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So, I gave this story to a friend who isn't a reader of Fanfiction and hasn't even read the Harry Potter series (I know, I know, it's a massive shocker). Anyway, the following is a quote after he read this chapter:

"Jesus fucking Christ. I feel I need to go to church to confess my sins after reading this."

I honestly love all you guys, and your amazing fan-crazy comments. It warms my heart that you like my writing. So, thank you!

. . .

S: I need my car washed. Can you come round this afternoon?

H: Sure, see you then.

Knowing he was going to get wet, Harry slipped into his swimming trunks and slung a towel over his shoulder before meandering over to Stacy's house. Everyone seemed to be out doing things today, his parents were at the movies with some other friends and Rose was out with Stacy, leaving him the Nigel-no-mates stuck at home and pandering to his neighbors wishes.

"Afternoon, sir." Harry said, walking up the front path, and seeing the man sitting in a chair with the newspaper.

"Hello, Harry. Everything you need is just behind the car, sing out if you need something."

Harry huffed at the inferior tone but he didn't think on it further before spying everything he needed. They usually drove around in a Ford Discovery, but the car he was cleaning was what must have been the weekend car, a beautiful deep burgundy red Jaguar. When applying the suds, he used extra special attention, careful not to place any scratches on the paint job and bent low over the bonnet so he could reach every inch.

The crinkling of the newspaper was a dead giveaway, but when Harry turned his head, he saw the man had abandoned his reading material and now had his feet propped up and looking his way. Of course, the Aviators meant he couldn't see where those black eyes were looking specifically, but what else was in his direction apart from the car? Snorting, and turning back to the car, he smiled and arched his back, standing on the balls of his feet to raise his ass in the air, remembering he had decided to play the game.

"I think you missed a spot."

Narrowing his eyes, Harry, who had been moving away from the car, stretched back over it and re-sudded the area he knew was clean, just to humor the man. He made sure to take his time, it was clear his neighbor was enjoying the view. There was only so much time he could focus on that however, and when the car was nicely lathered, he grabbed the hose, turning it on gently. Soap had obviously gotten on his front from leaning across the car, so he washed himself down first, slowly rubbing one hand all over his front and using his glasses as a screen to make sure he was being watched.

He was.

Next was the car, but Severus decided he was going to start handing out orders, not liking the time he spent hidden from view by the car. Well, what did he want? A show or a clean car? The rims needed to be scrubbed more than the rest of the surfaces. Deciding that he'd give the man a dose of his own medicine, he knelt by the tap and turned the pressure up a little more, before continuing on his route around the vehicle. When he was in the best position, Severus was still watching him, so he feigned looking at something on the ground and bending down, purposefully aiming the hose in the direction of the house for a split second before standing upright once more. The deep yelp he heard as a result of managing to sprinkle the man with water was music to his ears and he giggled, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh, man, did I get you? Sorry about that."

"You little shit."

Harry grinned, but when he finally looked up at the porch, there was no one in sight. Crap, he thought, maybe the man didn't want to get wet and he'd just ticked him off? Feeling uneasy, he quickly finished rinsing the car and took the drying cloth in his hands, doing his best to be efficient. He didn't see the man again until he walked inside to announce he was done and the front door closed behind him.

"Uh – "

"You must think you are so clever." The richness to Severus's voice sent an intimidated shudder down Harry's spine.

"Sorry about that, I just slipped."

"This innocent act won't do, I'm afraid." And with two steps forward, Severus picked Harry up and threw him over his shoulder, "Scream as loud as you like, no one will be home to hear you."

Oh, that smugness in the man's voice told Harry this had been planned right from the start. There was no coincidence that everyone was out and he stuck at home. It had been anticipated that something might happen when the car was cleaned, he probably even thought that he might try something like spraying water towards Severus. His neighbor had planned it all.

A swat on his backside as they went up the stairs stirred something in his abdomen, and the pressure of a solid body bouncing against his groin didn't help his confused thoughts about what might happen. Deep down, he realized he had been admiring the man afar for quite some time and it stemmed further than just coming home this year for the summer break.

"You've teased me long enough, Harry." Severus commented, throwing Harry onto his bed.

"Speak for yourself."

A deep chuckle resonated through the room, "Is that so? And, pray tell dear Harry, what has caught your eye?"

