Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Mizzfreestyle

Edited by: Laurie-an


Warnings: Mature content

Chapter Ten:

“Adultery”

It was Christmas Eve and Caitlin was noticeably absent from preparations for the upcoming celebrations. Conveniently claiming her cold had gotten the best of her, she informed the household that she needed most of the day to rest in order to have some energy for the party later that evening and was not to be disturbed until her guests’ arrival. Adding that the boys needed some male bonding time anyway, she unknowingly sowed the seeds of her ruin. Snape stepped away from her bed and left the room, arguably post haste, and returned to the drawing room where Harry sat eating freshly baked cookies.

He studied the boy, who had his eyes tightly closed whilst savouring the fresh sweetness of the biscuit. Large chocolate chunks smeared Harry’s lips, rendering them quite delectable to the Professor’s eyes, and, he thought, temptation had never been harder to resist than at that moment. “We are going out,” he said, his voice low and sultry.

Harry, not having seen Snape enter the room, looked up, startled. “Sorry. We, going out? What?” he asked, his tongue caressing his bottom lip in chase of a particularly unruly bead of chocolate.

Severus inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes, indeed, Potter. We, meaning you and I, are going into the town, which necessitates the going out part, as there are items for tonight’s events that I will need to collect. And, of course, Christmas presents to buy.” Taking a step closer to the younger man, he added, “Please, do not think I will leave you here; I do not trust you to be alone with my wife.”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around? How can she trust me being alone with her husband?” Harry argued.

“What she does not know will not hurt her.” Snape dismissed.

Harry swallowed his milk and the last of his cookie. “When do we leave?”

“Immediately.” Snape noted Harry’s mischievous hand, as it not so furtively reached for another cookie, “That is, if you have finished spreading chocolate across your face.”

Harry snatched the cookie with purpose and said, “Alright. Let’s go.”

First on the rather large shopping list were the presents, so they headed for a very nice gift emporium toward the centre of the pretty high street. For his friends and family, Snape bought several magical cards, to be filled with money later, and various scented bath oils. However, Caitlin’s nieces and nephews proved to be more problematic. After circling the shop for several minutes, he turned to Harry for advice, who shot back, “You’ve dated a teen, Sir. Surely you must have some idea?”

“Potter, I never bought you a single item while we were together.”

Harry stared out of the window, frowning, while a young couple, his arm pressed into her waist, passed by. Snape was right and the realization doused his agreeable mood. “Are they into sports?”

“Quidditch. The lot of them – or, most certainly, the boys are. What about for the girls?”

“Buy some Quidditch stuff for the blokes and for the girls… Shoes.”

Snape groaned, good God, shoes, he thought. Of course, they would want shoes. Caitlin had approximately five pairs for one of his, which meant that his inevitably ended up squashed beneath wedged heels or pierced by stilettos.

Leaving the emporium, Snape led them to the town’s only department store and into the shoe section. Several assistants giggled, and whispered to each other behind their hands when Harry walked towards them. Acting in a manner redolent of a level of efficiency that would surprise their supervisor, they swarmed over The-Boy-Who-Lived and completely disregarded the man accompanying him. Snape stood outside the giggling group and tried unsuccessfully to ignore the attention Harry was receiving as he was trying to pick out three different pair of shoes for Caitlin’s nieces. He seemed to think teenaged witches generally wore boots with medium sized heels, or so Hermione did, and there were plenty available. However, since the girls were starting to irritate Harry’s already tender nerves, he made a selection quickly and handed them to Snape before disappearing out of the store. After a few minutes, Snape joined him, leaning against the outside wall of the store. “Those girls were all over you.”

“I don’t suppose you’ve noticed, but I’m a good looking young man,” Harry shrugged his shoulders and winked at Snape.

“I suppose I should not be surprised that you have failed to realize that I am not into younger men,” he sneered.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “Is there a store here that sells Quidditch supplies and such?”

Snape discreetly touched the bags, transforming them into tiny objects that would fit into Harry’s messenger bag. “Of course, Potter.”

In ten minutes, Harry was staring at a small sporting goods store called The Boar’s Goods. “Are you sure they have Quidditch stuff here?” asked Harry, as he looked up at the sky. It looked like it was going to start raining soon.

“More sure than I am about a lot of things.” Snape looked down at Harry and then quickly looked away before Harry could pick up on the comment.

