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Darkshines	By : anewname Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AU, PW. GW/HP, RL/SS, HP/SS.

"Passing by you light up my darkest skies

you take only seconds to draw me in.

So be mine and your innocence I will consume."

DARKSHINES, MUSE

Nice To Know You

I haven't felt the way I feel today

in so long it's hard for me to specify....

So could it be that it has been there all along?

Incubus - Nice To Know You

i

“Honestly, Harry, put the book down and let’s go.”

“Two more pages until the end.”

Ginny huffed and looked down at her watch. Harry could see her in his peripheral, putting her hand on her hip impatiently. She flopped down on the end of the sofa opposite his. She summoned a glass with a small bit of Firewhiskey and sipped.

“Let’s go,” Harry said after a few moments. “I assure you they haven’t begun without us,” he insisted, taking note of the annoyed expression on her face.

“You really think I’m upset because we’re late?”

Harry looked at her for a few long moments and then shrugged. In the entirety of their sixteen year marriage, he couldn’t remember ever once being able to answer such an inquiry. He wasn’t a bloody mind reader, after all.

She rolled her eyes. “Let’s go,” she sighed, walking hurriedly to the Floo.

Frowning, Harry followed her. “You know, I can’t fix whatever is wrong unless you tell me what it is.”

“Are you serious with this?” she responded, exasperated. “I’m teaching at the Salem bloody Witches’ Institute! I’m gone most of the week!”

“You could come home everyday if you wanted,” Harry started.

“International apparation is a privilege, Harry, and very dangerous. You expect me to do it daily?”

Harry sighed. “Not daily, necessarily . . ..”

“Harry, you won’t apparate five miles. How can you expect me to withstand apparating 3300 miles more than once a week?”

“I never said I expected anything of you, Ginny.” Her eyebrows lifted, taken aback. “O.K., whatever I said wrong, I didn’t mean it.”

She snorted. “Thank you for the heartfelt apology.”

Harry frowned. “Look, Ginny, you knew I needed to finish the book. I promised Severus . . ..”

“Oh, Severus doesn’t care whether or not you read the bloody book.”

“I care. I want to be able to converse with the man. If I don’t read the book, it’s impossible to have a conversation with him.”

“So converse with Remus!”

“I do converse with Remus. I feel terrible leaving Severus out. Particularly as we all know he’d rather be somewhere else.”

Ginny took a second to consider Harry’s words. “It’s sweet that you want to make sure he feels at home, but I really don’t think it matters to Severus if he doesn’t speak a word all night.”

Harry stared at her. She was absolutely correct; Severus couldn’t care less if they spoke or if they even had the dinner in the first place. That fact had a lot to do with Harry’s eagerness to read and discuss something with Severus every time they were together. For how long they’d known one another, there should be no awkwardness between them, yet awkwardness remained -- palpable awkwardness -- since the moment their eyes met at St. Mungo’s after the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry’d been certain Severus was done for in the Shrieking Shack, but he grabbed the first arm he saw when he got back to the castle and sent them to check. Whoever it was apparated Severus to St. Mungo’s in the nick of time, for which Harry was eternally grateful. And though he’d sought out the boy he stopped, no one ever came forward. He liked to pretend Severus’s angel was a quiet one, one to keep to himself, but the reality was that the boy probably died that night.

“All I’m asking is that you finish your books before I get home. O.K.?” she asked. Harry nodded. “Now please, let’s go. Before my mother shows up here.”

ii

Severus watched Remus bounce back and forth around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on everything for dinner. Harry and Ginny seldom made it on time and Arthur and Molly canceled, so what the fuss was over, Severus couldn’t even guess. “Did you open that bottle of wine?” Remus asked as he summoned the place settings.

“Yes,” he responded without enthusiasm. “I’ve done everything on your list,” he assured Remus, who smiled at him.

“I’m sorry to hound you, love. I just want everything to go smoothly.”

“We meet all the time and nothing ever goes poorly,” Severus reminded him. “And should anything go wrong, I imagine no one would take it as well as Ginerva or Potter.”

“Thank you,” Remus replied with a sigh, mouth still turned up in a smile. “It’s . . ..”

“The full. I know that.” Severus worried his lip for a moment and summoned a bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass. “No one would be upset if you canceled this.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” Remus warned him. “I’m not a fool.”

“I wouldn’t be disappointed to spend the afternoon with you.”

“You will be with me,” Remus insisted, grinning.

