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Working in Kind	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Warning: dirty dirty huffy-puffy! Some for shizzle dirty talk...
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Working in Kind
Chapter Six – Bound and Dirty
“Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.” – Woody Allen
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Harry Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and victor against Voldemort, sat perspiring and mumbling to himself in the chair proffered him by Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts. Severus Snape was leaning against a near wall, a smile playing at his lips, and a bit too smug for the occasion. Why was the most feared Potion's Master so smug you ask?
“I assume you understand what it means to be bonded, Harry?”
Swallowing around the tightness in his throat, Harry nodded.
“Then we will start,” she said standing.
Fifteen minutes before...
“I will not! I tell you,” Harry said angrily advancing on Snape from across the room. Minerva was sitting behind the desk with her eyes cast on the two supposed adult wizards arguing before her.
“It is what is best,” Snape replied evenly. His position was near the wall, favoring his arms across his chest. Harry held back his rage, remembering that his headmistress was still in the room.
“I will find another solution.” He was not convinced he could but something had to be done so he did not end up bonded to Severus Snape who had betrayed every bit of trust he had left in him.
“Oh? And what might that be, Mister Potter?”
It was a simple enough question, but one that had no answer at present. Tight-lipped, Harry glared from across the room at the man. There was a confident expression on his face that told Harry he believed he was victorious. Fact of the matter was, despite his every word, he had no other alternative. His body was already showing signs of need and yearning. If he could bound up all of his desires and toss them into the lake, he would.
Instead, here he was, breathing heavily in both a rage and arousal, unaware to the watchful eyes of his headmistress. If he had turned to look, he would have seen the small smile that passed over her lips before she hushed the two men.
“Professors,” she chided and effectively drawing their attention. “Unless you intend to bond this evening, I have obligations in which need attending. Thus, are we in agreement or not on whether the bonding shall take place?”
Harry was at a loss for words. If he was to deny the bonding, he would more than likely be facing Malfoy in the morning. Deciding that Snape was the lesser of two evils, he merely nodded.
At present...
Before she could start, however, Harry turned to Snape. “I just have one question...” Snape quirked a brow. “What's in it for you?”
There was moments of silence, and Harry almost thought Snape would ignore his question, but Snape smirked while leaning closer to Harry. Speaking barely above a whisper, his voice flowed through him like the richest chocolate. “You, Mister Potter.”
His flesh prickled, and his breathing hitched but it looked like Minerva had not heard the answer because she merely waved her wand impatiently.
“Join hands,” she said simply. Harry breathed out his frustrations and took the older man's hands in his. The spark of heat that ignited between their palms sent a series of jolts to wrack havoc on his form. The pads of callused thumbs ran over the surface of his hand, and his knees started to weaken at the contact. Sensations like these were why Harry had difficulty keeping his calm.
“Repeat after me,” Minerva started as she wove magic around their joined hands. “Magicae vinculum meum et animam meam ad te in æternum.”
The two repeated it, Harry softer than his counterpart. Sparks between their hands jolted him, sending him forward with the heat that ran through him like a fire. Gold magic interlaced with indigo, winding and weaving around their joined hands and then enclosing their bodies. A rush of heat once more shot through him. His eyes closed to the pleasure that roamed through him, drowning him as if deep underwater.
“Oh my,” he heard her say, but it was as if he had water in his ears. Pleasure curled his hands into the other, and he sought purchase for the air around him, gasping in sorbid amounts in attempts at removing the dizzy feeling of drowning.
“It is as I first imagined,” she continued from beyond the surface of his bliss-induced haze. “...how baffling that you would be true soul mates, Severus.”
Harry was finally able to catch his breath as the haze disappated. Opening his eyes, he saw Minerva smiling, and Snape was watching him with an intensity that stole his breath right from him. The hands interlacing with his drew his attention, and he quickly pulled his away, rubbing them on the tops of his trousers.
“Pardon,” he asked softly.
“You and Severus are soul mates,” she replied with gleam in her eyes. “I had my theories but not many have I met in a time...not since your parents, Harry.”
Harry swayed and hands steadied his careening form. He looked over to Snape who stood with an unreadable expression before turning back to Minerva. “I do not quite...”
“You are, in lesser words, meant to be together. Magical kind as ourselves have soul mates in which their magic seeks out. Your magic, Harry, perfectly fits with Severus'. It is a wonder how until now, we knew nothing of it. No matter,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I assume you have much to do so I will bid you good night.”
Harry stared at her blankly, still unable to understand her meaning before he was pulled by his upper arm from the room.
