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I feel like that last chapter is going to be hard to beat… So, I hope you like this one too.
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The drive home had been brought forward after Severus had received a phone call from a colleague, demanding his presence to oversee a surgery. Whilst disappointed, Harry completely understood, even though he had to watch the man from his bedroom walking about packing a bag. Neither of them knew how long he was going to be away for, but Harry couldn't dwell on it and decided he could take the time away to think about things, and perhaps meet up with Draco for a coffee. Whatever he was going to do, it would be done with a high-necked shirt or a scarf, thanks to Severus for having left the mother of all bruised hickeys on his neck as a reminder to whom he belonged. What ever happened to apologizing for the previous marks?
He decided to meet Draco the following day down at the local Starbucks and with the money Severus had given him for helping around the house, he bought a small bunch of flowers and committed to buying the blonde his coffee. He saw the usually confident teen standing just outside on the street and smiled as he approached.
"Hey, Draco." Harry greeted, handing him the small flowers.
"What are these for?"
"Well, I thought you might like them and this is me apologizing for not only shagging you and forgetting about it, but also hanging up on you the other night." He explained offering a softened expression and gentle shrug.
"Well… Thank you. The flowers were unnecessary but are appreciated."
Sitting outside, they relaxed into their seats and the air grew thick with tension. Draco was staring blatantly into his coffee and Harry was watching him but trying to be subtle about it.
"I should have texted you when I found out what happened."
"No, that's okay… I mean it was just a one night stand right?"
Harry winced, "Well, I feel like I took something from you," The feeling resonating with him more because of losing that very same thing with Severus, "And I'm not even gay."
"Aren't you?" Draco looked up.
"Not like you, anyway." He backtracked.
"So, there's a little in there?"
"Okay, fine. Yes, yes I like guys." Harry finally admitted, sighing and slouching back in his chair, grumbling.
The statement seemed to cheer Draco up and he sat straighter, leaning across the table with a smirk, "Let me guess, it was a man who did that, to you?"
Startling, he instinctively reached up to cover it and was treated to a signature Malfoy laugh that had everyone from the neighboring tables glancing in their direction. Blushing horribly and feeling sick to his stomach that Severus wasn't around he sipped on his coffee as a distraction before Draco launched into retelling what actually happened between them.
"I have the video." Harry cut in at one point, and Draco paused, blinking at him.
"Video?"
"Of that night. Pansy took it, whilst Hermione was there watching too."
"Oh…" The teen blushed, "Can you send it to me?"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't share it around, it's not that I don't regret doing what we did but the next – " He lowered his voice and leaned across the table so he could whisper, "I'd rather not see it pop up the next time I'm watching porn."
The laugh he received to that admission was delayed and after a solid fifteen minutes of said laughing, Harry had to pick him up off the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks at how humorous that comment had been. Of course, it made Harry feel no better, especially when he went over to meet Stacy later that day to see what she was doing. A dip in the pool, turned into grabbing takeaways and then pilfering through her fathers liquor cabinet. By midnight he was passed out on the couch, Stacy in front of the gas fire, also passed out.
It had been good catching up with her when his sister wasn't around, but when he woke up later on, Stacy had disappeared, most likely into her room and he had started shivering at the cool air on his short sleeve tee. Still drunk, he stumbled through the house and went up the stairs, it wasn't like Severus was going to mind if he fell asleep in his bed, and he could just tell Stacy that he didn't know who's room he'd entered if she caught him.
It was a well-rested feeling he experienced when he woke later in the morning, and he stretched out languidly, feeling the Egyptian cotton sheets skimming over his naked body. He grinned with his eyes still closed and rolled around for a little while, taking in the mans intoxicating scent from the pillows and sheets before he ventured into finding his phone. It was closer to lunch than he realised but that didn't matter, flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. Shifting, he felt the sensitive head of his morning erection brushing against the sheets and glanced down to see the tenting.
His eyes widened when he thought of the perfect thing to tease Severus with and took his erection in hand, sitting up against the headboard so the sheet pooled around his waist. He hoped this wasn't too daring, sleeping in the mans bed was one thing when he wasn't around, but fooling around and wanking, well that was unchartered territory, wasn't it? Pushing on through, he opened the camera on his phone and snapped a teasing shot of the clear bulge beneath the sheets, before pushing them down a little so he could take another of the base of his cock and the sheet.
