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Summary: Voldemort has been defeated and Harry has finally graduated, but he won’t leave Hogwart’s until he finds out if a certain Potions professor returns his feelings.

Warnings: NC-17, M/M . . . This means extremely sexually explicit activities between two males. If you no like-y, you no read-ie . . . and don’t waste your time sending flames!

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A/N: I admit that I’ve played havoc with canon – but isn’t that the nature of fanfic? I must give a nod to Irana Potter-Snape’s “Reflections” – in the middle of reading her story, this very demanding plot bunny came out of nowhere and started gnawing on my ankle . . . and other unmentionable bits. *wink* Ta, luv.


/these are a character’s thoughts/


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The silence of the empty school both soothed and tortured Professor Severus Snape as he puttered around his potions classroom, gathering the last of his personal things before closing the room for another summer. The silence was soothing because he loathed the screeching noises of the adolescent students – even after all of these years, they continued to fray his nerves. He often wondered why he remained after the war was over, after he was free of the promises made to Dumbledore, but it was the only real home he had ever known, and it was the only place where he would ever be able to stumble upon memories of *him* – at once a comfort and a torture.

It wasn’t essential for him to remove his personal items, after all, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere – Headmistress McGonagall had made it perfectly clear that he had a permanent position as Potions Professor, for as long as he desired it. After all, Minerva had cajoled, Hogwart’s couldn’t do better than a War Hero, who also, by the way, had developed the potion to remove the last of Nagini’s venom from his own system.

The very fact of his survival continued to be a source of dark amusement for Severus. Especially considering the identities of his saviours – Luna and Neville had been sent by Harry to search for Severus and save him from Voldemort’s familiar. Luna was a complete flake, but the girl – no, the young woman – had a definite talent for healing charms. Without her talents, and Longbottom’s surprising determination, he would have surely died before they could get him to St. Mungo’s. Much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, Longbottom was an extremely talented herbologist, hence his current apprenticeship to Professor Sprout – and Severus would not have been able to develop the curative without Neville’s assistance, not to mention his persistence.

After his recovery was complete, he had allowed Minerva to convince him to stay on at Hogwart’s. Besides, he hadn’t had anywhere else to go. And he was going to be coming back for one more year. The decision hadn’t really been that difficult. Today was the difficult part. The current silence had been very absent earlier . . .

He had escaped the dungeons as the departing students had been particularly boisterous today, still in extremely high spirits after yesterday’s graduation ceremony – it had included all those students who had been seniors last year but who hadn’t been able to complete their studies due to their involvement with the war. Yes, including him, the Boy-Who-Lived-Again. Suddenly, the laughter filling his sombre dungeons frayed his last nerve, so he fled outside, praying the rain would hold off until the school had emptied and he could retreat once more to his silent quarters.

A gust of wind brought to him the whistle of the Hogwart’s Express as it left Hogsmeade Station. He froze, head up, like a deer that has caught the scent of some great predator – then fled inside, desperate to do something, anything, to take his mind off of the great truth that had nearly crippled him when he caught the haunting sound of that whistle.

/I’ll never see him again./ Assuredly, there will be the occasional picture in the paper. There were even rumours of a book. But never again would he walk into a room and know exactly where the boy was located, merely by the unmistakable presence of his shining aura. Never stand near enough to him to be enveloped by his scent. Never more will there be the possibility of having to pass close enough to surreptitiously brush against his warmth.

So, it was in a desperate attempt to distract himself that Severus started to tidy the potions classroom while the last tendrils of energy from the departed students still swirled about the empty corridors. He inspected the various store cupboards, making note of the various ingredients that would need replenishing, not to mention the equipment and books that had been ruined by the careless whelps. Gathering his notes, he sat at his desk to organize them into neat lists, which items to purchase from each of his suppliers, and so on. He didn’t realize that he wrote out the identical neatly scripted lists several times over.

