Polyjuice Hijinks Part Two
Title: Polyjuice Hijinks Part Two
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: N-17 (yayz, porn time)
Summary: Snape and Hermione have switch bodies, and Harry feels guilty over his inappropriate request of his best friend.
Warnings: Boy smex.
Word Count: 2300
Authors Note: My crack!fairy and porn!fairy have served me well this day *pets her fairy friends*
~*~
When Harry returned, he was instantly relieved to see that Hermione had stopped crying and was waiting for him in the lounge room. She turned, black eyebrows rising in surprise as she caught sight of the flowers Harry had bought her by way of apology. She opened her mouth to speak, but Harry stopped her with a halting gesture of his hand as he carefully set the bouquet on the mahogany table-top.
“Look, Hermione, before you say anything, I just want to say I’m really, really sorry; I know being stuck as Snape is difficult enough without me asking for a look at you with your kit off… which was totally inappropriate, and I don’t really know what I was thinking when I asked that… shit, Hermione, will you please say something?” Harry ran a hand through his hair and stared at his best friend, whose eyebrows had climbed to the pinnacle of Snape’s forehead and had planted their national flag.
“Potter.”
…Potter?
Oh no.
Oh hell no.
Harry stood, gaping, as Severus Snape, back in his full glory, drew himself up proudly and drawled “My antidote was a perfect success, as you can well see. Miss Granger gives her apologies for leaving so abruptly. She seems to have left you a note, thanking you for your help and forgiving you your... ‘indiscretion'. Which I am to assume…” Snape quirked an eyebrow, and Harry’s face burst into flames.
“I swear… I didn’t…” Oh please, please, let this be Hermione playing some sick joke.
“You didn’t ask Miss Granger to reveal my body for your own voyeuristic titillation?” Snape sneered. Not a joke then, Harry acknowledged glumly. He’d know that sneer anywhere.
“No!” Harry lied shamelessly, and apparently very unconvincingly, for Snape snorted and shook his head in disgust.
Harry’s entire body burned with mortification as a twisted smirk stole over Snape’s features - not the beautiful crooked smile Hermione had given him, but a smug, arrogant smirk. Harry felt anger surfacing through his humiliation; Snape was mocking him, he was enjoying Harry’s embarrassment, he was pulling off his shirt and…
What?
Harry blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. They weren’t, but maybe Snape was, because that could be the only logical reason he was now tossing his shirt across the room and reaching between his legs to tug open his zipper.
“What are you doing?” asked Harry stupidly.
“What does it look like?” Snape drawled, greedily eyeing the sweat building on Potter’s upper lip.
It looked like something Harry would very much like to do himself, if he wasn’t rooted to the spot, paralysed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Black trousers slid down white legs, leaving Snape standing in nothing but his underwear, looking ridiculously self-confident considering he was half-naked in the middle of Harry’s sitting room.
Oh. Not half-naked anymore, Harry realized as Severus carefully stepped out of his last garment, revealing a darkly flushed cock jutting proudly from a wiry thatch of pubic hair. Snape naked was every bit as breathtaking as Harry had imagined, and oh yes, he had imagined plenty; but never would Harry have guessed the beautifully toned muscles that belied Snape’s slim frame, or the shockingly arousing contrast of black body hair against marble-white skin. Never had Harry even begun to imagine what Snape might look like in a state of arousal, his chest rising and falling softly with laboured breaths, his cheekbones glowing with a heated blush and his cock - oh what a cock! - straining eagerly against his foreskin, desperate for any kind of touch. Snape was totally, completely and inarguably gorgeous.
“Buh.” Harry summarised, roving his eyes hungrily over Snape’s groin, his own prick throbbing in sympathy as a wet smear slicked down the black hairs on Snape’s firm abdomen.
“Well, Potter?” Snape reached down and palmed his cock, deliberately squeezing a fat bead of precome from his swollen slit. “Does this meet your expectations?”
Harry gurgled.
“I am thrilled to hear it.” Snape nodded.
