Healing Hands

Fic \"Healing Hands\" NC-17/Adult HP/SS
Title: Healing Hands
Author: Inzilbeth
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Pairing: HP/SS
Warning: Sexual Situations
Disclamier: I don\'t own these characters or this fictional universe. JK Rowling, her publishers, and some film companies own everything. I\'m not making anything from this except an enjoyable hobby.

Author’s Notes: Written for Irana as part of the snarrydetention Snarry Ficathon. The requests were Parseltongue, dirty talk, and rimming.

Summary: Harry is working as a Master healer at St. Mungo’s when he receives the call to help an injured patient from his past. What will Harry risk to save him?

In a smelly and dank shop, a tall dark man continued to review a piece of parchment he held in his hands. No less than three store clerks all scrambled to do his bidding as he barked out his order. He was not questioned and was treated with the respect a master of any craft deserved. As he made them, his selections where packed into several crates at the far end of a long counter. Every once in a while the proprietor attempted to entice him with the contents of a jar, a bag, or an envelope. He was waived away after each attempt and sometimes before.

The tall and brooding man was none other than Severus Snape. The widely acclaimed Potions Master. Any shop from which Potions Master Snape selected his ingredients became very popular as their reputation increased. Potions Master Snape only chose the very best, of everything.

~~hpsssshp~~

Having reached the end of his list, Snape folded the parchment and secured it in one of the many pockets in his black cloak. Snape reflected that this store was a bit dodgy, but the potions ingredients for the most part, were of excellent quality although he never repeated that to anyone.

Snape swept toward the end of the counter to survey the packaging job of the clerks. He made no comment to the clerks packaging his purchases which made them extremely happy. The clerks knew no words to them were the best form of communication of their number one customer’s assessment of their packaging.

Snape settled his account with the proprietor and was bowed out of his shop and into the small alley along which there were many other store fronts. Many were in the shadows and one had to know the alley to know what was there.

Snape knew the alley well. He had been coming to this shop for his potions ingredients since his Hogwarts days. Those days seemed a lifetime ago to the ex-Death Eater, ex-Spy of the Order of the Phoenix, and current Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Snape was always glad to vacate the alley as it brought back many bad memories for him.

He picked up his pace and decided to take a shortcut he had not used since before Voldemort had fallen at the hand of Harry Potter nine years ago. Ah, there was a name he did not pull into remembrance often. Snape rarely allowed himself to ponder on the current state of affairs of the green eyed beauty. Last he knew Potter was in school to learn healing. Their paths never crossed anymore. When Potter did come to Hogwarts, he visited Minerva and Hagrid, Snape never knew he was there until he was gone.

Snape wondered what Potter was up to these days, but his pride prevented him from inquiring. His thoughts that he may have to rethink that logic were the last ones he remembered having as his body exploded in agonizing, mind numbing pain. He tried valiantly not to scream, but failed. His last thought as he fell onto the cobblestones was that Moody would delight in saying how his “constant vigilance” would have saved Snape had his attention not been lost in thoughts of a green eyed man.

~~hpsssshp~~

Pulling the white door shut behind him, Harry finally allowed himself to relax. He took a seat on a bench in the corridor of the fourth floor, just outside the ward where his last patient was happily conversing with relieved family members.

His treatment of Gifford Montgomery had left him drained. The curse that affected the wizard was caused by very dark magic and it took a lot of his magical energy to weaken it. The wizard had been getting treatments from Harry daily for a week to dislodge the curse. Today was the last of the treatments. Harry managed to remove the last traces of the curse from his patient’s body, but not without affects to himself. Seven days of curse reversal healing magic was intense and Harry was drained.

Harry hauled himself to his feet, more than relieved he had done what he could today to treat his patients. Home beckoned to him in his thoughts, but as he made his way to the lift, his wand vibrated. Harry pulled it from the pocket of his robe and activated the communication spell St. Mungo’s used to communicate with its staff. Harry braced himself mentally as he was called to a treatment room on the opposite side of the fourth floor from where he was now.

A new dark magic case had been diagnosed and he was needed urgently. Harry swiftly moved through the hallways, his robes swirling around his legs from his accelerated pace. He pushed open the door and walked towards the examination table. As soon as he saw who the patient was Harry gasped loudly and stopped short.

“Master Healer Potter, what is wrong,” questioned another healer already attending to the patient’s injuries.

Harry managed to pull himself together. But on the table before him was the much damaged body of his former Professor. Looking at Snape now all Harry could feel flowing through him was the need to heal the injured wizard. No thoughts of their past animosity entered his mind. Years had passed, maturity had grown, and witnessing daily the fragility of life had forever changed Harry.

