Please Sir (1/2)
Title: Please Sir
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: N-17
Disclaimer: I own neither the Harry Potter Series, nor the Porno flic depicted in it
Summary: Severus isn't impressed with Harry's taste in DVDs :-P
AN: Okay, so after reading a post by fbowden, I had to see Oliver Twink, which is quite possibly THE FUNNIEST porno in existence. Not only is it a shameless/hilarious debauching of arguably one the the most influential novels in history, but there is a gorgeous Draco Malfoy lookalike AND the dialogue is for the win. I have also fallen completely inlove with Dillon Samuels. Anyway, cutting a long story short, I had to smush this complete WIN of a porno with the Potterverse, just to see what would happen.
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Please sir, I want some more!
“Sweet, merciful Merlin!” Severus spluttered, lowering his brandy glass from his lips as he caught sight of what was keeping his young lover so quietly entertained. “Just what exactly is this, Mr Potter?”
Harry smirked, but didn’t take his eyes away from the 100x60 plasma screen television that now sat proudly in the middle of the living room wall. “It’s called a television set.” Harry replied innocently from his cross-legged position right in front of the aforementioned device. Severus visibly clenched his brandy a little tighter, but nevertheless managed to assume a look of apathetic disapproval.
“I am not a simpleton, Mr Potter, nor does my ignorance of all things Muggle rival that of Arthur Weasley. I am perfectly aware of the functions of a television set, and, while not particularly thrilled with your frivolous squandering, I find myself unsurprised as to your purchase of one. Lord forbid you should spend you copious free time doing something mildly of use...” Severus halted abruptly and bought his brandy down hard onto the dining table when he realised Harry’s attention had at some point wandered back to the flickering images on the plasma screen.
Harry jumped at the sharp knock of glass-against-wood and turned to look coyly up at Severus, who glared warningly in response. “What I meant, Potter, is what exactly are you watching on your television?”
“Our television.” Harry reminded Severus sweetly, turning to look back at the screen.
Severus bit back his urge to point out that Harry had only been living at Spinners End for a week, and that hardly gave him license to start referring to the house and everything in it as theirs, let alone give him license to flood Severus’ entire home with useless purchases. But in the interests of peace, Severus reigned in his snark. Harry could be a real drama queen when he wanted to be.
Harry was now fiddling with the chunk of plastic Severus had quickly memorized as the ‘remote control’ - sort of like a wand for televisions - and was fast-forwarding and rewinding to all his favourite bits of the feature. Severus studiously looked away from the high-speed rewinding - no matter how much he reminded himself of the civilised simplicity of Muggle technology, there was still no getting around the fact that NO-ONE should have to watch the physical nature of an orgasm in reverse.
“Potter…” Severus ground out in his most dangerous, authoritave, I-will-beat-you,-hex-you,-and-take-infinity-points-from-Gryffindor-if-you-don’t-do-exactly-what-I-say voice. “I will ask you a final time…”
Harry rolled his eyes as he threw a DVD case in Severus’ general direction. Severus sighed and gave it a quick once-over in favour of smacking the hard, plastic cover sharply across Harry’s head.
Severus raised an eyebrow as he studied the title of the movie- Oliver Twink. Dear Merlin, Dickens must be spinning in his grave.
“Oh come on, Severus.” Harry chuckled, finally making eye contact with a curious glance in Severus’ direction. “You’ve seen porn, surely?”
Seveus bristled, a slight blush appearing on each pronounced cheekbone. “Naturally, Potter, I have… heard of such a thing in a manner of speaking, yes. One cannot spend seven years in a boys dormitary without being unwillingly exposed to such profanity. I’ve not yet, however, had the displeasure of having it played at such a ridiculous size and volume in my own living room.”
“Our living room.” Harry chirped once again. Severus resisted the urge to smash his brandy glass against his own face, simply as a distraction to the infuriating boy sitting cosily on his - sorry, their - living room floor.
A sudden intake of breath from Harry prevented Severus from any clever retort he might have offered, and Severus cocked an eyebrow as Harry swore under his breath, nails digging into his jeans just as a particularly loud moan erupted from his - their - surround-sound speakers. In spite of himself, Snape stole a furtive glance at the screen to see exactly what it was that was keeping his young lover so captivated.
Snapes brow immediately furrowed as he caught sight of the lithe, blonde youth, moaning in ecstasy and bouncing enthusiastically atop his fellow actor’s rigid cock. The pair were completely naked, but for the boy’s black G-string, pulled to the side to reveal his shaven balls and his smooth, flushed shaft, jerking and bobbing with every thrust into his body from below. The blonde’s legs were spread shamelessly for the camera, his pink cock almost glowing in between crisp white thighs, much like the way his reddened nipples stood out against his lean, pale torso. Severus’ eyes narrowed as his mind effortlessly made the connection between this ‘actor’ and a certain ex-pupil. A pointy faced, flaxen haired, pure-blooded one.
“You’ll damage your eyes sitting that close.” Severus grumbled as Harry leaned even further forwards, mouth unashamedly hanging open, drool practically running down his chin. Severus noted with disgust and envy that Harry’s eyes were wide behind his glasses, glasses he didn’t really need - a simple spell had restored most of Harry’s long-vision, but for reasons Severus didn’t understand, Harry still chose to wear a pair similar to his old ones, but with a lighter prescription.
