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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21281 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 27 - Severus Snape's Birthday

Christmas had been wonderful, even with the few niggles of arguing and Harry not having managed to get Severus to fuck him senseless yet. Still, they had plenty of time – a lifetime, Harry hoped – and he could afford to be patient. Just not too patient.

Snape had returned to his own home on the Monday after Boxing Day, leaving Harry feeling that the house was suddenly much too empty. He took to wandering around it, idly fiddling with the bracelet he wore that connected him to the other wizard. His eyes returned again and again to the blue parchment propped up by the hearth, hoping that Snape would want him to visit.

Before Severus had left, they had gone up to bed and Harry had climaxed whilst riding Snape's finger. He was used to the feeling now and wanted the potions master to move onto two digits, which would bring Harry ever closer to being fully penetrated.

Annoyed with himself for missing his temperamental companion, Harry went to Diagon Alley looking for a birthday present for Snape. He felt rather unsure about what to get – he had scoured these shops less than a week before searching for suitable Christmas presents, and now here he was again, back for birthday gifts. The shops were no good, so Harry, suddenly thinking of something wicked, left the wizarding area and went down a dingy Muggle alley and pushed open the door of the sex shop he had visited before he and Snape had got together.

“Oh, hi!” It was the same man sitting behind the counter, on the same stool, and it looked, to Harry, like the same porno was playing.

He moved to the till area and smiled at the other man. “Hi.”

“You had any luck with your guy?” the assistant asked, eyes hopeful.

Harry gave him a consoling smile. “Yeah, sorry. Well, sort of got some luck. He's taking it so slowly I could scream, so I was looking for a few things to, you know, make him scream too. Maybe make him stop being so careful of me.”

“It's no bad thing,” the man said as he got off the stool, “that he doesn't want to hurt you.”

Harry followed to the area of the shop containing the more creative items. “Oh, I know. I'm glad, but sometimes you just want to be jumped.”

The man laughed and began showing items, demonstrating a few odd things that Harry hadn't had the slightest idea even existed. After spending a good chunk of Muggle money, Harry thanked the man and made towards the door.

“He better be worth all of this,” the assistant called as he re-settled himself on his stool. “If I had you, I'd be fucking you til neither one of us could walk.”

Swallowing down his arousal at the thought of Snape doing that to him, he turned back. “If I didn't have him, I'd let you.” Harry left before the other man saw the blush that had covered his entire face.

He returned to his house, glancing at the blue paper. Still nothing from Severus. It irked him a little, but it meant he could remove price tags and wrap the items he had bought. Staring at them made his cock and ass ache with longing so he swiftly obscured them in brightly coloured paper – he'd chosen it deliberately to annoy Severus – and wrote the tags.

That evening, after having given in to his frustration and having spent the afternoon in bed touching himself and longing for Severus, he staggered downstairs and checked the parchment. A message was just appearing

Harry. Now.

The terseness of the note didn't offend him, he just felt glad that finally he was going to see the man he had chosen. He called out to Kreacher to let him know where he was going, and apparated to Spinner's End.

He used the key to open the door and hurried inside, searching for Snape. “Severus?” he called, his head at the bottom of the stairs.

“Get up here,” Snape growled.

That command he was eager to follow and he raced up the steps and pushed open Snape's door. Severus lay on the bed, shirt off and trousers loosened. He looked as though he had been caught in the act of pleasuring himself but in reality he had sent the message and come upstairs knowing Harry would be swift to join him.

Mouth dry, Harry approached the bed and stretched out his hands to stroke the hard nipples on the older man's chest. Severus bit back a groan at the spark of arousal that shot from his chest into his cock and reached up to pull Harry on top of him.

Harry landed on Snape, winding him, but willingly opening his mouth to be kissed as hands roamed over his back and cupped his buttocks. He let his legs fall open so that he straddled Snape, and the other man could run a finger up and down the seam on his trousers, making him shudder with need.

He rocked as he kissed the older wizard, grinding his hard prick against the stiffness he felt at Severus' crotch. Feeling pressure on his armpits, he slid his arms up, and revelled in now being naked on his top. He rubbed his chest against Severus', loving the feeling when their nipples brushed together as it sent jagged need into his balls.

“Get your trousers off,” Snape panted and moaned as Harry shifted his position to begin wriggling out of his clothes. A little ungainly as it was, it still felt wonderful to have a thick shaft pressing against his aching body as he stripped and nestled back down, legs spread to allow Severus' body to sit between his.

Snape reached an arm back and stuck two fingers into the lubricant. Harry saw and whispered, “Thank you, thank you,” over and over in endless gratitude that he was closer to getting fucked. Severus rubbed at the pucker, relaxing the younger man who, despite wanting this, was so aroused that he was tense. He pushed his long digit in, enjoying the extended moan Harry gave as it slid within him and slicked his channel.

