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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 32 - Final Challenge

Harry had been very grateful for the bank holiday Monday, as it gave his sore arse a chance to heal before he had to face any more physical challenges. He had also spent an enjoyable day being thoroughly sated by Severus, who pleasured him time and time again but didn't enter his aching body. As much as he longed for the feeling of being possessed, he knew his partner was right not to fuck him until the tears in his hidden passage had had the chance to close.

He had been unsure of Ron's reaction to him after he had fled. After all, the red-head had said he wanted to be friends again, and Harry was happy to try for that once more, but not if Ron was going to fly off the handle every time Harry did something he didn't agree with.

As it happened, Ron had not known why Harry had run. Oh, he had known that Ginny wanted to talk to him, but she had told her brother no more than that. So, at Auror training, Harry was able to relax and pretend that his backside wasn't throbbing as he waited on the hard wooden chairs.

Still, all that had been over a month ago. He had made his counter offer to Ginny, and, after some to-ing and fro-ing, they had agreed on the part Harry would play to stop Ginny being called several (well deserved) unpleasant names, and to stop her starting any further rumours about him and Snape. It hadn't been a very satisfactory conclusion, but it had at least had the benefit of ending the worry that had gnawed at him and given him nightmares of being jailed in Azkaban with people laughing at him and Snape walking away.

His worst dream had been one where he was in court and Severus had said he had only ever fucked Harry to stop some other wizard being drawn into the Unnatural one's snare. Severus, in the dream, had told of his love for Lily, and how he had always loved her, so was never going to have offspring, which was why he had gone for Harry. Harry should reproduce, but if he chose not to fulfil his duty at least he wasn't entangling some other decent wizard.

In the dream, Harry had sobbed helplessly as all the things Snape had done to him had been read out, and Snape's lip had curled in distaste at the recollections. He had been shamed at Snape's comments: “He is so Unnatural he enjoys being physically injured whilst being penetrated. So many times I coupled with him, disliking the notion and therefore not preparing him as I should have, and no matter how I tried to hurt him, to make him see the wrongness of his behaviour, he merely begged for more abuse!”

And then Severus had turned his back on him and left him to face the disgust and hatred of everyone else alone.

Harry had shoved the memory of the nightmare deep into his subconscious, refusing to examine what it told him about his continuing fears. Instead, he had pushed it all down and focused on getting through the final few challenges that stood between him and passing Auror training.

They had lost one more candidate, leaving just six of them to hopefully make it to the end. But then, one day in late June, they had received a shock.

“You have one final challenge left,” Ben Williams said, looking at the two witches and four wizards. “You will face one final task.”

There had been horrified silence.

“In the field is a simulation of a wizarding village. As a small team you must navigate the perils, the charms, traps, and puzzles to reach the inn. Reach it first, and you pass. Don't reach it or come second, you fail, and get kicked out. Take as long as you need – all week if necessary.”

Harry, Ron and Neville had glanced at one another, already deciding to form one team. But they were stopped. “We've arranged your groups,” Cathasach said. “Meghan Les Prevost, Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, you're one group. Davis Jones, Jenna O'Connor, Harry Potter, you're the other group.”

Harry exchanged horrified looks with Ron and Neville. Either he passed, or they did!

“Now, I'm sure you all have your emergency kits?” Dubhshláine received six nods. “Good, hand over your wands then.”

Unhappily, they passed their wands to him. Harry was just doing so when Ben stopped him, “And your spare, Potter.”

Annoyed, Harry did so. He was now gladder than ever that he'd learnt wandless magic, as something told him this was going to be an absolute nightmare of a task. Frustrated at losing the oak wand, he returned to Davis and Jenna, who were eyeing him with something akin to pity.

“Shall we?” Williams asked, leading the way through the arch and onto their testing ground.

Wherever they had gone, snow lay thickly on the ground. The village was quite similar to Hogsmeade with a few alterations – there was one narrow high street with houses and shops on either side. At one end, where they stood, was a road leading off to lonely fields. At the other end was a large pub, brightly lit, and displaying two crossed wands as its sign. The street was only a quarter of a mile long, but none of them were fooled into thinking the task would be easy.

