Title: A Part of Me 22-23 (Professor!Snape/Student!Snape, NC-17)

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See Chapter One for warnings.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Young Snape joined the jostling noisy crowd making its way to Hogsmeade. He said farewell to his Slytherin year mates, who wished him a good summer in return. Some seemed rather envious of the opportunities that he faced, while others seemed to feel sorry that he was stuck spending the whole vacation with a teacher. Malfoy winked at him as Crabbe and Goyle elbowed each other and exchanged large grins. “See you in a few weeks!” Draco whispered, and his cohorts nodded vigorously. Snape gave a small smirk in return, concealing his uneasiness. Yes, they would no doubt see more of each other when Voldemort invited them all to his little get-together. He and the professor would need to have a long talk about what was expected of him and how best to capitalize on their secret double-agent status.

Severus had always looked forward to idle time, to time to himself. He was always secretly pleased on the few occasions when his parents bade him to stay at the school during the winter hols. No Marauders, no insipid Quidditch jocks or morons giggling around him and distracting him. Christmas had always been a depressing time at home, so staying at school was almost like a gift. Hours and hours of unscheduled time to while away in the library and the Potions lab working on experiments, and the even rarer occasion to explore the Herbology greenhouses and the Forbidden Forest for ingredients. Oh yes, and he did have his own little illicit enjoyments as well. He took full advantage of his empty dorm room to spread his fully nude length out on top of the covers, with the curtains wide open, and work his eager flesh into a frenzy. As always, he would start slow and draw out the pleasure until his gnawing need overcame his patience. He relished being as loud and as messy as possible. When his roommates returned, he spared himself a hidden smile, thinking of the naughty secrets that this room now held. He came to treasure such ‘me’ time, and if another of his Slytherin year mates also threatened to stay behind, he surreptitiously irritated the boy until he changed his mind.

As Severus wandered the empty halls, memories of holidays past filled his mind and chased away the gloom. Yes, he was still dying. Yes, Voldemort was still a very real threat. But didn’t dying mean that he had to live for today? According to Slughorn, he would still have plenty of time to put his affairs in order. Until then, he was determined to enjoy himself as much as possible. He gave the castle a fond look. Hogwarts had been an important part of his life, and though most of his memories were bad he had a growing pile of good memories too. And tonight would be the crowning touch.

He returned to the echoingly empty Slytherin dormitory. As he finished packing his meager possessions, he remarked at how eerily quiet it was. There was usually someone talking, pages rustling, quills scratching. The silence was like a sound itself. A bit disconcerted, he headed to the library, but the anticipation of tonight kept him from concentrating. Keeping Snape’s words in mind, he returned to his bed and indulged in a short but very satisfying wank. Flashes of images shot through his mind - two dark heads bent together, kissing and caressing. His mind kept changing the scene before he could get a good look, as if focusing on the fantasy would bring his inexperience to the forefront. He imagined that it was Professor Snape’s hand gripping his length, squeezing and stroking expertly, and Severus felt himself explode in a sticky release.

He was certain that evening was approaching, but a quick Tempus charm revealed that it was scarcely afternoon. Never had he wanted to waste free time so quickly! He finally decided to take his Potions text to the Astronomy tower - even if he couldn’t concentrate enough to read it or take notes, at least he would have a nice view. From the top of the castle, he observed the professors saying their goodbyes. Some were apparently departing by Floo, while others departed on broomsticks or headed past the anti-Apparition wards. He was surprised that they were leaving so soon after the students. They were either relieved to be away from the brats (who could blame them?) or perhaps the escalating war had them on edge. He doubted that the castle was ever truly empty - the house-elves and Filch probably stayed year-round, and Dumbledore likely returned before the staff, but it was probably as quiet now as it ever would be, and thus an ideal time for their clandestine rendezvous.

He wandered aimlessly around the castle as the sun made its way across the sky. The anticipation had gotten to him once again, and his cock pressed eagerly against his trousers. He wondered if having such an insatiable libido would be a plus or a minus with an older lover. This time climax came even faster, which caused him to fear for his performance later that night. To be honest, he wasn’t certain if wanking was taking the edge off or making him even more impatient.

He forced himself to keep busy until the sky became dark and littered with stars. Only then did he permit himself to head to the private quarters of his Head of House. He paused outside, his heart pounding. He was being silly; he’d been in this room dozens of times. He’d indulged his desires countless times within those walls and had already shared a charged embrace with the object of his affections. But raising his hand seemed to be beyond him. It would make everything all too real. He wanted this very much, but anxiety seemed to seal his throat. Severus shook his head hard. He was being foolish. Time had now become very short and precious, and he was not about to let his nerves get in the way of what could be the greatest experience of his life thus far.

Swallowing heavily, he lifted a heavy arm and knocked. After a few agonizing seconds, the door swung open to reveal the professor. The man looked exactly as he always did - not a hair was out of place. However, his expression was unusually blank. A shiver ran down Severus’ back when he realized that the man was nervous as well - Snape had likely been afraid that he would not show up. “I hope I’m not late,” he said, his voice shaking slightly as the professor stepped back, gesturing for him to have a seat.

“If you are, you can be certain that you will be soundly punished,” Professor Snape purred. Severus blushed as he settled himself nervously in the armchair. “Have you eaten dinner?”

