Chapter 3. The best detention ever!

Harry still shaken by the realisation that he was in fact gay and was in love with Severus Snape, his teacher, a greasy git that hates his guts and that he probably had at least a small crush on him for quite a while already. Harry stared at his plate all brain function ceased. He sat frozen until he felt Hermione elbow him "Oh, Harry are you really alright? You seem absent minded, maybe detention isn't a good idea today. I'm sure that if you speak with professor…" Harry quickly stood and stopped her "NO! I'm fine really 'Mione. No biggie, sides all I'll be doing is cleaning. Easy right? Even I can't screw up that can I?" Hermione looked at him for a while and then conceded. She still tried to make him take a nap since he had around an hour till his detention, but he opted for a bath.

Even though he took a long bath and took great care to clean himself he was still fifteen minutes early. He knocked with a shaky hand and entered immediately. He sighed since there was no Snape in sight even though there was plenty of green goo. He knew he still had time but he decided to just start on the cleaning so he wouldn't anger the man. He took a bucket of water and a cloth and started wiping the goo away. He was so deep in thought he hadn't even heard the door open and a quiet gasp that escaped Severus as he stepped into the classroom.

Severus noticed at breakfast that something was wrong with Potter. He suspected it had something to do with his godson since he saw Draco's owl deliver a letter to Potter. He didn't pay much attention to it however since the letter erupted in harmless flames soon and the owl flew away. He worried for a moment when he saw first Harry looking at him and then Draco smirking. However, he truly became worried in his class. Harry was never a natural in potions but at least he usually tried and with some help from Miss Granger he did pretty well. Today he was not trying at all. He didn't look at the instructions; he picked ingredients at random, mutilated them or just threw them in the potion without a second thought. Granger tried helping him but even she was in over her head. He commented on his doings, teased him about it, reprimanded him, took points, he tried to make him focus really, but the boy's green eyes never left his body, he knew. He saw the way the boy gasped and shivered when he was close or speaking, he saw those eyes widen and trace his figure every time he leaned forward. It confused him, he always thought that the boy hated him and such a quick change in behaviour was worrying, but he couldn't help it, secretly he was a bit happy. As Harry grew he became more and more attractive and Severus was slowly able to get past the prejudices he had against the boy's father and godfather as he came to know Harry better. He rather liked the boy, especially his vivid soul shattering piercing green eyes. He had no hope, he gave no thought to his feelings for Harry, at least until noon, when Harry ran into him. The boy was all but pressing himself against his body and he could swear he heard a small moan escaping Harry. He was shocked when he heard Harry's confession, but he quickly composed himself, rationalising that the boy couldn't have meant him. Usually he would have never dwelled on it, but at lunch and later thoughts of Harry kept invading his mind, he found himself curiously excited and expecting the boy's detention.

Harry in only tight fitting black jeans and a grey T-shirt; on his knees, his lovely ass slightly raised and moving in small thrusts, Severus almost lost all of his self-control at the sight. He stepped closer to the boy who was still unaware. Severus tried to control his voice but only succeeded to make it lower than usual, though at least it wasn't husky as he said "I see you have started early." As Harry heard that voice behind him he spun around and stood in one swift motion the cloth forgotten on the floor. Their gazes locked after Harry quickly let his eyes slide up and down Severus's body. Harry's breath caught as he realised that professor wasn't wearing a robe, though he thought that the clothes still hid too much but alas it was an improvement. In his teacher's glare Harry noticed the lust that increased as the eyes trailed down the body in tight fitting clothes. Harry was aware that he was dirty; the damn goo was really sticky. Harry saw in Severus's eyes that that fact didn't bother his professor, but he still had to comment on it: "My, my Mr. Potter, so eager to get on your knees and down to business?" Harry gasped in shock and lust as a few scenes that had nothing to do with cleaning rushed trough his mind. Harry never imagined that Severus could be like that, saying sexual innuendoes, he always thought the man was direct and, well a prude. Harry blushed, but was determined to return as good as he got: "Well professor, for you I don't particularly mind going on my knees, I would appreciate any advice though, I am not really accustomed to... cleaning." Even while he talked he could see those black eyes narrow and he felt his cock starting to harden, he hoped that Severus wouldn't notice. He couldn't help it; his professor had such a sexy voice and the nature of their talk, not to mention his overactive imagination were making things rather difficult for him. He lost his control as soon as he heard Severus' reply: "Ah, but you see Mr. Potter, I am not sure if you would be able to take it, my advices tend to be rather rough. Not to mention that you seem to be having a bit of a problem." Harry stepped right in front of Severus, stopping just short of pressing into the man as he answered: "And you, sir, don't have a problem?" Then he leaned forward and raised himself, wrapping his arm in Severus's hair pulling him down and kissing him.