Williams told them that they had ten minutes in which they could plan their angle of attack, and then the test would begin. He also made it clear that if they passed the arbitrary line that was formed by the final shops on either side, they would automatically fail. He left them then and they stared hopelessly at their target.

“Now what?” Meghan asked.

Ron and Neville huddled around her and they began whispering together.

Davis looked at Harry and Jenna and pulled them away from their rivals.

“This is wrong,” Harry said, “they've always said that it's about how you cope, more than about who comes first. And how is this a field situation? When would we ever be in competition with other Aurors?”

Jenna looked troubled. “It does seem wrong. Why not do this right at the start if they were never willing to let as many people as possible pass? And how does this seem fair that we could lose based on luck more than anything else?!”

“Look,” Davis said, “this is what it is. So stop whining. We need to be beat them.”

“Do we?”

Davis looked irritated. “What do you mean, 'Do we'? Of course we do!”

“Did Ben say the teams had to be three people each? He just said small teams. What if we ignore the rules and all work together? One team. We all pass, or we all fail.” Jenna stood glaring at Davis, her arms folded. Her voice had been loud enough to carry to the other trio. Neville had glanced up, her words striking a chord.

“She's right,” Neville said, joining in. “Why do we have to have two teams of three? Why not one team of six? We'd be more likely to pass if we all worked together.”

After some rebellious muttering, most of it coming from Davis, they had agreed to ignore what they had been told and work together.

Dubhshláine appeared amongst them. “Well done. You passed part of the test. I'm glad you decided solidarity was more important than winning, that's an important quality in an Auror. But now, you really do need to complete this task. But for the challenge you're all working alone. You won't be able to see or communicate with any of the other trainees. Before 8pm tonight, you have to get into the pub. That's all. The usual scoring system applies, but the pass mark is 290. 100 points come from getting into the pub, so fail that and it doesn't matter how good you are, you've failed.”

He vanished, and with him went the other five trainees. Harry knew they must still be there, but he couldn't see or hear them. He stretched his hands out and bumped into someone. Apologising automatically, he wondered if the other candidate had said sorry to an invisible person as he just had.

Sparks lit the sky and the test began.

Calling the cloak out of the mokeskin pouch, Harry threw it over himself, hating the snow that would show his every footstep even whilst invisible. He looked about him. Ahead was a large brick wall with a message written on it. It was blocking access to the rest of the alleyway. He figured that this was the first puzzle.

'What tastes better than it smells? Touch it to the glowing brick to move on.'

Harry stared. What the hell?!

This was the kind of thing Severus was good at, and he was pants at. He looked around him for any items that might be used to touch the glowing purple brick. There was a barrel toppled over, half buried in the snow, the snow itself, and not much else. Harry stuck his tongue out to taste a snowflake. Did the flake taste better than it smelt? How on earth could you tell? Taste and smell were so subjective. He loved the taste of Snape's semen on his tongue, but others wouldn't. Besides, he'd kill anyone who tried to taste the fluid that belonged to him.

He sniffed around him. There was almost no smell with the falling snow obscuring so much. He was afraid that it was landing on his cloak, making him all too easy to see. His cloak was another riddle – it was visible and invisible at the same time. Was it something like that? Something that was messing with language?

What if it was something of his that needed to touch the brick? It had to be part of his body, after all, the puzzle setters couldn't know what items each of them had in their emergency kits. So, what could he use to touch?

Well, hands were the obvious ones, and his nose, he guessed; his tongue could lick the brick (urgh) and he could try to kick it too. Harry didn't want to try something and have it be wrong, as he was sure each wrong answer would lose him valuable points. Doing some quick mental calculation he knew he could only afford one mistake per test (at most!) if he stood any chance of passing.

He was mulling over the possibilities when he heard Snape's voice in his head, “Idiot! It's obvious!” Not knowing if he was hallucinating, imagining, or really hearing Severus, he felt the fool, as the answer suddenly leapt to the eye. He lifted the cloak and just pressed the tip of his tongue against the purple brick. At once it shivered and the wall disappeared.