“N-no.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his lap. “Um, I’m a bit nervous, actually. Not sure that I can eat much.”

“Then this should help.” Snape poured a glass of wine and placed it at his elbow. “Drink it slowly during the meal. That should help you to relax without getting you too inebriated.”

Severus took a sip, feeling the liquid slide down his throat. “Mm. That’s good. Thank you. So, what are we eating?”

The professor removed the cover, revealing a platter of medium-well steaks, just the way they liked. The young man blushed when he noticed the side of asparagus in cream sauce, knowing full well its reputation as an aphrodisiac. They sat across from each other in their armchairs, devouring the delicious meal as they surreptitiously eyed each other. Snape kept his eyes trained on his young lover-to-be as he sucked an asparagus stalk into his mouth. Severus blushed and dropped his eyes, his fork clattering on his plate.

“Eat your fill, but be cautious not to overeat,” the elder man warned. “An overfull stomach will be uncomfortable during the activities to come.” Severus eyed the remaining steak wistfully.

Once the dinner was finished, they both consumed their sorbet desert with gusto. Snape made a show of licking his spoon. Severus blushed again but allowed his tongue to flicker against his own spoon. His trousers had become pleasantly tight. The wine had made him feel delightfully languorous and relaxed.

When the meal was complete, Snape waved his hand and the tray and dirty dishes were immediately returned to the kitchen. He then sat down on the sofa and gestured for his guest to join him. Severus rose a bit nervously and sat by the man’s side, his stomach fluttering with nervous excitement. Snape leaned over and touched the young man’s cheek, then hesitated. “Are you sure…?”

Severus interrupted by throwing himself forward and silencing his older self with a passionate kiss. The man was startled but responded by wrapping his arms around Severus and returning the kiss enthusiastically. To Severus, it seemed so strange to be making out with his Head of House… not to mention *himself*… but the man did know how to kiss! The embrace tightened, and Severus boldly inserted his tongue in the man’s mouth, enjoying Snape’s rumbling moan of approval. Their tongues dueled and slid against each other sensuously; a preview of coming attractions. Severus shivered in nervous delight as his burgeoning erection firmed. He’d fantasized about this moment for so long!

Snape pulled him closer. Severus relished the heat radiating from the firm chest. His leg shifted and encountered something hard and hot. Oh. Oh! A renewed thrill shivered down his spine. He had aroused his partner. The knowledge filled him with a mixture of pride and nervousness. This was no quick fumble in a deserted room or behind bed curtains. This was a real sexual encounter, with a mature man. He hoped he wasn’t getting in over his head.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” a voice purred in his ear. That appendage suddenly became damp as a tongue laved the shell-like interior and teeth nipped at the lobe. A shudder rippled through the slim frame. Realizing that the encounter was becoming rather one-sided, Severus’ hands began to map his companion’s broad shoulders and strong back. Nimble fingers unfastened young Snape’s tie and tossed it aside as they began to worry at his shirt buttons. Severus moved to return the favor, but the professor had many more buttons, and their efforts only served to get in each other’s way. Snape finally batted his hands away with a smirk and removed his young lover’s shirt.

The young man shrank back slightly, suddenly self-conscious as his companion studied him. He knew what he looked like - sallow, sickly skin, protruding ribs, sunken belly…. But Snape’s lips curved in approval. His lips moved to capture a nipple, and Severus gasped at the sensation. It pebbled and hardened as it was worshipped with teeth and tongue. He clutched at Snape’s head, amazed that he could be undone by such a small action. Once the one nub was red and standing at attention, Snape turned his attention to its twin. Severus was mewling and panting in a most embarrassing manner, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Mmm… you look debauched already,” Snape purred. Severus found the cocky manner to be quite irritating. He erased the smirk with a biting kiss, making his companion breathless as well. His fingers fumbled on the white linen, seeking to undo the buttons and return the favor. The man chuckled softly and helped his traitorously clumsy fingers with their task. However, his face wore an oddly blank expression as the fabric slipped from his shoulders. Severus looked his fill. Snape’s chest was nearly the same sallow shade as his own, but it was broad and lightly muscled, with sparse hair. However, the biggest difference was the scars. They shared one or two in common - some were gifts from their loving patriarch, while others were tokens from the Marauders. One in particular never failed to raise the hair on the back of his neck - a parallel row of claw marks on his back, courtesy of Lupin the werewolf, who had come within a hair’s breadth of a tasty Snape snack. His eyes wandered down to the mark, stark against the pale flesh.

One pair of black eyes met another, and Severus realized that his elder self was just as self-conscious. “I know I’m not as youthful or unblemished as you,” the man began, but the words trailed off as Severus kissed the ugly tattoo on his forearm. Snape was struck dumb, chest heaving with unexpected emotion. The gesture showed compete acceptance and affection, including his scars and flaws. A curious tongue flickered across his index finger, wracking his body with a shudder. Severus sucked the digit eagerly, feeling triumphant at the twitching in his lover’s pants. Perhaps he should have felt more uncertain, realizing that Snape was just as nervous, but he somehow felt empowered. He pushed him back against the sofa and climbed on top, grinding his hips as he kissed hard and rough. He pressed his assault, sucking one nipple voraciously as he pinched the other.