“You know what I mean. You’ve been working such late shifts since you began that job,” Severus complained, summoning his own glass of Firewhiskey. He poured himself a considerably greater measure than Remus had and gulped half of the glass. Remus was overjoyed to find a job which would accommodate his Lycanthropy; Severus was extremely satisfied to see Remus overjoyed. Instantly, he regretted moaning about his loneliness. Remus was happy and that was all that mattered. “I’m sorry, Remus,” Severus said, taking Remus’s arm and pulling him over to sit beside him. “I’ll still be spending time with you tonight.”

Remus began to speak but Harry and Ginny Flooed in at about the same time. Severus and Remus stood and met them. “Ginny!” Remus called out enthusiastically as the girl stepped from the Floo, face a little dirty but quite beautiful, as usual. They met for a hug and Severus watched Potter step from the Floo, a small smile on his face. He nodded to Severus as he greeted Remus and went off to wash his face. Ginny stepped into a nearby water closet, as well, while Remus moved the last of the food to the table.

“I know nothing was meant by what you said,” Remus whispered to Severus, kissing his neck. They smiled at one another before Remus went back into the kitchen to move the food to the table.

iii

Dinner went by quickly. With Ginny promising to be back in Massachusetts before ten, she only had until five or so to dine. Usually drinks were had after dinner, but on the few occasions they had one on the full moon, things wrapped up rather early. After an uneventful dinner, Ginny left first, opting to head back early as she was administering a quiz the following morning and had yet to write it. As she left, Harry silently wondered why she hadn’t worked on it while he read that afternoon, but it wouldn’t matter if he asked. She’d have a perfectly sound reason that would make him feel like a wanker for even bringing it up. Ginny certainly had a way of handling things . . ..

“Firewhiskey, Harry?” Remus asked as he summoned a bottle and three glasses.

“Please,” Harry replied.

Severus took his glass and sat in a chair in the corner. Remus handed Harry his drink and smiled. “So, how’s work been treating you?” he asked, sitting beside Harry.

“Rather well, actually. Things have been so quiet. And I’m in line for a promotion.”

“That’s wonderful!” Remus praised in a most fatherly tone. “Did you hear him, Severus?”

Severus nodded. “Wonderful, indeed.” His eyes remained trained on the glass in front of him.

Remus looked over to Harry and frowned slightly. “Come out back, Harry. I wanted to show you my rose bushes. They’re blooming beautifully this year.”

Harry agreed politely, but couldn’t give a toss about any rose bushes. He wanted to talk to Severus about that bloody book that had gotten him into trouble earlier. That spat wouldn’t be for nothing, he was determined. Unfortunately, Severus’s mood didn’t seem to suggest there would be much conversation that evening. Harry was disappointed.

“I need you to stay with Severus tonight,” Remus blurted as soon as the door closed behind him. Harry spun around, catching a glimpse of a rather sad looking rose bush in the corner of the tiny yard.

“What?”

“I’m very worried about him. He’s been distant lately . . . more so than usual,” Remus added. “ It’s not that I’m sure there’s anything wrong. Sometimes he’s just like this. It’s just worse this time than it’s been in awhile, and I can’t bring myself to leave him alone tonight.”

“So you thought you’d leave him with me?”

“You’re off tomorrow, right? The Ministry wouldn’t work you every day of the week.”

Harry sighed. “They wouldn’t, no.” He pondered the proposition quietly. He had to go out of his way to read a book just to have after dinner conversation with the man and Remus was expecting him to stay a whole night with him? What the bloody hell were they to do?

“Think he’d come to Grimmauld?”

Remus shrugged, smiling. “If I harass him, yes.” He took Harry’s arm. “Come on. I need to get downstairs and I’d like you two to go.”

“Why don’t you stay together for the transformation? ”

“It’s just not appropriate,” he explained quickly, pulling Harry behind him. When they entered the den, Remus went over to Severus and pulled him up from the chair. They kissed, much to Severus’s chagrin. “Go with Harry,” Remus told him.

Severus looked at Harry and back at Remus. “Where?”

“Grimmauld. Spend the night. He’s off tomorrow, Ginny’s gone back to work. You’ve got nothing to do and I want to be alone tonight.”

“You can be alone downstairs,” Severus argued, but Remus put his finger up to Severus’s lips.

“Go, Severus. Get out of the house. You’ve been holed up more than a week.”

“Mystery Solved,” Harry thought. He was meant to be the babysitter of a hermit.

Severus glanced at Harry and then looked back at Remus. They stared at one another for a few more seconds. Harry stood uncertainly. “I must grab a few things for our little sleepover,” Severus said sarcastically.

