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Speedo: (a manufacturer and distributor of swimwear and swim-related accessories. ) Not mine either.
A/N: This is my very first fanfic attempt please be gentle. Review please. Thank you!
It was summer at Hogwarts and for some strange reason the head master decided to have swimming lesson for the students who are staying over the summer. Magically an indoor pool was constructed next to the Quidditch pitch. It looked like it's designed for Olympic Games.
There are only few students and teachers who stay at Hogwarts during summer break it includes the potion master Severus Snape and the Golden-Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter in his seventh year.
Albus asked Snape to teach swimming lessons which he grudgingly accepted. He tried to argue that it should be Rolanda Hooch's job to teach the sport but he eventually failed. He swore that someday he will hex the old coot and let him drown in the black lake feeding him to the merepeople.
Upon hearing this, Harry, who had a huge crush - no scratch that. He was infatuated with his potion master since his sixth year, insisted not to join Ron and Hermione in their summer vacation in Cancun. Both Ron and Hermione were reluctant at first but let Harry go, thinking that they will have all the time to themselves.
Harry and a few interested students signed up for the said program. Not that Harry needed a lesson but for other reasons.
The night before the swimming lesson, Harry cannot sleep. He was excited to see his beloved professor without anything on but his spandex. He instantly becomes hard just playing the images on his mind, concocting a way to get those trunks off the older man.
The day for the swimming lesson came. Up on the Gryffindor tower Harry woke up happily thinking that this will be his lucky day. He feels like he just drank a vial of felix felicis. He merrily went to the great hall to have his breakfast.
Down the dungeons Snape cursed waking up thinking that this will be the worst day of his life. He feels like he just had been hexed by an Imperius curse. He grumpily walked to the great hall to eat his breakfast even though he has no appetite for it.
After breakfast the students who signed up for the lesson went down to the indoor pool including Harry. There are only few students who enrolled in the program; most of them are first years. Harry went to the lockers to get ready. He took all his clothes off, revealing his sexy tanned body and Quidditch toned muscles. He put on his dark blue Speedo spandex that clad him sexily. It emphasized his cute round arse and his already throbbing bulging front. He took his towel and excitedly went to the pool.
Everyone was sitting on the bench waiting for their instructor. Snape on the other hand took a deep breath then he slammed the door open. The students were startled but Harry, he almost jump for joy seeing his professor, but was disappointed "He's wearing his robe?" he muttered unbelievably under his breath.
Snape strode irritably to where his students are, he started "Today you will learn how to swim, not that it is required for your OWLS or NEWTS but the head master think that it will benefit you someday." He glares at the faces of his students, and then he found Harry looking confused mouth slightly open. "Mr. Potter, what are you gaping at?"
"I – I – nothing professor." He stammered pink blush tinted his cheeks. Snape raised an eyebrow and continued "very well, everyone line up. We will do some stretching first before you get into the water. This will prevent your muscles to cramp and drown yourselves senselessly."
The young man cannot contain himself; he raised his hands and spoke fervently. "Sir, are you going to swim wearing those?" Snape walked over where Harry was standing glowered at him like a giant bat and sneered.
"That is none of your business Mr. Potter. Unless I am required to dive into the waters I will wear my school robe whenever I want. I am fully aware of the right attire for this kind of sport, unlike you. Where are your swimming caps and goggles Mr. Potter?" Harry felt a red blush creeping through his face and a tingling sensation from his spine to his twitching member. He swallowed hard trying his best not to grab his professor and kiss him senselessly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for improper dress code" Snape snapped. Harry frowned. Snape strode away sweeping his robes, touching the bare thighs of Harry. The young man suppressed a moan.
Snape continued "Now everyone follow after me, count One –Two – One! Stretch those muscles!"
"Again!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Two!"
After ten minutes of stretching they positioned themselves into the diving boards and at the sound of the whistle everyone dived into the water. Snape conjured kick board for everyone to practice. He instructs the students while staying on the edge of the pool surveying each of the students do freestyle strokes.
During the half hour of the lesson everyone is enjoys swimming except one. Harry wasn't enjoying at all, he wants Snape to dip into the water, he wants him to shed off that damned robes which is the very hindrance to his fantasy.
He did everything he could to seduce the older man. He performed a perfect 400 m freestyle that made everyone gawk in awe but Snape only rolled his eyes. He even flexes his muscles when they take breaks but Snape doesn't bother to look at him.
He attempted to pick-up his towel seductively bending so low so that Snape could view his full round tight arse but it was ignored.
