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Extra Lessons Are Always Appreciated	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry felt like humming. Singing. Dancing maybe. All of which was stupid, especially the last two, because he couldn’t sing and he certainly couldn’t dance. But he felt as giddy as a schoolboy whenever he thought about what he and Severus had done together. Okay, he was a schoolboy but he hadn’t felt like one in so long, that it was like the excitement and wonder of his first days at Hogwarts before all the ugliness had come crowding in.
That last time with Severus had been everything he could have hoped for. Well, almost everything. He still wanted to see Severus naked, sod it. Naked and in all sorts of interesting positions. The book he’d bought, Advanced Sexual Techniques for the Enterprising Gay Wizard, had been full of brill ideas and he had felt Severus’s interest when the man had seen it. There were definitely other things he wanted to try out on the Slytherin as soon as he got the chance.
The pictures were changing, too, just as the seller had promised. The formerly off-putting Draco Malfoy look-alike had grown darker in skin tone and the blond hair suitably brunette and shaggy like his own. And the other man was leaner, his skin paler, the form leaner and the face…
Blue eyes had darkened to mesmerizing ebony and the nose was beakier. The short brunette hair was now a dazzling black falling to his shoulders and there was a definite smirk to the formerly bland features. The legs had grown a short sprinkling of hair--not too much but enough to provide a pleasing contrast to the white skin.
The entries were deliciously arousing and grew progressively kinkier as he read further in the book. Too bad Potions class had never been this stimulating.
But he was finding it easier to follow Severus in class these days. The man was distracting but Harry was determined not to get upset by him. He sensed he had the upper hand--at least for the moment--and it gave him courage.
“Potter!”
“Sir?” Harry answered as coolly as he could, lifting his eyes to meet those obsidian ones. His heart started pounding so hard he wondered how Severus missed hearing it.
“Do you call this neatly sliced ginger root, Potter?”
Harry glanced down at his worktable. The tan root lay in neat segments. He thought this was an excellent job, unlike what he would have been capable of years ago. What was Severus playing at now?
“It appears to be more than adequate, sir,” he said in a neutral tone.
“I think it’s a disgrace.” With a contemptuous flick of his wand, Snape banished the offending roots. “You will report to me for detention precisely at seven o’clock this evening. Then you will demonstrate to me your ability for following instructions, if you can.”
Harry gritted his teeth. He would have dearly loved to make some comment about law-breaking teachers breaking into student quarters for illicit sex. But a warning glance from Hermione warned him not to push it. It had taken him years but he had learned eventually the futility of flaring out in anger at the Potions professor. All that earned him was a swift detention and points taken from Gryffindor.
Hermione didn’t know what he and Severus were doing behind closed doors and for the first time he felt a twinge of guilt for concealing it from her. Maybe she could have shed light on Severus’s behavior because honestly Harry didn’t understand it.
He hadn’t been doing so badly in Potions and Severus had shown it by ignoring him as he ignored any Gryffindor who performed well. But for the last few classes the man had become almost as vicious towards Harry as he had been in the early days.
Harry had thought that sex always mellowed people. Trust Severus to prove contrary as always.
Maybe it was the lack of sex that was causing it. But if that was the case then all Severus had to do was to come back to his room. But it had been four days since their last meeting and two since he’d given him the tape recorder. Was Severus going to make him wait another week before taking up where they’d left off?
Harry wanted his recorder back, too. It had been a great way to take infallible notes although he had Hermione as a fallback when that failed. The machine was his and on the tape he’d asked Severus to return it.
Why would Severus keep it unless…? Was the man still replaying the tape? Why, then, was he being such an arse?
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Harry spent the rest of the class in a rotten mood, rousing himself only to speak civilly to Hermione as they left. Ron shook his head as he stuffed his books into his sack.
“What bug has crawled up Snape’s arse this time? I didn’t think your roots were that bad, Harry.”
“Are you crazy, Ron? Harry’s roots were perfect. I don’t think any of the Slytherins could have done any better,” Hermione argued.
