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Severus knew, he just knew the staff meeting would be torture. It had turned into a gossip session with a slight irregularity throughout the last year and paused for the summer, during which…
Well, that was beside the point.
But now, another school year would start soon, and with that, regular staff meetings. Torture, pure torture, but Severus already said that.
Torture.
It was his punishment. When Hooch eloped with her partner, Harry Potter joined the Hogwarts staff as a Quidditch instructor. And when Severus and he first started dating, Severus thought the young man would break up with him soon. He didn’t have a high opinion of himself, or his relationship skills, so he didn’t expect much and thus they kept it a secret. But Harry Potter was famous and handsome and everyone expected him to have a partner, especially with the way he looked.
So naturally, the young man broke and told them he was taken but didn’t say who his partner was, respecting Severus’s wishes. What he did say however, at length, in much more detail than Severus would prefer, were stories about their escapades.
In the bedroom.
In quite an explicit form at times.
There was absolutely no way that Severus could reveal now he was Harry’s partner when all his colleagues knew about…
Well.
And now they would certainly pry more detailed information out of Harry about what they got up to during summer and Harry would tell them, despite Severus’s vehement and repeated protests. And the way Harry spoke about their sexual activities… needless to say it didn’t leave Severus unaffected.
He watched the door to the teacher's lounge like a hawk. Any second now, Harry would come in and dazzle everyone with his, he gulped, body of Adonis.
“Severus, you seem awfully tense,” remarked Minerva. “I trust you enjoyed your summer?”
He had to consciously unclench his fist, trying to appear nonchalant and disinterested and replied as best as he could: deflecting the topic.
“I have not changed my stance on these meetings, Minerva. We go over the same things every year, there's never anything new. The only reason you insist on this… farce of a meeting is to get yourself updated on the gossip. And don't you dare deny it,” he added when he noticed she was ready to play dumb. As if she could get one past him.
“I take it you enjoyed your summer.”
Severus tried to not think about all that he and Harry did during summer but failed and noticed his hands turned into fists again. Damn it.
“As much as I could.”
She was ready to grill him about it further when the door opened and the epitome of sunshine and beauty entered the room.
He watched as Minerva put her hand over her heart, her breath quickening, Filius squeaked, Sinistra and Vector fucking swooned, Douglas Milpop, the new Defence master had the audacity to lick his lips, and Stephanie Darn, a young woman replacing Minerva in Transfiguration slowly put her hand in her lap. Trelawney ignored him. Only Hagrid waved and said, “Hello, Harry!”
Hagrid was his new favourite person.
“Hi everyone,” replied Harry and took a seat next to Hagrid, his eyes straying in Severus's direction, to his fists and Severus uncurled them slowly. Harry's smirk didn't go unnoticed and he cursed slightly.
“Now that we're all here, We could start with the important details before we move onto—” gossip “—more pleasurable topics.” She smiled and Severus would bet his monthly salary that her eyes didn't leave Harry.
It was a painful half hour. Painful for Severus. He watched his partner in turn smile, become serious, pensive, and absolutely engaged in everything Minerva was speaking about, and Severus hated it. He hated the looks of their other colleagues who watched Harry most of the time, obviously not listening to a word Minerva said.
Disastrous.
“That would be all for today. Tea, anyone?”
Severus wanted to leave, to avoid the impending humiliation but one look from Harry had him rooted to the spot.
“So Harry, been working out over the summer?” Darn broke the ice and everyone seemed to hang on Harry’s every word.
“Oh yeah, need to maintain my stamina.”
“Your boyfriend seems very demanding,” she said, chuckling.
“I didn't say this was for him,” he replied but winked at her.
“Is he… appreciative?” she asked, leaning forward.
Very. Very appreciative. He couldn't say the same for the furniture.
“I would think so. He doesn't get enough opportunity to say much as I keep him… occupied.”
