[Fic] Bonds of Water 19/20 (NC-17) HP: HP/SS
Title: Bonds of Water (19/20)
Author: faynia and stormypup
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4336
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Summary: Harry has never been entranced by music before now, but he is willing to do anything to learn how to play the same melody.
Beta'd by rakina.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
They settled into a kind of routine that week. After dinner in the Great Hall, Harry would go down to the dungeons. They would play music or Harry would study while Snape graded papers. On Thursday, Snape had to supervise a detention, and Harry spent the evening with Ron and Hermione, much to their delight.
When Friday night finally rolled around, Harry threw some clothes and various sundries into his bag and headed to the dungeon. Snape wouldn't let him stay the night during the week, but he had agreed to let Harry spend however much time he wanted to with him at weekends. Harry was practically bouncing with excitement when he knocked on the portrait to Snape's quarters. It swung open revealing Snape sitting on his chair reading.
"Hey," Harry said, stepping inside. He jumped when the portrait swung shut behind him.
"Good evening," Snape said, marking his place with his finger. "I didn't expect you so early. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything is fine." Harry tossed his bag onto the floor by the sofa and jumped onto it. "Why?"
Snape shrugged. "The way you were carrying on with the Weasley chit at dinner, I thought you might have other plans," he said, his eyes returning to his book.
"What? Ginny?" Harry gazed at Snape, confusion written clearly across his face.
"Are there any other female Weasleys at Hogwarts?" Snape asked coolly.
"No."
"I see," Snape said, not looking up from his book.
"Well I haven't," Harry snapped, folding his arms across his chest in irritation.
Snape ignored him, scowling at the pages of his book.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Snape snapped his book closed and shot to his feet, pacing in a tight circle. "She was touching you," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Touching me?" Harry repeated warily. "Hermione kisses my cheek after every meal practically. You never say anything about that."
"She's obviously besotted with your best friend! It's not the same thing!"
"How isn't it? Ginny's my friend too!"
"She used to look at you like the cat does the cream," Snape said disdainfully.
Harry scowled. "Do you have a point?"
"The point is, I will not share my mate with bloody humans who can't keep their hands to themselves!"
Harry jerked backwards and winced. His heart skipped twice before picking up speed until he thought he'd be sick from it. "Your mate?" he croaked.
Snape stalked over to Harry, towering over him. "How did you think this would end, Potter? Apparently you failed to read the fine print once again."
Snape turned, his robes billowing against Harry's shins as he stormed off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Flicking his wand, the walls faded and he was surrounded by shimmering water. He pressed his forehead against the glass, his hand pressed longingly toward the water. The need to claim and to mark Harry as his own, to ensure he was off limits to others was almost overwhelming.
He knew Ginny Weasley was nothing to the boy, but watching her flirt and smile had set his teeth on edge. It hadn't only been Harry, she kept looking at that annoying Hufflepuff as well, but it still infuriated him.
And now Potter was no doubt running back to his tower, getting as far away from him as possible.
Harry sank into the couch cushion, eyes wide in shock. He knew that he was Snape's… but he didn't expect him to ever admit it out loud, and not in such an irritated manner. There was something he was missing, again, when was there not? He stood, cautiously neared the shut door, and then knocked in three swift raps.
"Pr-Severus-" Merlin, that still felt awkward to say. He had tried it once before and it had earned a favorable reaction. "Severus, please."
Snape lifted his head at the sound of the knocks. He pointed his wand at the door and opened it.
Harry stopped just inside the doorway, locating Snape almost immediately. The light wasn't as bright as it was that morning a week ago, but still the reflection of the water on the floor gave the impression of being underwater.
He moved forward in an aborted gesture. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would bother you that much. Are you all right?"
Snape shook his head tiredly, unsure of what to say. He had humiliated himself enough for one night, and didn't trust himself to speak.
Harry moved to stand beside him and he looked out into the depths of the water, watching a school of fish go by at a distance. He thought for a moment he had spotted a tentacle, but brushed it off as his imagination.
"Can anything see in?"
"No," Snape said, looking into the water, wishing he were on the other side of the glass.
"Then why bring the walls back into existence?"
"Because sometimes I want it too badly," Snape replied softly.
"What would happen if you go by yourself, without me?"
Snape turned his head to look at Harry. "Then I would be without you."
"Would that be such a problem?"
Snape pressed his forehead against the glass, watching the subdued lights flashing in the water. "It would be infinitely worse.”
Harry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt for an indecisive minute, before shifting in between the wall and Snape, forcing the man's forehead off the glass.
"What are you doing?" Snape muttered, as Harry laced his hands behind his neck. Harry's eyes flitted up to meet his and he inhaled briefly.
"Shutting your mind up," came the answer and then Harry's mouth was covering his.
Snape moaned into Harry's mouth, his hands sliding upward, his fingers curling into Harry's hair, gripping it tightly, deepening the kiss.
Harry shoved them away from the wall, one hand slipping up the back of Snape's shirt as they went.
Snape's knees hit the back of the bed and he fell back, carrying Harry with him, then rolling until Harry was underneath him. He kissed down his neck, nipping and sucking before moving back to his mouth, devouring him.
Harry hissed, his fingers gripping bare skin and Snape's shirt collar, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't get enough.
"Take off your shirt," Harry gasped, "please."