Then, something horrible happened.
Snape picked up his clothes.
“Wait!” Harry bleated, his scandalised cock throbbing in outrage.
“Whatever for?” Snape quirked an unimpressed eyebrow. “You have seen me. You got what you wanted, did you not?”
“No!” Harry protested vehemently. Well yes, he had, but having never expected to even get this far with Snape, Harry now found that merely looking at Snape wasn’t near enough.
“Then what?”
Hardly believing Snape needed an answer, Harry stripped away his clothes in record time, stumbling as he tried to tear away his trousers before his shoes, but nevertheless achieving his aim of ending up as exposed as the absurdly shaggable man standing across the room-
Not across the room, Harry corrected himself. Right in front of him. Against him. On top of him, Harry yelped as Snape knocked him unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor and straddled his wriggling hips.
“Say it, Potter.” Snape hissed, cruelly pinching Harry’s already taught and sensitive nipples.
“It?” Harry blurted, thrusting his hips in the air madly, trying to get some contact on his heated, hypersensitive cock.
Snape rolled his eyes. “Not ‘it’,” he snapped, leaning forwards to bite Harry’s neck in reprimand. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Snape finished his instructions by pointedly inserting his tongue into Harry’s ear.
“Fuck me!” he burst out, squealing when Snape sighed in his ear, the warm, tickling sensation sending shivers of goosebumps down Harry’s heated flesh.
“I intend to, Potter, believe you me.” Snape growled, wriggling his hot, wet tongue into Harry’s ear again, groaning when Harry cried out and writhed wantonly beneath him.
“S-stop, Snape, I’ll come!” Harry warned shrilly, secretly delighted at the idea of coming just from this, but completely unwilling to suffer the ridicule that would certainly follow if he came before Snape even touched his cock.
“Oh, I know you will, Potter.” Snape promised, withdrawing his tongue from Harry’s ear in favour of tracing the ‘O’ of Harry’s moaning mouth. “But when you come, you will be twisting and writhing on my cock, and not a moment before, understand?”
“Yes!” Harry moaned, although Snape wasn’t sure if that was acknowledgement, or because Harry had finally found some friction and was rubbing energetically against the cleft of Snape’s arse. God, he was ripe and literally begging for it, and Snape felt an intense spike of arousal chase away the last of his patience.
“Lubricant.” Snape breathed shortly, sliding down Harry’s body and settling in between his legs, poking out a teasing tongue to drag wetly along the length of Harry's reddened cock.
Harry curled his toes and desperately fought off orgasm as he clumsily performed a wordless summoning charm; several objects flew haphazardly out of the video cupboard behind him, among which were the lubricant and some private DVD’s that Snape resolved to mock Harry about later.
“Knees up.” Snape breathed hoarsely, but Harry had already pulled them into place, his hole clenching eagerly as though trying to coax Snape inside.
Not a virgin, then, Snape mused as Harry’s arse greedily swallowed the first oiled digit, taking the second with similar ease. It was only out of habit that Snape added the third and stretched the already pliant walls of Harry’s passage, crooking them against his prostate every now and then so he could watch and feel the boy convulse and swear delightedly.
“Shit, hurry up, Snape…” Harry whined, canting his hips and driving his needy prick in the air, while simultaneously trying to bear down and skewer himself on Snape’s impossibly long fingers. Snape jabbed them one last time against Harry’s sweet spot, before pulling them out with a disgustingly arousing squelch.
“Slick me.” Snape ordered, pouring a generous amount of sweet-smelling lube into Harry’s hand. Nodding enthusiastically, Harry quickly wrapped his hand around the warm, rigid pole of flesh, flushing with arousal when it pulsed in his palm. Snape hissed and moved his hips forwards encouragingly as Harry smeared the oil over his cock, continuing to stroke firmly even after Severus was slicked from root to tip.
“Enough,” Severus rasped when Harry’s other hand wandered down to the flushed, wrinkled skin of Severus’ sac and started rolling his balls gently. The fluid within was getting dangerously close to making an untimely appearance as Harry swiped a firm thumb over Severus’ leaking slit.