"That ridiculously chiseled body for a start." Harry panted, grabbing at the edge of the mans singlet to pull it off and reveal the defined form, "Especially considering how old you are." He continued with a smirk.

"Old, you say?" Severus smirked, moving to sit across Harry's lap to pin him ruthlessly against the mattress.

"H-How old are you, anyway?" Harry groaned, writhing beneath firm legs.

"Old enough to know better, but sufficiently wise to not care."

At this Harry felt hands running down his arms, interlocking their fingers and raising those limbs above his head. Severus then moved to press a kiss to his lips, playing with him and biting down on his bottom lip, pulling gently as he moved away to litter his neck with the same treatment. If he didn't have hickeys by the end of the session, the man needed to up his game.

"How do you know I want this?" Harry breathed out.

"You're the only person who is brave enough to tempt me, or it could be stupidity. You are your fathers son, after all."

"Leave my father out of this." Harry half heartedly grumbled.

"Gladly." A not so gentle bite was given to Harry's neck at this and his hands scrambled to hold onto something but all he was got solid muscle and delicious smoothness of warm skin.

Soon the weight left his body and felt fingers dipping into his swimming shorts, pulling at the elastic waist band with one yank, leaving him exposed and visually half aroused. An alarmed glance out the window had the older man chuckling in that deep, dark tone Harry enjoyed so much.

"Believe me, no one will walk in on your compromising position."

"Scoped it out already have you?"

"I've been watching for a while." Severus replied, smug and throwing the shorts behind him.

Feeling another's hand on his cock was always delicious, but knowing it was this experienced man, made it even more intoxicating. The sure movements along his shaft had both hands fisting the sheets beneath him, and his toes curled where they lay, the tips of his toes just barely scraping along the soft carpet. His neighbor was kneeling between his legs, a sure sign of what was to come, and it was granted sooner than he imagined. The warm, wet mouth was sucking at his leaking head before he could take another breath and gasped loudly before covering his mouth with a hand.

"I want to hear your moans." Severus stated, reaching up and pinning both wrists down by Harry's sides, unable to move them out of the strong grip.

The restriction had him tensing his thighs, inadvertently clamping them around the older man's shoulders and neck as he rode the rollercoaster of pleasure. He keened and whined, moaned out his fever in high pitched tones, and in return, Severus gave off various hums with what he hoped was appreciation. When the tip of his erection reached the back of the mans throat, it grew tighter and reminded him of the ravenous encounters he'd had in the past with his lovers. Of course, until Malfoy, there had been no men, only women… and he couldn't remember what happened with the blonde, so he liked to pretend this was his first time.

"That's it, Harry, let me hear those beautiful noises. No one but I is going to hear them."

Whilst it seemed surreal, Harry let himself go, carrying away from reality because this wouldn't happen in real life, would it? How could this irresistibly attractive man ever be interested in a teen like him? But oh, he was making things difficult to resist, and he felt the need to return the favour he was being granted.

"My turn, let me take you." Harry sounded out lamely, he didn't really know what to say in this situation but he supposed his true desires were one thing.

"I think not. Don't you want to know what it felt like to be taken, like you so greedily took my godson?"

"Y-You've seen that video?"

Severus chuckled, "What am I, a pervert? No, but I have heard about it and saw the effects of your romp for myself."

Harry had to stop himself from reminding the man that he was a pervert considering their age difference, but decided it was a moot point in this instance and instead enjoyed for all it was worth. God, he couldn't fathom what it might feel like to have a cock up his ass, he'd only ever experimented with his fingers and at a stretch, he could manage maybe two fingers, but it hurt.

Letting out a strangled cry and his body tensing, he felt something probing his entrance, with a quick look down the man was smirking up at him. The hand that was evidently between his legs and not stroking his cock, was being brought up to Severus's mouth and he stuck his index finger between his lips, sucking just like he'd been sucking Harry off. A devilish smile was what he'd have to call it when Severus let his index finger wander back down to his backside and lazily draw circles around the tight nub.

"Will you let me do this?" Severus asked, his voice dangerously deep with arousal, "Can I breach this tight ring and claim you this afternoon? You have been so good for me these past few weeks and I would very much like to show my appreciation."

