Love Potions

TITLE: Love Potions
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/HP
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yeeaseease!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: Harry tries making a love potion.
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest (Scenario #17. Snape discovers unsupervised and unauthorised potion making.)
ARCHIVING: The Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest Archive until the end of the fest, then anywhere asked.



Love Potions by Taran


Peeves gave out a high-pitched screech as he flew through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students dropped their books and cover their ears as the ghost past over their heads. He spit his ectoplasmic waste at them, laughing raucously, ignoring their howls of protest. Only when he reached the stairs leading down to the dungeons, did he halt the noise, flying silently.

When he reached the office of the Potions master he made a knocking sound then swept through the closed door. He hovered quietly in front of Snape, waiting for the man to acknowledge him.

\"What do you want, Peeves?\" Snape growled without looking up.

\"You\'ll never guess what I saw last night,\" he said with a knowing smirk.

\"No, I would never guess. You know damn well that I despise guessing games. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, GET OUT!\" Snape wasn\'t in the mood for the poltergeists pranks.

\"Come, come, Sevvie! You really need to learn to play,\" chided the ghost lightly. \"You\'ll want to know about this.\"

Snape growled at the use of his awful nickname. If Peeves weren\'t already dead, the glare Snape fixed on him would have killed him on the spot.

\"I haven\'t the time or the inclination to \'play\', Peeves. Either say what you need to say, or I shall be forced to call the Bloody Baron in to remove you from my presence.\" Snape was becoming angrier by the minute. He had much more important things to do then to be arguing with a ghost about mundane occurrences.

Peeves cringed at the mention of the Bloody Baron but stood his ground. \" Oh, alright,\" he sighed theatrically, \"If you really don\'t want to know....\" He paused for effect. \"Just thought it unusual for a student to be in the potions class after curfew... but then you probably did already know about that.\" Peeves slowly began to drift towards the door.

\"Alright, Peeves. I\'ll tell the Baron to leave you alone for ONE day. Now, spill it!\" Snape ground out between clenched teeth.

The ghost snickered loudly as he turned back to Snape. \"For one day I\'ll tell you this much; it was a student you know well and he was brewing something highly illegal.\" Peeves laughed again at Snape\'s confusion and swept quickly from the room before he could be pressed for more information. If Snape was only going to give him one days grace from the Baron, he wasn\'t going to give all the information he had.

Snape growled at the retreating form but didn\'t bother to call him back. He knew he wouldn\'t get more from the prankster, besides, he was already thinking about the implications of what he was told. He already guessed that the student must have been Harry Potter. Peeves wouldn\'t have been so excited to tell him if it had been one of Snape\'s own Slytherins and no one but Potter would be so daring as to enter his classroom after hours.

He wondered what illegal potion the seventh year student was trying to brew this time. Snape suspected Potter of taking ingredients from his own stores for a polyjuice potion a few years earlier. Perhaps that was what the teen was brewing again.

Snape stalked to his private stores cupboard to check for missing ingredients. The locking wards were still in place but he knew that didn\'t necessarily mean that it hadn\'t been opened. Some of the older students were very clever. He checked carefully, making sure everything was precisely in its place as he always left it. Many of the bottles were not labelled, as he didn\'t have need of them, while others were clearly labelled in his own precise writing. Nothing seemed amiss.

Still suspicious, Snape left a notifying ward on the cupboard that would alert him if anyone attempted to open it, and left for supper in the Great Hall. He would check his cauldrons for tampering and perhaps set other wards after supper.

Later that night, after finding no evidence of wrong doing in the classroom, Snape decided to spend the night hiding in the shadows of the large room to await the culprit\'s return. He was nearly dozing in a corner when, around midnight, he heard a stir outside the door. He froze instantly and waited.

It only took a moment for the door to be opened but it didn\'t look like anyone entered before the door was quietly closed again. Snape was able to hear footsteps approaching his own workstation, however, confirming his suspicions about who the intruder was.

As he watched he saw a dark head revealed followed by a slim athletic body. Harry Potter stood confidently in what he assumed to be an empty potions classroom. He began pulling small bottles and vials out of his robe pockets and setting them on the counter beside one of Snape\'s medium sized cauldrons.

Snape continued to silently watch the handsome young wizard, wanting him to be fully engrossed in the act of illegal potion brewing before announcing himself. He was also curious about what was being concocted, as he was now certain, from the look of the ingredients involved, that it was most definitely not a polyjuice potion.