Thirty five minutes later and they then were once again moving through the streets, having bought sundry gloves, broomstick cleaning kits and mock snitches. “Party supplies,” Snape reminded himself aloud.

“Not before it starts to rain again.”

No sooner had he said the words than the first few droplets fell. Very soon, it began to rain in earnest, and before Snape could transfigure an umbrella it was pouring. Boldly, Harry grabbed hold of Snape’s hand and led him towards a little dome supported on four pillars in the middle of a small park. Under its shelter, Snape used his wand to dry his hair and clothes. However, once he looked at Harry, drenched and dripping from the heavy rain, he became still. There was water trickling down Harry’s face, over his cheeks, down his lips, dripping off his chin. His messy hair clung to his face, and his clothes did the same, showing Snape Harry’s lean figure. Only one thing was certain in Snape’s mind: he liked what he saw. “Are you done gawking at me?” Harry broke Snape’s thoughts.

“It might be that I am not.”

“Good, look all you want. Maybe it’ll help you realize what you lost.”

“From what I am seeing, I do not think I lost much,” he sneered.

Harry narrowed his eyes but decided to ignore the comment. If his plans for Snape were to materialize, it would not do to waste the holiday in argument. “Are you going to dry me off or do you like to see me wet and shivering?” If it had been summer and he had been wearing a t-shirt, as opposed to a thick jacket, then maybe Snape would have let him freeze, he thought.

Snape reached out, smirked, and then pressed his wand against Harry’s chest. He mumbled a spell and Harry was dry again. “It is nothing that I have not already seen.” At that, Harry wanted to shove Snape away but the man caught the boy’s hand and held it in his own. “Mmm, aggressive.”

“No.” Harry tried to push Snape with his other hand but Snape caught it too and now held the both of them in his.

“I am stronger than you.” Snape emphasized his words by pushing the boy back against one of the pillars. “And I can make you writhe.”

“Why don’t you prove it?” Harry whispered provocatively.

Snape looked around then advanced until his taller figure pressed against that of the boy’s. He was conscious of taut muscle beneath the heavy clothing and the rich, sweet scent of his former lover. He was all too aware that there was no one around to stop him from tasting the full, rosy lips, just an inch from his own. Even his conscience was indifferent to a flirtation, a little dalliance perhaps, with Harry. He also knew that the young man never felt in danger when with him, that his trust was infinite and, therefore, was utterly vulnerable. He would let Snape take anything and give more if only Snape pushed a little.

So he did. He pressed harder against the young man’s body until he could feel Harry’s groin against his. Their eyes met and held until Snape moved Harry’s head to one side and pressed his lips to the soft skin of his neck. “Mmm. You like doing that to me, don’t you?” Harry whispered.

Denial seemed like a good idea at the moment but any idiot would see it for what it was. “Who would not?”

Harry pushed Snape’s head away from him so that they faced one another again, his lips slightly parted. Neither one of them moved, so, in a voice liquid with desire, he demanded, “Are you going to kiss me anytime soon?”

Hands cradled Harry’s face and Snape looked into the young man’s eyes. He could neither deny nor suppress the urge to kiss that luscious mouth. He could feel his heart accelerate with each passing second while his mind chanted to him, kiss him. Just kiss him. Caitlin won’t know. Belatedly, his conscience woke to the danger. She just lost her baby.

“You will see me mad and in bedlam,” said Snape softly, as he continued to look into Harry’s eyes.

“As long as you’re mad for me, I guess it’s okay.”

HARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTER

“Oh, Albus, I wasn’t expecting you,” said Caitlin, as she opened the door.

“I heard the dreadful news, Professor Snape, and wanted to see if you were alright.” He raised his hand, and nodded to the basket held there. “Also, I took the liberty of bringing you some treats.”

Caitlin led Dumbledore into the kitchen and set some hot water on the stove. “It’s nice to see you, Albus, how have you been?”

“I should be asking you that, my dear. The dreadful news I heard refers to your baby.”

Caitlin nodded softy then sat down. She did not want to say much and Dumbledore sympathized. “I am sorry, Caitlin, I am sure you would have made a wonderful mother.”

“It was going to be a girl,” Caitlin sniffed, wiping her nose on a scrap of lace tucked into her sleeve. “I was going to name her Zoë.”

