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Bloody hell… I've created a monster.

. . .

With the winter chill now up to normal dreary levels at Gryffindor University, Harry was staring up at the peeling white paint on the ceiling of his bedroom and sighed. Twisting his head towards the ever growing wall of Severus & Harry, he smiled in fond memory of the man, missing him ridiculously but trying not to mope around. It was another day on campus, another long day of classes, and when he heard his fraternity brother running up and down the landing and stairs, he grumbled, taking the pillow from beneath his head and shoving it over his face. Time to face the music.

"Do we have to hear you stomping around every single morning?" Harry was pulling on a hoodie as he walked through to the kitchen.

"Well, you're up, aren't you?" The teen shrugged with a smile, wolfing down some Nutri-Grain.

Screwing his face up in mock disgust, his closest friend came into the room also, rubbing his eyes and having the same conversation. They both had class this morning and with fresh coffees in hand, they wandered off towards campus, wrapped in beanies, scarves and for good measure, mittens.

"So, how's your fancy man?" His friend asked when they arrived at the main gates.

"He texted last night, wanted to know what I was doing this weekend."

"Ooh~ Does that mean he's coming to see you, stud?"

"Shut up." Harry snapped, his hand around his phone deep within his pocket, itching to see if he had a text but rationally knowing he didn't, "Besides it's not like that anyway."

His friend scoffed, "No of course not. No one knows about that bloody wall beside your bed that you probably wank to each night, or the inspirational photos above your desk to help you concentrate."

Giving his friend the stink eye, they entered the large tiered lecture hall and wandered down a couple of stairs so they could still sit up the back but in a row that was empty. As Harry pulled out his notebook and pen, he also checked his phone and felt his heart skip when he saw there was a message. Sadly, it wasn't from Severus but he opened the Snapchat from Rose and saw she was living it up large, studying at a Starbucks.

Typical female, he thought, flicking his phone onto silent and slouching in his chair as he waited for the lecture to start. He had decided to go down the sports medicine field, since he was serious about his football and loved the industry. Yes, he was painfully aware that Severus was into Medical research, but this was completely different to that, and was interested in becoming a physiotherapist once his playing career was over.

Their lecturer was actually very boring, and he struggled to keep his mind focused on the lesson, eyelids drooping just before the end of class. The only thing keeping him awake suddenly was the vibration in his pocket and he pulled out his phone to see it was definitely from Severus.

S: When do your classes finish tomorrow?

Harry glanced at his friend who was busy taking notes, then down at his Professor who had his back turned and was writing a formula on the board.

H: Class done at four.

S: Perfect. Text me when you're done and I will meet you on campus.

Well, that certainly got his heart rate up didn't it? Severus was coming to see him, the first time at college since the big Slytherin versus Gryffindor football game earlier in the year. He was giddy with excitement, the visit promising so much, and he wiggled in his seat. His friend was looking at him sideways as he perked up and looked at the board with laser beamed focus, snorting at the antics.

Their Professor finished what he was writing and turned his attention to the class, "Right, tomorrow we will cover off the next chapter – "

"Let me guess, booty call came through?"

" – We will have a guest speaker – "

"As a matter of fact yes, he did." Harry whispered back, not letting the positive mood die.

" – Derived from the medical world. He will give a lecture on muscle – "

"We'll make sure the ice machine is on high capacity then." His friend smirked, and when their Professor released them, they hastily packed away their notes.

"Knowing how I came away last time, that mightn't be a bad idea," Harry laughed, "You're awfully invested in this thing I have going on. One might say you're jealous."

"Jealous? Please Potter, I'm drowning in pussy at the moment."

Harry grinned and raised a Severus-like eyebrow at his friend as the surrounding females looked at them both with disgust. Shaking his head, he dragged his friend away and they continued on to the next class. He wondered what they would do when Severus arrived, perhaps have dinner and then back to his hotel? Or should he be inviting the man to stay with him at the frat house? Tough question, he didn't know if he really wanted that much attention from the other occupants he lived with.

