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Harry walked the corridors as if there were wings on his legs and clouds under his heels. He practically ran to the dungeon, didn’t really mind the faces or the looks of the students that he passed. He knew he must look stupid, but damn it all. What Harry knew right now had rocked his world, and as his stomach fluttered like crazy, his heart felt like it was so filled with happiness he might fly.
It had been him.
It had always been him.
There had been no one before him, and no one after him.
He was Severus’ first.
He was the one Severus trusted, and he was the one that taught Severus the blissfulness of sex. It was him , who made Severus touch himself during Sixth year, and it was him, who claimed Severus once more years later.
And oh…
Harry would conquer the world if that was what Severus Snape wanted.
Harry finally reached the dungeon. It was amazing, how Severus only walked a few moments before him but reached the destination so much faster. Maybe it was because he had longer legs?
Harry placed his hand on the door, and with a sigh of magic coursing through him, he yanked the door open, only to be greeted by a wine glass, thrown directly at his face.
Harry froze as the glass was smashed against the wall, and he looked at the shattered pieces on the ground, along with the fine scotch inside. He looked over at Severus, who was standing at his table, clutching it like it was his life line, and his mood softened.
Harry closed the door, locked it carefully, and then he walked to his lover. The man was breathing harshly, and when Harry reached out, he flinched.
“Severus…” Harry called his name, carefully, as if he was approaching a wounded animal.
Severus let out a shuddering breath, and a drop of tear fell on his hand. The sound of the tear drop hitting Severus’ skin shattered Harry, and though he couldn’t see Severus’ face due to the curtain of his hair, his heart ached the same.
“Severus…” He called again, and this time, Severus snapped his head toward Harry.
His eyes were red, and his face scrunched up in pain. There was an ugly sneer on his lips, and he looked at Harry as if he was his enemy.
He reached out, and Harry immediately hugged him tightly. Severus clutched Harry’s waist with both of his hands, burying his face in the bleeding of Harry’s neck. Harry pushed him back against the table, and his hand came up to cover Severus’ nape.
“It’s alright. It’s alright. I’m here.” Harry murmured, “I’m sorry…”
Severus let out a torn, broken sob, and he stomped Harry’s feet with the heavy, wooden heel of his dragon leather shoes. Harry hissed in pain, and his body seized as the pain registered. Something must have been broken.
Severus’ fingernails digged deep into the flesh of Harry’s waist, scratching, clawing, with full intention of hurting him. He was not crying, but the sound he was making was in no way better.
“I hate you!” Severus kicked Harry’s shin, and once more, Harry felt like his bone just cracked.
“Fuck!” Severus let out a cry that came from the deep of his lungs, “Fuck you, Potter. I fucking hate you.”
Harry hummed, and he kissed Severus’ temple, only for the man to reach up and push his face away. Harry kissed the palm of his hand as well, and Severus smacked his mouth.
“Years!” He hissed, “For years! Gosh, you didn’t even know, did you? You didn’t know, yet you… Fuck!” He doubled down, and he leaned on Harry’s shoulders again.
When Harry hugged him tightly again, Severus softened, and he let his weight fall on Harry.
“For years after that, I would dream. I dreamt of a faceless lover, loving me, treasuring me, and it would feel so good that I woke up crying my heart out.” Severus murmured, “For years, I laid down on my bed, hoping that there was someone on top of me, kissing me to sleep. For years, I believed that there would be no one there for me, love me, protect me, and I would die alone.”
Harry closed his eyes as he imagined a teenage Severus, alone and aching, yearning for a touch he thought he knew but he couldn’t quite grasp. He imagined living in such dubious present, longing for something that could never be.
“I never dare open that lock. And I lived, wondering why the fuck did Potter and Black looked at me all weird, why Albus trusted me so much and didn’t kill me. I wondered why the fuck I yearned for Lily’s eyes so much even after I knew I fancy boys. I wondered why the fuck everytime I looked at Potter’s direction, I felt like I was looking at a puzzle.” Severus scoffed, “And imagined the first time I came, picturing your fucking face.”