Dumbledore obligingly changed the subject, just touching her shoulder to indicate he understood, and then looked around. There was no sign of Harry or the other Professor Snape. “Where are the boys?”

“They are out shopping. I considered they could both benefit from an opportunity to engage in some male bonding.”

Dumbledore’s eyes turned from a deep blue of sympathy to a twinkling sky-blue. “I am sure they have engaged in plenty of that already.”

“Really?” Caitlin looked up. “It doesn’t seem that way. Severus is always berating poor, sweet Harry.”

“Well, yes he does. A lot. However, I know that that is how Severus shows he cares and, therefore, is nothing to worry about.”

“I am a little concerned…they have both intimated that they have a complicated past.”

Dumbledore sipped his tea before he uttered, “Who doesn’t?”

Caitlin giggled, “I guess everyone has their stories to tell and to keep to themselves.”

SEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPE

Snape was standing on the other side of the shelter, having torn himself away from Harry, who was leaning with his back against the pillar, staring out at the park as the rain fell down on the snow. Turning, Snape took in the young man. He had to admit to himself the young man was gorgeous but what else he felt was too complex and unwelcome and so he brushed it to the back of his mind. The baser side of him, the side that was not wholly married, wanted to reach out and touch Harry. He had almost kissed the boy. He had been mere inches away before he had recognized the very real danger he had been in. All he thought had centered on ripping the boy’s clothes off and bringing him to a state of total bliss. “Harry Potter, you are going to be the end of me,” he whispered, too low for his companion to hear.

A man used to being in absolute control of his emotions and actions, he could not risk being alone with Harry unless every aspect of such a meeting was by his design. Anything else would be reckless. Shrugging off all thoughts of seduction, he mentally relegated the remainder of the shopping list, consisting of party supplies, to the elves or to transfiguration.

“Come here, Potter,” Hurt and confused by Snape’s abrupt change of manner, Harry ignored him. A minute passed and he watched from the corner of his eye as the man approached him. Once the older man was directly in front of him, he allowed their eyes to meet, allowing Snape to read everything he was feeling and demanding of an explanation. However, Snape nodded once and said, “We are going back to the manor.”

A few steps across the park and Snape stopped, pulling Harry until the young man was wrapped in his arms. The younger man breathed in his relief and pressed his lips against the Potion Master’s cheek. Though it was soft and tender, almost chaste, it conveyed so much.

They walked the rest of the way back to the manor with Snape’s arm resting across the shorter man’s shoulders. With the house in view, though, Snape pulled away from Harry, not wanting his wife to see he and Harry so close. It would be difficult for her to comprehend in an innocent way; especially when she noted Harry’s posture, which was obviously that of a lover.

“Ah, Severus, it is good to see you are well,” Dumbledore greeted the two arrivals from the hall behind Caitlin, a broad smile on his face. “I hope you do not plan on leaving Harry out there in the snow.”

Snape was considering doing just that, seeing Dumbledore in his home set him, unaccountably, ill at ease. “Of course not, headmaster.”

Harry walked in from behind Snape. “Hello sir! It’s good to see you.”

“Ah, and you too, Harry. How have you been?”

“Fantastic! The Snapes’ have been taking very good care of me. I think I’ve even gained weight since I came here.”

“Wonderful news, Harry.”

It was wonderful news indeed: for Harry.

Snape rolled his eyes and made his way up the stairs, muttering about everyone’s forgiveness. He did not bother asking why Dumbledore had visited, as he was certain he would find himself tête-à-tête later when the Headmaster so wished.

No, there was only one thing going through Snape’s mind and that was to orchestrate a situation with Harry where, this time, he would be in total control. Tonight, he thought, presented a perfect opportunity, as the house would be filled with people and stealing the young man away for a while would likely go unnoticed. The first stage was to make himself look irresistible and use the next three hours to refine his plans.

It was not that difficult, as Snape had few smart dress robes. He selected a black set, with red trimming down the edges of the cutaway outer robe. Nothing extravagant, but with a touch of cologne, sleeked hair and a large platinum and ruby ring, left to him by his maternal grandmother, he was the epitome of elegance. He came down the stairs and Harry, who was sitting peacefully on the couch in the drawing room, let the book he was reading fall, along with his jaw. Snape acknowledged the blatant admiration in the young man’s eyes with a smirk.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

Snape liked that response but before he could comment, Caitlin walked through and gasped. She placed her hand on her chest and took in a deep, theatrical breath. “I don’t even think you looked that handsome on our wedding day.”

