Happy New Year! Sorry I'm a bit late with this! I'll do my best to finish the last chapter soon, so you can have it next week! Because yes, we only have one chapter left! Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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The Candy
And happy Christmas it was indeed.
Harry woke up the next morning grinning from ear to ear, feeling much more excitement from the red marks on his neck than from his presents – no matter how many and amazing they were. He opened his gifts still numb in mind and yet hypersensitive in body from last night, but as he unwrapped his usual green Weasley jumper and his heart suddenly filled up with warmness towards his surrogate family, a part of his brain was still replaying the events of the previous evening with details and even a quite remarkable sound system.
Snape's deep, throaty moans were the best gifts one could get. At least that was the Chosen One's firm opinion on the subject.
Just as he was pulling the warm, knitted pullover over his head, someone knocked on their door. Not even waiting for the answer, bushy brown and flaming red haired girls stormed through the door. Hermione all but jumped at Ron, who was barely out of bed yet. Harry heard the words book and thoughtful but still didn't understand the sudden enthusiasm.
"She got a very rare book," explained Ginny, sitting next to the Chosen One. "And I mean very rare. I don't know how he got his hands on it. Hermione has been going on and on about it all year."
"The one about Gringotts history?" Asked the greened eyed young man, smiling.
"That's the one."
They watched the other two lying on the bed arms around each other, laughing and Harry felt a sudden sadness wash over him. He could have had this with Ginny. Dating for a couple of years, then marriage and children. Laughter, love, happiness until his last day.
Instead, he chose Severus Snape. Did he even have a future with the man? How long would this last? What did this even mean?
"Happy Christmas, guys!" Neville joined their merry group, still wearing blue striped pyjama bottoms and a dark blue jumper.
"Happy Christmas!" Answered Ginny and the others, too, after her.
"Hey, Gin," Neville smiled at the redhead. "What are you up to today?"
Ginny considered him for a second, and then grinned. "Snowball you into to ground." With that she smacked Harry's pillow to the young wizard.
Neville laughed and threw it back at the girl. "Challenge expected. But Harry's in my team."
"What? That's unfair!" She cried after him as Neville sneaked out to the bathroom. She turned and glared at Harry as if it had been his fault that he was chosen. "You will help me, won't you?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.
Harry gasped dramatically. "And betray my comrades? No way, Ginny! I am an honest man!"
"The hell you are!" Ron snorted, sitting up. "But we'll see after breakfast."
"We should get going," Hermione added. "I want to see everybody's face when they walk in the Great Hall."
"Well then," Harry motioned to the door smiling. "Get out of here so we can change."
"See you downstairs," the redhead girl said then skipped out, while Ron went after Neville. Hermione stood too, but before she would walk out, she turned to Harry.
"You look happy," she commented quietly, but beaming.
"It's Christmas, Hermione. Of course I'm happy," laughed the Saviour.
"Oh I see," smirked the witch. "Did Santa give that to you, as well?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the wizard's neck.
Harry blushed and immediately covered the red mark as if that could make it disappear. "Not exactly," he said, peaking up at Hermione.
"No wonder, you're so happy," laughed the witch, then she turned suddenly serious. "Please be careful, Harry. Find out what he wants first, alright? I don't want you hurt in the end."
Harry stared at the girl's back as it disappeared behind the door. First, he should find out what he himself wanted, shouldn't he?
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The members of COCK sat at their tables almost literally glowing with pride. Professors and students both gaped at the beautiful decoration of the room and the young witches and wizards couldn't be more proud of themselves.
Harry and the rest of his group happened to choose the exact same table where the Boy Who Lived had an orgasm last night. The memories of that rather remarkable event didn't leave Potter alone and it certainly didn't help that he knew, his plate – with the Christmas tree shaped pancake – was the one that ended up on the ground. But at least Headmaster Snape wasn't present yet, which meant, Harry could at least have a couple of bites for breakfast even though his stomach was a big knot, while his heart continued to beat in his throat making him unable to swallow anything. Anything solid at least.
Astoria and Malfoy strolled in, hand in hand. The Gryffindor was happy to see that his friend and his soon to be wife seemed to work out their problems completely. With one last kiss on the cheek, Astoria sat with some of her fellow Ravenclaws, while Draco joined their table.
"Good job, Potter. I didn't know Christmas kitsch was your specialty."
"Neither did I," laughed the Saviour. "My only problem is, I don't know what job would require being good at decorating, catching small golden balls and killing homicidal maniacs. If you hear about one please let me know, you might have just found my calling."