Harry's heart was beating fast as their lips crashed together, Severus was still for a moment and Harry got scared that he would move away, but then he felt the lips on top of his move and a tongue caressing his lower lip. He gasped and felt Severus take advantage of his slightly parted mouth to align them perfectly before sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry could feel an arm going around his middle, before it stopped in the small of his back pulling him forward flush against Severus's firm chest. Harry arched and moaned as the kiss deepened and turned from slow and gentle to needy and passionate.

Harry felt himself drowning in the kiss, he wrapped his arms around Severus's neck as he felt his teachers hands grab his ass. Severus decided that although Harry's lips tasted delicious he needed more so he started nibbling and biting along Harry's jaw line and down his neck. Harry arched in the touch of those lips and teeth on his skin, trying to get more and more contact. He gasped as he felt his erection brush against that of Severus and rocked closer to get more friction. Harry moaned as Severus undid his pants and sneaked an arm around his aching cock. He shuddered and clung to Severus as he felt the tempo increase, he moaned loudly when he felt teeth pierce his skin and then a hot tongue lap at the blood and suck on his neck over the bite. Harry battled to breathe for a moment before a flash of inspiration hit him and he went down on his knees, unzipping Severus's pants at the same time. He could hear the gasp from above him and a hand tangle in the mess of his hair.

Harry first licked the tip and precum, then he traced the vein with his tongue. He could hear Severus's startled moan as he took him into mouth and sucked hard. Harry moaned around almost half of Severus's length, he couldn't take in his mouth more than that, he compensated by wrapping his hand around the rest and pumping in time with his mouths thrusts. He used his tongue to circle around the head, before going back down as far as he could. He kept the rhythm and his administrations until he felt the hand in his hair tug signalling that Severus was close to coming. He also wasn't far of so he rose to his feet. He was pulled towards Severus and felt a tongue invade his mouth fiercely. He moaned in the kiss, rubbing their cocks together and feeling a hand wrap around them, stroking. He clenched Severus's shirt tightly as he came. He was panting heavily and clinging onto his professor as he rode out his orgasm.

He had no time to cool off as he felt Severus push him backwards toward the door that led in the potions' masters' study. The door swung open as they stumbled trough, collapsing on the sofa. Severus pinned his arms over his head and tied them using Harry's shirt that somehow came undone on their trip. Severus also had his shirt unbuttoned and Harry let his eyes roam appreciatively over the muscled torso. Who would have thought that his professor hid such an awesome body under all those work robes? He arched his back of the sofa as a wet tongue teased his nipple, Severus took the chance and slipped off Harry's pants and underwear. The door locked magically at a command from Severus's wand. Harry was painfully hard again and he felt slightly overwhelmed by all the sensations: Severus's tongue and teeth on his chest, his hand tracing his abdomen muscles and the other hand spreading his legs and caressing his thigh.

He heard Severus as the man cast some charm, but he couldn't catch the words. However he felt the effects immediately as the spell caused his hole to become lubricated. He gasped in surprise as he felt a finger enter him. It was a curious feeling, it didn't hurt, but it also didn't feel good or anything. Severus stretched him slowly; he didn't want to hurt Harry. He altered between teasing the nipples and kissing him passionately. As he brushed Harry's prostate with his three fingers Harry moaned loudly and Severus couldn't wait any longer. He quickly lubricated himself and entered the younger boy. He went slowly and tried controlling himself, but Harry was incredibly tight and hot. The only thing that was stopping him from ramming himself in the tight channel were Harry's wide and slightly distressed eyes. He kissed the boy lightly and murmured soothing words in his ear. He took the slightly forgotten manhood in his hand and pumped. Soon Harry started feeling pleasure instead of pain and asked Severus to move. His professor was happy to oblige. They were both lost in the ecstasy of each other. Harry was moaning and yelling loudly, encouraging Severus to move faster and harder. Severus complied and angled himself, so that he hit Harry's sweet spot every time and soon he felt the muscles around him contracting, signalling that his younger lover was coming. He followed shortly, emptying inside of Harry. He half collapsed on top of him as they both struggled to catch their breaths. Severus felt as if he never wanted to let go of the warm body beneath him. He stood and picked a surprised Harry up and swiftly stepped in the fireplace: "Severus Snape's private rooms!". He took Harry into the bedroom and placed him under the covers. Though he soon found out that he shouldn't have bothered. Harry didn't have any intention of resting. He wanted and needed at least another round of Severus. And Severus didn't have any need to decline.