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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Thank you so much to those that reviewed. I was glad that the last chapter was so well received. I know that the bonding seemed a little quick for some of you (myself included) but will be explained a little further into the story.
Warning: Lots of snark and fluffy in this chapter.
Future Warning: I have added the appropriate additional warnings of mpreg though I am still undecided of whether or not I’ll include it. Reviews about your opinion of this is appreciated.
Chapter Seven
*
Harry’s shoulder was softly shaken awake. “Harry, you need to bathe and then we have a meeting with Minerva,” another voice said, recognizably as literally the man of his dreams – last night’s dreams being quite detailed now that Harry had a true experience with the sensations associated with being buggered senseless.
Finding that the sore backside was unwelcome, Harry groaned and attempted to return to sleep. He heard a soft chuckling sound; ignoring the sharp pain that shot up the length of his spine, Harry opened his eyes and looked over in hopes of catching Severus in the act. To his dismay, the man was just regarding him with a softened expression by the time his vision cleared of the sleep haze.
Harry groaned when he attempted to move again, his body heavy and incredibly stiff. “Dear Merlin, was I done through by a bus?” The other wizard helped him to sit up, offering him a crimson colored vial.
“Unfortunately, such things are unavoidable. The potion should ease most, if not all of your discomfort,” Severus intoned evenly with a small look to the vial Harry had yet to consume. “Take it and then go bathe.”
“Okay,” he agreed easily, finding that he didn’t want to refuse anything that could possible get rid of the ache in his arse. He felt rather dizzy with the new magic resonating within him. He turned towards the other man after barely choking through the disgusting contents of the vial. “Am I supposed to feel like I haven’t slept in years?”
“Another side effect, Harry,” Severus replied nonchalantly. “You have absorbed a good deal of my magic and thus, you will be quite exhausted by it for a time.”
“How long?”
“Each wizard or witch is different. Some take only days while others suffer the effects for as much as a few months’ time. The length of time is also determined by the strength of both bond and magic.”
Basically, both bond and magic were incredibly powerful, or so Harry assumed by what he knew of it all. The reality of just what had transpired the evening before was settling in and causing a plethora of complicated feelings inside him.
He was now bonded to Severus – how strongly, that was yet to be determined. Since he had been raised by muggles -- raised being an operative word -- Harry knew very little of bonding, so he would no doubt need to inquire after it when he spoke with Hermione. Severus had been so severe when he had disclosed how their coupling would lead most likely to a permanent bond – whatever that meant – and though Harry did not regret his decision to, he knew that there was a small question of what this bond could mean for the two of them.
Harry wanted to groan at his inevitable naivety, but instead, stood up and headed for the lavatory. So much for a romantic first morning together. He felt rather unsteady on his feet as he proceeded to wash the last bit of their night together from his body.
*
Harry could barely keep his body from its usual tendency to fidget when under duress. His hands were sitting tightly bound in his lap as Minerva McGonagall regarded them silently from her side of the desk.
“I suspect you understand my reason for asking you here, gentlemen,” she finally said breaking the pregnant pause that had lapsed and also restarting some of Harry’s unavoidable nerves. “It has come to my attention that there was a bond created of extraordinary strength right inside these very walls between two wizards whom I was under a misapprehension had little more than friendship between them. So I must ask: Severus, was this a bond entered willingly?”
Harry wanted to answer, but her eyes had remained severely on Severus. “Yes, headmistress.”
“I confess that I am somewhat skeptical,” she admitted. “I had heard about the new legislation to reinstitute the pure-blood bonding and suspect that half-bloods of great influence will be in some way included in such things, but really Severus, I had thought you would not force Harry into an unwanted bond under such pretense. Granted, I was not aware entirely of your affection for him.”
“The bond in question,” Severus replied with his voice straining slightly, “was already in the midst of being created. As you are well aware, such bonds are not easily dissuaded once the connection has been made.”