“Forget it, Hermione,” Harry sighed. “It’s no worse than any other crap I’ve had to take from Se--Snape.”
“Too bad you’ve got detention, mate. We’ve got that game against the Hufflepuffs after class.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Ron, is that all you think about? What about your plans to become an Auror? You’re going to have to concentrate on your classes if you hope to be accepted.”
Ron grinned cheekily at her. “Well, that’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it?” He nudged Harry. “It’s great having a smart girl for a girlfriend, innit, mate?”
Harry’s lips twitched. “Careful, Ron. Hermione will think you just want her for her brains.”
Ron laid his hand on his heart in a mock gesture of hurt. “Harry, surely you jest! There are plenty of other parts of Hermione that I appreciate.”
“And if you go into of them here, Ronald Weasley, I’m going to tell the Colin Creevey what your middle name is,” Hermione threatened.
Ron went pale. “You wouldn’t.”
She fixed him with a no-nonsense stare. “Try me.” Then she spoiled it with a smile and shifted closer to her red-headed boyfriend.
As always, Harry fell back to allow them their good-natured bickering. At moments like this, he envied them. It must be wonderful to be with someone who was so crazy about you and unafraid to show it. Say what awful things you could about the Dursleys, his mean-spirited relatives, but they loved each other without reservation. Even though it had made him gag to hear Aunt Petunia go on and on about her little Duddykins, he had wished dearly that a smidgen of that affection had come his way.
Harry sighed, mentally forgiving Severus for his harshness. He appreciated the difficulty of Severus’s position. The man couldn’t acknowledge their affair; it would be the ruin of him. So he had to be hard on Harry to cover up his feelings…that was it, right?
Harry frowned as he considered the other possibility. Severus had had his fun with him and tired of the whole business, reverting back to the animosity of their early days as a reaction against the foolishness the Potions master had committed. Harry’s heart clenched at the thought, the pang like a physical ache he hadn’t known since the days he was jealous over Ginny’s flings with Dean Thomas and Michael Corner.
God, this was ridiculous. When the Slytherin was in his arms, Harry was certain of Severus’s feelings. But, when the man was away, his certainty plummeted to zero.
It was so hard for Harry to believe in having love. There was a time when he would have given anything for one drop of the affection Aunt Petunia and Uncle Dursley showed their fat, bullying son Dudley. But they’d spent all their time ignoring him or just plain hating him. He’d learned that that was their fault not his. Yet years of wondering what was wrong with him to inspire such hatred caused doubt to fester inside him like rot in a fallen apple.
He didn’t really have anyone he could claim as his. Ron and Hermione were caught up in each other; they were a couple and three was definitely a crowd. His parents had loved him--his own mother had proved it with her life--but they were gone. Sirius had loved him, in his fashion, but it wasn’t the same as having someone to call truly his. Dumbledore had been kindly enough but by now Harry was well aware he was a tool that the man used. The sting of that never truly went away.
He wanted Severus for his own. Not just for an hour or a night but forever. Was that selfish, unrealistic or just plain stupid of him?
Maybe. After all, he only had two hot tumbles in the sack with the man, hardly the stuff of a long-lasting affair. He hoped to get more but you didn’t push a bloke like Severus Snape. As for having a talk with him about what they had and where it was going--nope, Harry didn’t see that happening anytime soon.
He glanced ahead at Ron and Hermione again. They were practically hand in hand now, only the passing students preventing them from getting into a passionate snog. Harry sighed in frustration and began mentally preparing himself for his next class.
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Harry stood before the door and resisted the urge to shuffle his feet. He wasn’t a nervous kid of 11 or 12 any more. He was a grown man and had had sex with the man waiting for him twice. He wasn’t going to let Severus Snape intimidate him.