Harry gave no sign of any discomfort so Severus quickly added his second finger, feeling the entrance having to stretch further and feeling Harry's trembling as his body adapted to this new possession. Snape's balls ached with the need to get inside Harry and fill him with hot seed, but he was determined to not just rut mindlessly between Harry's legs. Their first time was going to be something special, something they would remember forever for all the right reasons. So, gritting his teeth and dragging in a calming breath, Severus worked his fingers inside the channel, mimicking what he longed to do with his prick.

Head pressed against Snape's chest, Harry struggled to do more than breathe as the sensation skipped along every nerve ending, pooling in his ass and cock. Drool oozed out of his mouth, unnoticed, as his hips jerked back and forth, fucking himself thoroughly on the digits claiming him.

Watching Harry grinding on his fingers made Snape so hard he hurt. His shaft longed so much to be embedded inside that squeezing hot slick grip that he had to curl his free hand into the bedclothes to stop himself pushing Harry onto his hands and knees and ramming all of his cock into the tight body, even though the younger man was nowhere near ready for such a thick hardness.

Harry came, sobbing Severus' name as his sensitive tip exploded his seed everywhere. The digits within him slowed their frantic pace, but still moved enough that his hips shifted with the feeling. Underneath him, Snape's dick throbbed but he hung grimly on.

Gathering his scattered wits, Harry leaned up and kissed Severus softly. He was surprised that Severus wasn't pushing Harry's head or hands down to deal with the thick shaft he was still rocking against. Instead, Snape whispered what he wanted to do to Harry and what he wanted Harry to do at the same time. Whimpering at the idea, he shifted, pulling himself free of the tormenting digits and moved position.

Re-arranged so that he was straddling Snape's head with his own pressed against the older man's dick, he took the thick prick between his lips and sucked on the hot hardness he wanted so very very much. Severus gave Harry a few moments to find his rhythm before sliding his tongue over the loose balls and up to lick at the open hole.

Harry screamed around the dick as he felt the slippery wetness slide inside him and stroke every secret hidden part of his body. He pulled his lips free, rocking his hips helplessly at the intense feeling. His cock was achingly hard once again and he slid a hand down to tug on it, unable to take the pleasure of that tongue in such a private place and still tasting Snape's semen on his lips. He shrieked, hips rising so high he lifted clear of the tongue that caused such exquisite agony, and his semen pulsed out of his dick.

Under him, he moaned as he saw Snape's glistening fluid spilt on his stomach. Harry slid his lips around the softening length, teasing it back to full hardness even while the man under him gasped and tried to writhe free from the torment. He gave Snape no chance to be rid of the grip as he bobbed his head eagerly, wanting to taste more of Severus' essence, loving the feel of the thick hardness nudging into his throat. He swallowed around it and felt the other man's shaking. His hands slid up to cup the balls and gently squeeze them in his desire for more of this man's fluid within him.

Snape groaned and came, his cock hurting as it spilled so quickly a second time.

After having been so thoroughly sated, the two men curled up and slept, bodies pulsing with the pleasure of their releases.

Harry had stayed overnight at Severus' on January 8^th, so he was ready to give Snape a birthday blow job before the sun had risen in the sky. Climaxing in Harry's mouth was something that gave them both immense pleasure so Snape felt no guilt in holding Harry's head under the blankets and insisting on a second time before he felt any compunction about attending to Harry's dripping shaft.

With them both relaxed from the sexual tension that invariably existed when they were together, Harry dropped an arm off the bed and picked up a plastic bag containing presents.

Snape lifted an eyebrow at the relentlessly cheery paper. He sat up and sighed. “I don't need any presents, Harry,” he said.

Harry shifted so that he too rested against the head board. “I know. But you don't get gifts because you need them. I wanted to give you these.”

Accepting without much grace, Severus began unwrapping. His eyes widened and he gave Harry a shocked stare as he examined the gifts: a set of handcuffs padded with black material, a copy of The Gay Kama Sutra, a thick swath of thick black material that could be used a gag or a blindfold, small metal clamps, a short length of leather that swished through the air like a riding crop, and a strange item that he had no idea about. He fiddled with it and got no nearer to discerning its function.

“Here,” Harry said. He took the item and raised onto his knees, facing Snape. Hard again, he slid the pouch over his balls and tightened the drawstring so that he shuddered, then he awkwardly slid his prick into the hole in the separate leather piece and added the thin leather straps that fastened to it by hooking one end to the leather and then drawing the strap over his dick, digging the material into his slit, then down and pulling tight to hook onto the other side.

Snape gasped as the slit opened and Harry's shaft was tightly bound. Hips jerking at the ache in his cock and balls, Harry straddled Severus. “It's all for you,” he whispered. “You can tie me up and do what you want with me and I won't be able to come unless you let me.”

Severus stared at Harry, horror and lust mingling in his expression. “Harry, I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” Harry assured him, kissing the jaw line and reaching for the nipple clamps. “But imagine me spread out on your bed, aching for you and completely at your mercy. Imagine how loudly I'll scream your name when you let me come.”

Severus's hands shook but still he resisted. Harry pinched his own nipple, tugging it to hardness and then clamped one of the metal items on. He bucked, gasping at the mingling of agony and pleasure.

