Azkaban. When they found nothing, they insisted on clearing the place off the map since it had ‘too much dark magic’.
Severus didn’t even try to argue with them, and he had let them destroy the only property that he had. So now, he didn’t really have a home to return to anymore.
In addition to that, the thought of summer vacation suddenly upset him.
He looked to the Gryffindor table, and there, he found Harry smiling and talking with the Granger girl. He was smiling brightly, no sign of his previous distress found, and doubts started to bubble on the surface.
Was Harry upset because of him, of their relationship? Was he rethinking everything?
Their relationship had been unstable from the start, and it had been a dedicated bubble that Severus didn’t dare to prod. But now, when the school year is coming to an end, Severus was afraid that all of this would become a fever dream. Harry would leave the school to go live his own life, probably joining the Auror as the hero he was. And Severus, Severus would stay behind, he would stay at Hogwarts, stuck in the past.
The thought made him lose his appetite, but then, Harry’s eyes met his, and the young man smiled brightly.
Slowly, deliberately, Harry brought a small bite of sausage to his mouth, and he popped it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
Severus could feel the spell that Harry had put on him immediately, and it wasn’t until then that Severus was aware of Harry’s thick cum slowly rolling down his wall, leaking out of his body.
The brat must have activated…
Severus’ thought was interrupted as he felt Harry’s tongue. It was a strange, ghostly sensation, but as disorienting as it was, it felt as if he was sitting on the young man’s face and allowing him to fuck him with his tongue.
It was…
Severus clenched his teeth and straightened himself, tensing visibly.
His pussy was twitching around thin air, and with its movement, more and more of Harry’s cum started leaking. Here, in the Great Hall, on the teacher’s table where all of his peers could see him and all the students could look at him, Severus was dripping with cum. The thought made his clit throb, and Severus hated the fact that he found thrill in it.
Harry had started eating, and every time he put something in his mouth, every time his tongue rolled around in his mouth, Severus felt it. It was as if Harry’s tongue was inside of him, licking and pressing against his pussy.
Severus was dripping with his own arousal, and he knew the fluid was being mixed with Harry’s cum, creating a mess in his underwear. Harry had charmed the thing so that it wouldn’t get wet, but Severus could feel the wetness against his body. He could feel it squelching, sticking on his clit, on his inner thighs. He could feel the way the mixture coating the small, sensitive bud, and he wished to just grind down, to rub against the wetness.
Severus’ cunt twitched from arousal, and the more it did, the wetter he became. He was soaking, and it made him feel like a cheap, slutty bitch.
Severus would never admit liking this, never.
He glared at Harry, but the young man was focused on eating as if he had been starved for days.
“Severus?” Minerva called his name, and Severus turned to her, “Are you alright?”
“I’ve been…” Severus sucked in a breath as he felt Harry’s tongue on his clit now, “...better,” he gritted the last word out as if it had done him great offense.
“You don’t look well. You look like you are running a fever.” Minerva raised her eyebrow, “You need to rest, Severus.”
His heart was in his ears, and his lungs felt like they were doing a fucking tap dance. He was shaking, he knew, and it took him everything to pretend that his breathing was normal.
“I have a few classes today. I will rest later.” Severus grumbled, and he barely stopped himself from jolting when he felt the way Harry’s tongue pressed on his clit, flat and firm.
He glowered at the young man, wondering how the fuck he was doing that while pretending to eat.
“Are you really alright?” Minerva sighed, “You stubborn man.”
“Yes… Yes I am fine…” Severus huffed, “Though, I could do better if…” He clicked his tongue, and Minerva chuckled.
“Still haven’t cut Harry some slack?” She asked, “The boy saved us all, why don’t you go easy on him a bit?”
Severus was the one who had to go easy on Harry?
Severus almost laughed.
It should be the other way around!
Severus didn’t respond, and he was reaching for his cup of coffee when suddenly, Harry stopped eating, and he popped a candy in his mouth, tightening his mouth and tongue around it.
Severus folded his body on the table as he felt the ghostly sensation of Harry’s mouth surrounding his clit. There was no movement, but both Harry and Severus knew that was the quickest way to bring Severus to orgasm.
