A/N: Thank you all for your comments and support and sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger lmao

Harry was released the next day. Madam Pomfrey had to eventually dose him up on Dreamless Sleep Potion because he just couldn't relax, replaying the conversation with Professor Snape over and over in his head.

Could he possibly mean…? No, he was just fantasizing. He should not get his hopes up or they would be crushed. He spent the whole day beating himself up and when classes finally ended, he went to Snape's quarters with a heavy heart.

Hermione was right when she said that Snape was a direct man.

"If you are truly interested in pursuing a relationship with me, Mr. Potter, we can attempt such after your graduation."

"Oh," Harry said, feeling the hopes he didn't know he had cultivated shattering.

Snape frowned. "I assumed you would be happy by my reciprocated interest."

"I am! I'm truly happy, I honestly didn't expect that you would be interested in me." Harry shrugged. "I'm nothing to look at."

"You might need to get your glasses checked," Snape said with a smirk that soon disappeared. "You do not seem happy."

Harry blushed harder than ever; the heat spreading through his ears and neck. It was one thing to admit that he liked his professor, but it was another matter entirely to tell him the extent of his fantasies.

"Mr. Potter. I need a truthful answer, otherwise, I will think you do not want this. Why are you not happy that I want to pursue a relationship with you?"

"Merlin bollocks, why do you keep asking me to do this?" Snape gave him a shocked look and Harry groaned. "Okay. Fine. The truth is that half of me was scared that you would reject me again, and the other half was hoping you would fuck me against the table," he said, looking down on his hands. "Waiting wasn't on my mind."

Silence stretched between them. Harry took a quick peek at Snape. His head was resting against his hands, but Harry was able to see a faint blush.

"You want that too," he blurted out. "Don't you?"

Snape seemed to be looking everywhere but him. "...Yes."

Heat spread like a fire inside of Harry; his mouth dried up and he swallowed hard before trying to speak. "Then why… why wait? I'm right here. I want it."

"This is highly inappropriate."

"No one is going to know," Harry said desperately, shoving his shyness in the deepest recess of his mind. This might be his only chance! "I want you so bad. I want to swallow your cock, to taste you, I want to spread my legs open in front of you and watch you ramming your cock inside my arse…" He gulped, the shyness attempting to return, but he closed his eyes forcefully and kept going. "I want to moan your name, Professor Snape, and to hear you calling me names, choking me, abusing me…"

"Mr. Potter, stop."

Harry stopped immediately, looking down at his hands. His cock was throbbing painfully and he fought the need to wriggle on the chair to get more friction.

Snape stepped closer to him, holding his chin up and looking deeply into his eyes.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he said in a low voice.

Harry couldn't breathe. They were so close to each other Harry could have counted his eyelashes. Those black eyes weren't cold, they seemed to burn with everlasting fire; Snape's low voice sent shivers down his spine, and his mouth was so close to him and so tempting…

Harry leaned forward and kissed him.

For a terrifying second, Snape didn't kiss him back, but soon a groan escaped his throat and his lips moved against Harry's, taking control of him. Harry opened his mouth desperately, wanting more, and moaned when his professor's hot tongue searched his own.

Harry's mind felt foggy and indistinct from desire. He had tried to deny his sexuality for years. He had refused to masturbate, trying to fill in his days with studying and Quidditch so he didn't have time to think about sex. When Hermione brought him to the queer club, he had been overwhelmed. He had barely lasted a minute under the other guy's tongue and fucking had turned him into an incoherent mess.

He had thought nothing could be better than that. Boy, he was wrong.

When Snape's kisses trailed down his neck, he thought he would burst with pleasure. The fact that it was Professor Snape there, the man that taught him Potions, the man he had admired since a young age, the man he had a crush on, the man he had fantasized about… All of that made the kisses so much sweeter.

Slender fingers found the hem of Harry's shirt and his breath hitched. They moved over his chest and back, leaving a trail of fire and delicious shivers. He moaned and his mouth was devoured again, possessive and demanding, and he relented control, feeling utterly secure and loved.

A sudden noise outside of the classroom startled both of them. Snape removed his hands from under his shirt quickly and Harry felt cold dread spreading. He raised his eyes to the man, mouth open, lips swollen, asking for more.

They waited breathlessly, but nothing happened. The noise didn't seem connected to them as it didn't happen again and no one knocked on the door.

"Professor…" Harry said in a raspy voice, scared beyond measure that he would stop what they were doing. Snape put a finger on his lips, turning to look at him. His pupils were dilated with lust.

"I won't stop."

Harry nodded, trusting him. Snape raised his wand and cast a few complicated charms on the classroom.

"What is that?"

"Privacy wards, so we won't get interrupted. Now, I believe you mentioned something about a desk?"

Harry let out a loud moan. "Oh, yes."