Harry nodded vaguely, still goggling at the pretty blonde, now flat on his back underneath his co-star, his mouth open in hungry anticipation.
“Are you trying to provoke me?” Severus asked wearily, downing the last of his drink before his earlier thought of grinding the glass into his corneas got the better of him. “Are you really so bored with our sex life? Are you indicating a desire to see other men?” Harry turned his head around so quickly in his enthusiasm to protest, he appeared to crick his neck.
“Of course not!” Harry insisted, wincing as he felt his neck crack, but smiling gratefully as Severus rose grouchily from the table to kneel behind Harry and massage his throat. “It’s just… oh, that feels nice… it’s interesting, that’s all.”
“So I see.” Severus remarked, eyeing the prominent bulge in Harry’s trousers. Harry grinned cockily, spreading his legs further apart and arching backwards into Severus’ chest. His hand shot around behind him and, with a Seekers precision, located the warm, hard lump in record time.
“You seem pretty interested yourself.” Harry breathed hotly against Severus’ neck, mouth remaining open in a silent moan as Severus moved his own hand around to cup Harry’s erection. Harry sighed out a moan and began rocking gently into Severus’ palm.
“I can assure you, brat, that any interest on my part has nothing to do with the explicit behaviours of licentious adolescents. At least not the ones on the screen.” Severus’ voice dropped to a growl as his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin behind Harry’s ear, making his neck hairs stand on end.
“Fuck me.” Harry demanded, or at least, he demanded as best he could with his voice cracking the way it did, shifting his hips against Severus’ lap so that he could grind his arse into the insistent erection pressing against it.
“My bedroom.” Severus hissed, pulling Harry against his chest and rising, effortlessly dragging Harry up with him as he did so. Harry’s stomach swooped as those big, strong arms held him in the air for a moment, before dropping him unceremoniously onto his own unsteady feet.
“Our bedroom.” Harry reminded him cheekily, before he felt Severus’ hands on his body, stripping him speedily of his t-shirt and pyjama pants. The next thing Harry new, he was being lifted into the air once more and flung across Severus’ shoulder in a fire-mans carry. Ignoring Harry’s squawk of protest, Severus casually lifted the remote control with the hand not balancing Harry across his back and pressed the button with the little white square in the center. “Stop.” Severus muttered, partly to the television and partly to the teenage boy twisting on his shoulders, babbling about how ‘leaving a DVD on Pause can damage the disc’.
Severus smirked as he hitched Harry further up on his back, delighting in Harry’s terrified squeak at being bucked at such a height. “Don’t drop me!” Harry bleated, though his cock jerked excitedly at the idea of being so helpless and at Severus’ mercy. Severus could feel Harry’s dribbling cock against his shoulder and it was with fresh haste that the older man escorted his young lover into their bedroom, pointedly closing the door against the frozen images on the screen as he did so.
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“Oomph!” Harry hit the bed with a loud whumph, bouncing once before Severus lowered himself against the squirming boy, undoing the many buttons of his robe as he did so.
“Whatever do you wear these for?” Severus murmured appreciatively as he removed Harry’s glasses and stared avidly into the glowing green eyes.
Harry blushed, but didn’t answer. His eyes had always been shielded, ever since he was a child, and although Harry was ashamed to admit it, he felt oddly vulnerable without his glasses. He felt like without that solid layer of glass, people could see into his very mind, his very soul. And there was only one person Harry ever wanted to see that part of him, and he was looking into his eyes right now, his fierce gaze black and soulful.
Look at me…
For one horrible moment, Harry was transported back, back to that terrible day in the Shrieking Shack, but the next moment, Severus was kissing him, and as always, Severus’ kiss was more than a mere melding of mouths. It was as though Severus could draw Harry’s problems right out of him with kisses, and Harry felt himself becoming lost in pleasure as Severus plundered his mouth with that wicked tongue, probing and licking and moaning and-
“Wait… wait!” Harry gasped, breaking away and dazedly scrabbling at the strong arms pinning him to the large, fourposter bed that Severus had grudgingly bought in lieu of his tatty old double.
“What is it, Harry?” Severus murmured huskily, his breath snuffling into Harry’s ear, the tickles making him squirm and clutch Severus’ biceps. Harry made to sit up, having no success and only managing to collide with the unbudging wall of muscle that was Severus’ chest.
“Don’t want to leave it!” Harry whined, writhing as the fabric of Severus’ trousers slid away and rucked around Severus’ feet, allowing Severus’ heated skin to meet with his own. Severus kicked his trousers away from his ankle impatiently, then swore and slammed his hands on either side of Harry’s body in frustration as he realised what Harry was blithering on about.
“Tell me.” Severus growled, lowering his hips to jab his angry red erection against Harry’s stomach, “You are not interrupting our proceedings in favour of preserving your filthy Vee-Dee-Vee.”
“DVD.” Harry corrected, gasping as Severus delivered an irate nip to his neck in response. “And yeah, you didn’t eject it. You can scratch discs like that you know.”
