For Abby, who's friend wanted to read more Bottom!Snape fics

UNTIL LATER

"You must clear your mind, Potter!" Severus snarled, stalking over to the trembling boy.

"I'm trying," Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around his legs as he looked up at his professor.

Severus sat down gracefully across from him with a loud sigh. He peered at the younger man, black eyes steady, but Harry felt no penetration of his mind. "Have you heard of meditation?"

Harry blinked. "A little bit. Aunt Petunia tried it a few times, but she said she could never relax enough."

The other man nodded distractedly. "I believe you'll be able to do it." His eyes narrowed. "After all, you daydream enough in my classroom, it should come easily to you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I daydream in your class because you won't stop teasing me."

Severus' eyes widened in mock-innocence. "I do not tease you."

"Oh, come on!" Harry exclaimed. "How can you consider bending down right in front of me not teasing?"

"I was picking up ingredients that an incompetent student had dropped."

"Right," he drawled, "and I guess wiggling your ass was a part of that?"

Severus shrugged, a small grin curled his lips as he watched Harry relax as his mind was distracted from the memory he had been forced to relive. "It was beyond my control. I am still feeling the effects of last night."

"You could have taken a potion."

Severus leaned forward and grasped Harry's chin. Their noses almost kissed as black eyes gazed into bright green. "If I ingested a potion, I would no longer be able to feel the ache that sends tingles up my spine and reminds me of the feeling of your cock filling me; consuming me; spilling into me."

Harry smiled, even as his cheeks flushed in arousal. He shifted, brining his knees down so he could comfortably wrap his arms around Severus' neck and lean in further until he was brushing his lips across his lover's. "I don't want you in any kind of pain. Besides, I'll be giving you back that feeling tonight," he whispered, swiping his tongue across the older man's thin lips.

"Tonight? Why wait?" The Potion master pulled his student tighter against him.

"Oh, Snape," Harry groaned, tilting his head back as his neck was feasted on with crooked yellow teeth and slick tongue.

"Call me Severus, Harry. I already told you that you could say my name freely while we are in private and when I'm not actively your professor."

"Stop talking," the young man muttered, dragging Severus up until they were both standing. "Now, carry me over the threshold," he ordered, grinning broadly as he jumped, hooking his legs around Severus' waist.

"Considering I'm the one being buggered, should you not carry me?" Despite his complaints, Severus palmed Harry's round cheeks comfortably and with familiarity, as he obediently carried him into his private chambers.

"Nah. You're too tall and it just looks better if you carry me."

"Looks better to whom?" Severus muttered, crossing his bedroom where he deposited the boy on the large bed in the middle of the room.

"Besides, it's only fair that I get the cuddles when I have to fuck you."

"That reason is absurd, Potter. We both cuddle-"

"Ha! I got you to say it!" Harry smiled cheekily.

Severus rolled his eyes. He lied down on the bed, the crushed velvet comforter welcoming him and beckoning him to take his clothes off. The shorter man rolled on top of him, all elbows and knees.

"Shut up and fuck me," Severus growled, grinding his hips against Harry's.

"Mmm... the words every lover yearns for." Harry grinned as he set to work on undoing the long row of buttons. "I guess the meditation lessons are post-poned."

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