Draco laughed darkly. "Don't forget breaking and entering."
"Oh no, that's Hermione's specialty," Ron grinned.
"I hope that's not the only thing I'm good at..." the girl murmured.
Minerva held a small speech after breakfast, thanking COCK – she used their more formal name – their hard work, after which she announced when the Christmas ball would start. Though the event officially only began at seven, they expected the family members from five, therefore, the deputy headmistress asked all the students to be prepared by that time.
Meanwhile, Draco pulled out a vivid orange bag from his pocket. "Candy, anyone?"
Harry laughed. "If you think I'm willingly accepting anything from you, you're deluded."
"You can," Ron said taking a piece. "These are George's, aren't they? Completely harmless." After a second of hesitation, he added, "Well... you know. Not that way harmful, anyway."
The Slytherin raised the bag, so that everyone could see the three golden Ws on the sack. "I wouldn't say harmless. There are tricky ones in there, which make you sing Christmas Carols. The rest is just fudge."
As if on mark, Ron started singing Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. He was so horrible, Hermione casted a Silencing Charm on him.
"Here," The blond said, throwing one at Harry. "Try it, if you dare."
Harry just pocketed it. For reasons perfectly clear for everyone at the table, he was still a bit distrustful.
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They spent the whole day outside, enjoying their well earned free time. Harry and Luna were building a snow- Crumple-Horned Snorkack in the most of the forenoon while discussing the possibility of its existence. Or more like, the blond witch did her best to convince Harry, who decided it was easier to agree. The redhead Weasleys and Malfoy on the other hand decided to show their appreciation of their teachers by making a snow statue of them. This way, no matter where they went, students of Hogwarts could always meet one of their not so liked teachers glaring at them from behind bushes or trees. It was rather creepy – even if the statues were made of snow.
During the afternoon, another Gryffindor joined them, true to his promise. And thus the challenge begun. Soon however, the snow ball fight between Ginny and Neville grew into a full blown war between more than twenty students. The COCK members and their friends divided into two groups and the viscous battle begun behind swiftly erected snowwalls.
The Chosen One was caught off-guard when a certain redhead girl attacked him from behind. The cold bomb that smacked to Harry's nape, wasn't enough, Ginny came right after it, throwing herself bodily at the young man. The Saviour staggered and fought heroically to stay upright. He gathered his strength and run for it, trying to shake of the girl, but she clutched onto him like a baby bat. They laughed happily, until the Saviour tripped and dived head first into soft, fresh snow.
"You okay, Harry?" Shouted a booming voice, not far from them.
The Gryffindor looked up and around, and even though his glasses were covered in snow, he could still spot the huge dark blotch on the road. The huge dark blotch wasn't alone. There was another blotch next to it, smaller but darker.
Quick cleaning charms were casted and Harry pushed his glasses back on his nose which was, no doubt red by the sudden contact with ice cold snow.
"Yeah, fine, Hagrid!" He shouted back grinning, then let Ginny pull him up. He watched the girl head back to the others before he jogged to the two dark blotches. He slowed down right in front of them, trying to get the tons of snow off from his front.
"Hey Hagrid, Professor Snape," he welcomed the men, who witnessed his defeat.
The half-giant pat him on the back and thanks to that all the snow fell off him, his clothes and glasses almost following. "Hullo there, Harry. Merry Christmas!"
And with that, the Saviour of the Wizarding World was swept into a bone breaking hug. He smiled, patting his big friend's shoulder, saying, too, "Marry Christmas, Hagrid." As they parted, Harry grinned at him. "So when's Madame Maxime arriving?"
"Oh, I just got an owl from her. She will be a tad bit late. Her Abraxans got lost in a snow storm and she only realized it when the Spanish Aurors knocked on her window. She should be here around eight, she said."
"She's okay though, right?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Hagrid laughed. "You know her. Clever and charming woman, she is. She explained the situation in a second and the Spanish were really helpful. The horses had a bit of whiskey and they were on the way here, right away," grinned the half giant proudly. "That reminds me, I have to go and get their stables ready."
Waving his bin lid sized hand, he said goodbye, leaving a quiet Headmaster and Potter behind. Harry wasn't sure what to say, so he just watched Hagrid's huge back getting away, perfectly aware of the dark gaze on him. When Hagrid was only a black blotch once more, but the Slytherin was still staring at him, Harry decided it was time to face certain problems again.
"Hello," he said awkwardly then finally looked at Snape.