Snape rolled his eyes and turned to head towards the kitchen where Dumbledore was sitting, happily feasting upon the cookies Harry had snacked on earlier that day. Joining his mentor at the table, Snape asked “Why are you here if you don’t mind me asking?”

Taking a moment to study his Potions Master, Dumbledore explained the purpose of his visit. Snape accepted the implied condolences, which earned him another penetrating look from the old wizard. “Also, I have missed you and Harry, so Caitlin invited me to stay for your party.”

Much as Snape admired, and even loved, Dumbledore, he was not in the frame of mind for one of the old man’s in-depth discussions, which normally left his subordinate feeling slightly emotionally stripped. Luckily, the doorbell rang and Snape happily left to do his duty as host. First to arrive were Caitlin’s parents, laden with a rather brick-like fruit cake. Snape took the offering from his mother-in-law’s outstretched hands, ignored the proffered cheek, and returned to Dumbledore. If there was any person more irritating than Dumbledore it was a clucking woman, all breathless sympathy and suppressed tears for her daughter’s and his bereavement. Snape left them to outpour their compassion to Caitlin, forgetting that Harry would be left to fend for himself in the mêlée.

Relegated to the role of bystander to this familial anguish, the young man felt decidedly left out and he wandered over to the bookcase to give them some time alone. To the casual observer, Harry was, to all intent and purpose, engrossed in the leather spines of Snape’s impressive book collection. However, like his former lover, he too was bending his brain to plans that figured him and Snape spending time alone that evening. Unlike his lover, though, Harry’s plans were not concrete, or even any sort of plan. His reliance was that at some time Snape would find him, pay him some attention and allow Harry to profit from it. It was on the avenues of profit that now kept him occupied.

Another hour later and Caitlin’s entire family had arrived. Snape found that being heartily slapped on the back by the male members was preferable to being smothered by the females, all interested in getting to know Caitlin’s new husband. The older women were with Caitlin talking about nonsense if not about Caitlin’s loss, and that left the teenaged girls to drape themselves over the young Gryffindor.

“So, you seeing anyone?” asked one girl who reminded Harry of Caitlin, only with black, curly hair.

“Sort of I guess.”

“Sort of? Do you mean that you’re saving yourself for her?”

“Kind of.” Harry looked around fruitlessly for an escape.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’? Don’t you mean yes? Give us a straight answer, otherwise we’ll make fun of you.” The other girls giggled, indicating to Harry that they were definitely in a win-win situation.

Damn families, he thought. “It’s a little difficult.”

Snape, who preferred listening in on Harry’s conversation than listening to talk about the Goblin share market and Quidditch, overheard. He leaned a little further in the direction of the young group to hear better.

“Can we see your room?” asked the girls.

“I don’t live here.”

“Oh, that’s right,” said the girl with the black curly hair. “So then, where do you live?”

“A little way from here but I don’t go there until the summer.”

“That’s a little sad. You’re not even going to spend time with your family?”

“No.” Harry tried to get up to leave but the girls seemed to be tied to him by rope and they followed.

“Where are you going?”

Harry considered saying away from them but at that moment, a hand fell on his shoulder. “Don’t scare the boy,” said Caitlin, as she handed Harry a glass of Mascato D’Asti. “It’s delicious and sweet, Harry, try some.”

First, glasses of wine had been passed but as the evening progressed, bottles were handed around. Harry bypassed the floating bottles and sipped his second glass, wandering through the little factions, several of the girls still at his heels. As soon as Caitlin sat at the piano, adults began dancing; wine sloshing over the top of their glasses, or with bottles in their hands. When the tunes became livelier, the girls abandoned Harry and joined in.

With every guest thus distracted, Snape placed his wine glass on a table and strolled over to Harry, as though intent on engaging in a bit of chitchat with the Golden Boy. “Potter, you look bored.”

He nodded as Snape stood beside him, relieved that the Professor was finally attending to him. “A little. The girls were funny at first, but then they got annoying.”

“They are not your type, are they?”

“Of course not!”