Wow, Harry was going to experience what those men in his porn videos got to have, what he'd given Draco, he was going to have that delicious erection slide into his ass and rammed like he was being owned. He thrust his hips upwards and into the hand that was teasing him still, the finger at his entrance breaching the tight wall, which led him to gasp out of mostly shock.

"I take that as a yes?"

Harry groaned, "Yes!" He breathed out with a rasped edge in his voice, "I don't know what it feels like, but make me feel good."

That was all the encouragement he could voice, but he couldn't help his body's natural reaction to tense. He felt warmth engulfing the head of his cock as the finger slide further, slowly working in and out, allowing him something pleasurable to think about as he was undoubtedly prepared for a more girthy length. However, the finger suddenly withdrew and with widened eyes he saw the man looking passionately at him, tapping the outside of his thigh.

"Roll over, knees on the edge of the bed."

Doing so immediately, Harry lurched forward when he felt hands at his cheeks, pulling them apart for the best rimming of his life. It was warm and wet, licking generously around his tight hole and pushing hard against the nub for entrance. Gasping into the sheets, he dropped his chest to the covers, his forehead rubbing against the cotton surface as he tried to get his head around all the pleasure.

"Fuck." Severus ground out in a brief reprieve from his tasting.

An emotion bloomed in Harry's chest, never having felt quite so cherished before and it resonated deep in his loins. The groan associated with it was echoed with the pushing back of his hips, wanting more pressure against his ass hole, wanting more than he'd ever craved before. The grip on his cheeks was hard, he was half expecting to be pulled in half but then he felt that tongue lapping down the cleft and pleasure ensued. It was clear he was very damp back there, very lubricated, but when he heard the telltale sound of spitting before the tongue was back, his back was arching and pushing him back into the touches before he could stop himself.

"Unbelievable." Severus commented, and when Harry glanced behind him, getting a good view from between his legs, he saw the man rummaging around with something on the floor, "I never imagined you would turn into such a whore for me, Harry."

"Will you hurry up, already?" Harry argued, and angled his chest to allow himself to work a hand between his collapsed body and the bed to touch himself.

"So wanton." Harry moaned at the observation before he heard the subtle tearing of a sachet.

Pulling on himself gently to get some friction for his unbridled and needing desires, he managed to look behind himself once more and was granted with a very appealing sight of his neighbor wearing nothing but a condom. His length was hard and red, showing Harry that the need was very much reciprocated and growled in a kitten-like fashion when it disappeared from his view, pressing against his tight hole. Hissing when the coolness of lubrication ran down his cleft it was rubbed in around the right area with the rest hopefully being coated along Severus's erection.

"I just need you to relax, Harry."

The words were said in a deep voice that dripped with seduction, but there were kind tones that had him letting out a breath of apprehension he hadn't know was being held. Stroking himself off, he focused on that rather than the pressure against his ass, which worked for a split second before the pain threw him a loop. It was a strange pain, horrible but laced with pleasure, one that he hadn't experienced before and was certainly hoping he could have it more often. A warm hand was placed on the small of his back, and he could tell by the way it slipped around that there was lube still apparent on the fingers. He arched his back again, feeling that hand slide around and inadvertently changing the angle at which Severus's cock was moving inside. The cry and feeling were immediate and he bucked backwards in surprise, taking the rest of the mans cock.

"Jesus Christ." Severus groaned, both hands moving and stilling at Harry's hips.

"Fuck," Harry moaned, panting heavily and his hand going fully at his own erection, which, unfortunately was ripped away and pinned at the small of his slicked back, "Hey!"

"Let's not stop the fun so soon, hmm?" To emphasize his point, Severus gently ground his hips against Harry's backside, giving the teen a very full feeling, "Not too sore?" He continued on to ask, and Harry could feel the weight coming down along his back as the man bent forward.

"N-No, it's f-fine."

"Good, you better hold on." Severus's words held so much promise, and before the snapping of hips came fully against each other, Harry cried out from sheer intoxicated arousal.

