Who'd have thought?

Who'd Have Thought? PART TWO: The End


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Who'd have thought that Snape could be just so bloody good?

Harry arched himself wantonly and wrapped a leg around Snape's waist. Snape's tongue was suddenly pulled from his mouth, and the man pushed away from him for a moment, taking him in with narrowed eyes. His lips were slightly swollen and therefore not as thin as they usually were- but Harry decided that he loved Snape's lips; they were utterly perfect. Besides, thick lips only got in the way.

Snape put his hand to Harry's thigh and pushed his leg back, almost to the point where his knee was beside his cheek. "Hmm... I must say Potter; I never pictured you to be so flexible. Although," there was that almost disgustingly seductive smirk again, "you are quite... lithe... aren't you? Compact." The older man groaned. "Oh... I could fuck you right here..."

The groan that came out of Harry's mouth alerted Ron and Lupin, who paused from their activities for a moment to see what had caused it. They focused on Snape, who was rubbing himself against Harry and kissing him furiously, and Harry with his leg almost behind his head. Ron turned back to Lupin.

"I want you naked, and I want it now." He growled, taking on the aggressor's role. He trailed a hand down Lupin's chest, and pinched a taut nipple through his flimsy costume.

"Hmmm... yes. But, I feel that we should..." A wolfish grin, "... unclasp those two for a moment and have our way with them. What do you say, my gorgeous one?" Lupin's fingers amused themselves just below the waistline of Ron's shorts, one thin finger dipping temptingly into his crevice.

"Very much agreed." Ron said, and then swiped his tongue along Lupin's lips before extracting himself from wolf's lap. He turned, his blue gaze directly upon Snape and Harry, before stalking over with Lupin on his heels.

Harry was in ecstasy. Snape could kiss better than anyone he knew, his tongue moving with such practiced ease that Harry knew he'd never be satisfied by anyone else's. The fact that Snape talked to him at the same time would ultimately be his undoing, as he found a mans voice one of their most sexy attributes. Also that Snape had an exceptionally deep tone was just an added bonus. He'd just slipped his hands underneath Snape's top to feel his smooth, hot skin when Snape's mouth left his own.

"What is the meaning of this, Lupin? Can't you see I'm currently engaged in rather involving activities?" Snape ground out between clenched lips, his dissatisfaction at being interrupted quite plain.

"Come now Severus, and not literally I might add, but don't you think it would be prudent to move ourselves somewhere not so... cramped?" Lupin raised an eye at the black haired potions master.

Harry caught onto his meaning and moaned out loud. "Oh yes sir, that's a brilliant idea. What do you say, professor Snape?" Harry asked, then trailed his hand down to Snape's arse and applied pressure while rolling his hips against the older mans. Harry caught Ron watching him and winked at his best friend, who grinned back and wrapped an arm around Lupin to pinch him on his arse.

"Fine." Snape growled and removed himself from on top of Harry. He stalked off rather hurriedly towards Lupin's bedroom, opened the door and entered.

"Good plan, Professor Lupin." Harry said as he too raised himself from the small couch. With a grin, he lent forwards and brushed his lips against Ron's, then kissed Lupin out right on the mouth.

For a moment Lupin was paralysed, but then he responded. Opening his mouth and tilting his head, Lupin took Harry's tongue into his mouth and caressed it at a furious pace, before wrapping an arm around him and pulling their bodies together. Both moaning simultaneously, they rubbed their engorged, cloth covered cocks together until Ron pulled them apart.

"Ok you two, enough of that out here. Come on, let's go in there and see what Snape's up to." He smirked, grabbed Harry's hand and then Lupin's, before dragging them both into he direction of the bedroom.