It was a rush around that night when he made it back to the house, he chucked his backpack on the bed and looked around his bedroom through narrowed eyes. He really needed to tidy it before Severus came, regardless of whether they made it back to here or not, he didn't think such a prestigious man would appreciate dirty plates or coffee mugs that littered his desk space.

He was still feeling giddy the following day, even more so than before and his friend decided to tease him religiously at every moment he could. It didn't help that he hadn't heard from Severus all day, and when it finally came to his final class for the afternoon he wasn't sure he could even sit there and focus.

"Honestly, mate, can you calm down before some poor soul becomes your next victim? I'm seriously considering sending you to the Chaplin or ringing for an exorcist."

"I'm fine." Harry grumbled as they found their normal seats up high, "Besides, I just have to get through this class and you won't hopefully see me for the rest of the weekend."

He couldn't keep the wide smirk off his face, teeth were glistening under the false white LED lights that lit the lecture hall. Harry was having difficulty, but he was able to wrangle his bag, coffee and study notes out before collapsing on the bench and letting out a sigh.

"Ugh, fuck." Harry groaned, looking at the ceiling, "I just remembered the guest speaker."

"Lucky for me, I brought my Ipad so I can watch a movie." His friend winked.

"Well the least you could do is turn on the subtitles for me." Harry propped his chin in the palm of his hand and waited for the rest of the students to come in, peering down at his phone and trying to distract himself by scrolling through Facebook.

Stacy and Rose seemed to be having a blast at Hufflepuff, Stacy had made it onto the Cheerleading team and he had to admit, she looked good in the uniform. Ron had re-enrolled at school, but he'd chosen to give Hufflepuff a crack, he complained constantly about the fact Gryffindor wouldn't let him back in and Ravenclaw didn't want to know… They didn't dare speak of Slytherin. Though, as a certain Slytherin caught his eye on the feed, he saw that Draco was also parading around in a Cheerleading outfit, luckily donning pants, and huffed with wry amusement.

Turning his attention to the front of the room, he took a sip of his coffee when the Professor addressed them, "Good afternoon, now as promised we have a guest speaker today, Doctor Severus – "

Harry spat out the mouthful of warm liquid and all over the poor girl sitting in front of him, who gasped then growled unappreciatively in his direction. The ruckus had their lecturer pausing for a moment, but as he did Severus was standing up and turning to see what had happened, and ohthat bloody infuriating man, he didn't even seem surprised and remained cool when their eyes met.

"Hey, isn't that your – "

"Shut it." Harry snapped, placing his takeaway cup not so gently on the surface of his desk and wiping the dribble of coffee from his chin.

He was far from angry, surprised more than anything, and immediately felt his body warm when he realised people were staring at him. Huffing and covering his mouth because the smile threatening to shine would have blinded everyone and given away his relaxed attitude, he leaned back into the padded backrest. Ignoring his friend who had the same levels of mirth radiating from him as Severus most likely did, he focused his eyes down on their lecturer and tried to listen… It was futile.

Severus was smirking up at him, hands in his pockets and stepping into position to start speaking. Harry immediately regretted having sat so far back in the classroom and wanted to change seats but it was impossible with how full the theatre was. Instead, he leaned forward and rested his head in both palms, listening to the silky voice intoxicating him for the next hour.

This man commanded the room, had the attention of everyone in the palm of his hand, though for Harry it was more of a wet dream than anything else. Safe to say, his class notes had never been so light, and he hadn't written a thing over the hour that Severus spoke. Thankfully, mainly for Harry's sanity, the man then gave the stage back to their Professor, and he let out a soft happy sigh.

Once Severus sat down, Harry continued to watch the back of his black hair, biting his lip and wondering how much longer the class was going to drag on. His cock was regrettably interested and he stifled an irritated huff when he shifted in his seat. Pulling the attention away from that, there was a buzz in his pocket.

S: What a surprise.

H: Don't lie, you knew about this.

S: Actually, I didn't, brat.