He had done it!

Harry had no idea how the test worked for the others now he'd done it, but just hurried quickly forward before a new wall sprang up with a new puzzle. He lowered the cloak back down, and sidled close to the nearest building, trying to make less obvious foot prints by walking along close to the wall, where the snow hadn't settled so thickly.

Standing still, he assessed his new surroundings. On a roof on the other side of the street he could see a tall figure looking down intently. Near the pub itself was a figure patrolling back and forth by the door. Further up the small street was a troll, chained in place but swinging a dangerous looking club. Nearer to him was a large wardrobe that rocked violently – a Boggart, he supposed. And those were just the threats he could see!

Walking up the street was what the trainers expected him to do, so he determined not to. Focusing on his need to pass and get back to Severus, Harry wandlessly cast 'Wingardium Leviosa' and drifted lazily into the air, floating to a rest on the steep rooftop of the shop he had been standing by. A little giddy at the abrupt change in altitude, Harry clutched at the chimney, welcoming the warmth that spread through him. Hanging on, he pulled Snape's map out of the pouch and spelled it to work for his current location. He looked down on the dots moving about, seeing where his five invisible peers were. Neville was still behind the wall, as was Davis. Meghan, Ron and Jenna were all on the street, proceeding cautiously over the cobbles, tense for the next problem.

Harry made his way very carefully along the rooftop, crawling along the apex of the roof, a hand and knee on either side of it to stabilise him. It was a tricky manoeuvre and Harry had to give it his full attention.

Opposite him he saw the watching man suddenly jerk into life and start aiming spells down into the street. Harry felt sorry for whoever was getting that attack but couldn't risk looking. Instead he thought and aimed to disarm the attacker. He couldn't chance doing something that might knock the man to the ground and injure him, and he didn't want to give away his position, so crawled away quickly after casting Expelliarmus, incredibly grateful to Severus for teaching him that wandless spell so well.

After nearly an hour of slipping along the connected roofs, he reached the end of the street, and a large square without cover that had to be traversed if he was to reach the pub and pass. Though how anyone expected them to get into the pub when there was someone guarding the entrance was anybody's guess.

He drifted down, levitating lightly onto an upright barrel that had only a slight dusting of snow on its top. His eyes watched the guard, wondering if there was a pattern to the movements that he could exploit. There wasn't. Although the man went back and forth, he sometimes took a long time, and at others turned suddenly back round as if sensing someone close by.

It was infuriating and concerning.

What would happen if I just Petrified him?

Carefully, Harry cast the charm and watched the man topple painlessly backwards into a snow drift. He leapt down and rushed for the pub door. Tugging it open he felt the wave of heat hit him as he reached inside and pulled off the cloak.

Ben Williams and Sach Dubhshláine both stared at him.

“It's hardly been an hour and a half!” Ben gasped. “No-one's ever been that quick before!”

Harry sat by the fire, warming his toes, and then he felt guilty. The others were still trying to pass, and he was lazing about.

“Anything stopping me helping my class mates?” he asked.

Ben and Sach exchanged looks. “Not at all, but they still can't see or hear you.”

Harry didn't worry about that. He strode back out into the street.

Now that he didn't have to worry about passing, it was easy to go back to the start and write the word 'Tongue' in glowing letters on the wall that still stumped Davis. (Harry really hoped the other wizard had been given the same puzzle as he had.) Davis obviously tried it, as he was soon moving past the obstacle and into the street.

Harry looked at the map, Neville was trying to pass the Boggart without setting it off. Idly wondering if Neville still feared Severus, Harry cast a spell that chained the door handles together and wrote a message in the air to let Neville know that it was safe.

Neville went stock still.

Harry felt annoyed, but understood Neville's reluctance. If he, Harry, had seen strange writing, he would have been wary too.

'Neville. It's Harry. Trust me.'

That, he decided, would have to do. If Neville still didn't want to trust after seeing that, there was nothing Harry could do to help. He padded over to the troll that was roaring and swinging its club with menace. On the map, Meghan and Ron were both cowering nearby.