Safe to say, neither of them lasted long and it ended with Harry being roughly pulled up so his back was against Severus's chest, whilst the man held him there with a strong hand around his throat. Looking back, Harry would have laughed at the words being whispered in his ear from take it, Harry, all the way to, like that don't you, dirty boy, take Daddy's cock. The last one had him shuddering and spasming into orgasm, but now they lay beside each other and Harry tightly held in strong arms, the duvet cover thrown aside but a simple sheet covering them for comfort and modesty rather than anything else.

. . .

Huddled on the couch in front of the television, Harry was dramatically wearing the same v-neck jumper that seemed to be popping up at every turn and snuggled under a blanket as he scrolled through Severus's Netflix account. He felt like something light and humorous considering how dog tired he was… and sore. It was a weird sore, not completely unpleasant, but enough to remind him that his neighbor, his parents friend and his friends father, had claimed him for the afternoon.

"Indian, Chinese or Pizza?"

Harry looked over the back of the couch, smiling coyly and wriggling in his seat subtly, "Chinese sounds good."

"Perfect, order whatever." Severus instructed, placing the local Chinese menu into Harry's lap and pressing a gentle kiss on the bruises that littered his throat, "I'll eat anything."

"Anything?" Harry smirked, looking at the menu.

"Anything." The voice whispered in his ear before stepping back and disappearing up the stairs.

Harry giggled quietly to himself and felt around under the blankets for his phone, pulling it up but there were no notifications. Dropping it into his lap, he relaxed into the couch and pouted, finding a silly romantic comedy and starting it without waiting for Severus to come back. He knew what he wanted to order on the menu, doubting it had changed since he'd left.

Glancing towards the stairs, he felt strange sitting there alone and pulled the blankets around himself for comfort with a gentle frown. This might have been how Draco felt after their night of brief romance, if it could be called romance, a pretty loose term really. Sighing, he picked up his phone once more and bit his lip, unlocking it to see his messages to Draco, he did say he would meet the blonde for coffee.

"Decided what to order?"

Startling slightly, Harry held out the menu, "Two chicken egg fried noodles and half a dozen spring rolls… and get some wantons too."

"Hungry boy," Severus commented light heartedly, "Why don't you ring it through and have it delivered. Beer?"

"Yes please."

Doing as he was told, finally the man sat down beside him and passed over a beer. There was an arm settled around his shoulders that held him close and Harry felt like there was something right about it all, this was the most time they'd spent alone together and after their afternoon, he was glad he didn't have to immediately go back home. Severus was quite humorous and seemed very at ease with their situation, lightly mocking him for the choice in movie, but it didn't seem to matter to either of them.

Their food arrived and they ate straight from the containers, still lazily sitting on the couch and watching the movie. When Stacy came home, understandably, Severus moved away quickly and slid down the couch to give Harry room. She sat onto the couch between them and for the first time, it made him feel awkward about their relationship.

"Ooh, is that a spring roll?" She asked, before plucking it from Harry's container and winking, "Oh my god, Harry are those hickeys?" She laughed, pointing at his neck.

"U-Uh, what?'" He scrambled to cover them up with his hand but she simply laughed harder and pulled his arm down.

Looking, once more, like a deer caught in headlights, Harry's gaze flicked to Severus who had frozen and was surreptitiously glancing in the teens direction, before taking a half committed mouthful of beer to seem uninterested in the conversation.

"What's her name? Do I know her?"

"Er- no you don't, she's from Gryffindor and just stopped through to see me." Harry lied, blushing for added effect.

"And then you decided to hang out with my dad? You're weird, Potter." She playfully punched him and then turned to her father, moving across to poke around his container of take away.

"Did you not eat, sweetheart?" Severus asked, switching into his father mode instantly.

"Of course I did, but it wasn't Chinese and you know how much I like wantons."

Shaking his head at her antics, she stole the rest of his container and skipped to the kitchen for a fork, since she couldn't use chopsticks like Severus. When she disappeared, the mans expression changed from the kind one he'd seen, to one that implored Harry to understand that their night was being cut short. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Stacy came back in and Harry nodded at the unspoken situation.

"I should get going, it's late and I'm sure mum and dad are back now."

"They are." The girl commented confidently.

Letting the blanket fall from his shoulders, he stood and looked at the older man, "Thanks for keeping me company."

"Any time, Harry. I may ask for your services tomorrow, if you are free. I'm thinking about pruning back the roses, does that sound like something you could do?"