“Good night Minerva,” Snape said from beside him. “I expect that you will make the adjustments to our living quarters, and I will turn in the necessary documents to the Ministry in face of the bonding.”
Harry was pulled from the room with a jerk, and he absently followed the other still perplexed by their current state of circumstances. Soul mates? Did that truly exist? Harry had never believed in such things. As it was, he never much believed anything as he had for a time, very little of his own life to live.
Stumbling, they made it into Snape's rooms without Harry having noticed. When the door closed behind him, he was suddenly back against the hard wood surface, mouth consumed in heat, and body molded to a certain Potion's Master. He gasped in surprise only for his mouth to be filled with a searching, nimble tongue. It drew out a groan deep in his throat as he was kissed absolutely silly.
Clawing at the robes in front of him, Harry returned the heat consuming him with his own passion. His body was trembling beneath him as his mouth searched the other, claiming what it could in the process. A rumbling groan answered his compliancy and soon he was being pulled hard against the body before him, hands prying at his backside and a hard length thrusting against his clenched stomach.
Throwing his head back, the friction that caused jolts to run down the length of his legs and another series of moans to leave unbidden from his lips. “Bloody hell...”
“You, Harry, are only truly honest when affected by pleasure,” Snape's voice was husky with lust. Harry knew he should be fighting but something about being near the man before him, encompassed by the wizard's heat, made him weak to his inner fight. “I shall enlighten you on the true ecstasy in submission.”
Oh and did Harry want to submit. He wanted to throw himself right to Snape's mercy. Forget all of the betrayal and all of the past and just surrender his everything to his dominating partner. Of course that would be the route anyone that was a prisoner to their pleasure would take. Not Harry. He was full of fight and so with every bit of willpower he had left in his numb-with-pleasure form, he pushed the man away.
Snape was unguarded in his expression of total shock. A pride welled up inside him upon making the ever unreadable potion's professor surprised. Harry was breathing heavily, and his body was starting to betray him; despite it all, he kept the man from him with a steady gaze.
“I think you forget that even if we are bonded or...soul mates for that matter,” he breathed. “It does not discount the betrayal in your previous actions.” The weight of the man was heavy against his hands. He could feel his arms quivering against it. Still, he held his ground and continued to breathe away the rush of heat that threatened to crumble his resolve.
Snape gave him a long look before he was grabbing the shaking hands holding him at bay and slammed them above Harry, imprisoning them against the door. “I admire your fight, Harry. I commend you on the great effort you have put forth.” Then the man was leaning, his hot breath falling upon kiss-swollen lips, startling Harry's body with another series of shivers. “However, I will have you writhing beneath me tonight. You shall be so overcome by pleasure that you will implore me to take you before you go mad with your hunger.”
Harry was losing his fight as the seductive words broke down his will. Dark depths held his emerald-eyed gaze before Snape was hovering over his lips. Then he was speaking, the soft, butterfly touches to his own hungry lips causing a small spark. “Make no mistake, Harry, you will beg me to end your torment.”
Harry shuddered violently as fingers trailed the sensitive flesh of his neck before skimming over his collarbone. His breath hitched as the teasing touch of lips roamed over his cheek before hovering over the shell of his ear. Another shiver and the man's voice was velvet against his now melting resolve. “So how should I proceed then...” Fingers crawled their way over his shirt, skimming his alert nubs before trailing further and causing his stomach to spasm as they drew over it. “Shall I abandon you to your need? Or...would you much rather urge me to satiate it...”
Harry could not seem to find the ability to breathe let alone speak. Snape was turning his body, his mind, and most of all, his will against him with those bewitching words and whisper of touches. He wanted more, and his body was searching for it. Before he could fight it again, he was moaning and pushing his body lustfully against the other. The hand on his stomach pushed him firmly against the door, halting his movements and causing him to huff with frustration.
“Plead me, Harry.”
Harry intensified his gaze at the man, his body still betraying him, but his mind focusing with the demand. “I will not...” he stated breathlessly. The hand against him pulled his shirt from him, exposing him to the hard gaze of the man's lustful eyes.
“Would you not prefer to beseech me and have my mouth tasting the flesh of your stomach...”
Harry bit his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. “I-I...”
Snape was worrying the lobe of his ear between his teeth before he was nipping a trail down the column of Harry's neck. “You are much too delectable. It would be such a waste to not taste you, but I will not until I have you begging me for it.” Snape pulled away, and Harry let out a shuddered breath. He was consumed with his need and despite his every effort, he needed it after a brutal fight with his resolve.
Licking his lips and closing his eyes, he whispered, “Please...”