Harry lay back with an impish grin, one that was clearly begging to be bitten away with savage kisses. Severus snarled and did just that, all the while rolling his hips against Harry’s demandingly until Harry spread them open in needy abandon.
“Please, Snape, fuck me, please!” Harry begged, his head tilting back and his arms falling by his head in a gesture of surrender, splaying his body for Severus to ravish.
Severus grunted in approval and hastily aligned himself with Harry’s hole, emitting a throaty groan as Harry squirmed downwards, trying to impale himself on Severus’ cock. Severus pushed forwards abruptly, not pausing until he was fully sheathed inside Harry’s silky, pulsing warmth.
“Uhh-hh God…” Harry moaned, eyes crossing in demented pleasure as he squirmed beneath Severus’ unrelenting weight. His body twinged indignantly at the rude intrusion, but Severus was so hot and hard and just perfect inside of him that Harry couldn’t bring himself to mind the initial burning before his muscles accepted and welcomed Severus’ presence.
Severus, meanwhile, busied himself by grinding his hips, changing the angle until Harry bucked and swore, clutching at Severus’ shoulder at the sensation of a heavy cock pressing against his prostate.
“There, then.” Severus decided, almost talking to himself as he quickly seized Harry’s hips and held him in the optimum position. The boy wouldn’t last much longer, Snape knew; Harry’s cock was already purple and swollen and fit to burst, having not wilted even the slightest when Severus had penetrated him. Severus, likewise, doubted he’d make it past Harry’s climax; just the thought of seeing this beautiful creature dancing on his cock at the height of ecstasy was making Severus bite the inside of his lip in an effort to rein in his wayward arousal.
Harry let out a long, keening moan as Severus started to move between his legs, slow at first, but quickly building in speed and power. Every jostle of friction had Harry rubbing almost painfully against the carpet, and he knew he’d have burn marks tomorrow, but the rapidly building pinpricks of pleasure in his cock and spreading deliciously through his passage were more than enough to make it worthwhile.
Harry screamed as Severus’ restraint snapped completely, and Harry found himself ploughed brutally into the floor. Severus hammered his hips into Harry's body madly, pounding him full of hot, swollen cock. Severus’ lank hair swung about his flushed face wildly as he rammed forwards again and again, his eyes wide and furious and his mouth keeping up a constant stream of filth that was nothing short of music to Harry’s ears.
“Fuck yes, you love that dick, don’t you boy? You can’t get enough of my prick; look at you spread open underneath me and begging for it!”
Harry hadn’t been aware he was begging, but now as he listened he heard his own voice whimpering out the occasional ‘please’ along with ‘harder’, ‘more’.
“That’s it, Harry, don’t hold back, I like hearing how much you want me,” Severus held Harry’s hips in place and ground roughly against Harry’s prostate, eliciting the most beautiful heartfelt howl.
“Tell me,” Severus gasped, rutting into the thrashing boy furiously as he felt the first telltale signs of impending orgasm.
“Want this, want you, fucking love it!” Harry shouted sincerely, tossing his head as his cock started to spasm with pent-up pleasure.
“Oh God, Snape, I’m coming!” Harry yelped a warning before his hand flew to his cock to wring out as much sensation as possible. But before he could reach for his throbbing member, a white, spidery hand beat him to it, stroking frantically as the first spurts of pearly seed erupted from Harry’s prick, splattering across his flushed chest and stomach and decorating him in white beads.
“Gods, yes!” Severus snarled triumphantly, lurching forwards onto his elbows and pumping his hips madly as his own orgasm consumed him. Harry was suddenly crushed under the man’s hot, hard weight, his spent cock jerking appreciatively as Snape shuddered violently above him, flooding his channel with sticky warmth.
