Young, Hot and Rich

Written in response to a challenge, had to have Harry mistreating Snape and Snape goes to find solace in another's arms, but I'll let you find out who ;)

Severus sat at his writing desk, ink dripping from his stationary quill and blemishing the parchment underneath. He'd been thinking of Hogwarts, and of Harry. The delightful, mischievous boy he'd been, the slim form and green eyes so much like Lily's that had brought forth the romance in him, but with that hair, face and personality that brought forth the lust and passion he had felt for James. A sad smile crept unknowingly onto his face as he remembered potions lessons in which he'd tried to cover up his adoration of the boy with spite and anger. The look on Harry's face when he was angry or sulky would almost overcome him every time and he had to physically restrain himself from kissing the determined little mouth. Then he had began to grow, and those first few developing muscles brought out his figure and bone structure so well. Snape had watched Harry's first few female admirers and his crushes with a mixture of jealousy and amazement. Finally, FINALLY in Harry's 5th year a soft spot of Snape's came to light and in the ensuing emotion and confusion they had kissed. Snape confessed everything, and Harry, shocked at first, admitted that he felt the same. Snape refused to consummate their relationship until Harry turned 17, though assured Harry he could experiment as much as he liked. Muffled shock came out when their love became public, but Harry was the chosen one and no one was too vocal. Now, Snape was still teaching at Hogwarts while Harry worked as an auror. Unfortunately, with the downfall of Voldemort the work was highly boring and frustrating, 95% paperwork, 5% fieldwork and 0% genuine action. Harry became angrier and gruffer with each passing day.

The front door slamming downstairs wrenched Snape abruptly out of his memories and he hurriedly began to scribble the letter he was supposed to be writing. Harry appeared at the door, black hair messy and falling in bright green eyes. Subtle muscles bulged at his sleeves which he had stylishly rolled up to show pale forearms. Snape smiled up at him. Harry frowned back.
“Hard day?” Snape kept his voice cool.
“Is it ever not?” Harry loosened a little and even smiled as he approached to kiss Snape.
“Do you want to order take-away for dinner?” He always tip-toed around Harry after work, it was safer.
“Yeah, but I need to relax first.” Harry's eyes were clouded with lust. Snape almost flinched, Harry was unnecessarily rough in these moods. He sighed and tried to look at Harry matter-of-factly.
“I really need to get these done, sorry.” Harry looked hurt and that pouty look which used to set Snape on fire with lust, just made him a little irritated.
“You've been here all day, surely it wouldn't be that hard to just fuck for a little bit.” Anger was creeping into Harry's voice, and normally for simplicity's sake Snape would've agreed but he wasn't in the mood to deal with a spoilt teenager.
“Harry, I'm sorry but if I get them all done today I won't have anything to do for the rest of the holidays, we can fuck then.”
“Why is it always like this? You wouldn't be anything without me Severus. You'd still be living in your little hovel like a hermit, never getting anything, never getting anywhere. I'm 19, hot, and rich, I could have anyone, you should count yourself lucky.” It was true enough to sting. It made Snape feel like a worthless teenager again. His tough personality had been wittled down by this boy more than half his age. He sighed, and without looking at Harry muttered an apology. He hated himself for this instant submission but the shrieking fights that had often ended in punches took their toll, he wasn't as young as he used to be after all. Harry smiled triumphantly.
“That's better, sometimes you seem a little too ungrateful for my liking.” Snape could have ripped out the boys tongue, but instead nodded, eyes directly ahead like a toddler who was being scolded. Harry turned Snape's face towards his own and kissed him, roughly wrestling his tongue. Snape allowed himself to be led to the bedroom where Harry roughly tore at buttons and clasps until Snape was completely naked. Harry slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, smiling at Snape he slid it off his arms and twisted it before tying it tightly around Snape's wrists. He inwardly sighed, when Harry started with bondage, things tended to get really rough.