Dangerous Liaisons

Chapter 4

It didn't take long for Harry to become addicted to his sexual liaisons with Snape.

"Fuck," HArry groaned loudly, pushing Snape's mouth deeper onto his straining cock as he felt the stress of the day finally begin to melt away. He'd been waiting hours for this, and now that he was finally alone with Snape, he was more than ready to let himself go. And judging by the way Snape was sucking on his cock, he wasn't the only one...

"Hmmm," Snape hummed around Harry's cock, his hand reaching up to cup Harry's balls. It still felt a little weird to see Snape so...submissive, Harry realised, despite the amount of times they'd done this now, but he was finding it hard to care at the moment.

Only a few minutes into his arrival at Snape's quarters and he was already naked, Snape was naked, and that, he told himself firmly, was all that mattered.

"Yes," Harry hissed. "That's it, Snape. Take it. Take my dick."

Snape was on his knees by the door of his quarters, eyes closed as he bobbed his head back and forth on Harry's dick. Harry was rock-hard and aching in seconds as Snape continued to swallow his cock, but there was still an undercurrent of anger running through him, left-over from the shitty day he'd had. Harry groaned and placed his hand on the back of Snape's head, ready to work out at least some of his frustrations out on his willing partner.

Harry let his head fall back as wave after wave of pleasure ran through him. Fuck, he still didn't like Snape, but Merlin, the man certainly had his uses…

Close to cumming already and unable to resist, Harry suddenly thrust forward, causing Snape to gag slightly. The man opened his eyes and glared up at Harry, who smirked down at him.

"Come on, Sir," Harry said as Snape resumed the blow-job in earnest, biting back another moan. "Admit it. You love this."

With his mouth full of Harry's now gently thrusting cock, Snape didn't reply, but he did begin to suck harder, devouring Harry's dick as if he was suddenly desperate to get him off…

"Fuck…" Harry moaned, head falling back again in unrestrained pleasure. "Oh, God, Snape, don't stop…"

This time it was Snape's turn to smirk, although how he managed to do that with his lips wrapped around Harry's cock, Harry would never know. It was just another one of the man's many talents, along with his God-given ability to give fucking incredible blow-jobs…

"Fuck, Snape," Harry said, finally pressing a hand on Snape's bobbing head in an effort to get him to stop moving. Harry didn't want to cum yet, so he swallowed hard and tried desperately to rein in his arousal. Snape kept his lips wrapped around Harry's dick, but did stop his movements at least.

Harry panted hard, and suddenly decided that Snape's mouth wasn't enough. He'd had a shit day, and he needed more than a quick blowy. He needed pure, animalistic sex. He needed to let out his frustrations, his anger, and by that, he really meant that he needed to fuck Severus Bloody Snape into unconsciousness.

"You were a right bastard in class today, you know," Harry told him breathlessly. Harry thrust forward again suddenly, hitting the back of the man's throat and causing him to choke slightly. Still, Snape stubbornly made no attempt to remove his mouth from Harry's cock. That's what Harry liked most about sex with Snape, and what he liked most about Snape in general these days. He was still a bastard, but at least he could take what he dished out.

Harry thrust forward again. "You almost made Susan Bones cry."

This time Snape did pull his mouth away, but he stayed on his knees all the same. "You are all grown adults now, Potter. If you honestly can't handle…"

"Oh, I think I've proven I can handle anything you do to me, Professor," Harry said, taking himself in hand and brushing his dick across Snape's face to shut the man up. "Now get up."

Snape stood on somewhat shaky legs, but he glared at Harry again. "Potter, before you start to think that ordering me around is a good idea, just remember that I am clearly the superior wizard, and I can still easily best you in a fight."

"Even a muggle one?" Harry said suggestively, suddenly pushing Snape backwards until the man's naked back hit the wall. "I'm considerably younger than you, remember. I've got more…stamina."