Meanwhile, as soon as Snape had entered the bedroom, he'd disposed of most of his costume aside from the black, silky g-string that was now the only article of clothing he sported. Impatiently he waited for Harry to join him, leaning with a frown against the post of Lupin's four-posted bed that he was very well acquainted with. He and Lupin had fucked numerous times in this particular bed, not to mention his own... and other, probably unmentionable, places around the castle when no one was looking. They were not romantically linked, like a few who noticed their interaction thought, but rather by a need for sexual gratification- that they were both very good at achieving.

As it turned out, Ron entered the room first and stood frozen as he gaped at Snape. Clad in just his g-string, Ron found his mouth watering at the sight of him. He was lean, deliciously pale and very aroused. Very, very aroused. His cock was huge, threatening to burst from within the small scrap of cloth that contained it. Oh, how he wanted to see how much of it could fit in his mouth...

"Bloody hell." Said a voice behind him- Harry's voice.

Harry's eyes were wide. "Bloody hell," he said again. "You know professor, here I was thinking that you looked fucking sexy in black leather when really, you look no less than fucking edible in almost nothing at all."

"Yes, Severus does elicit that reaction, doesn't he?" Lupin chuckled, pushing past the two younger men. He boldly walked right up to Snape and kissed him on the lips, a hand gently brushing over his crutch. Lupin growled out loud when Snape pushed him away, and onto the bed, his eyes slitted and slightly scary looking.

"Stay." Snape ordered of Lupin, before turning around to the two younger boys with nothing less than a purely evil expression on his normally dour face. Raising an eyebrow, he gestured for them to approach him.

Harry moved first, walking confidently in his heeled boots, until he stood right before the tall, sexy, g-string clad man. Ron followed closely behind, resting a hand on Harry's shoulders, his eyes trained upon the almost black ones of Snape's. Snape's eyes settled on Ron, then he beckoned him forward over Harry's shoulder and kissed him, right beside Harry's face.

"Oh my god..." Harry gasped, Ron pressed against his back and Snape against his front. They were kissing right beside his cheek and Harry could see their tongues moving and intertwining, not to mention feel their exceptionally hard cocks against his equally aroused body.

"Very good." Snape muttered, before kissing Harry, a hand coming up to pinch once of his nipples through his corset. Taking a chance Harry slipped his hand around Snape's hips and splayed his fingers across his arse, feeling the soft, hot skin and the way it swelled slightly from his body, forming a perfect subtle curve.

Ron stood transfixed at the sight of his best friend kissing Snape, unknowingly rubbing himself against the small of Harry's back. A noise on the bed alerted him, and Ron spotted Lupin- who was naked, yes naked, and pleasuring himself slowly. His cock was long, straight and the perfect thickness. The tip was glistening with pre-cum, and Ron so wanted to just lick it off...

"Come to me Ron, please... I need you." Lupin muttered, arching back off the bed and increasing his pace slightly.

That was all Ron needed to release himself from Harry, and literally dive onto the bed. He wasted no time in swiping his tongue across the head of Lupin's cock, and moaning at the salty, masculine taste he collected from there. Burying his nose in the werewolves light-coloured curls, Ron breathed in his musk, feeling completely intoxicated.

"Hmmm... smells so good..." He mumbled, leaning down to nip at an offered thigh. Just as he was grazing his teeth along the pale flesh, he yelped when a tongue ran a hot trail along his neck. Looking up he spotted Harry, who was smirking down at him; his green eyes alight with mischief.

"Snape and I were just saying that you were looking overdressed." He said, as if in reply to Ron's expression. Ron looked down at himself, before hurriedly pulling himself up and stripping until he was wearing only his silver boots, which soon joined the pile on the floor. He cock jutted out painfully, but all he wanted to do was lick Lupin's leg before taking his cock in his mouth whole.

Harry lent over and kissed Lupin in an almost feral way, their lips clashing and their teeth bumping. Lupin's hand trailed down his body, before reaching his cock. The wolf gave a hum of approval into their kiss when he felt the smoothness around Harry's cock and balls. Harry moaned into the kiss as Lupin stroked him, and a tongue caressed his back- Snape's tongue.