"I'm sure mum has some tips." He smiled, and swiped the wanton Stacy was about to eat.

"Hey!"

"Snooze you lose, see you later." He grinned, though it dropped away from his face the moment he stepped outside and the light breeze caught his face.

After his parents inquisition about what he'd been up to all day, he finally made it to his bedroom and slid down the back of the door, tears stinging at his eyes. It was ridiculous, he was crying over literally nothing. Perhaps it was the emotional release from having lost his gay virginity properly, but he shouldn't have been feeling so sad, not especially since he lost it to the kindest man he knew. Wiping his eyes from the threat of more tears, he shook himself and went to bed. He half expected and half hoped that something similar might happen again tomorrow with Severus, but he wasn't holding his breath.

. . .

Having tossed and turned, he only woke to his mother shaking his shoulder gently and the sun blearing into his room. Informing him of the time, she ran a hand through is hair and informed him that there was someone waiting for him downstairs. When he asked who, his eyes went wide.

"He tried calling earlier, and said if you weren't up to helping today, it was no problem. Is everything all right, darling? You look as though you've been crying."

"I'm fine, just trying to adjust to this summer break thing."

"Okay, well should I tell him you're not feeling well?"

"I'll be down in a second."

"All right. Now, I'm off to run errands, you'll let me know if you're home for dinner?"

"I will."

"Good, behave for Severus, he's doing you a great favor to have you helping him, so don't muck him about." She lightly scolded him and he nodded, yawning unexpectedly.

When she was gone, he looked around for his phone and found it under the pile of clothes he'd stripped from last night, including Severus's jumper. There were five missed calls from the man and three messages, how had he not heard these?

S: Goodnight, Harry.

S: Everything all right?

S: I have tried calling you, several times. Please pick up. Can you come around today?

He felt bad for having missed all these attempts and quickly thumbed a message, knowing his mother would be leaving very shortly and wouldn't mind leaving Severus alone in their house. As if on cue, he heard the front door close and messaged the man back.

H: Come upstairs?

He was sure it took less than a minute before a gentle knock at his door was heard and the man emerged, looking oddly concerned.

"Hi." Harry said, sitting up.

"Is there a reason for ghosting me?"

"Sleep?" Harry replied, looking sheepishly up at him, "I promise."

Severus nodded and looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Harry removed himself from the bed and started rummaging around for something to wear, picking up the jumper first and folding it the best he could. Handing it over, Severus looked at it for a moment before taking it and placing it on the bed.

"Are you free today?"

"I am." Harry replied, stopping what he was doing and looking at the man.

"Would you like to join me for lunch?"

"Sure, let me just – "

"Wear a nice shirt, jeans or shorts will be acceptable, but no sandals." Severus cut him off and Harry turned to him frowning.

"Okay? Any particular reason?"

Severus closed their distance, putting a hand on Harry's dresser and leaning forward, "I thought a change of scenery might be nice, and since I do not have work today…"

Beaming, Harry nodded before he was allowed a brief kiss on his swollen lips, wondering how on earth he'd managed to dodge those questions, especially when he gasped at the small dark purple patches spaced along his neck. It was tempting, so, very tempting, to go in for another kiss, but he refrained and instead went about getting ready. He looked gingerly over his shoulder when he was about to strip from his boxer briefs, only to have Severus raised an eyebrow and smirk smugly at him.

"Don't mind me." He purred, briefly glancing at where the edge of the bed was and taking a seat, the view perfect for looking at everything.

"And what if my mother comes back?" He huffed, his thumbs teasing the band on his briefs.

"Like that will stop me. If you'd like, I would be more than happy to help you there."

God, the smugness in that mans voice was enough to get Harry twitching, and the more he hesitated and thought about it, the more that gathering arousal grew in his abdomen. Trying not to think about it anymore, he was happy the man stayed where he was, but by the time he was fully dressed, his needs were obvious as the bulge in his jeans.

Walking outside and across to his neighbors, the beautifully clean Jaguar was sitting in the drive, and Severus unlocked it with the remote key. Stacy was poking her head out the door, pouting and asking where they were off too.

"The hardware store, dear. Can I pick something up for you?" Harry huffed, the man was even sarcastic with his daughter.