Harry pressed his own naked body against Snape's, their dicks lining up against each other in the most delicious of ways. Snape immediately grabbed at Harry's arse, but Harry retaliated by rutting against Snape's dick and shoving his tongue down the man's throat. Snape moaned loudly against Harry's mouth as their tongues danced, but his grip on Harry's arse-cheeks only tightened.

"Fuck," Harry said breathlessly as he pulled away. He and Snape continued to thrust against each other, sweaty and desperate already, and Harry could finally feel the last of day's stress begin to melt away. This was why he wouldn't even consider putting a stop to these meetings with Snape, even despite all the guilt he felt. He needed them to stay sane. To stay alive.

Harry's lips met Snape's again in another frantic, messy kiss.

As they began to make out, hard and with growing desperation, Harry felt a finger begin to prod at his tight hole, immediately pressing deep inside. Harry groaned loudly against Snape's mouth, but although he didn't exactly hate attention in that particular area of his body, he had another plan in mind for tonight.

"Actually sir," Harry said breathlessly, suddenly pulling away from Snape's naked body. Snape glared at him again. "I think it's about time I paid you back for all the points you've taken from Gryffindor recently."

Harry grabbed Snape's dick before he could protest and pulled hard, earning a loud groan from his professor.

"Now turn around," Harry growled, reaching over to the table to grab his wand.

Snape moved too slowly, so with his other hand, Harry shoved the man backwards into the wall again and pushed him around until he was facing the other way. Snape laughed, a deep, mocking, teasing sound, and Harry both hated and loved to hear it. It made his blood boil and his arousal increase ten-fold.

Armed with his wand, Harry shot a quick lubricated spell at Snape's backside, before dropped his wand and pressing his sweaty body against Snape's back. His dick ran along Snape's arse-crack, causing the man to stop laughing and moan loudly.

Harry pulled back slightly, and began to manoeuvre Snape's naked body where he wanted it. Legs spread slightly, bent over, gorgeous, twitching hole revealed.

Harry grabbed at his own cock and jerked it a couple of times, before quickly slicking it up and placing it at Snape's entrance. He saw Snape brace himself against the wall, arse out, practically begging to be fucked, and took a moment to appreciate the sight.

"Stop standing there like a smug imbecile and just do it, Potter," Snape growled without even turning round. "Some of us do want to sleep at some point tonight."

"Do what?" Harry replied sweetly, careful to keep his dick only centimetres from penetrating Snape.

"Potter…" Snape warned.

"Seriously Snape," Harry replied. "Just say it. I can stand here all night…"

"Fuck me," Snape replied tightly. "Just fuck me, you arrogant little – "

Harry suddenly thrust forward, burying himself in Snape's arse in one go. Snape groaned loudly and adjusted his stance slightly as Harry filled him glorious inch by glorious inch.

"Fuck," Harry moaned when he had completely bottomed out, clenching his eyes shut. Harry never failed to be surprised by how tight the man was. It was incredible; the heat, the pressure surrounding his cock was something he knew he would never be able to replicate with anyone else, man or woman.

Snape's arse was just...heaven.

Fuck, Harry was really starting to think that he really was gay, or at the very least bisexual. Or maybe he was just gay for Snape. Either way, it just felt too good…

"Move...Potter," Snape ordered, his words a little shaky for once, and Harry had to stop himself from cumming almost immediately. Harry liked to make the man lose control. It made all the pain and hurt between the two of them worth it, in a fucked up sort of way.

Not willing to tease the man any longer, Harry gripped the professor's hips and thrust straight back in, pushing Snape up hard against the wall. Snape braced himself, but didn't shift otherwise, and Harry took that as permission to fuck the man properly. He pulled back out and slammed forward without even pausing for breath, although he certainly heard Snape's own breathing hitch.

And then it really began.

Harry buried himself in his professor over and over again, panting hard as his slick dick slid in and out with unerring precision. Snape groaned, and moaned and then spluttered as Harry fucked him hard against the wall, penetrating his professor as if the man belonged to him.