Snape fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt, getting enough undone that he could pull it over his head. He didn't resume kissing Harry until he too was devoid of t-shirt. He placed open-mouthed kisses across Harry's chest, sucking and licking the pale flesh, wanting to taste every inch of him.
Harry shuddered and arched under his mouth, making little needy sounds when Snape’s fingers brushed against one of his nipples.
Snape growled in response to Harry's whines, his hands working at the clasp of Harry jeans. He'd never performed oral sex on anyone, and he hoped to god he didn't completely screw it up, but if he didn't taste Harry soon, he was certain he'd go mad.
Harry brushed Snape's hands away and undid the belt buckle and button. He struggled out of his jeans, accidentally kneeing Snape in the stomach.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, kicking his pants off on to the ground.
"Doesn't matter," Snape rasped, pressing Harry back against the bed, taking his cock in his hand. He kissed across Harry's stomach, kissing lower, making him squirm. Then Snape licked the head of his cock, and Harry almost shot off the bed, his knee barely missing Snape's chin.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut in humiliation. "So-"
Snape growled, sending hot breath ghosting over Harry's fading erection. "Don't say it."
Harry jolted and nodded frantically. Anything to get Snape's mouth back on his prick. He tried to keep his hips still as Snape kissed up and down his aching shaft, teasing him, and then he was engulfed in warmth.
He cried out, hips jerking forward beyond his control and just as suddenly as the warm mouth had covered his cock, it vanished and he could hear Snape hacking at the foot of his bed. Merlin, this was a disaster, he thought, sitting up.
"Are you all right?" he asked, voice low. He moved, mindful of the cold that was raising gooseflesh along his arms, to kneel beside Snape.
Snape coughed again and turned his watering eyes onto Harry. "I'm fine."
"I choked you," Harry muttered, his face turning a bright red. His erection wilted at the sight.
"I'm fine," Snape repeated, pushing Harry backwards with one hand. Harry let himself be pushed down and he squirmed when long fingers began to stroke him again.
Harry began to firm back up, and Snape helped it along with smooth strokes up and down the shaft with his tongue. Harry relaxed against the bed, all his tension in his hips to keep them from jerking up again like that.
Snape was psyching himself up to put it in his mouth again. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and let Harry's cock slide into his mouth.
Harry gasped and flinched backwards.
"What?" Snape asked, wide eyed.
"Teeth," Harry hissed.
Damn it! Snape though aggressively as he pulled back. The book had warned him about the teeth! Okay, they'd come back to this.
Snape covered Harry's body with his own, licking and teasing the tender flesh of his neck. Reaching between them, he pressed their pricks together, and Harry hissed again, but this time at the sensation of thrusting back and forth along Snape's prick.
"Gods, that's brilliant," Harry moaned, watching Snape's face; Snape had his eyes focused on their pricks sliding back and forth. Harry could feel the tension coiling in his groin too soon, and he gave a hoarse call to stop.
Snape's head snapped up and his hands stilled. Then a slow smile spread across his face and he began to move his hands and hips again, watching Harry's face. "I want to watch you come," he told Harry, increasing the pressure of his grip.
Harry groaned and thrust into Snape's hand helplessly. He turned his head and buried his face in the pillow to block a wailing moan as his orgasm tore through him.
"Harry, look at me!" Snape ordered.
Harry turned his head as his hips rolled forward, eyes meeting Snape's, and his come splattering against his and Snape's torsos.
Snape didn't want to come, not like this, but he couldn't stop from thrusting into his hand and climaxing right after Harry, moaning loudly. He collapsed against Harry, ignoring the sticky mess until his heartbeat evened out.
When he finally pulled back, he looked from Harry to the mixture of semen between drying between them. "Care to join me in the shower?" Snape asked, suddenly unsure of himself, afraid that he'd screwed things up because it had happened so fast. But he wasn't done, not by a long shot.
Harry grunted. He didn't relish the idea of being covered in his own spunk for whatever else they were going to do… he really couldn't imagine what that might be. "Yeah, a shower would be nice."
Snape smiled and rolled off of Harry. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and used it to wipe the majority of semen off of Harry, then used it on himself. His smile was nervous when he realized Harry was watching him from the bed.
Harry flushed and quickly looked away, embarrassed, but not sure why. He got off the bed and moved to stand beside Snape.
"Shower then?"
"Shower," Snape agreed, interlacing his fingers with Harry's and leading him to the bathroom.
Harry waited off to the side as Snape turned on the shower, testing it to make sure it was at the right temperature. The blush he had developed early seemed to be a permanent fixture and he found himself trying to discreetly cover himself up with his hand every time Snape turned to look him over. Merlin, he was acting worse than a schoolgirl! This had to stop. So the moment Snape stepped into the shower and beckoned for Harry to join him, he strutted across the cool tiles and straight into the man's arms. He'd be damned if he would start acting like a little girl now.
Snape saw the determined look in Harry's eyes as he realized that he was just as nervous as Harry was. This just wouldn't do.
He pulled Harry under the spray and watched as the water cascaded over his skin. He couldn't keep from following a trail of it down Harry's neck with his tongue.
Harry gripped Snape's arms and his head fell to the side with a soft groan of approval. "I thought we were showering," he murmured.
"We are," Snape murmured, kissing down Harry's chest and flicking his tongue to catch a drop of water as it fell from his right nipple.
