Warning!! This chapter contains nothing but adult content between two men. Exciting, right? (Please don't read if you are easily offended by sexual content, blah blah blah).

Chapter IV

Harry stood next to his professor as his jeans fell to the floor. He stepped out of them casually, but Snape had still not raised his gaze. Harry was already hardening, and felt slightly embarrassed and exposed standing next to Snape completely naked, save his socks.

"Professor," he tried, craning his neck towards Snape. "I'm sorry I brought it up. Can't we just-"

Snape turned, his eyes moving almost unnoticeably fast over Harry's naked body. He moved them back to Harry's eyes.

"No-more-talking," Snape said slowly. "Not about the Dark Lord, not about your parents."

Harry did not break eye contact. He had all but forgotten about his questions after Snape had grazed his lips. His mind was only on one thing.

"No more talking," Harry whispered, nodding once.

Snape didn't move right away. Harry knew he probably wouldn't, so he let himself move forward and his fingers take the fabric of Snape's robes. Snape let Harry pull the robe open and over his shoulders. Harry studied the long line of buttons before him. He had never seen much more of his teacher than his neck and hands, and his fingers curiously began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Snape stood still, but Harry could hear his breathing. Soon, he could see the pale skin of Snape's chest and his erection grew considerably.

His hands froze as he found himself suddenly unsure where to go next. Snape seemed to understand. Slowly he removed his own shirt, and stood before Harry in just his black trousers. Harry felt as if he were looking at a stranger; he had never seen anything but black when he was with Snape, but now he saw white-pale, bare, untouched, and oddly soft. His chest was hairless, though there was a slight trail running from his bellybutton to his zipper and, Harry remembered, quite further. Harry gazed at Snape's skin. His arms gripped his desk behind him, a vein protruding through his Dark Mark. He found himself suddenly drawn to the mark; it was on Snape, so it became instantly attractive to him.

Harry's hands traced down Snape's chest experimentally. He would have liked to have been confident and completely in control, but he knew no better than Snape what he was doing. It wasn't until he felt a hand on the back of his head that he realized Snape did know what he was doing, or at least what he wanted to do. He was slowly brought to Snape's chest, where he placed a single kiss before feeling foolish. Snape however, quivered slightly under his touch, and Harry was encouraged to continue. He let himself move down Snape's chest, kissing intermittently until he reached his pants.

He unbuttoned them hurriedly, already feeling Snape's desire beneath his fingers. Snape's hips arched towards him longingly, begged him to relieve his pleasurable discomfort. Harry complied, gently taking his erection in his hand. Snape exhaled and tensed; Harry noticed Snape's stomach tighten as his fingers did what they had done so many nights before. But for the first time, Harry allowed his own hand to move to his own erection, and simultaneously pleasured himself. Snape did not object, but did notice.

His dark eyes watched the boy's hand move up and down on himself slowly. It was so innocent, so simple, and so familiar. Snape hadn't realized the beauty of it when it was just himself, but as he watched Harry he found himself drawn to the solitude and intimacy of it all. Harry's young arms-now more muscular and slightly darker with hair than they had been in previous years-flexed and tightened as he did the work for both of them. His eyes dodged between his own throbbing member and Snape's. His head was tilted to the side slightly, and Snape could hear his breathing increasing as the pleasure built.

But he was not ready for it to be over.

Snape took Harry's arm gently and stopped its movement. Harry's eyes grew large and he let go of himself. Snape stood up from leaning on the desk and Harry instinctively lowered himself to his knees. Snape looked at his brown, disheveled hair longingly and remembered the feeling of his warm mouth and rough teeth, but put a finger under his chin and motioned for him to rise. Harry looked confused and rejected, but Snape led him by the arms to the chair and sat him down. Harry looked out of place in the great chair-he was usually in front of it.

Snape lowered himself to his knees before Harry and his hand wrapped around Harry's cock. Harry grunted lightly and gripped the arms of the chair. What was Snape doing?

"Do you trust me, Potter?" Snape said, his fingers gently playing with Harry's sensitive skin.