Snape squinted in the shadow to see exactly what was being added. What he saw surprised him; Ashwinder eggs, lavender oil, dried daisy petals, fresh strawberries from a jar, several Spanish fl and and vodka. Snape was shocked that Harry Potter, the most popular teen at Hogwarts, would be in need of a love potion, and such a potent one at that.

As the smell of the vodka reached him, Snape began to feel a little faint. The fumes were making him light headed already and the alcohol was just making it worse. He never could handle the stuff. It was definitely time to put a stop to this.

After taking a moment to compose himself, he stepped out of the shadows and coolly said, \"Mr Potter, exactly what do you think you are doing in MY classroom?\"

\"Oh, shit!\" Harry yelled, his hands shaking so bad that he dropped an entire cup full of ginseng into the bubbling brew. He stared down at the mix, eyes wide in fear though whether from Snape or the accidental overdose of ginseng, Snape wasn\'t sure.

\"Oh, shit!\" Harry said softer this time as he turned and tackled the startled professor. They fell in a heap just as the cauldron began to boil over and rock dangerously on its base. Snape pushed Harry off him, reaching for his wand but it was too late. The cauldron tipped over, spilling its entire hot contents on them.

\"Argh!\" Snap hollered as the boiling liquid soaked through his many layers of clothes and ran down the side of his face, leaving bright red burns. Harry was likewise covered from head to waist, his unruly black hair now damp and plastered to his forehead and cheeks.

\"What the bloody hell were you doing?\" Snape was indignant with barely controlled rage. He got unsteadily to his feet then reached down to pull Potter up by his arm. He didn\'t relax his grip on the young wizard as he cast a cleaning charm on the worktable, clearing away the evidence of Potter\'s ineptitude.

\"Mr. Potter,\" Snape snarled as he pulled Harry to face him, \"exactly what was that potion you\'ve now dowsed us with?\"

Harry looked steadily into the obsidian eyes even though the rest of him was quivering in fear. \"It was just a simple pepper-up potion,\" his voice wavered and cracked. He knew it was a lie and he knew Snape would know it was a lie, as well, but what else could he say.

\"Do not lie to me, Potter!\" Snape\'s eyes flashed with fury. \"I know damned well it was a love potion. Now tell me exactly which potion it was and what stage it was in!\"

\"There\'s no real recipe. I was just kinda making it up as I went,\" Harry knew he sounded whiny but hoped it would help to calm the irate Potions master.

\"Oh, so now you fancy yourself to be a master of potions, do you? You have two months before the N.E.W.T.s and you think you\'re capable of creating complex potions on your own, do you?\" Snape was so red that Harry could no longer tell where the burns were.

Still gripping Harry\'s arm tight enough to bruise, he started pulling Harry towards a door at the back of the room that Harry had never noticed before. Snape ripped the door open and shoved Harry into what he now saw to be a spacious bathroom. Before Harry could say anything, Snape reached into the shower stall and turned on the water.

\"Since I have no idea exactly what you\'ve created, we\'d better wash this crap off immediately!\" Snape started pulling off his robes as Harry just stood there, staring incredulously at his teacher, his eyes wide behind smeared glasses.

Snape, down to his black silk boxers, turned to glare at Harry. Suddenly he reached out and ripped the teenager\'s robe open, spun him around and pulled the dark material down and off in one smooth motion. Harry lifted his arms obediently for Snape to pull off his t-shirt. When Snape started at his belt, Harry came back to his senses and swatted the hands away. He wasn\'t a child that needed help undressing.

When the young man was down to his boxers as well, Snape again grabbed his arm and moved them both under the hot water in the shower stall. It was a little tight for two grown men, they were nearly belly-to-belly but neither seemed to notice.

Snape pushed Harry under the spout and poured liberal amounts of soap on his head. He was surprisingly gentle as he massaged Harry\'s scalp and worked his way down his neck and shoulders. He was careful to cover the wizard fully with the light smelling suds. He turned Harry to face against the wall and began working down his back. When he reached the top of Harry\'s shorts he hesitated briefly before gathering his courage and pushed them down to reveal the tight creamy cheeks.

Harry gasped as he felt the water rush over his buttocks, followed by silky smooth hands. He was beginning to feel light headed and had to put his hands on the wall in front of him for support. He jumped when he felt Snape\'s hands move into his crack and brush across his opening. Snape lingered just a little longer than necessary before moving down the backs of Harry\'s thighs. Harry was quickly becoming aroused, though by the potion, the feel of hands caressing his skin, or by Snape himself, Harry couldn\'t be sure.