“I am fine Healer Oldridge, I just had not been briefed about how badly this man had been injured,” replied Harry trying to alleviate the speculation his reaction would be sure to generate.

“What are his injuries,” Harry asked of the two healers as they continued to use their wands to diagnose the man.

“Beside the superficial wounds he has a broken jaw, four cracked ribs, a concussion, a broken right arm, and a broken left leg. But the worst injuries are the internal ones. From what I can determine there is significant damage to his digestion system especially the stomach. We need your expertise for that diagnosis, Master Healer.”

Harry had been staring at the swollen and bruised face of his former professor during Healer Oldridge’s briefing.

“Right then, let me begin an internal exploration,” replied Harry.

From his position at the side of the examination table, Harry raised both his hands to cover Snape’s face. His hands did not make contact with Snape’s body, but hovered roughly two inches above the man’s body.

Harry pulled in several deep breathes, closed his eyes, and focused deep in his own body to draw upon the magic he needed for the examination. Knowing how private a man Snape was made Harry uncomfortable in a way he never had been during his years as a healer. He tried to squash the voice telling him he was violating Snape’s privacy in as blatant a way as he had done in his fifth year of school when he brazenly went into Snape’s Pensieve.

His instincts took hold and Harry pushed all thoughts except the task he now performed to the back of his mind. Keeping them there was difficult as he began to trace the damage, past and present, hidden in Snape’s body. There was so much damage to see, it almost overwhelmed Harry. The residue from years of exposure to dark magic had left scars within Snape that could never be completely healed.

Besides the swollen brain tissues from his current concussion, Harry could see that there had been past injuries to Snape’s skull. His hands traveled past Snape’s neck and over his chest. Harry could see the broken ribs, and the place where one jagged piece nearly missed piercing his lung. Harry gathered his magic and repaired the rib at that area not willing to wait for the Skele-Gro to repair the bone. Past scarred tissue was found amongst the healthy tissue as Harry continued to search for injuries of a threatening nature.

It was over Snape’s stomach that Harry received his unexpected and unwelcome surprise. The bruises, broken bones, etc. were nothing compared to the waste that was once Snape’s stomach. Over seventy-five percent of Snape’s stomach was gone. Harry quickly determined that Snape had been forced to swallow something that did not release its poison until it had reached Snape’s stomach, otherwise the damage would have also been in his esophagus.

Despite the fact that he was only initially going to diagnose, Harry worked weaving his magic until he had healed what remained of the man’s stomach and checked that the entire digestive tract was clear of anymore of the poison. He did not stop until he was certain Snape would be able to eat again. The poison, had it been left in his body would have killed him in a few more hours as he had severe internal bleeding that Harry managed to repair.

With a final sweep of his hands back up Snape’s body, Harry was satisfied, at least for now. The immediate danger to the Potions Master’s life had passed. Harry released his concentration and opened his eyes. As he stepped back from the table, he realized how tired he was. His last thought was how undignified he must look as he collapsed to the floor as darkness rushed to enfold him.

~~hpsssshp~~

An increasing brightness over his eyes soon had Harry stirring in his bed. As he slowly swam toward wakefulness he realized that he was not in his own bed. The lumpy mattress and the smells his nose picked up clearly indicated to Harry that he was at St. Mungo’s. Merlin, didn’t he spend enough time here that he ended up staying the night?

Green eyes snapped wipe open as Harry suddenly remembered why he was here. He had collapsed after tending to Snape’s injuries.

Harry tossed the covers off, quickly pulled on his robes, and headed for the door of the room. He needed to see Snape to determine if his efforts yesterday had been successful. Even though he felt he had managed to restore Snape, he could not be sure until he saw him again.

Once in the corridor, Harry headed straight to the healers station to see in what ward Snape had been placed. Once he secured that knowledge he sprinted towards the ward and the man’s private room.

Harry paused to catch his breath before he opened the door. As he pushed the door open, he was relieved to find his former teacher still asleep. Crossing quickly to the bedside, Harry again closed his eyes and focused deep inside to summon his magic to examine and heal Snape if need be.

His hands traveled the length of Snape’s body, and Harry was pleased with the results. The bones had been healed, the tissue swelling was gone, and all the repairs to Snape’s digestive system had been successful. There was no trace of any internal bleeding.

Harry was also surprised and pleased that much of the scar tissue and dark magic residue was gone as well. Snape now appeared in almost perfect health. Harry took extra time to repair some joint damage and cartilage tearing he had not repaired the previous night.

As he pulled back out and lowered his hands he felt very happy and very relieved that Snape was whole once again. The man before him had given so much of himself to save the wizarding world and Harry time after time. No one knew how much they owed the man. Without him, Harry would never have defeated Voldemort.