"Interesting sort of showering."
Snape pulled back and looked at Harry. "It's alright?"
Harry grinned and nodded. "Just new."
Snape smiled and let his fingers trail up Harry's back, then down his shoulders and across his chest. "This bit is new to me as well," he admitted, watching the way Harry's nipple's hardened at his touch.
The soft hitch in Harry's throat made him smile.
"It is?"
"Hmm?"
"New, to you too?"
Snape didn't meet Harry's eyes when he answered. "I've never showered with anyone," he said, mesmerized by the play of water against Harry's skin, "not like this." He licked the little pool of water at Harry's clavicle. "As for the rest...my experience is limited at best."
"Your...limited experience?" Harry asked, hardening under the steady stream of hot water.
"Mmm," Snape said, circling behind Harry. He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands before wrapping them around Harry's waist and sliding his hands up Harry's chest. "Intercourse," he said, nibbling Harry's neck.
"You can't tell me you've ne-ever done this before."
"I have," Snape agreed. "But it was...I wish this to be better." Snape ran his soapy palms in circles over Harry's nipples. "I read another book on the subject," he admitted, smiling against Harry's neck, shocked that he'd just admitted it out loud.
"Severus S-oh-Snape read a book, will wonders never cease?"
Snape pinched Harry's nipples rather hard. "Behave Potter, or you'll never see what it is that I learned," he purred.
"Yes, sir," Harry squeaked, tipping his head back with a mock glare.
Snape got more soap, and took his time cleaning every inch of Harry, save his cock, balls and tight little ass. Those, he saved for last.
A soft moan emitted from Harry's throat as he arched backwards silently begging for more, but unable to voice it. Snape moved around to face Harry, putting the soap in his hands to do with as he wished. Snape slid his soapy hands down Harry's backside, spreading his cheeks and letting the side of his hand move back and forth over his puckered hole.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in a wavering tone, the soap slipping from his fingers to the shower floor.
Snape stopped, frowning, he slid the hand up Harry's back. "Does that bother you?"
Harry flushed and rested his forehead against Snape's shoulder. "Not if it's not supposed to. I just... didn't know you were going to touch there."
Snape stepped back and lifted Harry's face from his shoulder. "Harry, you do know how men have sex, do you not?"
"Uh...would you hate me if I said no?" The blush deepened and Harry wondered if it was possible for his brain to explode from embarrassment.
Snape frowned and brushed back the hair that was dripping in Harry's eyes. "I couldn't hate you, even if I tried, not now, not ever. You will be bound to me." Snape made a decision. "Hmm… let's resume this on the bed. Alright?"
Harry bent over and retrieved the soap, handing it back to Snape in silent acknowledgment. He was such a child, what was wrong with him? How could Snape want to touch him? He was as green as… well, a first year he reckoned, and five times worse off because of it. It became clear to him that he had been running blindly towards this moment for months now and he had no idea what the finish line looked like, or how to find the starting line again if he needed to.
And still, Snape wanted him.
Snape took his time finishing up, using it as a way to give himself time to think about what to say. When he turned off the water, he still had no idea where to begin. When they stepped out of the shower, Harry began drying himself off. Snape took the towel from him and dried Harry for him, kissing each spot as it became dry.
A murmur of appreciation echoed in the small bathroom and Snape smirked up into Harry's hazed-over eyes. He kissed the boy's inner thighs, gently sucking at them, before moving downward, bringing the soft towel with him.
Harry felt his knees lock when Snape's tongue darted out, licking the back of them. He fell back against the wall unable to hold his own weight.
"So responsive," Snape whispered in appreciation. "Come along before you end up on my floor again," Snape said, taking Harry's hand, kissing the palm, and leading him to the bed.
Harry stumbled back into the bedroom in a daze after Snape, his brain having ceased functioning around the time Snape had reached his stomach in the bathroom. He was practically vibrating and yet Snape seemed completely at ease, amused even with him. He had to fix that somehow.
The moment they reached the bed, Harry pushed Snape backwards and straddled his hips.
"Professor," he groaned, as their cocks rubbed together. "You'll have to teach me what to do. After all, you did read the b- oh, Merlin! -book."
Snape's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Who knew assertive Harry would be such a turn-on. But it was, and Snape was hard as a rock in an instant. He arched up against Harry, opening his eyes. He ran his hands up and down Harry's thighs. "Merlin, I don't know that I'll ever get enough of you. Of touching you."
"You mean it?" Harry moaned. He surged forward and almost pressed Snape back so far, that he would have toppled off the man's lap, but he hadn't, and Snape's fingers seemed to be everywhere.
"Harry, I have to penetrate you to seal the binding," Snape said, and he felt Harry tense.
"Yeah, okay, I knew that," he mumbled, his hips still moving despite his words.
"I can't promise it will be pain-free, the first few times seldom are. But I can promise to give you pleasure that will make up for the pain," Snape said, kissing Harry's hand.
"And you have to touch me, you know, there?" he asked, slowing down his thrusts as he took in what Snape was telling him.
Snape smiled gently and nodded. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at how sensitive that area is. Will you let me show you? I won't insert anything, you have my word."
"Then how will you...?"
"Do you trust me?" Snape asked.
"Yes."
"Lie down on your stomach," Snape said, squeezing Harry's thighs and smiling.