Harry snorted softly with disbelief and movement at the front of the room caught his eye as Severus twisted in his seat and looked back up at him. He couldn't help but smirk down at the man, and biting his lip he thumbed another message back.

H: Then a very NICE surprise.

S: Agreed. I would very much like to look at your notes after class.

Ah shit, sure the man knew he hadn't taken any…

H: Yeah, about that…

S: Detention, Mr. Potter.

Snorting out a giggle, Harry's face flushed brightly and he ducked his head so the surrounding people couldn't see him. His friend, on the other hand, was leaning back in his seat and angled smugly watching him much to his horror. Shooting his friend a glare, he tried to ignore him and everyone else around, glancing periodically at their lecturer.

H: This isn't high school, Mr. Snape.

S: Precisely.

A v formed between his brows as he lightly frowned at what the man was trying to say. He didn't quite understand, but shrugged it off and soon made contact with black eyes. Whatever happened during that lesson, he had no idea, and when they were let go, his phone lit up on the desk.

S: Meet me outside.

"Well, well, Potter." His friend spoke with mirthy tones and a smirk that rivaled Severus's, "Will you be gracing us with your presence this evening? Or is it okay to rent your room out for the weekend?"

"Who knows, we might even make it back to the house."

His friend made a choking sound, "Please, don't bring him round, are you serious? He's a sophisticated gentleman, Harry. He needs fine dining and champagne, not… Not ramen noodles and stale bread. Be classy, man."

"Wow, was that… dating advice?"

Rolling his eyes, the teen pushed Harry along so they could leave the lecture hall, "Whatever, just have fun and shag till you can't walk."

Funny, Harry thought, that's what he said…

With a pat on the back, Harry was soon left to wait in the corridor until Severus met him there. It was another five minutes before he saw him exiting with their Professor, but he excused himself and pointed in Harry's direction before bidding the man good day. Nervous and anticipated excitement, the butterflies were fluttering away in his stomach when his neighbor shot him one hell of a knowing and smoldering glance.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hi." The grin couldn't be helped, but it seemed the man was very glad to see him, "How did you manage to wrangle this, then?"

Severus nodded in one direction, and they set off walking, "Horace is a good friend of mine, we go way back. When he asked if I would be interested, I couldn't say no."

"And you really had no idea?"

"Harry, I don't even know what you're majoring in, how could I?" Severus winked, oh dear lord, he actually winked…

Harry was ready to combust on the floor, or push the man against a wall and beg until he got what he wanted. Of course, he had a small amount of dignity left, though how much of that remained at the end of the weekend, he didn't know. They continued to talk lightly through the corridors, until they came to an area Harry hadn't been to before and pursed his lips, getting the feeling he shouldn't be there.

"I know I study here, but I've never been around this place before."

"And I would be extremely interested to know why if you had of," Severus replied, though his tone was suggestive, "I believe this is where your lecturer's and other honorable guests reside."

"Makes sense." Harry mused, as they turned a corner and stopped outside a door.

The building itself was old, well everything was really, but it was grandeur and well maintained. It was true, he'd never been here and when they stepped into the refurbished room, he was surprised to see an old chalk board amongst the sitting area. It must have been an old classroom before the addition of newer lecture halls had been built. It was a comfortable space and he walked in further, dropping his bag at the foot of the couch before warm arms encircled him from behind.

Severus was burying his nose at the juncture of his neck and inhaled deeply, squeezing gently for added affect. Smiling, Harry let the positive emotions flow over him and he tilted his neck to give the man better access, something that was taken full advantage of as teeth began nibbling. He couldn't lie, this was exciting and reality was, this was what the man wanted, it's what Harry wanted, so when hands slipped into his jeans and found the half excited length, he wasn't surprised.

"I should have known."

"Known what?" Harry sighed, leaning back against Severus's chest.

"That you weren't paying attention in class."