It took only moments to magically pull the club out of the troll's hand and send it flying through the air back to the starting area. He watched with satisfaction as his two friends hurried past and made their way ever closer to the pub.

On the map, Jenna was standing in one spot, barely moving. Harry couldn't understand why. He could see up ahead and there was nothing there to be causing her a problem, and then he nearly fell into the hole she was in himself. To him the hole was empty, but he knew Jenna was down there, probably convinced she would fail.

Remembering Neville's reaction to unseen help, Harry sent a message drifting down to her:

'Jenna. I know you're stuck. It's Harry. I'm going to try and levitate you out.'

He gave her a chance to read it and then cast the spell.

Nothing happened. He supposed he should have expected that – after all, he didn't really know where Jenna was. Sighing he sent another message down:

'I'm coming down. Together we can both get out.'

It was no easy task to make clear how they were to escape when neither person could see the other, but they managed in the end. He saw the imprint she made as she landed in the snow. Saw too, her writing six letters in the snow: T H A N K S.

With Harry running interference, and with the guard Petrified, the other five trainees made it into the pub very quickly. As each crossed the threshold they popped back into Harry's sight. They jumped and laughed and hugged Harry thanking him for his assistance. Davis, the last to arrive, glowered, feeling annoyed that he'd needed help.

After allowing them to celebrate for a few moments, Ben waved them into chairs. “Well, that was better than we normally do. We've had every last candidate fail that. I think you five should be very grateful to Potter.”

Jenna took Harry's hand and squeezed it. He smiled at her, embarrassed by the attention.

“Now, scores,” Sach said, and waved at a chalk board clearing it and putting up instead each trainee's name and the various tests that had had to be faced:

Jones, Davis: Wall: /34; Rooftop attack /33; Boggart /33; Troll /33; Hole /33; Guard /34; Pub /100; Total mark: /300 (%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Everyone else's was the same, except, obviously, it had their name at the start of the list.

Ben spoke as they all gazed at the board, waiting for the numbers to go up. “If you didn't face a particular test because you avoided it, that means you get full marks for that task.

There was silence as the board glowed and all the gaps were filled in:

Jones, Davis: Wall: 24/34; Rooftop attack 33/33; Boggart 33/33; Troll 33/33; Hole 33/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 290/300 (97%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Les Prevost, Meghan: Wall: 33/34; Rooftop attack 33/33; Boggart 33/33; Troll 27/33; Hole 33/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 293/300 (98%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Longbottom, Neville: Wall: 32/34; Rooftop attack 30/33; Boggart 30/33; Troll 33/33; Hole 33/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 292/300 (97%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

O'Connor, Jenna: Wall: 34/34; Rooftop attack 33/33; Boggart 33/33; Troll 33/33; Hole 27/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 294/300 (98%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Potter, Harry: Wall: 34/34; Rooftop attack 33/33; Boggart 33/33; Troll 33/33; Hole 33/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 300/300 (100%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Weasley, Ronald: Wall: 32/34; Rooftop attack 33/33; Boggart 33/33; Troll 27/33; Hole 33/33; Guard 34/34; Pub 100/100; Total mark: 292/300 (97%); Pass mark 290/300 (97%)

Harry stared in utter disbelief. Full marks. He had got full marks! And everyone, even Davis, had passed!

They all burst out at once – whooping, screaming and laughing in relief. They had passed!

Sach and Ben let them have their moment and then Sach said, “Yes, you've all passed. I'm really pleased with the result. Kingsley will be thrilled that so many of you will become Aurors.”

He smiled and suddenly his stern face that had rather intimidated them since January became warm and pleasant. “Now, go home and enjoy yourselves for a few weeks. We'll be speaking to Aurors about getting you paired up and out there in the real field soon, but til August at least, go and have a break!”

Harry grinned. A break, how wonderful! A chance to spend lots of time with Severus. Maybe even take Teddy out on a day trip. He felt his heart fill with his joy. He tried to listen to what their teachers were saying, but he felt too damned pleased. It was only when his name was called that he looked up.

“Hmm, maybe we have made a mistake?”

“W – What?” Harry stuttered, aware of everyone's eyes on him.