“I am fully aware of the process in these bonds, Severus,” McGonagall’s tone chiding. “However, the connection was not yet made and could have been temporarily avoided to give Harry time to fully consider his options. Though Harry is better informed in the wizarding practices then during his school years, I hardly believe he understood the full capacity of such bonds. These bonds are incredibly powerful and undeniable rare. The last being your father and mother, Harry.” Harry wasn’t quite happy with the way he was being talked about as if he wasn’t in the room.
McGonagall turned towards Harry, a look of encouragement mixed with concern. She was obviously worried that Harry had been manipulated into bonding with Severus – as no doubt the entire wizarding community was likely to be. It would be a lie if Harry said he didn’t feel slightly affronted by it – he was a grown wizard and entirely capable of making his own decisions – but he understood their concern.
Harry could see Severus beside him prickling with the accusation. He stepped in out of fear that Severus would lose that cool, unaffected exterior. “I agreed to it and understood what I was essentially agreeing, headmistress.”
“I presume that you understand just what kind of bond you have entered into, Harry,” she questioned with a skeptical brow.
“Yes.” Although he was still hazy on the details.
She didn’t look convinced. “The bond you two entered is one of inconceivable strength, Harry. I realize that such bonds are not accomplished without intense feelings from both parties, but I am quite worried that you are not fully aware of what said bond would mean.”
Now he was lost. “What do you mean, headmistress?”
Severus was scowling at his side but said nothing to interrupt McGonagall as she imparted the information: “Simply, these types of bonds are considered to be among the most uncommon. They are physically, magically, and mentally binding. They are created so intricately that even a wizard of Dumbledore’s power would be unable to severe it.
“The wizards and witches that create such a bond double their magic. As the bonds are rare, they are not often discussed in literature. Since your magic was already quite strong as is the same with Severus’, this bond would likely make even the Ministry quite nervous. Severus, you understand why.” Severus gave a short nod, his face remaining impassive, but Harry knew better. He was insulted for the other man. He could gather what McGonagall was hinting towards. Severus used to be a Death Eater, so the very idea of his magic doubling would create unrest with the Department of Magic.
McGonagall continued despite Harry’s inner turmoil. “These bonds are often powerful enough to create offspring even in same sex couples. While the chance of it is low, it does exist. Your magic mixed with Severus’ would no doubt increase these chances.”
“Pregnancy?”
Harry was more confused than angry. He was also still reeling from all the information not to mention a possible law being instituted. It made him half wonder if last night was as a result of this. He knew that Severus had connections that could easily obtain said information.
Still, he could hardly be angry over it when the law would have no doubt been stipulated towards both of them. It did, however, explain Malfoy’s sudden interest in him. He shivered at the very thought of Draco Malfoy seeking to bond with him. Malfoy must have really thought Harry would take the bait – then again, the blonde wizard was as arrogant as they came. No doubt he thought that Harry would somehow be flattered that he had even considered bonding with him. Harry felt his stomach twisting with disgust. He thanked Merlin for Severus.
“It is extremely rare,” Severus interjected with a biting tone, drawing Harry from his musings. Right, men could get pregnant or so they say. “There has not been a same-couple pregnancy in nearly one hundred years.”
Harry turned towards McGonagall for confirmation. “It is true. However, I will still stress the importance that you keep such things in mind. There is no act to avoid it once it has taken place. If the bonding was of mutual consent, then I can only congratulate you on this, though it is coming as a surprise to myself.” McGonagall seemed slightly offended that she was not aware of their rapidly increasing relationship. “That is neither here nor there, however. I presume you would like to take the usual steps now that the bonding has taken place.” Severus nodded curtly to this.
However, Harry’s mind was elsewhere. It finally settled in that they were basically talking about Harry having opened his legs and gotten buggered senseless. Harry never imagined that there would be others – aside from the usual few – that knew when he had lost his virginity and couldn’t help the mortification that it was his former Head of House that learned of it first. Dear Merlin. He could never look the older witch in the eyes again.
“As such, I will have your rooms expanded and the faculty notified. I assume you are intending to notify others of said bonding. I am hoping you are not expecting to keep such a thing hidden under the cover of moonlight especially with Harry’s magic nearly erupting around us,” she said, sounding slightly bothered by this, leaving Harry with a feeling of being a student again rather than a professor at Hogwarts.
