Areas of Expertise

-- Thanks to my reviewers, you pretty much forced me to sit down and write this chapter - which damn near drove me to drink! The boys weren't co-operating for ever such a long time!



-- By the way, when I say I've written the last chapter I do ONLY mean the last chapter. The rest will be posted as soon as they're done (as I've been doing since I started this.)SP



Chapter Twelve – Expensive Tastes



“Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it’s compounding a felony.” Robert Benchley.



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Snape was sitting in his quarters, sipping appreciatively at the Old Ogden’s Special Reserve Fire Whiskey he had recently acquired and tried to relax. His black boots were lying haphazardly by his side, as was his over robe.



A tentative knock caused a frown to stir.



He rose, sighing as he pulled the cloak and boots back on. It would never do to appear in anything less than full terrifying regalia, and opened the door.



“Potter!” He was surprised. He was man enough to admit to himself that yes, the boy had managed to shock him.



“Er… sir,” the Gryffindor began, as if he hadn’t quite worked out what he wanted to say (which wasn’t too far from the truth). He kept his eyes determinedly fixed on the ground.



A quirked eyebrow was his response.



“Er … I … er … wanted to … er …. apologise for … er … well … er …”



“For Merlin’s sake, Potter! Finish a sentence!”



Harry flicked his eyes up, and his mouth, which had been open on another “er”, closed. His breath rushed out of him.



Snape, now able to identify Harry’s states of arousal, recognised the signs. Sighing (he noticed he begun doing much more sighing since the boy had slept with him), he waved the lad into his rooms.



The boy looked startled for a moment then followed the older man in. He tried not to jump as the door banged shut behind him and locked itself.



“Now, Potter,” Snape began, removing his boots, and resisting the urge to sigh, “what is the problem?”



“Er…”



Gritting his teeth against the irritating sound, Snape realised this was going to take a while and sat down. His hadn reached out automatically for the glass and he took a sip, closing his eyes briefly to more fully enjoy the delicious flavour of the Fire Whiskey.



Harry stood still fairly close to the door, hands twisting in the hem of his shirt.



Snape twisted slightly in his seat. “Sit down!” he ordered, pointing to the chair opposite his own. A chair that bore few marks of ever having been used.



“Um,” Harry emitted as he did so.



Pressing his fingers across his eyeballs, Snape tried to relax once more. In his long years of spying, he had learnt to take his relaxation when he could as he never knew at what moment death or pain might come.



Snape tried to ignore the youth, hoping that the youngster would speak when he felt comfortable. He sipped once again at his drink.



“What’s that?” Harry asked, looking at the tumbler still pressed to Snape’s lips.



The teacher told him.



“How come it looks different to what you gave me the night we …” he trailed off, embarrassed.



Severus resolved to himself that he would not sigh, nor become irritated with the other. “That was Old Ogden’s Fire Whiskey. This is the Special Reserve. It is much nicer.”



“How come you didn’t give me that?”



Fighting the urge to answer, “I wouldn’t waste GOOD whiskey on a brat like you!” Snape said, “I have only just acquired this. The night we coupled I had not this in my possession.”



“Can I try some?”



The boy’s audacity took his breath away. This was the boy who had come on to him the previous day, run out on him that day, and he now wanted to blithely drink some of Snape’s prized 50-galleons-a-bottle Special Reserve.



I will not allow the irritating brat to annoy me. He told himself sternly.



Rising, he moved to a cupboard, opened it and removed a tumbler. He walked back to his seat, filled it with a small measure of the Whiskey and then passed it across to Harry.



Harry sniffed suspiciously at it then took a sip. “Mmmm,” he commented, licking his lips, “that’s lovely.”



Shit! He had to have expensive tastes, didn’t he?



The potions master continued to enjoy his own drink, noticing that Harry had finished his rather quickly and was now eyeing the bottle surreptously. Resigning himself to the loss of his precious Special Reserve, Snape waved a long fingered hand to indicate ‘Go for it.’



Harry rose quickly, and re-filled his glass. He took a deep gulp still standing over the other. “Mmmmm,” he repeated intelligently. His shining green eyes fixed on the black ones of the teacher. “Mmmm,” he stated a third time, gaze still locked on the older man.



Suddenly Severus felt as if the heat had increased in the room, and he was sure his trousers had magically shrunk. He swallowed. He wanted the boy, oh, so very much, but Harry was still experimenting with his sexuality. Could Snape cope when the boy inevitably decided that a ‘normal’ relationship was the one for him? Could he go back to just being the boy’s teacher?



I’ll never go back to just being that. I’ll always be the father of his child. The thought comforted and reassured him enough to put down his tumbler, reach out with his hand and stroke along the other’s arm.



A gasp and a shudder came from the boy; then all at once he was in Snape’s lap, kissing the other as if his world was crumbling. Perhaps it was.



Snape’s hands encircled the boy, pulling him tight to him. Their tongues slipped, messy and needy, against each other, and their hands gripped and clung and touched any bit of the other that they could find.



Severus’ hands moved and slid under the layers of clothing and slid across bare skin. Harry pulled his lips free and gasped, “Please!” against the Slytherin’s neck. Snape took the opportunity to kiss the boy’s throat, tongue tasting the damp skin, teeth grazing over the pulsing vein. Another shudder rewarded his efforts.