Grinning, he looked over at his bedroom through the window and remembered the night he had jerked off with the man standing at that precise window. Even closing his eyes now, he could recall the predatory look he was given and felt the corresponding throb in his balls. How could he not do it? He was alone in the mans bed for Christ sake, it was too tempting.
He didn't last long, and came all over his stomach after carefully registering that spoiling Severus's sheets probably wasn't the wisest idea. Taking his phone once more, he took several snaps of the evidence shining on his abdomen and chest, making sure his face wasn't in the shot. He did however, make sure the older man would be able to see where he was, even though he knew it was a risk.
H: Hope your trip is going well.
H: I have a confession, Stacy and I raided your alcohol last night…
He wasn't sure if he had been expecting a response immediately, but when he did, it gave him a giddy feeling that had his face splitting with a smile.
S: If you marked my carpet, you can be the one to clean it.
H: Not quite, but I have been naughty.
Harry grinned and scrolled through the photos to find the best one to send. He decided just to go all out and send the one where he'd just climaxed, the evidence catching the light from curtains that hadn't been drawn.
S: Is that so? Do explain.
H: [photo]
S: Are you in my bed, Harry?
H: I might be…
Laughing with pure giddy excitement, Harry rolled onto his side and bit his lip. He was going to be in so much trouble, he could tell, but the only problem with that was the renewed interest his groin showed. Tensing his thighs together, his heart rate spiked when a reply came through.
S: Daddy is very disappointed in his little minx.
Oh my god, he thought. Why was it that when the man referred to himself as that, it made him instantly hard? Mm, yes, he could imagine that deep baritone voice now, whispering it into his ear, caressing his body.
H: I wish you were here.
S: It would certainly be better than being in a room with these inane people.
Harry could just imagine the man letting out a deep growl and going down on him. Letting out a sigh, Harry forgot to message back and instead took his stiffening cock back in his hand, thinking about Severus getting angry towards his colleagues. Rubbing his hand over the fresh erection, he gave up the restraint of slowly stroking himself and went for it, arching his back and biting his lip to silence the moans that were trying to escape. He was only interrupted when his phone started vibrating, and glancing sideways, he saw Severus's name scrolling across the top. His heart lurched into his mouth and letting go of himself, he scrambled to click the call on, breathless and almost panting down the line.
["Hello, Harry."]
If he hadn't of been lying down, he was sure just hearing the deep voice would turned his legs to jelly, "H-Hello, Mr. Snape."
["I see you've been having fun in my bed."]
"Aren't you supposed to be monitoring a surgery?" He asked lamely.
["That was last night, today is a conference, but I have a good mind to come home and tend to the little brat messing up my sheets."]
Squeaking, Harry giggled out of sheer shock of this actually being a situation he was in. Grinning regardless, his lip was between his teeth, breathing labored and body full of arousal. He wouldn't have minded if the man came into the room right now and finished off round two for him, but that wasn't going to happen… or maybe he could have some verbal assistance through the call?
There was a sigh at the end of the phone, ["You are testing my will, Harry."]
"And you're teasing mine. Do you have time to talk?"
["I do, why? What are you up to?"]
Harry's panting should have been a dead giveaway, but he let a small moan slip out too, just to be sure the man could hear him.
["Ah, I think I can tell. My, my, what a little wanton Lolita you are. Are you aching for me, Harry?"]
"Y-Yes, wanting you…" Harry trailed off, his tone breathy.
["Let me hear those sweet moans, can you imagine my hands on you? Oh, that pert backside of yours in the air and so begging to be taken. Is that what you would want, Harry? Do you want to feel me inside you?"]
Gasping, the orgasm was intense, and his entire body went rigid with trying to keep himself quiet in case Stacy heard the commotion through the closed bedroom door. He was hot, his forehead damp with aroused sweat gathered by his forbidden actions. He was distantly aware of a chuckle coming through the headset on his phone and whined into the speaker, noting the returning panted breaths on the other end.