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Harry set his trunk on the platform and stared at the Hogwart’s Express. /I’ll not be back for four years . . . and he may be gone from here by then – I may never see him again . . ./

“What’s wrong, mate?” Ron asked concernedly, “You’ve been bloody quiet all morning.”

Harry studied the train for another moment, then faced his two closest friends. “I can’t leave. He might not be here when I return . . . I just can’t leave and not know.”

Ron paled, but Hermione flung herself at Harry, hugging him tightly, “Oh, Harry! I’m so happy for you!”

Harry briefly returned her embrace, then asked, “But he might not feel the same . . .”

“He does, Harry,” she insisted. “I’ve told you time and time again how I’ve seen him watching you. What other reason could he possibly have to watch you so intently? Voldemort’s gone – you don’t need his protection anymore.”

“But, Hermione -”

“And it isn’t just me, Harry,” she reminded him, “Neville’s said it as well. After all,” she continued, “if anyone should know, it would be him – he worked so closely with the Professor to make that potion. And you know very well that Neville is the least likely person to exaggerate about anything!”

“I know,” Harry agreed, “I know. It’s just the same old doubts resurfacing – we’ve gone over this all before,” he sighed, then noticed Ron’s pallor. “Ron?”

Ron’s face reddened, and he slowly met his best friend’s eyes. “You know the whole thing just weirds me out,” he admitted. Hermione took his hand, holding on tightly, but said nothing. Ron paused for a moment before continuing, “But you’re my best mate, Harry, and nothing’s ever going to change that,” he declared fiercely. “And if Snape’s the one you want . . . the one that’s going to make you happy . . . well . . . I’m with you, Harry.”

Harry caught him up in a fierce hug. “Thanks, mate,” he choked out. After a moment, he drew Hermione into the embrace. “You guys are the best!”

The train whistle gave a short blast, a final warning that it would soon be underway. Harry helped his friends get their baggage on board, then stood on the platform, waving goodbye to everyone.

As the train started to pull away, Hermione leaned out the window of their compartment, “Good luck, Harry! Let us know how it goes!”

“I will!” He watched until the train was no longer visible, then took up his trunk and Apparated to the school gates. Reaching for the wrought iron of the gate, he felt the wards touching him. /Please,/ he directed his thoughts to the school itself, /I need to come inside./ He had barely finished the thought before the gates swung open to welcome him. A moment later, a distinctly worried Dobby appeared beside him.

“Has Master Harry Potter sir missed the train?” he asked, wringing his hands.

“No, Dobby,” Harry smiled down at his companion, “I’ve a need to speak with Professor Snape.”

The house elf straightened upon hearing this, grinned at the young man, and said, “Very good, sir! Can Dobby take charge of your baggage?”

Harry grinned back, encouraged by the elf’s enthusiastic response. “Thanks, Dobby, that’d be great. Erm . . . would you happen to know where Severus is at the moment?”

“Of course, sir,” Dobby replied as he wrapped his arms around the trunk that was at least twice as large as himself, “Professor Snape is currently in the Potions classroom.” He disappeared with the trunk before Harry could thank him.

Harry slowly made his way up to the school, trying to decide on what he was going to say to Severus, different scenarios running through his mind – what objections Severus might come up with, and how to counter them. He smiled to himself as the front doors opened silently at his approach, and when he entered, he saw that torches were lit along the way to the dungeons, lighting his way to the Potions classroom. “Thanks, Dobby,” he whispered, and started to make his way towards the meeting that would forever change his life – this day would either make him the most satisfied person in the world, or shatter every possibility of a happy future.

Before he was truly ready for it, Harry found himself standing in front of the door that led into the Potions classroom. /This is it,/ he thought to himself and pushed the door open before he could change his mind. He immediately saw the Potions Master seated at his desk, silently perusing a collection of parchments scattered across the desk’s surface. He quietly closed the door behind him and approached his ex-professor.