Snape tugged on his hair, pulling his head back. Severus eyed him with a combination of wariness and impatience. “You were always a quick learner,” he said with an air of satisfaction, “but the bedroom would be a better venue for what is to come. I believe you’re familiar with the place.” Severus swatted the man’s behind as he sauntered down the hall.

The young man hesitated in the doorway. Snape sat on the bed, unzipping his fly. Severus’ breath hitched as his lover lifted his hips, easing his pants and smalls to the floor in one fluid motion. Were those black silk? What a minute… why was he checking out the man’s wardrobe when he had the real thing in the flesh? And what flesh it was! A proud erection rose large and purple-red from a thatch of black curls. At the tip welled a clear drop. Severus couldn’t help but lick his lips as the fluid crested, sliding down the tip.

“Come here,” Snape said huskily, and he obeyed as if in a trance. Deft fingers gave him a quick rub before unfastening his trousers, causing them to puddle at his ankles. Severus swallowed hard as his underwear was tugged forward to unhook them from his prominent hard-on, joining the pile of clothes at his feet. He flushed, nearly tripping as he stepped out of the garments to join his companion in bed. He felt clumsy and awkward, feeling eyes searing him as they devoured him with just one look. But judging from the man’s state, his body was not found wanting. “Nice,” Snape drawled in assurance. Emboldened, Severus stretched out, his flesh becoming goose-pimpled under the scrutiny. A hand caressed his side, and he jumped slightly, his nerves drawn taut. A mouth lowered to his, and his lips parted slightly. They kissed slowly, gradually increasing the intensity as their bodies pressed together. Severus moaned as he felt something searingly hot and firm pressing against his hip. Curiosity overtaking him, he reached down and enveloped the shaft in his hand. It felt slightly thicker than his own, and the sensation of holding another man’s cock felt incredibly wicked. It was Snape’s turn to sigh with pleasure as Severus tightened his grip. Not to be outdone, Snape swept his thumb over his lover’s hardness, which seemed to fairly scream for attention. A thread of precum trailed behind, clinging to the digit, and his tongue swept out to capture it. Severus’ eyes grew wide. He had tasted himself before out of curiosity, but he had never found the flavor to be particularly appealing. His cock throbbed, releasing another dribble of fluid. How he wished that teasing tongue would move lower!

As if reading his mind, Snape pushed him down and resumed laving his chest. Once his nipples had been tormented until stimulation was painful, the tongue meandered downward. It plunged into his navel, undulating and teasing. Severus gasped, his hips arching, but strong calloused hands held him in place. “Please!” he cried out, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat.

“What would you like?” the elder Severus purred.

“Bastard!” he exclaimed, trying to control his panting. “You know what I want!”

“Perhaps I do,” he said smugly, “but it is always best to be clear with your lover. Tell me exactly what you want, what and where. To get the most out of sex, you must be as explicit about your desires as possible.”

“I want your mouth on me.” His blush extended all the way down to his chest, but he ignored his embarrassment. He’d *always* wanted this, and he wasn’t about to let his nerves get in the way.

“Here?” Snape kissed a bony hip.

Severus nearly cried in frustration. “No… your mouth… on my c-cock.” He groaned loudly as the dark head lowered, and a mouth opened wide to take him in. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of warm wetness that engulfed him. But - nothing more. He squirmed in impatience. Snape met his frustrated gaze as best he could from his awkward position. Oh, yes. He had to be more specific. “Um… suck me?” He cried out in delight as the mouth contracted around him. Oh, it was even better than he had imagined! “Lick me! Please!” The mouth relinquished its hold on him, which nearly made him weep, but that marvelously talented tongue slipped out to dart across the head of his purpling erection. He screamed as his hips arched off the bed. This was the moment that his hormonal teenage body was waiting for! That wicked organ teased him, lapping around the crown, then darting to sample the divot on his underside. Severus spared a thought for how many other cocks or cunts had been in that mouth and had to crush a surge of jealousy. Snape was here now, wasn’t he? He was the one to benefit from the man’s previous experience.

A curiously detached part of his brain realized that Snape’s approach was not very unlike the preparation of a potion. Strong, practiced hands worked and stimulated him as if preparing the ingredients. He was being stimulated and teased, going from simmering to boil. All thoughts flew from his head as Snape abruptly took him in his mouth once more, abruptly sheathing him to the root. His hips arched up with a mind of their own, briefly gagging the man until he was able to pull back slightly. After that, pressure was exerted to keep his hips in place as that sinful mouth engaged its attack. Severus sure hoped that the room had adequate soundproofing charms, because he was moaning almost continually, being much more loud than he’d ever dared in his solo exploits.

A telltale tightening in his groin broke through the haze. “N… no, stop!” he gasped. He felt that the order would nearly kill him, and he wanted to cry as that delicious mouth left him, leaving his erection bobbing and waving in the cool breeze.

“What is it?” Snape looked concerned. “Was I hurting you? Have you changed your mind?”

“What? No! I - I was about to come.”

The man still looked as confused as ever. “That was the idea.”

“No,” Severus said firmly. “Believe me; I loved what you were doing. I’m sure you remember from being my age that getting a blowjob was one of my favorite fantasies. But I don’t want to end my first time on that. I want to go all the way.” He ducked his head, blushing.