Harry’s eyes widened, and so was his grin. He felt like laughing, but he knew he shouldn’t.
“When…” Harry murmured, and Severus kicked his shin again, making Harry whine.
“Your sixth year, you motherfucker.” Severus hissed, “The day you all came to my class, reeking of Amortenia from Slughorn’s class. The whole fucking class smelt just like you, and I…”
Harry didn’t even need to look to know Severus was blushing like crazy, and again, he felt like laughing.
“For years…” Severus’ voice became quiet and soft, “Years, I thought that I had gone mad. I didn’t even know why I wanted to protect you that bad, why I harboured that kind of feeling toward my students. I was torn, and I was disgusted at myself.” Severus clutched his shirt, “So do try and imagine my feeling, Harry , when I woke up at St.Mungo, free of all poisons and curses, and found myself with a clear memory of a boy whom I could swear was just in my fucking room, had his way with me in my Sixth year.”
Harry hummed, and he kissed Severus’ hair. Severus hugged him tightly, and Harry felt the man’s lips on his bleeding wound, “I was so confused, and hurt, and it nearly drove me insane when I knew you had no memory of that at all. Every time I was with you, I wondered, and I thought of that Harry in my memory, who had loved me in the exact way you did.” The force of Severus’ arms threatened to crush him, but Harry didn’t complain, “I considered removing that memory altogether, but I couldn’t, because I remembered the way you stood up to your own father and godfather for me, and Merlin dooms me if I said that I wasn’t fucking thrill .”
Harry finally chuckled, and he kissed Severus’ hair again, and again, and again.
“And now!” Severus hissed, and he pushed Harry away, glaring at him, “You and your stupid fucking face came back to me, and you, that wound… You arrogant,...” Severus took a deep breath, and then he said, “I hate you so much for doing that to me.”
“I know.” Harry smiled, and he kissed Severus’ cheek, knowing it would soften his lover immediately.
Severus did soften, and he started hitting Harry in the chest with his fist. Forget all the cliche in movies and stories, Severus’ punch fucking hurt, and the force he was using would leave Harry blue and purple for days if not weeks. But Harry stood there and took it all.
“Everytime you are with me, I want to ask you about that time. I couldn’t tell if you knew about it or not. I tried, but I didn’t dare to ruin this.” Severus punched him once more, and Harry felt it in his lungs.
Ouch.
“You and your stupid dunderhead, and your arrogant smile. What’s wrong with you?” Severus threw his hands in the air in frustration, and he finally stopped talking, breathing fast and leaning against his desk.
Harry approached him, and Severus reached up and slapped him across the face. Harry caught his wrist, though, and he smiled before darting his tongue out and licked the centre of Severus’ palm.
Harry felt the way Severus’ arm muscles seized, and he didn’t miss the way Severus bit the inside of his lips, the way his eyes wavered.
Harry kissed the moist patch of skin, and he licked it again, this time, moving upward, to the gaps between his fingers, then along his middle finger. Finally, Harry stopped at the tip and then he sucked Severus’ entire middle finger in his mouth.
“Mn…” Severus closed his eyes in embarrassment, and Harry saw the way the man’s cock filled, even under layers and layers of clothes. It made an impressive budge, and Harry reached out to press down on it.
Severus jerked into the touch, and he breathed out harshly as Harry used his tongue to tease the inner part of his finger.
“No.” Severus said weakly, but Harry only chuckled around his mouthful. He sucked Severus’ finger the way he would a cock, and it took Severus exactly 30 seconds to start humming quietly in his throat.
It was when Harry let him go.
Severus looked at his salvia-slicked finger, then to Harry, and he parted his lips in an attempt to protest, only to be kissed by Harry.