Severus bared his teeth. “Perhaps I wouldn’t be adverse to a bit of scratching, Potter.” Severus threatened in a gravely voice, dragging his fingernails none too gently over Harry’s nipples. Harry made a noise not unlike a cat yowling, and Severus chuckled, thinking this battle won.
“I’ve got to get it out!” Harry groaned, parting his legs even as he said it.
“And I’ve got to get it in.” Severus smirked as he resumed his assault on Harry’s neck. Harry groaned a combination of exasperation and gratitude as Severus trailed his tongue down Harry’s body, pausing only to provide Harry’s nipple with a sharp tug of teeth.
Harry’s cock twitched and jerked as it sensed Severus getting nearer, straining urgently as hot breath wafted over his abdomen, tickling the little trail of hairs that led to the wiry thatch that Severus knew and loved so well.
Severus paused and withdrew his tongue, pressing his nose into Harry’s groin, sniffing loudly and deliberately. Severus’ eyes closed in pleasure as he savoured the familiar, musky smell, smirking as Harry piped up, “Oh fuck, that’s hot!”
“Isn’t it just?” Severus growled, resuming his lavish licking of Harry’s body. He trailed a firm, flat tongue over Harry’s sac, reaching automatically to hold his hips when they started bucking and writhing as they had a tendency to do whenever Harry got over-excited. Harry gasped a lungful of oxygen, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt that hot, wet tongue slide along his inner thighs, and he couldn’t help but part his legs further in invitation.
“Oh FUCK!” Harry bellowed as Severus’ tongue dipped promisingly lower, even though he knew it was inevitable. Knowing what was coming, Harry reached behind him and seized the edge of the mattress for some rudimentary support. Severus lifted Harry’s arse up into the air, his lower back coming off the bed with it, and spread the boy’s cheeks, presenting the tight, pink whorl of flesh so well hidden between them.
“Uh- uh-uh-hh…” Harry mewled as Severus applied the tiniest of kitten licks to his clenched hole, but even as he registered his initial unwilling tightness, Harry could feel the muscles relaxing under Severus’ familiar applications. There was no pain here, Harry’s body reminded itself, only Severus and all the pleasures he could bring.
“That’s a boy. Ten points to Gryffindor.” Severus whispered wickedly, his hot, sticky breath ghosting over Harry’s opening. Harry groaned at the sinful utterance- it was sick, Harry knew, but he couldn’t imagine a world where his kink for Severus’ sordid teacher-student references was non-existent. For a man so adverse to pornography, Harry reflected as his ex-Professor administered a long, wet stroke against his quivering hole, Severus could be pretty darn kinky himself when he wanted to be.
An insistent wriggle against his opening bought Harry firmly back to reality, and he cried out as he realised he was being breached. Severus’ tongue speared its way past his partially-clenched barrier, easing away the last of Harry’s resistance with soft laps against his inner walls. Harry panted and squirmed, part of him trying to get away, the other trying to skewer himself down onto Severus’ tongue. All too soon, the slick muscle disappeared and Harry felt his hips being lowered back against the mattress.
“Oh God!” Harry moaned as he felt his wetted muscles slide against each other. He let his legs fall open as he palmed his cock, knowing full well that his spit-slicked arse and leaking prick were in full view of Severus’ hungry gaze.
Harry stilled as he felt something cold pressing into his side, and it took a moment before he registered it as the bottle of lube kept on the night stand. Severus pushed it insistently into his hand, before leaning back and reaching down to lightly caress his own stiffened prick.
“Prepare yourself.” Severus commanded hoarsely, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking firmly.
Oh, GOD Severus wants to watch!, Harry realised, as he hastily unscrewed the lid and slicked his fingers liberally with lube. They had never done this before, usually Severus liked to prepare Harry himself, roughly shoving in finger after finger until Harry was begging for moreharderfuckme, a request that Severus was only too happy to oblige.
Harry arranged himself on the bed, getting comfortable in the way he usually did when doing this alone. Harry fixed his eyes upon Severus, still stroking himself and watching Harry’s every move. Not breaking the eye contact, Harry trailed his finger down his body, dipping in into his crack, and slowly, slowly ran a finger around his loosened opening.
“So good…” Harry sighed, letting his eyes flutter shut, opening them again when he heard a protesting grunt. Harry worked a single digit in with haste, wanting to please Severus, but also wanting his preparation to be over and done with so that his fingers might be replaced with something bigger, something heavier, something which was now leaking viscous fluid into Severus’ palm.
“Oh! Oh-h-h!” Harry shouted and bucked as he inadvertently brushed against his prostate. A thick bead of precome ran down Harry’s shaft, his face contorting pleasure, and he shifted his hips some more, trying to find that same angle. Without warning, Harry’s eyes flew open and he stilled instantly as he felt the press of another finger against his hole.
“Care for some assistance, Mr Potter?” Severus breathed low and needy into Harry’s ear, the sweat dripping onto Harry’s cheek betraying the fierce craving Harry knew was thrumming through his lovers veins. Harry nodded wildly in assent and lifted his head, stealing a peek at Severus’ cock, which was angry and purple with the need to bury itself inside something living. Harry shivered and hooked his finger, trying to pull it aside so that Severus’ bony digit might join it inside Harry’s body.