“We still can,” Snape said softly. “Young men have a rather short refractory period. I can bring you to climax with my mouth, and you’d still be ready in short order for the main event.”

His gaze fell upon the older man’s lap. “Things have been rather one-sided. Your suggestion is very tempting, but I’d rather even the score. For my first time, we should come together.”

“Simultaneous orgasm is extremely difficult to overachieve, and thus is overrated.”

Severus gave him a dirty look. “You know what I mean. I don’t want to leave you behind.”

“Tonight is supposed to be about you - but I’m touched nonetheless. I will concede to your wishes.”

“Good,” Severus said with more confidence than he felt, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. “Now roll over.”

Without a word, Snape lay on his back, allowing his young lover to eye him hungrily. Severus trailed fingertips over his chest, following the treasure trail down to the thicker crop of hair. The flesh twitched, and Severus felt guilty that he had ignored his lover when he had allowed Snape to dominate the encounter. He took the erection in his fist, rubbing the underside with his thumb firmly as his other fist tugged downward. The man’s breath hitched. His heart hammering, Severus leaned forward and tentatively licked at the head. He was rewarded by a spurt of fluid.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Snape’s voice was husky, and Severus felt inordinately proud of causing that reaction. “Fellatio can take some time to fully master, and I don’t have much patience for when it is improperly done. I’d prefer to save another time to properly indoctrinate you.”

“But it felt so bloody brilliant when you did it to me; I wanted to return the favor. How about I just use my tongue? No teeth, I promise.” To illustrate, he slowly licked down the shaft. A long, drawn-out groan was his response. A shiver ran down his back as his own organ twitched in sympathy. The taste was oddly salty and musky but wasn’t totally unpleasant. He began to lick the erection before him as if it was a melting ice cream, and his tongue eagerly chased imaginary drips. The hips below him tensed, and he could see that Snape was fighting the urge to move. “More,” he gasped.

Severus wasn’t exactly sure what more he could give, so he took his spare hand and fondled the swollen bollocks. A sharp gasp was a handsome reward. “Yessss,” the man hissed. “You do know exactly what I like.” Severus didn’t care how many other lovers the man had had - no one could do it exactly the way he could to himself. “Mmmm - oh, screw it, it’s been too long. Take me in your mouth!” Severus took great pleasure in giving himself a self-satisfied smirk before lowering his mouth. He soon found that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He had tried to take the entire thing in one swallow, like Snape had done to him, but he gagged. Cringing a bit under the man’s scowl, he pulled back until he was mouthing only the head. He sucked gently. “Harder!” Snape growled, and he complied. Once he’d mastered that skill, he lowered his head, being sure to take more caution. He slowly began to bob his head. The man below him winced. “Watch the teeth!” The older man continued to bark directions, and once used his hands to adjust his head positioning, but even the clumsy blowjob seemed to be working its magic. Forgetting his promise about the teeth entirely (well, he’d accidentally broken it anyway), he pulled back and playfully nipped right under the mushroom head.

“FUCK!” his partner screamed. Severus drew back, horrified. Snape had wrapped a hand tightly around his cock, grimacing. What had he done?

“I - I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears coming to his eyes. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Instinct,” Snape said, his voice ragged. “You somehow knew that would drive me wild. You nearly spoiled your plans for finishing together, since I almost came down that pretty throat.”

Severus looked closer and saw that his lover’s bollocks were pulled up tight, and that his death grip was not on the wounded head but at the base, holding his release at bay. “So you liked that?” he asked timidly.

“Yes, I did, you brat,” he sighed dramatically. “I should have stopped you a bit sooner, but I was not expecting you to do something like that.”

“Didn’t you… you know… take the edge off earlier?” He mimed jerking his fist, somehow still too embarrassed to say the word aloud, though they had had each other’s cocks in their mouths just minutes ago. “Like you told me to do?”

It was Snape’s turn to blush. Severus imagined that the man was not so discomfited often. “No. Although it’s been longer than I care to think about, I did not indulge. Although I believe I am still capable of climaxing more than once a day, I felt it best if I were able to keep up with a young lover with a shorter response time. Besides, I enjoy the build-up of anticipation. I’ve been hard and dripping all day.” He gripped himself harder, and Severus felt a twinge in his own nether regions.

“That’s so hot,” he sighed. “I’ve never had anyone hard over me before.”

“That you know of,” Snape said and winked. “Now let’s get to that main event that you’ve been waiting for.” He stretched Severus down on the bed and lowered his mouth. At first the young man thought that Snape would resume his blowjob, but the mouth bypassed his cock to gently suck on the spheres below. Ohh, that was splendid! He felt a tongue swipe a wet path even further down, and then probed a very sensitive and private area. He gasped in shock and pulled back slightly, disbelieving that someone would ever want to put their tongue there.