Harry stared at him for a moment before climbing off Snape's lap and lying down on the bed. He looked over his shoulder to see Snape now standing behind him with a pleased expression. A shiver ran down Harry's spine and he quickly glanced away.
Snape summoned something, but Harry's face was buried in the pillow and he didn't dare look. He felt Snape get on the bed, and soon he was straddling Harry, who tensed up fearfully.
Snape smiled and ran a hand down Harry's back, caressing him softly. He uncapped the bottle and poured the oil into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it before placing his hands on Harry's back. As he began to massage the tense muscles, he began to hum a gentle tune.
"Shit," Harry cursed, squirming against the bed covers. He gasped softly and stilled as Snape's hands brushed over the top of his bottom.
Snape closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but his hands and the tune. His thumbs traced small circles on Harry's lower back, then moved higher up the back before sliding back down.
"Do something," Harry whined, rubbing against the bed. "Please, anything."
Snape shifted so he was kneeling next to Harry. He kissed down his back as his hand slipped between Harry's butt cheeks, the side of his hand moving across his puckered hole.
Harry tensed and then relaxed. Snape didn't attempt any sort of penetration, just letting his hand caress the sensitive flesh, changing the tune he was humming slightly.
A jolt of pleasure washed over Harry and he pushed back into the touch hesitantly. He didn't know what he wanted, but Harry was certain he didn't want Snape to stop, humming or touching.
Snape was driving himself mad, the tune affecting him just as much as Harry, but he wouldn't rush things. Harry's first time was not going to be like his.
"Touch me," Harry groaned, arching back when the finger ran over his entrance again. "There. I-please."
"What do you want, Harry?"
What did he want? "You, in there, please." He was beyond begging and he could feel heat pouring off Snape in waves and if the man didn't do something soon he was going to embarrass himself.
Snape's finger stilled its slow pattern and Harry glanced over his shoulder with an aggravated expression.
"You're certain?"
"Bloody hell, yes, just- please."
Snape nodded and pushed his finger slowly past that tight little ring of flesh, murmuring soothing words, when Harry cried out at the intrusion.
Snape bent over, kissing Harry's back, humming against his flesh, as he pulled his oiled finger back and slowly pushed it back in.
By the time he had worked up to three fingers, Harry was whimpering, urging Snape to hurry. Snape removed his fingers. "On your knees, it will be easier," Snape told him as he poured more oil into his hand. He put it on his cock, fighting the urge to squeeze and thrust into his own palm.
Harry moved, reluctantly stopping his hips' frantic movements against the sheets.
Once Harry was situated, Snape got on his knees behind Harry. He placed a comforting hand on Harry's back as he ran his hard prick up and down Harry's crack teasingly.
"Just put it in me," Harry grunted as he pressed needily backwards.
"Greedy, bossy, bottom," Snape said approvingly. "Alright, remember to relax," Snape whispered. He pressed his cock against Harry's hole, and began to hum as he slowly worked it inside, giving Harry time to adjust to its presence.
Harry tensed, whimpering. Music filled his ears as Snape slid into him, but it still hurt.
Snape closed his eyes, trying to get a hold on his body, fighting the urge to take Harry hard and fast. He leaned over Harry's back, kissing him between the shoulder blades. He reached around and wrapped long fingers around Harry's flagging erection, stroking it until he was hard once again.
Soon, Harry was moving experimentally. "Is it alright?" Snape asked.
"It still stings a little, but it's not bad. Just, leave your hand there," Harry replied, pressing forward into Snape's hand.
Snape smiled against Harry's back, and moved his own hips back, gasping as Harry's muscles clenched around his cock. Harry moaned as Snape pressed forward once more, slowly sliding in and out of Harry, attempting to find the right angle.
"Fuck," Harry gasped. "Do that again," he begged, pressing back against Snape.
Snape moved again, faster now, his instincts taking over. His hand, pulling and gripping Harry's cock. His intention was for Harry to climax first, but Snape was too close, and growling deep in his chest he thrust hard and fast, coming harder than he imagined possible. Harry was whimpering beneath him, continuing to thrust into Snape's hand.
Resting his head on Harry's back, Snape hummed, stroking Harry's cock faster until he felt the warm seed spurting across his hand, a low keening sound came from Harry and his body shuddered.
The room was suffused in a warm, blue light, and Harry wasn't sure if it was coming from the water beyond the glass walls or from Snape himself. But he could feel it, enveloping him, sinking into his very soul.
The two collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Snape rolled off of Harry, looking at him curiously.
"Are you alright?" Snape asked, kissing Harry's sweaty temple.
"Brilliant," Harry replied. "Sore, but brilliant," Harry said, opening his eyes and smiling at Snape. "What was that light?"
"It was marking you, recognizing you as my mate," Snape said, watching Harry's reaction carefully.
"Felt good," Harry said, drowsily.
Snape's body relaxed, and he kissed Harry gently. "Stay," he ordered, going to the bathroom and returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleaned Harry first, then himself, and then tossed the cloth towards the bathroom. He did a cleaning spell on the sheets, then climbed back into bed, spooning against Harry.
"Are you okay?" Harry said, rolling over to face Snape. "I mean, was it good?" he asked awkwardly.
"It was brilliant," Snape answered, causing Harry to smile.