When the last of Snape’s tremors had settled, the two men lay together, panting heavily. Harry was still pinned beneath Snape, but rather than feeling claustrophobic, he felt strangely protected. Snape was slick with his exertions, and Harry marvelled at the way his fingers slid effortlessly over Snape’s warm, saturated back. Even more intriguing, Harry wasn’t at all put off by lying on the floor, wet and sticky with a sweaty man draped over him. On the contrary, the notion sent a series of shuddering aftershocks through Harry’s body.
Sensing the movement, and all too aware of the fact that he was a good two stones heavier than the boy beneath him, Severus rolled off Harry and turned to look at him.
“Harry, if you tell Ron about this, you’re dead.” Snape tried his best Hermione Granger imitation.
Harry smirked. “Sorry, not falling for it. I know it’s you, Snape.”
Snape smiled wryly - that beautiful crooked smile! - and raised a questioning eyebrow. “How do you know for sure?” he demanded accusingly.
Harry shrugged. “Just do.” He answered shortly, scooting over into Severus’ arms.
Severus smirked and nipped Harry’s head in an affectionate gesture. That answer would certainly do for now.
~*~
One Month Later…
“Hermione!” Harry crashed through the Potions Lab’s front doors again, heart racing a million miles a minute.
“Harry!” Hermione staggered over to him, her nose blackened with soot, but seeming otherwise okay. And, more importantly, she was clearly Hermione. Harry sighed with relief.
“Is Severus…?” Harry couldn’t finish his sentence.
“He’s fine, Harry, but-” Hermione was cut off as Harry rather rudely shoved past her, relief washing over him as Severus stood, clearly unharmed.
“Severus!” Harry exhaled with relief as he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
“Ahh! Harry! Oh fuck, gross!” Severus yelped, toppling backwards in shock and wiping his mouth furiously on the back of his hand.
“Harry.”
Harry turned and was greeted by Ron, leaning back against a lab table, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow as Severus made an odd, gagging noise.
“Weasley, perhaps you might care to explain?” Ron drawled, sneering a very familiar sneer as Severus clumsily scrambled to his feet, blushing madly.
…oh no.
Oh hell no.
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: N-17 (yayz, porn time)
Summary: Snape and Hermione have switch bodies, and Harry feels guilty over his inappropriate request of his best friend.
Warnings: Boy smex.
Word Count: 2300
Authors Note: My crack!fairy and porn!fairy have served me well this day *pets her fairy friends*
~*~
When Harry returned, he was instantly relieved to see that Hermione had stopped crying and was waiting for him in the lounge room. She turned, black eyebrows rising in surprise as she caught sight of the flowers Harry had bought her by way of apology. She opened her mouth to speak, but Harry stopped her with a halting gesture of his hand as he carefully set the bouquet on the mahogany table-top.
“Look, Hermione, before you say anything, I just want to say I’m really, really sorry; I know being stuck as Snape is difficult enough without me asking for a look at you with your kit off… which was totally inappropriate, and I don’t really know what I was thinking when I asked that… shit, Hermione, will you please say something?” Harry ran a hand through his hair and stared at his best friend, whose eyebrows had climbed to the pinnacle of Snape’s forehead and had planted their national flag.
“Potter.”
…Potter?
Oh no.
Oh hell no.
Harry stood, gaping, as Severus Snape, back in his full glory, drew himself up proudly and drawled “My antidote was a perfect success, as you can well see. Miss Granger gives her apologies for leaving so abruptly. She seems to have left you a note, thanking you for your help and forgiving you your... ‘indiscretion'. Which I am to assume…” Snape quirked an eyebrow, and Harry’s face burst into flames.
“I swear… I didn’t…” Oh please, please, let this be Hermione playing some sick joke.
“You didn’t ask Miss Granger to reveal my body for your own voyeuristic titillation?” Snape sneered. Not a joke then, Harry acknowledged glumly. He’d know that sneer anywhere.
“No!” Harry lied shamelessly, and apparently very unconvincingly, for Snape snorted and shook his head in disgust.