Snape quite enjoyed kissing and nipping Harry's back, going down lower and lower until his tongue reached the crevice he so wanted to penetrate. After waiting a moment to leave Harry anticipating, he lowered his skilled tongue and ran it down the length of his crevice, over his willing hole, coming to rest upon his smooth sac.

"Holy fuck!" Harry cried, breaking his kiss with Remus to pant out loud. He turned around, now on his hands and knees, to see Snape's face buried between his legs while the mans tongue continued to work on his balls with his mouth. When he looked back, Harry realised he'd missed his opportunity with Lupin's mouth since Ron had now claimed it. He whimpered slightly at the loss, but almost passed out when Snape's tongue circled his hole.

Pausing for the slightest of moments, Snape flipped himself over so that he was lying on his back, before resuming his prior actions. With both of his hands he separated the perfect globes of Harry's arse so that he had better access to his nether hole. Smirking to himself, he raised his head and ran his tongue from the younger mans scrotum to his anus, feeling him squirm under the pleasing contact.

Gasping out loud, Harry tried his hardest not to move when that oh-so-talented tongue pressed against him, ordering his body to surrender to his assault that soon turned internal. Not able to stop himself, Harry pressed down against the tongue, feeling it entering his body and sending sparks throughout his entire form. No one had ever done this to him, it had never even crossed his mind before... but it was just so bloody good!

Snape gave his tongue the most intense work out it had ever had, while Harry continued to fuck it steadily. Feeling the need for friction upon his own self, Snape drew his tongue out, circled the sensitive skin a little longer, and then pulled away completely. As soon as he moved away, Harry collapsed on the bed, only to resume in rubbing himself against the bedspread.

"I think not, Potter." Snape said silkily, before pulling the boy from his facedown position so that he was now sitting upright. Snape kneeled in front of him. "Suck me, now." He ordered, and watched as Harry's mouth automatically opened and sought out his leaking cock. "Hmm... you seem to have a... oh... talent for this." He said, cursing himself when his voice shook slightly.

Right next to them, Lupin delighted when he felt Ron's finger pressing against him, and lifted his hips to encourage the touch. A jar of lubricant was lying next to them, Ron having already coated his fingers with the viscous fluid. The thin, long finger breached him and soon filled him past the second knuckle. Soon he felt the second, which slipped in easy, due to Snape's insatiable libido which had left him quite prepared for not only the size of two fingers, but much more.

Ron looked to see Harry getting rimmed by Snape and moaned, licking feverishly at Lupin's peaking nipples. His fingers worked the mans hole relentlessly until he had three of his fingers in there, each time aiming for his prostate that rendered the werewolf shuddering with pleasure.

"Fuck me, oh... yes... fuck me now!" Lupin gasped, his amber eyes opening and gazing at Ron with such fierceness that he was frightened for a slight moment. He knew not to disobey the dark creature withering upon his fingers, and withdrew them, before slicking his cock with the very effective lube and flipping Lupin onto his hands and knees.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Ron positioned himself and pushed the head of his cock inside. His most precious organ slipped within the body with ease, so he deemed it safe to use a harsher pace and pushed the rest of the way in without further ado.

"Oh yes... that's it, hmm... you wont hurt me, I promise..." Lupin ranted, trying to bear down on Ron's cock, begging to be fucked.

"Your call..." Ron muttered, before pulling himself out and thrusting in as hard as he could. Lupin yelped with pleasure beneath him, so Ron did it again, and then again. He knew he was gripping Lupin's hips too hard, but he didn't care. He pounded harshly into the body beneath him, his mind focused on pleasure, and pleasure alone. He could feel the sweat building up on his brow, but it wasn't enough to drip into his eyes yet.

Out of the corner of his eye, as Harry sucked Snape's lovely cock, he saw his best mate balls-deep inside of their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's arse. Loosing his rhythm, Harry almost let his teeth loose upon the sensitive flesh he was suckling with talent, and distractedly pulled back, letting the hard appendage free of his confining mouth.