Harry took what he was allowed, which was everything. He kissed Severus like they were long lost lovers just reunited. He kissed like he wanted to claim Severus whole, like he wanted to make up for lost time, like he wanted to console that lonely teenage boy for all the years he had endured.
Harry kissed Severus like he wanted to devour the man, like he wanted to melt their souls into one. And Severus? Severus tugged on Harry’s collar consistently, pulling, pulling, and pulling. He dragged Harry to him as if he was forcing Harry on a dance where their bodies had already known each other so well. He tugged Harry closer, like he wanted to blend their bodies into one being, and he wanted to join their corporation so that they never had to part ever again.
It was madness, and it was adoration as well.
It was desperation, and it was also hope.
It was anger, and it was also love.
Severus was so angry, and he made sure to let Harry know, in the way his body moved, in the way he sucked and bit, in the way he kept Harry on his toes. But he loved Harry also, and he made sure Harry knew that as well.
They kissed, and by the time they let go of each other, both of them were gasping, shaking to the tips of their fingers and felt the buzzing tremor down the last corner of their toes.
“Let me love you, Severus.” Harry murmured into Severus’ ear, feeling his lover tremble from the hot air hitting the sensitive skin.
“No…” Severus shook his head, trying and failing to keep his want and need in check, "I said..."
"Fuck that." Harry pressed forward, and his hand found Severus' erected cock once more. He was as hard as a rock, so full and lively under Harry's palm, and Harry would burn everything down before he let his chance go. It's not everyday Harry found Severus with a raging hard-on, as strange as that sound.
He had thought about it, and since Severus said he was having the genital that felt 'right' that day, maybe it was because of convenience. Maybe it was easier. But maybe, it was also because with a vagina, he could come more than once, while with his cock, he couldn't. And to keep up with Harry, he often wear it so that he didn't spoil the mood, because Harry always wanted it more than once.
Harry didn't really need to confirm it, he just needed to count the number of times they were together that Severus had a cock, and that probably explained it.
But today...
Today, Harry wanted to show Severus that they could do it like this as well, that Harry could have whichever, as long it was with his Severus, as long as the man would agree and have him.
"Harry..." Severus lowered his voice, a note of warning in his tone.
“Don’t you want it, Severus?” Harry started to knead Severus’ cock gently with his palm, and Severus gasped as he leaned back against the table, his impending argument lost in the simmering bubbles of pleasure in the most gentle way, which was the way that he loved the most.
“Don’t you want me inside you?” Harry kissed along Severus’ neck, teasing, feathery touches. Sometimes, he would give the skin a kitten lick, and Severus would moan, tilting his head unconsciously, asking for more, “I bet it has been so long since you have anything in your ass, even your own finger.”
“H-Harry…” Severus breathed, unstable and uncertain. Harry could see it now, so clearly, how he could influence his lover.
“Don’t you miss it, Severus, the sensation of having your prostate absolutely crushed .” Harry hummed, and Severus’ body shook, his cock jerked under Harry’s palm, and he moaned, his eyes hazy and his mouth agape.
Severus tried to push Harry away, but as it turned out, he just put his hand on Harry’s shoulders. He didn’t resist, he couldn’t.
“I will make it so good for you.” Harry pressed down once more, then he kneaded the tip of Severus’ cock. The man’s legs tensed as he cried out in pleasure, “I will stretch you open, and I will fuck you long and hard. It would feel so good, Severus…” His voice was low and tempting, and he knew all the signs when Severus was about to yield.
“You…” Severus huffed, but he promptly shut up when Harry sucked a mark into his skin.
Harry lifted his hand away, and Severus actually arched his back and thrust his hips a little, trying to chase the sensation. He whined when he lost it, and Harry smiled, “Should I stop then?” He hummed, “Should I just leave you here, hanging, gasping, aching for a sweet, satisfying release? Should I just leave and come back 2 weeks later?”