Harry’s entire body burned with mortification as a twisted smirk stole over Snape’s features - not the beautiful crooked smile Hermione had given him, but a smug, arrogant smirk. Harry felt anger surfacing through his humiliation; Snape was mocking him, he was enjoying Harry’s embarrassment, he was pulling off his shirt and…
What?
Harry blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. They weren’t, but maybe Snape was, because that could be the only logical reason he was now tossing his shirt across the room and reaching between his legs to tug open his zipper.
“What are you doing?” asked Harry stupidly.
“What does it look like?” Snape drawled, greedily eyeing the sweat building on Potter’s upper lip.
It looked like something Harry would very much like to do himself, if he wasn’t rooted to the spot, paralysed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Black trousers slid down white legs, leaving Snape standing in nothing but his underwear, looking ridiculously self-confident considering he was half-naked in the middle of Harry’s sitting room.
Oh. Not half-naked anymore, Harry realized as Severus carefully stepped out of his last garment, revealing a darkly flushed cock jutting proudly from a wiry thatch of pubic hair. Snape naked was every bit as breathtaking as Harry had imagined, and oh yes, he had imagined plenty; but never would Harry have guessed the beautifully toned muscles that belied Snape’s slim frame, or the shockingly arousing contrast of black body hair against marble-white skin. Never had Harry even begun to imagine what Snape might look like in a state of arousal, his chest rising and falling softly with laboured breaths, his cheekbones glowing with a heated blush and his cock - oh what a cock! - straining eagerly against his foreskin, desperate for any kind of touch. Snape was totally, completely and inarguably gorgeous.
“Buh.” Harry summarised, roving his eyes hungrily over Snape’s groin, his own prick throbbing in sympathy as a wet smear slicked down the black hairs on Snape’s firm abdomen.
“Well, Potter?” Snape reached down and palmed his cock, deliberately squeezing a fat bead of precome from his swollen slit. “Does this meet your expectations?”
Harry gurgled.
“I am thrilled to hear it.” Snape nodded.
Then, something horrible happened.
Snape picked up his clothes.
“Wait!” Harry bleated, his scandalised cock throbbing in outrage.
“Whatever for?” Snape quirked an unimpressed eyebrow. “You have seen me. You got what you wanted, did you not?”
“No!” Harry protested vehemently. Well yes, he had, but having never expected to even get this far with Snape, Harry now found that merely looking at Snape wasn’t near enough.
“Then what?”
Hardly believing Snape needed an answer, Harry stripped away his clothes in record time, stumbling as he tried to tear away his trousers before his shoes, but nevertheless achieving his aim of ending up as exposed as the absurdly shaggable man standing across the room-
Not across the room, Harry corrected himself. Right in front of him. Against him. On top of him, Harry yelped as Snape knocked him unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor and straddled his wriggling hips.
“Say it, Potter.” Snape hissed, cruelly pinching Harry’s already taught and sensitive nipples.
“It?” Harry blurted, thrusting his hips in the air madly, trying to get some contact on his heated, hypersensitive cock.
Snape rolled his eyes. “Not ‘it’,” he snapped, leaning forwards to bite Harry’s neck in reprimand. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Snape finished his instructions by pointedly inserting his tongue into Harry’s ear.
“Fuck me!” he burst out, squealing when Snape sighed in his ear, the warm, tickling sensation sending shivers of goosebumps down Harry’s heated flesh.
“I intend to, Potter, believe you me.” Snape growled, wriggling his hot, wet tongue into Harry’s ear again, groaning when Harry cried out and writhed wantonly beneath him.
“S-stop, Snape, I’ll come!” Harry warned shrilly, secretly delighted at the idea of coming just from this, but completely unwilling to suffer the ridicule that would certainly follow if he came before Snape even touched his cock.
“Oh, I know you will, Potter.” Snape promised, withdrawing his tongue from Harry’s ear in favour of tracing the ‘O’ of Harry’s moaning mouth. “But when you come, you will be twisting and writhing on my cock, and not a moment before, understand?”