He became very furious and he keeps thinking ways to get into those robes. Little did Harry know t hat the older man watches his every move in his peripheral vision, frowning. 'Well now, is that Potter boy flirting with me?' Snape thought it was ridiculous.
After an hour the whistle was again blown "Okay we're done for today, everyone out of the water now!" Snape bellowed. The students crammed out of the water returning every kick board to the professor. Then they went to change in the locker rooms. Snape counted the returned kick boards but there's one lacking.
He didn't see Potter handing him his kick board so he turned to look for him. He saw him at the top of diving tower.
"Potter! Come down here this instant!" Snape bellowed. His voiced echoed. Harry did not heed his words. This will be his last attempt to get that greasy git off that robe.
Harry was going to dive in, he prepares his entrance form bounced a bit and he magnificently plunged into the waters.
"Show off." Snape said thru gritted teeth. Snape waited for the boy to resurface, a minute had past but there still no signs of him. "Potter!" Snape called. There still no answer. Snape run towards the spot where he plunged down but he cannot see the boy. He finally took off his robe revealing a pale lank but muscle chiseled body clad in a black Speedo brief tanks showing off his enormous package.
Snape dived down into the pool searching for Harry. He dived deeply and found Harry unconscious. He pulled Harry out of the water and laid him on the edge of the pool. "Potter! Potter! Potter!" Snape exclaimed while slapping the boy's face. He had to revive Harry through mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Snape bent forward he sucked up air then he breathes to the boy's mouth. He was startled when a warm tongue darted to his mouth assaulting every corner of it, it was rather rough kiss. His eyes flew open when he realized he was being kissed by Harry Potter.
He tried to push away from Harry "What in Merlin's world are you doing Po—"he was cut off and pulled again into another kiss. He struggled for freedom but failed. Harry continues to assault the older man, grabbing his wet dark locks of hair eagerly pushing his tongue in the cavern of his mouth, forcing the other man to kiss back.
At last Snape give in, shutting his eyes he kissed back, tongue lashing tongue, fighting for dominance. Harry moaned which made Snape shiver down to his groin area.
When they finally broke up for air, heaving heavily Snape shoved Harry hard on the tiled floor "What are you playing at Potter?" he bellowed at the boy. Harry was stunned locking his gaze at the now standing potion master.
"Do you think this is a joke? Do you think that you can have your way with me and make me a laughing stock later? If so, then you are mistaken Mr. Potter!" Snape turned around sharply and stride towards the locker rooms.
Harry was dumbfounded, he tried to get up, doesn't know what to do his mouth gaped at just what happened. He trailed his fingers on his still throbbing lips feeling the intensity of the kiss. With a smirk on his face he followed his potion master into the showers.
Furiously shaking, Snape banged the locker room door luckily no one was there. He strode straight to the showers, grudgingly turned the shower knobs frantically hissing to himself as if he is battling with himself and his conscience.
"What the hell I have done?"
"You just kissed Potter."
"I kissed my student." he answered back.
"Not just A STUDENT, but the bloody-boy-who-lived. Harry Potter!"
"Well yeah Harry Potter the object of my desire, who in the wizarding world wouldn't desire a boy – a man like him? He's young, warm like sunshine – why the hell sunshine? Never mind that." He shook his head and continues. "I must be crazy but yeah, he has those innocent emerald eyes, and yes their Lily's before but it belongs to that gorgeous boy – man now. The Quidditch chiselled body, oh so sexy." while pacing in the shower.
"But still! You're old enough to be his father!"
"I know! But those round arses of his, Oh how I wish to fuck them!"
"You loathe him!" as he turned the shower knobs again for the nth time.
"Do I?"
"YES!"
"Those lips feel so good." he stopped pacing then swept his fingers on his thin lips.
"This is wrong!" he threw his hands to the air.
"But he initiated it!"
"You enjoyed it as well." he buried his face to his hands.
"Dirty old git!" he hissed through gritted teets.
"ARGH!"
Severus violently punched the tiled wall which caused him to wince painfully. He lowered his head letting the water drizzled through his spine. He was on the brink of crying when two strong arms snaked through his sides then settled on his stomach hugging him, his body stiffened. A warm body was pressed against his feeling the erection of the man behind him grazing to his thighs, soft lips gently kissing his shoulders. He straighten up tilted his head to his sides looking at the boy – man.
"Potter..."Snape breathe in a resigned tone.
"Shhhh...It's Harry" Harry hissed as he plant soft kisses on Snape's back.