Granted entrance, Severus snaked his finger inside Harry’s chanel, moaning in appreciation as he felt the constricting walls pressing against his index. “So tight, Potter…” Severus groaned, letting his temple fall onto Harry’s shoulder. “Always so tight, so hot, so bloody perfect…” Severus wriggled his finger, clearly in search of Harry’s prostate. It manourvered itself along the passage it knew so well, tangling with Harry’s own index finger as it did so, finally coming to a stop, positioning itself in a way that Harry recognized instantly with a jolt. Panting heavily as Severus angled his wrist, Harry braced himself for the spark of sensation that erupted within him as Severus stabbed his finger against Harry’s swollen prostate.
“Fuck! FUCK!” Harry screamed as he quickly aligned his own finger to do the same and together they probed at Harry’s sweet spot, the stars behind Harry’s eyes multiplying with every glorious assault. He could come from this alone, Harry thought through his haze of lust, his cock jerking and leaking in agreement. Severus seemed to be thinking along the same lines, for with one last stab inside his young lover, Severus withdrew himself, taking Harry’s finger with him as he did so.
Harry only had a moment to mourn the unfriendly emptiness, before strong arms were pulling his legs apart, pushing on the soles of Harry’s feet so that his arse lifted slightly off the bed, offering itself up so as to satisfy Severus’ need. Letting go of one leg, which Harry held in position without thinking twice, Severus reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it towards Harry’s entrance, setting it firmly into position.
“Brace yourself.” Severus panted shortly, before ramming himself inside Harry, stopping only when he had to lift Harry’s legs over his shoulders so he could sink deeper into that furnace of fleshy warmth. Severus growled delightedly at the sweet sensation of warmtightgood, allowing Harry only a moment to adjust to his invasion. Harry’s arse muscles protested against the sudden and brusque penetration, but Harry rode out the pain, focusing only on the wonderful feeling of that hot, stiff length inside of him.
Satisfied that Harry was indeed alright, Severus began to move, groaning deeply. Harry watched in rapt fascination as Severus pulled out slowly and slammed back inside of the boy beneath him, face pulled back in an ecstatic snarl. Severus losing control was beautiful, and Harry loved that brief period during their coupling where he could watch Severus come completely undone, before Harry’s own pleasures overtook him.
“Fuck, Gods, yes,” Severus huffed, pronouncing each word with a strong thrust into Harry’s body. Severus set up a rhythm, alternating between powerful thrusts, purely designed for his own pleasure, and hard, deep grinds, ones that never failed to nail Harry’s prostate.
“Oh yes, right there, Severus, keep going right there!” Harry moaned appreciatively, twisting on the sheets and struggling to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open, his eyes rolling back and his lashes fluttering every now and then as Severus screwed into his sweet spot just that little bit harder.
Severus’ brow started twitching furiously, a sure sign that any vestige of restraint remaining was about to snap, and Harry thought he might burst with anticipation. With one last grind into Harry, a load cry signalling that the current angle was ideal, Severus held his position firmly and started pounding furiously into Harry’s passage.
This was it, Harry thought excitedly as Severus let forth a loud, wordless bellow, the usual lines of his face slackened with the pleasure that was overtaking him. Animalistic urges propelling him forwards, Severus drove himself violently into the body beneath him, hammering forwards over and over with complete abandon.
Harry watched the whole while, eyes wide and mouth parted in a never-ending moan that only broke from the bouts of friction forced upon him. He almost started when Severus’ eyes flew open, the deep brown depths wild and livid, pinning him with a passionate stare. “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…” Harry panted, his voice climbing in volume and octave under the repeated pummelling of his prostate. With the next savage push, Harry snapped, the thick ropes spraying from his cock before he could even utter his vocal warning. “Oh Sir! Sir, oh fuck, sir!” Harry cried, jerking and convulsing as he snaked a hand down to his groin and wrung his cock dry, savouring every last morsel of orgasmic pleasure.
Sighing in contentment of his own release, Harry relaxed bonelessly into the fucking, his half-hard cock bouncing under Severus’ relentless thrusts. Harry let out a small wail as Severus managed to strike his battered prostate one last time, and Severus felt his balls draw up and tighten at the noise. Harry bit his lip, clenching his arse muscles deliberately as he felt Severus pulse and lengthen inside of him, his entire body stiffening and shaking as Harry’s name was shouted and hot semen was splashed against Harry’s inner walls. With a last, vicious lunge inside of warm, slick Harry, Severus collapsed, rolling to the side so as not to crush the slim teenage body beneath him.
Not needing conversational prompting, Severus opened his arms just as Harry scooted towards him, laying his cheek against Snapes nipple so he could marvel at the thudding beat of Severus heart.
“So.” Severus began finally, smirking into Harry’s hair. "Sir?”
“You started it,” grumbled Harry, even as his face broke into a sheepish grin. “with all your kinky talk about house-points.”
“House points are not kinky, Potter. They merely serve as a weak positive reinforcer and are even less effective when used as a punishment.” Severus drawled, though Harry could tell without looking that he was smiling. “Should you wish me to go over some more effective forms of discipline with you, I think that can be arranged.” Severus sunk his teeth into Harry’s neck, making him bloody squeal with delight.
“Please sir, can I have some more?” Harry smirked as he felt Severus groan in distaste against his throat.