“Oh dear,” Ben shook his head in mock sadness, “is this the way a future Auror leader behaves?”

Harry felt a sudden curl of unease. Surely they weren't going to give him that stupid award? He hadn't come close to earning it, but no, there the two men were, holding out a small golden trophy that was shaped like a pointed hat. It sat on an ebony base and had golden words on its front:

Future Auror Leader In The Making

On the back was a list of names in silver and gold with dates next to them. Harry saw his own name and the date appear at the end of the list and felt a mixture of pride and self-loathing.

“I – I don't deserve this,” he choked out, aware of Davis sending death glares his way.

Sach shook his head. “Look,” he said, “this isn't awarded every time, you know. Only to someone who is outstanding. And, not to give you a big head there, Potter, but going back out there today and helping everyone was damned impressive!”

“W – Was it just because of that?” Harry asked, mouth dry.

“Of course not! We've been keeping an eye on all the trainees all along, hoping someone would warrant this. It's been a close call between you and another for a while, but today's little gimmick sealed it.”

“Th – Thanks,” Harry managed, his throat closing up.

It took him far longer than he wished to get away and go back through the archway, retrieve his two wands and head back to the atrium before he could apparate back to Spinner's End. His head was a whirl of congratulations and a constant feeling of not having deserved the trophy. He had stuffed it into his mokeskin pouch, as though embarrassed to be seen with the award.

At the house he saw a letter sitting on the mantelpiece with his name on and opened it

Dear Mr Potter,

Following communications from a Potions Master (level one), we are pleased to consider you for the title of Potions Master (level three) due to your recent work as part of your training to become an Auror.

A representative from the Potion Masters Guild will visit you at a time convenient to discuss potion making with you and assess your suitability to be awarded the rank.

I look forward to producing the report, and hope to welcome you to the ranks of Potions Masters!

Hemlock Polonium

Potions Master (level one)

Harry stared and felt a blush creep up his face. He knew who was responsible for this! He marched into the laboratory and opened his mouth ready to challenge Severus, but the older man was decanting a cauldron full of liquid into smaller bottles. As it was a precise job, and the culmination of hours of work, Harry didn't interrupt. He did watch and, despite himself, felt his annoyance ebbing as he took in the appealing form of the man he slept with. Harry rarely got the chance to admire the muscles in Snape's back, but they were well made and although not bulging, clearly developed and strong.

He felt his own area bulging and rubbed a hand across his crotch, trying to ease the ache that came on so quickly when he was near this man.

“Harry,” Severus spoke without turning his head. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his face was flushed with his exertions, “I'll be with you shortly. There's a letter for you, did you see it?”

“Oh, I saw it,” Harry said, his tone making Severus throw him a wary glance.

He let Snape finish and levitate the jars into a crate before challenging him, “You did this, didn't you?”

Severus pushed his long sweaty hair off his face and looked at Harry and at the letter waving in Harry's hand. “Not knowing what was in the letter, I can hardly comment,” he began, “however, if it contains a letter from the Potion Masters Guild, then yes, I contacted them.”

“Why?!” Harry asked, completely baffled. “I'm never going to pass their stupid assessment, so what's the point?!”

Rolling his shoulders, Severus walked out of the hot room and back into the main house. He drank down a large glass of water before facing Harry, “Perhaps you think I have softened since parting your legs and buggering you senseless?”

Harry stared at Severus in shock. He, Harry, sometimes spoke crudely about what they did, Severus rarely did. To hear their mutual pleasure dismissed like that made him feel ill. “No, I don't think that...”

“Good. When it comes to my professional reputation, no fondness for you would alter my opinion. I contacted Potions Master Polonium as I felt, as an experienced Potions maker, that you were sufficiently skilled to be awarded the rank too.” His dark eyes bored into Harry's. “As for failing, did you really think I wouldn't prepare you and make sure you'd pass? If I recommend you and you fail, it reflects poorly on me. Idiot.”

Harry almost grinned at the insult. He was so used to hearing it that it didn't annoy him. Plus, knowing his man, he knew it was really a term of endearment. “O – okay.” he said, his other triumphs having been driven from his mind by the shock of the letter.