“Master Healer Potter, you have quite a bit of explaining to do!”

Harry’s eyes snapped open to meet those of his mentor Roland Keane. Roland had been Harry’s first and only instructor in the healing arts and for good reason. No one knew the healing powers that Harry could call to himself. If they did, he would never get any rest as witches and wizards would line up to see him seeking miracles both day and night. His instructor and mentor had seen the talent Harry had early on and explained to Harry that he must never let his full capabilities be known.

Harry always complied; he knew how fickle public opinion was. One day he could heal the world and the next day he could bring it to its knees. He did not want a life in the spotlight or to be feared as the next dark lord.

One look at Roland’s thunderous face showed Harry he had gone too far, too fast in healing Snape. Now he had to see what the consequences were. He was sure to be hearing them any minute.

Harry nervously replied, “I just wanted to see how Professor Snape was progressing.”

“You know perfectly well that he had been almost completely healed last night after you were through, hence your collapse to the floor beside his examination table. Do you have an idea how close you were to being completely exposed, not to mention permanently damaging yourself?” Roland harshly whispered.

“Come, Harry, this is not the place for this discussion.”

With one last wistful look back at the Professor, Harry followed Roland to his office. Once there, with the door shut and a silencing spell in place Roland began his censure of Harry’s actions.

Harry listened and knew Roland was right in that he did nothing to shield what he was doing from the other healers. Luckily his mentor was called when Harry collapsed and he knew that Harry had overextended himself by completely healing Snape in one session. Roland had sent the healers who had been taking care of Snape to assist Harry and called new healing staff to Snape’s exam room. Roland believed the deception worked as no one had time to scan the Professor after Harry’s collapse and reveal that the damage to Snape had been healed.

He was livid that Harry was thoughtless enough to almost do it again. Roland held up a hand to stop Harry’s reply. “I know you did not perform major healing this morning. You had already done most of it last night! However it was unwise to push yourself so soon after the amount of magic you had pulled from yourself yesterday.”

“Why Harry, why was this patient worth exposing your hidden skills?” inquired Roland, “You know what is at risk. Dumbledore would be so disappointed Harry.”

Harry shifted nervously in his seat. His title of Master Healer meant nothing when he talked to Roland. Roland just saw Harry, and his concern was for Harry.

A deep blush flared across Harry’s face. He had never discussed his feelings for Snape with anyone and he was not going to now.

Roland’s eyes pierced him, but relented after a few moments.

“Very well Harry, I’ll question you no further, but you will be taking a week off.”

“A week? I’ll go insane, please just a few days?” begged Harry.

“No, a bit of solitude to ponder this almost disaster will be good. Plus I really do not think you realize how drained your magic is. You need the rest; you work long days, and never take time off. Well you will this time and that’s final. You may be a Master Healer, but I am still responsible for all healers. The topic is closed.”

Roland cancelled the silencing spell and rose from his chair. “See you next week Harry, and not a day before,” finished Roland as he escorted Harry from his office and closed the door behind him.

Well, thought Harry that could have gone a lot worse. Harry prepared to go to the left to head home, but decided that one more look in at his Professor could not hurt.

Harry pushed the door to Snape’s room open very carefully. The Professor was still asleep and probably would be for a long while.

Harry stood along side the bed for a while. Eventually he pulled over the visitors chair and sat down. He reached out his hand to stroke the back of Snape’s hand. He admired the long fingers, in use; Snape’s hand movements were concise and graceful. Every movement Snape made was consolidated and graceful.

“Potter, do you have leave to hold my hand?” rasped Snape.

Harry snapped back so fast he toppled over the chair and landed loudly in an undignified heap on the floor. He quickly rose to his feet and righted the chair.

“For Merlin’s sake Potter, must you make all that infernal racquet?”

Snape’s consciousness completely took Harry by surprise, by all rights this man should probably not have regained consciousness for another twenty four or so odd hours. But Snape was not your normal wizard.

“Professor,” stammered Harry, “I am sorry I did not mean to presume…”

“Well, it seemed you were presuming quite a lot with my unconscious personage Potter.”

Harry was dumbfounded and found himself as much at a loss for words as when he was a student.

“Potter, surely you should have been able to acquire better fashion sense? Lime is not a good color for you at all; it is at odds with your eyes.”

Harry stared dumbfounded at Snape as his eyes drifted back shut and he fell off to sleep once more.

Harry made use of the chair once more. What possessed Snape to comment on his eye color? It really was time for Harry to head home.

~~hpsssshp~~

“Can you believe who one of your healers was, Severus?” gushed Minerva McGonagall.