Remus sighed, but smiled. “Thank you, Severus,” he said as Severus left the room. He shook his head. “He’s impossible. And he needs another atmosphere. It’s so cooped up and lonely here,” Remus said, surveying the walls of Spinner’s End. “This place feels different when he’s happy.”

Harry hadn’t put his finger on it, but Remus was completely correct. Something about the house didn’t feel right anymore. “I’ve been cooped up, too,” Harry replied as Severus entered the room with a small bag. “Perhaps we both need a bit of time with someone else.”

He stood, expressionless. Remus went to him and hugged him. “I’ll miss you tonight,” he whispered.

Severus chuckled. “We won’t be separated long enough for you to miss me.”

“I miss you every month,” Remus insisted, and Harry caught a hint of a smile from Severus. “I love you,” Remus told him quietly.

Severus leaned in closer and whispered what Harry assumed was the same into Remus’s ear. After a brief kiss, Severus followed Harry into the Floo to Grimmauld.

iv

“Bloody Lupin,” Severus thought as he stepped out of the Floo into Potter’s living room. What was the problem with spending another night alone?

“Want a drink?” Potter asked almost as soon as Severus looked at him.

Severus nodded in response and wandered the room. “You haven’t done much with the place,” he remarked.

“Since we don’t live here, it basically just sits. I don’t want to do away with it,” Harry explained. “Sentimental value.”

“Ah,” Severus responded, choosing not to make any ill remarks of Sirius. That man was best left in the past where he belonged. He also wasn’t interested in spending the whole evening with someone who was annoyed at him. Although, he supposed, that might get him sent home . . ..

“Firewhiskey,” Harry said, handing a glass to Severus. “Come to the sofa. Have a seat.” Severus followed him but sat on the chair nearby, instead. Harry shook his head, summoning a box over the mantle. Out of the box, he pulled a marijuana pipe, packed to the brim. He looked up at Severus and smiled. “Have you smoked this before?”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Your generation thinks it invented every so-called ‘vice’,” he complained. “Hand it over,” he instructed. Harry consented without hesitation, looking forward to loosening Severus up a bit. He watched Severus take a long hit and realized the man was certainly no stranger to smoking. He casually handed the pipe back to Harry and relaxed back onto the chair for a few moments, before exhaling. “Is this Longbottom’s?” he asked. Harry nodded hesitantly. “He has quite a gift. This is far superior to anything Sprout grows.”

Harry’s eyes went big with surprise. “Sprout grows pot?” he replied with some disbelief.

Severus shrugged. “It came in very handy after the war. I’ve been getting mine from her all this time. It seems the student has surpassed the teacher,” Severus said, gesturing for the pipe again. Harry hit it quickly and handed it back over.

“It was the after-effects of the war that started Neville growing. He saw the need and the Ministry’s refusal to fill it.” Thunder began to roll quietly outside the window. “When so many of your friends are wishing for their own deaths, you have to do something, I suppose.”

Severus nodded as he exhaled. He, too, had felt that way. More than once and throughout the entirety of his life, truthfully. For Potter’s friends, it was what they saw that did the damage but for Severus, it was everything he’d done, from the moment he hurt Lily until his death. It was the betrayals, the struggles he perpetuated, the murders he committed in service to the Dark Lord. How many had he killed? Including Dumbledore, thirteen -- all to prove his allegiance -- and every one of their miserable faces stayed with him. He was an expedient homicidal maniac by any definition, precise, and seemed to have no qualms with the task . . . three of those murders were committed the week before the Dark Lord began to consider Severus among his elite. Within weeks, his devotion was absolute. Lucius Malfoy played a significant role in this. Whether they agreed politically or not, Severus was prepared to do anything to bed that man after so many years of neglect. It was to Severus’s surprise that his rapid advancement brought Lucius to him without Severus even expressing his desire. Power, it seemed, trumped the superficial. It was a truth which made him proud to be so close to the Dark Lord’s side.)

He was satisfied to die on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, but there were other plans for him. Wishing for death being no way to live, he looked for something to make it all easier to take, and marijuana was the fast and safe remedy.

Marijuana had been the culprit for his opening up to Remus and their falling in love.

Harry jumped at a loud crash of thunder as rain began pouring outside the window. The sun was just disappearing for the evening. Severus handed the pipe back to Harry and sat back. “Thunder make you nervous, Potter?” Severus drawled.

Harry shook his head. “It was a surprise,” he said as he lit the pipe.

