Lesson 1
Snape threw a pile of books in front of Harry and the boy watched as plumes of dust shot like volcanic eruptions from the pages and began to dance and float in the draft. Harry coughed as the dust settles in his lungs.
"Doing a bit of light reading, are we?" he asked, earning him a glare that traveled down the long nose of his professor.
"We are going to be studying the subjects of which you are incompetent, which, much to both of our misfortunes, seems to be all of them."
A groan escaped from him before he could think. "You can't be serious!"
Snape cuffed him upside the head none too gently. "Gravely so. Your parents have entrusted your studies to me and I refuse to let your ineptitude sully my reputation as an educator. Though getting you up to par may be the most momentous challenge I've yet face I assure you it shall be done."
"But I thought…?"
"That I only wished you here to use your body for my own means? While that may suit me, in order to avoid suspicion of the illegality of our present situation we must make some form of progress as far as your studies are concerned."
"Insufferable git," Harry muttered.
He gasped as a hand found a way into his hair, giving a sharp yank at the unruly locks and pulling his head back. A warm feeling spread from the site of those curled fingers and spread its heat in a burning trail of arousal down his body.
"You'll do well to remember respect, pet."
"Y-yes, Sir!" Harry whimpered automatically.
He tried to hide the shiver Snape's voice had sent down his spine but the older man read him as easily as he could the chemistry book lying open on the table in front of the boy. And chemistry was one of his best subjects.
"Behave yourself, pet, and perhaps you'll earn yourself some play time, hmm?" Snape whispered before pressing his lips where Harry's ear met his neck, reveling in the soft moan that bubbled from the boy's exposed throat. He let go of the soft tresses and straightened his back. "Now, turn to page 394."
With a dazed look in his eye but a renewed energy, Harry complied. They spent hours pouring over each subject. Snape encouraged Harry to ask the questions he'd been embarrassed about in class, afraid of being seen as slow or stupid. Severus reviewed each answer thoroughly, explaining the text without making him feel incompetent, much to the boy's surprise. He had expected the usual amount of snark and mean comments but was instead met with patience and intense focus. Snape quickly memorized which methods the boy learned best from and committed himself to teaching the material in that fashion. Harry was not an auditory learner, in fact it seemed the boy barely listened at all. Instead, if Snape could create or explain diagrams of the subjects the information clicked for him almost seamlessly. And it helped when Harry had something to do with his hands. At first he had fidgeted endlessly, distracting Severus and causing him to become short with the boy who had dropped his head in rebuke when Snape made a passing comment on it.
"I'm sorry, it's just… hard to sit still. It feels like I'm floating away if I don't move. It's not that I'm not listening, honest!" Harry said, embarrassed.
Snape thought for a moment before an idea struck him. "Harry, have you ever thought of taking up knitting or crochet? I feel you might benefit greatly from the experience."
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that for girls?"
"On the contrary," the older man said. He left the room and grabbed a set of needles and yarn from his basket in the sitting room and brought them to Harry. "When I feel restless I find it a great comfort to knit. Let me show you."
He took the needles in hand and began winding the yarn, knotting the end before beginning to loop the soft threads around the needle shaft. He went slowly and explained each step before handing the items to Harry.
After a few awkward attempts at handling the needles, Harry threw them on the table in contempt. "This is ridiculous, how do you make it look so simple?"
Snape chuckled. "Practice, pet. Practice and patience." To punctuate the statement he began to go through the process again.
Harry watched Severus' slender fingers avidly. He loved the way the deep blue yarn contrasted with his fair skin, how his hands deftly looped the strings and pulled them through to knot the strands into the beginnings of a pattern. Just think of what those hands could do to you. The thought caused him to blush.
"Hand it over, I wanna try!"
Snape raised an eyebrow in amusement as he presented the equipment to the boy. With careful movements, Harry began to imitate what he'd observed Snape doing. Before long he had a strand of perfect knots. He smiled up at Snape shyly.
"Is this okay?"
"That's wonderful, Harry. Keep going."
This time when Snape asked him to recite the information back to him after their lesson, the boy did so without even a glance up from his needle work. Snape closed the book, the thud causing Harry to start.
"I do believe that covers today's scholarly activities, as well as some extra curriculars," he gestured to the knitted chain curling around itself in Harry's lap. It was a single strand, but it was a start. Snape was impressed by how quickly the boy had caught on to both the hand work and the lesson.
Harry smiled shyly at him again and his stomach felt like a hurricane inside at the bat of those long, thick lashes. "If we're done for the day… I do believe you said something about… playtime?"
"Come now, pet, there's no need to be shy. In my presence you may ask for what you wish. I believe we're past the point of such formalities unless you're in the mood for a game. In which case, you can be as coquettish as you please. Although if you do so," he leaned down over the boy to whisper in his ear, "you're at my mercy."
Harry shivered, Snape's breath ghosting over his ear. "I'm always at your mercy, Severus. But that's alright," he turned his head to look the man in the eye, their lips inches apart.
"I like it that way."
Snape's breathing slowed when he felt those words against his lips, even as his heart thundered out of control at their implication. He closed the distance between them, capturing Harry's mouth in a fierce kiss. The boy squeaked in surprise and his hands shot out to grasp the billowing robes in front of him on instinct. He opened under the onslaught, allowing Severus' tongue into his mouth to explore as he hungrily sucked at the invading muscle, causing Snape to groan. He pulled away to gather himself but swore when he looked at the younger man. Harry's eyes were blown wide with lust, his cheeks flushed and lips wonderfully bruised.
"Severus…"
"Tell me what you want, Harry."
"Anything," he said, voice soft, "everything."
Snape kissed him again, hard. Harry rocked his hips against him and they both let out gasps.
"Turn around. I'll have you over my desk, just like the first time."
"Fuck, yes!"