Snape could hardly contain himself from rudely snorting in exasperation. He had been listening to McGonagall and Vector gushing over Potter’s career success for far too long a time. It was making him positively nauseous and he said so. Not who was making him nauseous, just that he was. Thankfully the two witches made their exit.

Now Snape could commiserate in private. He did not remember much from his capture, but he knew enough to know that by all rights, he should not be among the living. That meant one thing. He owed his life to Potter. No one had to tell him Potter was the sole reason he was alive, he just knew.

He remembered being forced to swallow something that his capturers told him would eat his flesh from the inside out. His kidnappers were confident enough of his imminent death, that they dumped his body in Diagon Alley. They did not think he would be alive long at that point. Thank Merlin that whoever was brewing potions among the remaining Voldemort supporters possessed little talent or the outcome would have been very different.

Now there was just the acknowledgement of the Wizards Debt he owed Potter. Snape knew about how powerful a wizard Potter was and was truly unsurprised at his success as a healer. Any endeavor Potter directed his full devotion to would be fruitful if he gave his heart and soul to it. The world was fortunate indeed that Potter chose to use his power for good, because he would be nearly unbeatable if he embraced dark magic.

~~hpsssshp~~

Harry stood in the lounge of his modest flat and again pondered why Snape was coming. It had been almost a month since his stay at St. Mungo’s. Snape had been released by the time Harry’s enforced week long break had ended. The pacing began again as Harry tried to determine the reason for Snape’s visit.

“Oh bugger, I’ll just have to wait,” said an exasperated Harry to the vacant room.

A beautiful pure black owl had delivered Snape’s note the previous night which merely said:

Mr. Potter,

Would it be convenient for me to visit you at your home tomorrow evening at 8:00 PM?

Regards,

S. Snape

Harry really did not want to discuss his role in Snape’s healing. He figured the man was coming to convey his anger at Harry for having breached his privacy once again. It could be for no other purpose. So he had replied that tomorrow would be fine. Why had he done that?

Harry had the floo open and expected Snape at any minute as the man was never late.

A loud whooshing noise heralded Snape’s perfect exit from Harry’s fireplace.

Snape rose easily to his full height which bettered Harry’s by at least six inches. He slipped his wand into his hand and whispered a charm to vanish from his black cloak any ash from the floo trip. Snape pocketed his wand and settled his eyes on Harry, who said nothing, absolutely nothing. Not one bloody word came to Harry’s mind.

“Your grasp of language skills still is lacking Mr. Potter. I believe it is customary to greet your guests. Yes?” said Snape in his honey thick voice dripping with sarcasm.

Snape continued to stare at Harry; finally the silence and the glare being leveled at him seemed to roust Harry from his stupor.

“Please sir, let me take your cloak,\" croaked Harry.

Snape reached up and unclasped his cloak and gracefully slide it from his shoulders to hand to Harry who seemed relieved to have something to do. Harry moved to place the cloak in the small closet by the front door.

Snape waited in the middle of Harry’s lounge for his return. Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Snape was wearing very nice black trousers and an ivory cabled sweater that looked to be cashmere. He looked delicious. Harry regained himself to offer Snape a seat and a drink, but he could feel his cheeks flush as he did so.

Harry handed Snape his glass and took a seat on the couch across from the chair Snape had selected. Harry admired his look of ease and comfort. Snape had one leg crossed and was staring at Harry with an indiscernible look on his face. Harry tried hard not to fidget. He tried to remind himself that he was a master of his craft just as Snape was. But it did not help.

Snape had not missed the look of desire that crossed Harry’s face. Not normally a gambling man when it came to emotions, Snape thought Harry was worth the risk to his pride even if just to save Harry from himself.

Finally Snape spoke, “No drink for you Mr. Potter?”

“No sir, I work tomorrow and do not indulge the days before I work. I feel it impairs my abilities.”

Snape nodded thoughtfully. “That seems sensible Potter.”

After a few more moments of silence Snape said, “I am here to acknowledge the Wizards Debt I now owe to you.”

“You owe me nothing; I know you have saved me many more times than that. We are equal on that score.” Harry was pleased he seemed to be more able to form complete sentences. Snape’s acknowledgement could not have been easy for him. But Harry was more concerned with why he thought he owed him anything at all.

“Professor, I was just one of your many healers.”

“Potter, could you dispense with the non essential details? Please try not to question my intelligence. You forget yourself and what I know about you, potions, and poisons. I should be six feet under at the moment yet I am not. Care to elaborate.”

“Professor...” began Harry.