"Potter!" Snape barked, opening his eyes, his fingers tightening their hold of Harry's long, dishevelled curls. His eyes then focused on Lupin getting fucked by Ron and he moaned out loud, cursing himself for having not noticed it sooner. "Hmm... they do make quite the team, now don't they?" He said silkily, relenting his grip on Harry's hair, and pulling the boys face up close to his own.

"Sorry Snape, but I got distracted..." Harry said, turning to look Snape in the eye, his hand curling around his professor's engorged cock and stroking it lightly. He lent in and kissed the older man, groaning loudly when Snape flipped him over and settled his delicious weight upon him, stealing his tongue in the process.

Who'd have thought that Potter could taste so sweet? Snape thought in back of his mind, somewhere where the need for his release failed to dominate his every thought. He kissed the younger man deeper, harder; rubbing his cock against Potter's in the same rhythm that Ron was fucking Lupin. Oh how he yearned to be deep inside that youthful body...

Harry sensed Snape's momentary hesitation, and decided to give him a push in the right direction. "Oh, please Snape... I want you to fuck me, please... need you inside me, right now..." He figured he'd be the type of man to favour begging, and knew instantly that he was right for he felt Snape shuddering above him.

Summoning the jar of lube, Snape slicked his potions stained fingers and wasted no time in slipping them past Harry's right ring of muscle, feeling the body below him surrendering immediately. So responsive!

For a boy almost twenty-five years his junior, Ron certainly had stamina. Lupin was certain that at that age he would have lasted no longer than a few minutes without climaxing prematurely. Ron Weasley was definitely no virgin, Lupin was sure of that. The way he angled his hips, his timing... his force... the way his cock aligned perfectly with his prostate every time had Lupin hoping to mark this marvellously sexual creature as his for eternity. But now was not the time to be thinking like that.

Presently, Lupin had to hold himself back from climaxing before his partner. He came almost completely undone when Ron reached around him and grasped his arching, leaking cock and began to stroke it at the furious pace that he had set by slamming his cock into Lupin's arse. Feeling the sweet, over-powering sensations begin to take over his body, Lupin could do nothing more than surrender- his balls tightened, tingled, and a moment later he was spraying the duvet beneath him with his seed, crying out as loud as his vocal cords would allow as his orgasm literally ripped through his body.

Ron, on his knees behind the climaxing werewolf, was suddenly squeezed by the older mans inner muscles almost painfully, feeling the orgasm take hold of his body. Gasping for breath, and finally feeling the sweat run into and burn his eyes, Ron bucked harder than he had previously been and coated the wolf's inner walls with his semen, rolling his hips slightly to draw out the pleasure. He then promptly fell upon the prone body beneath him, vaguely aware of his softening cock slipping from the place it so liked to occupy.

Momentarily stilled as they watched the two beside them ride out their orgasms, Harry and Snape looked to each other and without delay continued their own means of reaching nirvana. As his fingers stretched and caressed Harry, Snape twirled his biting tongue alone the boys collar bone, his neck, and bit lightly upon the pulse point in aforesaid neck with his slightly crooked teeth.

Harry moaned and arched up to Snape, begging without abandon for more more more! He curled his toes into Snape's obsidian locks, since he was on his back with his legs over the older mans shoulders, giving them a playful tug, which was enough to earn him a glare and a particularly vicious thrust of fingers into his passage. Leaning up, Harry bit Snape on the shoulder, harder than he should have, before sucking the skin back into his mouth with the intention to mark him as his own.

"You're mine, Snape." Harry growled into Snape's ear, but whimpered when at that moment Snape withdrew his fingers.

"We'll see about that, Harry." Snape smirked at him, coating his cock with lube. He adjusted Harry's legs, before positioning himself at Harry's hole. "I need to know..." He whispered into Harry's ear, pressing the head of his steel-hard cock against Harry.