“Severus?” Poppy had spotted his distress and turned to him.
No, not Pomfrey. Anyone but her. She would be able to tell what’s wrong with him immediately.
Severus pushed himself up, and he said, “I’m alright… I just… need, need a minute. Pardon me.”
When he turned around and walked away, he heard the way Minerva sighed and said he was ‘too stubborn for his own good’, but he didn’t care.
Severus fled the Great Hall, and he could barely make it to the nearest turn before he fumbled and hissed as Harry’s tongue pressed down on his clit, tipping him over the edge. Severus swallowed down the moan as he squatted down in the dark hallway and came, squirting hard . The stream didn’t stop right away, and Severus’ body jerked three more times until the orgasm simmered down, and he was left with a soaked underwear, trembling and gasping quietly.
He wanted to squeeze his legs together, wanted to rub and ease the bursting sensation, but he couldn’t.
Severus leaned on the wall, and slowly, he stood up, wincing when his underwear squelched under the layer of perfectly dry trousers.
“Oh, is there something wrong, Snape? Are you getting old?” The portrait on the walls grinned at him, and that was the moment Severus realised he was not actually alone. Even in a dark corridor, there would always be eyes on him.
Severus quickly casted an illusion charm and straightened himself. Thrill ran down his spine, leaving goosebumps on his skin, and Severus smirked, walking away with no less grace than he had always been. He was so wet, and with every step he took, a little bit of slick and squirt leaked from him. His face was hot, and his heart was thrumming in his ribcage. He didn’t need to look to know Harry’s slippery cum had been smeared everywhere, some even ran down his thigh, but thanks to the young man’s spell, they disappeared before they reached his sock.
Harry was well behaved in the first and second period, and Severus was grateful, because he had a class with second year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and with them being in the same room, accidents were bound to happen.
Of course, that was all the peace Severus was allowed.
The moment the last student got out of his classroom, the distinct sensation of a tongue pressing against his entrance came back. Severus could barely swallow his moan to lock the door before the tongue slid from his twitching cunt to his asshole and started prodding the rim.
It had been two weeks since Harry touched him there, and the softest touch at the moment was a little bit too much. It was pleasant, yes, but it was overwhelming all the same. Severus clenched down, but the ghostly sensation was persistent and unaffected.
Harry tongued his rim, licking, teasing, and stretching him slowly. Severus huffed, and he leaned back, closing his eyes. He grabbed the chair tightly, and he shook through the pleasant sensation until Harry decided that it was enough and started to push inside.
Severus was weak to many things, and Harry managed to learn all of them in a surprisingly short time.
Severus gasped silently and arched his body as Harry’s tongue pressed against the wall of his ass, rolling around. Severus’ cunt was leaking profusely, twitching around the emptiness. He wished to touch, to fill himself, but there was nothing he could do that wouldn’t make him look like a wanton slut in his own classroom, and that was where Severus drew the line.
The tongue that was fucking him suddenly withdrew, and before Severus could even so much as whine before it swiped across his cunt to his clit. Severus sobbed and felt a small stream of slick leaked from his pussy, wetting him even further. Harry was rolling his tongue on Severus’ clit, just enough of a tease to let Severus know his intention before he slid back down to his ass.
That was the start of the torture, and in a moment, Severus wondered how the fuck could Harry manage such a spell and such motion of his tongue. But then, his thought was distracted by the way Harry sank his tongue inside the wetness of Severus’ leaking pussy and started licking him there too.
The thing about having an artificial pussy was that Severus could adjust how sensitive it was. So when he was having them, the sensation coming from it was enough to melt his brain. That was exactly how Severus felt when Harry’s tongue slid inside him and started to prod his wall.
The young man was throughout, leaving no place amiss, and he since it was a spell, his tongue was able to slide in so deep, deeper than a normal could manage, and he twisted his tongue in a way he could never do when they did it normally.
Severus’ eyes prickled from tears, and his orgasm slammed at him with the force of a tsunami. Severus arched his back, and started gushing with abandon. It was so forceful that Severus went blind for a moment, and he sobbed as his body jerked against his will, squirting streams after streams. Pleasure waves drowned him, one after the other, and by the end of it, Severus’ clit twitched like crazy, and the need to rub it to ease the sensation overwhelmed him. But if there was someone who knew Severus, it was Harry.