He stood silently in front of the desk for some moments, but Severus was so lost in thought that he wasn’t aware of the younger man’s presence until Harry cleared his throat – the sound unnaturally loud in the current stillness. Severus’ head shot up, his eyes widening in disbelief. /He cannot be here,/ he thought to himself and bowed his head once more, closing his eyes tightly in denial. /He cannot be here . . ./

“Professor . . . erm, Severus,” Harry nervously started. “If you have a moment, I need to speak with you regarding a matter of . . . some importance.”

Severus was so utterly unprepared for Harry’s presence that he couldn’t speak. He straightened his spine, lifted his head, and raised one haughty eyebrow in inquiry.

Harry flushed, but wouldn’t allow himself to be cowed by the Potion Master’s silent arrogance, he’d waited too long for this – the moment of truth. All of his practiced speeches faded from his mind as the silence continued. He finally blurted out, “I’ve fallen in love with you and I need to know how you feel about me.” He cringed at his own bluntness, but thought, /Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound . . . /

The older man paled and stared blankly at the younger for a moment before looking down once more at the parchments on his desk.

Harry’s chest tightened painfully with Severus’ lack of response. The silence stretched on until he couldn’t bear it for another moment. “Yes or no, Severus,” Harry’s husky voice was pleading. “Either you want me or you don’t.” He stared at Snape’s bowed head, willing him to look up, to meet his gaze, to give the answer Harry longed for. The silence was deafening.

Severus stared at the lists in front of him. He couldn’t bear to look up and find that Harry’s presence here was only an illusion. An illusion that was torturing him with the offer of the one thing he desired above anything else he’d ever wanted in his life.

He flushed slightly as he realized that his love for Lily Evans had been only the dream of an unattainable perfection – a dream that had been necessary to the heart of a desperately lonely boy. But everything he had ever felt for Lily paled into insignificance when compared to what he felt for her son.

His flush deepened as he acknowledged that he wanted the son of the woman whom he had once thought to be the epitome of all that was desirable in a mate. Not only did he want the boy – no, the young man – he wanted him with a passionate intensity that belied the fact that he was old enough to be the younger man’s father. Disconcerting, to say the least, but not nearly enough to dim his desire, not the slightest bit.

He reddened still further as he finally admitted to himself that he loved Harry Potter. He loved his bravery, his loyalty, the enormous heart that had given him the power to survive the greatest adversity and finally defeat Voldemort. Not to mention the emerald eyes that sparkled mischievously, the contagious grin, the husky voice, the sexiest walk . . .

But how could this truly be happening? Severus wondered . . . How could Harry possibly want him? Ridiculous! Impossible!

Harry watched as Severus’ face slowly turned red. /That’s it,/ he thought to himself. /He hates me too much . . . I’ve finally made him so angry that he’s speechless./

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Harry choked out. “I had thought . . . but obviously I was mistaken. I’ll go . . . and I promise that I won’t ever bother you again . . .” he ended with a sob as he turned towards the door, he had gambled everything and lost it all. He stumbled through the classroom, bumping into desks – he couldn’t see properly through the tears filling his eyes.

The pain in Harry’s voice finally broke through Severus’ complacency – he never would have imagined that sorrow-filled statement. He would have imagined arrogance or cajolery, not that heart-rending vulnerability.

Harry was halfway to the door by the time his ex-professor looked up. Severus quickly flicked his wand at the door to lock it just before the teen reached for the handle, then was out of his chair and headed towards the younger man.

Harry was much too upset to focus on wandless magic, so he was searching for his wand to unlock the door – not that he would have been able to utter the charm, his throat was too clogged to speak even the simplest of spells. But it was a moot point as Severus grabbed him and whirled him around, then froze when he saw the tears streaking down Harry’s pale face.

Severus’ heart clenched at the sight, and he vowed to do everything within his power to ensure that he would never again have to see his beloved overcome with such pain. He gently drew the younger man into his arms.

At first, Harry’s body was stiff and disbelieving, then slowly relaxed into the comfort offered by the strong arms that cradled him gently against the hard, lean body of the Potions Master. One hand rested firmly, but undemandingly, at the base of Harry’s spine, whilst the other wandered soothingly up and down his back. Harry was enveloped by the scent of the man he loved above all others – a heady combination of herbs and pungent potion ingredients, but underlying it all was a base of apples and cedar.