Severus couldn’t help but smile a bit. Over the years, he’d grown quite accustomed to drinking alcohol with Harry, but never had he imagined he’d be smoking marijuana with him.

“What are you grinning about?” Harry asked with a chuckle.

Severus looked up at him, alarmed. “Grinning?”

“Grinning, absolutely,” Harry confirmed.

“Perhaps I was in a daze,” he suggested, well aware this was, indeed, the case. “This situation,” Severus began, “you and I, smoking this. Made me laugh.” Severus’s willingness to answer the question surprised the man himself.

“I’ll admit to a bit of a shock having seen you imbibe such a taboo substance.”

Severus snorted. “Taboo. It’s a bloody plant, isn’t it? I’m sure I’ll never understand why putting it into a pipe and smoking it makes it accursed.”

“I think it’s something to do with the behavior of people who are under its influence.”

“And what of their behavior? Tonight I plan to sit here and listen to this positively orgasmic thunderstorm, have a bit more whiskey, eat some biscuits and find a room that isn’t too bloody creepy to sleep in.”

Harry snorted. “Severus Snape. Deeming something creepy,” Harry joked.

Severus shook his head. “I’m far less creepy than I come across.”

“If you know you’re coming across as creepy why keep doing it?”

“I rather like being creepy. Remus has relieved me of quite a great deal of my creepiness, however. For better or worse.”

“Better,” Harry quickly interjected. “No doubt better.” Another loud crash of thunder came and Severus put the pipe back to his mouth and took another hit.

v

The storm wore on into the following hour and took a break for about twenty minutes, only to return with a vengeance. Most of the time they’d spent together had consisted of that one brief conversation and listening to the storm while passing biscuits between them.

“Music,” Harry said randomly. Severus looked over at him. “We should have music. Back in a moment,” Harry said, hopping into the Floo before Severus could agree or object. Harry wanted the music, not a debate over it. At home, he found the mp3 player he’d filled with songs for Grimmauld during a thunderstorm . . .. He often conjured storms just for the sheer joy of listening to his play list. He looked at the small device in his hand and remembered giving one to Arthur for his birthday. The man was so amused by the device, Harry believed he’d never be able to gift him with anything better. To date, he was correct.

After grabbing a small set of speakers, he jumped back in the Floo and reappeared. Severus looked over at him. “Is that an mp3 player?”

Harry grinned. “Very good, sir.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Why did you ask me what it was instead of simply acknowledging I had it?”

Harry had Severus there.

“What sort of music do you have on there?”

“It’s suitable for a storm. Relaxing. Perhaps Neville’s botanical accomplishments may have had some influence on its creation.”

Severus chuckled as Harry pressed play and sat back down on the couch beside Severus. They looked at each other and smiled, their heads light. As he smoked, Severus would once in awhile roll his head back and stretch his neck. Harry questioned whether it was relaxation Severus was after, or avoidance. Eyes meeting and connecting for too many moments was something they’d been avoiding vigilantly for years. This particular evening had been a failure in that regard.

His gaze fell from Severus’s neck to his pale, long fingers. He smiled inexplicably as he thought of the many times those fingers touched him, almost always in fury. It was demented to remember any of that fondly, particularly as he turned red with embarrassment just thinking about some of his behavior at the time. ‘You were a child,’ he often reminded himself, to absolutely no avail.

“What’s this one called?” Severus asked, interrupting Harry’s thoughts.

“Pink Moon,” Harry answered, looking up at him.

Severus grabbed the pipe and took another hit. As he exhaled, he asked a question that was completely out of character. “Is everything alright?”

Harry kept a quiet eye on him, hesitant to answer too quickly. He suspected he’d smoked his better judgment away. He also couldn’t be sure he wasn’t losing his mind.

“I don’t miss Ginny as much as I think I should.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting non-sequitur. Tell me more,” he encouraged.

Harry went on with it immediately, surprised by how eager he was to discuss a deep loss of passion. “I don’t think she misses me. I think she used to, before she decided to take that job at Salem. When she did that . . . has it been two years already?” he thought out loud, wondering how long they’d been growing apart. “When she did that, I knew we were basically biding our time.”

Harry could feel Severus’s eyes on him and, though he wanted to look at him again, he couldn’t bring himself to. “I’m not sure either of us is happy anymore. Well, I can only really speak for myself. Ginny seems happy enough, but I think that’s to do with her life in America. And there’s another thing. ‘Her life in America.’ That excludes me. Granted, the children are at school right now and we all spend the summer together, but there’s something about her not coming home at night. My bed is my own, unshared. And it’s gruesomely big.”

vi

Severus picked up the pipe from the table and smoked. Another crash of thunder sounded as he handed the pipe over to Harry, who lit it immediately.