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Pairing: Snarry
Rating: N-17
Disclaimer: I own neither the Harry Potter Series, nor the Porno flic depicted in it
Summary: Severus isn't impressed with Harry's taste in DVDs :-P
AN: Okay, so after reading a post by fbowden, I had to see Oliver Twink, which is quite possibly THE FUNNIEST porno in existence. Not only is it a shameless/hilarious debauching of arguably one the the most influential novels in history, but there is a gorgeous Draco Malfoy lookalike AND the dialogue is for the win. I have also fallen completely inlove with Dillon Samuels. Anyway, cutting a long story short, I had to smush this complete WIN of a porno with the Potterverse, just to see what would happen.
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Please sir, I want some more!
“Sweet, merciful Merlin!” Severus spluttered, lowering his brandy glass from his lips as he caught sight of what was keeping his young lover so quietly entertained. “Just what exactly is this, Mr Potter?”
Harry smirked, but didn’t take his eyes away from the 100x60 plasma screen television that now sat proudly in the middle of the living room wall. “It’s called a television set.” Harry replied innocently from his cross-legged position right in front of the aforementioned device. Severus visibly clenched his brandy a little tighter, but nevertheless managed to assume a look of apathetic disapproval.
“I am not a simpleton, Mr Potter, nor does my ignorance of all things Muggle rival that of Arthur Weasley. I am perfectly aware of the functions of a television set, and, while not particularly thrilled with your frivolous squandering, I find myself unsurprised as to your purchase of one. Lord forbid you should spend you copious free time doing something mildly of use...” Severus halted abruptly and bought his brandy down hard onto the dining table when he realised Harry’s attention had at some point wandered back to the flickering images on the plasma screen.
Harry jumped at the sharp knock of glass-against-wood and turned to look coyly up at Severus, who glared warningly in response. “What I meant, Potter, is what exactly are you watching on your television?”
“Our television.” Harry reminded Severus sweetly, turning to look back at the screen.
Severus bit back his urge to point out that Harry had only been living at Spinners End for a week, and that hardly gave him license to start referring to the house and everything in it as theirs, let alone give him license to flood Severus’ entire home with useless purchases. But in the interests of peace, Severus reigned in his snark. Harry could be a real drama queen when he wanted to be.
Harry was now fiddling with the chunk of plastic Severus had quickly memorized as the ‘remote control’ - sort of like a wand for televisions - and was fast-forwarding and rewinding to all his favourite bits of the feature. Severus studiously looked away from the high-speed rewinding - no matter how much he reminded himself of the civilised simplicity of Muggle technology, there was still no getting around the fact that NO-ONE should have to watch the physical nature of an orgasm in reverse.
“Potter…” Severus ground out in his most dangerous, authoritave, I-will-beat-you,-hex-you,-and-take-infinity-points-from-Gryffindor-if-you-don’t-do-exactly-what-I-say voice. “I will ask you a final time…”
Harry rolled his eyes as he threw a DVD case in Severus’ general direction. Severus sighed and gave it a quick once-over in favour of smacking the hard, plastic cover sharply across Harry’s head.
Severus raised an eyebrow as he studied the title of the movie- Oliver Twink. Dear Merlin, Dickens must be spinning in his grave.
“Oh come on, Severus.” Harry chuckled, finally making eye contact with a curious glance in Severus’ direction. “You’ve seen porn, surely?”
Seveus bristled, a slight blush appearing on each pronounced cheekbone. “Naturally, Potter, I have… heard of such a thing in a manner of speaking, yes. One cannot spend seven years in a boys dormitary without being unwillingly exposed to such profanity. I’ve not yet, however, had the displeasure of having it played at such a ridiculous size and volume in my own living room.”
“Our living room.” Harry chirped once again. Severus resisted the urge to smash his brandy glass against his own face, simply as a distraction to the infuriating boy sitting cosily on his - sorry, their - living room floor.
A sudden intake of breath from Harry prevented Severus from any clever retort he might have offered, and Severus cocked an eyebrow as Harry swore under his breath, nails digging into his jeans just as a particularly loud moan erupted from his - their - surround-sound speakers. In spite of himself, Snape stole a furtive glance at the screen to see exactly what it was that was keeping his young lover so captivated.
Snapes brow immediately furrowed as he caught sight of the lithe, blonde youth, moaning in ecstasy and bouncing enthusiastically atop his fellow actor’s rigid cock. The pair were completely naked, but for the boy’s black G-string, pulled to the side to reveal his shaven balls and his smooth, flushed shaft, jerking and bobbing with every thrust into his body from below. The blonde’s legs were spread shamelessly for the camera, his pink cock almost glowing in between crisp white thighs, much like the way his reddened nipples stood out against his lean, pale torso. Severus’ eyes narrowed as his mind effortlessly made the connection between this ‘actor’ and a certain ex-pupil. A pointy faced, flaxen haired, pure-blooded one.
“You’ll damage your eyes sitting that close.” Severus grumbled as Harry leaned even further forwards, mouth unashamedly hanging open, drool practically running down his chin. Severus noted with disgust and envy that Harry’s eyes were wide behind his glasses, glasses he didn’t really need - a simple spell had restored most of Harry’s long-vision, but for reasons Severus didn’t understand, Harry still chose to wear a pair similar to his old ones, but with a lighter prescription.