["You know, Harry, if I wasn't at this dull meeting I would be right there with you. Now, I want you to get cleaned up and go home. Heaven forbid your mother walks into your bedroom and sees the interesting sight of her son in my bed."]
"Shit." Harry said, completely having forgotten about that and tripping on the sheets as he went into the bathroom.
["I should be back tomorrow afternoon. Should I even waste my breath in telling you to behave?"]
Harry smirked and grinned at his flushed expression in the mirror, "It wouldn't be half as fun if I did what you said."
Severus hummed and they hung up promptly after that. Looking at the large walk in shower, he decided it was easier to quickly wash himself down here than being bombarded with questions at home. The hot water felt amazing and he felt the left over residue from his hangover disappearing. After having made the bed in record time and making sure everything looked as it should, he finally emerged down stairs to find Stacy and her birds nest of black hair moping around.
"Oh, thank fuck you're here. I didn't know where you'd gone."
He laughed cautiously, and ran a hand through his damp hair, "I think I fell asleep on your dads bed. Do you want to go grab some food?"
"Shit, Harry." She laughed, thinking his flushed expression was because of embarrassment, "Yes, let's go get food, I don't feel like leftovers."
. . .
Harry was sitting at his computer, trying to stay away from the ruckus downstairs that were the guests his parents had invited over. Sighing and slouching, there was a knock at the door before Rose waltzed in, shutting it behind her and falling backwards onto his bed. With a look of annoyance, he spun around in his chair, elbows resting on the arms of his chair and pouting distastefully.
"Can I help you?" He asked, then raising an eyebrow.
"I'm bored and they're loud." She commented, turning her head to the side.
"Yeah, they are." Harry replied, noting that Severus's bedroom light was on but no one walking about.
"Can we go get take out or something? I'm hungry and they're cooking lamb on the barbeque."
Considering it a moment, he nodded, "What do you feel like? And please don't say pizza."
"McDonalds?"
"What? Do you want a happy meal or something?" He laughed, and she threw some discarded clothes at him, the belt of his trousers hitting his forehead with an audible donk.
"Oh, shit I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She sat up, looking worried as he rubbed his forehead but mumbled he was fine.
"Whatever, let's go." He said, getting up and grabbing his wallet and keys.
Driving down the road, they were mostly silent and Harry kept wrinkling his forehead with the throbbing of the belt hitting his face. He really did hate his sister sometimes, she was so annoying but unfortunately he did love her too. Their trip was fleeting, the fast food restaurant was only a few blocks away and he made them go through the drive through. Not feeling up to eating much, Harry simply snagged a few fries as payment for driving her down and before he knew it they were back. If possible the laughter and noise coming from their guests was louder and he heard Rose groan as they walked in the main foyer. In the distance, he could see some of his parents friends but he figured it would be fine to say hello on his way to grab some snacks. He knew there was some left over dip in the fridge and a packet of chips in the cupboard had his name written all over them.
The Weasley couple was there, as were the Longbottoms, which was quite bizarre that at least Ron or Neville didn't make the trip over. He could have done with seeing one of his friends today after having spend the day being ridiculed by Malfoy yesterday and Pansy still ripping him out about the, sex tape. He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he entered, but the moment Molly saw him she was getting up out of her seat from outside and meeting him on the threshold to the house. Their decking was covered and decorated with fairy lights, and various other smaller lamps that lit the area nicely, he always enjoyed being out here in the summer. Maybe not with so many people however.
"How are you, Harry?"
"Good, thank you Molly. How's Ginny and the Twins? I haven't had a chance really to catch up with them recently."
She doted on him motherly, "Ginny is on a summer break trip with her girlfriends to celebrate the transition into college, so you won't have a chance to see her. Fred and George have started their own business in the next county, so they're busy too. Oh, you must go and see them at some point, they would love to see you."
Smiling warmly at him, they exchanged a brief hug and then he held a hand on his shoulder. Lily was offering him a drink, but he said he wouldn't stay and was just down for some food. He casually mentioned that the festivities were rather loud, but she waved him off as she usually did and tended to his father by getting him another beer.