“You'll be seeing more of me for a month,” he said slyly, talking around his news. He sidled up to Severus and slid his hand into the older man's.

“Oh?” Snape polished off another drink and moved into the living room, tugging Harry along behind him gently. “Why?”

“I've finished with Auror training.”

Snape frowned at him. “Surely, after coming so far, you haven't failed now?”

“Aren't you a little ray of sunshine?!” Harry mocked, “No, I passed. I'm going to be teamed up with an Auror in August at some point, but til then, I'm a free agent!”

Severus pulled him close. “Truly?”

Harry grinned at him. “Truly. Oh, and I won the stupid award too!”

Sliding a warm hand under Harry's top, Severus said, “Well, perhaps a celebration is in order,”

Snape just brushed his lips against Harry's neck, his tongue slicking out to slide on the skin, and feel the racing pulse underneath. His hand brushed one pebbled nipple which made Harry's body jerk with pleasure. Moving slowly across the skin, he pinched hard at the other nub, loving the way the younger wizard shrieked and ground his hips up, clearly wanting more.

He pulled the t-shirt off and just gazed for long moments at the heaving chest, with those two dark splodges rising and falling with each panted breath.

“Touch me!” Harry begged as Severus didn't move. “Please, please, touch me!”

Snape stepped backwards, much to Harry's surprise. “Stay here. Don't move,” he ordered. He ran up to his room, gathered up a few items and hurried back down. He was pleased to see Harry had obeyed, his hands clenching at his side to avoid the temptation.

Severus bent his head and kissed the nipple, enjoying the long groan that was forced free of the younger man. Lapping at it, he slid one item into a palm and snapped it onto the wet hard nub.

Wailing at the intense feeling, Harry reached out to grab Severus.

“No! Don't move!” Almost sobbing, Harry's arms dropped, shaking a little.

Severus moved so that he was standing behind Harry. He ground his hardness against the perfect ass and rubbed his hands over the front, finding the one free nipple and pinching and twisting it relentlessly until Harry threw his head back and screamed for Severus to stop his torment.

“Are you hard?” Snape asked, voice silky.

Harry nodded. He was so hard he was sure he was going to burst.

“Then come!”

His balls clenched at the words and his semen surged up his shaft and exploded out of his sensitive tip. He shrieked as Severus clamped his other nipple just as he came; the contrast of the sharp bite of the metal teeth and his own tingling cock was too much. He sagged, but the older man held him upright, fingers pressing against the metal things biting cruelly into Harry's flesh.

A hand slid down and undid his trousers, pushing them and his sticky underwear over his hips to puddle on the floor. Snape undid his own clothes and freed his desperate length. As hungry as he was for Harry, he knew he had to use some lubricant and reached out an arm for where a bottle stood on a counter top. Fucking, as they did, in any room in the house, the Potions Master had thought it wise to ensure there were always jars of lubricant to hand.

Now, he uncorked it and slicked it over his prick, eyes fluttering shut at the feel. In front of him, Harry moaned as he heard the sound of Snape preparing himself to claim what was his.

“Bend over,” Snape ordered, “Grab onto the counter. Do not let go!”

Harry complied, dick hard again, and he longed for it to be touched, but Snape had other ideas. He parted the buttocks and stared at where he was about to enter.

Harry ground his teeth, being looked at like that made him feel so vulnerable. He whimpered.

Severus smiled and slammed his dick straight into Harry all the way to the hilt.

Harry screamed as the cock plunged into him, forcing its way past his entrance and ramming down his tight channel. He tossed his head helplessly, wanting, needing, Severus to start moving in him.

Behind him, Severus bent over, his chest pressed against the smooth back. He slid his hands onto quivering stomach muscles and up, tugging on the clamped nubs.

“Are you hard?” He repeated the question and Harry nodded desperately, his eyes tearing at the pain in his body that made him want more and more.

Snape pulled out and walked away from his willing bedfellow. He sat on a chair he had conjured, dick standing proud, and crooked a finger to indicate Harry was to come over to him. Trembling with need, Harry went.