“It was my intention to, yes. I have issued the Ministry a formal request to have Harry added to my family registry in light of the bond,” when had the other man done that?! Harry turned sharply over to the other wizard with a questioning gaze to which Severus ignored, “and as Harry is quite the commodity in the wizarding community, the papers will be notified with my express approval over the article they intend to print.”
“Very well,” she said with a small smile. “Though it came as a surprise, I am truly happy to hear that you two have found each other.”
The older witch was sapping it up a bit too much for Severus’ liking; Harry could tell by the way Severus stiffened and attempted to appear gracious though his face looked as if he had consumed a horrid potion; nonetheless, Harry was happy that he could finally tell someone.
He would have to write Hermione and Ginny as soon as the opportunity arose since without a doubt he would befall their wrath if they were forced to read about it in the Daily Prophet.
The very idea of everyone in the wizarding world knowing that he was buggering Severus was both humiliating and strangely reassuring – mostly because the idea of finally coming clean permitted Harry to enjoy being with Severus rather than spending all of his effort to keep it concealed. As it was, apparently homosexuality wasn’t frowned upon in the wizarding world like in the muggle world, so at least he could feel a sense of relief where that was concerned.
McGonagall was still addressing them when Harry finally drew away from his thoughts: “Although I know you will not abuse your positons, I must still insure that your relationship be kept professional around the students. While I am sure that the news will no doubt circulate among them, I do not want the reputation of this school to be tarnished by any inappropriate conduct.” Harry nodded is understanding when McGonagall finished, feeling rather warm in the face.
The two of them left her office with another congratulations offered and headed back in order to get ready for the first day of lessons.
*
It was a break between classes when Harry finally found some time to send a letter to his friends. First was Ginny’s as her encouragement had led Harry to pursue Severus and ultimately a relationship with his former professor. Second, he wrote a small note to Hermione – who had also been aware of his attraction to Severus – and told her of what had taken place, asking finally about what he should expect from a bond of this magnitude. Surely her intelligent brain would comprehend what sort of bond from the information McGonagall had imparted to him earlier that day.
When everything was finished, Harry leaned back into his office chair and sighed out the heaviness in his chest. A soft knock to his door caused his chair to slide out beneath him and send him crashing to the floor. Severus was immediately at his side, helping him up from the floor and chiding him like a child.
“Still falling all over yourself like some sort of inept adolescent, I see,” Severus taunted as Harry pushed the taller wizard away with a huff.
“You just caught me off guard,” Harry retorted angrily. “What brings you to my office?”
Keep it professional, Harry thought. Keep it professional…dear Merlin, Severus looked entirely too attractive in his teaching robes. Harry was captivated by the sight of this tall wizard whom easily towered over him, eyes darker than the deepest recesses of the ocean and an aura of unbelievable power that radiated like the sun on a clear day. His lower half stirred and it was all he could do to bite at his lower lip to keep his urges at bay. The power of his desire was nearly killing him.
“We have an appointment at the Ministry to finalize some paperwork,” Severus informed him with the crossing of his arms. “Surely they will not rest unless they see the bond for themselves, so with the Headmistress’s permission, we are to leave within the hour.”
Harry could hear the distaste dripping from Severus’ every word. It had to be difficult that everyone just assumed that Severus was somehow manipulating him into this relationship when it was almost exactly the opposite. Consequentially, Harry had come to this school with ulterior motives that neither he nor Severus could have possibly predicted would lead them here.
He could feel the intensity of their bond; it was as if everything in his body was somehow attached to the other man. A deeply rooted need to press himself into the other, run his hands over every part of the other wizard in order to claim it in his own way, was nearly overpowering his ethical propriety. So he interlaced his fingers behind his back, angled his chin upwards, and locked his gaze with the other man.
“Shall we go then?”