Before Severus could touch himself, Harry’s tongue found his clit, and he licked it in a way that was so soothing and pleasant he moaned. Harry took his time, and when Severus calmed down, his tongue slid across Severus’ urethra, causing Severus to jolt before disappearing completely.
Severus sagged against his chair, and he pressed his thighs together, exhausted and shamefully sated.
He shouldn’t be satisfied with this, he shouldn’t…
But fuck…
Severus trembled as he relished in the way his underwear was soaked, the way he was clenching and twitching from pleasure. He titled his head, letting out a shaky breath. He would never admit out loud how much he was enjoying the secrecy, the lewdness that he couldn’t let anyone know about. He hated the fact that he loved how good it felt to be wet all the time, to have Harry’s cum sticking on his body. He hated how good it felt as his slick trailed down his thigh as he was walking. He even loved the first orgasm in the dark hallway, and the thrill of it was something Severus had never felt before.
It was shameful, yet…
Severus huffed and straightened himself. He summoned a goblet and filled it with water, downing it all.
He didn’t move from his chair, trying to distract himself by looking through his student’s products but failed more than once. His mind kept coming back to the moment of his first and second orgasm since he was out of his bedroom. It kept him wondering when Harry would continue, how many times he would force Severus to come.
He was so wet and soppy down there that it was pathetic. His clit was engorged and abused, no doubt from earlier in the morning. His pussy was twitching and spasming, empty and itchy without anything to fill it. And his ass was wet and soft from all the cum.
Who would have thought that under all the coat and layers, he was messy and ready to be fucked, aching for it, even.
The thought made goosebump rise all over his body, and Severus found himself thinking of Harry.
But it didn’t last long, because his classroom door opened and he saw Blaise and Draco walk in together. Both of them greeted him, and Severus looked at his godson to find him so much brighter and happy than last year. He had thought that the war had made Draco lose all hope, but this year, with Blaise by his side, he was so much happier and was actually doing quite well academically.
Thinking of the reason, he couldn’t help but blush.
He didn’t know what he had thought when he agreed to help Draco out. But what had been done had been done, and Severus could only shake his head whenever his mind decided to remind him.
Draco met his eyes, and he gave him a smile, something Severus hadn’t seen since Sixth year.
Well…
The moment was broken when the Golden Trio entered. Coming in was the Granger girl, who seemed to be talking very passionately about something. Next to her was Weasley, who looked dumb as always and obviously not listening but still smiled and nodded to make his girlfriend happy. Following them was Harry.
The young man looked calm. Ever since the war, Harry was quieter, but he moved with such confidence and certainty that one would take him as an aristocrat. His eyes, once so bright now seemed so calm, as if nothing could move him anymore. Severus supposed that everyone would have that change if they managed to kill a Dark Lord. He didn’t know if he liked the bright, sparkling eyes of an innocent Harry more or his current stillness.
Harry’s eyes met his, and Severus’ thought abruptly came to a halt when the thin layer of ice in Harry’s eyes melted and exposed the brightness behind it.
Oh…
Severus’ heart raced as he realised that Harry hadn’t really changed that much. There was just another part of him now. It didn’t really make him different from the bright young man that Severus once knew. He just didn’t let everyone see his true self.
And among those who Harry chose to trust with it, Severus was among them.
To Harry, Severus was someone important.
Of course, he had realised it one way or another from the way Harry acted around him. Still, realising another way that Harry was loving him, prioritising him always made Severus’ heart ache in a sweet way.
He looked away, and as if trying to attract his attention, Harry flicked his tongue inside his mouth, and Severus’ body tensed. His eyes snapped to Harry, and the young man responded by giving him a fox-like smile. At times like these, Severus thought about how Harry might fit into Slytherin.
He looked away, and he found Draco giving him and Harry the most knowing look before rolling his eyes. Severus paid him no mind, since students started to fill the classroom.
Severus thought that he would get away with another class, but how could Harry miss the chance of seeing him squirm directly from the front row seat? The sadistic brat.
Severus was halfway through talking about a high grade potion when it happened.