"Good," Harry replied, burying his face in Snape's neck and snuggling closer. Smiling, Snape held him close, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Next Chapter: Chapter Twenty
Author: faynia and stormypup
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4336
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Summary: Harry has never been entranced by music before now, but he is willing to do anything to learn how to play the same melody.
Beta'd by rakina.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
They settled into a kind of routine that week. After dinner in the Great Hall, Harry would go down to the dungeons. They would play music or Harry would study while Snape graded papers. On Thursday, Snape had to supervise a detention, and Harry spent the evening with Ron and Hermione, much to their delight.
When Friday night finally rolled around, Harry threw some clothes and various sundries into his bag and headed to the dungeon. Snape wouldn't let him stay the night during the week, but he had agreed to let Harry spend however much time he wanted to with him at weekends. Harry was practically bouncing with excitement when he knocked on the portrait to Snape's quarters. It swung open revealing Snape sitting on his chair reading.
"Hey," Harry said, stepping inside. He jumped when the portrait swung shut behind him.
"Good evening," Snape said, marking his place with his finger. "I didn't expect you so early. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything is fine." Harry tossed his bag onto the floor by the sofa and jumped onto it. "Why?"
Snape shrugged. "The way you were carrying on with the Weasley chit at dinner, I thought you might have other plans," he said, his eyes returning to his book.
"What? Ginny?" Harry gazed at Snape, confusion written clearly across his face.
"Are there any other female Weasleys at Hogwarts?" Snape asked coolly.
"No."
"I see," Snape said, not looking up from his book.
"Well I haven't," Harry snapped, folding his arms across his chest in irritation.
Snape ignored him, scowling at the pages of his book.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Snape snapped his book closed and shot to his feet, pacing in a tight circle. "She was touching you," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Touching me?" Harry repeated warily. "Hermione kisses my cheek after every meal practically. You never say anything about that."
"She's obviously besotted with your best friend! It's not the same thing!"
"How isn't it? Ginny's my friend too!"
"She used to look at you like the cat does the cream," Snape said disdainfully.
Harry scowled. "Do you have a point?"
"The point is, I will not share my mate with bloody humans who can't keep their hands to themselves!"
Harry jerked backwards and winced. His heart skipped twice before picking up speed until he thought he'd be sick from it. "Your mate?" he croaked.
Snape stalked over to Harry, towering over him. "How did you think this would end, Potter? Apparently you failed to read the fine print once again."
Snape turned, his robes billowing against Harry's shins as he stormed off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Flicking his wand, the walls faded and he was surrounded by shimmering water. He pressed his forehead against the glass, his hand pressed longingly toward the water. The need to claim and to mark Harry as his own, to ensure he was off limits to others was almost overwhelming.
He knew Ginny Weasley was nothing to the boy, but watching her flirt and smile had set his teeth on edge. It hadn't only been Harry, she kept looking at that annoying Hufflepuff as well, but it still infuriated him.
And now Potter was no doubt running back to his tower, getting as far away from him as possible.
Harry sank into the couch cushion, eyes wide in shock. He knew that he was Snape's… but he didn't expect him to ever admit it out loud, and not in such an irritated manner. There was something he was missing, again, when was there not? He stood, cautiously neared the shut door, and then knocked in three swift raps.
"Pr-Severus-" Merlin, that still felt awkward to say. He had tried it once before and it had earned a favorable reaction. "Severus, please."
Snape lifted his head at the sound of the knocks. He pointed his wand at the door and opened it.
Harry stopped just inside the doorway, locating Snape almost immediately. The light wasn't as bright as it was that morning a week ago, but still the reflection of the water on the floor gave the impression of being underwater.
He moved forward in an aborted gesture. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would bother you that much. Are you all right?"
Snape shook his head tiredly, unsure of what to say. He had humiliated himself enough for one night, and didn't trust himself to speak.
Harry moved to stand beside him and he looked out into the depths of the water, watching a school of fish go by at a distance. He thought for a moment he had spotted a tentacle, but brushed it off as his imagination.
"Can anything see in?"
"No," Snape said, looking into the water, wishing he were on the other side of the glass.
"Then why bring the walls back into existence?"
"Because sometimes I want it too badly," Snape replied softly.
"What would happen if you go by yourself, without me?"
Snape turned his head to look at Harry. "Then I would be without you."
"Would that be such a problem?"
Snape pressed his forehead against the glass, watching the subdued lights flashing in the water. "It would be infinitely worse.”
Harry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt for an indecisive minute, before shifting in between the wall and Snape, forcing the man's forehead off the glass.
"What are you doing?" Snape muttered, as Harry laced his hands behind his neck. Harry's eyes flitted up to meet his and he inhaled briefly.
"Shutting your mind up," came the answer and then Harry's mouth was covering his.
Snape moaned into Harry's mouth, his hands sliding upward, his fingers curling into Harry's hair, gripping it tightly, deepening the kiss.
Harry shoved them away from the wall, one hand slipping up the back of Snape's shirt as they went.
Snape's knees hit the back of the bed and he fell back, carrying Harry with him, then rolling until Harry was underneath him. He kissed down his neck, nipping and sucking before moving back to his mouth, devouring him.
Harry hissed, his fingers gripping bare skin and Snape's shirt collar, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't get enough.
"Take off your shirt," Harry gasped, "please."