Mentally, he checked the objects in his pockets. No longer was he going to scrape out cauldrons or scrub floors with his bare hands because Snape’s sadistic streak insisted that he suffer. He was going to wear the dragon-hide boots to protect his feet from acidic juices and the dragon-hide gloves to save his hands from being rubbed raw and red. He also had lotion for burns and the salve he’d nicked from Severus’s quarters.
Okay, that last inclusion was based more on hope than anything else but he could dream, couldn’t he?
“Enter, Mr. Potter. Don’t just stand there like a mold-covered statue,” came the acrid voice from behind the door.
Grimacing, but determined to rein in his temper, Harry pushed open the door. Inside was the familiar lab with all its equipment and bottled ingredients laid out in their proper places. The Potions professor sat behind his desk, as forbidding and glowering as always. A page covered in red ink lay before him as his quill darted over the sheet of parchment.
Harry walked and sat in the chair before the desk, once again holding himself still. He allowed his eye to roam over the office as though unaware of the man before him.
A few minutes passed, enough for Harry to get truly nervous. Snape usually lost no time in assigning him his task; this waiting was probably designed to make him nervous. If so, it was succeeding but Harry had learned something about control. He wasn’t going to let Snape get to him.
More time passed and oddly enough, the Gryffindor found himself relaxing and letting his mind drift. He knew that was dangerous; it didn’t do to relax your guard in front of any Slytherin, particularly this one. But thoughts of what they’d done to and with each other were intruding and having the predictable result. He was just shifting in his chair to ease the growing stiffy when Severus spoke.
“Mr. Potter, it seems after nearly seven years you are still inclined to shoddy work in my class.” He stacked together the papers and set them in a drawer, clearing his desk.
Harry’s heart sank at the indifferent tone and other parts of him sank with it. So this was just an ordinary detention after all. Well, what had he expected? No, not expected--hoped for. It was no use. Se--Snape was a cold-hearted bastard without a streak of human love or affection outside of his own narrow interests. He’d had a certain respect for Dumbledore but that was the extent of his feeling.
Harry struggled to get his expression under control. It wouldn’t do to give way now; he wouldn’t give the arsehole the satisfaction. “So you say, sir. But then you’ve always found fault with me. Why should today be any different?” he said carelessly, staring at a point over Snape’s left shoulder.
“Indeed. And I will thank you to look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
Anger flared white hot in Harry then. But his voice was icy when he finally met Snape’s dark-eyed stare. “Oh, you want me to see you now? That’s a switch for you, isn’t it?” He followed this with a tight smirk, the knowledge of what he meant to say plain on his face.
Surprise and a trace of embarrassment flickered through Snape’s eyes as though he hadn’t expected Harry to allude to what had happened between them. Then they shuttered, his face once more unreadable. “Stand up, Mr. Potter.” When Harry hesitated, he snapped, “Do as I say!”
Harry’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a taunting smile. “Or what? You’ll give me more detention? I’m already here for that, in case you haven’t noticed, and you usually give more explicit instructions than ‘Stand up, Potter.’ So let me know exactly what it is you want, Professor,” he emphasized the title, “or I guess we’re done for the evening. In fact, it’s clear we’re done for good. And that’s your choice, not mine.”
This time it was Snape’s turn to hesitate and Harry stood up, preparing to leave. He had maintained control and resisted yelling and insulting the man. He could leave on his own terms. There was a kind of victory in that even if he knew it was a hollow one. But he would take what he could get. Harry would cherish those two memorable nights they spent together and try to find happiness elsewhere.
There were people out there who would kill to be with the Boy Who Lived; he would lack no shortage of partners once he got out of Hogwarts. Who knew, maybe there was someone out there for him, someone who wouldn’t be ashamed to be with him, someone who would be just as loving and tender out of bed as well as in it. Someone good looking, fun, sweet, intelligent and gentle.
Someone who wasn’t Severus Snape.
He was halfway to the door, every step as though he were trailing his intestines behind him from a gut wound, when he heard the whispered word, “Wait.”
It stopped him as surely as a shout.
“Come back, Po-Harry.”