"Fuck me Snape, make me yours. And yes... the answer is yes..." Harry sucked in a breath of air when Snape entered him, the burning sensation completely awesome. Harry liked that particular feeling- in fact he savoured it. And with Snape and his huge cock, it was so good that it bordered on painful... just the way Harry liked it. "Hmm... oh yes, oh god, oh Snape!" Harry yelled, and Snape hadn't even started to move yet.

A deep chuckled alerted Harry, who opened his eyes to peer into Snape's immensely dark brown ones. "Well, you are keen aren't you Harry?" He asked, his eyes smiling where his lips weren't. He lent down and kissed Harry slowly, deeply, allowing Harry's body time to adjust to his massive intrusion.

When it came too much to handle, Harry mewled and wiggled his hips, urging Snape to move. And move he did, albeit slowly at first. Almost gently, Snape withdrew his cock from Harry's arse and pushed back in, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sheer tightness of the body enclosing around him. He lent down closer, trapping Harry's cock between their stomachs, and joined their lips again.

Oh the other side of the bed, Ron and Lupin watched avidly. Lupin lay on his side, with Ron pressed against his back, their arms intertwined. It took no time at all for them to harden again at the erotic sight, which boarded on actual lovemaking, for their cocks to re-awaken.

"Hmmm... Remus..." Ron mumbled, nuzzling the mans neck. He wrapped his hand around Lupin's cock, while using his leg to push Lupin's leg forward. Dropping the cock for a moment, Ron tested Lupin's hole and found him still stretched and dripping with his seed. Without waiting for assent, Ron quickly aligned his cock and thrust into Lupin from behind, earning himself a startled gasp from the other man.

"Ooh..." Lupin breathed heavily, already feeling himself to be almost over the edge for the second time in quick succession. Watching while Snape thrust into Harry, Lupin jerked his own hips in time with Ron's, noticing with pleasure that the redheads breathing was already erratic meaning he too was hanging by a fine thread.

Finally Snape was beginning to fuck him in earnest, Harry thought, as the forty-something man with black hair picked up the pace. Harry was simply dying with pleasure, gasping and groaning out loud not caring that he was being so vocal. But he knew it didn't matter, for every time Snape's eyes met his he could tell that the potions master relished his every reaction, that it spurred him on, so eagerly Harry continued with it.

With the body beneath him withering so passionately, and in such a pleasing way, it was more than simple for Snape to loose himself in the sensations. With his face buried in Harry's neck, Snape upped the pace again so that he was now literally fucking the boy through the mattress and the slap of his balls against the Harry's skin was almost painful but oh-so-delightful. His entire body was tingling pleasantly, the core of his pleasure coming from a spot just below his belly button.

As for the other two coupling for the second time, it become all too much yet again. This time, too exhausted to do much else, they groaned almost in sync with each other, before collapsing in a boneless heap. Their breathing was all over the place, and much in time with the jolts the bed was receiving from Harry and Snape's efforts.

Harry pulled Snape's face down to his for a biting kiss, his energy spiking dramatically as he felt his impending orgasm approach all the more swiftly. Snape's cock was stroking his insides in a more than pleasing way, never missing the slight bump a few inches in that was other wise known as a man's prostate gland. The friction his cock was receiving from being trapped between their bellies was almost too much for Harry, who knew he was leaving sticky trails along both his and Snape's skin. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was pleasure, and Snape, and even more pleasure in Harry's pleasure addled mind...

Grunting unbecomingly, Snape reaching under his body and sought out Harry's leaking cock. He knew if he didn't make the boy come soon he'd never be able to hold off his orgasm, so with fervour he matched his rhythm with that of his hips as he drilled his cock into Harry's arse.