Snape fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt, getting enough undone that he could pull it over his head. He didn't resume kissing Harry until he too was devoid of t-shirt. He placed open-mouthed kisses across Harry's chest, sucking and licking the pale flesh, wanting to taste every inch of him.
Harry shuddered and arched under his mouth, making little needy sounds when Snape’s fingers brushed against one of his nipples.
Snape growled in response to Harry's whines, his hands working at the clasp of Harry jeans. He'd never performed oral sex on anyone, and he hoped to god he didn't completely screw it up, but if he didn't taste Harry soon, he was certain he'd go mad.
Harry brushed Snape's hands away and undid the belt buckle and button. He struggled out of his jeans, accidentally kneeing Snape in the stomach.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, kicking his pants off on to the ground.
"Doesn't matter," Snape rasped, pressing Harry back against the bed, taking his cock in his hand. He kissed across Harry's stomach, kissing lower, making him squirm. Then Snape licked the head of his cock, and Harry almost shot off the bed, his knee barely missing Snape's chin.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut in humiliation. "So-"
Snape growled, sending hot breath ghosting over Harry's fading erection. "Don't say it."
Harry jolted and nodded frantically. Anything to get Snape's mouth back on his prick. He tried to keep his hips still as Snape kissed up and down his aching shaft, teasing him, and then he was engulfed in warmth.
He cried out, hips jerking forward beyond his control and just as suddenly as the warm mouth had covered his cock, it vanished and he could hear Snape hacking at the foot of his bed. Merlin, this was a disaster, he thought, sitting up.
"Are you all right?" he asked, voice low. He moved, mindful of the cold that was raising gooseflesh along his arms, to kneel beside Snape.
Snape coughed again and turned his watering eyes onto Harry. "I'm fine."
"I choked you," Harry muttered, his face turning a bright red. His erection wilted at the sight.
"I'm fine," Snape repeated, pushing Harry backwards with one hand. Harry let himself be pushed down and he squirmed when long fingers began to stroke him again.
Harry began to firm back up, and Snape helped it along with smooth strokes up and down the shaft with his tongue. Harry relaxed against the bed, all his tension in his hips to keep them from jerking up again like that.
Snape was psyching himself up to put it in his mouth again. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and let Harry's cock slide into his mouth.
Harry gasped and flinched backwards.
"What?" Snape asked, wide eyed.
"Teeth," Harry hissed.
Damn it! Snape though aggressively as he pulled back. The book had warned him about the teeth! Okay, they'd come back to this.
Snape covered Harry's body with his own, licking and teasing the tender flesh of his neck. Reaching between them, he pressed their pricks together, and Harry hissed again, but this time at the sensation of thrusting back and forth along Snape's prick.
"Gods, that's brilliant," Harry moaned, watching Snape's face; Snape had his eyes focused on their pricks sliding back and forth. Harry could feel the tension coiling in his groin too soon, and he gave a hoarse call to stop.
Snape's head snapped up and his hands stilled. Then a slow smile spread across his face and he began to move his hands and hips again, watching Harry's face. "I want to watch you come," he told Harry, increasing the pressure of his grip.
Harry groaned and thrust into Snape's hand helplessly. He turned his head and buried his face in the pillow to block a wailing moan as his orgasm tore through him.
"Harry, look at me!" Snape ordered.
Harry turned his head as his hips rolled forward, eyes meeting Snape's, and his come splattering against his and Snape's torsos.
Snape didn't want to come, not like this, but he couldn't stop from thrusting into his hand and climaxing right after Harry, moaning loudly. He collapsed against Harry, ignoring the sticky mess until his heartbeat evened out.
When he finally pulled back, he looked from Harry to the mixture of semen between drying between them. "Care to join me in the shower?" Snape asked, suddenly unsure of himself, afraid that he'd screwed things up because it had happened so fast. But he wasn't done, not by a long shot.
Harry grunted. He didn't relish the idea of being covered in his own spunk for whatever else they were going to do… he really couldn't imagine what that might be. "Yeah, a shower would be nice."
Snape smiled and rolled off of Harry. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and used it to wipe the majority of semen off of Harry, then used it on himself. His smile was nervous when he realized Harry was watching him from the bed.
Harry flushed and quickly looked away, embarrassed, but not sure why. He got off the bed and moved to stand beside Snape.
"Shower then?"
"Shower," Snape agreed, interlacing his fingers with Harry's and leading him to the bathroom.
Harry waited off to the side as Snape turned on the shower, testing it to make sure it was at the right temperature. The blush he had developed early seemed to be a permanent fixture and he found himself trying to discreetly cover himself up with his hand every time Snape turned to look him over. Merlin, he was acting worse than a schoolgirl! This had to stop. So the moment Snape stepped into the shower and beckoned for Harry to join him, he strutted across the cool tiles and straight into the man's arms. He'd be damned if he would start acting like a little girl now.
Snape saw the determined look in Harry's eyes as he realized that he was just as nervous as Harry was. This just wouldn't do.
He pulled Harry under the spray and watched as the water cascaded over his skin. He couldn't keep from following a trail of it down Harry's neck with his tongue.
Harry gripped Snape's arms and his head fell to the side with a soft groan of approval. "I thought we were showering," he murmured.
"We are," Snape murmured, kissing down Harry's chest and flicking his tongue to catch a drop of water as it fell from his right nipple.
"Interesting sort of showering."