The voice was still soft though Harry couldn’t detect any real tenderness. Still, Severus had said his name. Harry turned slowly, his expression neutral once more.
Severus was looking at him with that intense stare. Was he trying to read Harry’s mind? Harry wasn’t certain he wanted him to. He had more than made his feelings clear; it was the Slytherin’s motivations that were in doubt.
Severus moved from behind the desk, hovering to the left of it. “Place your hands upon the desk, Harry.” When Harry didn’t move back, he clenched his hands and gritted out, “Please.”
Well, that was a shock. He couldn’t recall Severus saying “please” for anything. He stepped back and decided to comply. Leaning forward, he placed his palms flat upon the desk.
His heart was pounding again, his breath beginning to quicken. He was aware of how vulnerable he was in this position, especially when Severus moved around to his back, out of his line of vision.
Nervousness seized him. Harry was about to speak when he felt a firm hand at his nape. When it stroked down his spine to stop at his arse, his skin shivered in its wake.
Skilled fingers began kneading at the flesh of his butt cheeks and Harry bit his lip as sensation flared within him at that touch. Soon he was grinding his hips, gently at first then with more force when the fingers didn’t withdraw.
Without warning, his robe was yanked up to his waist. When the fingers moved around and began fumbling with his belt buckle, he lifted one hand to help.
“Hands on the table, Mr. Potter. I wish to see if you can follow instructions.” The words were chiding but the tone had acquired that silky tone that caused his heart to flip-flop in his chest. When he resumed his position, the hands finished their work with his belt.
His jeans were slid over his legs to pool at his feet. His arse was now completely exposed and he shivered again as the cool air of the dungeons bit at his flesh. The hands resumed kneading at his flesh. “Exquisite” Severus had called his arse and he certainly seemed to like fondling it. The touch was appraising, forceful and very thorough as though Severus wanted to know every inch of Harry there.
There was a shifting noise behind him. He wasn’t sure what it was--until Severus’s tongue began sweeping at his butt crack.
Harry groaned. He hadn’t meant to, any more than he’d meant to shove back into Severus’s face. That couldn’t have been pleasant but the Slytherin made no complaint. He simply began laving Harry’s skin until his nose was pressed deep within the split of his cheeks.
“Oh yes, yes,” Harry moaned. His brain was in the process of melting down when the tongue flicked at his clenched hole. Unconsciously he leaned forward onto the desk, pinning his hands under his chest. Severus hadn’t told him to but, once again, the Potions master didn’t complain.
Harry was shaking when that tongue licked harder at him. He’d never had anyone do this to him before and for Severus to do so… Then all his thoughts scattered like leaves blown over the ground when the tiny tip breeched the opening.
It dug harder, pushing past the initial resistance. Harry’s eyes rolled into his head when the tongue pressed farther. As it stroked over the rounded nub, pleasure pulsed hot and fast within him. “Sev…Severus. Geez, how…oh more, don’t…”
The hands pushed his cheeks farther apart, almost to the point of pain, but Harry was past noticing. The tongue was now thrusting in a studied rhythm deep inside him and he was grinding his hips shamelessly against the desk top, panting into his folded arms.
Severus pulled out of him and Harry’s head came up. He wanted to scream at the man to continue when he heard Severus whisper, “Accio Severus’s salve.”
He heard the jar slap into the man’s palm. Then Severus’s amused voice murmured, “I see you came prepared. Were you hoping for this eventuality?”
Harry flushed and buried his head again in his arms. Of course--the Summoning Charm had brought the nearest salve to hand and that meant the jar he’d hidden away in his bag. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
“Very forward thinking of you, Mr. Potter. It’s good to see you’ve learned to think ahead, for a change.”
“Severus, don’t call me Mr. Potter after you’ve had your tongue in my arse,” Harry retorted with a near-laugh. He wriggled said arse for good measure and thought he heard a sucked-in breath. Then a finger stroked at his crack and he pressed his body down more firmly on to the table.