Snape grabbed the other clamp and snapped it around Harry's other nipple. He watched the younger man grinding desperately at the feeling and it made him ache. He could do anything he wanted to Harry and Harry would allow it.

“Get up,” he snarled harshly, “bend over the bed.”

Snape got out and swept up the birthday presents, eager to see Harry do as he ordered.

Harry complied quickly, body tingling as he got into the instructed position and waited, all too aware of Severus' gaze drinking in every quivering muscle and every slowly dropping bead of sweat.

Harry waited, wanting to scream.

Snape moved so quietly there was no warning, just a black darkness descended as Harry was blindfolded and left completely untouched once again. Harry clawed at the bed, wanting something to happen but wanting to let Snape have his fun.

The swish of the crop was the only warning he had before it was striping his buttock. Harry yelled, ass jabbing forward away from the pain, but his world was suddenly filled with Snape.

“Too much?” he asked, voice almost a sneer.

“No,” Harry panted, feeling the line of fire that ran across both cheeks.

“Good.”

Snape wondered just when Harry would admit he had made a mistake. How many times would be need to be whipped before he asked for mercy?

Swish. Smack.

“Oh God,” Harry whispered, chewing on his lips.

Swish. Smack.

“Please,” he moaned.

Swish. Smack.

“Ah!”

Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack.

“AHHHHH! STOP IT!” Harry screamed, ass striped red and white.

At once Severus dropped the crop and licked the burning skin. “Idiot boy,” he growled between licks, “you should think these things through more carefully.”

“St - still good,” Harry whispered, voice shaking.

“You want more?” Snape was surprised. Harry's ass showed all too clearly how painfully he had been beaten, and still the younger man wasn't yet admitting defeat?

“N - no,” Harry confessed, “but I liked that it was you doing that to me.”

Shaking his head at the younger man's submissive streak, but glorying in it too, Severus moved and dipped three fingers into the jar of lubricant. So far they had only ever used two, but today he thought was a good day to see if Harry really could take the girth needed to accept his cock.

He plunged his first finger in, not toying with the entrance as he usually did. Harry bucked and cried out, but it was clear that he felt pleasure at the abrupt possession. A second finger joined quickly and Severus took long moments watching his digits disappear in and out of the channel, opening them inside so that as they exited they stretched the muscle at the entrance. Whilst opened like that, he shoved the third finger in and enjoyed the deeper reach he had within Harry.

Bent over the bed, Harry drooled as the three digits fucked him. His hips ground back and forth working with the twisting fingers, feeling more claimed than ever before. He screamed as Snape pressed against that secret place within his passage. Snape found it again and again, fingers tapping it so that Harry could do nothing other than rock desperately, feeling that burning pleasure he had first felt with a vibrator throbbing inside him. This though, with flesh and blood poking at him, was so much more intense.

His balls tightened and he howled as his release remained trapped within his body.

Severus was continuing his exploration of Harry with his fingers only because he was afraid that if he pulled out, he'd shove his throbbing prick straight into the clenching channel and fuck Harry until he couldn't walk. And, as much as Harry would thank him for it, Severus really didn't want their first time to be undertaken with Harry beaten and blindfolded. He snarled and moved around the beautiful body, sitting at Harry's head with his body bent over him, fingers still powering into the hole he ached to fill.

He shifted Harry so that his mouth was on Snape's shaft and left his young idiot to work out what was wanted. Eagerly, Harry pulled the dick between his lips, sucking on the salty fluid and licking at the soft skin. He worked at it frantically, hands grasping Snape's hips as he filled his mouth as fully as he could with the thick presence. Cock squeezed by hot wet heat, Snape closed his eyes and moaned Harry's name, his semen spurting into the mouth and down the willing throat.

He pulled free, knowing all too well how Harry loved having his mouth wrapped around Severus' prick. He urged Harry to stand by simply pushing his fingers painfully up and keeping the pressure on until Harry shakily got to his feet. That done he licked the clamped nipples before tugging the metal off and suckling the bruised nubs. Harry clutched at Snape's hair, whimpering at the ache in ass and chest.

A hand slid down to the bound cock and unhooked the leather, leaving Severus free to see the painful rent Harry had forced upon his slit to accept the leather. He slid his nail into the gap, easily able to do so, and watched Harry shuddering.

It took some work to free the drawstring one handed, but he did so, and he pulled Harry onto him and slid so that he lay on his back on the bed, his fingers still claiming Harry's body, and Harry lay on top of him, the throbbing cock pressed between their bodies.

“Come,” Severus ordered, his fingers pounding inside Harry.

Shouting, Harry did so. Seed spattered their stomachs as he rammed himself forward, cock squeezed tight.

Fingers cinched tight inside Harry as he came, Severus felt again that wild urge to just bury himself to the hilt in the willing man on him. He pulled free and tugged off Harry's blindfold.

Gasping for breath, Harry looked at him, “Happy birthday, Severus.”
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