When Snape had finished the backs of Harry\'s legs, he stayed kneeling and turned Harry gently around. He lifted each of Harry\'s feet in turn, making sure to wash between each toe. He slowly made his way up Harry\'s inner thighs, rubbing in soft slow circles.

Harry leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. He had never felt anything so erotic, never imagined Snape could be sensual. He looked down and met Snape\'s eyes as the older man began to wash Harry\'s most private parts. Harry let out a soft moan as Snape\'s thin fingers wrapped loosely around his swollen cock. Harry saw his own lust and want reflected back at him in the blacks pools and again couldn\'t be sure if it was the potion or something else drawing them together.

Snape was hard and aching but still unwilling to completely give in to the wild thoughts racing through his mind. He wanted desperately to replace his questing hands with his mouth but forced himself to continue washing the mysterious love potion off the young man. When he was satisfied that the wizard\'s cock and balls were well cleaned, he rose from his knees and finished with the well muscled chest, then turned Harry into the spray of hot water to rinse him thoroughly.

They stared at each other a moment before Harry took the soap and repeated everything his professor had done on him, except that he refrained from removing Snape\'s boxers until he was finished with everything else. When he had rinsed the soap from Snape\'s chest, Harry turned him around to face the wall and slowly pulled the shorts down and let them puddle at Snape\'s feet.

Harry knelt behind the tight buttocks and gathered some soap in his hands. He then very gently parted the cheeks with one hand and slid the other up and down the hot crack. He smiled at Snape\'s sharp gasp as his fingers brushed against the puckered opening. He dribbled more of the slick liquid onto Snape\'s arse then rubbed harder over his hole and watched it wink at him. When he felt Snape push back against him, he gave a little pressure and let his middle finger slid in to the second knuckle, making Snape gasp again.

\"Oh, Merlin... Harry.\" Snape\'s voice was barely audible. When Harry started to pull his finger back, Snape followed, trying to keep it trapped inside. Harry used his free hand to push Snape against the wall, pinning him in place. He began sawing his finger back and forth in the tight opening, vaguely wondering when the last time was that Snape had had a lover fuck him into oblivion.

\"More, Harry... I need... more...\" Snape was too far gone to worry about the fact that he was begging his student. It suddenly wasn\'t important at all that he was old enough to be the young man\'s father, only that he could give Snape what he most desperately needed.

Harry, not needing further encouragement, quickly pressed in a second finger, scissoring and twisting. He felt for and pressed hard against Snape\'s prostate and smiled again as the man cried out in pleasure. He stood up and reached his free hand around to grasp and pull on the large erection he found waiting for him.

Snape began thrusting into the hand in front then pushing back into the fingers in his arse. He was fast approaching over-load but couldn\'t slow down. If they stopped now, Snape was certain he would die.
Harry, feeling Snape\'s pending orgasm, grasped his balls tight, effectively cutting him off at the brink.

\"Not yet,\" he whispered seductively into Snape\'s ear sending shivers down the man\'s spine even under the hot water. \"Not till I\'m fully inside of you.\"

\"Yes! Yes, Harry. Do it. Now!\" Snape was totally breathless and unable to focus on anything other than the sensations coursing through his body.

Harry slipped his fingers out and positioned himself at Snape\'s back door. He then leaned forward, kissing Snape\'s neck and nipping on his shoulders as he forced his way past the tense muscles. He waited a moment once he was fully sheathed. Harry stay motionless until he felt Snape relax again and push back against him. He began a very slow rhythm, out slowly in quickly.

Snape started begging incoherently. \"More... faster... yes... Yes!\" He seemed completely unaware of what he was saying but Harry understood and complied to every request, gradually building up to hard fast fucking. Soon he too was lost to the sensations, reacting to animalistic needs.

As Harry neared his own release, he reached around Snape and took hold of the man\'s pulsing cock and gave it a few rough pumps. As he felt Snape shudder and begin to spurt, muscles clenching, Harry tumbled over the edge as well. Both men cried out loudly at the release of so much tension.

Harry leaned heavily on Snape, then they slowly sank to the floor of the shower stall together, out of breath and completely sated. Harry wrapped his arms around Snape and pulled him so they were facing each other. Snape\'s legs wrapped around Harry\'s waist and his arms around Harry\'s neck, theyned ned in and kissed with slow passion.