Harry didn't know what Snape was suggesting, but he knew he didn't care. Helplessly under Snape's power, he nodded. Snape let his eyes drop to Harry's lap for what seemed like the first time. He released his hand and Harry throbbed for its return. Snape spread Harry's legs slowly and raised them so they were on his shoulders. Harry was breathing heavily and Snape could feel him trembling. He remembered the feeling; it was the excitement of the unknown.

From a pocket of his trousers, Snape withdrew a small vile. Being a potions master had its benefits. He carefully uncapped it and let the swirling pearl liquid fall just beneath Harry's erect penis. Harry shuddered under its stimulating tingle, which Snape knew was something between a pleasurable burn and an irresistible itch. The liquid trickled downwards until it was over Harry's tight, untouched opening. Snape moved his fingers to it and gently massaged the potion around it. Harry's hips arched. Snape's free hand absently moved to his own desire and it only throbbed harder. It won't be long now.

With the assistance of the potion and the willingness of Harry, Snape easily slid two fingers inside him. Harry grunted again and his eyebrows creased. Snape looked at his body, at the man the boy had become. There were no longer traces of James in him. He was completely different; somehow more pure, more worthy. It was with compete feeling that Snape leaned forward and kissed Harry's chest, his soft black hair falling around his face. Harry's legs wrapped around Snape's waist, and Snape knew he was ready.

Gently, Snape positioned himself in front of Harry. Harry scooted forward ever so slightly, aware and eager for what was to come. Snape's hand carefully connected his hardened cock with Harry's newly-oiled opening. Placing his arms over Harry's on the arms of the chair, he pushed himself in steadily. Harry inhaled sharply, but exhaled with a light groan. Snape shivered as he felt himself enveloped in the tightness and warmth. He felt momentarily freed; what he had longed for, needed, for so many years was finally being given to him.

He felt Harry's arms squirm beneath his grip, and knew he wanted to stroke himself, but for now Snape wanted to hold him right where he was; this time it would be about Snape. He began slowly, his hips rolling gently into Harry as he found a rhythm that pleased him. As the pleasure built with each thrust, Snape found himself speeding up, thrusting harder. Harry was silent, save for the few occasional gasps or sighs. Snape himself was beginning to breath raggedly, and a bead of perspiration was threatening to trickle down his neck.

Harry placed his still-socked feet on Snape's shoulders and his toes dug into the skin as he endured the pleasurable pain he invited upon himself. Snape found his eyes focused on the boy's erect cock, but his mouth would not reach from this position. That would have to come later.

The mere thought sent Snape closer towards the edge, and his nails dug into Harry's arms. He felt his release so near! It would finally be his…

His eyes shut instinctively, but as he closed them he could only remember himself being in the other position. It hadn't been pleasurable, though he told himself after all those encounters that it was. He had since learned. Forcing his eyes open, he looked back at Harry. His cheeks were rosy and his nose scrunched beneath his glasses. His mouth was open in a silent moan and his messy hair had only grown messier, parting directly at his scar and shooting off in a million different directions.

It was this image of the innocent but in-control boy that sent Snape to his ecstasy. With a stifled grunt, he thrust his last efforts into Harry and irrupted into a rocketing orgasm that left him motionless and trembling against Harry's warm, rising and falling chest.

He wasn't sure if it had been minutes or hours by the time he recovered, but Harry was still lying beneath him, breathing a little slower but smiling slightly. His hand was on his cock and gently massaging it, and Snape could see he had finished the job for himself, releasing himself on his chest. A slight pang of guilt washed over Snape; he had intentions of repaying the boy for his participation, but perhaps Harry hadn't realized. There's always tomorrow night.

As his euphoria died down, Snape's authoritative personality returned and he became teacher again. He stood up and fumbled for his robes on the floor. Harry stood too, aware that the chair was no longer his. He cleaned himself up briefly before pulling his jeans and shirt back on.

Snape, fully robed and tucked back into his pants, turned to Harry and gave him the cold stare he was most comfortable using. He ignored the rosy afterglow that was still present on the boy's face, and tried to forget the feeling of his soft skin beneath his lips.

"Very well, Potter," Snape said simply. "That's enough for today."