Heat encased his lips and a hot mass pilliaged his mouth deriving a needy moan in its wake. He pushed against his imprisoned wrists before they were released, and he wrapped them around the neck of the taller wizard. Snape was lifting him bodily beneath his thighs, forcing him to wrap them around before he was being carried into another room.
He was thrown to silky bedsheets, his body free of the constraints of clothing, and lips once more claiming his in another passionate kiss. Hands roamed his flesh, scorching and electrifying it. He was so sensitive with need that he was moaning and mewling at the amazing sensations that were encasing his body.
“Oh Merlin,” he rasped as a perk nipple was enclosed into a wet, hot mouth. It had him reeling backwards as the pleasure it induced wracked his form with relentless shudders. Snape was sucking the flesh with great suction, drawing Harry's voice over and over with unrestrained pitch. Harry wanted to mold himself to the man's form. The skin was so delicious against his own as his hands roamed over the broad back of his previous professor. He raked his nails over scarred flesh causing his captor to groan in response.
Harry cradled the man's torso in between his legs as Snape snaked his way downwards. Kisses were pressed sporatically over Harry's flesh and soon he could feel the warm breath upon the neediest part of him. Harry wove his fingers through silky tresses before moaning, “Please Sev...oh Merlin...please.” His heavy breaths filled the room as the man's lips pressed a small kiss to the beading pre-come. Finally, a wet heat swallowed swollen flesh, running a firm but spongy tongue over the underside and encasing his length. Harry threw his head back and clenched his fingers in the older wizard's locks.
“Bloody hell!” the tongue twisted around the crown of his erection and caused Harry to unintentionally thrust his hips. Hands held his hips firmly, and he was once more encased in the savage heat. Nothing had felt so incredible. Harry could have never imagined in his wildest fantasies the pleasure now wracking his form. It was not long before he felt the clenching of his lower parts and the peak of his pleasure. He rolled his hips and thrust shallow into the heat of Snape's mouth. He was a mess of curses as he came in hot spurts down the man's throat. His body arched away from the bed almost impossibly, and he was crying out in a voice he would have never recognized to be his own. “Fuck!”
When he came down from his high, he was boneless and numb against silk sheets. Snape was coating his fingers in a glistening oil and if not for his state of disarray, he might wonder why. Instead, he watched lazily from below, the numb satisfication of his body making him forget anything and everything. However, as soon as Snape's fingers ran over his puckered entrance and then penetrated slowly, Harry was pulled from his haze.
“T-that..”
“Did I not say I would take you the entire night, Harry?” Snape's smirk was not lost on Harry, but he had no time in which to respond as the length of the man's finger sent him reeling backwards. It was an odd sort of sensation. His body fought against it, but the sliding digit continued despite it. Snape hovered over him, sweat beading his pale flesh, and his hair falling like silk threads partially hiding his face beneath them. If not for the odd feeling in his backside, Harry might marvel at the enticing image. Instead, he was groaning as another finger was added. It felt tight, and he stiffened.
“Relax,” Snape said smoothly before thrusting the digits with a bit more vigor. Harry gasped against the sensation of it. Sparks from below renewed his softening flesh. His eyes trailed over the man between his legs and the blush erupted as he saw the rather large, thick length standing at attention below a black thatch of hair. Oh Merlin...the man was huge.
Another digit sliced into him, and Harry couldn't breath as he was stretched impossibly from below. The man's mouth covered his own and a tongue teased his, temporarily catching him off guard. He moaned into the other mouth as renewed arousal caused his prick to jump with interest. Soon, the fingers inside him were running against a spot that hitched his breathing for an entirely new reason. The sparks of heat went straight to his groin and aroused his forgotten pleasure, it surfacing with each brush.
Snape was then covering his large, pulsating length with the lubrication. It was a sight that caused Harry's prick to harden impossibly. Elegant and long fingers ran over velvety flesh, slickening it with oil. It was an image he put aside for another day because then the head of the older wizard's large erection was pressed against his well prepared pucker. Oh bloody hell...the pain was excruciating as the crown pushed past the tense ring of muscle.
Harry fisted the sheets into his hands and cried out against the pain. It was more than he had ever expected and the tears that burned in his eyes attested to that fact. Still, Snape was pushing within him. Shallowing his thrusts with a slow roll of his hips, he slid into Harry's body. Then lips were pressing into his and whispering against him.