Harry gripped Snape's hips hard enough to leave marks and set a bruising pace that he knew he would struggle to keep up. He could already feel himself tiring, his arousal building…

"Fuck…" Snape moaned. "That's it…"

"You like that, Snape?" Harry said breathlessly, still pounding in and out of Snape's tight hole. "You like me using you like a fucking sex doll?"

Harry slammed forward again, this time hitting the man's prostate head-on. Snape moaned loudly and almost lost his footing.

"Merlin, Potter…"

"Actually," Harry smirked. "It's Harry Potter, not Merlin, although the Daily Prophet has started to compare the two of us…"

"Just fuck me, Potter," Snape growled, bracing himself against the wall again. Snape bent over even further, resulting in an even more intense angle for Harry's thrusts.

For once, Harry did as he was told, increasing the speed of his thrusts until they were both moaning loudly, their movements almost erratic. Sweat pooled between their naked, writhing bodies as Harry continued to fuck Snape hard against the wall.

He threw everything into it; all his anger, his frustration, his hate. He fucked Snape until he could barely even think, let along feel anything beyond the tightness of the man's passageway and the way it felt around his thrusting dick. He needed this. He fucking needed this...

"Fuck," Harry moaned. He wasn't going to last…

"Potter..."

"Snape," Harry gasped out, reaching forward to wrap his hand around Snape's dick. "I'm close…"

"As...am I," Snape ground out. "Just…fuck…"

"Fuck, Snape," Harry moaned. Their sweaty skin slapped together as Harry felt his arousal build to an almost painfully intense crescendo.

"Yes…" Snape groaned loudly.

Harry thrust again

"Fuck…" Harry gasped.

Thrust...

"Yes, Potter!"

Thrust...

"Fuck!"

Thrust...

"Yes!"

Thrust...

"Yes!"

Thrust...

"Fuck!"

Thrust, thrust, thrust...

"Yes!"

One more thrust, and suddenly Harry was coming, Snape was coming, and everything seemed too hot, too bright, too much.

Harry couldn't breathe as the most intense pleasure rushed through his entirely body as he released deep inside Snape's tight channel, stream after stream of cum spurting out of him until he'd practically filled the other man up. It was incredible. It was everything...

"Fuck..." Harry muttered.

Harry pressed his chest against Snape's back as they both rode through their aftermath of the hot and sticky climax, Harry's dick throbbing deep within the other man's arse. Harry sighed as he felt the immediate tingle leave, but the satisfaction remain. Whatever happened between them, as long as he could keep doing that, Harry would die a happy man.

After a few seconds of recovery, Harry pulled away slightly and let his spent dick fall from Snape's abused arsehole, but he kept a hand on the man's hip, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, Potter," Snape staggered sideways, pulling himself free from Harry as he leant with his back against the wall, looking for all the world as if he was about to collapse.

Harry stood there numbly in the afterglow, his own dick finally softening, as he watched as Snape slowly slid down the wall until his naked and sated body finally hit the floor. Then Snape closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Idly, Harry wondered if the cold floor felt nice against the man's undoubtedly sore arsehole or not. Judging by the look on Snape's face, he rather thought it did.

"Like that then, sir?" Harry asked, unable to resist, once he'd got most of his senses back. He felt better already. More…relaxed. Centred. Free.

"Not bad, Mr Potter," Snape said tiredly, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Ten points to Gryffindor."

Harry's eyes widened, then he laughed. Never mind fucking the man into unconsciousness; this time he'd fucked the man so hard he'd actually gone and lost his mind!

Harry laughed again, and joined the man on the floor, their lips meeting in a sloppy, sticky, naked, kiss.

Harry gripped Snape's sensitive dick and began to gently massage it. He grinned suggestively at Snape. "Let's try for twenty points, shall we?"