Harry nodded vaguely, still goggling at the pretty blonde, now flat on his back underneath his co-star, his mouth open in hungry anticipation.
“Are you trying to provoke me?” Severus asked wearily, downing the last of his drink before his earlier thought of grinding the glass into his corneas got the better of him. “Are you really so bored with our sex life? Are you indicating a desire to see other men?” Harry turned his head around so quickly in his enthusiasm to protest, he appeared to crick his neck.
“Of course not!” Harry insisted, wincing as he felt his neck crack, but smiling gratefully as Severus rose grouchily from the table to kneel behind Harry and massage his throat. “It’s just… oh, that feels nice… it’s interesting, that’s all.”
“So I see.” Severus remarked, eyeing the prominent bulge in Harry’s trousers. Harry grinned cockily, spreading his legs further apart and arching backwards into Severus’ chest. His hand shot around behind him and, with a Seekers precision, located the warm, hard lump in record time.
“You seem pretty interested yourself.” Harry breathed hotly against Severus’ neck, mouth remaining open in a silent moan as Severus moved his own hand around to cup Harry’s erection. Harry sighed out a moan and began rocking gently into Severus’ palm.
“I can assure you, brat, that any interest on my part has nothing to do with the explicit behaviours of licentious adolescents. At least not the ones on the screen.” Severus’ voice dropped to a growl as his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin behind Harry’s ear, making his neck hairs stand on end.
“Fuck me.” Harry demanded, or at least, he demanded as best he could with his voice cracking the way it did, shifting his hips against Severus’ lap so that he could grind his arse into the insistent erection pressing against it.
“My bedroom.” Severus hissed, pulling Harry against his chest and rising, effortlessly dragging Harry up with him as he did so. Harry’s stomach swooped as those big, strong arms held him in the air for a moment, before dropping him unceremoniously onto his own unsteady feet.
“Our bedroom.” Harry reminded him cheekily, before he felt Severus’ hands on his body, stripping him speedily of his t-shirt and pyjama pants. The next thing Harry new, he was being lifted into the air once more and flung across Severus’ shoulder in a fire-mans carry. Ignoring Harry’s squawk of protest, Severus casually lifted the remote control with the hand not balancing Harry across his back and pressed the button with the little white square in the center. “Stop.” Severus muttered, partly to the television and partly to the teenage boy twisting on his shoulders, babbling about how ‘leaving a DVD on Pause can damage the disc’.
Severus smirked as he hitched Harry further up on his back, delighting in Harry’s terrified squeak at being bucked at such a height. “Don’t drop me!” Harry bleated, though his cock jerked excitedly at the idea of being so helpless and at Severus’ mercy. Severus could feel Harry’s dribbling cock against his shoulder and it was with fresh haste that the older man escorted his young lover into their bedroom, pointedly closing the door against the frozen images on the screen as he did so.
~*~
“Oomph!” Harry hit the bed with a loud whumph, bouncing once before Severus lowered himself against the squirming boy, undoing the many buttons of his robe as he did so.
“Whatever do you wear these for?” Severus murmured appreciatively as he removed Harry’s glasses and stared avidly into the glowing green eyes.
Harry blushed, but didn’t answer. His eyes had always been shielded, ever since he was a child, and although Harry was ashamed to admit it, he felt oddly vulnerable without his glasses. He felt like without that solid layer of glass, people could see into his very mind, his very soul. And there was only one person Harry ever wanted to see that part of him, and he was looking into his eyes right now, his fierce gaze black and soulful.
Look at me…
For one horrible moment, Harry was transported back, back to that terrible day in the Shrieking Shack, but the next moment, Severus was kissing him, and as always, Severus’ kiss was more than a mere melding of mouths. It was as though Severus could draw Harry’s problems right out of him with kisses, and Harry felt himself becoming lost in pleasure as Severus plundered his mouth with that wicked tongue, probing and licking and moaning and-
“Wait… wait!” Harry gasped, breaking away and dazedly scrabbling at the strong arms pinning him to the large, fourposter bed that Severus had grudgingly bought in lieu of his tatty old double.
“What is it, Harry?” Severus murmured huskily, his breath snuffling into Harry’s ear, the tickles making him squirm and clutch Severus’ biceps. Harry made to sit up, having no success and only managing to collide with the unbudging wall of muscle that was Severus’ chest.
“Don’t want to leave it!” Harry whined, writhing as the fabric of Severus’ trousers slid away and rucked around Severus’ feet, allowing Severus’ heated skin to meet with his own. Severus kicked his trousers away from his ankle impatiently, then swore and slammed his hands on either side of Harry’s body in frustration as he realised what Harry was blithering on about.
“Tell me.” Severus growled, lowering his hips to jab his angry red erection against Harry’s stomach, “You are not interrupting our proceedings in favour of preserving your filthy Vee-Dee-Vee.”
“DVD.” Harry corrected, gasping as Severus delivered an irate nip to his neck in response. “And yeah, you didn’t eject it. You can scratch discs like that you know.”