"Hello," came the calm answer.
As conversations went, they had worse than this, the Gryffindor concluded. "Ready for tonight?" He inquired, as he started walking towards the Castle and the others.
"As ready as one can be, I believe."
After this, it was silence again. As they walked next to each other, with arms brushing and casting sparks, no doubt, Harry wondered what he could say on this nice sunny day that would make last night repeat itself in one way or another. Then, he remembered that honesty had helped a lot last night. It should help this morning too.
"You know..." he said stopping all of a sudden, "I would really like to kiss you right now."
Snape looked around quickly and even though no one was within earshot, he glared at the brave Gryffindor.
"I'm not an idiot," added the brash young man quickly. "I won't do it. I'm just saying... I want to."
The Chosen One waited for a response, any response really, with heart drumming wildly.
"Nice scarf you have there. Christmas gift?" The man asked and that certainly wasn't the response the Gryffindor needed or expected. Especially since he was wearing Snape's black scarf in the first place.
He answered anyway. "It was a gift, but not for Christmas. He gave me something else for that occasion."
Voice dropping an octave, Snape asked, "And did you like it?"
"Oh very much indeed," Harry admitted bluntly and blushing madly, but not quite caring about that right now. "I just hope I won't get the next part next Christmas. I'm not sure I can wait that long."
Eyebrows shot up at the speed of dashing fairies. "And whatever makes you think, there will ever be a next part?"
"Oh..." The Gryffindor mumbled with a tight throat. "Well, won't there?"
"Most certainly not. Christmas comes once a year, Potter."
"That doesn't mean we have to, as well."
Snape stared at him, disbelief written all over his face. Harry just shrugged, smirking a bit.
"Control your tongue, Potter," snapped the Headmaster, looking around once again.
"Oh now you want that. Last night it was quite the opposite, wasn't it?"
"Last night-"
"Was good and if you say otherwise, you're lying. I was there, Snape. Right under you, remember?"
"All too well, Potter." Black eyes were hard on him, but the Gryffindor straightened his stance and glared right back.
"I can't get you out of my head." The young wizard said quietly and with reserved passion.
"I didn't even try," sighed the professor, as he started walking towards the Castle once more. "I could barely sleep."
"Can I see you tonight?" Asked the Chosen One eagerly. "And by see, I mean something else, just so you know."
"You shouldn't," the Slytherin said and Harry heard the man's voice was shaking slightly.
"That wasn't the question. Let me rephrase this, professor. If I knock on your door tonight, will you let me in?"
They reached the bottom of the stairs. Snape stopped again and looked at Harry and the previous uncertainty was gone from him. He turned completely towards the green eyed man, his gaze searching for something on the young face.
"I imagine, there is only one way for you to find out." With that, the Headmaster rushed up the stairs.
The gobsmacked young man just stared after him. Was that an invitation? He gulped already excited about this evening but his throat was too dry. He remembered the candy from the morning so he fished it out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
It was only later, when it all melted that he realized he wasn't singing Christmas Carols but the candy didn't even taste like fudge.
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An hour later, the Boy Who Lived and Was Currently Incredibly Embarrassed was running up the stairs all by himself. He was heading towards the Infirmary, hoping that Madame Pomfrey was in a good mood and would give him some Drought of Peace – or any kind of sedative really – while not asking any questions at all. The last part was very important because the young man was sure, there was no way in hell he would discuss his current discomfort with the mediwitch.
His current discomfort, that was once again all thanks to a smugly grinning blond Slytherin, had been bothering him almost ever since he had eaten that candy. It had started with a weird but not at all unpleasant twist in his lower region. He had thought at first it was all because of his expected next meeting with the professor but a few minutes later he had been forced to admit that was, in fact, not the case. His imagination was good, but not that good.
He had tried to soften the problem simply by thinking of something else and not a dark headmaster but it had been quite useless. He had thought even about Dementors and yet his body would still be screaming for him to find some privacy and release. Not necessarily in this order.
He had decided it was easier to oblige. He had apologized and run away – that was when he had seen the smugly grinning blond Slytherin – and before he knew he had found himself in the Gryffindor dormitories all alone.
Then he had gone for the release part. The biggest fraction of his problem occurred then. No matter how hard he had grasped, how slippery his hand had been, how well he had recalled certain features of a certain man he was to meet that evening, the well needed oblivion had still eluded him.
Hence the sudden need for sedatives but no questions.
Panting because of two completely different reasons, the Boy Hero finally stepped through the doors of the Infirmary.