Snape pulled back and looked at Harry. "It's alright?"
Harry grinned and nodded. "Just new."
Snape smiled and let his fingers trail up Harry's back, then down his shoulders and across his chest. "This bit is new to me as well," he admitted, watching the way Harry's nipple's hardened at his touch.
The soft hitch in Harry's throat made him smile.
"It is?"
"Hmm?"
"New, to you too?"
Snape didn't meet Harry's eyes when he answered. "I've never showered with anyone," he said, mesmerized by the play of water against Harry's skin, "not like this." He licked the little pool of water at Harry's clavicle. "As for the rest...my experience is limited at best."
"Your...limited experience?" Harry asked, hardening under the steady stream of hot water.
"Mmm," Snape said, circling behind Harry. He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands before wrapping them around Harry's waist and sliding his hands up Harry's chest. "Intercourse," he said, nibbling Harry's neck.
"You can't tell me you've ne-ever done this before."
"I have," Snape agreed. "But it was...I wish this to be better." Snape ran his soapy palms in circles over Harry's nipples. "I read another book on the subject," he admitted, smiling against Harry's neck, shocked that he'd just admitted it out loud.
"Severus S-oh-Snape read a book, will wonders never cease?"
Snape pinched Harry's nipples rather hard. "Behave Potter, or you'll never see what it is that I learned," he purred.
"Yes, sir," Harry squeaked, tipping his head back with a mock glare.
Snape got more soap, and took his time cleaning every inch of Harry, save his cock, balls and tight little ass. Those, he saved for last.
A soft moan emitted from Harry's throat as he arched backwards silently begging for more, but unable to voice it. Snape moved around to face Harry, putting the soap in his hands to do with as he wished. Snape slid his soapy hands down Harry's backside, spreading his cheeks and letting the side of his hand move back and forth over his puckered hole.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in a wavering tone, the soap slipping from his fingers to the shower floor.
Snape stopped, frowning, he slid the hand up Harry's back. "Does that bother you?"
Harry flushed and rested his forehead against Snape's shoulder. "Not if it's not supposed to. I just... didn't know you were going to touch there."
Snape stepped back and lifted Harry's face from his shoulder. "Harry, you do know how men have sex, do you not?"
"Uh...would you hate me if I said no?" The blush deepened and Harry wondered if it was possible for his brain to explode from embarrassment.
Snape frowned and brushed back the hair that was dripping in Harry's eyes. "I couldn't hate you, even if I tried, not now, not ever. You will be bound to me." Snape made a decision. "Hmm… let's resume this on the bed. Alright?"
Harry bent over and retrieved the soap, handing it back to Snape in silent acknowledgment. He was such a child, what was wrong with him? How could Snape want to touch him? He was as green as… well, a first year he reckoned, and five times worse off because of it. It became clear to him that he had been running blindly towards this moment for months now and he had no idea what the finish line looked like, or how to find the starting line again if he needed to.
And still, Snape wanted him.
Snape took his time finishing up, using it as a way to give himself time to think about what to say. When he turned off the water, he still had no idea where to begin. When they stepped out of the shower, Harry began drying himself off. Snape took the towel from him and dried Harry for him, kissing each spot as it became dry.
A murmur of appreciation echoed in the small bathroom and Snape smirked up into Harry's hazed-over eyes. He kissed the boy's inner thighs, gently sucking at them, before moving downward, bringing the soft towel with him.
Harry felt his knees lock when Snape's tongue darted out, licking the back of them. He fell back against the wall unable to hold his own weight.
"So responsive," Snape whispered in appreciation. "Come along before you end up on my floor again," Snape said, taking Harry's hand, kissing the palm, and leading him to the bed.
Harry stumbled back into the bedroom in a daze after Snape, his brain having ceased functioning around the time Snape had reached his stomach in the bathroom. He was practically vibrating and yet Snape seemed completely at ease, amused even with him. He had to fix that somehow.
The moment they reached the bed, Harry pushed Snape backwards and straddled his hips.
"Professor," he groaned, as their cocks rubbed together. "You'll have to teach me what to do. After all, you did read the b- oh, Merlin! -book."
Snape's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Who knew assertive Harry would be such a turn-on. But it was, and Snape was hard as a rock in an instant. He arched up against Harry, opening his eyes. He ran his hands up and down Harry's thighs. "Merlin, I don't know that I'll ever get enough of you. Of touching you."
"You mean it?" Harry moaned. He surged forward and almost pressed Snape back so far, that he would have toppled off the man's lap, but he hadn't, and Snape's fingers seemed to be everywhere.
"Harry, I have to penetrate you to seal the binding," Snape said, and he felt Harry tense.
"Yeah, okay, I knew that," he mumbled, his hips still moving despite his words.
"I can't promise it will be pain-free, the first few times seldom are. But I can promise to give you pleasure that will make up for the pain," Snape said, kissing Harry's hand.
"And you have to touch me, you know, there?" he asked, slowing down his thrusts as he took in what Snape was telling him.
Snape smiled gently and nodded. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at how sensitive that area is. Will you let me show you? I won't insert anything, you have my word."
"Then how will you...?"
"Do you trust me?" Snape asked.
"Yes."
"Lie down on your stomach," Snape said, squeezing Harry's thighs and smiling.