Snorting, Harry shook his head, "No, I was concentrating. I focused on you shagging me in the lecture hall, against the whiteboard, the Dean's office…" He explained, as his growing erection was palmed, "The men's locker room, the library… My frat house…"

"My, my, what a delicious mind you have, Minx."

Groaning, he was hard in no time and brought his hands up behind himself to run his fingers into the dark locks, pulling gently as, no doubt, bruises began appearing along his neck. He didn't know why the man did this, was it to show everyone he was taken? That actually felt kind of nice, if not extremely inappropriate, but that was their entire relationship – whatever that might be defined as.

"But, you see, I too had a moment where the forty inch ruler became very intriguing… Especially when someone wasn't focused on his school work." To emphasize his points, Harry felt his balls throbbing with need as his erection was fondled articulately.

"Your voice is the most sinful thing I've ever experienced." Harry blurted out, letting the deep tones caress his mind, "I'm glad you're not a teacher."

Severus hummed questioningly, and was unbuttoning Harry's jeans, pushing them down slightly till they were loose enough to fall to the floor. He was glad the portraits didn't have eyes, feeling a little self-conscious as a portrait of the schools founder, Godric Gryffindor, hung directly over the fireplace and was in his immediate vision.

"You'd have a room full of horny teenagers frothing to get their hands on you." Harry gasped, when he erection was pulled free.

The rumbling sound from Severus laughing was caught against the skin on his shoulder as the man peered down at what he was doing, "No, we wouldn't want that now, would we, my darling Lolita?"

Harry made a labored grunting sound, his head falling backwards to rest against his neighbors shoulder, "Aren't we going to the bedroom?"

He received no response to this, instead the strokes along his erection quickened and he fisted his hands in the man's hair, arching his back into the touch. Closing his eyes with his face looking up at the ceiling, his moans were subtle and at the bite to his neck, he mewled rather loudly.

"God, you still make the most adorable sounds." Severus was whispering into his ear, and as Harry bucked his ass backwards, he could feel a solid mass in the mans trousers.

Grinning, Harry snuck a hand from up in the black hair down between his back and Severus's chest, feeling around for the delightful cock buried away in black slacks. The immediate resounding growl from his hand making contact with it from the older man had a shooting jolt of pleasure that came directly from his sack, and he felt his legs growing weak with unadulterated desire.

"Now, do it now." Harry groaned, moving both hands behind him and desperately trying to unbutton the mans pants to get his prize.

"Impatient little kitten." Severus was latched onto his earlobe again, which was probably an attempt to keep him upright before the hold grew more painful as he tried to lean forward in preparation, "I have much more planned for you."

"Y-You – No, I need you." Harry shamelessly begged, finally getting a hold of Severus's erection and feeling the heat, pulling it free.

"Very well." Severus purred, but Harry couldn't feel the man removing his tie until he was unceremoniously pushed forward and bent over the back of the couch.

Of course, he couldn't fondle his neighbor from this position and with his hands at the base of his spine, he went to move them when they were caught in a firm grip. Dread and fear, they were immediate, but when he felt the smooth texture of material against his wrists, his desire to be wanted and taken like this turned that hesitance into something smoldering. Of course Severus would do something like this, and he had a fair idea that the man was interested in restraining him, after all it wasn't the first time and it was unlikely to be the last.

"Be a good boy, and stay there a minute."

Harry managed to peer over his shoulder as the man walked around the couch and in front of him. Shallow breathing caused from his sensitive skin and desire to be with Severus, had him swallowing, thinking he would be getting that girthy length shoved down his throat as it lead the way, standing proudly through the gap in his pants. However, it didn't seem to be the case and Severus was walking towards the chalk board, only to pick up a wooden ruler that he remembered from his early school days.

Severus was smirking at him, and Harry couldn't decide what he wanted to ogle more, the ruler and by extension the man's smug expression, or the wanting and very ready cock pointed right at him. Licking his lips, he wanted to taste it again, wanted to bring pleasure to the man.

"Hurry up and get back here." Harry snapped in the silence, and Severus chuckled.

"That's no way to speak to your superior, Mr. Potter."