Milpop let out a whistle. “I can imagine. I would let you keep me occupied for sure.”
“Doug,” said Harry solemnly, “even if I wanted to, which I don’t, no offence, my pillow princess is extremely demanding. I’m glad I have enough energy for him.” Their eyes met and Severus gulped. “I can have him finished in a couple of minutes or play with him for hours and both are rewarding in their own way.”
Severus was released from the green-eyed prison and let out a shuddering breath as Harry turned to Milpop again. “He has recently started helping me with my gym routine.”
“Really? How?”
He watched both Vectra and Sinistra lean forward, no longer pretending indifference to the conversation. Traitors.
“I’m using him as my extra weight. The way he clings to my body… it’s more of a challenge for me because I know how… affected he is. And he does get a reward when I’m all done. He loves the AB bench.”
Especially when it was inclined at an angle. Harry was all about having no strain on his back and Severus was flexible, something Harry loved and never failed to mention. So Severus tried to keep in shape.
“You seem to have more muscles, though, or am I imagining it?” asked Darn, barely refraining from touching Harry’s abs in curiosity.
“No, you’re correct,” replied Harry before he smiled devilishly. “I’ve been training especially hard. I noticed recently that he loves it when I manhandle him—” Severus was thrown on the bed effortlessly as if he didn’t weigh a thing before Harry joined him and flipped him onto his stomach. Severus shouted a moan, jutting his arse as he spread his legs wide as fast as he could. Harry swatted his arse as if he couldn’t care less before he lifted his hips and pulled Severus close so he could breach him “—better experience.”
What? What did he miss? He gulped, looking around. He saw arousal in half of the faces and wondered what Harry said.
“Are yeh all right, Professor Snape?” asked Hagrid in concern. Damn that oaf.
“Quite, Hagrid. This conversation bores me,” he drawled, but knew Harry would see right through him “so I’m afraid I wasn’t following it.”
Stephanie jumped in. “Oh, Harry here was just saying how he’s exercising more so he could satisfy his partner without the need for a bed.”
“Or a wall, or any furniture, basically,” added Harry nonchalantly.
What? Heat coursed through Severus’s body. That couldn’t mean what he thought it meant…
“I don’t see why I have to be subjected to this kind of conversation.” He got up from the table, making sure he wasn’t wobbly despite the tremor he felt and pulled his robes closer to his body to disguise his arising problem. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something meaningful to do.”
“Professor Snape.”
Fuck, that tone. “Yes, Professor Potter?” he asked carefully.
“I was wondering if I could ask you for a consultation on something. I’ve been working quite hard on it and would appreciate your feedback.”
He would… they would… oh, dear.
“If I must,” he replied and got the hell out of there, not waiting for Harry. He couldn’t. He was afraid that the moment Harry touched him, he would let him have him in the corridor for everyone to see.
He made it to the door to Harry’s quarters when he was grabbed by the shoulder and backed up against the wall. He gasped, not from the impact but from the look of desire Harry gave him. Harry moved closer, placing his hand next to Severus’s face on the wall, trapping him. He gulped. This position always had his heart racing, anticipation fanning his arousal. His breathing was heavy, his eyes kept flickering between Harry’s gaze and his muscles and Severus found himself hard as a rock.
“You can’t escape me, you know,” said Harry in his low voice.
“I don’t want to,” gasped Severus.
“What do you want, then?”
“Show me. Show me, please.”
Harry leaned in and kissed him softly, his tongue wetly tracing Severus’s bottom lip. The older man whimpered into the kiss that promised so much.
“Let’s go in. I’m gonna fuck you standing up, Severus. I want to show you that in the future, we can do this any place we find ourselves in.”
Severus grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him in, arching into the hard body before him until Harry grabbed his arse with both hands and lifted him up, pushing against his wards so the door would open for them. Severus clung to him, still kissing the living daylights out of his lover, his hard cock trapped between their bodies as Harry walked inside and kicked the door shut.