Severus bit his lips, and Harry knew he was close.
“Or should I take your clothes off and let you fuck my mouth while I finger you slow and good?” Harry’s cock jumped at the idea of having Severus’ cock in his mouth.
Severus moaned, and he kicked Harry’s shin once more, pissed off.
“You are such a brat.” He huffed.
“Yes, as I have heard.” Harry smiled and kissed Severus’ temple, rubbing his nose against his lover’s soft hair, “Mn… so soft… Did you really take care of your hair for me?”
Severus immediately stomped Harry’s feet once more, and this time, something definitely broke.
“Ouch!!!” Harry doubled in pain, and he whined on Severus’ shoulder.
“Serve you right.” Severus scoffed.
“Hurt…” Harry whined pathetically, and Severus hummed in satisfaction before taking out his wand and expertly healed each and everyone of Harry's wound.
Harry winced every time, and Severus would roll his eyes but still place a kiss on Harry's lips when he demanded it.
Once done, they kissed one more time, and before they knew it, Harry was on his knees, and Severus' outer layer was gone.
Severus was in his white shirt, his briefs, and his high socks. His firm and delicious thighs were exposed, and Harry wasted no time wrapping his hand around them, squeezing and feeling every inch.
Severus let him, and when Harry lifted one of his legs to have it on his shoulder, Severus didn't protest. He leaned back, allowing Harry the right to his person, and Harry took it gladly.
He leaned closer, taking a deep breath, making Severus blushed when he nuzzled his hard cock through the fabric. Severus looked conflicted, as if he was thinking whether he should look away, close his eyes completely, or look at Harry and not miss a thing.
Harry chuckled, and he squeezed Severus' thigh as he leaned in, mouthing the outline of Severus' cock through a moist layer of fabric. Severus hummed in appreciation, and he slid his fingers into Harry's hair, grabbing them gently, scratching his scalp.
Harry trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes, continued his motion until he reached the tip, and the scent of Severus' precum flooded his nose.
Harry smiled, and he looked up, only to find Severus' gaze fixed on him, filled with lust and aching want.
It had been a while for him.
Harry slowly dragged his hand up, and as he tugged the waistband of Severus' brief, he continued kissing the outline of his lover's cock absentmindedly, teasing and keeping Severus interested.
Torturously slow, Harry dragged Severus' brief down, and as his cock sprang into the air, Harry wasted no time swallowing it down, and didn't really allow Severus any time to adjust, to prepare. He engulfed Severus with his mouth, and with no time to spare, he slid down along the man's exquisite length.
Severus cried out, his cock jerked in Harry's mouth, pulsing, and Harry's tongue was coated in a layer of precum. It oozed from Severus' slit, and it filled Harry with satisfaction.
"Oh..." Severus made a mixed sound between a sigh and a moan, and he started thrusting his hips. He didn’t ask, knowing that he was entitled to do whatever it was that he wished to Harry’s tight and hot mouth.
Harry hummed around his mouthful, and as Severus slid his cock out of him, Harry swirled his tongue around the tip, making sure to press down on the underside of the head, just the way Severus liked it. He was rewarded with a tug in his hair, leaving him tingling all over. His cock was hard in his pants, and as he took Severus’ length again, he got his cock out, and in sync with Severus’ motion, Harry stroked his cock, bringing pleasure upon himself.
Severus chuckled, his voice wrecked and deep. It was sultry, thick, and sweet at the same time. It tasted like an addictive potion, and Harry swallowed instinctively, closing his eyes and moaning as his nose hit the flat of Severus’ belly.
Severus made a humming sound, and he moaned when Harry swallowed a few more times around his cock.
“You like that, do you, Potter?” Severus murmured, and oh… his voice.
Harry’s cock twitched in his hand, and he shuddered and pleasure coursed through him.
Severus threaded his fingers through Harry’s hair, caressing him gently, and Harry’s eyes fluttered shut.