There were no meaningless platitudes or clumsy apologies, no attempt to offer words of any sort – Severus had no idea what would be appropriate, so he said nothing. Instead, he merely offered his presence, revelling in the slow relaxation of the body in his arms.

Harry’s sobs eventually ceased, and he relaxed completely within Severus’ embrace, hardly daring to believe that this was real, that Severus truly wanted him in return. The two stood there for several minutes, basking in the contentment of that moment which lingered between acceptance and desire.

Severus placed a soft kiss amongst the messy black locks, thinking he would be quite content to just stand there indefinitely, holding Harry peacefully. Harry pulled away slightly, just enough to look up, and as the watery emerald gaze met shining black, the desire that had been held in check slowly started to fill them both. Severus lifted one hand to tenderly wipe away the last vestiges of Harry’s tears, then, his gaze firmly fixed on the trembling lips before him, slowly lowered his head. Harry’s arms snaked up around the taller man’s neck as he met Severus half-way.

The moment that their lips met, the carefully stoked embers of desire quickly became a conflagration of passion. Harry whimpered, Severus moaned in response, each holding tightly to the other, trying to get closer. Severus soon had Harry backed against the door, gripping him by the arse and lifting – Harry quickly understood what the older man wanted, and opened his legs, wrapping them around the older man’s hips, allowing Severus the leverage he needed to thrust and rub their erections together. Even through the layers of clothing, the friction was exquisite.

Harry soon wrenched his mouth away from Severus, panting and gasping for breath, moaning and whimpering at the sensations that were coursing through his body. Severus’ mouth moved to the teen’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as his hips continued to grind against Harry. The sexiest sounds Severus had ever heard were coming out of Harry’s mouth, and they shivered down Severus’ spine, straight to his cock.

Within minutes, Harry cried out in ecstasy as he came, his limbs tightening around his lover as his body trembled in release. Severus stilled his movements, taking Harry’s mouth in a loving kiss as the teen came down from his high. Here was the gentle tasting, the curious exploration, and the tenderness that had been missing moments before.

Severus finally pulled away from the kiss and allowed Harry’s legs to be lowered to the floor, firmly holding onto the younger man until he was standing steadily on his own. As Harry gained his feet, he became aware that Severus’ cock was still hard.

“Severus?” he questioned, “You didn’t -” He was silenced by a callused finger laid softly against his lips. Black eyes gazed intently into emerald, and Severus smiled gently at his young lover before sweeping him up into his arms and striding determinedly to the back of the classroom.

Harry nearly started to weep at the tenderness that was obvious in the smile bestowed upon him, then gasped as he was lifted as easily as though he was only eight years old instead of eighteen. As Severus carried him towards the desk, Harry thought longingly of the comfort of a bed, but if Severus wanted to take him on the desk, Harry wasn’t going to argue at this point. But Severus continued past the desk to halt in the rear corner of the classroom. When Harry saw the intense concentration on his lover’s face, he knew that Severus was casting a silent, wandless spell – and was answered by the stones of the wall parting to reveal a curved staircase, lit by several torches.

The Potions Master carried his burden effortlessly down the staircase, through his sitting room, to deposit Harry on his feet next to the largest four-poster bed that Harry had ever seen. He vaguely registered a colour scheme of golden earth tones, but his attention was focused on the man at his feet, carefully untying and removing Harry’s trainers and socks.

When Severus rose, he quickly removed Harry’s cloak, and efficiently stripped him of jacket, sweater and t-shirt. Reaching behind Harry, he swept the covers to the foot of the bed, then gently wrapped his arms around the younger man. Harry rested his hands lightly on Severus’ shoulders, while Severus’ fingers trailed slowly, softly, down the indent of Harry’s spine, raising gooseflesh in their wake. Severus took Harry’s mouth once more. Tasting. Exploring. Arousing. Harry whimpered in response and pressed himself closer, but Severus’ hands remained teasingly soft on the teen’s back.