“Bring the handcuffs,” Snape ordered and Harry had to turn and bend down to pick up the metal item.

Severus cast a spell on the back of the chair and a metal ring appeared at the very top of its back. He closed the cuff around one of Harry's wrists then fed the opened end through the ring. Harry was trapped by the other metal hoop snapping shut and he stared, a little lost. Other than on Severus' birthday, they hadn't used the toys Harry had bought. Now he was cuffed to the chair, and Severus was sitting in it, looking up at him, passion burning in his black eyes.

“Ride me,” he commanded, “ride me if you want to come.”

Harry clambered into the chair, straddling Severus. Snape pulled Harry's body into the right position and held his prick still as the quivering entrance rested on the tip. Tentatively, Harry began to push down, but Severus grabbed his hips and forced Harry's channel all the way down onto his slick cock.

Head thrown back at the pain and pleasure of it, Harry rode Severus, whimpering for the other to come, to let him come, to do something! Snape was gasping, but he still ignored the dripping dick between the tense thighs. Instead he focused again on those clamped nubs and pulled on the metal, holding them, so every time Harry lifted up, the clamps tugged painfully at his trapped flesh.

He squealed each time, but kept ramming himself onto the thick prick, his own erection leaking continually as the thickness within him slammed against his prostrate. He ground up and down relentlessly, balls swinging with the force of his movements, driving the length he craved so much deep into his body. He grasped it tightly, wanting it so much, and wanting his own release.

“Stop moving,” Severus panted and Harry had to bite back a scream of frustration. He had to come, he had to feel that shaft spurting into him, he had to ride it until they were both too tired to move!

“Stop it!” Snape gasped as Harry's hips kept rocking up and down, unable to still in his blind passion. He grabbed Harry's hips and pulled them firm against his thighs, holding the twitching pelvis immobile.

Buried so deeply within Harry, Severus just wanted to let his climax come and coat every inch of Harry's insides with his seed; he wanted to claim this body so completely that Harry would never be able to move without thinking of how much he belonged to the other man; he wanted every person in the world to know that Harry was his. He revelled in the control he had over this beautiful, independent young man.

“Are you hard?” He asked again, ignoring the obvious erection that twitched between them.

“Yes,” Harry panted, nearly mindless with need, “yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Good, now ride me. Ride me until we both come.”

“God, yes, yes!”

Harry jerked his hips up and began thrusting onto the shaft still buried within him. He rode up and down frantically, his hair sticking to his sweaty face. His arms trembled, unable to help him quicken his pace as much as he wanted to. He leant down and kissed Severus, tongue tangling in his blind need.

His body pounded down onto the cock and he felt the final sweet feeling of Severus swelling that last amount within him; he knew the other man was close. He almost snarled into the other man's mouth as he drove his desperate body again and again onto the hard prick and simply shook, mouth wide open, unable to even scream as he felt the heat of Severus squirt into him and his own balls tightened so much they hurt and his cock jerked wildly, untouched, semen shooting out of it.

Crying at the feeling of finally finally having come, he slumped against the chair, ass lifting so that Snape's dick could slither out of him, and he could rest his shivering body against his shaking arms.

He gave a twist and made a noise of complaint as Severus unclamped his nipples and magically unlocked the handcuffs. His body was too aroused to want to be touched. All he longed to do was stay still for a long time, maybe until he died, and never let anyone near his cock, ass, or nipples ever again.

“Acceptable?” Severus asked softly, understanding how far he had pushed Harry.

A groan was his answer.

Severus didn't move. His hands stroked gently over skin that twitched under his touch. He cupped the buttocks and rubbed one finger against the still spasming entrance. Harry begged then, “Please, God, please, no more!”

Snape smiled at the younger man's complete subjugation. “Congratulations on winning the award,” he whispered, fingers still touching the entrance he had so thoroughly taken.

Harry groaned and pressed trembling lips close to Snape's ear. “Please,” he pleaded, “please don't touch me. I – I can't take any more.”

Severus smiled and whispered back. “You can.”

Harry shuddered.
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