*
Harry wanted to bang his head into the wall as soon as they arrived back at Hogwarts. The interrogation – as he couldn’t call it anything different – consisted mostly of several different ways to ask Harry if he was somehow under the influence of: spell, potion, bribe, blackmail, or otherwise. Two hours of answering the very same way to an array of questions featuring a very similar purpose, and Harry was ready to punch the representative unlucky enough to interrogate him.
They had been separated – apparently for his safety – as a way to determine that Harry was not, in fact, under duress. Regardless of how or when he answered, it was determined that there would be another interview (interrogation) in the coming months to ensure that Harry was truly comfortable with his decision.
Not that the Ministry could do anything to break their bond. It would seem that was partially the reason that Severus was so aloof to the incredibly insulting line of questioning. The older wizard actually seemed amused by it all. Though gleeful would never seem an appropriate way to describe his counterpart, it was probably the closest word to how the other wizard appeared to those who knew him.
“A bloody waste of two hours,” Harry grumbled as they walked the short distance to the castle.
Severus glanced towards him, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I quite enjoyed my interview.”
“That’s because you enjoy watching others squirm,” Harry replied, unable to keep from laughing. “I’m sure that whoever was unlucky enough to interrogate you probably had to change his trousers afterwards.”
“Assuredly,” Severus’ smirk grew. “The man could not speak without stuttering. It was rather amusing.”
Harry tossed his former professor a small look of reproval before heading towards his quarters. The students were crowding once more around him, but he couldn’t find the energy within himself to reply to their inquiries.
“Clear the way before I start docking points,” Severus growled, causing the crowd of students to disperse almost instantly. “It is imperative to be firm with them,” the taller wizard chided.
Harry chuckled as he headed towards his quarters. “What a very Severus thing to say,” Harry teased as they fell into step together, Harry’s steps quicker to keep pace with Severus’ longer strides. “I’m not like you. I actually enjoy the students. I’ve just had a long day.”
“It is a perplexity to be sure that you could actually enjoy such blithering mindless brats.”
Harry smiled. “Oh, they aren’t so bad, Severus. We were all one of them at one time or another.”
“And if memory serves, you were just, if not more so, as mindlessly irritating as the rest of them.” Severus’ eyes were twinkling again. Harry knew the other wizard was poking fun, so he responded in kind.
Harry stepped closer, leaning his head so that his words were only heard by the taller wizard. “Still am, probably, but now you’ve gone and buggered that mindlessly irritating brat. Ironic, isn’t it?”
Severus grunted but said nothing. It was clear through their connection that Harry had taken the older man by surprise. It was as if he could feel the desire in the air around them – probably having caused certain memories to resurface with his bold statement.
They fell silent the rest of the way, and when Harry was about ready to head towards the painting of Dumbledore, he was stopped by Severus’ hand. “Our rooms are located in the dungeons, Harry.”
Turning in mild surprise, Harry asked, “Our rooms?”
Severus sighed with mild irritation. “Do you not remember the Headmistress referring to the expansion of my rooms, or were you dozing off with your eyes open?”
The blush crept instantly to his cheeks. “I remember. I didn’t realize she meant your rooms.”
“Obviously. Presuming I would be taking dominance in the relationship—“
“Hold on,” Harry interjected, “why would she assume that?”
Severus gave him a look to say it was plainly obvious. “Do I have to justify such a question with an answer, or are you merely playing daft, Potter?” His surname sliced through him like a knife, and suddenly, he was terribly slighted by it.
“Do you have to be such a horrid git all of the time?! I was being serious. I don’t see why they would automatically assume I was the more…submissive of the two.” He straightened up to his full height which barely put him at the man’s shoulders. Regardless, he held his ground against the insult. “I am just as powerful, if not more so than you are.”
“It has nothing to do with power,” Severus responded calmly. “As I am the older partner, it would be assumed I would take the role of caretaker of sorts. It is nothing to be affronted by, Harry.” Back to Harry it seems.
Losing some of his gusto, Harry slouched and nodded. “Whatever,” he finally relented. “To the dungeons then?”