Coated by the salve, the finger slid into him with ridiculous ease. As it stroked over his prostate, Harry began whimpering. The pleasure that had ebbed slightly when Severus stopped licking him rushed back with a vengeance. By Merlin, if he felt like this now, when the man fucked him, his head was going to come off.
The finger curled and rubbed at him without stopping. Harry thrust his hips back and forth violently, nearly leaving the desk each time. Suddenly Severus’s weight was atop him, nearly straddling his back, forcing him to the desk again.
The finger had increased to two, ruthlessly prodding him until Harry could barely think straight. “Severus, please, wait, you have to stop…” he babbled.
“No, no stopping tonight, Harry.” Something like threat slid into the sultry voice. Harry wasn’t sure how to translate that but his body had no problem with it. He was nearly soaking the desk in anticipation to the hard coring he was about to receive.
When the fingers withdrew, Harry acted. Beating back the mindlessness Severus had nearly reduced him to, he pushed back against that weight.
Severus tried to force him to the desk again but this time Harry was ready for him. He concentrated with all his might and the clothes they were both wearing vanished to reappear a moment later in a heap on the dungeon floor.
He sensed rather than saw Severus’s shock at what he’d just done. This was wordless magic of the most powerful kind, the sort he refused to perform with anyone watching. He took advantage of the man’s hesitation by rearing off the desk. Flipping himself over, he leaned back on the desk and feasted his eyes on the vision in front of him.
Completely naked, Severus Snape glared at him. Harry didn’t care; his eyes were too busy sweeping over the exposed body. The skin was so pale, like it never saw daylight; the whiteness of it was a vivid and brilliant contrast against the black hair and ebony eyes.
The narrow chest featured a smattering of chest hair, brown nipples already slightly swollen. The rangy muscled arms with the Dark Mark slightly faded on his left one, the lean waist and--oh Merlin--a cock at least nine inches long, narrower than his and curving slightly to the left. The balls dangled just a bit in their sack and Harry licked his lips at surveying his prize.
He took in all this mere moments before the other man lunged. The long fingers he’d admired, the only part of Severus’s body that were completely shown when he was teaching, bit into his shoulders, slamming him onto the desk.
“Very clever, Mr.--” He smirked at Harry’s mutinous look. “Mr. Potter, you don’t seem to understand what’s going on here.”
“Uh, I think I do. You’re going to fuck me again. And I want to see you when you do,” Harry said.
“And I have told you that you are here to obey instructions.” Severus gestured for his wand. He waved it to clothe himself again when Harry dove for him.
Both men crashed to the floor--fortunately cushioned by their clothes--and wrestled viciously, no quarter given or asked. Severus was the more learned in physical combat and spurred by his anger. But Harry’s extensive battles in the war against Voldemort and his Quidditch training had left him with a decided strength. Pinning Severus’s hands above his head, he began frotting back and forth against the lean cock underneath his.
The obsidian eyes glared in fury. Then glazed. Then fluttered tightly shut. When Severus turned his face away, Harry leaned down to nibble at his throat.
The man gasped. Harry had guessed right; Severus was sensitive there. His hips gentled in movement but Harry didn’t stop rubbing. He glanced down and his eyes widened.
“Merlin, I don’t believe it. You get bigger? How come I didn’t notice that before?” Flicking his eyes back to Severus, he wasn’t surprised to see the man’s eyes open again, amusement brimming in them, a smile gracing his lips.
He couldn’t resist. Harry bent and kissed those lips, forcefully at first and then with a lighter touch. They were thin, many would say lipless, but what Severus had he put to good use. Whatever sexual experience the man had had, he knew how to kiss.
Then they opened to him. Tongues met, swirled around each other, and Harry swore each fervent lick to the roof of his mouth shot straight to his cock.