“Relax, Harry.” He tried to breathe against the pain and did his best to relax. More of the length entered his body and soon he found that the pain was not as bad as it had been. With a small push, the man was buried fully into him. His soften prick was grabbed between them and pumped, eliciting sparks of pleasure. He was breathless against the odd mixture of pleasure and pain. Snape moved painstakingly slow with the first few thrusts before he began to push into Harry a bit faster. Harry clung to the man as if he would fall into darkness at any moment.
It took several long minutes before the man found that spot inside him momentarily causing him to forget the pain in his arse, literally, and arch back in the ripples it created. Oh hell...
“That is your prostate,” the potion's professor informed him with a smirk.
“An anatomy lesson in the middle of you buggering me...really?” Harry said breathlessly. He was silenced with another thrust into the spot and soon he was sputtering curses as the older wizard aimed each one into that very spot. It was heavenly despite the pain. Absolutely bloody heaven in a pain in the arse vial.
It was not long before he was, as proclaimed earlier, writhing beneath Snape with pleasure. While the pain was not totally forgotten, the pleasure elicited from the spot he hit was enough to overpower it and cause Harry to greedily cling and moan as each wave of it wracked his form. He felt dizzy under all the new sensations. However, Snape was relentless in his thrusting.
The speed became erratic and almost violent before Snape was shuddering above him, and his insides were hot with his seed. It felt odd, but then the pad of Snape's thumb ran over his sensitive tip, and Harry was coming, spurting between their bodies in a tsunami of pleasure.
Snape pulled out and laid to the side of him. Harry felt dirty with the semen coating his torso and insides. Sweat covered him head to toe, and he was pretty sure he would never feel his limbs again. Not to mention his arse felt like there was something rammed up tight in there. He was so sensitive that touching anything was painful. Breathing heavily, his heart racing like a rabbit in his chest, Harry closed his eyes. It was the most mind-blowing experience of his life; his arse was sure to never be the same, but if it was like that every time, Harry did not mind so much. .
Harry tried to move, but his backside felt like it was being stabbed straight into his tailbone. He hissed and cursed underneath his breath, stilling his movements.
“Scorgify,” the man said cleansing them of the stickness now drying against their skin. Snape was up, grabbing a few vials from the bedside and then pressing them to Harry's lips. He dutifully swallowed and soon he could feel the pain ebb away into nothing. Thank Merlin for potions...
“Merlin,” he exclaimed after he was able to move his body without pain.
“You may use the shower, and I will have some tea brought afterwards.” Snape was putting on a robe, covering his muscular shoulders but not before Harry could ogle them a bit. There were faded scars all over the smooth backside. Pain shot through his chest as his eyes mapped out the numerous amount of them. He wanted to run his fingers and lips over them, kissing away the hurt Snape must have felt with each. Shoulder beneath the pale skin moved and jut with powerful force as the man's biceps flexed in motion.
After watching the play of muscles in Snape's powerful form, realization of what they had just finished doing washed over him. He held his face in his hands and groaned. He had once more succumbed to the pleasure – to the uncontrollable feels he had for Snape. Snape was a puppet-master when it came to bending Harry to his will. It made the impossibly stubborn and proud Gryffindor in him wonder how it all had come about. However, Harry was starting to accept that Snape and he shared an irresistable attraction that was unavoidable even in wake of his resolve.
Heaving himself from the bed, he ignored the modesty he felt knowing he was trekking to the loo stark naked, and went to take a quick shower.
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When he entered the antechamber, Snape was already sitting with tea in hand, staring at the fire that now filled the room with soft light. He sat beside the man and picked up his own cup. There was a silence before Snape was turning to him.
“I have suspected for a long time,” Snape began. “That we were soul mates. During your school years, I chose to ignore the draw to you, favoring insults and distance. Upon your return to Hogwarts, it was clear that I would no longer be able to avoid it as I had before. Draco had requested that I obtain information on your orientation before you arrived. The night you and I shared a drink, it was then I was unable to allow Draco to have you for himself.”
Harry swallowed around the warm liquid in his mouth and the words now being spoken to him so easily. Was Snape always so much of a talker before this? Despite his inner self reminding him that Snape had deceived him before, he wanted to believe every word that the man was saying to him now. His heart yearned for every word to be true – needed for it to be.
Watching the flames, he stayed silent by the man's side and chose to remain silent for the time. Regardless of how he felt now, he would be bonded to the man for the rest of his life. It would be easier to try to once more trust Severus Snape; the injured part of him wanted to be careful about trusting too quickly.
So they sat, quietly watching the flames and sipping every now and then from their cups. His body started to relax and grow tired from the earlier activities. His eyes grew heavy and then, he was quikcly slipping into darkness, leaning into the form quietly sitting to his side.

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