Oh, so this was the game they were going to play… Ugh, Harry should have seen it coming with the punishment and cheeky demeanor before he had been loosely tied and draped over the couch. He remembered fondly the day in Severus's home office, oh dear lord how he had been aching that day. His mouth gathered in saliva, his body reacting of its own accord as he recalled rocking back and forward in the mans lap. What a heady and intoxicating day… One to be repeated.

"Of course not, Professor Snape." He couldn't even say it without a grin, and wriggled his hips against the couch, feeling wrong in rutting against the brown leather, but knowing it could be easily wiped up.

"Now, how many indiscretions have you made today, hmm?" Severus's voice was as smug as it could ever be, and when he disappeared from view, Harry whined.

Unfortunately, the movements that had been fueling his pleasure were short lived and he felt hands at his waist, pulling him backwards a step so there was no longer the temptation available to get friction. The reason for this was made clear when a thwack resonated through the room as, what presumably was the ruler, landed right above the juncture of his cheek and thigh. It stung, horrendously so, but when a warm hand came down and massaged that area, he could feel the heat of it cause another sensation that he found exciting.

"I suppose we could attribute that to spraying the lovely lady in front of you with coffee." Severus commented wryly, and Harry found himself swaying his ass and trying to take a peek over his shoulder.

When the second swing made contact on his other cheek, slightly above where the last one had landed, his body tensed then relaxed at the warmth of slender fingers caressing him, "And this would be for not paying attention to your guest speaker."

He hadn't realised it until now, but Harry was panting, his eyes half lidded as he looked at the unlit fire ahead of him, "T-That's because the gu-uest spe-aker was too – " The next hit landed in the same spot as the first, and it stung far more than the first time, causing a teary development in the corner of his eyes.

He pulled on the restraints against his wrists, wanting to turn around or at least hold onto something so he could brace himself for the next hit. However, it never came he heard the clattering of wood against the varnished flooring before his cheeks were pulled apart and warmth enveloping the cleft of his ass. His body felt as though it was on fire and he could feel the tingling at the base of his globes adding to that heat.

"You'll never know how gorgeous you look right now, Harry."

The admission had him blinking and a single tear rolled down his cheek, not from crying, but from the last hit against his cheek. He knew, he could just feel, that his erection was shamelessly weeping from the lack of attention and his balls were tightening with tension, as did his thighs when the heat from Severus's tongue probed at his tight hole.

It was swift, he couldn't deny that, one minute he was bent over the couch, and the next his hands were untied and he was pushed up against the chalkboard almost on the other side of the room. His head hit the green board hard when he felt all of Severus's erection squeezing inside him and he wrapped his legs around the mans waist tighter in response.

Severus pressed his nose into the juncture of his neck, nuzzling and breathing deeply until he was completely sheathed inside. Harry's hands were holding on for dear life, his nails digging into the flesh of Severus's back as he adjusted to the size; quite convinced he never would but it was like his drug, the full feeling he associated with Severus.

"Move." Harry groaned, writhing against the wall, and subsequently Severus too.

The throaty laugh was expected, and he was delighted when he finally felt something deep inside him shifting, "Perhaps your next lesson should be patience."

"It wouldn't be a problem if you just went on and did it."

"Did… it?" Severus teased, moving only a little, before thrust back in gently.

"Ye-es! IT!" It was almost a desperate scream, but it seemed to have the desired affect when proper efforts were made.

Severus really was insatiable, for a man his age, Harry thought it was unfounded the stamina he had and after what felt like half an hour, he was a hot and sweaty mess against the black board. There was too much, Severus was pressed against him, he was warm, too warm, and had already come once, on his way to a second. Finally however, the tension seemed to break within the older man, and Harry was able to watch the most beautiful expression on Severus's face as he thrust in short consecutive bouts before his vision was distorted by black hair in a kiss.

. . .

"It's been an hour, when will it disappear?" Harry grumbled, bundled up on the couch with his head in Severus's lap as he lay sideways.