"Oh... Oho!" Harry cried, arching his back yet again up to Snape when that skilled hand finally milked his orgasm from him. "Hmmm...." He mumbled, feeling like he never had before, while his seed spurted in-between their sweat-slicked bodies. Stars overtook his vision, and for one slight moment Harry thought he'd pass out. But he didn't want to risk not seeing Snape come, so with much effort he opened his eyes and watched in wonder as Snape paused, jerked, his eyes scrunching closed and finally pounded into him a few more times as Harry felt himself being filled with the mans essence.

"Fuck... Harry..." Snape whispered hoarsely, his heavy weight smothering Harry, before he begrudgingly removed himself and planted a wet kiss upon the boys' neck.

Lupin and Ron were already snoring, so it was up to them to dim the lamps. Fetching his wand from the bedside table, Snape uttered the incantation to clean them up, followed by summoning a blanket to cover their naked bodies with as they were lying on the others. Replacing his wand, Snape made himself comfortable, pulling Harry's body to his before they both fell promptly asleep.

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"You were snoring again, Lupin."

Vaguely Harry heard a muffled voice, a deep voice, and wondered why it was that there was such a voice so close to him. But Harry was too warm and content to really comprehend the voice, wherever or whatever its source. Arms were encircled around his torso, and a thick warm blanket was draped over him. Wiggling slightly in his sleepy state, Harry also noticed that he felt something hard behind him, poking ardently against his lower back. He stilled at the moan he heard as he moved, his foggy brain only then realising where he was, and whom he was with.

Smiling, Harry pressed himself back against that hardness as a hand reached for his own, achingly hard organ. A moan was drawn from his own lips this time as the hand caressed him steadily. Finally Harry opened his eyes, and met those that were the colour of amber gold, and another pair of stunning blue.

"G'morning Harry." Ron muttered, his breathing laboured. Harry then realised that Lupin was taking Ron from behind, hence the reason for their movement and harsh breathing.

"Morning Ron." He grinned, and then looked to Lupin. "And you too, Prof..."

"Nonsense Harry, call me Remus." The older man smiled at him, his voice surprisingly steady as he addressed him, despite having his cock up Ron's arse.

"Okay. Good morning Remus." Harry said with a smirk, shuddering as Snape increased his hands' pace.

"Same to you, sleepy head." Lupin said, then his eyes fluttered shut as he sped up his pace.

Warm, moist lips began making themselves known upon Harry's neck, causing Harry to open his mouth in an 'O' of satisfaction. Carefully teeth nipped at his skin, a tongue soothing the little hurts better where his morning whiskers stratched a little.

"How does a bath sound to you, Harry?" Snape whispered in his ear, and all Harry could do was nod his head eagerly.

"Yes please. We smell like sex, and although it's not exactly unpleasant, I doubt anyone else would care to know what Ron and I have been up to this past evening. Or perhaps they would." Harry said, stretching out a kink in his spine before leaning over and kissing both Ron and Remus, who were still going at it furiously and apparently didn't even notice the presence of his lips.

Following Snape's naked, taut arse, Harry found himself in the bathroom and came face to face with a lovely sunken bathtub that he hadn't noticed the night before when he and Ron had exchanged blowjobs. It was large enough for the two of the to fit comfortably, Harry noticed with a sly smile.

With a flick of his wand, Snape had filled the bath. He padded over to the bench and mirror, inspected his reflection, before pulling out a toothbrush and dutifully brushing his teeth. It struck Harry as suddenly odd that Snape was a normal human being who brushed his teeth and washed his face. He'd always seemed so... supernatural, to Harry. Not to mention when he'd first realised that Snape would certainly have a cock, but that had been a few years ago when he'd come to that particular realisation- around about the same time Harry realised he fancied men over women.

Shrugging, Harry used his wand to cast a cleaning charm over his mouth, not wanting to put Snape off with the inevitable morning breath. A moment later Harry had plunged himself into the steamily hot, bubbly water and completely submerged himself. His body was aching pleasantly all over, as were his feet from those crazy heeled boots. While scrubbing his face with the face washer that had materialised, Harry felt Snape enter the water and do exactly what he had.