“Mr. Potter, I have not been your professor for many years, I wish you to call me Severus.” Snape truly enjoyed the disbelieving expressions that crossed Harry’s face. Oh, tonight would be so fun.

“Yes sir…” a hard glare from Snape changed that to “yes Severus.”

“But you must call me Harry.”

Snape nodded his head, “I will call you that and a whole lot more before the night is over.”

Harry’s eyes widened at that, but Snape just continued, “Back to our original subject. I have deduced that you are the primary reason I still walk the earth Potter.”


“Harry, please.”

“Harry, I do not think you are capable of taking care of yourself and your own interests that is also why I am here tonight. I believe you need some one to take you firmly in hand.”

Harry gasped at his ex-Professor. Surely he did not just hear that.

Snape placed his glass on the table beside his chair and moved to sit beside Harry on the couch.

Snape settled himself close enough to Harry that he could feel the heat of the man’s leg next to his own. He also noticed the arm that snaked behind him to rest on the top of the couch.

“You see Harry, I spent many years watching out for you and ensuring your safety and well being. You have kept hidden and must continue to hide from the world the true extent of your power. I’m going to ensure you do just that.”

Harry stared into Snape’s dark eyes and wondered why they were referred to as lifeless, Harry could see such depth them. Snape continued, “the night you healed me, you risked everything, your health, your magic, your career, and maybe your freedom. Why?”

Harry sat stunned listening to Snape. The man could not know, but he sure looked like he did. Harry shielded his mind not wanting any stray thoughts to seep out about his true feelings for Severus. They had always been a dream to him anyway, something that would never happen.

Snape’s voice dripped over Harry like his favorite topping, hot fudge, “This is why, isn’t it Harry?”

Snape reached up the hand that had been resting on his knee and grasped Harry’s face, turning and tilting it towards his own as he lowered his lips to Harry’s. He watched enchanted as Harry’s eyes were shielded by the dark and full lashes closing to lay against his perfect alabaster skin. Snape closed his own eyes and closed the final distance between them.

The first touch of Harry’s soft, pliant lips under his own was intoxicating. Harry instantly stretched towards Snape seeking more contact. They gently explored each others lips until Snape sucked on Harry’s full lower lip. His gasp gave Snape the perfect opportunity to lick and taste Harry. Harry tasted sweet, fresh and innocent. Snape’s cock reacted predictably to the stimulation the man beside him was supplying.

Harry’s right arm reached up and grabbed the back of Snape’s neck to increase the pressure of Snape’s lips against his. He had no idea what brought his fantasy to life, but he did not care. Severus was here, kissing him passionately like a man starved and Harry loved it, and did not want it to end.

Snape intensified their kiss and soon he was thoroughly ravishing Harry’s mouth. He thrust his tongue in and out in the same way he wanted to plunder Harry’s body. This man was perfection. Snape moved his hand from behind Harry on the couch and cupped the back of Harry’s head as their wet, needy, and passionate kisses continued.

Snape pushed his other hand under Harry’s jumper and stroked the soft skin of his back. He wanted more contact and felt Harry straining towards him. Snape lifted and maneuvered Harry until he was straddling his lap.

They settled comfortably into their new position, never once breaking their kiss. Hands roamed, exploring each others backs and fronts. Harry hissed in pleasure as Snape’s hand found his sensitive nipple. The hissing noise reminded Snape how much he had enjoyed hearing Harry talk in Parseltongue.

“Harry, tell me what you are feeling,” encouraged Snape. Harry looked completely overwhelmed. “Let me hear it in Parseltonue, Harry.”

Snape grabbed the hem of Harry’s jumper and looked into Harry’s eyes, “May I?”

Harry nodded his approval and started to speak in Parseltongue as Snape requested.

“Shessh ees shess asshh hassash,” hissed Harry. Having rid Harry of his shirt, Snape moaned loudly as he listened to Harry. He pulled the younger man closer and flicked out his tongue to lick one of Harry’s nipples. Snape felt tremors going through Harry and continued his attentions to Harry’s other nipple. Harry was alternately moaning and hissing into Snape’s ear.

Harry still could not believe that this was Snape, no Severus playing his body as it had never been played before. None of his other encounters prepared him for the raw need he felt coursing through his body. Merlin, he had wanted this man for so long and that is what he told Severus.

“My fantasy is before me, better than I had ever imagined” hissed Harry. You taste of power and passion. Take me and make me yours”

Harry pulled Snape’s mouth back to his and engaged him another series of hot, wet, and needful kisses. Snape reached up and took Harry’s hand. He pulled his hand down the front of himself until their hands reached the large bulge in the front of Snape’s pants. He cupped Harry’s hand in his and squeezed them over his hard, aching erection.