Harry left the delectable mouth and swept over the bony chin. Attacking the lean neck, he latched on to the pulse he could see beating through the milky skin. He bit down softly and heard Severus gave a swiftly stifled groan. The other man was fighting his feelings, determined not to give in, but Harry wasn’t having it. He was going to reduce Severus to a quivering mass; he wanted to have the man writhing in ecstasy and he meant to hear him scream before he was finished with him tonight.
Inching farther down, he turned his attention to the lean chest. The heart pounded under his mouth as he licked over the skin to latch on to one nipple. His cock ached, protesting the loss of friction, but Harry thought he could ignore it for the moment.
He licked then bit gently at the nub and was startled at the sharp cry. He liked attention to his nipples but wasn’t sure that was necessarily a turn-on for other men. Severus’s reaction was lovely and so he bit harder.
The lean fingers twisted in his hair. “Yes, that’s it, boy. More of that,” Severus breathed.
Annoyance flared. He wrenched his head out of Severus’s hands and glared. “I’m not a boy, in case you haven’t noticed,” Harry said coldly. He caught the startled look just before he bent down and re-attacked the juicy nubs in earnest.
The book had been very informative about the parts of the male body and the various things that could be done to them. While he laved the aureole and flicked the tiny nip with his tongue, he manipulated the other with his finger. Alternating back and forth, he reveled in the sound of the breathy gasps coming from above his head.
Satisfied with that reaction, he inched down the body, running his tongue over the ribcage and the stomach until he reached the belly button. The cock was standing up proudly, actually throbbing a little. This close, Harry could see the veins running through it and he licked his lips again.
Lowering his head he lapped just a bit at the tip. There was no sound this time but the hips arched up slightly. Then he set to work.
The spongy head was lapped at delicately, like a cat licking cream. The hole winked and beckoned so he turned to that next, drawing a thin line of precum out with his tongue. It amused him to see how far he could take the thin silvery line before it broke.
At last he wound his fingers around it. The warmth was incredible, more than he’d imagined, and he squeezed harder. Closing his head over the tip, he sucked just a small bit into his mouth. When Severus barked and shoved upwards, Harry almost choked. Shit, the man was so big; he wasn’t sure he could get all of it in. But he was determined to try.
If there was one thing to be said about Harry Potter, it was that he was stubborn.
He did his best to widen his jaw. The cock inched farther and he paused, licking the underside with his tongue to get it well coated with spit. Little by little it slid down and his throat. His eyes watered but he relaxed his jaw even more.
There, it was just touching the back of his throat, but he’d gotten it all the way down. He paused to let himself adjust to the mass filling his mouth. Then he began to move.
Slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace, his head bobbed up and down over the iron shaft in his mouth. At the top he licked over the sensitive glans and heard a thump from above his head. Rolling his eyes upward, he saw that Severus’s head had fallen back on the floor. The prominent Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat while he panted for air.
“Ahh…Har…Harry…” The words trailed away to a hiss when Harry cupped his balls and began running his thumbs along the wrinkled sack.
The taste of the man was musky, slightly bitter, and Harry liked it. The cock slid out of his mouth when Harry paused to like at the underside of the bulging head. Severus’s hiss was a startled shout at that so he did it again.
Sharp cries and muffled, bitten-off curses were erupting from the man beneath him. The slender hips were arching again and again, driving the shaft deeper. It was sliding down his throat a little but Harry was learning to breathe through his nose, overcoming the urge to gag.
Severus was loving this, losing control. He could tell by the wildness in the man’s voice, in the way the fingers convulsed in his hair whenever he pressed at a certain spot behind the nuts.
It was time to take this further, to get what he’d come for. Harry shook off the hands seizing him and let the prick fall out of his mouth.
Severus’s head shot up, frantic desire etched on his face. “Don’t you dare stop now, you…”
“Don’t call me names, Severus, unless it’s Harry,” Harry replied with a grin. Then he settled himself above the man. Grasping the aching prick beneath his body, he placed it at the entrance to his hole and sank down on to it.
Severus’s head sank back to the floor again. Concentrating hard, Harry opened himself up as he slid down. Then he clenched his arse tightly around the shaft.