Looking back into the house, he decided that he'd done his share of socializing with his parents friends and went to walk inside when Mr. Weasley's voice, "Ah, here he is," caused him to stop and glance over his shoulder. Relief was evident on his face at the sight of Severus, but it seemed that he hadn't been expected and Lily went over to give him a welcoming hug. Stacy was lingering behind her father, but promptly walked through the crowds, winking at Harry and disappearing into their house.
"Traffic was lighter than I thought, made it back not long ago. I hope I haven't intruded." Severus was resting a hand on the small of his mothers back, but the gaze was strictly on Harry.
"Nonsense, Severus. You are always welcome here. Would you like a wine? We were just about to start getting ready for dinner."
"That would be lovely," Severus said, but refused to let Lily lift another finger, "I'm sure Harry can help me."
Hearing his name, Harry smiled and nodded, raking a hand through his hair, almost embarrassed at seeing the older man in his house. He supposed this should be normal, after all, the last communication they had was Harry sending him a… I sent him an unsolicited dick picture. The realization was like a bucket of cold water washing over him and as they entered the kitchen, alone, he forgot why they were there.
"You're back."
"A wonderful observation, Harry."
The teen flushed, shaking his head and remembering he was there to get wine, "Red, okay?" He asked, walking into the butlers pantry where that wine was kept.
He should have expected to have the man follow him in, that he would use that opportunity to commit an inappropriate act between them as a reunion for the man coming back. However, he was unprepared for being trapped against the counter, hands on hips and lips at his neck. Severus took a deep breath and then physically relaxed, winding an arm around Harry's midsection, holding him close.
"A little devil, misbehaving in my absence. I had actually hoped to see you this evening, preferably in my bed, but I suppose this will do."
"You told me to leave, otherwise I would have happily been waiting there for you." Harry said softly, aware that anyone could come in at that moment and see them like this.
"I must work through the day tomorrow, however I would love to have your company tomorrow evening."
"What if I can't wait that long?" Harry teased, biting his lip and pushing back against the hips that held him there.
"You may come over earlier, though I cannot guarantee you my attention." Severus took another deep breath and Harry gasped when teeth nipped at the shell of his ear.
"You say that, but then do stuff like this. Why can't we do it tonight?" Feeling brave and bold, Harry pushed back harder, giving himself enough space to quickly spin around so he was looking at the man.
Severus then grabbed at his ass and pulled them close together, running his nose up the length of Harry's neck, before finding his lips and pressing against them desperately. Moving his hands lower, he pressed his fingers into the flesh of the teens thighs and pulled him up, setting Harry up on the counter and pushing things out of the way in the process.
"You want this now? Here?" Severus growled, not letting Harry speak before plundering his mouth once more.
Whimpering in a wantonly fashion, Harry was left out of breath and wanting when the man showed some restraint and pulled away, shaking his head. Sliding off the counter, he was tempted to drop on his knees and give the man pleasure knowing it would be returned, but when there was a clinking of glass very close by, he spun around and grabbed the first bottle of red he could find and held it out.
"Will this do?" He asked, his voice weak and breathy.
"If you can sneak over this evening, then I may indulge you." Severus whispered, kissing Harry once more, "This will be fine." He continued in a normal voice and they walked out of the butlers pantry straight after.
Severus then made his way out to where the rest of the party was, almost as if he hadn't just been about to fuck Harry senseless in the kitchen. He envied the man, knowing that his own cheeks were feeling warm and flushed. He could easily sneak out tonight, but suddenly, he didn't know if he wanted to take the risk when the man was going to make time for him the following evening. Grabbing the chips, dip, and swiping a can of cola from the fridge, he passed through the dining area, taking one last glance at Severus who was laughing at something Molly said.
. . .
Regardless of whether Harry had intended on heading over to see Severus that night or not, he woke the next morning in his own bed and rolled onto the empty packet of chips that he'd eaten for dinner. He was sure the dip was somewhere, but at that moment, he wasn't laying on it, so considered that a win. There were a couple of messages on his phone from Severus, one asking where he was, and the other confirming their plans for today.
H: Morning, I fell asleep. See you this afternoon?
S: Aim for four o'clock.