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Snape chuckled and then began to fulfil his plan to lure Harry away from the party. “Come with me, Potter. I need to supply my guests with more wine and I require your assistance.”

“Where is it?”

“In the guest house, to the back of the main house.” Snape motioned for Harry to follow him and they slipped away, more easily than Snape had anticipated.

Though not unseen. From across the room, Dumbledore sighed, the usual twinkle absent from his eyes, replaced by a sorrowful hue. He set his teacup down and popped two lemon drops in his mouth. Snape’s intentions towards Harry were unclear to the wizard, although he was quite certain they were not born from real love. He knew the boy’s feelings for the Potion Master were strong and that the latter would take full advantage of them. “Severus what are you getting yourself and Harry into?” He muttered under his breath. Pondering the potentially delicate situation, Dumbledore decided that unless Harry seemed in real danger of getting hurt, he would rather stay out of any entanglement and leave them to sort it out between themselves.

It was not until they were out in the snow that Harry registered that Snape had brought him away from the party on a flimsy excuse but he was not going to complain or even think too much about why; he concentrated only on that he had done it. He smiled and spun around, arms wide, relishing the crisp evening air. He considered falling into the snow and making snow angels but Snape would probably think it childish and leave him.

Slightly ahead of him, Snape looked over his shoulder and asked, “Do you know what you want for Christmas?”

“I have an idea but a certain someone keeps playing with my feelings and so I don’t really know anymore.”

Snape half smiled and opened the guest house, stepping aside to allow Harry to go in first. “The wine is in here.”

Once inside, Harry heard the door lock. He turned around to see Snape take off his coat. He raised his brow at the tension now filling the small room. “Wait, there’s no wine is there?”

“None in here, except for some liquor perhaps. However, I think we must withstand its temptation, as I cannot have you drunk. What kind of teacher would I be if my student became intoxicated at my hands?” Harry, still standing in the middle of the room, rather thought Snape’s presence and rich, velvety voice intoxicating enough.

The Slytherin stepped closer to where Harry stood, maddeningly slow. “I repeat my question, what do you want for Christmas? Do not deny yourself what you truly want; I will give you anything.”

“Anything?” Harry asked, his heart thumping.

“Just say the word.” Snape touched Harry’s cheek with one slender finger. “We have time before dinner.”

Harry reached for the buttons on Snape’s robes, undoing one before glancing towards the door and windows. Curtains blocked most of the light, so it would be difficult to see into the room from outside. “It’s warm in here,” Harry commented, as he undid a second button. Snape laid a hand on top of the younger man’s, stilling its movement. “You’re not kidding with me, right?” asked Harry.

“Unless your wish is for me to do something that I do not want.”

“My wish is for you to do me.”

Snape had not expected the boy to be so straightforward. “Pardon?”

“Have sex with me.”

“Sex?”

“Yes sex. The real thing, where you penetrate me and come inside of me…”

There was a slight chuckle. “I am a married man, Harry.”

“You said you’d give me what I want.”

“Mmm, indeed, I suppose I did.”

A finger ran down Harry’s chest, magically undoing his buttons, and lips pressed hard against his exposed skin. “I have wanted you for far too long.” Harry’s shirt and jacket fell to the floor.

Harry felt a rush of blood to his groin, making his pants stretch tight across his hips. Snape’s tongue travelled down his throat and flicked his nipples, darting from one to the other, leaving him senseless with desire. Any remnant of intelligent thought remaining in Harry’s head disappeared once he realised that it was finally going to happen. Snape was going to make love to him.

“You’re always there, looking at me, teasing me, leading me on,” he breathed into the man’s ear. He started to work his belt loose, while Snape unzipped his pants. He stepped out of both pants and briefs and Snape repressed a gasp as he took in the square shoulders, slim hips and long, lean legs.

Snape’s lips left the young man’s chest and he leaned back, peering into his eyes, his own hooded and black with lust. He ran his hands through Harry’s hair and moved in closer, pressing his lips to his. Both had been yearning for the contact all day and their mouths opened as one, tongues darting out to caress and twist round the other.