Harry shifted in Snape’s lap so that he was straddling the older man. “Fuck me!” He moaned, “Goddamit, fuck me!”



“I will,” Snape promised in that voice that made Harry groan, “I’ll make you ride me so hard you can’t walk.”



“Merlin!” Harry panted, hips jerking at the suggestion, dick pressing against his trousers, wet with his need.



“Aufero induviae!” Snape said, managing to reach the wand on the table and point it roughly in the direction of Harry.



“Oh!”



A lap-full of naked boy made Snape’s thoughts scatter a little. He was entirely taken up for the moment with the need to claim every inch of the boy’s body as his with his lips, his tongue, his hands. Harry’s ass came in for a good amount of squeezing, which forced the boy’s hips up each time as he groaned with pleasure.



“Fuck. Me.” Harry needed to pant between the two words, so aroused was he.



Snape took one palm from the boy’s skin (although it took almost all of his self-will to do so), grabbed his wand and pointed it at himself. He repeated the spell and an instant later he was skin to skin with Harry; his throbbing dick pressing up trying to reach the tight entrance it so longed for.



One hand was still curled about the wooden stick and he used it to point blindly across the room and called out, “Accio Lubricant,” a small vial flew across the space and landed on the table. Dropping his wand, Snape wrapped his arms tight about the boy and licked along the pulsing vein, the heaving chest, and fastened on a nipple.



“Oh God, no!” Harry groaned as the delicious torture began. His nub was pulled into that warm wet cavern and thoroughly lathed. Lips closed around it and tugged it away from his chest. Harry saw fireworks sparking across his vision.



“Harder,” he gasped.



Snape’s teeth joined the torment and bit down on the swollen lump.



“AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Harry screamed and hot fluid spurted over Snape’s stomach and chest.



The boy sagged, tired, but Snape wouldn’t let him rest. He took the vial and slicked his fingers. Making the most of the lad’s lax state, he gently pressed one long digit in, pleased when the other grunted but made no move to stop him or fight it. He pumped in and out for a short time before adding a second finger. Harry shifted slightly, a little uncomfortable, but again Snape moved steadily within the boy and when he felt Harry’s hips rocking back against him, added the third. A gasp was forced out, but Harry rode the fingers, cock beginning to swell once more.



Snape used his other hand to tip the remaining contents of the vial over his dick. He waited for a few more moments, watching the boy writhe delightfully on the fingers embedded in his ass. He tugged the digits free, enjoying the moan of disappointment from Harry.



“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “soon you’ll be riding my cock.”



He positioned the moaning boy carefully and pulled him down so that his pucker was just being nudged at by Snape’s twitching prick. Slowly he drew the Gryffindor down so that the tight passage was stretched and filled by the massive cock.



“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss,” Harry hissed, eyes half closed as he lowered himself onto the other’s throbbing shaft.



He stilled once the whole length was buried within him and he could feel the hot balls of the other pressing against his skin. He moved forward and brought his lips to the older man’s. They kissed and Harry lifted himself up, feeling the stretch in his body and loving how full he felt.



He slid back down, tongue messily probing into the Slytherin’s mouth. He rolled his hips until he felt the sharp jab of intense pleasure as his nub was touched, then he lifted free again.



“Do it!” He ground out, as he pulled back to draw breath. “Fuck me.”



Snape groaned, and managed to slide out of the chair and press over the lad, who wrapped a muscular pair of legs tightly about him. He gripped Harry’s hands and bent his head to kiss him.



Their tongues mimicked what their lower bodies were doing. Snape moved relentlessly in and out of the boy, rocking up to ensure he jabbed as often as possible at Harry’s prostrate. The youth moaned helplessly and tightened his grip on Snape’s hands.



Snape claimed Harry’s mouth as fully as he claimed the boy’s arse. Over and over he filled the youngster’s body with his long, achingly hard shaft. Over and over Harry clenched around him and dug his nails into the backs of Snape’s hands.



Severus’ control finally broke and he ripped his lips free, pressing them to the Gryffindor’s neck, and began pounding into the willing body beneath him.



“Harder,” Harry whispered.



“You like it, don’t you, you little slut?” Snape growled as he rammed himself as fully as possible inside the other. “You like my dick in you.”



“Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Harry wailed.



“Whore!” Snape forced out through clenched teeth, body jerking violently against the youth’s. “Beg me.”



“Fuck me.” Harry gasped, wanting nothing more than to have his ass filled forever.



“My little slut.” Snape snarled, prick throbbing as it slammed into the slick channel. “My slut. My whore.”



Harry moaned.



“Aren’t you?” the other grunted, still forcing his shaft deep into the eager body. “Aren’t you?”



“Yes, oh god, yes.” Harry sobbed, body tense with impending climax.



“Mine,” he growled as he stabbed the youth’s prostrate. “This belongs to … ME!” he stated , prick hitting the nub as he shouted the last word.



Harry arched his back, mouth open and came.



Severus stilled inside the other, waiting for Harry to return to the present. Once he was sure of the lad’s awareness, he began thumping into the sated body, slamming his swollen dick deep into the warm wet passage, ramming himself in and out as Harry panted under him.



Growling incoherently, Snape splashed his seed forcefully into the tight channel. He collapsed over Harry, gasping for breath.



--Hope you enjoyed. My amazingly detailed notes for this chapter read (and I quote): H gets drunk and they shag. At least some things are going to plan! SP