“If events go farther than just tonight, I will introduce you to this pleasure. It is extremely enjoyable, but it would certainly put you over the edge. Tonight, I will prepare you in a different manner.” A wordless spell brought the container of lubricant sailing from out of the drawer and onto the bed next to them. Severus tensed, the exact mechanics of how this all would work hitting him hard. He glanced worriedly from the lube, to Snape’s fingers, to his erection, then to his rear. “We can stop at any time,” Snape said reassuringly. “There are many enjoyable positions, but it would be best to have your first time on your back, so that I can control the experience. The first time can be somewhat uncomfortable, but I will do my best to bring you nothing but pleasure.” Severus bit his lip and nodded nervously, his arousal subsiding slightly at the thought of the possible pain to come.

“You have indulged with my toy, have you not?” he asked as he liberally coated a finger.

“Yes,” he whispered, trying not to blush for the zillionth time.

“Then you are already used to the sensation.” A fingertip traced his entrance, and he shivered. He had done this to himself before, but it felt so odd to have someone else touching him there. He shuddered but spread his legs wider for better access. “You’re tight,” Snape murmured as he eased the digit in, and Severus knew that he was imagining the plunge into his gripping heat. The finger abruptly disappeared, and Severus knew that it would be soon replaced by a second. They crooked inside him, searching, and he canted his hips helpfully. “More to the right,” he panted, glad to be giving the instructions for once. The thought was abruptly forgotten as the fingers danced over the right spot, and his vision swam. “Hurry,” he panted, feeling his need rising faster than before.

“I can’t wait much longer either,” his lover confessed. The fingers methodically twisted in him, massaging his entrance but avoiding his prostate, except for the occasional teasing touch to keep his interest keen. The fingers disappeared once more, and he couldn’t hide a whimper of loss, until a third was introduced. He bit his lip slightly, since this burned. He had managed the toy, but he wasn’t certain that he could handle the real thing. It looked monstrous when compared to such a tiny entrance.

Snape was doing his best to keep him distracted, however, and a stealthy jab to his prostate caused his cock to begin weeping in earnest. “Now!” he gasped.

“I think you’re as ready as you’ll ever be,” he declared, removing his fingers. His hand now moved to slick his erection, which twitched eagerly and betrayed his high level of arousal. Severus watched the action hungrily, loving the sight of Snape’s hand moving on his cock, almost like wanking. His patience at an end, he spread his own cheeks in a blatant invitation. The man smirked, but there was a tense undercurrent that made the expression less irritating. He lined up his erection with the hole. Severus’ expression became anxious as he felt something blunt and quite large pressing against him. Snape leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, his free hand moving to rub and caress his yearning cock. “Ahhh,” Severus sighed, relaxing into the embrace. Snape thrust forward, and Severus suddenly stiffened and cried out as pain blossomed. “Shh,” his lover whispered soothingly, casting a spell that caused the worst of the pain to diminish. “The head is in now. That’s the hard part.” Severus turned his head, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill from under his eyelashes. His rear still throbbed, and his cock was rapidly deflating. Snape wasn’t even all the way in yet. How could he possibly take it all?

Snape could see his doubt and pain. “Would you like to stop?” he whispered. “I won’t push this any further if it’s too much.”

“No,” Severus said firmly. He’d wanted this. He wasn’t going to let a bit of pain stand in his way. “I don’t want to stop. Just… just give me a minute.”

Snape lowered his head and began licking at his chest and nipples, while his hand renewed its attack on his softening erection. He hardened immediately, his arousal surging back. His rear still hurt, but the pain was receding into a manageable burn. “Move,” he said insistently. Snape looked at him doubtfully, watching him for any sign of discomfort, as he slid in further. Severus winced, and his lover immediately stopped. After a moment, Severus tapped him on the buttocks for him to resume. Snape thrust one more time, and Severus cried out. The older man tried to pull out, but Severus held him in place. “I’m in,” Snape murmured, “all the way.”

Severus forced himself to breathe deeply without sobbing. It felt as if a log had split him in two. He couldn’t imagine how this was ever meant to be pleasurable. And yet, he had found immense enjoyment with the toy, and it had started to feel good a few minutes ago. If he waited, it might not end up being so bad. Snape continued to shower his attention on any part that he could reach. Sooner than he imagined, Severus felt pleasure and curiosity begin to overtake the pain. Yes, the intrusion felt massive, but it filled him in what felt like a good way. He realized that Snape was gritting his teeth. “Do you need to move?”

“Not if you’re not ready,” he growled.

“I’m ready,” he said with a confidence he did not entirely feel.

An almost inaudible sigh of relief reached his ears as the body atop him began to move. Severus realized that the man had been fairly trembling with the effort to hold back. He could now understand why Snape did not enjoy deflowering virgins - it was entirely too much work. He could only hope to provide as much pleasure as he could, in thanks. “Oh!” he exclaimed as the erection brushed his prostate. This was ten times better than the toy, because this appendage was attached to a live man, whose weight was atop him and who could touch him all over.

Encouraged, Snape aimed for the same spot, making Severus cry out incoherently time and again. He lifted the young man’s legs until he was nearly double, pumping into him with all of his might. “Don’t stop!” Severus yelled.

“I couldn’t if I tried!” he gasped. “You’re too - fucking - tight!”

A hand massaged the head of his cock, working the underside just how he liked it, and Severus dissolved into a helpless puddle. He threw his head back and screamed, shooting ropy strands of cum between their sweaty trembling bodies. Snape’s hips began to piston unevenly as he avidly drank in the sight of his orgasming lover. Severus thrashed about as his release went on and on, fearing that it would either go on forever or he would die. His cock continued to pulse until it had squeezed his bollocks dry. He finally collapsed to the bed, utterly drained.