Harry took Severus' injured hand caressing the bruised knuckles. "Does this hurt?" he whispered. Severus weakly shook his head, then he move both their hands to his chest where his heart is "but this one does." Harry stared in the black pools of the older man's eyes and adoringly kissed his knuckles "let me ease your pain." A small smirk tugged in the corner of the older man before he captured Harry's lips. The kiss started sweet and gently, savouring the feeling, until it became intense open-mouthed, tongues clashing tongues fighting for dominance and hands roaming into each other's body.
Harry's right hand went to the older man's chest kneading and pinching the hardened nipple, while his left went down south ghostly hovering Severus' throbbing cock, teasing and was rewarded with a delicious moan. When they finally broke the kiss for much needed air Severus turned to face Harry. Looking deeply into those emerald eyes and said.
"I'm a professor."
"I don't care."
"You're a student."
"I'm of age."
"I'm old."
"Not that old." Harry tucked away some hair that fall from the old man's face.
"You loathed me."
"I love you."
Severus' eyes widened then soften upon hearing his confession he finally gave up.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked his new found lover. "Yes, Sev, I want this for so long, I want you." After Harry's confirmation they engaged into another searing kiss.
Harry trailed kisses into the older man's jaw line then to the neck biting then soothing it with his tongue marking his lover. Harry kneeled taking Severus' throbbing cock covered in pre-cum; grabbing the base he looked up as if asking for permission and was given a nod.
He then swallowed Severus whole, Severus gasp a moan, feeling the warm mouth enveloping him. Harry began bobbing his head giving a deep throat, humming as he sucked him off.
"Ngh...Oh Harry! Severus seethed as Harry grazed his teeth and tongue into the length of his cock. Harry's free hand gave attention to the balls squeezing them softly. Severus was in trance, he have to hold on to something for him not to collapse, he grab Harry's raven locks and shouted Harry's name before spurting onto his mouth.
Harry drank all juices from Severus' release. He stood up and kissed the older man, Severus tasting himself in Harry's mouth, the combination of sweet and salty taste send erotic jolt in his cock and went half-hard again.
Smirking, Severus pulled Harry shifting their positions now Harry facing the wall with his back to Severus. Severus leaned into his ear and whispered in a velvety tone "After this I won't ever let you go, Harry." All Harry could manage was a moan while grinding his hips against the older man.
Severus reaches for the shower gel and poured an ample amount in his palm, he rubbed it against Harry's back to his front to his taut nipples, tugging one while kneading the other. His hands glide down to the young man's inside thighs.
Harry part his legs for more access, Severus hands cupped his butt cheeks massaging them feeling the young man's arousal he took his cock into his hands and gave it a pump, "Oh Sev! I need more! Please..." Harry whimpered in pleasure.
Severus inserted a finger into Harry's puckered butt hole, Harry tensed up a bit, and Severus leaned in and whispered "Relax Harry." Then a second finger joined the first, scissoring Harry's hole, stretching it, then the third finger was added and Harry bucked into those fingers, he mewl when Severus pulled them out.
"Need you in me...now." pleaded Harry. "This might hurt a bit" and with one powerful thrust Severus penetrated Harry arse, "Oh shit!" he startled.
"Shh... the pain is temporary" hushed Severus as he planted kisses on Harry's shoulders. He gave time to allow the young man to adjust to the feeling, and then Harry started bucking "Move Sev, fuck me. Fuck me hard." he ordered.
The older man started moving "Oh fuck Harry you're so tight!" he hissed against clenched teeth, his thrust started slow then faster, shifting angle until he found that sweet spot.
"Oh fuck! Sev! Do that again!" Harry hissed.
Severus continues to rummage his prostate every thrust that made Harry to babble incoherently. Severus took Harry's cock and started synchronized pumping it as he thrust deep into the young man's arse.
The shower room now is very moist, full of steam, noise of two bodies slapping at the other, panting breaths and sensual moans.
Both men are in the brink of ecstasy they shouted each other's name as they release, Harry on Severus' hands while Severus filled Harry's arse.
They were panting as they capture each other's lips kissing with full of passion, as they break for needed air they stared at each other for a moment. Severus softly trailed his fingers on the hickey marks he did on Harry's neck kissing them gently.
Harry held up his palm, curiously the older man asked, "What is it?" "I'm all wrinkly." he replied plainly gesturing at his hands. Severus snorted then let out a laugh, a true laugh. Harry shot gaze but joined in the shortly.
Their laughter echoed through the shower room "We should finish our bath or we'll catch cold." Harry said sniffling.
A gentle smile plastered into the professor's face "Yes, we should."