Said man didn't respond, instead Harry heard the snapping of a photo being taken and his head twisted around only to find the man had taken a photo of the black board. Narrowing his eyes, he then found himself looking into amused black orbs gazing fondly down at him, before a quip of the lips turned into a smugness Harry was rather familiar with.

"Prosperity, no?" Severus commented, turning the screen around and showing him what had been taken.

"Weirdo." Harry huffed, pushing himself up and finding he couldn't help but smile also, "I know you came for the lecture, but thanks for coming to see me."

Severus put his phone down and Harry was treated to the gentle touch across his cheek, "Did I not say a trip was going to be planned? Besides, the look on your face was well worth the surprise."

"Laughing at my misfortune. How wonderful." Harry huffed, but then leaned forward and took a kiss from the older man.

"Naturally." Severus chuckled, before sighing and seemingly relaxing into the couch, "Are you fine to walk?"

"I should be okay, why?"

"Well, there is still time in the late afternoon to take a tour of this lovely establishment, but if you'd rather recover…" Severus raised an eyebrow at him, but he wasn't going to be outdone.

"Okay, smart ass." Harry grinned, rolling off the couch to prove he was fine, "Let's go."

. . .

The sun was setting over Gryffindor and Harry was showing Severus around the campus, giving him the grand tour with achingly slow precision. Biting his lip, he flashed the man a cheeky smile when they passed the library, which was humming with life at this time of night. Bless the student body clock, awake in the night and asleep during the day.

"What are you thinking, Minx?" Severus asked, standing very close.

"Oh, I don't know." He grinned, raising an eyebrow and looking into the main foyer of the library, "The library gets awfully quiet around three in the morning."

"Is that so?" Severus smirked.

"And this over here is our famous and noble descendant, Godric Gryffindor. You might recognize him as the man in your room, terribly sorry about that."

"I'm glad he got to see such a loyal Gryffindor debauched this afternoon, by a Slytherin no less." Severus countered, which effectively shut Harry up.

"Potter!"

They both turned at the male voice calling out from behind them and it was one of his fraternity brothers with another couple he didn't recognize, they were obviously studying with their girls, which meant not a lot of studying had been done. They all came over and Harry went to partially stand in front of Severus.

"What are you up to lurking about out here, Potter?" His frat brother asked.

"Are you blind, Adams?" Lavender said, and Harry realized they were looking at Severus, "Clearly his dad's in town." The group then nodded with collective agreement and Harry felt like he wanted to be swept under the carpets to disappear.

"Beautiful campus, I must say." Severus chipped in, putting a hand on Harry's closest shoulder and patting it.

"Well I hope he shows you the trophy room, then he can gloat all about the championships we've won because of our star player. Come on, Potter, what are you doing? It's not a proper tour until you're been there – oh and on the way, better touch the lucky foot." His brother continued.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks guys." Harry said dismissively.

"I bet you'll want to see the frat house. We're on our way back now, so we'll make sure it's nice and tidy – not that it's messy mind – "

"We can pass through there later, for now we have dinner reservations." Severus commented, and Harry was grateful for the distraction, "Shall we?"

"Sure." Harry smiled, and started walking in the direction of their founder's statue.

He wasn't oblivious to their whispers, the girls grouping together and talking about how hot Severus was and a pity he didn't live in the area. Cringing, he looked down at his feet, trying to not let it get to him, he knew what they were doing was wrong but that was only the age difference. Besides, it was just sex, nothing wrong with that technically anyway. He felt a presence beside him as he stood at the feet of Godric Gryffindor and a dark gaze cast down on him.

"Dear merciful Lord Godric, please bless – "

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, smiling despite his confusion.

"Is this not how you address the great founder?"

Harry huffed with amusement, feeling his previous tension disappearing, "Uhm, no, we usually just touch his foot and acknowledge the presence. It's supposed to be good luck."

"Oh, well in that case," Severus rubbed the toe of the cast iron statue and nodded with an upwards glance, "Thank you for blessing me with this emphatic brat."