He suddenly realized that Snape was still working above him, chasing his own release. He tightened his inner muscles as best he could, and he was rewarded with a cry as Snape threw his head back, exposing a long throat as wet warmth flooded his insides. Snape’s features were twisted in a grimace of intense pleasure as he trembled violently. Although some might find the expressions made during sex amusing or distasteful, Snape looked oddly beautiful in this moment of release. Severus wished to look into his eyes, but they were screwed tight, focusing on the pleasure that wracked his body. At last, the orgasm ended, and he slumped forward bonelessly like a marionette with the strings cut.

As soon as Snape came to his senses, he rolled them both to their sides, so that he was not crushing his younger lover. “We’re still attached,” Severus said wonderingly.

“Happy deflowering,” Snape murmured into his ear. “I hope it was good for you.”

“Oh, yes, even better than I imagined.” He hesitated. “Was it-? I hope it was-”

“Yes,” Snape whispered. His expression was so open and relaxed; it took Severus’ breath away. He wondered if Snape had ever lowered his guard so completely with anyone else. The man’s lips pressed against him gently, and their foreheads rested together.

Severus winced slightly as his lover slipped free, and the moment was broken. Snape cast a quick series of charms that cleaned them both inside and out. “Drink this,” he said, and Severus suddenly had a flask thrust into his hands. He recognized the mild analgesic and gulped it down quickly.

“I’m fagged out,” he confessed, yawning widely as he lay back against the pillows.

“I hope the pun was accidental,” Snape grumbled, “but males do often quickly fall asleep after intercourse. I confess myself to be fatigued as well.” Severus curled up against him with a contented sigh. Snape gave an exaggerated put-upon sigh but wrapped his arm around the slight form. When he thought the young man to be safely asleep, he kissed the untidy black head.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Severus awoke the next day to find himself pressed against something large and warm. It took a few minutes to orient himself and recall the events of the previous night. Color climbed in his cheeks when he realized he sported a sizeable erection that was nestled squarely against the buttocks of his companion. He pulled back hastily, grimacing at the lingering discomfort in his rear. It still ached, but it was a *good* ache. A lingering reminder of the single best night of his life. Mmm, just the thought of it made his body hum with delight. His hips instinctively thrust, accidentally brushing the nude rear before him. He groaned as his cock firmed. Now he had a dilemma. He had no idea what the proper etiquette was for becoming aroused while his partner slept. His erection was becoming insistent, and he was seriously considering sneaking off to the bathroom.

“I hope you’re planning to put that to good use,” a sleepy voice murmured. Severus jumped as his companion turned to face him.

“It’s the first time I ever *have* had a good use for morning wood,” he confessed.

“Then let’s not waste it,” Snape drawled. He sported a large, eager erection of his own.

Severus’ cock bobbed in agreement. However, its owner looked a bit uncertain. “I’m definitely interested, but I’m still a bit sore from last night.”

Snape snorted. “Did you really think I would let you have all the fun? Last night may have been about you, but it’s my turn now.” He laid a hand on his rear suggestively.

Severus blinked. “But… how can… I don’t… you enjoy bottoming?!”

The elder man smirked at his companion’s confusion. “Didn’t you enjoy it last night?”

“Well… yes… but I just assumed that we did it that way since it was my first time. I figured that I - and you -- would enjoy topping more.”

“Fortunately I am versatile and enjoy both positions. I bottom rarely, since there is a certain level of trust that I must have with my partner. I also tend to become quite cross if it is not done to my satisfaction. Bottoming is something that I hold in particular esteem. It requires a certain surrender of control, but it can also be very liberating. It has been too long since I’ve had a proper topping, and I confess myself to be quite eager to begin.”

Without hesitation, Severus leaned over to cover the man’s lips with biting kisses. Their bodies pressed together, and they shuddered in unison as their erections brushed. Snape moaned in approval as a thumb brushed his pebbled nipples. His hands mapped the flesh of his young lover, but he was mindful of Severus’ already heightened arousal and avoided any major erogenous zones. The young man’s tongue wormed its way around the shell of his ear, and he could not suppress a whimper. The whelp looked far too pleased with himself, but Snape was inclined to be somewhat lenient as long as the stimulation continued.

A slender hand caressed his back, hesitating just above the swell of his buttocks. Snape rolled onto his stomach in welcome, tilting his hips to make his rear more accessible. “Do you prefer this position?” Severus asked curiously.

“Yes,” Snape replied, his voice husky. “I placed you on your back since that was the easiest position for your first time. However, I find that ‘doggie style’ is much more satisfying to me. It stimulates the prostate nicely, and the penetration seems deeper.” A fingertip skated down his cleft, causing him to gasp. Severus was quite pleased with himself as he managed to summon the lube with a little wordless spell. Snape looked at him with undisguised eagerness as he dipped his finger into the container.