He deposited Severus on the bed but only to take his clothes off. Harry was rough, quick, but not enough of a brute to rip the clothes, and with his strength he could.
“I suppose you want me naked,” stated Harry as soon as he was done, looking Severus up and down.
Severus’s hand strayed to his cock involuntarily and gave it a tug. “Yeah, let me see those muscles. Want you so much.” He knew Harry liked it when he lost his prim way of talking, and he would indulge him on occasion, usually when he was so blinded by arousal that he couldn’t think anyway. Like now.
He couldn’t stop himself from moving the hand on his cock as Harry dropped his robes to the floor and undid his shirt. Anyone could see how ripped Harry was but it was only after he would get completely naked when the muscles really shined. Harry was sculpted so beautifully. Severus would never tire of that sight.
Harry’s cock was standing proud. He was the epitome of eroticism and he was Severus’s. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
“Do you want to touch them?”
“Yes, but get me ready first. I want…” he gulped, “I know I will want you immediately. I can barely wait now.”
“With pleasure, Princess.”
Severus never said it but he loved it when Harry called him that. It was indecent, it was decadent, and it made Severus feel pretty. Sometimes he would wear lingerie to sell it completely. But not now, now he wanted to be taken and soon.
Harry raised his hand in the air until a vial smacked his palm and Severus gasped. Letting it hover next to him, Harry approached Severus in a predatory manner that only Harry could pull off. Severus felt stalked, trapped, preyed upon, and he loved every single second of it. He felt so desired whenever he was with Harry, a feeling that he would always cherish and never take for granted.
His secret lover grabbed his hips and lifted him with ease, spinning him in the air and throwing him a little further to the centre of the bed. Severus’s moan hitched upon impact. He spread his legs fast, his back arched so his arse was jutted towards Harry.
“God yes.” Swat. “I can never resist you when you get this eager.”
His arse swallowed hungrily the finger that breached it. He always loved the initial penetration, be it done by a finger or a hard cock. Asking for more by moving his hips, he was granted another finger. He stilled, breathing hard, his forehead touching the cool bedsheets. Harry was so damn good.
“Harry…” he moaned. They could do this several times a day for the next fifty years and he would always be this eager for his lover.
“I know, Princess, I know, I’ll give you my cock soon, patience.”
A third finger now. Soon, soon…
Harry withdrew them and after a quick cleaning charm on his hand, he picked Severus up into his arms, the man’s back to his chest, his hands supporting and spreading Severus’s thighs to expose him into the air. Severus moaned and threw his head back only for it to end up on Harry’s shoulder.
“I will fuck you like this eventually too, would you like that?”
“YES!”
“Good. Probably with a mirror, so you can see how absolutely wanton and delectable you are. But now, I promised you something, didn’t I?”
He slowly put Severus down. He struggled to stand on his shaky legs, but managed, even with the visual standing in front of him.
“Go on.”
He gripped one bicep with both hands and moaned when his fingers didn’t connect. He raised Harry’s hand and traced the muscle from the elbow to his armpit, biting into the juncture gently. His hands stroked the hard chest. Harry’s pectorals were adorned with two small erect nipples, the hard muscles underneath his hands making him pant, knowing that the soft skin would make him comfortable. His fingers ran over Harry’s six-pack before one travelled lower to slowly work his cock, the other sliding back up along the ripped body.
He was in heaven.
“Are you ready, Princess?” asked Harry as the vial of lube floated to him and hovered close.
“Yes, yes.”
Scooping a dollop, he coated Harry’s cock thoroughly. Taking a deep breath, he looked into Harry’s eyes and the heat inside him turned to lava, scorching him, as he barely got ready for what was coming.
Harry grabbed his hips and slowly raised him into the air, showing off his strength, knowing what that did to Severus. Immediately wrapping his legs around Harry’s waist, Severus used his heels to pull himself closer and allowed Harry to position him over his cock. Grabbing one arse cheek to keep Severus up, Harry’s other hand grabbed his cock and held it firmly and Severus almost lost it. Harry was keeping him in the air with only one hand.