Just when Harry thought he could no longer take the teasing, Severus broke the kiss, moving his mouth sensually across the smooth jaw. Harry’s eyes closed as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses. Severus took his time, tasting the tender flesh of the throat arched so invitingly for him. Then down to one shoulder. He nibbled along the length of the collarbone before slowly descending to one dusky pink nipple, his attentions wringing a cry from the body trembling in his arms. He licked and nipped his way across to the other nipple. Hands tangled in his hair, grasping for balance. Slowly moving down the pale stomach, he kneeled once more before his young lover, his hands gripping gently where thigh met arse, holding the body still as he mouthed the hard cock through the jeans, inhaling the strong musk of Harry’s earlier release.

“Anhhh – Severus!” Harry cried out, his eyes flying open and down, to see the heated black gaze focused intently on his face. He reached out and gently pushed a few stray locks of ebony hair away from the flushed face, carefully tucking the silky fine strands behind an ear. He lovingly caressed one high cheekbone, then hoarsely whispered, “More.”

Severus’ eyes closed tightly as a shudder passed through his frame. When he opened them a moment later, he was completely focused on unbuckling the belt before him. The trousers and boxers were quickly stripped down and off, to be carelessly tossed to the side. He paused for a moment to admire the ruddy cock in front of him. It had lovely proportions, slim and firm and tapered to a lovely acorn-shaped head, which was, at that moment, slowly leaking – a temptation that Severus was not about to resist. His tongue reached out to catch the salty-sweet drop, then proceeded to clean every trace of seed from cock, belly and balls. Each stroke of his tongue was answered by moans and whimpers from above, and he triumphed in every sound he was able to coax from his lover’s lips.

By the time Severus had finished cleaning away all evidence of Harry’s prior orgasm, the younger man was leaning heavily on him, so overwhelmed by sensation that he was no longer able to support himself. Severus carefully lifted Harry into the center of the large bed, and then covered the naked youth with his own fully clothed body. Harry squirmed and arched underneath his larger lover, but Severus allowed his weight to pin Harry, not enough to crush him, but enough to restrain him, as he gently kissed the teen and ran his fingers through his hair, giving him time to calm down somewhat before continuing.

After several moments, Harry was in control of himself again, and looked deeply into Severus’ eyes, before demanding, “Skin, Severus. Now.” Severus dropped a quick kiss to Harry’s nose before lifting himself off of the bed and started to remove his many layers.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows and watched with hooded eyes as Severus stripped the black clothes from his body. Pale skin emerged. Long, lean muscles – not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs. An extremely aroused cock that was somewhat larger than Harry had imagined – and he had imagined something quite substantial.

“Oh, Severus,” Harry moaned, taking in every detail of the fit, strong body that could have easily belonged to a much younger man. Then he chuckled wryly, “If you hadn’t been wearing those thrice-damned concealing robes all this time, I’d have jumped you years ago!” He thought for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, “Actually, I should be grateful for your appalling lack of style. I wouldn’t have liked queuing up for your attentions.”

Severus only smirked in reply, but it wasn’t in a typically Snape-ish, sneering, ‘I’m going to be a vicious arse about this and don’t give a bloody damn what you think about it’ kind of smirk. It was more of a sexually anticipatory, ‘I can’t wait to get my hands on you and fuck you through the mattress’ kind of smirk.

Harry’s cock twitched in response to the unspoken promise behind the smirk and he held out his arms to his lover – there was far too much distance between them. Severus quickly answered Harry’s invitation, gathering the teen into his arms and claiming his mouth in another heated, possessive kiss. Harry wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist. They were pressed too closely for friction, but he couldn’t prevent the movement of his hips, trying to press his hard cock along Severus’ hot length.