After taking care of the necessary, Harry looked to Snape to find the older man looking at him with a seductively predatory gleam in his obsidian eyes. He looked nothing less than dead sexy with his long black hair dripping down his broad shoulders, and the corners of his delectable mouth turning up in a smirk. Harry could do nothing less than moan out loud, shifting uncomfortably as his cock hardened quicker than it ever had before.

"Come here Harry, there's something I think you should feel." Snape said, his low voice sending shivers of pleasure up Harry's spine.

"Yes sir!" Harry muttered under his breath, before pausing right in front of Snape on his knees, only his smooth chest, shoulders and head visible above the pleasant smelling bubbles.

Wordlessly Snape took his hand and guided it under the water, and Harry couldn't contain a gasp when Snape wrapped it around his hard cock, letting him feel just how aroused he was for Harry.

"Hmm..." Harry smiled, leaning forwards to kiss Snape. His tongue darted forwards into the awaiting cave, tasting, sucking and caressing like it was his last chance at doing so. But Harry sincerely hoped not.

Letting Harry take control, Snape tugged the wanton boy into his lap, his hands tightening on his hips while he pulled their bodies in for excruciating pleasure. Smaller hands gripped his shoulders, the nails digging into his pale skin, no doubt leaving little red crescent reminders for later. Together they rocked and kissed, until Snape's fingers teased their way down to Harry's hole, before the boy sucked in a pained breath.

"Oh... I'm a bit sore." Harry said, looking at Snape apologetically.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out." Snape narrowed his eyes for a moment, before he himself got to his knees. From this position he guided Harry's hand down the crevice of his own arse, and prompted him to enter one of his lovely, if calloused, fingers into the tight passage.

The thought of buggering Severus Snape, Hogwarts' resident Potions Master, spurred Harry on like never before. The older man was relaxed, if thoroughly aroused, so it was quite easy to slip his finger in unhindered and with only soapy water to use as lubrication. It was more than he could have ever imagined, feeling a part of himself literally within the other mans' body. Harry only hoped he could last long enough to put his cock in there.

With a pinch to Harry's nipple, Snape leaned down and kissed his neck, paying particular attention to a purple bruise he found there from last night that he knew to be is own mark. He grunted at the pressure of a third finger requestion permission to enter, and he granted it by opening his legs wider and taking a deep, relaxing breath. Snape's cock was throbbing painfully against Harry's thigh, and couldn't help but think how good it would be to be buried deep within that young body right now...

Sticking his free hand out of the bathtub, Harry summoned for the jar of lube hoping that Ron and Remus were finished with it. If not, then they'd just have to wait. A moment later a small jar crashed through the door, leaving a jar-shaped hole in its wake, before settling into Harry's wet hand.

"Up." Harry commanded, released his fingers, pleased when Snape complied and stood. Turning him around, Harry parted the perfect globes of his arse before leaning in to swipe at the sweet pucker with his tongue, grinning madly when Snape's knees trembled. With burgeoning confidence, Harry ran his tongue in circles around the hole before giving a push and feeling his prodding appendage enter into the tight space.

"Hmmmmm..." Snape moaned, the sound reverberating around the room as was per usual with bathroom acoustics, but even more so due to his insanely deep vocals. His hips moved, allowing him to thrust back upon Harry's tongue, clearly enjoying the ministrations immensely.

While Harry gave his tongue a pleasing working like none it had ever encountered before, he one-handed uncapped the jar of lube and coated his fingers in it. The moment he released his tongue from Snape's arse, he inserted his three slicked fingers, feeling Snape jerk at the sudden intrusion. After a few strokes, Harry pulled them out and re-coated them, before repeating the process. After the third time, he raised himself out of the water, and gave his cock a generous coating of the viscous lube, before pulling Snape back into the water, and pressing him against the edge of the tub.