“I was not wrong when I say you have an oral fixation. The way you take my cock like you are a slut, the way you suck on my clit and slurp my cunt like you are ravenous.” Severus’ voice trembled slightly as Harry tongue his slit, licking his precum. Harry looked at his lover and managed to smile around a mouthful of cock when he saw how wrecked Severus was. He spoke filthy words, and he sounded confident, but Harry knew how close to coming he was, knew how much he was loving this.
If Harry was a slut for giving it, Severus was a slut for receiving it.
It didn’t used to be this bad. Severus used to be able to refuse him, but now…
Now, his lover had completely let go of his pretence, not even trying to act like he didn’t want it anymore.
Severus chuckled, caressing Harry’s hair, “I wonder what those parents of yours would say, seeing you worship me, of all people. I wonder if they were thrashing in their coffin, seeing you sucking on my cock and choking on my pussy.”
Harry slid off Severus’ cock in a smooth motion. He looked at the way Severus’ cock jerked, the way it jumped for attention, leaking and saliva-slicked. He looked up at Severus, and he let go of his own cock, coating it with lubrication and bringing it to Severus’ entrance.
Severus tensed for the briefest second before relaxing again. The moment Harry’s finger slid home, they both hummed, and Harry smiled as he kissed Severus’ length.
“They would be so mad, seeing me like this.” Harry smiled at his lover, and when he saw the satisfaction in his lover’s eyes, he knew he had said the right thing. And it wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t found it funny, “Sirirus would be screaming for me to change my mind, and my dad would say something along the line that I can’t be gay, because I am a Potter.”
To make a point, Harry licked Severus’ slit, tasting the precum that leaked from the man’s body. Severus chuckled, and Harry slid another finger inside and started to fuck Severus slowly.
“They would be so shocked, seeing their boy head over heels for their school enemy.” Severus hummed, and he started stroking Harry’s hair, clearly pleased, “They would never understand how beautiful and talented you are in my eyes.” Harry’s eyes twinkled with adoration, and Severus’ expression changed as Harry hit his prostate.
Severus jerked his hips, and he huffed out something between a pleasurable moan and a laugh.
Harry used his free hand to cradle and massage Severus’ balls, and when he saw Severus start losing himself in the sensation, he started sucking Severus’ ball, licking and teasing the skin in his mouth.
“Merlin!” Severus’ thigh on Harry’s shoulder tensed, and Harry sped up.
He fucked Severus with his fingers, grinding on his prostate without stopping, and teasing his balls relentlessly, and it took about 30 seconds before Severus was grabbing his hair and cursed, “Fuck! Harry, stopstopstop. Fuck! Stop now, please…” Severus cried out as Harry made a jabbing motion with his fingers, and the moan Severus’ made was absolutely guttural.
“Cum… I’m going to… Harry… Harry stop… Stop please…” Severus babbled, and when Harry grinded his fingers once more, Severus gasped. His entire body tensed, his muscles seized as he arched his back. Harry chose that very moment to close his mouth around Severus’ cock head again, and the man absolutely lost it.
He sobbed, and he gripped Harry’s hair tightly as he fucked fast and harsh into his mouth, coming loads and loads, spilling thick cum all over his tongue and mouth. He rode his orgasm to completion, and Harry held his breath as he swallowed Severus’ cum willingly.
He took Severus deep and fully, and by the end, he gripped Severus’ hip with his hand while he kept the softening length in his mouth.
Severus winced, but when the first wave of pain passed, he started to moan and his hips thrusted again, even though he was no longer hard.
Harry continued to press down on his prostate, and Severus cried out, his voice wrung and high-pitched. He was too sensitive, and he absolutely loved it.
Harry narrowed his eyes in an attempted smirk.
Finally, Harry took pity on Severus and slid off the man’s cock.
Severus panted on his desk, spread out and covered in saliva and cum, and Harry would not let the chance pass, now that he was already here.