After several minutes Snape pulled back and stared into Harry\'s emerald eyes. His expression was guarded again so Harry couldn\'t be sure what Snape was thinking about. Harry blushed at the intense look.

Suddenly, Snape let go of Harry and got to his feet a little unsteady. Harry followed him out a different door than the one they entered from and found himself in Snape\'s bedroom. He looked around the dimly lit room, noticing still paintings of forests and glades on the walls, the silver and green rugs and furnishings, and the large four-poster bed which was unmade.

\"Stay here,\" Snape said firmly as he left the room into what Harry assumed must be the living quarters. Snape returned shortly carrying two large books.
\"Tell me exactly what ingredients you used and in what order,\" he practically growled as he sat on the end of the bed and opened the largest book.

Harry\'s eyes went wide. \"I don\'t think I can remember \'exactly\'. I got a little distracted rather suddenly, you know!\" Harry was disconcerted at the sudden change of tone. He hadn\'t expected any sappy sentiments but he also didn\'t expect this sudden interrogation just after some pretty great sex.

\"Then you\'d better start thinking, Mr. Potter. An untested potion can have devastating effects. You\'ve managed not only to endanger yourself this time, but me as well. I need to know exactly what was in that cauldron!\" Snape was giving Harry his most menacing glare, nostrils flaring as he breathed hard trying to maintain control of his anger.

Harry sat down hard next to his naked professor and returned the glare with equal force. \"Maybe you shouldn\'t have made it vanish so quick then. You could have tested it yourself instead of relying on me to remember every little detail!\"

\"Maybe I should just send you to the headmaster and you can explain your incompetence to him!\"

Harry smiled at that. \"Ok, and I\'ll explain too, how you \'helped me clean up\',\" Harry smirked.

Snape\'s eyes flashed in anger. \"Fine,\" he snarled, leaning towards Harry. \"Get out of my chambers!\" He stood up so suddenly that Harry jumped as the books on his lap fell to the floor with a resounding thud. His face was flushed bright red and his eyes glittered.

Harry stood and backed away, suddenly scared of Snape in a way that made him feel like a first year student again. While the rational part of him was certain Snape wouldn\'t physically hurt him, another part was telling him that he\'d crossed the line and should get the hell out of there.

He turned and ran, pausing in the bathroom to gather his clothes then swept up his invisibility cloak from the classroom and pulled it over his head. He ran out the door and down the corridor without looking back. It was only after he\'d gotten out the main doors and into the cool night air that he stopped to catch his breath.

Harry sat on the damp ground and started pulling on his clothes. He felt foolish. Not only had he let himself be caught brewing an illegal potion, but he\'d fled the moment he got scared. He hadn\'t shown himself to be much of man in front of the one person he respected more than any other, even after sharing some fantastic sex.

That was another thing. The sex. Snape had been so responsive to his touches, so sensual, so devastatingly sexy! Harry had thought about the possibilities before but would never have approached the man. Snape exuded such an untouchable air about him that Harry didn\'t think it possible for the man to let down his guard to anyone, least of all to Harry. But he had. For just a little while he let himself go and allowed Harry to get close to him. Then just as suddenly as it started, Snape was back to his usual snarky self.

Harry realized that it must have been the potion that had caused Snape to let go his inhibitions but that didn\'t make the sudden rejection afterwards hurt any less. Throughout the encounter, Harry had allowed himself to believe there was nothing to the unfinished potion, that it was all their own thoughts and feelings pushing them forward. That maybe there was something real between them and it would carry through the following days into something far more substantial. Utter foolishness when applied to Severus Snape.

Harry sighed and tucked the disappointment and hurt deep down as he rose and made his way back to Gryffindor tower. He was determined not to think about Snape anymore that night, though he knew he couldn\'t avoid the teacher for the rest of the school year.


Severus Snape was feeling equally foolish. \"Why? Why the hell did I do that?\" he thought aloud. \"Why did I scare him off like that? ... More importantly, why the hell did I have sex with him in the first place!\"

He began pacing around his bedroom, trying to recall the ingredients he had seen Harry put into the cauldron. He knew he\'d been attracted to the strong wizard for several months already, but he\'d never have allowed anything to happen with a student, no matter how sexy he found them to be. It had to have been the effects of the untried love potion.

Snape suddenly remembered that his robe was still covered in the toxic concoction. He pulled on his dressing robe then went to retrieve the soiled clothes from the bathroom. He took them back into the class and over to his worktable.