Grinning, Harry pulled on Severus's arm, giving the man a coy expression before glancing around the courtyard to see if there were any stragglers from his friends watching. It occurred that this really wasn't the best place to be cruising around, too many people knew who he was, he hated being labeled a superstar, but his face was literally everywhere.

"You want to get out of here?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Absolutely."

"Did you actually have dinner plans tonight, or – "

"I didn't no, but I'm sure you could think of a place that we could go to?"

Nodding, Harry thought for a moment, then smiled, "Did you have a car?"

"Your favourite." Severus smirked, pulling the key out of his pocket and showing the Jaguar logo.

Harry snatched the key right from the man's hands and giggled, stepping out of the immediate grasp and hopping at the next swipe, narrowly being missed. Severus had the predatory look on his face at this, but it only made Harry grin further and he darted off around a corner.

"Brat, come back here."

"Aren't you letting me drive? I do, of course, know my way around here." Harry sung, laughing freely, but finally misjudging his step and fell straight into the wall.

Severus firmly caught him and pressed his back against the stone, leaning close now that they were out of immediate view of anyone watching, "Careful Harry, you never know where this might lead you."

Harry sighed, his heart beating fiercely in his chest from the excitement and finding his green eyes glued to Severus's. He was then blessed with a kiss, chaste as it was, before they acceptably walked side by side to the car park where a deep burgundy Jaguar was parked. Harry actually had no idea where to take the man, but it seemed appropriate to take them out of the immediate vicinity where people were less likely to recognize him. The idea popped into his head straight away, recalling his time over summer and smiled as he started fiddling with the GSP system in Severus's center console.

"Head for here." Harry pointed, and Severus nodded as the car purred into life.

It was nice to be secluded, just the two of them, as they drove off campus and half way to their destination, Severus was reaching across the center to put a hand on the middle of his thigh. Harry made a point of looking surreptitiously at the older man and placed his hand on top of Severus's, it was nice and he reveled in it. Whilst the drive wasn't too long, Harry hit up Google Search to find a suitable restaurant they could eat at, he had been to the coast before but never for a proper meal.

The weather wasn't ever super wonderful, and even at this time of year the coolness sapped most people inside and away from the beaches. Not that you could really call them beaches, they were made of rocky dunes and pebbled shores, not the best for sun bathing or even really doing anything fun. However, there was what appeared to be a nice up market restaurant that might do the trick for them.

"I know it's different to back home, but welcome to the beach." Harry said as they drove along the beach front.

"I'm sure in summer it is nice."

"Well, if you like pebbled beaches, then sure. Pull in just up here." Harry pointed as his Google Maps application on his phone indicated they had arrived.

It looked all right from the outside, now it was time to see if it was all it cracked up to be. Perhaps if the rain held out, they could take a short stroll along the beach, but the dark clouds above could potentially put a hold on that. His door was opened suddenly, not having realised he'd zoned out and he stepped into the cool air. There was a bit of a breeze, but he'd experienced worse on this side of the continent, and smiled as Severus put his arm around his shoulders.

They were able to snag a table right by the windows and Harry was impressed at the décor within the restaurant, it was very nautical but with a lot of varnished wooden furnishings and a giant fire close to them. The wolf skins were a nice touch and gave it a lodge type feel. The table was short, small enough that when Harry shifted his legs, he could cross them and rub the toe of his shoe against the inside of the man's thigh and he grew coy at this knowledge.

Of course, Severus was not one to be fooled and when he realized what was happening, he took hold of Harry's ankle and kept it there, safely hidden under the table where no one could see his impending torture. Oddly enough, they both discovered that he had ticklish ankles, and after slamming his knee against the underside of their table a couple of times, he was finally let go as to not draw attention.

"Good to know." Severus was humming as their drinks arrived.

"Shut up." Harry pouted, looking down into his beer.