The second he reached the white beds, he realized Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be asking any questions from him, because Madame Pomfrey wasn't there. This wasn't luck as one could assume. This was a horrible joke only Destiny found hilarious.
"I'll be there with you in a second," said a deep voice.
Harry was about to turn around and run, but Snape meant a second when he said it and there he was right in front of the Gryffindor before the young man could even move a muscle.
He looked rather confused, when he realized who the visitor in need was. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Potter?"
To his credit, Snape acted normal. There wasn't any teasing accent, an octave deep voice, nothing at all. The distant, cool tone made it certain that Harry understood, right now they were headmaster and student, nothing more.
Which brought up an even bigger problem.
"Uhm... you know what? I'm fine, it's already gone." The Chosen One turned to leave but the doors closed before he could reach them.
"Come now, Mr. Potter. You wouldn't have come here were it not something serious. I know for a fact that you are quite capable of dealing with minor injuries. Tell me what happened," ordered the man, his tone clearly indicating he wouldn't tolerate any resistance.
"I... I can't. Really, I'm okay now," shrugged Harry with a weak smile.
In reality he was as far from okay as one could possibly be. His lower region was almost on fire from the second he had seen his professor. That didn't really help him thinking clear. Not that he was doing that with Snape around anyway. But now, it was even worse.
"Potter," sighed the professor, "whatever the matter, I hope you do know you can count on my professionalism and secrecy. Madame Pomfrey went away to visit family and she won't be back until the end of the holidays. I assure you, I am perfectly qualified to help you with whatever you need."
The answer, "I need you to fuck me senseless," was on the tip of the Saviour's tongue and the only reason he didn't say it aloud was because he was so turned on by that thought that he bit his tongue while thinking it.
"No, I don't need help from you," groaned the prank victim.
"So your problem is with me," The former spy stated. "All the potions Poppy administers are brewed by me and-"
"I know you're brilliant, professor. No doubt you could help me if I had any problem. But I don't. It was just a headache, but it's gone already. Probably the cold air, or something." Harry tried his best to act nonchalantly but the throbbing hardness between his legs made it rather impossible.
The professor leaned against one of the beds and crossed his arms on his chest. The Gryffindor knew he was in trouble once again, which was quite unfair, given this really wasn't his fault. Snape's words from the last time he had to help after a prank gone wrong echoed in Harry's lust filled mind. There were many things he could still try to sort this out – he wasn't willing to risk losing Snape. He was sure about that at least.
"A headache?"
Harry knew the man was seeing through his lie straight away. "Yeah, just that. Nothing serious."
"As I see, you have two choices here, Potter. You can either be honest, tell me what the problem is, and I will do my best to help you, or you can continue to lie and I can promise you, in this case, we will not be seeing each other ever again. I do not like being deceived, as you well know."
"Sir, I can't. Really. Please believe me. I wouldn't say a word to Madame Pomfrey either. It's too embarrassing."
The Headmaster considered him frowning slightly. "That means it's a prank once again. What did Draco do to you now?"
"Sir, really... please, just leave it. Let me go, and I can sort this out on my own."
"Sit up there," said the man instead and pointed at one of the beds. Harry complied, looking away. "Do you not trust me, Potter?" The older wizard asked suddenly.
The Chosen One snapped up his head and answered without hesitation, "Of course I do. But this isn't about trust..."
"Yes, it is."
"No," Harry argued vehemently. "It's not. I trust you with my life. But this is..." he sighed deeply. He wanted to crawl under the covers. "You warned me, but I didn't listen."
"What exactly did I warn you about?" The wizard sounded a bit confused.
"About the more... oh god just bury me... the more intimate tricks, Draco might do." By the end of the sentence, the Saviour's voice was almost inaudible.
"The more- oh."
"Oh exactly," breathed the raven haired young man and this time he did bury his head into the soft pillow. "It was a candy." He murmured into the fabric.
"Did it... affect your uhm... front or back?"
"Please just let me go..."
"Answer me," demanded the Headmaster. "The more you tell me, the sooner I can help."
"Just give me a Calming Draught or something."
"Potter," said the man with another deep sigh. "I know Draco and unless he wanted to go easy on you, which given your past I honestly doubt, no potion can help you here."
"Good," Harry growled, still unwilling to look up, "now that we made that clear, I can go, right? You can't help."
"That is not what I said." The professor said carefully. "Potions cannot help you."