The next few hours were spent bent over cauldrons and equipment as he attempted to recreate Harry\'s potion and then began testing for different side effects. He was surprised at the low potency of the aphrodisiac quality of the potion. From how quickly he reacted, he would have expected it to be quite potent. He was also surprised to learn that it had a bit of a truth serum context to it in its early stage. That meant that it had heightened their own inner desires, rather than creating false ones, and that in turn meant that not only was Snape himself more attracted to the young man than he thought, but also that Harry was equally attracted to him.

Snape\'s head was reeling from all the implications of the potion and lack of sleep. It was now nearly 6am so there was no time to sleep before the staff meeting Albus had called for 8am. As it was Saturday and he had no plans, he decided he would sleep after the staff meeting, then perhaps find Potter to have a little chat about what had happened. He honestly felt bad for scaring the wizard so much.


The meeting was longer but just as boring as usual. Snape had to keep pinching himself to stay awake. When the Headmaster finally dismissed the teachers, Snape was the first one out the door. He was getting desperate for a few hours sleep. He was attempting to stifle a yawn as he reached the hallway leading to his suites and collided with a solid body standing in front of his door.

\"Sorry, professor,\" Harry said softly, hands on Snape\'s shoulders to steady him, \"I didn\'t hear you coming.\"

\"What are you doing here, Potter?\" Snape said, suppressing another yawn.

\"I think we should talk.\"

\"I agree, however this really is not the best time. Come back after lunch.\" Snape brushed past Harry and opened his door. Before he could close the door, however, Harry pushed his way in.

\"No, I think we should talk now. I let you bully me into leaving before, I\'m not going to let that happen again.\" Harry ignored Snape\'s sneer and made his way to one of the two chairs that sat before the cold fireplace. He waved his wand at it and a roaring fire started, immediately warming the spacious room.

Snape sighed, too tired to argue, and sat in the chair opposite Harry. \"Fine. Talk.\"

\"Well,\" Harry paused now unsure of what to say. \"I\'m sorry about the potion. I really didn\'t intend for anything to happen. I was brewing it for...\" Again he paused, not wanting to reveal everything to the potions master. \"For a friend. He needed a bit of help... with... something.\"

Snape watched Harry fumbling for words and started to massage his temples. He was beginning to get a headache, which was bound to progress into a migraine quickly if he didn\'t get some sleep soon.

Harry noticed his discomfort and looked at him with concern. \"Professor? Are you alright?\"

\"Yes,\" he replied very softly. Harry leaned in close to hear him. \"I just need to get some sleep. Could we please finish this discussion later, Harry?\"

Harry gave a small smile at the use of his first name. He nodded at the older man and stood, holding his hand out for him. Without hesitat Sna Snape grasped Harry\'s hand and allowed himself to be led to the bedroom. He laid back against the cold sheets as Harry turned to start a fire in the little fireplace. Harry leaned over him and placed a very soft kiss against his lips as he pulled a blanket over the already sleeping man.



Several hours later, soft hands sliding over his cool chest awakened Snape. Some time during his sleep he had kicked off the blanket and opened his robe. He realized that the roaming hands must have had something to do with his robe being open. He clenched his jaw against a giggle as the hands found all his ticklish spots. Snape flat out refused to be reduced to giggles by the young man lying next to him.

Harry felt Snape tense at his touch so he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the nape of his neck. \"Feeling better?\" he whispered seductively.

Snape sighed heavily. \"Much.\" He twisted in Harry\'s arms till they were face to face, then wrapped his own arms around Harry, pulling him close.

\"I\'m sorry for scaring you off earlier. That wasn\'t what I had intended to do.\" Snape\'s obsidian eyes glittered but without the malice Harry had seen hours before.

\"I\'m sorry for allowing you to scare me,\" Harry smiled humorously. He turned serious. \"I know last night was only because of the potion, but I know now that I want you. I have for a long time but now more than ever. It felt so right last night that I know it couldn\'t possibly be wrong. If it\'s really not what you want then tell me now. I couldn\'t bear to continue if you honestly don\'t want me.\"

For the first time in a very long time, Snape smiled. It was genuine and more heartfelt then even he thought possible. Harry watched as the smile lit up Snape\'s entire face so that even his normally cold eyes smiled with an inner warmth Harry had only been able to imagine could be there.

Snape leaned closer to Harry so their lips brushed as he spoke. \"I want you, Harry. You\'re potion was a dud.\" He laughed out loud at Harry\'s shocked expression.