Severus nodded as he led the way. Harry was starting to believe he was conceding defeat a lot more often where Severus was concerned. While most would be irritated by such a discovery, he didn’t feel any sort of resentment. It felt nice to be taken care of if he was being honest.
After spending the first part of his life feeling mostly unloved, it was almost addicting to have someone care so deeply for him, and doing what they could to make sure he never wanted for anything. If you had told him while he was at Hogwarts as a student that one day that person would be Severus Snape, he would have laughed his arse off.
*
That evening, after receiving two very long, very intense letters from Ginny and Hermione inquiring after every minuscule detail of how Severus and Harry had ultimately come to bond, Harry was sitting near the fire, a cup of chamomile tea held precariously in one hand – it had been tilting to one side for some time now – as he pondered in silence. Hermione had promised to look into the bond Harry had discussed but said that there was nothing in any of her previous reading of such a bond.
“I admire your ability to ponder to such a degree that you lose sight of anything else, but if you would be so kind as to not ruin my incredibly rare Ziegler Sultanabad rug, I would be eternally grateful,” Severus said sarcastically.
Harry instantly corrected his grip on the cup and looked over to the man whose eyes glistened with apparent mirth. Groaning, Harry set the cup down – the tea having gone cold by now – and turned towards the empty parchment he had readied in order to reply to his friends.
“A penny for your thoughts. Is that not what the muggles say?”
Harry chuckled lightly. “The great Severus Snape quoting muggles? I must be dreaming.”
“Despite their inferiority in all things, even muggles occasionally prove useful.”
Harry was tempted to roll his eyes. “It seems surreal that I would be writing to my friends about bonding to you. Never foresaw it happening if I’m being honest.”
“Your fans will rue the day, no doubt,” Severus commented snidely. “It does seem unrealistic that the Golden Boy would someday willingly bond himself to an ex-Death Eater.”
Harry cringed at the nickname that had once been used to insult him. It still made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
Seeing Harry’s reaction, Severus must have realized how the statement sounded and backtracked slightly. “I only mean that it will be difficult for those whom admire you to comprehend such a union.”
“I know, Severus.” He did his best to appear unaffected by the statement. “It doesn’t matter to me anyway. I spent my life having others decide what I could or couldn’t do. Now it’s my decision and I don’t give a bloody damn what they think.”
Severus watched him for a time before taking a seat beside him and pulling Harry nearly bodily into his chest. Harry gasped at the sudden locomotion, inhaling the deep musk of his bonded before relaxing into the embrace.
“Though it would certainly kill me to do so, I will not deny you of a formal ceremony if you wish for it.”
Harry was laughing again. “I never imagined you pulling out all the melodramatics. Kill you, really?”
“Undoubtedly,” Severus whispered into the shell of Harry’s ear, causing him to tremble slightly. “The very idea of posturing myself in public is utterly undesirable. However, I would do so without hesitation should you ask it of me.”
Harry’s smile was surely blinding. “And you said you weren’t romantic. I’m pretty sure just simply that statement alone makes you—“
Harry was silenced by the other wizard’s mouth firmly pressing into his own. He groaned deeply, wrapping his arms securely around the Potion’s Master’s neck and drawing them closer. His tongue met Severus’ in a heated battle, relenting only when the other man growled and forced his body backwards to lay out over the sofa.
It was madness for several long minutes until Harry was forced to pull away, gasping greedily at the air. “That’s not playing fair. You can’t just kiss me every time you want me to –“
Harry was once more silenced by the other wizard’s mouth, expressing that Severus could and very well would shut him up with as many kisses as needed until Harry was an incoherent mess of a man. Harry found that he didn’t quite mind as their passionate exchange continued until his jaw was sore and his lips swollen.
When the snog-fest finally ended, Harry was completely incapable of coherent speech. His eyes narrowed at the older wizard when he noticed the smug smile tugging at the corners of Severus’ mouth.
“Git.”
“Brat,” Severus retorted instantly.
Harry sighed as he looked down between them. “Well now I’m all hot and bothered,” he said with his eyes pointed at the bulging in his trousers.