The meal was actually pleasantly surprising and by the time they had dessert, his stomach was bulging. It was definitely time to work off some of those calories, and after Severus generously paid for the bill, much to his frustration, he suggested they take a walk down the beach briskly. It was almost dark, only the brave at heart would be setting out so late along the shore, but he had limited time with the man, and he wanted to spend quality time with him. This included holding hands as they followed the lapping ocean water.

"Does it bother you, Harry?"

"Bother me?"

"Well, your friends…"

"Oh," Harry looked down and unconsciously tightened their intertwined fingers, "No, not really."

"Are you sure? You've been quieter than usual since we saw them." Severus noted, and Harry stopped them, rounding on his neighbor and taking the other hand so he was holding both.

"We both know what we're doing here, well… At least I think we do. And obviously there's a gap, but it doesn't concern me. We're having fun, right?" Harry was looking up at the man, smiling gently and feeling an emotion he'd never felt before.

"I am most certainly having fun," Severus replied, stepping into the gap between them and moving his hands to put them around Harry's waist, "My darling Lolita, so insatiable and generous. I fear, I'll never get enough of you." And to emphasize the point, Harry felt the man nuzzling against his neck, despite the fact they were both rather rugged up.

The feeling was very mutual, he couldn't put into words how intoxicating it felt to be sexually active with an older man, he seemed to be offering something that no one else could. In fact, he wanted to make sure Severus knew this, and glancing around he could tell they were the only ones in eyesight, so stepped back and dragged the man over to the rocky dunes.

A curious look sent his way as he directed the man to sit; it was all cleared up when he then made himself comfortable by spreading the defined thighs and kneeling on the jagged rocks. He was fully aware they had been in a similar situation before, this time however, they were on Harry's turf and he smirked when he rose up to give a quick peck on the lips to the man.

Skimming his fingers along the top of his neighbors thighs, they only stopped at the zipper of the man's trousers and quickly found what was currently soft. Even in this state, Severus managed to get his blood pumped and he wasted no time taking the flaccid cock in his mouth, getting it wet with saliva and tempting it into interest. Naturally, it didn't take long and he reveled in being able to make the man come undone this way.

Whilst he hadn't been experienced with anyone else, he knew just how Severus liked it, and even though he still couldn't get over the embarrassment of choking down as he deep throated, the growls he received as a reward had him doing it over and over.

"Christ." Harry heard the man cuss, though it was faint over the crashing of waves and the tinkering of pebbles going back out to sea.

A hand was woven through the black tresses of Harry's locks and he could feel the gentle fisting as he continued going with his blow job. Yes, it seemed a little ridiculous, being able to bring down a man as strong as Severus with a simple, and some might say juvenile, action but he couldn't get enough of the sensations. The scent of manly musk was heady, the vocal appreciation that went with it? Only causing his cock to harden as a result.

Gagging and spluttering away as he was, he made sure to massage the sack that was still partially buried within the black trousers, but he was committed and went to delve deeper when he heard a gasp, and it certainly didn't come from Severus.

"Goodness me, the shame of it."

It was a woman and what Harry assumed to be her husband, which startled him into leaning over Severus's thigh to hide the impressive girthy length he'd been choking on. The woman was clearly repulsed but he actually didn't care, all he was concerned about what the older man's modesty and glared at them both for the interruption.

Severus was tucking himself away, though Harry knew it would be painful since he was so hard, but he simply dusted off his stinging knees and smirked as the two adults promptly turned the other way, vocalizing their disgust at such animalistic and undignified actions. Grinning, Harry turned his head to address Severus, half shrugging a shoulder to be cute and bit his lip.

"Oops." He then giggled loudly, much to the apparent surprise of his neighbor.

"You cheeky little minx." Severus replied with smugness.

"Did you want me to drive back? I'd hate for you to be distracted and crash." Harry ran a finger over the bulge in Severus's pants, eager to get back to what he was doing.

"Oh, dear Harry, an extra hand means we'll be extra safe. You can trust me on that." Severus quipped, then pulled Harry in for a blistering kiss that he felt from the end of his nose to the tips of his toes.

. . .

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