The fingertip carefully probed at the entrance. Severus marveled at how it resembled a closed bud. Very slowly, he pressed the digit in, watching as the opening slowly opened to accept the intrusion. It was like a flower unfurling its petals. He pressed his finger in past the nail to the first joint. The body beneath him shifted slightly but its owner did not complain at the slow pace. Becoming bolder, Severus pushed in further so that the finger was buried to the knuckle. It did not take much effort after that to push in until the entire length was inside.

It was gripped by a length of warm, tight flesh. The young man felt his erection dribble as he imagined how it would feel to be gripped in these depths. He awkwardly removed the finger and prepared to insert two, looking at his lover for guidance. “You needn’t be overly concerned with preparation,” Snape explained. “I have been recently indulging with the toy.”

If that was a hint to hurry, Severus was not taking it. He leisurely inserted a second finger and began stroking along the inside. The sensation was amazing. Snape bit his lip, but it looked like he was biting back an impatient comment rather than fighting his arousal. Just then, Severus found what was looking for, and the man’s eyes rolled back in his head. Jackpot.

Severus began to work his fingers in tandem, slipping them in and out, brushing over the prostate. The sensation was teasing, but Snape no longer seemed to have complaints. “Good,” he murmured, pushing backward slightly. Severus showed his appreciation for the compliment with an extra-long stroke over the prostate. He deliberately set an excruciatingly slow pace that soon had Snape wiggling like a shameless slut. Abruptly, he inserted a third finger into the mix, enjoying the answering groan. Both of their cocks had been sorely neglected, but he knew that any attention could bring this to an early conclusion. It was difficult to hold his young body back, but he would reward Snape for the patient devotion that he had received last night.

He increased the tempo but still kept Snape on edge by varying the thrusts - only every third stroke managed to touch the prostate. A high whine came from the body beneath him. The victorious smile was even wider - he was right; Snape loved to be driven crazy with teasing and anticipation. The growing pool of precum was proof enough.

Furrowing his brow in concentration, Severus tried to remember how his lover had prepared him last night. Snape didn’t need as much stretching, but he enjoyed moving his fingers about anyway. He stepped things up a bit, now stroking over the prostate with every thrust of his hand, except for a few times to throw Snape off balance. “Aaaahh!” the man gasped. “Now! Dammit, now!”

Severus removed his fingers, relishing the groan of disappointment. Snape quickly scrambled up onto all fours, presenting his arse like a bitch ready for mounting. The younger man had to quickly grab himself to avert a possible early ending to the proceedings. When he felt himself to be sufficiently under control, he slathered the viscous liquid over his shaft. He lined himself up with the opening, leaning slightly against the body beneath him, but then hesitated. Again it seemed impossible for something so large to fit into that tiny opening. Becoming impatient, Snape reached back and spread his cheeks. Well, here goes nothing.

Severus pressed the head of his cock against the entrance. To his embarrassment, it promptly slipped down the cleft. Snape suppressed an irritated groan. Severus hastily repositioned himself, one hand holding his lover’s hip as the other guided his erection into place. He pushed forward, feeling the flesh part around him. For a moment he felt resistance; then he suddenly slipped past the ring of muscle. A whimper escaped his throat. His cock was being squeezed by such divine tight heat. He feared that he would not last, and slowed his entrance. He pressed in gradually until he was buried to the hilt, his bollocks nestled against the man’s rear.

His thrusts were awkward and ill-timed. He pulled back too far and nearly slipped out, then pushed back in a bit too roughly. Worse, he seemed unable to hit the necessary angle to stimulate Snape’s prostate. “Tilt your hips more,” the man growled irritably. The body beneath him pushed back, trying to align him in the proper position. A blush began to steal over Severus’ cheeks. He had no idea that this would be so hard! Snape had warned him that he had particular demands, and Severus was not even coming close to meeting them.

Then, by sheer luck, he shifted his angle just right as he thrust in. A very loud grateful moan came from beneath. Feeling his hopes rise slightly, he pulled out and did it again, harder. Another moan. Finally!

Severus began to hit his stride, pulling out and back in. He felt the arse of his lover clench and flutter around him, milking him deliciously. “Harder!” Snape snarled, and Severus was only too glad to comply. The audible slap of flesh on flesh was obscene but only served to spur him on. His bollocks swayed between their bodies like some ludicrous pendulum.

He noticed Snape’s erection bobbing in rhythm to the thrusts, weeping furiously. He moved a hand to wrap it around the neglected length, but the man swatted him away. Severus’ grin became ferocious. He instead traced patterns on Snape’s stomach and thighs, stealing close to the cock but then dancing away. Snape growled in frustration but did not bark any further commands.

The two thrust together in panting, sweaty tandem. Snape ground his teeth together, his erection pumping against nothing, the slightest breeze teasing him unbearably. Abruptly, Severus stopped his thrusts and held stock-still. It was practically killing him to hold back, but the frantic whine from his lover was more than enough reward. They both loved being driven to the limit, only to pull back and seek greater heights.

“P-please!” Snape sputtered, nearly incoherent. Unable to resist, Severus resumed his motions with greater vigor. All teasing was put aside as their bodies met and parted roughly, chasing their release. Snape made a keening, needy sound - his cock still remained neglected, flushed nearly purple. He fisted his hands in the bed sheets, trying to resist the irresistible urge to touch. The lack of stimulation kept him on a knife’s edge. Severus pinched the man’s peaked nipples roughly but did not allow his hands to roam south.