Severus’s eyes flew open. The shock in them was almost lost in the startled bark that followed. Well, that was very nice. That book was a marvel; Harry was going to come back to it again and again if this was the kind of reaction he could expect from practicing it.
Bracing his hands on the lean chest, he moved up and down, holding on to Severus’s gaze. The intense stare didn’t waver; he wondered if the man was reading his mind and decided it didn’t matter. The moment was approaching when all that was going through his thoughts were disjointed flashes of emotion, sensation and need.
But Harry didn’t want Severus to read his thoughts, not yet. He was getting involved with him, past the initial infatuation, and was scared of driving off the wary Slytherin. For now this, what they shared, would have to be enough. The rest would come later.
He hoped.
He tilted his arse a little and yelped when his prostate was hit. Again, he squeezed his arse tight while pulling up and heard another bark, edging into a gasp.
“Gahhh!” Huh, that was an interesting sound; he hadn’t thought he could reduce Severus to that level of nonsense. Brilliant.
The book had outlined the use of dirty talk, how it could drive some partners wild. “Oh Merlin, Severus,” he whispered. “You don’t know…how good this is. I’ve wanted, waited to have you come back to me again. But this is good, too. Seeing you naked like this. Feeling you inside me, fucking me hard, like we’ve both wanted. Yessss…” He whimpered as Severus grasped his waist and shoved into him.
In a blur of movement, the Potions master flung him over and Harry found himself on his back, looking up in shock at the powerful man dominating him. Severus hooked his arms under Harry’s shoulders and began pounding him into the floor.
Now he could wind his legs around the thrusting hips, drag the muscular body closer, feel his dick trapped between the rigid stomach and his own. Severus was moaning, half-formed words alternating with the fiery pants fluttering around Harry’s face.
He wound his fingers in the lustrous hair, marveling in the strange softness of it. Severus was kissing him again, frenzied sucking pecks all over his face, the tongue flicking again and again at his mouth until Harry couldn’t stand it. Oddly, the big nose slid across his cheeks almost like a softened finger when Severus moved his mouth in a certain way. Harry liked it though he couldn’t have said why.
Harry’s mouth opened and that tongue shot forward, pistoning in and out in precise copying of what Severus’s dick was doing. Harry cried into that thin-lipped mouth and still the thrusting continued.
Control in sex was harder than the other lessons and Harry was, after all, only 17. A few more strokes within him and he was coming, screaming in pleasure, the sounds muffled by the demanding jaws kneading his own.
The older man pulled back and Harry saw the flushed face, the shoulder-long black hairs sticking to the sweaty cheeks. “Harry,” Severus moaned and stiffened.
By now Harry had come to recognize that peculiar stillness in Severus and closed his eyes as the cock jerked and shot its load inside him. It was good to come first, after all; his crisis over, he could revel in this evidence of his partner’s satisfaction. In fact, the book had said so; he was only just realizing the truth of it.
Severus fell against him and then rolled to the side, his cock slipping out of Harry’s arse. Harry caught at his shoulders, winding his legs tight around the narrower ones. “Mmm, don’t move yet,” he murmured.
“Harry, I may not be the heaviest of men but I don’t want to crush you. Consideration for one’s partner is paramount at all times. Didn’t that book of yours teach you that?”
Shit, how could Severus be so verbal after what they just did? Would other lovers be able to string together words so easily after sex? The curiosity was followed by an immediate unease at the thought of other men and Harry shoved the thought away.
A finger stroking over his cheek brought him back to an awareness of his partner. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” he answered too quickly.
“You are as poor a liar as always, Harry,” Severus answered, a sardonic smirk twisting his mouth. “It’s clear something is bothering you. Out with it before that little brain of yours explodes with frustration.”
“No, it really is nothing. I was just thinking that I didn’t want you to move yet. And you’re not that heavy,” Harry added, molding his chest against Severus and kissing him softly again.