Yes, sir, he thought sarcastically, rolling out of bed and finding he had bits of chip in his hair when ruffling it. Downstairs was a mess too, and his mother was wandering around picking various plates and leftovers up. Deciding to help, he went around and disposed of the empty bottles of beer and wine in their recycling bin when he saw something strange in their neighbors front yard.
What the… Harry observed a woman, easily in her thirties, raking up the leaves that had fallen from the tree between their fences and folded his arms. Pouting, and narrowing his eyes, he walked back inside and continued cleaning, moving to doing some dishes for his mother. When he was done, and hands had been dried, he went to find his phone and thumbed message to Severus, knowing that he shouldn't just turn up unannounced.
H: Why is there a lady cleaning your front lawn?
H: She's raking up leaves?
S: That's my gardener.
"What?" Harry screeched, running to the French doors to his balcony and looking now into the backyard to see her taking out the lawn mower.
He didn't message back, instead he decided to stew over it for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon. With butterflies developing in his stomach over having to wait, when it was almost four o'clock, he couldn't wait any longer and went through the shared gate, eying the woman suspiciously as he moved towards the house.
"Hey, Harry. What are you doing here?" Stacy asked from the couch, pulling her ear buds from her ears, and he motioned with his thumb behind him.
"Who is that?"
"Greta?" She laughed, "That's our gardener."
"Well, yes, but what is she doing, here."
"Didn't dad tell you? She's been away for the past few weeks on holiday. I suppose that's why he's been getting you to work around the house."
Harry huffed, half humming in the process, "Where is your father anyway? He wanted to see me."
"In the study, he's been there for a few hours. Take him a drink."
Rolling his eyes, Harry saluted her before moving through the house, raiding the fridge, he decided on a healthy option of cold water in the warm day, and tentatively stood outside the door. He knocked, gently, and upon hearing the man calling out, he pushed the door open slowly. He'd never actually seen the man working, but the fact he had reading glasses on that were perched halfway down his nose, caused a pleasurable tingle to work through Harry's body. He definitely suited glasses, and must have been a recent addition.
"Harry." The man said evenly, and it made him feel like he should have waited that extra fifteen minutes.
"Hello, Mr. Snape. I know I'm early."
"Not by much, come."
Being beckoned in, Harry offered the water bottle to him as he went around the desk and Severus thanked him quietly, reclining back in his chair. The teen could feel eyes on him, surveying the situation, probably thinking of something horrible to inflict upon him. Well, Harry could play at that game, and casually kept walking until he was right beside the man and sat across his lap. Smiling coyly, Harry wriggled gently before looking to see what was on the computer screen, it looked like a large document with a lot of words and immediately found it boring.
"Aw, no pictures."
Severus snorted, "Brat. I must finish this before engaging in anything inappropriate."
"That's okay, I can find something else to do whilst I wait." Harry smirked, biting his lip to try and stop the giggle bursting forward.
Sighing, Severus leaned back further in the chair and sent Harry crashing into him at the same time. The teen then found his lips covered with the older mans as a hand came around his shoulders also, holding him close as they reclined comfortably on the chair. It was slow and meaningful, not hurried at all, it was the kind of loving kiss that would precede something absolutely wonderful and just the thought alone had Harry's blood pumping a little harder.
"I thought you had work to do." Harry said softly when they broke away.
"You are the ultimate distraction." Severus replied, taking in a breath before he descended upon Harry's lips once more.
Moaning and keening, Harry brought a hand up and pressed it against the mans neck, fingers reaching around to caress his nape, showing that he didn't want this to stop at all. In fact, he wanted more, his body was craving more touch and attention, so he started to move, working his way across the mans lap so he was straddling muscular thighs. His feet, depending on the angle Severus sat on, could just reach the floor before he slid forward and with both hands up around strong shoulders, brought them into more kisses. It wasn't allowed to go on much further however, and being gently pushed away, Harry pouted being nowhere near done.
"As handsome of a distraction as you are, I really must finish this." Severus said, his tone apologetic.
"How long will you be?"
"Give me twenty minutes. Now," The man had both hands on Harry's waist and jerked the teen forward so they groins pressed together, "I want you upstairs and ready for when I am finished."