The contact had both men pushing towards each other. Snape trailed open mouthed kisses along Harry’s jaw until he reached his ear. He then sucked Harry’s earlobe into his mouth before letting it slip out to say directly into Harry ear, “You enjoy the feel of my cock Harry? Do you?”

Harry’s hand massaged Snape’s turgid flesh as he gasped out loud at the brazen words coming from Snape’s mouth.

“My cock is going to stretch you, fill you, and complete you Harry, it is one of the ways I want to take care of you.” Harry threw his head back and Snape used the opportunity to place sucking kisses across his throat before pulling Harry’s head up toward his mouth so he could continue hotly in Harry’s other ear.

“I am going to take you long and hard Harry. My cock is the only one you’ll ever want filling you from now on. You’ll want me to pound into you over and over and over again, splitting you in two, and making us one”

Harry’s head was spinning, he knew Snape’s words should scare him but they didn’t. They just made him want Snape all the more. Snape always seemed to know what Harry needed even when Harry did not know it himself.

“Sweet Merlin Severus, I want that too, I want you now!”

Snape just chucked darkly in Harry’s ear scaring Harry for a moment. Harry’s head was between Snape’s hands. Cradled by the long fingers he had always admired. Harry was lost in the blackness of Snape’s eyes that did not have a bottom.

Snape held Harry’s head as he stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut and Snape instructed him to open them. He wanted to see the beautiful green pools light with a fire from within for him.

“Harry, are you sure? I keep what I take; this is not an insignificant encounter for me. You give yourself to me and I will care for you until my last breath leaves my body. Be very sure. I am not an easy man Harry as you well know”

‘I am sure, I have desired you as well since I was at Hogwarts, but I never dreamed we would be together.”

Snape squeezed Harry’s hand around his erection again which forced his own eyes to shut as he struggled for control. “You feel that Harry, that belongs to you, you have made me that hard . This is not the first time I’ve been hard for you. I was never going to tell you. But I took a risk on your feelings after I learned you had healed me.”

Snickering at Snape Harry ventured, “Taking an uncalculated risk sounds a bit Gryffindor to me, Severus.”

“I see you are still just as insolent as ever Potter. Where is your bedroom brat?” said Snape as he rose off of the couch with Harry still in his arms. Harry wrapped his legs around Snape’s waist, grasped the strong shoulders tightly, and pointed the way.

After entering the room, Snape quickly strode to the bed where he carefully placed Harry on the edge. Snape leaned over Harry and took his mouth in an open kiss. Snape stroked his tongue over every inch of Harry’s mouth until he had explored it thoroughly. Harry had wrapped his hands in Snape’s hair and allowed his mouth to be explored. Only when they needed air did Snape raise his head.

Snape stroked both hands over Harry’s chest and sides, he followed his hands with his tongue. He discovered that Harry’s nipples were very sensitive from the noises Harry made as he lapped and suckled at each of them. Snape licked his way to Harry’s belly button where he made a point with his tongue and repeatedly stabbed and licked at Harry.

Harry was reduced to a moaning, boneless, wriggling puddle, “Look at yourself Harry, you are a wanton creature.” Harry’s shock tensed his body and Snape pulled up to look at Harry and tell him, “you are my own wanton creature and I find you exciting and utterly perfect in every way.”

Snape’s hands had reached the top of Harry’s slacks, he looked up at Harry and Harry moved his own hands to help Snape unfasten and lower them and his pants. Snape flipped off his shoes as well leaving Harry naked as Snape’s eyes drank him in.

Harry flushed under the close scrutiny as Snape swept his gaze up and down Harry’s body.

“My own,” croaked Snape.

Harry answered in Parseltongue, Yours as I aways wanted to be. You look beautiful with your face full of passion and emotion.”

Moaning, Snape dropped to his knees, placed his hands on Harry’s hips and dropped his head into Harry’s lap. He drank in the smell that was Harry and nuzzled Harry’s very red and hard cock. His tongue circled the tip of Harry’s cock and he enjoyed the unique flavor of Harry.

Harry left out a strangled cry at seeing Snape on his knees before him with his cock in his mouth. Snape licked his way up and down the hard shaft several times. He gave attention to the thick vein on the underside and enjoyed Harry’s satisfied moans.

Snape began to suck on Harry’s cock. He moved his mouth up and down as he took in more and more of Harry’s length. He increased his suction and Harry curled up over Snape’s head as he held tightly to his hair and shoulders. Harry was reduced to continuous moaning as the pleasure swamped his senses.

Harry tried to push Snape off as he reached his limit, “Ah, Severus, I’m going come.” But Snape just sucked on Harry all the harder. Harry felt as though Snape was going to draw his soul out as well, he had never experienced such pleasure.