Severus bared his teeth. “Perhaps I wouldn’t be adverse to a bit of scratching, Potter.” Severus threatened in a gravely voice, dragging his fingernails none too gently over Harry’s nipples. Harry made a noise not unlike a cat yowling, and Severus chuckled, thinking this battle won.
“I’ve got to get it out!” Harry groaned, parting his legs even as he said it.
“And I’ve got to get it in.” Severus smirked as he resumed his assault on Harry’s neck. Harry groaned a combination of exasperation and gratitude as Severus trailed his tongue down Harry’s body, pausing only to provide Harry’s nipple with a sharp tug of teeth.
Harry’s cock twitched and jerked as it sensed Severus getting nearer, straining urgently as hot breath wafted over his abdomen, tickling the little trail of hairs that led to the wiry thatch that Severus knew and loved so well.
Severus paused and withdrew his tongue, pressing his nose into Harry’s groin, sniffing loudly and deliberately. Severus’ eyes closed in pleasure as he savoured the familiar, musky smell, smirking as Harry piped up, “Oh fuck, that’s hot!”
“Isn’t it just?” Severus growled, resuming his lavish licking of Harry’s body. He trailed a firm, flat tongue over Harry’s sac, reaching automatically to hold his hips when they started bucking and writhing as they had a tendency to do whenever Harry got over-excited. Harry gasped a lungful of oxygen, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt that hot, wet tongue slide along his inner thighs, and he couldn’t help but part his legs further in invitation.
“Oh FUCK!” Harry bellowed as Severus’ tongue dipped promisingly lower, even though he knew it was inevitable. Knowing what was coming, Harry reached behind him and seized the edge of the mattress for some rudimentary support. Severus lifted Harry’s arse up into the air, his lower back coming off the bed with it, and spread the boy’s cheeks, presenting the tight, pink whorl of flesh so well hidden between them.
“Uh- uh-uh-hh…” Harry mewled as Severus applied the tiniest of kitten licks to his clenched hole, but even as he registered his initial unwilling tightness, Harry could feel the muscles relaxing under Severus’ familiar applications. There was no pain here, Harry’s body reminded itself, only Severus and all the pleasures he could bring.
“That’s a boy. Ten points to Gryffindor.” Severus whispered wickedly, his hot, sticky breath ghosting over Harry’s opening. Harry groaned at the sinful utterance- it was sick, Harry knew, but he couldn’t imagine a world where his kink for Severus’ sordid teacher-student references was non-existent. For a man so adverse to pornography, Harry reflected as his ex-Professor administered a long, wet stroke against his quivering hole, Severus could be pretty darn kinky himself when he wanted to be.
An insistent wriggle against his opening bought Harry firmly back to reality, and he cried out as he realised he was being breached. Severus’ tongue speared its way past his partially-clenched barrier, easing away the last of Harry’s resistance with soft laps against his inner walls. Harry panted and squirmed, part of him trying to get away, the other trying to skewer himself down onto Severus’ tongue. All too soon, the slick muscle disappeared and Harry felt his hips being lowered back against the mattress.
“Oh God!” Harry moaned as he felt his wetted muscles slide against each other. He let his legs fall open as he palmed his cock, knowing full well that his spit-slicked arse and leaking prick were in full view of Severus’ hungry gaze.
Harry stilled as he felt something cold pressing into his side, and it took a moment before he registered it as the bottle of lube kept on the night stand. Severus pushed it insistently into his hand, before leaning back and reaching down to lightly caress his own stiffened prick.
“Prepare yourself.” Severus commanded hoarsely, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking firmly.
Oh, GOD Severus wants to watch!, Harry realised, as he hastily unscrewed the lid and slicked his fingers liberally with lube. They had never done this before, usually Severus liked to prepare Harry himself, roughly shoving in finger after finger until Harry was begging for moreharderfuckme, a request that Severus was only too happy to oblige.
Harry arranged himself on the bed, getting comfortable in the way he usually did when doing this alone. Harry fixed his eyes upon Severus, still stroking himself and watching Harry’s every move. Not breaking the eye contact, Harry trailed his finger down his body, dipping in into his crack, and slowly, slowly ran a finger around his loosened opening.
“So good…” Harry sighed, letting his eyes flutter shut, opening them again when he heard a protesting grunt. Harry worked a single digit in with haste, wanting to please Severus, but also wanting his preparation to be over and done with so that his fingers might be replaced with something bigger, something heavier, something which was now leaking viscous fluid into Severus’ palm.
“Oh! Oh-h-h!” Harry shouted and bucked as he inadvertently brushed against his prostate. A thick bead of precome ran down Harry’s shaft, his face contorting pleasure, and he shifted his hips some more, trying to find that same angle. Without warning, Harry’s eyes flew open and he stilled instantly as he felt the press of another finger against his hole.
“Care for some assistance, Mr Potter?” Severus breathed low and needy into Harry’s ear, the sweat dripping onto Harry’s cheek betraying the fierce craving Harry knew was thrumming through his lovers veins. Harry nodded wildly in assent and lifted his head, stealing a peek at Severus’ cock, which was angry and purple with the need to bury itself inside something living. Harry shivered and hooked his finger, trying to pull it aside so that Severus’ bony digit might join it inside Harry’s body.