There was no warning, no teasing, no preparation, nothing. One moment, he was fine, and the second, he could feel Harry’s mouth enveloping his clit completely. His tongue was pressed flat on the sensitive bud, his hot mouth wet and melting around the spot.
It took Severus everything to not scream in the middle of the sentence.
It didn’t last long, though, and before his pause became too unusual, the overwhelming sensation disappeared. Severus didn’t know whether he should whine in loss or sigh in relief.
Severus continued with his lecture, and by the time he was done and everyone was working, he was sweating all over, body hot and twitching in multiple places. He didn’t come, but it was so much worse.
Harry-fucking-Potter managed to edge him multiple times while not even touching him, and still taking notes in class like a fucking diligent student. Severus hated him so much, and he would sink his teeth on that neck as soon as they were alone.
The class was a torture, not because Severus was forced to cum, but he was stopped from cumming. Every time he thought he would tip over, Harry would withdraw. No matter how much Severus’ thighs squirmed under the table, he couldn’t reach the orgasm that was so close within reach. He was soaked inside his pants, and it would only take a little bit more for him to come all over himself like earlier. It would be so easy.
But Harry Potter was never easy.
He kept the touches ghostly and careful, and he gave Severus enough time to calm down before returning again.
It was the longest 2 hours of Severus’ life.
“Time’s up. Put your product in a vial and bring it to my… desk…” Severus gritted his teeth at the last syllables as the sensation of a slippery, hot tongue returned on his oversensitive hole, and the way it dragged slowly, deliberately upward.
The students scrambled to do what he said, and once they had submitted their potions, they got out as quickly as possible. No one was enthusiastic enough to stay for a question.
Harry came up with his friends, a few in front of him. This time, Severus was horrified to find that Harry was not stopping. He looked at the young man with startled realisation that he was going to be pushed to the edge right then, so close to his students they could hear the way his breath stuttered.
Severus’ heart was in his ears, blood was rushing everywhere all at once, and he was shaking as his body couldn’t decide what kind of feeling he was going through. He tensed, bracing himself as he counted every single person who was in line.
The pressure of a tongue on Severus’ clit was building, the heat was slowly becoming too much, and he was sweating so much he started to feel too cold and too hot at the same time.
It built…
Built…
And built…
Severus was trying so hard to keep his breathing and expression in check, but Harry was making it very hard for him to stay calm at all. He knew…
He knew he was coming…
It was finally Harry’s turn, and the moment Severus inhaled Harry’s scent, he was gone. His lower body seized, and he was coming, squirt bursting from his cunt as he reached for the small vial with a shaky hand.
Severus came and came as Harry’s tongue did not leave, and he was holding his breath as his cunt was melting under the heat of the climax when he heard Harry’s voice.
“Is there something wrong with my potion, Professor?”
Severus’ eyes snapped up, and there, he found a pair of mischievous greens looking at him. He grunted, because it was the only sound he was capable of making. He yanked the vial from Harry’s hand.
Harry turned and walked away.
The other students came and went quickly, and Severus barely noticed them leaving, barely noticed the sound of the lock before he was pulled into a tender kiss.
Severus leaned back immediately and drowned in it. He reached up to slide his fingers in Harry’s hair, pulling him close.
Harry turned his body toward him, parting his legs and sneaked a hand there. He kissed Severus deeply as he palmed Severus’ groin carefully. Severus pushed himself onto Harry’s hand, and it felt like he was grinding it, riding it.
Severus didn’t mind, since his mind was currently minding something else entirely.
Harry was relentless, and he kissed with all he had. It had been a while since they were together and Severus didn’t think he could ever get used to this.
Harry’s lips were softer than Severus’, and the way he moved it against Severus’ made his spine weak. He was careful, like Severus was something precious, and he had a mission to enjoy every single kiss to the fullest.
Severus saw sparks underneath his eyelid, and for a moment, it felt like his closed eyes were looking directly at the sun.
Harry’s other hand slid down the small of Severus’ back, keeping him close and keeping him in place.
Severus let Harry manhandle him, and they kissed until Severus could no longer breathe, until everything seemed to cease to exist.