Fireworks erupted inside Snape’s stomach and he thrust his hips against the younger man. He moaned as their groins met and he felt Harry’s cock rigid against his own. Snape held onto Harry tighter and kissed the Gryffindor, sucking his lips into his mouth. As he ground their hips together, he felt himself nearing the edge. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his excitement, pulling away slightly, but Harry used the distance to push his thigh between Snape’s, forcing them apart. He groaned and pulled his lips away. Before Harry could reach for them, he murmured, “Let me make you mine, Harry.”

Snape led him to the couch, pulling the boy into his arms and kissing him deeply. With one hand he traced circles on his chest, brushing the sensitive pink skin of his nipples, with the other he cupped Harry and began rubbing him with the flat of his hand.

“Ah!” Harry arched up and grabbed Snape’s robe. “Yesss…” Harry looked up into the obsidian eyes of his lover, mesmerized that after all his yearning Severus Snape was here, arousing him. It was Snape who was touching him and making him feel these wonderful sensations.

Snape was a little mesmerized as well but it was not romance or love that filled his senses; it was Harry’s body in his arms. He had toned out a little; subtle lines of muscles defined his abdomen and chest, which, pleasingly, was quite shapely. After licking Harry’s sides and stomach, he sucked and kissed the soft skin of his inner thighs, stopping at the crease of his groin. Harry’s moans became insistent and Snape took pity on him. He flicked his tongue lightly across Harry’s cock and the boy yelped loudly. Harry tried to push his hips up but the older man placed his hands to them and pressed them into the cushions. Darting his tongue along the slit, sucking at the dripping head, he grasped the shaft firmly and pulled on it twice before squeezing. That drew a long groan from the youngster beneath him.

Snape opened his mouth and took in the whole of Harry’s length, flicking his tongue around the shaft and sucking. Harry lost all coherence and he couldn’t contain his moans or restrain his bucking hips. Snape found being able to generate such pleasure in another very arousing. He sniggered at the realization, sending vibrations of ecstasy along Harry’s cock. That proved too much for the boy and, jerking his hips once more, the young man came hard, screaming Severus’ name.

Harry felt as though he was draped in a blanket of bliss and unable to move. He still felt a fire burning inside him and a tremble of excitement at what was to come: the culmination of his master plan.

A seductive voice roused him, “Make me hard, Harry.”

Smiling, he reached over to Snape’s pants with tremulous hands and unzipped them. The professor pulled away and turned Harry so that he was facing him. “Touch me,” Snape demanded, as he pulled his pants off and set them on the table beside the couch.

Harry leaned forward, watching for any sign that would tell Harry to stop, and took the long, thick penis in his hand. “You’re not sterile, right? It’s Caitlin that is struggling?”

Snape gazed at Harry, nonplussed. “Does it make a difference?”

“I’m just curious.”

“Hmm…” Snape leaned in and then whispered, “Given a potion, I could make you pregnant.”

Harry smiled and dropped his eyes to Snape’s massive penis. It was hot and quickly hardening in his hands. “Umm.” Snape moved in and kissed Harry’s lips again. He held Harry by the sides and seemed content to allow him to do with his cock as he pleased. He circled the tip with his thumb, grasped harder and then cupped Snape’s balls. The man was hard and weeping within seconds.

The man smiled against Harry’s lips and said, “Whenever you are ready,” Snape then touched Harry and began pulling at his shaft, which was becoming hard again. “Just let me know.”

Snape had calculated well the time they would have together but if he wanted to assure Harry’s comfort, he was going to have to start preparing the boy now. “Hold still.” He whispered a lubrication charm and reached around Harry, pushing a finger past the guardian ring while pressing butterfly kisses to his throat and cheek.

Harry gasped and tried to push his hips forwards to counter the sudden invasion. “Argh… What …” Snape pressed his lips to Harry’s again and pushed his finger in further. There was no need to explain, he felt, Harry would figure out what was happening on his own.

He traced one hand down his chest, marvelling again at the firmness of the young form and rubbed a nipple between the fingers. Harry mewled into the older man’s mouth and thrust his hips up. Snape used the movement to return a finger of his other hand into Harry and immediately he felt him tense. This time, he kept it still to allow Harry to become accustomed. Once he felt the boy relax again in his arms, he moved the finger in slow circles until his internal muscles loosened. Slowly, he inserted a second finger, scissoring them while stroking the boy’s sides and stomach. A third finger found its way in and Harry grasped the edge of the couch. After searching for a second or two, his fingers found the prostrate he rubbed against it. Harry felt a lightning bolt of pleasure whip through him and he pressed his hips down onto Snape’s hand. “F…uck!”