“Easily remedied, Professor Potter.”
Harry’s eyebrow quirked in interest. “Is that so, Professor Snape?”
His questioning gaze was met with his former professor’s mischievous smirk. “If you permit me to, I would be more than happy to instruct you in such matters.”
“Instruction is necessary? I thought it pretty basic,” Harry teased.
Severus’ eyes glistened with apparent challenge. “If you seek simply a means to an end, then by all means,” the older wizard motioned towards the tenting in Harry’s trousers. “However, if you seek a truly satisfying experience, instruction is definitely necessary, Professor Potter.”
Kinky. Who knew that Severus would be into role-play? Although Harry was hardly the blushing virgin from before, the older wizard’s words were causing a serious heat in his cheeks.
“Then by all means,” he finally managed but it a much softer, subservient tone than he hoped to achieve.
He watched breathlessly as those well-practiced hands trailed over him, leaving trembling in their wake as they slowly descended his stiff form to the much too tight trousers below. With bated breath, Harry watched captivated by the sight of those extremely talented hands deftly removing the button and zip of his pants and sliding the material of it away from the protruding prick beneath.
His tongue swiped absently at his lips as the dark-haired wizard pressed a brief kiss to the arousal concealed only by red boxer shorts. Harry’s head fell backwards as the warm breath from the man’s mouth caused his prick to quiver with anticipation. Dear Merlin. The very sight of this powerful wizard between his thighs was enough to make him come. He didn’t. He staved off the urges by closing his eyes tightly to keep the entirely too erotic visage the other wizard made.
Fingers trialed along the hemline of his boxers, teasing him into frustration. His pants were stripped from him shortly followed by his boxers which was both a relief and frustration when the long moments afterwards were bare of anything in the realm of eroticism.
Finally unable bear it any longer, Harry opened his eyes to find the dark depths of his bonded watching with a desire that very nearly radiated off him like a solid form. Those eyes were taking him in, memorizing his body in a way that made Harry want to conceal himself in an effort to dispel the unease it brought. He felt naked. Actually, he was naked, but the man’s eyes made him feel more exposed than he had ever felt in his entire life.
Severus leaned over him, his hand cradling Harry’s chin and forcing his gaze. “You are not permitted to close your eyes.”
Harry swallowed down the urge to do just that. “W-why?” he asked breathlessly.
“You will remember every detail. You are not to shy away from this, is that understood? I want you to see all that I do to you while I fuck you.”
Bloody hell. Somehow, Harry never imagined such a word existed in the other wizard’s vocabulary. It sounded even more foreign on the man’s lips as it did when Hermione would give way to cursing – it happened rarely though. Although normally a vulgar word, with Severus’ voice, it only made Harry’s yearning for the man to increase tenfold.
Harry wanted to spread his legs and acquiesce in a way that expressed his utter submission. He wanted to strip his former professor bare in the same manner but found his hands were shaking so badly that it would probably make him appear juvenile if he did. So, he laid there with his eyes probably wider than they should be, and waited desperately for the next move.
“Very good,” Severus whispered approvingly as he leaned over, face unbearably close to his throbbing need. Harry’s hips jerked with interest before he was seeking purchase beside him, hands finding nothing to anchor themselves to.
Severus grasped him around the base of his prick, causing Harry to gasp in surprise, and proceeded with one fluid movement to take the length of him in the older wizard’s hot mouth. The sensation took him by complete surprise, resulting in a sharp jerk of his hips which was tamed only by the firm hold Severus had on them.
“Oh gods,” Harry moaned as the man’s tongue slide leisurely along the length of his prick. He remembered that he was ordered to keep his eyes open, but the image of Severus’ mouth doing the incredibly vulgar thing it was doing was making his control slip very quickly. “Please…Sev’rus…gonna…” he desperately warned as his hand wove tightly into the man’s dark tresses.