“Yes!” Harry moaned, although Snape wasn’t sure if that was acknowledgement, or because Harry had finally found some friction and was rubbing energetically against the cleft of Snape’s arse. God, he was ripe and literally begging for it, and Snape felt an intense spike of arousal chase away the last of his patience.
“Lubricant.” Snape breathed shortly, sliding down Harry’s body and settling in between his legs, poking out a teasing tongue to drag wetly along the length of Harry's reddened cock.
Harry curled his toes and desperately fought off orgasm as he clumsily performed a wordless summoning charm; several objects flew haphazardly out of the video cupboard behind him, among which were the lubricant and some private DVD’s that Snape resolved to mock Harry about later.
“Knees up.” Snape breathed hoarsely, but Harry had already pulled them into place, his hole clenching eagerly as though trying to coax Snape inside.
Not a virgin, then, Snape mused as Harry’s arse greedily swallowed the first oiled digit, taking the second with similar ease. It was only out of habit that Snape added the third and stretched the already pliant walls of Harry’s passage, crooking them against his prostate every now and then so he could watch and feel the boy convulse and swear delightedly.
“Shit, hurry up, Snape…” Harry whined, canting his hips and driving his needy prick in the air, while simultaneously trying to bear down and skewer himself on Snape’s impossibly long fingers. Snape jabbed them one last time against Harry’s sweet spot, before pulling them out with a disgustingly arousing squelch.
“Slick me.” Snape ordered, pouring a generous amount of sweet-smelling lube into Harry’s hand. Nodding enthusiastically, Harry quickly wrapped his hand around the warm, rigid pole of flesh, flushing with arousal when it pulsed in his palm. Snape hissed and moved his hips forwards encouragingly as Harry smeared the oil over his cock, continuing to stroke firmly even after Severus was slicked from root to tip.
“Enough,” Severus rasped when Harry’s other hand wandered down to the flushed, wrinkled skin of Severus’ sac and started rolling his balls gently. The fluid within was getting dangerously close to making an untimely appearance as Harry swiped a firm thumb over Severus’ leaking slit.
Harry lay back with an impish grin, one that was clearly begging to be bitten away with savage kisses. Severus snarled and did just that, all the while rolling his hips against Harry’s demandingly until Harry spread them open in needy abandon.
“Please, Snape, fuck me, please!” Harry begged, his head tilting back and his arms falling by his head in a gesture of surrender, splaying his body for Severus to ravish.
Severus grunted in approval and hastily aligned himself with Harry’s hole, emitting a throaty groan as Harry squirmed downwards, trying to impale himself on Severus’ cock. Severus pushed forwards abruptly, not pausing until he was fully sheathed inside Harry’s silky, pulsing warmth.
“Uhh-hh God…” Harry moaned, eyes crossing in demented pleasure as he squirmed beneath Severus’ unrelenting weight. His body twinged indignantly at the rude intrusion, but Severus was so hot and hard and just perfect inside of him that Harry couldn’t bring himself to mind the initial burning before his muscles accepted and welcomed Severus’ presence.
Severus, meanwhile, busied himself by grinding his hips, changing the angle until Harry bucked and swore, clutching at Severus’ shoulder at the sensation of a heavy cock pressing against his prostate.
“There, then.” Severus decided, almost talking to himself as he quickly seized Harry’s hips and held him in the optimum position. The boy wouldn’t last much longer, Snape knew; Harry’s cock was already purple and swollen and fit to burst, having not wilted even the slightest when Severus had penetrated him. Severus, likewise, doubted he’d make it past Harry’s climax; just the thought of seeing this beautiful creature dancing on his cock at the height of ecstasy was making Severus bite the inside of his lip in an effort to rein in his wayward arousal.
Harry let out a long, keening moan as Severus started to move between his legs, slow at first, but quickly building in speed and power. Every jostle of friction had Harry rubbing almost painfully against the carpet, and he knew he’d have burn marks tomorrow, but the rapidly building pinpricks of pleasure in his cock and spreading deliciously through his passage were more than enough to make it worthwhile.