Not a moment later Harry positioned himself and thrust the head of his cock in, throwing his head back at the absolutely sensational feeling of being within another persons body. Harry didn't stop until was buried completely, his hands on Snape's hips in a death grip.

"Fuck... you are the sexiest man in the whole fucking world..." Harry groaned out loud into Snape's ear, licking the shell of it while he gave his first thrust, delighted when Snape pushed himself back into the gesture, apparently eager to have Harry fill him again. "I could fuck you all day, Snape, all day. Do you hear me?" Harry sunk his teeth into Snape's shoulder, smirking at the small yelp that came from the professor's thin lips. He licked the small hurt, wrinkling his nose at the taste of soap. Harry much preferred Snape's musk, and the tang of salt that came with his skin naturally.

"Fuck me then, my little whore, fuck me all you can." Snape growled back, his teeth clenched tightly as Harry's cocks poked all the way inside him again. But Snape loved it, even if he would never admit it. He enjoyed taking it up the arse, and even more so that it was Harry whose cock was filling him so fully.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, jerking his hips almost ferally, pounding harder and harder as his pleasure increased. There was no way he could have done this if Snape wasn't very experienced without the risk of hurting him too much. But Snape was obviously made for being buggered, Harry surmised, burying his face into the wet locks of black that hung damply against Snape's sallow skin.

Having his cock rubbing against the bathtub was driving him insane, but Snape would no more stop the force of Harry's penetration, as he would allow Neville Longbottom to brew a medicinal cure for headaches for him. Instead Snape added to it with jerks of his own hips, feeling Harry enter him as far as was humanely possible for the boy to do so.

But feeling that he was already past his legal pleasure limit, Harry sought out Snape's large, hard cock and gripped it, stroking it in time with his manic pace. Not soon after Harry felt Snape stiffen in front of him, his arse clenching on Harry's cock and almost sucking the orgasm out of him. Screaming his delight, his sights marred by little black dots- or were they wisps of Snape's hair- Harry released himself within Snape passage, feeling almost as if his seed would become a projectile out of Snape's mouth with the sheer pressure of his orgasm.

"Well fuck me." Harry breathed as he slumped back into the bath, disappearing beneath the surface for a moment. Upon resurfacing, Snape pulled him to sit between his legs, his arms around his waist and the older mans chin resting on his shoulder.

"I think we'll have to wait a while for that, Harry." Snape said, his voice husky and deeper than ever causing a shiver to ripple through his body, still way too sensitive for such erotic notions.

Turning, Harry kissed Snape gently in a moment of sentimentality, relishing the fact they could go from fast and furious, to slow and peaceful. Sighing in contentment, Harry lent back against the broad chest and closed his eyes, now just enjoying the feel of hot water soothing his well-worked muscles and of strong arms encircling him.

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After spending more than enough time in the tub, and emerging to let Ron and Remus have their turn, Harry found himself, Snape, Ron and Remus sitting in Remus's parlour, all enjoying a late breakfast. The atmosphere was calm, all traces of sexual tension from the night before having been dissolved, used up, and all that remained was the congenial silence of those who had shared more with each other than most.

Not wanting to have to wear their costumes back to their dorm, Remus had offered to transfigure a few of his patched robes into suitable clothes, which was a far better idea and would certainly draw less attention. The Hogwarts express would be leaving the day after next, and as Harry and Ron were both seventh year students it would be their final moments within the legendary castle.

But not all was lost. Plans had been made, plans that included sexual trysts and other such exciting means of entertaining pleasure. Not to mention, for the time being Harry would be staying at Grimmauld place with Remus alone, and any member of the order was welcome to stop by at any time and for as long as they wished- so long as they cleaned up after themselves now that Kreacher had perished.

It was a good thing that Ron was being inducted into the Order of the Phoenix as soon as their graduation was over, because three was no where near as interesting as four, especially when they had so many more avenues to explore.

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Fin.

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