With a loud cry of relief, Snape liberally spent himself across the sheets. Severus caressed his back and sides, allowing the man’s cock to release unassisted. Once he had recovered his wits, Snape continued to hold himself up on shaky arms as he squeezed his rear. Severus immediately lost the shred of control he had clung to, filling his lover with warm wetness.

Severus leaned weakly against the body beneath him. Snape growled crossly as the extra weight. Severus managed to pull free and roll to the side, grimacing as his exit made a squelching sound. Snape collapsed gratefully onto the bed, out of breath. They lay together in companionable silence.

They finally rose reluctantly, preparing to leave for Spinner’s End. In short order, they had gathered their small collection of necessities and miniaturized them for portability. Severus glanced at his companion nervously as Snape threw a handful of Floo powder in the fire. “Spinner’s End!” he announced clearly, and tgreen flames soon whisked the whirling figure away. Severus shifted from foot to foot, waiting his turn. He gave one last wistful look at the bed, still rumpled and soiled from their coupling. He knew that the house elves would take care of things in short order, but he found it somehow comforting that Snape had not magicked away the evidence. Reluctantly, he stepped into the Floo.

His heart sank when he arrived in his old home. There were a few changes, but it was still the same depressing locale of his youth. The bookshelves were full of fascinating books, but even that was not enough to lift his spirits. The interior was dusty, dark and oppressive, making it feel as if the very house was trying to suffocate him. He coughed weakly.

Snape quickly cast an air-freshening charm, and he could breathe a bit easier. “I put preservation charms on each room, but they seem to deteriorate rather quickly. I’ve been meaning to research further, but perhaps it’s the lack of inherent magic in the area.”

“I’ll help clean up,” Severus volunteered dutifully. Snape stayed with him for a few minutes, sensing his wish for company. A noxious smell led them to the kitchen, where Snape cursed over some lurking leftovers that had eluded his previous cleaning purge. It took both of them to apply sufficient cleansing and purifying charms.

Once the downstairs was finished, they headed upstairs and went their separate ways. Severus headed outside a room. He put his hand on the knob but could not bring himself to open the door. He wondered if this room had even been touched since his older self had grown up. His room had been his safe haven and refuge, but it had also been his prison. The house had seemed to trap him in the Muggle world, leaving him to listen to his parents’ fights night after night. Things had become even worse after his break with Lily, since she was physically so close but was now for all intents and purposes inaccessible.

A wave of vertigo swept over him. He had been in this house not long ago, so it seemed, and the subtle differences and distinct air of neglect were throwing him off balance. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he jumped. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to,” Snape said kindly and directed a cleansing charm under the door.

“Why here?” he blurted. “Why can’t you stay at the castle year-‘round, or buy a small cottage somewhere?”

“Believe me; I would dearly love to leave this heap behind. But it has served me better than I thought possible. Houses are expensive, and it’s not worth the money to buy a place just for the summer. Besides, no one would ever think to look for me in such a seedy Muggle environment.”

Severus opened his mouth to protest, but his stomach gurgled loudly. Snape stifled a smirk. “As you saw, there is unfortunately not much that is edible in the house. I’ll run out to get some takeout, and I’ll have to go grocery shopping later as well. I’d like to take you with me, but you might attract undue attention, even if you were Polyjuiced. Our neighbors would definitely take notice if I had a companion, so I made certain to reinforce the privacy wards.”

“I guess I’ll just wait here,” he said dejectedly. As Snape stepped outside, he settled himself in front of the telly. It was an old set but still serviceable, once a few layers of dust were cleared away. Severus watched some mindless program, trying to ignore how the shadows were beginning to lengthen, and every creak seemed amplified.

Snape returned quickly, but his absence still seemed to last an eternity. Severus was delighted to see that he’d brought Chinese food, which his family hardly ever indulged in. They both tucked in eagerly.

In short order, Severus tipped his chair back, hands resting on his full stomach. A sudden thought occurred to him. “So where am I - are we -- going to sleep?”

“We’ll be staying in the master bedroom.”

Severus grimaced. That had been his parents’ room, or mostly his father’s room, since his mother sometimes spent her nights in the spare multipurpose room. “I don’t want to be anywhere that’s associated with Father.”

“I don’t blame you, but I’ve replaced the bed and rearranged the furniture. It’s just different enough to no longer be his. Besides, I like to think that taking over his house and his room is a form of revenge.”

Severus picked at his dinner, his appetite gone. After they tidied up their dinner, Snape thumbed through some dusty tomes, but Severus could not make himself concentrate on the words. The droning of the television helped to distract his restless mind. The combined stress of his declining health, returning to his hated childhood home, and the exhausting day of cleaning had left him feeling wrung out. Sensing that he was becoming overwhelmed, Snape silently gestured toward the stairs. Severus was undressed almost tenderly. Snape spooned behind him in bed, gently bending his knee up to his chest as Severus was thoroughly prepared. He made a ragged sound that was a cross between a sigh and a sob as his elder self touched him all over. Their coupling was more quiet and unhurried than previously, and Severus felt as if he was floating on a cloud as his climax was coaxed from him. Afterwards, his lover’s arms stayed wrapped around him tightly.

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