Granted entrance, Severus snaked his finger inside Harry’s chanel, moaning in appreciation as he felt the constricting walls pressing against his index. “So tight, Potter…” Severus groaned, letting his temple fall onto Harry’s shoulder. “Always so tight, so hot, so bloody perfect…” Severus wriggled his finger, clearly in search of Harry’s prostate. It manourvered itself along the passage it knew so well, tangling with Harry’s own index finger as it did so, finally coming to a stop, positioning itself in a way that Harry recognized instantly with a jolt. Panting heavily as Severus angled his wrist, Harry braced himself for the spark of sensation that erupted within him as Severus stabbed his finger against Harry’s swollen prostate.
“Fuck! FUCK!” Harry screamed as he quickly aligned his own finger to do the same and together they probed at Harry’s sweet spot, the stars behind Harry’s eyes multiplying with every glorious assault. He could come from this alone, Harry thought through his haze of lust, his cock jerking and leaking in agreement. Severus seemed to be thinking along the same lines, for with one last stab inside his young lover, Severus withdrew himself, taking Harry’s finger with him as he did so.
Harry only had a moment to mourn the unfriendly emptiness, before strong arms were pulling his legs apart, pushing on the soles of Harry’s feet so that his arse lifted slightly off the bed, offering itself up so as to satisfy Severus’ need. Letting go of one leg, which Harry held in position without thinking twice, Severus reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it towards Harry’s entrance, setting it firmly into position.
“Brace yourself.” Severus panted shortly, before ramming himself inside Harry, stopping only when he had to lift Harry’s legs over his shoulders so he could sink deeper into that furnace of fleshy warmth. Severus growled delightedly at the sweet sensation of warmtightgood, allowing Harry only a moment to adjust to his invasion. Harry’s arse muscles protested against the sudden and brusque penetration, but Harry rode out the pain, focusing only on the wonderful feeling of that hot, stiff length inside of him.
Satisfied that Harry was indeed alright, Severus began to move, groaning deeply. Harry watched in rapt fascination as Severus pulled out slowly and slammed back inside of the boy beneath him, face pulled back in an ecstatic snarl. Severus losing control was beautiful, and Harry loved that brief period during their coupling where he could watch Severus come completely undone, before Harry’s own pleasures overtook him.
“Fuck, Gods, yes,” Severus huffed, pronouncing each word with a strong thrust into Harry’s body. Severus set up a rhythm, alternating between powerful thrusts, purely designed for his own pleasure, and hard, deep grinds, ones that never failed to nail Harry’s prostate.
“Oh yes, right there, Severus, keep going right there!” Harry moaned appreciatively, twisting on the sheets and struggling to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open, his eyes rolling back and his lashes fluttering every now and then as Severus screwed into his sweet spot just that little bit harder.
Severus’ brow started twitching furiously, a sure sign that any vestige of restraint remaining was about to snap, and Harry thought he might burst with anticipation. With one last grind into Harry, a load cry signalling that the current angle was ideal, Severus held his position firmly and started pounding furiously into Harry’s passage.
This was it, Harry thought excitedly as Severus let forth a loud, wordless bellow, the usual lines of his face slackened with the pleasure that was overtaking him. Animalistic urges propelling him forwards, Severus drove himself violently into the body beneath him, hammering forwards over and over with complete abandon.
Harry watched the whole while, eyes wide and mouth parted in a never-ending moan that only broke from the bouts of friction forced upon him. He almost started when Severus’ eyes flew open, the deep brown depths wild and livid, pinning him with a passionate stare. “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…” Harry panted, his voice climbing in volume and octave under the repeated pummelling of his prostate. With the next savage push, Harry snapped, the thick ropes spraying from his cock before he could even utter his vocal warning. “Oh Sir! Sir, oh fuck, sir!” Harry cried, jerking and convulsing as he snaked a hand down to his groin and wrung his cock dry, savouring every last morsel of orgasmic pleasure.
Sighing in contentment of his own release, Harry relaxed bonelessly into the fucking, his half-hard cock bouncing under Severus’ relentless thrusts. Harry let out a small wail as Severus managed to strike his battered prostate one last time, and Severus felt his balls draw up and tighten at the noise. Harry bit his lip, clenching his arse muscles deliberately as he felt Severus pulse and lengthen inside of him, his entire body stiffening and shaking as Harry’s name was shouted and hot semen was splashed against Harry’s inner walls. With a last, vicious lunge inside of warm, slick Harry, Severus collapsed, rolling to the side so as not to crush the slim teenage body beneath him.
Not needing conversational prompting, Severus opened his arms just as Harry scooted towards him, laying his cheek against Snapes nipple so he could marvel at the thudding beat of Severus heart.
“So.” Severus began finally, smirking into Harry’s hair. "Sir?”
“You started it,” grumbled Harry, even as his face broke into a sheepish grin. “with all your kinky talk about house-points.”
“House points are not kinky, Potter. They merely serve as a weak positive reinforcer and are even less effective when used as a punishment.” Severus drawled, though Harry could tell without looking that he was smiling. “Should you wish me to go over some more effective forms of discipline with you, I think that can be arranged.” Severus sunk his teeth into Harry’s neck, making him bloody squeal with delight.
“Please sir, can I have some more?” Harry smirked as he felt Severus groan in distaste against his throat.
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