Harry screamed as Severus’ restraint snapped completely, and Harry found himself ploughed brutally into the floor. Severus hammered his hips into Harry's body madly, pounding him full of hot, swollen cock. Severus’ lank hair swung about his flushed face wildly as he rammed forwards again and again, his eyes wide and furious and his mouth keeping up a constant stream of filth that was nothing short of music to Harry’s ears.
“Fuck yes, you love that dick, don’t you boy? You can’t get enough of my prick; look at you spread open underneath me and begging for it!”
Harry hadn’t been aware he was begging, but now as he listened he heard his own voice whimpering out the occasional ‘please’ along with ‘harder’, ‘more’.
“That’s it, Harry, don’t hold back, I like hearing how much you want me,” Severus held Harry’s hips in place and ground roughly against Harry’s prostate, eliciting the most beautiful heartfelt howl.
“Tell me,” Severus gasped, rutting into the thrashing boy furiously as he felt the first telltale signs of impending orgasm.
“Want this, want you, fucking love it!” Harry shouted sincerely, tossing his head as his cock started to spasm with pent-up pleasure.
“Oh God, Snape, I’m coming!” Harry yelped a warning before his hand flew to his cock to wring out as much sensation as possible. But before he could reach for his throbbing member, a white, spidery hand beat him to it, stroking frantically as the first spurts of pearly seed erupted from Harry’s prick, splattering across his flushed chest and stomach and decorating him in white beads.
“Gods, yes!” Severus snarled triumphantly, lurching forwards onto his elbows and pumping his hips madly as his own orgasm consumed him. Harry was suddenly crushed under the man’s hot, hard weight, his spent cock jerking appreciatively as Snape shuddered violently above him, flooding his channel with sticky warmth.
When the last of Snape’s tremors had settled, the two men lay together, panting heavily. Harry was still pinned beneath Snape, but rather than feeling claustrophobic, he felt strangely protected. Snape was slick with his exertions, and Harry marvelled at the way his fingers slid effortlessly over Snape’s warm, saturated back. Even more intriguing, Harry wasn’t at all put off by lying on the floor, wet and sticky with a sweaty man draped over him. On the contrary, the notion sent a series of shuddering aftershocks through Harry’s body.
Sensing the movement, and all too aware of the fact that he was a good two stones heavier than the boy beneath him, Severus rolled off Harry and turned to look at him.
“Harry, if you tell Ron about this, you’re dead.” Snape tried his best Hermione Granger imitation.
Harry smirked. “Sorry, not falling for it. I know it’s you, Snape.”
Snape smiled wryly - that beautiful crooked smile! - and raised a questioning eyebrow. “How do you know for sure?” he demanded accusingly.
Harry shrugged. “Just do.” He answered shortly, scooting over into Severus’ arms.
Severus smirked and nipped Harry’s head in an affectionate gesture. That answer would certainly do for now.
~*~
One Month Later…
“Hermione!” Harry crashed through the Potions Lab’s front doors again, heart racing a million miles a minute.
“Harry!” Hermione staggered over to him, her nose blackened with soot, but seeming otherwise okay. And, more importantly, she was clearly Hermione. Harry sighed with relief.
“Is Severus…?” Harry couldn’t finish his sentence.
“He’s fine, Harry, but-” Hermione was cut off as Harry rather rudely shoved past her, relief washing over him as Severus stood, clearly unharmed.
“Severus!” Harry exhaled with relief as he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
“Ahh! Harry! Oh fuck, gross!” Severus yelped, toppling backwards in shock and wiping his mouth furiously on the back of his hand.
“Harry.”
Harry turned and was greeted by Ron, leaning back against a lab table, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow as Severus made an odd, gagging noise.
“Weasley, perhaps you might care to explain?” Ron drawled, sneering a very familiar sneer as Severus clumsily scrambled to his feet, blushing madly.
…oh no.
Oh hell no.