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To: harry_luvs_snape @ yahoogroups.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: FIC: Love Potion Online
Love Potion Online
by Goldsnitcher and RealSevvie
Severus Snape sat stiffly at his table, watching other diners eat, and wondering when -- or if -- his companion would show up. He had never met Godric's Own before; nevetheless, they knew each other well, for they had been talking online for months.
Severus fiddled with his glass of wine, then stilled his hands once he noticed their fidgeting. He tried to pretend he wasn't nervous, but his stomach had tightened unbearably, and he couldn't even enjoy his drink.
Then Severus heard the host-witch's voice behind him. "Right this way, Mr Potter!"
Severus stiffened; the last thing he wanted was for Harry Potter to be staring at him when his friend arrived. He hoped the host-witch would seat Harry far away from him, but she walked right up to his table... and set the extra menu down!
Severus glared at Potter, and Potter blinked back, eyes wide and surprised behind his glasses. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing, Mr Potter, but kindly go play them elsewhere. I'm waiting for someone."
"Er, Son of Salazar, right?" Potter said, and Severus could only gape in shock that the boy knew his screen name. "Godric's Own," Potter whispered, and slid into the other seat. "Hi."
Fury boiled up inside Severus, for he was now certain that the last few months had been a joke, and that Potter had been laughing at him the whole time. "Well, Mr Potter, you've had your joke. I'm sure you won't mind paying the bill." Severus stood, leaving his untouched glass of wine on the table.
"Wait!" Potter cried, then flushed as people turned to look at them.
* * * * *
"All right, that's the point you stormed out of the restaurant."
"You were making a scene."
"It would have been *less* of a scene if you'd sat back down and talked to me like an adult. In any case, let's pretend you didn't behave childishly."
"How about we pretend I threw you over the table and fucked you senseless?"
"Please, Severus, we're attempting a plot."
"Hah!"
"I said attempting. What happens next?"
* * * * *
Snape folded his arms and stared, the same piercing look Harry remembered from his school days. He'd had a bit of a crush on his potions professor back then.
* * * * *
"Is that true?"
"Not really. I thought you had a sexy voice. I didn't appreciate your other qualities until later."
* * * * *
"Well, Mr Potter, you wanted me to stay. I'm staying. Now talk."
Harry squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. The absolute shock of being led up to his former potions professor was fading, and in it's place came amazement, and a bit of embarrassment over some of the things they'd said to each other over the last few months. Harry berated himself for not recognizing Snape's brand of wit--
* * * * * *
"Make that rapier wit."
* * * * *
-- brand of rapier wit, even though it was far more amusing when not directed at him. A flush graced his cheeks as he recalled some of their conversations, some of which bordered on cyber sex.
* * * * *
"Do people actually do that?"
"Oh, yes. All the time."
"I can't imagine why."
"Severus, we've done it several times."
"No we haven't. I think I'd remember."
"You don't remember when we had that little chat about sexual fantasies?"
"That was an intellectual discussion! And *you* asked *me* about what I... oh. Oh."
"And you call *me* slow."
"Shut up and give me the keyboard."
* * * * *
Severus glared across the table at his former student, growing angry as the boy refused to speak, and instead grew pinker and pinker, green eyes sparkling worse than Dumbledore's ever did, expression warring between dismay and something Severus could not decipher. Potter's tongue darted out to wet his lips, leaving the darker flesh glistening in the candle-light.
Potter seemed to realize Severus was waiting for him to speak. "I... I can't say I'm not shocked, but I'm not as disappointed as you might think. Er, that didn't sound too good. What meant is, it could be worse. You might have been Crabbe." Potter winced. "Merlin, it's so much easier typing to a computer screen."
* * * * *
"I'm not quite that ineloquent, thank you."
"Yes, Mr Potter. You are."
* * * * *
A smirk escaped onto Snape's face, and Harry took it as a sign he had diverted the anticipated tirade. He relaxed minutely, and a rueful grin slid onto his face. "I imagine you're as embarrassed as I am about some of things we've both said."
Snape stiffened, and Harry cursed his own stupidity.
"Whatever sordid little blackmail scheme you have planned will not work, Potter. You may think--" He broke off as he seemed to realize the entire restaurant was staring at them, those closest listening avidly. "Come, Potter. We will continue this discussion elsewhere."
* * * * *
"Nice plot device."
"Thank you."
* * * * *
Determined to take and keep the advantage, Severus led Potter back to Hogwarts, down to the dungeons and into his office, hoping memories of detentions past would keep the obnoxious brat in his place.
* * * * *
"Obnoxious brat?"
"Be patient. I'm going somewhere with this."
"Like bloody hell, you are. You just want to insult me with impunity."
"Been reading the dictionary, have you? And don't stick your tongue out at me unless you plan to use it."
* * * * *
The tactic seemed to work, for Potter shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.
"Well, Potter? Care to explain yourself?" Severus smirked as Potter began to stammer out an excuse. Fond memories returned, and Severus briefly longed for the days when Potter and his cronies regularly disrupted his class. The thrill of catching the boy rule-breaking had brightened many of his days.
* * * * *
"I knew it. You love me, Sev. Admit it."
"Of course I loved you. I loved catching you. I loved taking points from you. I loved giving you detention. I loved punishing you."
"Mmm, I love it when you punish me, too."
* * * * *
Midway through explaining himself, Harry realized what Snape was doing. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm an adult now, Severus. I don't have to explain myself to you, particularly since, as I recall, you were quite the willing participant. If you need proof, I can always read you some of your lines. I saved all our conversations, you know."
"You-- you *saved* them?"
Harry smirked, and decided not to mention exactly what he'd saved them for.