Jesus motherfucking Christ.
“Harry!” he shouted, almost mindless with need.
Harry responded by lowering him down so he could impale himself on his lover’s cock. The strain on his thighs must have been enormous and yet Harry held his arse as if he was doing this every day, as if Severus wasn’t a fully grown, heavy man.
Severus hugged him once he couldn’t sink any lower and breathed through the experience.
“You’re doing so well, Princess, such a good boy for me.”
Severus bit his neck as he moaned, the sound partially muffled. He felt adored, like a prized possession. Like he was a kept man. Harry’s arms bracketed his sides, his arse nestled quite comfortably in Harry’s hands. And when his lover began kneading his arse cheeks, he knew it would come soon…
Harry lifted him up and let him sink back in.
Severus arched his back in desire as he couldn’t help but let out a shout. Harry held him tightly, safely, and Severus knew he could let go. As soon as Harry began moving him, Severus was once again hugging Harry so hard that there wasn’t a single space between them.
And Harry… Harry put his back into it. Basically fucking up into Severus, he made sure that Severus couldn’t get a single word in other than shouting his pleasure, moaning in desire, and whimpering in emotion.
Severus began kissing and licking Harry’s neck whenever he could. His hands finally began to roam Harry’s back, dancing over the hard muscles, feeling the strain, feeling them move as Harry moved. This was everything that Severus could ever want, everything that he ever dared to dream about.
But his favourite part was still to come. He waited patiently, refusing to come before he would get to listen to Harry. Because even Harry had his limits and while he could go for long, something Severus was intimately familiar with, this was a new position, Severus was still a substantial weight and…
Harry began groaning, grunting with every upward thrust and Severus’s desire was thus complete. He loved listening to Harry’s sounds. If people couldn’t see him, they would be hard-pressed to get right what Harry was doing; whether he was working out in a gym or fucking Severus. Whenever he was nearing his limit, his sounds would be the same. And Severus absolutely adored being with him at the gym, because with every press, with every lift, Harry would start emitting these sounds and Severus would be transported to their sexual activities, getting hard, watching Harry work out.
“Severus,” he grunted, almost growled, and Severus bit his neck as he moaned loudly, letting his cock rub against Harry’s flat and hard stomach, letting Harry’s body destroy him completely.
“Come on my six-pack, you know you want to,” he gasped with effort. “Come on, Princess,” he urged as he filled Severus’s arse with his cock. “Come all over me.”
Severus let out a guttural sound, low and long, unable to fight his lover’s command. He jerked in Harry’s hold before he released his come, spending himself dry. Harry thrust into him a couple more times before he stilled, enveloping Severus in a firm grip, coating Severus’s insides with his own come.
Severus moaned feebly when Harry walked over to the bed and slowly sat down with him on it, his cock slipping out. He had absolutely no idea where his lover got the strength for that but he admired him even more. And then he was kissed, slowly, sensually, as if it was a thank-you, an aftercare.
“You were gorgeous, Princess,” whispered Harry into his ear, unwilling to allow Severus to leave his embrace.
“And you were magnificent,” he exhaled.
“A high praise, love. I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.”
“I always do,” he replied almost defensively.
“I know.”
Harry’s tone and look were fond and Severus huffed. He couldn’t stand looking into Harry’s eyes, not with the thoughts currently running through his mind.
“What are you thinking about?”
He burrowed his head in Harry’s neck. “Nothing,” he mumbled.
Harry chuckled. “Come on, love, just say what I can do for you, and it’s yours.”
“I don’t think I can—” but he cut himself off, unable to finish.
“Don’t think you can what, love?”
He rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder and looked into the distance. He had to be brave, didn’t he? He didn’t want to hide his relationship with Harry anymore, not for a long time now, and it actually irked him that he couldn’t touch his hand at lunch, or acknowledge him in corridors a little more than with a nod of his head. It wasn’t about letting the world know that he was the one who nailed Harry Potter, figuratively of course, as Harry was doing all the nailing. It was more about being free to express how much he cared for someone who appreciated him, who showed him how much he was loved and that it was alright to be loved. To consider he had never been one for public displays of affection, preferring to not broadcast anything, he had gone a long way to admit this to himself.
His issue was that his colleagues would absolutely make fun of how needy he was and he had had too much of that in his life to ever let it happen again.
“Severus, talk to me love,” said Harry, gently grabbing his head and pulling him back. “I can’t fix a problem if I don’t know about it.”
Again that unwavering faith in Severus. Maybe he could approach it differently.
“I… swore to myself that I would never allow anyone to ever make fun of me again.”
Harry looked at him in confusion. “What brought that on? Is anyone disrespecting you?”
Severus shook his head. “No, but they would be if they knew.”
“About us?”
At Severus’s nod, Harry looked away. But instead of getting a disapproving or sad feeling from Harry, he sensed… shame?
“Harry?”
“Would you…” he began, biting his bottom lip, “Would you be too mad if I told you they already know?”
“They can’t know,” stated Severus immediately without thinking.
“They know, love,” said Harry apologetically. “It didn’t slip, they just figured it out. They said you have been eyeing me differently, that your behaviour changed, that you were more loose, more free, and when Minerva asked me, it was just to confirm what she knew.”
Severus couldn’t process what he was hearing. “I gave myself away?”
“Er.. I’m sorry?” Harry blinked in concern. “I think it could be because it was new? And it’s more… animalistic, it’s nothing you can control, not easily. And you know you still clench your fists. You’re still human, love.”
Severus was gazing into the eyes of his lover steadily. “They know.”
“Yes.”
He averted his gaze for a moment, before looking back. “They didn’t make fun of me.”
“Why would they?” asked Harry as he put a strand of Severus’s hair behind his ear. “Most of them are envious,” said Harry with a devilish smile.
Severus blinked. “So if we go public…”
“No one would give a damn, love.”
He kissed him. Long and hard. “I’d like that,” he whispered.
Harry beamed at him. “That’s amazing because there’s this restaurant that I want to take you to. We can lounge on pillows and I can feed you and kiss you, and get a little naughty with you before we go home where I can take you properly.”
Christ. “That sounds… decadent.”
“Only the best for you, love, only the best.”
Severus kissed him, his mind straying to the staff meeting…
“Wait a minute.” He pulled back from Harry. “If they knew why did Milpop say that he would welcome it if you had him occupied,” he ended with disdain.
Harry chuckled. “Are you jealous?”
“No, merely observant.”
Harry laughed. “He thought he could make you jealous with his remark, that you’d actually reconsider this whole thing and come out of the closet with me.”
“It did not work.”
“No?” asked Harry smugly.
“Absolutely not. I have arrived at the conclusion on my own merit.”
“Sure you did, Sev.”
“Don’t patronise me.”
Instead of a further reply, Harry leaned back, until his back hit the bed, looking up at Severus. Lying there in all his naked, muscly glory, Severus couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Soon, his fingers skirted over Harry’s front, unable to keep them off.
“Have you ever considered taking me?” asked Harry curiously.
Now that he thought about it, fucking this man on the bench while he was exercising could provide an interesting experience.
“Maybe,” he said evasively.
Harry raised himself on his elbows. “Oh, I’m sure whatever you come up with is going to be great.”
Severus smirked as he leaned down to kiss his wonderful lover. They could be open, Harry would pamper him even more now, he was sure about that. And in return, he would help Harry with his gym routine. Severus shuddered into the kiss and Harry grabbed his arse. Oh yes, he was sure they would find a lot of interesting ways to have fun.