MA: Severus the Efficient

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Ladies and gents, the light bulb.

Efficient

Harry flipped through the pages of the journal, scanning for a line that would lead to something interesting. Anxiousness coursed through his veins as he skimmed over the elegantly scrawled loops and curves. Instantly, his delve through Severus's anthology of dreams was rewarded after he decided to read an entry written on the eighteenth of July. In that short moment, he and Severus were performing magic to create a light source.

In the midst of working on a new invention that could make him more famous than Merlin, Dr. Snape decided to take a brief rest. On his desk were a few prototypes. The first was the Lumos Lantern, a glass box that captured the light from a wand and hold it until the caster said the reverse incantation. Next to it hovered a Floating Fire, a small yet potent flame that had a curious attraction to unlit candles. And the last a round glass object that Dr. Snape had yet to name. It could be filled with Lucidius Potion and cast a lasting glow around the room. Still, it didn't win him over as the other two did.

"Potter, could you come in my office?" Dr. Snape called out to his assistant. His answer was the quickening pitter-patter of Harry Potter's feet as he came down the stairs.

"Yes, Severus?" Potter queried his boss in a flirty voice, despite being almost out of breath.

The old man's lips curled into what Harry learned to recognise as a smile. "Potter, I've told you countless times to uphold the formalities and call me Dr. Snape," he droned, putting emphasis on "doctor". He reached out his hand to stroke his assistant's rosy cheek with his thumb. The warmth from Potter's face spread to his cold hand, comforting him.

Potter grabbed his boss's hand and placed it on his lips. "Alright…Dr. Snape."

Dr. Snape gently tugged his hand away and addressed his issue to his assistant. He said to him, "Harry, I want you to name this invention for me." The unnamed glass object floated into his hand and turned a dark yellow.

"Hmm. It's some sort of bulb…" Potter began. He took it in his hand to examine it further. Then it faded into a deep red. "What's that smell?" he asked as he sniffed the air.

"I don't smell anything, Potter," said Dr. Snape with a raised eyebrow.

The young man over turned the bulb and unscrewed the threaded cap. Instantly, the smell of fresh roses flooded Dr. Snape's office.

"Don't tell me I swapped the Lucidius Potion for a—"

"Mood potion?" Potter finished. "I think so. Touch it again."

When Dr. Snape wrapped his fingers around it, the bulb turned pink with surprise. The smell of roses grew sweeter, sweet like a sugary candy. The scent whirled around his office until he decided to screw the cap back on the bulb.

A smile found its way onto Potter's lips, his cheeks set a-blush. He threw his arms around his boss, nearly making him fall back onto his desk.

"Potter!"

The young man silenced his superior and whispered into his ear, "How about we call it the Love Bulb?"

"What?"

Potter rolled his eyes and pulled off his glasses with a flip of his hair. "You taught me yourself! A mood potion glows in the presence of two people that have certain feelings for each other. Make of that what you will."

Dr. Snape's cheeks began to match Potter's. A strange fire grew in his belly that could only put out with the moisture of tender kisses. "Potter, let's take this 'Light Bulb' upstairs." He pressed his lips against his, turning the light bulb in his hand redder.

"Light bulb?" Potter scoffed. "Why would we wizards need lighting in the bedroom when we already have fire?" He plucked the bulb from Dr. Snape's hand and returned his kiss. "Throw it to the Muggles."

Dr. Snape could only roll his eyes. "Upstairs. Now Potter," he growled as he playfully smacked him on the arse.

Efficient

"DR. S-SNAAAAPE!" Potter rasped from the depths of his gut. His boss could barely form coherent sentences as he was far too occupied with keeping rhythm. Under the lavender light of Dr. Snape's invention, their bodies glistened with fresh, rose-scented sweat that rolled onto the sheets.

"Call my name!" Dr. Snape hissed into Potter's ear when he dipped down to taste a vulnerable neck.

"Y-your first one?" Potter croaked.

Dr. Snape slowed his rhythm and took a kiss. "Exactly, Harry…" he breathed. He regained his pace, making the man under him howl with pleasure. Hearing his name come from Potter's throat became music to his ears.

Further into their making of love, they found themselves closer and closer to the point of no return.

"Sev, I'm about t-to—"

"Hang in there, Harry," Severus hissed. "We'll do this together."

With a few more thrusts into Harry's warmth, they had been relieved of their liquids. Harry felt his inner walls coated with seed, while Severus had his chest painted with Harry's sticky juices.

"Aren't you going to taste me?" Harry asked, his breathing now laboured.

Severus withdrew himself and ran his fingers up his chest. He licked each finger clean, which was to Harry's delight. But he ran into an issue. "Harry, I can't lick myself completely clean."

Green eyes sparkled with waning lust. "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Lick my chest, and I suck the rest from your kisses."

Efficient

As the high from their frenzy of kisses and moans and thrusting died down, Dr. Snape threw an arm and a leg over Potter to pull him closer. His gentle finger swirled over a pert nipple, releasing a giggly moan from his assistant.

"You're a smooth talker, Harry," Severus whispered into Harry's ear. He hugged him closer and pressed his limp length into the crease of his bum.

"And you're very efficient, Sev," Harry replied as he placed the dimmed light bulb on the nightstand . "You made a light bulb that runs on horniness, and you let not one drop of my cum go to waste."