He didn't ask where they were going, instead he enjoyed the ride, putting his window all the way down and lazily propping his arm on the door, hand catching the wind as it whistled past them. There was some trash music on the radio, it had been promptly changed from the talk back station Severus obviously listened to normally and the thought made Harry smile. The drive was silent, save for said pop music, and the scenery became more coastal the longer they kept going. After just over an hour of driving, Harry saw the first signs of a beach and was glad he wore a looser and light summer shirt, matching what Severus had been wearing but in a different colour than black.

"You want me in jeans and a shirt for the beach?" He teased.

"Fine dining along the beach, Harry." Severus commented, smiling behind his Aviators but not taking his eyes off the road.

They came to a stop in the valet area of a swanky hotel that was up on a raised area of land, overlooking the main beach. His neighbor had said lunch, were they here just for lunch or was he expecting to check them into a room for the evening? Taking a slow, deep breath, he followed Severus towards the restaurant and they were taken to a seat with what he thought was the best view in the entire establishment, with a front row seat to the beach outside.

"Wow." He commented, letting Severus take his seat as he sat down.

"The view is spectacular."

"It really is," Harry agreed, then smirked at the man who had taken up the drinks menu, pausing when he felt the teens gaze through his Ray Bans, "Is this a date?"

He received no response, instead, the twitch at the corner of the older man's lips that were the start of a smirk. So, it was a date, how strange… All he'd wanted at the start of summer was some money, now he was going to be finishing up with a romance he'd never be able to tell anyone? It was fantastic and exciting, whilst also daunting.

A waitress came over and took their orders, Severus trying to order a bottle of Moet for them to share, but Harry insisting he only drank beer, and soon they were looking out at the clear blue ocean. There was hardly any wind, simply a light breeze, and Harry relaxed into his chair, wincing in a mild discomfort, which didn't go unnoticed from his companion. The man leaned forward, his arms resting on the table and one hand reaching out for something, that wasn't clear to Harry at that point.

"Yesterday was quite incredible, I wanted you to know that it was greatly enjoyed." At this he moved one hand forward, indicating he wanted to touch Harry's.

"And you figured that taking me to a pricey hotel on the beach was the way to go?"

"Indeed."

"A man could get used to this treatment." Harry smiled, joking so he didn't make things too sentimental.

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, or Severus, they both leaned back into their chairs as the beers arrived and were looking at each other from behind their sunglasses. Harry ran a couple of fingers down his neck, conscious of the hickeys he sported and fiddled with the collar on his shirt.

"I apologise for those, I'll be more careful next time." Severus was so casual about it all that it set butterflies in Harry's stomach.

"So, there's a next time?"

"If you are agreeable of course. That body of yours is simply sinful to the eye, though I get more pleasure than most, knowing personally your mouth is better."

Harry huffed with a wry smile, "How would you know? I haven't shown you yet."

"My point has been proven, minx." Severus teased, this time showing teeth with his smile.

Whilst lunch was good, great even, and feeling bold from the several beers he'd consumed over the lunch period, Harry took hold of the mans hand as they slowly walked along a boardwalk that lined the shore. There was little chance of seeing anyone they knew here, so he felt safe, and felt safe knowing Severus was allowing it, he knew if it weren't the right time, then they wouldn't be engaging with this behaviour. Overall, he had a great afternoon, delicious food and a tasty view – the beach sights were also good.

Back in the car, and Severus was taking them for a drive, Harry didn't know where, only that they were driving into higher ground and looked out the window keenly to see where they might go. Leaning against the center console, he daringly placed his hand lightly on the top of the man's thigh, just letting it rest there for a moment before he made soft and short movements with his thumb.

Pulling up into a car park, the teen realized they were at the top lookout for the area and his mouth popped open at the stunning views. They were on top of the world, and Harry's hand was still on Severus's thigh, uncontested. Minx, you say? He thought sneakily, letting his fingers massage the firm muscle slightly to the inside of his neighbors thigh. The man sighed, shifting in his seat and once the car was in park and the engine turned off, he relaxed his legs, letting them open more. This was essentially Harry's cue, and he knew it, it was time to show the man what his mouth could do.

"Thank you for lunch, sir." Harry commented, pulling his sunglasses off and placing them on he dashboard.

"You are most welcome." Severus replied, doing the same.