Rough, callused hands ran lovingly across smooth young skin, lingering in the areas that elicited gasps of pleasure – the tender spot beneath the ear, the nipples that were now hard little peaks, the soft area just below the jutting hipbone . . . Harry could do little more than cling to his lover as Severus explored his body, finding every erogenous zone, coaxing his arousal higher and higher.

Severus urged one of Harry’s legs back to the bed and rolled them to their sides, then pulled Harry’s top leg over his own hip, giving him easier access to his target. Harry gasped in pleasure when Severus’ strong fingers found their way to the hot, sensitive skin surrounding his puckered entrance, and he thrust helplessly against the maddeningly light touch.

“Severus,” he moaned as he felt Severus whispering against his nipple, “please, pleaseohplea-” His begging was halted and his body stilled in shock as he felt the odd sensation of cool slickness flowing forth from where a single fingertip was pressed just inside his rear entrance. He stared into the black orbs focused intently on his face. “That’s not something they teach us in Charms class,” he managed after getting his breath back.

The older man offered up one more of his trademark smirks and then proceeded to firmly push his finger completely into the slickened heat of his young lover’s body. Harry arched, pushing against Severus’ hand, wordlessly pleading for more. Severus was more than happy to give it to him, sliding his finger slowly in and out of Harry’s hole. He soon added a second, twisting and scissoring his fingers, gently stretching the tight entrance.

His earlier climax had relaxed Harry’s body enough that he felt no discomfort from the two fingers working within his virginal opening. All he felt was the sweet pleasure generated by the friction of the fingers against the extremely sensitive skin of his anus. He’d had no idea that he was so sensitive back there, but the pleasure kept building, bringing him higher and higher, and all he could do was writhe against the hard body holding him so closely, pushing forward against the heat of Severus’s cock, then thrusting back onto the fingers impaling him. Suddenly, Severus pushed in further than he had before, and Harry keened loudly as the fingers rubbed against his prostate, his entire body arching as the exquisite sensations coursed along every nerve ending.

Severus removed his fingers from within Harry, guiding him onto his back once more. Positioning himself between Harry’s widespread legs, he carefully inserted three fingers into the teen’s arse, aiming directly for that hard little bundle of nerves. He found it immediately, and Harry writhed in reaction, pumping wantonly against the fingers impaling him. Severus shuddered, his weeping cock rubbing against the bedsheets, demanding to be embedded in the heat that was presently clutching at his fingers. He had dreamt of this moment so many times – of having Harry in his bed – but he had never imagined the passionate enthusiasm which the younger man was displaying. It was driving him wild with need, a need that he would not be able to resist for much longer.

He finally removed his fingers, wiped his hand on the sheet, and moved up to claim Harry’s mouth once more, trying desperately to regain some control over himself.

Harry, for his part, whimpered at the emptiness he felt when the fingers withdrew, but was consoled as the larger man moved up to cover him. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and gratefully received the plundering tongue into his mouth, revelling in the imitation of actions in which other body parts would soon be engaged.

Breathing heavily, Severus broke the kiss and gazed intently into the passion-glazed emerald eyes below him. Flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips completed the ‘thoroughly debauched’ look of his former student. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to take what was laid out so appealingly before him, but he needed to give the teen one last opportunity to refuse the final act.

It took Harry several moments to realize why Severus had halted – and it took much effort on his part to keep his eyes from tearing up at this ultimate consideration. Under no circumstances did he want Severus to think that he had any doubts about what they were doing together.

He gently laid one hand along Severus’ cheek, his thumb reaching to softly caress the slightly reddened lips. “Oh, Severus, I love you so much,” he quietly coaxed, “I’ve waited – No . . . we’ve both waited too long for this. I want this . . . I want you, more than I can say. Don’t say ‘no’ at this late hour.” He focused on putting every ounce of his love and admiration into his eyes, and, knowing that a skilled Occlumens like Severus would put more trust in what was unspoken, he lowered his mental shields and projected his feelings directly at his lover.