Harry whined softly and angled his hips to give more pressure against the man's groin, tipping his head back with his jaw slacked. He had the fleeting image of the man taking him then and there in his study, but with Stacy still about the house, he wasn't sure how well received that would be.
"Breathtaking." Severus breathed, letting his hands skim up the sides of Harry's chest, his thumbs making a point to rub over hardening nipples.
The distant buzzing of a phone across the wooden desk alerted the man and he put a hand on the small of Harry's back, bringing him close as he leaned forward in the chair to see what it was.
"Perfect timing, she is heading out for the night." Severus commented, leaning back into his chair, with Harry going with him.
Rolling his hips forward, Harry brought his head forward once more and with half lidded sultry eyes, licked his lips, all the while maintaining eye contact. A growl echoed through the room as Severus stood suddenly, holding Harry in his hands and dumping him on the edge of his desk. The action took the teen by surprise and his eyes went wide when he was pulled up against Severus's body, mouths attacking. Well, he had wanted this hadn't he? Internally grinning, he knew he'd won.
The laptop was closed and moved aside before Harry felt himself being lifted slightly and his feet hit the floor. Curious, he didn't have time to ask what was happening before he felt hands at his zipper, then his pants falling to the floor, his briefs not long after. He whispered a gentle, oh, at the action and could see determination deep in the man's black eyes as Severus's pants were being unbuttoned also. Harry took the older mans face in his hands and pressed their lips together, making a pleasurable groan when he felt a warm hand around his semi aroused erection, which didn't take much to become fully erect.
Severus was breathing heavily as he brought their lengths together, and Harry was surprised to look down and see it was just as hard as his was. When had it gotten like that? He could have sworn it wasn't that erect when he was sitting mere moments ago and had to give Severus credit for his stamina. The witty comment stuck in his throat however, when the man began running his hand over both of their lengths that were pushed together and Harry was throwing his head back, holding onto strong shoulders so he didn't topple backwards.
However, it seemed Severus had a plan for them and momentarily removed the hands off shoulders, turning and placing them on the edge of the desk. Frowning in question, Severus simply smirked and told him to hold on before gripping the backs of Harry's legs and letting them rest up along his chest. Holy shit, the teen thought, he was going to be taken in the man's office.
"This reminds me of a teacher fucking his student." Harry commented, holding his head up to see Severus slanting sideways to open his desk drawer.
"Have a lot of experience with that, do you?"
Harry giggled, "Of course not," Severus went to take his glasses off, but Harry scrambled onto his elbows and stopped him, "No, leave them on. It's… sexy."
Severus chuckled, "Is that so? Well…" Harry thought he looked to be considering something for a moment, before that wicked and deviant smug smirk was back in full force, "In that case, Mr. Potter, I think it is only fair that a suitable punishment is given to your rather extensive list of misdemeanors."
"Dear lord, fuck me." Harry gasped at hearing the dark, sultry tone.
"Let's count them, shall we?" Severus continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted, "First, would be stealing my alcohol…"
Harry was panting, his erection aching and leaking a precious pearl at the tip. The man pulled out a condom and a small tube of lubricant, placing them on the desk next to where Harry's hand was gripping tightly onto the edge, his knuckles turning white.
"Second, was deciding to sleep in my bed without my knowledge or consent."
Glancing between them, Harry could see one hand lazily running up and down the man's length, making eye contact again however, he noticed the calculating gaze and felt a jolt of pleasure bloom from his head to all ten toes. He whimpered, collapsing back onto the flat desk and feeling the crunching of papers as he did so. Then, Severus took the tube of lubricant and prepared a finger, when it disappeared from view, Harry hissed at the cool feeling probing gently at his entrance.
"No teasing, please." Harry whined, but Severus tsked.
"Thirdly, deciding to play with yourself, in said bed."
At this the finger massaging his tight asshole pushed through and had the teen gasping, then moaning, and soon after writhing to get more movement. It was a slow process, and the anticipation grew as the lone finger slowly fucked his entrance. Harry, who had closed his eyes briefly, felt something soft touching the inside of his knee and saw Severus was pressing feather light kisses there. A second finger was pushed into him at the same time as the man taking a chunk of muscle in his mouth and biting. The mix of pain on pleasure, then on pain was intoxicating.