Within moments Harry was coming in Snape’s mouth and Snape just drank him down. He continued to suckle at Harry’s soft shaft until Harry whined at the over stimulation of his sensitive flesh.

Snape leaned up and pulled Harry to him to kiss him. Harry tasted the bitterness he knew was himself on Snape’s tongue and he moaned into Snape’s mouth in pleasure. Snape released Harry and stood up in font of him. He was still fully clothed.

“This is rather unfair Severus, here I am completely naked and you are fully clothed,” said Harry through passion filled eyes as he tried to recover from his intense orgasm. He started to raise himself up to help disrobe Snape but a hand to his chest stayed him.

“Harry, just watch. I want you to see my hard cock that I can not wait to fill you with.” Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head before he pulled himself together. He wanted to see Snape’s body as the man revealed himself. Snape toed off his black loafers, and pulled his sweater over his head exposing to Harry his smooth white chest. Harry could see various scars and was reminded again of the sacrifices Snape had made to help save the Wizarding world.

Snape moved his hands to his trousers and bent down to remove them and his pants. Harry wished Snape was facing the opposite way so he could admire Snape from the rear. Snape stood up and Harry let his eyes roam over the much desired flesh before him.

Snape urged Harry further back on the bed and then he lowered himself down to take hold of Harry’s lips in a sweet kiss that quickly reignited the passion between them. Snape allowed himself to lie fully on top of Harry and Harry responded by gasping and moaning his pleasure at the feel of skin on skin.

Snape moved from the sweetness of Harry’s mouth to place kisses along his jaw. He then began to suck and lick at Harry’s throat.

Harry was lost is a sea of pleasure. The feel of Snape’s hard, heavy body on his own made him feel safe and owned. Harry could feel Snape’s hardness pressing against him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Snape and pressed their erections together. They thrust against each other until Severus lifted off of Harry.

“Harry, I am not as young as you, I want to last longer. I want to pound into you as I promised ”

Harry reached up and stroked Snape’s check. Snape pulled away and urged Harry to roll on his stomach.

“I want to see you Severus,” rasped Harry.

“Oh you will Harry, there is still time for that, but for now I want to taste you here,” said Snape as he kneaded the flesh on Harry’s firm bottom.

Harry could hardly contain himself, surely Snape was not going to taste him there. None of his past lovers ever did anything like that. Harry tried to grind himself down onto the bed to increase the pressure on his reawakened cock, but Snape’s hands on his hips stopped him.

“Just lie still Harry or I’ll stop.”

Harry wanted to squirm just from hearing Snape’s words.

Snape lowered his head and used his thumbs to spread Harry’s cheeks apart. Harry waited and nothing happened, he was getting more aroused and harder just knowing that Snape was looking at him where he wanted Snape’s cock to be, in that place.

A wet lick from the base of his spine to his puckered entrance forced a shout from Harry’s throat. Puffs of air were tingling the moisture left behind by Snape’s tongue as Snape just held him open. Finally Snape continued to lick up and down over his secret area causing Harry so much pleasure he could only moan and mewl mindlessly,

Snape loved the needy sounds that Harry made, they raised his level of arousal. Harry bucked up into his mouth as he began to gently bit and suck at Harry’s exposed hole. Before long Snape was thrusting his tongue in and out of Harry, spearing in again and again as he ached to do with his cock.

Snape pulled back, he was aching and shaking with desire for Harry and wanted to bury himself in the willing flesh beneath him. But he remembered Harry wanted to see him. Once again, Snape urged Harry, who was breathing rapidly and very fast onto his back. Harry pulled Snape down on top of him and forced their mouths together roughly, kissing Snape for all he was worth.

When Harry fell back to the bed and arched his body against Snape’s, he knew it was time before he spilt himself outside of where he wanted to be.

“Harry, do you have...” Snape did not need to finish that sentence, Harry held out his hand and his nightstand drawer opened and a vial of golden liquid floated to Snape.

“Now, Severus, prepare me now, I want you inside me.”

The lid was already off and Snape had his fingers covered in the slick fluid. Harry pulled his legs up towards his chest in a perfect submission to Snape. The picture he made almost caused Snape to loose control. He focused on looking into Harry’s green orbs that were a deep shade of green from arousal.

Snape trailed a finger through Harry’s cleft and Harry thrust himself towards it. They were getting desperate. Snape felt Harry\'s relaxed entrance and pushed his first finger inside. Harry’s eyes shut in pleasure as he pushed down on that finger.

“More, Severus, I need, want more,” moaned Harry.