"But, I really should show you how appreciative I am."

"Oh?" Severus hummed, looking directly at Harry with a sultry passion that set the teens loins alight.

Swallowing heavily, he nodded, noting the sudden change in his breathing already, "Y-Yes."

A wicked grin appeared on the mans face before he leaned sideways and pressed their lips together. It was slow and soft, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face too. Severus propped his closest arm on the back of Harry's seat and angled his body better, getting into the kiss that was getting steamy, quickly. When they broke away, the panting from the younger man was more than noticeable, but he went in for another battle, wrestling his hands into the mans lap and attacking the zip. He was rushing, for what he believed to be a good reason, and was surprised when he felt a hand lay across his, stopping him.

"Rushing was for yesterday, Harry. Unless your parents require you back soon, there is ample time to play." Severus's calm voice was maddening, where was his breathlessness?

Blushing, Harry nodded and focused on the one important task of undoing the mans pants, teasing and rubbing the currently soft cock that hardened at his brief touch. It wasn't until he had hand wrapped around the base that he heard the hitching of breath, but made the mistake of looking Severus in the eye, oh, it was a purely seductive look that would have melted butter.

"You want it, Harry?" Severus then asked, moving close but not kissing, simply taking Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently.

A whimper was the teens response, he finally had the man in his hands, the girthy length was almost fully erect and he was as impressed as he had been previously when seeing it. Not sure how it was all going to fit in his mouth, he decided to descend on it regardless, lapping eagerly at the length and sucking the top, restricted only by the odd seated position. It was soon rectified when Severus reclined his chair and scooted up higher, doing the same to Harry's chair to accommodate the position. The warmth of the mans hand in his hair had him moaning whilst the length was in his mouth, it seemed he was being guided on his technique but didn't feel as if it were a direct result of his work. He obviously knew what he liked, so why not make sure he enjoyed it?

"Harry?" Severus's voice had dropped about two octaves, and pulled on his hair, indicating he should look at the man, "Is this what you like?"

Smirking evilly, Harry nodded and licked his lips for good measure.

"Dear lord, you are sinful," Severus groaned, pulling Harry in for a kiss, "Now, get back down there and take Daddy's cock like you mean it."

Harry gasped, his face then softened and he whimpered at the dark, arousing tone used, a gentle pout added for good measure. There were a couple of whispered expletives as a result from hearing the man speak in such a way and he could feel his own erection straining in his jeans. It hadn't been quite so noticeable mere seconds before that statement, but now he was sure it would be weeping into his briefs. If there was anything in this world he would never tire from, it would be hearing Severus speak to him in that dirty manner.

"Such a good boy."

The praise was music to his ears, so he upped his pace, sucking harder and twisting more as he stroked the base section of the man's aroused length. Freeing up his other hand, he tried to shimmy the mans trousers down more so he could fondle the delicate balls, knowing he shouldn't neglect them and was instantly rewarded with a grunt and raising of hips. With the hand still in his hair holding him from going higher than a particular point, and the raising of hips, he was forced to deep throat the cock and blushed in horror when he made a choking sound.

"Fuck, Harry."

The man enjoyed hearing him sound like that? He wanted to say something, but obviously, his mouth was still rather full. Instead, he took a deep breath and made himself take the cock deep into his mouth once more. The deep grunt was his reward, even though he sounded like he was gagging on something unpleasant, however, the little actions from Severus told him it was something very enjoyable and continued for a few more minutes, alternating and abusing his throat.

"Yes." The hiss was strained and Harry scrunched his eyes closed when the grip in his hair was to the point of becoming painful, "That's it, Harry. J-Just a little mo-re – "

The rest of the sentence was cut of with a deep growl and the mother of all deep dives into his throat as the man climaxed. Good thing Harry had a good gag reflex as he was forcefully held down with the mans ejaculating erection half way down his esophagus, gagging in what he thought was an unattractive way. He spluttered when his head was finally let go and the burn he felt when he tried swallowing he figured was worth it. Feeling dazed, and a little light headed, Severus was cupping his cheek and making him look up at him.

"Your appreciation has been noted." Severus commented smirking, his eyes darting down to a drop of saliva that had escaped Harry's slackened mouth.

. . .

*fans herself*