“Do you love her?” Severus asked, exhaling.

Harry’s eyes met Severus’s again, shocked at how direct and personal the question was and completely amazed to hear Severus utter a word like ‘love’. He took curiously long to respond. “Potter?” Severus said.

Harry swallowed painfully. “Not anymore. Not really,” he confessed, his eyes falling regretfully at the floor. “No one else knows that,” he added, “certainly not Ginny.”

Severus nodded his understanding. “I’d never betray your confidence Harry, especially not to Ginerva. I’ve suspected this for quite some time, actually. That I now know beyond a doubt should affect little regarding our interactions.”

Severus was puzzled by a brief show of frustration on Harry’s face. “There’s no reason it should,” he agreed after a moment.

“When does she come home again?”

“She said the end of the week. She will cancel that and perhaps a couple of trips following that. I’ll appeal to her to come home. She’ll comply and it will be wonderful, but I’ll be able to tell she was happier when she was away. I’ve half a mind not to ask her to come home, just to see how long it is before she comes on her own.”

Severus was curious about their situation. “I’m picking up on the possibility that you suspect Ginerva of infidelities.”

Harry sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve considered being with others myself, and I’ve always come back to not wanting to break any hearts. Maybe that’s a mistake. I could have been meant to break a heart, and it could very well be I’m playing it too safe.” Harry raised an eyebrow at Severus. “Thoughts, Professor?”

Severus shook his head. “No advice I give you right now will be objectively delivered.”

“Why is that?” Harry asked.

“Because the longer I sit here, the better I know you, and the better I know you, the clearer it is to me that you’re not meant to be with her.”

Harry’s eyes were filled with confusion as his somewhat impaired brain processed Severus’s statement. “Shouldn’t you be able to be more objective, in that case?”

Severus cocked his head to the side for a moment, eyes closed. “Regardless, I know only your side of the story. And my opinions do not really matter in the scheme of things, anyway.”

“On the contrary, they matter very much. They do to me, anyway. I’ve just invested quite a great deal in you, Severus. You know things I’ve never told another soul. I’m really enjoying that and something tells me you’re enjoying hearing about it. You could’ve left any number of times, but you’ve chosen to stay with me, instead.”

“I promised Remus . . …”

“You promised him you’d stay at Grimmauld. You didn’t promise to talk to me about my broken heart.”

After one more brief moment of eye contact, Severus stood and walked out of the den.

The door to the WC closed.

vii

Harry was startled as a small moan of approval escaped Severus on the way back into the room. “Mm, Pathétique.”

Harry chuckled a bit at his surprise. “I’m sure to your surprise, I do have taste.”

Severus shrugged. “I had no reason to doubt otherwise. The rest of your music I’ve found quite tasteful, among other things.”

“Other things?”

“It’s all very evocative,” he offered simply, adding soon thereafter: “and quite sensual, as well. Sensuality appeals to me above all else,” he revealed. The air was thick with tension. “That was a reckless statement,” Severus continued. “Best we disregard it.”

“Too revealing?” Harry asked.

Severus nodded. “For one thing.”

Harry smiled. “You’re right, you know.” Severus looked up at him. “It’s sensual music. Even this Beethoven. Which I think may be among the most sensual compositions in history.”

“Satie,” Severus volunteered. “Gnossiennes I, II, and III.”

Harry couldn’t hide a chuckle. “They’re in this compilation.”

Nodding, Severus’s eyes fell to the ground. “Sensual, haunting, heart-wrenching.”

Harry summoned the pipe and took another long drag as the storm outside picked back up. Beethoven was ending and The Doors was beginning. “Severus,” he said, extending the pipe to him. Severus took it eagerly.

“Severus?” Harry asked.

Severus’s eyebrows raised inquiringly, but his eyes were closed, and so he failed to notice Harry easing toward him and was slow to respond when a hand ran up his thigh and his bottom lip was taken gently between two soft, unfamiliar lips. Eyes still closed, he opened his mouth to exhale and Harry’s mouth closed over his own, their tongues slipping together slowly. Harry’s hand moved from Severus’s thigh to his hair. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him closer, his hand resting on the back of Harry’s head. Both hearts raced. Hot breath met hot breath, noses nuzzled against one another, eyes nestled against cheeks and lips wrapped tight around earlobes.