Harry, head still on the pillow, slowly turned towards the professor. He stared at the man for a couple of second, or maybe hours then he simply said, "No."
"Tell me what the problem is. There might be a spell-" Snape started but Harry knew he didn't believe it either.
"There won't be a spell."
"Of course there won't be a spell, Potter," snapped the headmaster. "We both know what has to be done and we both know why Draco is doing this to you."
"And that's exactly why I don't want to."
"If I'm not mistaken, and hour ago you would have been more than eager to-"
"I'm still more than eager to, and to be honest, that is the problem why I'm here. I'm more eager than I can handle."
The headmaster stepped closer but Harry buried his head back into the pillow.
"I only wish to help," whispered the former spy. He put a hand on Harry's back. Just put it there. It didn't move, it didn't caress the Chosen One – it was just there, being warm and reassuring.
"I don't want to lose you..." The green eyed man murmured into the fabric, his voice barely perceptible. "You said-"
"I know what I said. And I wish I were strong enough to uphold it. It is my fault, as well, that you are currently in this situation. Draco is unfortunately perfectly aware of my interest in you, hence the nature of his pranks. I should have stopped him earlier."
"Why didn't you?" Asked the Gryffindor looking up shyly into endless black eyes.
"Maybe I enjoyed them just too much myself."
"Maybe?" Harry let the edge of his mouth curl slightly.
"Certainly would be more accurate."
The Saviour sat up again. "So you would help?"
"Before I answer that, I need to know two things," Severus explained, leaning against Harry's bed. "One, what is your exact relationship with Ginevra Weasley?"
"What?" Blurted the green eyed wizard confused.
"I have seen you with her this afternoon. You seemed happy."
"I was happy," said the Gryffindor looking at his professor's profile. "She's a very good friend of mine and we were having fun. And besides, it's Christmas. Everyone was happy."
"Friend?" Inquired the Headmaster looking sideways at him.
"For a while now, yes. I don't want anything from her, and given she's kissing Neville nowadays, I assume she doesn't want anything from me either. Why do you ask?"
Snape remained quiet but his silence said more than words could.
"Oh! You're jealous?" Harry grinned. "Now that's just adorable."
"Take that back, Potter," flared the former spy, "or I leave you here with your little problem."
"Not to be boastful or anything," Harry peaked down at his lap, "but I wouldn't really call this problem little."
The noise that came out of the Slytherin was half way between a snort and groan. "Cheeky brat," the man commented turning towards him. "That brings us to my second question. What is exactly your problem? Tell me everything what happened."
Harry swallowed hard. "It's quite simple actually. I ate a candy and now I'm hard as fuck but can't come."
He knew he shouldn't be but he was rather proud that his blunt confession made Headmaster Severus Snape blush madly.
"Did you try-"
"I did. I tried so hard, my hand is still sore."
Snape breathed in deeply. "You think you're funny, don't you? What if I say, you have to stay like this the rest of the day?"
"But we both know, that is not what you will say, is it, Severus? You will offer to help me out. This was Draco's plan from the bloody beginning, wasn't it? First he made me lose my clothes to see, if you're interested. You were. Next, he made me fall in love with you to see if you can be tempted to break the rules. You were. And now, he's giving us a chance to not just break those rules but demolish them. Little does he know, we crossed that bridge last night."
"We did not yet cross any bridges, Potter. Bridges will only be crossed when this will be public. Until then we can stop and forget."
The Chosen One rolled his eyes. "Just because I didn't tell anyone, it doesn't mean I don't want it to happen over and over again," Harry said, shaking his head. "Of all I care, we can announce it tonight, if that will make you believe I'm bloody serious about crossing bridges."
"Announce it? Are you mad? Do you want me in Azkaban now?" Snapped Snape glaring at the young man.
Harry grabbed the wizard's shirt and pulled him closer. "Severus, for Merlin's sake, all my blood is throbbing in my cock right now, it's quite hard to concentrate on what you're saying, okay? I don't want you in Azkaban, I want you inside me. Right this fucking instant, if possible."
Demanding lips attacked his mouth right away. Snape stepped between his legs, grabbed the underside of his knees and jerked him closer. The Gryffindor moaned, thrusting his tongue into hot mouth where it slid against another wet flesh. As Snape grinded against him once again, their kiss became more fervent and less controlled. With hand grasping into raven hair, he bit swollen lips, till the soft flesh even bled slightly.
When the Slytherin finally unzipped his jeans, the trembling young man uttered a rather lion-like deep groan. Snape pulled away slightly and looked down as he pulled the blue jeans off Harry.