"Fourth, would be sending me that extremely erotic picture of your cock with evidence to support your lack of self control in my bed."
Gods, this mans voice could probably make him orgasm on its own. He couldn't imagine ever being able to concentrate if Severus had been his teacher in school, they'd never be any work done and he'd be constantly walking around with an eager soldier leading the way. But this wasn't the time for talking, it was time for fucking and Harry could almost be certain that's what was about to happen when those slender fingers were pulled out and attention brought to the items beside them.
"Fifth, was when we spoke on the phone," Severus started, pausing for a moment where he ripped the packet and rolled on his protection, "Do you remember what I said to you, Mr. Potter?" He asked, lubricating his length generously.
"S-Something about h-hands and ass – "
"Do you want me inside you?" Severus leaned forward and whispered in a dark tone, his smirk firmly in place as he thrust, one long and seemingly never ending movement, "Christ."
Crying out, tears were in Harry's eyes, the pain awful but a fullness that couldn't be described sent a shiver down his spine. He was given a few seconds of reprieve, before a rolling of hips had the erection deep inside him quivering and moving over sensitive nubs that caused him pleasure. Turning his head to the side, he let the emotions roll over him as Severus started to move.
"And sixth, was denying me the pleasure of bringing you to not one, but two orgasms."
"T-Technically – "
"You came twice with out me, tsk, Mr. Potter how will you ever learn?" Severus was almost chuckling as he spoke.
"W-Well, Professor Snape, why don't you teach me?" Harry was in a world of his own, unable to hold onto the desk with both hands as one went to his ignored erection and began stroking.
"I don't think so." Severus commented, pulling the hand away.
Groaning loudly that he wasn't able to speed things up, Harry took to trying to look at Severus's face and loved what he saw. Those glasses were sliding down his nose with the jerked movements of his thrusts, and slackened jaw made way for him to see those white teeth that were hidden from the world since he rarely smiled. How could this man be any more perfect?
Being pulled up by his elbows suddenly, Harry felt Severus pulling out of him before he was flipped, his chest pushed down onto the desk and hands pinned to his back. Severus was cursing softly as he took the teen once more, but this time Harry moaned in relief at being filled once more. Laying across the man's desk, dressed in only his half ridden up tee shirt, he took a moment to appreciate one of his fantasies coming true, though admittedly it had always been a female Professor from his school or university. Still, this was so much better than that and lazily smiled.
Whether he'd wanted to jerk himself off during this time or not, his cock was now stuck painfully between the desk and his lower abdomen but would rub against the wood in time to each thrust. At this rate, he wasn't sure how much longer he would last, and gasped when a new angle was found.
Grunting, Harry forced himself to speak, "Y-Yes, f-fuck… Oh, Professor Snape, fuck me."
It was shameless, he knew that, hell, Severus probably did too. Begging wasn't something he was used to doing but it came so naturally. Speaking of which, when the man pulled hard on his hips, grunting and licking his way down Harry's back, it all became too much and the coil snapped as he came over the mans desk. Sated and happy.
He knew Severus hadn't finished, but the movements had stopped as the man stood behind him, fingers skimming up his back and massaging his shoulders. With shaking legs, he tried standing and was surprised when he felt them both tipping backwards and Severus landing gracefully in his office chair. The jolt from the erection still pressed up inside him rubbed against his sensitive nubs against the prostate which had him shivering in desire.
"I guess that paper won't get finished now." Harry commented, seeing crumpled pieces of paper from where he'd been laying.
"Oh, no, it is finished."
"What?" Harry snapped his head around to look at the man smirking.
"It was completed a few minutes before you arrived."
"Then why – " It didn't matter why he'd done it, in fact the whole thing had Harry laughing gently.
Looking at the edge of the desk, he could see clearly the white evidence against dark wood and felt his already flushed face glow brighter. It then suddenly occurred to him that there was a reason he sat on Severus's lap, the man still buried inside his ass. The silent command was clear to him and biting his lip, Harry rocked forward, grinding slowly back onto the man. Peering over his shoulder, Severus had his head back against the headrest, sultry, half lidded eyes watching him passionately.
. . .
Because it would be rude not to have a little role play, right?