Severus paused, eyes closed and mouth resting beside Harry’s ear. “Potter . . ..”

“I haven’t been with anyone in over six months,” Harry confessed. He ran his hand down Severus’s chest to his crotch, rubbing the palm of his hand against the hardening cock between his legs. “I’m already hard for you,” Harry half-moaned.

“Merlin, Potter,” Severus moaned in response. Harry moved his hand up to Severus’s belt and easily unbuckled it, effortlessly maneuvered his hand inside and discovered that Severus was not one to wear underwear. “Why is the urge to do this so bloody strong?”

“Because you’ve been denying yourself this for too long. Once our eyes met at St. Mungo’s, you knew exactly what you wanted, but you denied yourself.”

“You had Ginny,” Severus reminded him.

“And absolutely no idea what to make of you.” Harry kissed Severus’s neck and wrapped his fingers firmly around his cock. “Now I know.”

Severus banished their clothing wandlessly. Harry chuckled as Severus gently pushed Harry back onto the sofa and kissed him deeply. “Mmm,” he moaned as he moved away. “Not on the sofa. Take us elsewhere,” Severus requested.

Harry sat up, took Severus’s hand, and dragged him upstairs. “Master Bedroom,” he said as he pulled Severus through a door and closed it quickly. They stood, looking at one another’s faces, though naked bodies certainly demanded more attention. Harry was the first to let his gaze fall from face to cock, pleased to see a cock of average length, uncircumcised, girth exceptional, jutting from the mess of black curls. A brownish-pink pair of low-hanging balls made the breath catch in Harry’s throat and his cock jump in anticipation.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” Harry whispered. Thunder lightly sounded.

Severus would wait no longer. He walked over to Harry and pushed him up against the door. Both cocks in his hand, he grasped tightly (making fine use of those able fingers Harry noticed earlier) and wanked them both. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus and held himself close. “Bloody hell, Severus,” Harry moaned, reveling in the feel of Severus’s tight fist around their cocks. Severus lifted his hand up and spit in the palm, moving his hand back to take their cocks again. “Merlin . . .,” Harry moaned.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Severus demanded.

“Fuck me,” Harry answered without hesitation. “I want you to fuck me.”

Severus spun Harry around. “Bend over. Palms on the floor.”

Harry obeyed eagerly. “I’m good after a little stretching,” Harry said. “I don’t need lube.”

Severus couldn’t help but moan audibly at that statement. His left palm on the small of Harry’s back, Severus slowly inserted his middle finger into Harry’s asshole, fucking and massaging and easily slipping two more fingers inside. Harry’s hips bucked with each new insertion. He moaned and whimpered. One more finger. Harry was ready beyond a doubt.

He positioned his cock over Harry’s pucker and slid the tip in, teasingly. “How’s that?”

“Mmmore,” Harry whined.

Severus laughed. “Beg for it.”

Harry could swear he got harder as Severus made his demands. “Please, Severus. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?”

“Yes, fuck me. Put your fat cock in me and fuck me until you break me.”

Severus’s jaw hung low at the unexpected reply that hit his cock sooner than it hit his ears. Before he could think about the sensation, he was balls deep in Harry Potter.

Potter grunted. “Fuck! Severus. . .. Fuck me, Severus.” Severus complied, thrusting evenly. “Harder,” Harry demanded of him.

Severus complied eagerly, speeding up as well. He grabbed hold of Harry’s hips and drove violently into him, savoring every thrust, every shot of pain the awkward height difference was causing in his thighs, the sound of his balls slapping against Harry’s skin . . ..

“Ow! Ow! Ohh, Fuck, yes, Severus.” Severus’s teeth ground together as he fought desperately to hold back the orgasm that was rushing to the surface, egged on by Harry’s delightfully crass commentary. “I’m close,” Harry warned. Severus pulled out of Harry and pushed him to the floor, then turned him onto his back. He straddled Harry’s face and thrust his cock into his mouth, taking Harry’s cock inside his own, sucking hard, grasping the base . . . within moments he was milking the cum from Harry’s cock and swallowing it all-too-eagerly as Harry’s hummed in pleasure, lips tight around Severus’s cock.

Without warning, Harry grabbed Severus’s ass and pulled him down on top of him, swallowing Severus’s cock as deep as it would go. The muscles in his throat tightened and loosened around Severus’s cock with every swallow and, within moments, he was coming directly into Harry’s throat.

Harry chuckled as Severus slowly lifted himself up, his cock leaving Harry’s mouth with a POP. They lay there, panting quietly, until, eventually, they dozed off.
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