There was an audible pop before dark eyes regarded him dangerously between his thighs. “You will come only when I am buried deep inside you. On the floor,” Severus demanded as he flicked his wrist and sent the coffee table skirting away. “On your back. Accio lubricant,” another flick of his wrist and the lubricant landed perfectly into the older wizard’s awaiting hand. After positioning a pillow beneath his lower back, Severus situated himself between Harry’s open legs.
“The rug,” Harry said, remembering that Severus had mentioned it being old and maybe rare? The name seemed important enough to be rare.
“Will serve as more than decoration this night,” Severus responded with a knowing smirk.
Harry was about to retort to the value but was cut short by the fingers penetrated inside him without stalling beforehand. He groaned at the semi-familiar sensation, pleasure coiling in his lower belly as Severus easily located his prostate. Harry gasped sharply as his legs fell open and hips jerked to intensify the pleasure. With little regard to how wanton he’d appear doing it, he pushed back against the fingers, driving them further inside.
Closing his eyes briefly, he was overcome by his desire and wrapped his legs around Severus, beckoning him to end his misery. He needed it so badly, needed Severus to fill him, to pound relentless into him and draw out his orgasm which was threatening to drive him mad.
“Need you,” he moaned which was apparently enough to spur the other wizard on.
Severus immediately spelled his clothes away, exposing his lean, muscular frame to Harry briefly before he liberally lubricated and pressed his large prick to Harry’s well-stretched entrance. The muscles in the man’s body tightened momentarily before he was driving hotly inside of Harry. All Harry could manage was a guttural moan of relief as the familiar heat filled him. His hips undulated wantonly, enticing his former professor into action.
“Merlin,” Severus breathed as he clasped almost painfully at Harry’s hips, halting them. “It is increasingly difficult to believe this is only your second time, Harry.”
Severus hissed as Harry managed to roll his hips against the older wizard invitingly. He was frustrated that Severus was intending to have some sort of conversation while he was nearly dying of need. He groaned in frustration, undulating his hips once more and causing the other wizard to grunt, perspiration trailing from his forehead as a result of the physical effort it was taking to deny himself what he clearly wanted.
Harry’s smile turned Slytherin as he once more rolled his hips, grasping the straining biceps beside his shoulders and using them as leverage to grind down on the large prick currently buried inside him. This action was the final hold Severus had on his control because instantly the man was pulling out slightly and thrusting forward with terrible force into Harry’s body.
Harry’s fingers tightened their hold as he moaned at the intense pleasure the movement had created. Severus continued to drive into Harry, his body ricocheting with the sheer force of it. Distantly, Harry could hear the loud groans and moans he was giving way to, but he was too far gone with pleasure to feel any sort of shame over them.
The sensation of having Severus’ prick slide in and out of him was an addicting feeling that was soon causing the growing heat and coil of his lower belly to peak – warning of the oncoming orgasm.
Thrusting himself down with increased force, Harry watched with rapture as the older wizard’s face strained visually with pleasure. Hot liquid filled his insides near seconds after Harry found his own release, calling out his lover’s name in a voice he could barely recognize.
Severus groaned as he slid out of Harry’s body and collapsed beside him. They were both breathing in hard pants as they laid completely lax for a few moments in order to collect themselves.
“Wow,” Harry finally breathed, “That was…well, I don’t really know what words I can use…but it was bloody brilliant.”
“I see that your vocabulary is still deficient,” Severus said beside him as he pulled Harry to cradle him into his chest.
Harry’s body felt like it would never move again. He lay lax against his bonded, satiated beyond words and vaguely aware of the stream of hot liquid now slipping down his thighs onto the expensive rug he had mentioned earlier.
There was a soft knocking at the door, and Harry wanted to groan in frustration. Severus was quickly standing, helping Harry to his feet and performing the necessary spells to clean and clothe them – all the while, Harry watching dazedly on.
Severus regarded him before helping him to sit on the couch. “You look thoroughly debauched, but it will have to do.” After making sure Harry wasn’t going to pass out from pleasure overload, Severus answered the door to the one person Harry was hoping never to see again.
“Good evening, Sev,” Draco Malfoy greeted. “I’ve come to call on my mother’s life debt.”
TBC…
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