Harry stared at him for a moment before climbing off Snape's lap and lying down on the bed. He looked over his shoulder to see Snape now standing behind him with a pleased expression. A shiver ran down Harry's spine and he quickly glanced away.
Snape summoned something, but Harry's face was buried in the pillow and he didn't dare look. He felt Snape get on the bed, and soon he was straddling Harry, who tensed up fearfully.
Snape smiled and ran a hand down Harry's back, caressing him softly. He uncapped the bottle and poured the oil into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it before placing his hands on Harry's back. As he began to massage the tense muscles, he began to hum a gentle tune.
"Shit," Harry cursed, squirming against the bed covers. He gasped softly and stilled as Snape's hands brushed over the top of his bottom.
Snape closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but his hands and the tune. His thumbs traced small circles on Harry's lower back, then moved higher up the back before sliding back down.
"Do something," Harry whined, rubbing against the bed. "Please, anything."
Snape shifted so he was kneeling next to Harry. He kissed down his back as his hand slipped between Harry's butt cheeks, the side of his hand moving across his puckered hole.
Harry tensed and then relaxed. Snape didn't attempt any sort of penetration, just letting his hand caress the sensitive flesh, changing the tune he was humming slightly.
A jolt of pleasure washed over Harry and he pushed back into the touch hesitantly. He didn't know what he wanted, but Harry was certain he didn't want Snape to stop, humming or touching.
Snape was driving himself mad, the tune affecting him just as much as Harry, but he wouldn't rush things. Harry's first time was not going to be like his.
"Touch me," Harry groaned, arching back when the finger ran over his entrance again. "There. I-please."
"What do you want, Harry?"
What did he want? "You, in there, please." He was beyond begging and he could feel heat pouring off Snape in waves and if the man didn't do something soon he was going to embarrass himself.
Snape's finger stilled its slow pattern and Harry glanced over his shoulder with an aggravated expression.
"You're certain?"
"Bloody hell, yes, just- please."
Snape nodded and pushed his finger slowly past that tight little ring of flesh, murmuring soothing words, when Harry cried out at the intrusion.
Snape bent over, kissing Harry's back, humming against his flesh, as he pulled his oiled finger back and slowly pushed it back in.
By the time he had worked up to three fingers, Harry was whimpering, urging Snape to hurry. Snape removed his fingers. "On your knees, it will be easier," Snape told him as he poured more oil into his hand. He put it on his cock, fighting the urge to squeeze and thrust into his own palm.
Harry moved, reluctantly stopping his hips' frantic movements against the sheets.
Once Harry was situated, Snape got on his knees behind Harry. He placed a comforting hand on Harry's back as he ran his hard prick up and down Harry's crack teasingly.
"Just put it in me," Harry grunted as he pressed needily backwards.
"Greedy, bossy, bottom," Snape said approvingly. "Alright, remember to relax," Snape whispered. He pressed his cock against Harry's hole, and began to hum as he slowly worked it inside, giving Harry time to adjust to its presence.
Harry tensed, whimpering. Music filled his ears as Snape slid into him, but it still hurt.
Snape closed his eyes, trying to get a hold on his body, fighting the urge to take Harry hard and fast. He leaned over Harry's back, kissing him between the shoulder blades. He reached around and wrapped long fingers around Harry's flagging erection, stroking it until he was hard once again.
Soon, Harry was moving experimentally. "Is it alright?" Snape asked.
"It still stings a little, but it's not bad. Just, leave your hand there," Harry replied, pressing forward into Snape's hand.
Snape smiled against Harry's back, and moved his own hips back, gasping as Harry's muscles clenched around his cock. Harry moaned as Snape pressed forward once more, slowly sliding in and out of Harry, attempting to find the right angle.
"Fuck," Harry gasped. "Do that again," he begged, pressing back against Snape.
Snape moved again, faster now, his instincts taking over. His hand, pulling and gripping Harry's cock. His intention was for Harry to climax first, but Snape was too close, and growling deep in his chest he thrust hard and fast, coming harder than he imagined possible. Harry was whimpering beneath him, continuing to thrust into Snape's hand.
Resting his head on Harry's back, Snape hummed, stroking Harry's cock faster until he felt the warm seed spurting across his hand, a low keening sound came from Harry and his body shuddered.
The room was suffused in a warm, blue light, and Harry wasn't sure if it was coming from the water beyond the glass walls or from Snape himself. But he could feel it, enveloping him, sinking into his very soul.
The two collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Snape rolled off of Harry, looking at him curiously.
"Are you alright?" Snape asked, kissing Harry's sweaty temple.
"Brilliant," Harry replied. "Sore, but brilliant," Harry said, opening his eyes and smiling at Snape. "What was that light?"
"It was marking you, recognizing you as my mate," Snape said, watching Harry's reaction carefully.
"Felt good," Harry said, drowsily.
Snape's body relaxed, and he kissed Harry gently. "Stay," he ordered, going to the bathroom and returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleaned Harry first, then himself, and then tossed the cloth towards the bathroom. He did a cleaning spell on the sheets, then climbed back into bed, spooning against Harry.
"Are you okay?" Harry said, rolling over to face Snape. "I mean, was it good?" he asked awkwardly.
"It was brilliant," Snape answered, causing Harry to smile.
"Good," Harry replied, burying his face in Snape's neck and snuggling closer. Smiling, Snape held him close, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Next Chapter: Chapter Twenty