The kiss was allowed, answered by a sweetness he never would have suspected Severus of possessing. It was almost as though Severus…cared, like this meant more to him than the sex.
Harry waved his hand in a vague gesture and Severus watched intently as the semen coating his own stomach disappeared. “I hadn’t realized your skill with wordless magic was so advanced. Do others know you can perform so well?”
Harry met his gaze steadily. “No. I haven’t even told Hermione and Ron. It’s safer for them that way if I ever get hauled in for questioning.”
The penetrating gaze narrowed. “But you don’t worry about putting me in danger, do you?”
“Severus, you’re an accomplished Occlumens. I’m pretty sure you could keep out anybody’s probing. Besides, everyone knows Hermione and Ron are my best friends. So they’re the ones most likely to be questioned about it. Who would think to ask you about my dirty little secrets?”
The expression was blank yet Harry knew the man was thinking it over. “Very well considered. Not at all what I would expect from a Gryffindor,” he added dryly. The Potions master peered down at Harry’s belly. “Aren’t you going to clean yourself off?”
A lazy smile graced Harry’s face. “Not just yet.” He scooped up a bit of his own juice and stuck his fingers into his mouth. Letting his eyes drift shut, he sucked and lapped at the seed, savoring the taste—
--Only to have his hand jerked out of his mouth. Severus deliberately began cleaning off Harry’s fingers with his tongue, holding his gaze all the while.
The sight was so hot and Harry couldn’t hold back his whimper. His cock took an immediate interest, stirring between their bodies, and Harry arched up to hunch against the Slytherin’s thigh.
Severus’s gaze dropped down. “Ready again, I see. Ah, the lovely advantages of youth,” he murmured.
“For an old--” the thin lips tightened, “--er man, you’re not doing so badly yourself,” with a pointed look at Severus’s lazily moving prick.
Which is why Harry once more found himself bent over the desk while Severus pounded into him from behind. “Oh god, yes. YES! Fuck me, Severus!” Harry screamed.
“Not bad for an old man, am I?” Severus ground out. “You like it…rough…like…this? Say it!”
“Yes. Yes!”
“You like being punished, don’t you? All those detentions you instigated. All for this,” Severus panted. When Harry’s arse fluttered and clamped around him, he gave a howl and drove his hips like a man insane.
Neither of them could last for long, not so soon after their initial bout. This time Severus was the one to come first, digging his fingers savagely into Harry’s hips as he thrust up to the hilt. He collapsed over Harry’s body and moments later felt the Gryffindor’s climax come shuddering through him.
The desk was cool and Harry relished the contrast to his own heated skin. Severus didn’t seem inclined to make conversation this time and Harry became aware of the heartbeat insistently thumping against his back, the returning chill of the dungeons…and the lips softly moving across his neck and shoulders.
This was all fantastic but Harry’s legs were starting to cramp from their stretched position. He wriggled slightly and felt Severus move away. He forced himself to stand on shaking legs and wordlessly summoned his clothes. The Potions master was already dressing, his wand making gestures to bring his clothing over his lean body. Harry gazed wistfully as the milky flesh was covered; who knew when he would see it again?
Without another word, Severus moved around the desk again. Re-seating himself he reached into an open drawer. Harry thought he heard a whirring noise before the other man brought out his tape recorder.
“Take this, Mr. Potter. I’m sure you will need it for any further…lessons.” Placing it on the desk, Severus waved Harry away. He stood and exited through another door, doubtless to his private quarters. He did not look back.
Great, it was Potter again? Harry hadn’t expected protests of love, not at this stage of the game. Still a goodbye kiss wasn’t so much to ask for, was it? Shit, what was it going to take?
He looked down at his tape recorder and saw a note attached underneath reading “Play”. Right, this must be his old note. Wait a minute, this was not his handwriting and, as he fumbled at the paper, he began to understand Severus’s last words.
Well. Harry smiled, tucked the machine into his bag and sauntered out of the lab.
Let’s see what the Potions master latest lesson was for him this time.

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