Severus’ eyes widened slightly at the trust and love that flooded into him from his protégé, and he smiled down at him – not just with his lips, but from the depths of his soul. It warmed his eyes, and took Harry’s breath away. Severus turned his head, pressing a soft kiss into Harry’s palm, then reached down to hook Harry’s legs over his arms, spreading the youth wide and lifting his arse up, ready to be plundered.

Carefully, he manoeuvred the weeping head of his painfully hard cock to press against Harry’s loosened entrance, and slowly pushed inside. It took every bit of strength he possessed to stop himself from plunging further into the tight heat that surrounded the head of his cock.

Harry couldn’t stop the pained whimper that escaped him, his body frozen in shock. Severus had prepared him well, and he had been thoroughly enjoying the fingering he had received, but the cock was so much larger than the fingers had been. Severus leaned down and claimed Harry’s lips once more, tasting and teasing, distracting the teen from the burning pain, slowly coaxing a response from him.

As soon as Harry started to relax, Severus rested himself on the body below him to immobilize it, and then slowly, slowly pushed forward into Harry’s tight heat. Harry could do no more than toss his head from side to side as the enormous cock filled him. On and on it went, until Severus’ heavy balls were resting against the cheeks of Harry’s arse, Severus breathing heavily in his ear, shaking with the effort to remain still but giving Harry the time he needed to adjust to this new sensation. He felt incredibly full, split in half by the weapon that impaled him. He had no control over his body as it bucked beneath Severus’ weight in its unfamiliarity with this invasion, his passage clenching around the steely intruder.

Severus could not remain still for very long, the exquisite heat surrounding his cock was testing his control to the utmost. He soon withdrew until only the head remained lodged within Harry’s tightness, then plunged forward, aiming for Harry’s sweet spot. His aim was true, and the teen cried out in pained pleasure. Severus repeated the movement, over and over again, until he was pounding mindlessly into the body beneath him.

The pain Harry had been feeling was swiftly eclipsed by the pleasure forced into him by the constant battering of his prostate. His cock soon hardened in response, and he writhed against his lover, trying to get some desperately needed friction. Severus knew just what Harry was trying to accomplish, so he released one of Harry’s legs and reached between them to wrap his hand around the weeping cock. Harry moaned in gratitude and was soon thrusting enthusiastically – forward into the tight grip surrounding his cock, and then backwards onto the hard shaft impaling him.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion – the moans and cries of both men as they worked feverishly towards completion, the smack of flesh against flesh, the bed squeaking occasionally from the force of their enthusiasm.

Harry was the first to find his release and screamed out Severus’ name as he arched beneath his lover, his cock pulsing as he spilled between their bodies. The fierce clenching of his passage took Severus over the edge, his body shuddering as he filled Harry with the proof of his passion. He released Harry’s other leg and collapsed onto his young lover, his body twitching occasionally as the last bursts of pleasure swept along his nerve endings. Harry wrapped himself around Severus, thoroughly enjoying his lover’s passion-induced weakness while he came down from his own high.

Several long moments later, when Severus could finally think again, he placed a tender kiss against Harry’s throat, then carefully withdrew his softened cock from his lover’s passage. Harry whimpered in reaction, so Severus placed a finger against Harry’s red and abused nether hole, and cast a silent, wandless healing charm. A second silent spell, this time a quick cleansing charm, and the two men were freed from the evidence of their exertions. Severus moved himself off of Harry and laid next to him, gathering him close.

Harry tiredly settled himself against Severus, wrapping one arm and leg over the older body, resting his head on the smooth chest, where he could hear the strong, steady heartbeat telling him that he was safe and loved. Severus silently summoned the covers from where they had been discarded earlier, carefully tucking them around his exhausted treasure.

“Harry?” Severus asked softly, placing a gentle kiss on the head tucked under his chin.

“Hmm?” was the sleepy reply.

“Just in case I wasn’t clear enough, that was a resounding ‘yes’.” He felt the cheek resting against his chest move into a smile as the warm young body snuggled closer, but there was no other answer as the two drifted into sleep. None was needed.