Snape pushed two fingers into Harry and concentrated on fucking Harry with them. As the passage opened for him, Snape rubbed inside, he knew he found what he had been looking for when Harry screamed in pleasure and pushed harder against the fingers working in and out of his channel. Snape tore his eyes away from Harry’s to look down at his fingers moving in and out of Harry.

It was a wonderful vision, Harry laid out writhing beneath him, begging for him with his body to be taken.

“Sssheess essesh assesh,” hissed Harry and Snape closed his eyes and moaned as he listened to Harry using the sibilant language.

He pulled his fingers from Harry’s body and grabbed the golden vial, he braced himself as he spread the fluid up and down his extremely hard and aching length.

“Harry, are you ready for me? I want to fill you as I promised to with this,” said Snape as he dragged his length up and down Harry’s cleft causing Harry to mewl again with desire.

Harry pulled his legs further up and said, “Now, Severus, no more waiting, I need you inside me now!”

Snape needed no prodding. He pushed forward steadily but carefully until he was settled against Harry’s backside, deep in his body, but he would be deeper before the night ended.

Harry thrust towards him moaning his name, while Snape was now the one only able to utter one word incomplete sentences, “Harry…Merlin…so tight…tighter than I…Oh, oh…imagined…so..good….so good in you…you feel so good surrounding me…I knew you would.”

Snape continued to thrust in and out of Harry who held Snape tightly, he had wrapped his legs tightly around Snape’s waist and was pressing his face into Severus’ neck, licking and sucking at the salty sweat he found there.

Snape could feel Harry’s hard length between their bodies, he tried to reach between them to stroke Harry, but his hand was thrust away.

“Only you Severus…just you…Merlin you’re enough.”

Snape loved the need and desire he heard in Harry’s voice. He wrapped his fingers around the hand Harry had captured and linked their fingers together. He brought them to his mouth and kissed Harry’s hand before he sucked one of Harry’s digits into his mouth. Leaning up Snape sought more leverage to pump in and out of Harry. He changed his angle of thrusting until he saw Harry’s face explode in pleasure, screaming out as Snape found the spot within him that left him floating and spinning in a sea of stars.

Snape did not think things could be any better, but seeing Harry experiencing so much pleasure was incredible to Snape. This was making love, he could feel love around them and through them. He wanted this feeling with Harry for the remainder of his days.

“Oh Harry…so hot…so tight…like your first time…always be this hot…just for me,” gasped Snape. “I can’t last Harry, I need...”

Harry choked out, “Then don’t Severus, come in me now, fill me like you promised.”

Snape looked down into Harry’s flushed face, the man was beautiful with his sweaty hair sticking to him and his full red lips. He could not hold back any longer. He allowed himself to thrust hard in and out of Harry several more times. Each thrust pushed Harry further up the bed.

It was not long before he felt Harry’s passion explode between them, his tight muscles clenched strongly around Snape who was buried so deep in Harry that his sac was slapping against Harry’s firm backside with his every thrust. Snape exploded into Harry with a yell of completion.

~~hpsssshp~~

Harry felt so good being filled again and again by Snape. The man’s powerful thrusts pressed his cock tightly between them. Harry loved looking at Snape moving above him. He was so powerful and strong.

\"Oh fuck Severus, you fill me so well...want you...you feel so good in me,\" gasped Harry. \"So hard...so strong...faster, harder...want you always!\"

Snape picked up the pace, but Harry could take no more of Snape’s constant pounding of his prostrate, he encouraged Snape to let go and a few more strong thrusts caused Harry to explode. He saw white behind his eyes as his body rode the strongest orgasm he’d ever had.

Harry felt Snape release inside of him and rejoiced in the yell that came from Snape. That he could cause this proud, reserved man to let himself go made Harry very happy. Harry wanted to be with this man forever!

~~hpsssshp~~

Snape held Harry tightly to him after he gently dropped onto Harry. “Am I too heavy Harry?” questioned Snape.

“No, stay there, I love your weight on top of me.”

Both men just hung onto each other, Snape finally raised his head from Harry’s neck and kissed him long and slow. Their tongues lazily lapping and twisting together as their bodies slowed down from their intense coupling. Harry felt when Snape’s length slipped from his body and his whine was swallowed by Snape’s kiss.

Snape rolled them to their side. Harry mumbled a cleaning charm and Snape pulled Harry tight to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed soft kisses into Harry’s sweat soaked hair and was rewarded as Harry pressed himself closer and sighed with contentment.

Before long, Snape could hear the steady breathing from Harry that indicated he’d fallen asleep. Snape tightened his hold and whispered into Harry’s ear, “Mine.”

Snape was surprised when Harry answered back, “Yours.”