“Yes, that is the plan,” he smirked and continued to elicit yelps of pleasure, as he swept the nub again and again.

Harry was so immersed in pleasure that had almost forgotten what he needed to do. He had not spent several weeks preparing for nothing. He needed to see if his project was going to work. “Hmm… I don’t know. I think I’m ready to be taken…,” Harry laid back and then touched himself before Snape’s watchful eye. He ran his hands over his own shaft, over his chest and then stretched his hands out to hold onto the arm of the couch. He parted his legs and lifted one so his heel rested on Snape’s shoulder.

“I think you look rather eager.” Snape ran his hand down the inside of Harry’s outstretched leg and the young man chuckled.

He closed his legs and chuckled some more. “Why don’t you try and woo me… pry me open?”

Snape leaned over and kissed Harry again, softly, sweetly. He cupped Harry’s face and then settled himself on top of the young man. Harry gasped and found that it felt weird having Snape on top of him with his legs closed, but he refused to open them until Snape wooed him into doing it. “I would set aside an entire night to woo you, Harry, but with the limited time we have, we will be discovered before one leg is over my shoulder.”

“Take me hard,” asked Harry.

One leg was again placed on Snape’s shoulder and that was all the room he needed. He immediately pressed forwards and his entire shaft went straight into Harry before the boy realized what was happening. Harry yelped loudly and arched high in order to help Snape move in and out easily. He felt his body cringe inside and fire burn around his lower body.

Snape pulled out and Harry could have sworn he felt something rip. “Hold onto me, Harry.”

Harry did and Snape continued to move in and out of Harry without much difficulty. He had prepared Harry well enough so that nothing ill would happen. Snape wanted there to only be pleasure, and once he managed to hit the right spot, Harry was crying for him to move faster and harder. He gathered Harry in his arms and rammed his body hard into the young man’s. His balls slapped against Harry’s arse, sending fissions of pleasure straight to his groin and he angled his hips to ensure the tip of his cock hit Harry’s nub.

Harry whimpered and Snape sensed the boy was near to release. He pulled out and drew him onto his lap, with the order, “Ride me.”

Harry moved back and forth and it was Snape’s turn to moan and gasp. He liked this; having sex with Harry was sending him into a realm of total satisfaction he could not remember reaching before. “Nn…, Harry.”

Snape gripped Harry’s hips almost painfully and rested his head back against the cushion. He was close. If Harry kept moving like that, he was going to explode and he didn’t care if he was inside or all over himself.

“Harry… I’m coming.”

“Merlin, yes. Come inside of me.”

Harry, slowed his thrusts, braced one hand on the back of the couch and began pulling at himself with the other. He looked Snape in the eyes and then climaxed onto Snape’s chest. Shudders and spasms racked through Harry’s body, and Snape could feel the muscles grip his hard cock. “H… Harry!” With one hard thrust upwards, he allowed the contracting muscles to milk him dry, spurting his seed deep inside. His own orgasm was overwhelming and left him weak and light-headed. He lay back against the couch with Harry’s head against his chest.

Harry thought about the warm liquid that now filled him. There was no getting that out; even with a cleaning charm. “Again…” Harry nuzzled Snape’s neck and kissed it gently.

“Potter, you have too much energy for my good.”

“No one’s going to find us; we’ve only been away for forty minutes.”

“Then you had better resume your riding,” he grinned. Harry moved back and forth slowly, and quickly felt Snape hardening inside him. “Potter, you are relentless.”

“Come inside me again, alright? That felt… amazing.”

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As it turned out, the night was truly amazing for Harry. They had sex twice on the couch and a third time in the shower. Harry doubted that he needed that much reassurance, but either way, he was going to make sure that his potion worked.

They then returned in time for a delicious Christmas dinner and Harry was grateful that he didn’t have to walk far. His legs were shaky, to say the least, and his bottom was tender as hell. After sitting down for a while, his soreness increased and he decided to retire early, making polite excuses to Caitlin and sending a wink at Snape. Now he just needed to sit and wait before he could determine if his plan had worked.

A/N: Thank you for reading, and sorry about the wait. My editor and I have been very busy as of lately. Please review and I will get the next chapter up sooner.