"Well, that is indeed a rather big problem," he murmured, biting into his lower lip.
"Shouldn't you be working on it then?" Grinned the Saviour.
Snape looked back into his eyes. His gaze was lustful and promised wicked things. "What's the magic word?"
"Right now." Harry answered, leaning back slightly.
Snape smirked and pushed him back onto the bed "So bloody cocky. One should teach you a lesson, Potter."
"Aren't you the professor?" Asked the Chosen One, watching as the headmaster slowly dragged his hand down his chest and stomach. "Teach me something."
Severus leaned over him and pushed his shirt up so he can touch naked skin. And he did indeed but not with his hand. He used his mouth and tongue. He licked Harry's nipples one after the other, until they became as hard as the young man's certain other part. He kissed and caressed with his thin lips and then he used his slightly stubbly jaw to turn the Boy Hero into a quivering mess. When that was done, he said, "Here's your first lesson, Potter." He moved slightly lower on the other wizard and slowly, pulled off the simple black boxers. He waited – his mouth hovering over thick throbbing hardness, until green eyes turned to look at him. "Never mess with a Slytherin."
And right there, in Hogwarts' Infirmary, Harry learned his lesson. As Snape's mouth moved on his erection, he learned his lesson over and over again. It was as if someone had removed a plug and by doing so he could finally reach all the orgasms he had previously tried so hard to achieve. But that wasn't enough for his system. Even though he was shooting his seed down Severus' throat, his cock was still hard, even harder than before, if that was possible.
Snape must have understood this better than Harry because the older wizard didn't pull away when the first wave subsided. He slowly kept on moving. The Gryffindor looked down, his sight hazy, but he could still see that the endless black eyes were stuck on him, observing each and every constriction on his face and body. His come dribbled out of the Slytherin's mouth, wetting his red cock even more. As his professor reached the tip of his erection and his tongue shifted over the soft and currently very sensitive head, Harry grasped into the covers and threw his head back again.
Though he didn't see anymore, he felt with certainty that Snape was smirking as he traced the whole length of his cock with his lips then took his balls into his wet mouth and sucked on them.
Fingers spread out widely moved on his chest upwards, shifting sensually on his tensing muscles. When they found a nipple they tweaked it, making the Chosen One take a sharp breath.
"It's not enough... please Severus..." he begged, arching away from the bed. His head hung in the air, the blood flowing back there made him dizzy as hell.
The Slytherin curled his right hand around the Saviour's hard cock, and started teasing the thick, pulsing shaft. He pumped up and down, his grip more firm around the top. He used his thumb to caress the side of the head, making Harry cry out in frustration. The young man pleaded for release, his words morphing into moans somewhere in the middle of his throat.
Luckily, Snape still understood him. The wizard took the wet head into his mouth again, his tongue swirling around the top, licking away the precome. Meanwhile, he didn't stop the pumping motion, but made it faster and harder. He jerked his long fingers up and down on Harry's hard cock while sucking the soft head.
The Gryffindor groaned almost continuously now, thrashing his body on the bed. He crossed his legs on the headmaster's back, hips smashing up, thrusting his cock in out of Snape's mouth. For a second, he was scared, that no matter how intense the sensation was he still wouldn't be able to come.
"Severus..." The Saviour moaned desperately and with that Snape's hand shuddered slightly, throwing his previous rhythm off course. And then Harry finally came with a shout of pure ecstasy. His whole body arched away from the bed, all his muscles constricting at one moment. He fell back between white sheets, utterly spent, feeling weak and unable to move ever again.
Moments, hours or eons later, the Chosen One felt a cleaning charm wash over him. He was lifted up, dressed and arranged on the bed, then promptly covered by crispy, cool blankets. He felt as Snape leaned closer to him, but was too numb to open his eyes. He just let out a content noise and smiled.
Severus kissed him softly but the Gryffindor didn't even try to return the gesture. He just meowed again.
"This was the second time," the former spy whispered darkly, leaning to the Boy Hero's ear, "that I came in my pants like a schoolboy because of you. The next time, I'll be coming deep inside you."
Harry groaned appreciatively and tried to wave his arms around the man but he got tangled in the covers. "That's sounds good," he mumbled then.
"See you tonight," said the black haired wizard, then Harry could hear his departing steps.
"You better open that damn door, when I'm knocking..." he sighed close to actually falling asleep.
"It has always been open to you..." whispered a deep voice but it might have been just a dream already.