\"You mean... we... \'cause we wanted to...\" He was stammering so much that Snape decided to put him out of his misery by silencing him with a kiss.

\"Yes, Harry,\" he said as they parted for air, \"we did everything because \'we\' wanted it. Not because of a love potion or aphrodisiac.\"

Harry propped himself up on one hand to peer down sceptically at his new lover. \"So, that means... you really... really... want me?\"

\"Yes, though Merlin knows why. And if you don\'t kiss me soon, I may just change my mind and toss you out again.\"

Harry laughed then leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the man\'s pouting mouth. \"You didn\'t toss me out, I left!\"

\"Don\'t get technical with me, Mr Pot-\" His words were swallowed by Harry\'s invading tongue. They continued to kiss, only breaking apart for quick gasps of air and to remove clothing. When they were both naked, Harry stretched out over top of Snape and gently rocked his hips into the jutting erection under him, causing both men to moan.

Harry slowly began slithering down Snape\'s body, kissing, licking and nipping all the way. He paused at one small brown nipple, already tense from anticipation, and sucked it into his mouth. He gave it a sharp bite and felt his own cock twitch at Snape\'s cry as the man arched his back. Harry held his chest down as he repeated the bite on the other nipple.

He continued to bite and twist the nipples until they were red and swollen. Snape one one hand twisted in Harry\'s hair, trying to urge him lower and the other tightly gripping the sheets. Harry gave each nub one last lick then moved on. He found Snape\'s ticklish spots with his tongue and lightly prodded them to make the man squirm. He then smiled to himself and continued his quest.

Harry reached Snape\'s navel and thrust his tongue into it. He could taste the sweat starting to gather in it and began lapping in earnest. He felt Snape tense again, felt the pulsing erection against his own chest give a leap of joy at the sensations. Snape was moaning and pumping his up up to gain more contact. He was nearly begging Harry top mop moving.

Harry gave in and swooped down to gather the leaking cock into his mouth, sucking it straight down to the base. He didn\'t waste any more time on foreplay, but went straight for the gold. As he felt Snape\'s balls contracting in on themselves, Harry pushed two fingers into Snape\'s opening and rubbed hard on the man\'s prostate. He was all too soon swallowing the warm salty cream of the man he suddenly knew he could love.

He crawled back over Snape, licking the last bit of semen from his lips. He kissed Snape\'s neck and up along his jaw as he let the man retake his breath. When Snape\'s chest stopped heaving so much, Harry moved to settle his knees between the spread thighs. He looked into the ebony eyes and saw love and respect, with still a hint of lust.

Snape smiled slightly then raised his legs to rest on Harry\'s shoulders. Harry certainly didn\'t need more invitation than that! He spit into his hand and started preparing himself so quickly that Snape had to laugh at the young man\'s impatience. Harry beamed at him for a moment, then leaned in and kissed him soundly.

Snape closed his eyes tightly at the sudden pressure from Harry\'s insistent cock but relaxed again after the first barrier was breached. Harry paused a moment for Snape to get accustomed to the feel before thrusting more gently in another couple of inches. He paused again, then pulled out slightly. When he thrust in again, he slipped smoothly in to the hilt. He stayed there, sharing a deep kiss, until Snape pushed back, urging him to move.

By now, Harry was too excited to takeslowslow. He tried to be gentle but couldn\'t stop himself from ploughing into the complacent man beneath him. Snape didn\'t seem to mind in the least as he started grunting with every inward thrust and begging Harry for more. His words became incoherent as he neared his second orgasm that day. He grabbed his cock and began to pump to Harry\'s rhythm.

Harry\'s own orgasm came spilling out and as his body continued to jerk to the spasms, he felt Snape tighten around him, milking him dry. He dropped Snape\'s legs down and collapsed on top of him. Harry could feel the heart beat under him thundering as wildly as his own. He smiled into Snape\'s chest and kissed the sweat-slicked skin. He felt warm arms wrap tightly around him.

\"Sev?\" Harry asked, already sounding groggy.

\"Yes, Har?\" Snape asked teasingly. Harry snickered.

\"I think...\" He paused, \"I think I love you...\"

\"Do you? Think, I mean.\" He felt Harry\'s smile touching his chest.

\"Yes, I do. Think, that is.\" Harry was fast approaching sleep.

\"Good. I think, too,\" Snape whispered as he fell asleep, holding tightly to the man in his arms.