He lubed himself up, added more lube on Severus’ soft entrance, and he slid inside his spent lover.
Severus arched his back beautifully, and he wrapped Harry’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“So big…” He breathed.
“You can take me.” Harry murmured close to Severus’ ears as he slid in, and when he grazed Severus’ swollen prostate, Severus cried out immediately, “You have such a brilliant body, Severus. No one can take me like this, no one can make me feel like you have. And there will be no one but you.” Harry said, and finally, he was sheathed.
Severus’ body was trembling around him, and Harry kissed the man’s cheek as he adjusted to having Harry in his arse.
Severus’ eyes were filled with tears, and he made an attempt to glare at Harry, which turned out to be quite cute, in Harry’s opinion, “You have never been with anyone.”
“I have never, and I never will. Only you.” Harry smiled, kissing Severus’ lips.
He had intended it to be a brief kiss, just to reassure his lover, but Severus had parted his lips so willingly and adorably, and who was Harry to deny such an offer.
He kissed Severus deeply, and slowly fucking into his hot and tight arse. When it got too heated, Harry had to come up for some air, and Severus looked absolutely drunk, with his face slack, his lips wet and his cock half hard.
Harry flicked Severus’ filling cock, earning himself a tight squeeze and a lovely moan. Severus tensed in the mix of pain and pleasure, and he sank lower and lower, letting himself go.
“More… Harry… More…” He pulled Harry to him and clenched down purposefully.
“What do you have to say, my love?” Harry asked, a smile on his lips, and he jutted his hips forward, hitting Severus in an angle he knew would make his love go crazy.
“Fuck, I hate you so much, ah! Oh god yes there!” Severus arched his back as Harry grinded down on his prostate, making him go blind in pleasure.
“Close, but not quite, darling.” Harry narrowed his eyes, and he fucked into Severus leisurely, dragging it out, enjoying the sensation of Severus’ body clinging to every millimetre of his cock.
Severus huffed, but that too, was turned into a moan.
“Please…” He finally gritted out, “Please, Harry…” He melted on Harry’s cock, wrapping his thighs around Harry’s body, pulling him close, “Fuck me… fuck me hard… Make me cum again. Mark me…”
“Oh…” Harry sighed, and he leaned forward, sliding his hand in Severus’ soft hair, tugging.
Severus gasped, and when Harry had Severus’ nipple in mouth, he absolutely lost it.
When Harry had had Severus in the exact position he wished, he started fucking into Severus like an animal. No control, no finess, no consideration.
He sucked and bit, pushed and pulled, and as he drove himself deep into Severus’ body, Severus cried out the most wonderful song. It was rushed, it was madness, and Severus was a mess.
Harry took and took and took. He chased his pleasure, and he left Severus with bite marks and bruises that would last for days. He fucked into Severus like Severus was his own to claim, and as the wall fluttered and spasm around him, Harry was pushed over the edge.
He grunted into Severus’ shoulder, and he spilled everything deep inside, marking Severus’ body as his.
It wasn’t until Harry came down from his high that he realised one more time that he had claimed Severus’ first time like this, by coming deep inside.
Harry chuckled, and slowly, he slid out of his lovers’ body. Severus was looking at him with hazy eyes. Of course his lover had come during Harry’s climax as well. Harry brought Severus’ hand to his mouth, and tentatively, he licked the man’s sensitive palm, from the center to the side. Severus hummed in appreciation, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the attention.
Harry was drunk on the sensation, and he looked at Severus, committing everything to memory.
Suddenly, a thought popped in his head.
If Voldemort was alive, if he looked into Harry’s mind, if their mind was still linking, Harry wondered how that monster would react, seeing Harry’s mind was filled with sex.
And he laughed, uncontrollably, under the confused gaze of Severus.
When he told his lover the thought that made him laugh like a maniac right after they had sex, he earned himself a hard smack on the head.