Severus opened his eyes and found that Harry was looking at him with a smile. He looked so fulfilled and content even though they hardly did anything.
“What, what’s wrong with you today?” Severus asked quietly.
“Mn. Something.” Harry smiled, and he brought Severus’ hand to his lips, kissing every finger with utmost devotion. It was slow, and Harry took his time with every finger, kissing every inch of skin tenderly.
Once done, he came up and kissed Severus’ cheek, then his nose, his brows, and the corners of his eyes.
His kiss came like spring rain, and it made Severus tingle all over. Harry kissed his cheeks several times, and he nuzzled Severus when he was done.
“Did something bad happen?” Severus kissed the side of Harry’s face, and the young man nodded.
“And?” Severus prompted, kissing Harry’s cheek, “Anything you wish to share with your professor, Mister Potter?”
“Are you being my professor now?” Harry chuckled.
“Mn, who knows.” Severus bit the shell of Harry’s ear gently, “Are you going to tell me?”
“Yes. Later.” Harry murmured.
“You are irritating.” Severus huffed.
“So I have heard,” Harry hummed.
“Come to my quarter later.” Severus said quietly.
“After dinner?” Harry asked.
“You come without asking anyway.” Severus rolled his eyes.
“You are right, I do.” Harry hummed, “Only because the door opened to me whenever I touched it.”
“The spell allows anyone the owner approves of in.” Severus sighed, “Flawed, obviously, since it took no accord to the time.”
“Mn, you should think about fixing it soon.” Harry sighed into Severus’ neck.
“Maybe.” Severus mumbled.
“I should go to lunch.” Harry said suddenly.
“So should I, apparently.” Severus mused, “Anytime today would be nice.”
Harry laughed, and he finally let Severus go.
“I’m going to eat a lot.” Harry smiled at Severus.
Severus was about to say something when he understood the meaning of that statement and he pulled Harry to him, just to bite him really hard on his shoulder.
Harry’s laugh rang like silver bell, and he kissed Severus’ hair before walking out of the classroom, leaving Severus sighing.
The rest of the day went like a blur, but Severus was somehow able to keep track of the times that he came.
Once during lunch, in the middle of his meal. Once when he was teaching in the afternoon, and one more when just as he stood and left after dinner.
He was standing near the door when his third orgasm bursted, and he stood with his back turned to every single person in the Great Hall, shaking, clenching his hand on the door knob tightly and coming in his pants. His clit spasming as a horrid amount of squirt poured from his pussy, streaming down his legs and evaporate before it hit his socks.
Severus leaned on the door, his body trembled as he came for thirty seconds, streams after streams leaked out as his empty cunt clenched and unclenched.
It took Severus a surprising amount of strength to wrench himself from the door and rush down the corridors back to his chamber. Harry’s mouth was still on his sensitive clit the whole time, and Severus barely had his door locked when he was squatting on the floor, coming and pissing all over himself.
The spell that was used to keep his pants dry stopped working abruptly, and Severus ended up with a puddle as when he was done, and he sat on the floor, gasping and sobbing, achingly empty.
When the door opened, Severus almost broke, and he reached up for Harry as Harry reached down for him.
They were on the bed in no time, and before Severus knew it, he was being fucked into the mattress. Harry was intense, and he was more forceful than ever.
Severus hung onto his young lover like a vine, and as he was finally filled, he came over and over in a relatively short period of time. It was almost every single time Harry thrusted inside of him that his body buzzed with the bliss of orgasm.
Severus’ body was wrecked, and Severus didn’t spare a single moment to think about it, even if he had the capability for it. He was gone, fucked into oblivion and choked in honey-thick euphoria.
It felt like flowers were blooming all over his skin, fireworks under his skin, and he sobbed the entire time while urging Harry to fuck him harder. It was madness, and Severus thrived in it like a fish in water. He twisted, moaned, bit, and clawed under Harry's merciless thrusts.
He came, and came, and came, and by the end of it, he knew that Harry had also come more than once.
And if the young man forced him to drink an entire cup of water afterward, Severus had absolutely no complaint.
They would talk, of course.
But they would do it in the morning.
Severus blindly reached for Harry as they wrapped themselves with several blankets.
That night, neither of them dreamt.