* * * * *
"Did you? Save our chats?"
"Oh, yes. You?"
"Er, just one."
"The sexual fantasies one?"
"I believe it's my turn. Move over."
* * * * *
Severus clenched his teeth, recalling some of the things he'd written, thinking 'Godric's Own' was some anonymous young man with whom he shared many interests and opinions, and had some lively debates when their opinions clashed. He tried not to remember that he'd also thought they shared a tiny spark of attraction -- there was no way he, Severus Snape, had ever been attracted to Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Die.
* * * * *
"I hate that whole Boy-Who-Lived thing."
"I know. That's why I put it in."
"Bastard."
"You're the one sitting on my lap."
* * * * *
"Potter, if you are planning to show those to anyone--"
"Why would I? Do you have such a low opinion of me? I honestly thought I'd met this wonderful, funny, intelligent person--"
Snape sneered. "And instead you discover it's your greasy-haired, big-nosed, creepy former potions master."
* * * * *
"*Why* does everyone insist that I am insecure about my looks? I'll have you know that my nose is not big, it's *roman*, and my hair is not greasy, it's *fine*."
* * * * *
"Why are you so insecure about your looks? Your nose is not big, it's roman, and your hair is not greasy, it's fine." Harry blushed, for his defense of Snape's appearance had emerged a little more passionate than he'd intended.
Snape raised an eyebrow, but at least the vein in his forehead had stopped throbbing. "I noticed you left in 'creepy'."
Harry grinned. "I wouldn't want to destroy your entire reputation."
Snape smirked back, and some of the tension left him.
Deciding to make a peace offering, Harry produced the bottle of chardonnay--
* * * * *
"Wait, where did that come from?"
"What, the wine? You told me to bring-- oh. Shit."
"Continuity, my dear Potter. Continuity."
* * * * *
Deciding to make a peace offering, Severus produced a bottle of scotch.
* * * * *
"Oh, come on. *Everyone* has you drinking scotch."
"Perhaps it's because that is the sole true fact in that farce of a biography."
"Ah."
* * * * *
He set out two glasses, and, deciding they both needed it, filled them three-quarters full.
"Cheers," Potter said, rather inanely, and Severus grunted in response, though he did raise his glass.
"It's funny," Potter said after a while, "how well we got on when we didn't know who the other was."
"Mmm," Severus replied, unwilling to sate an actual opinion. He felt rather glum, between 'losing' his online friend, and the alcohol hitting his system.
* * * * *
"Pick up the pace a little, will you."
"Just because it took you all night to work up the nerve to kiss me--"
"You were glaring at me! What, was I supposed to just throw myself into your lap?"
* * * * *
Potter quite suddenly sat down his glass, crossed the room, and perched on the arm of Severus' chair. "Look... Severus. Can't we still be friends? And maybe--" Potter had obviously drunk a little too much scotch, for his lost his balance, and fell right into Severus' lap.
* * * * *
"Oh, that was so cheap."
"You wanted to pick up the pace."
* * * * *
Snape's arms came up around him, steadying him, surprisingly warm and comforting. Harry felt his face heat. "And maybe, maybe we could be..."
"Be what, Mr Potter?"
"Harry. Just Harry."
"Be just Harry?"
"Yes. Just Harry, and just Severus." And then Just Harry kissed him.
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* * * * *
"Mmm, you're sitting on the keyboard."
"Who cares? Take me to bed."
"Just let me save this."
* * * * *
Severus groaned and pulled Harry closer, running hands down a warm, strong back as the young man positively *squirmed* in his lap. Which raised certain other questions.
"Severus," Harry whispered, grinding pleasantly, and answering the question before he could ask. He slid a hand between Harry's legs, rubbing the erection--
* * * * *
"Impressive erection. Don't snort at me. You get rapier wit; I get impressive erection."
"You're very bossy after you've been fucked, you know that?"
"Shut up and fix it before I *really* get bossy... Why, Sev, you're shivering. I take it you like me bossy, then. You'll just have to fuck me more often."
"No arguments here."
* * * * *
-- rubbing the impressive erection he found there as Harry ground his body against Severus' own throbbing prick. Harry gasped and thrust into the pressure, squirming delightfully.
"Oh Merlin, Sev, don't stop."
In answer Severus tightened his arms around the young man on his lap, wondering how so little alcohol had loosened his inhibitions so quickly.
//You lost your inhibitions long ago, Severus,// a little voice said.
* * * * *
"Wait, don't do that double slash thing. It's annoying."
* * * * *
*You lost your inhibitions long ago, Severus,* a little voice said. *You already let him past your defenses.*
Severus groaned and kissed Harry's neck, trailing lips and tongue up to his ear. Harry gave a low cry,and his squirming intensified. Severus quite suddenly stood, dumping Harry onto the floor. His hands flew to the buttons of his robes. "Take off those damn muggle clothes," he ordered, already halfway through his buttons.
* * * * *
"Why do you wear such Victorian clothing, anyway? Defending your virtue?"
"I can't exactly go around in short sleeves, can I?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't think."
"Obviously. Don't fret on-- oh! Mmm... yes, keep going... I needn't worry about my virtue at all. I won't have any left by the time you're through."
* * * * *
Harry had never stripped so fast in his life. Half afraid Severus would revert back to his cold-hearted bastard persona--"
* * * * *
"Excuse me?"
"'Be patient. I'm going somewhere with this.' Isn't that what you said?"
"Insolent brat."
"Precisely."
* * * * *
"-- and leave him in a state of intolerable desire. The moment the last article of clothing fell, Harry pushed Severus back into the chair, climbing atop him and straddling his slender hips. He could not risk the interruption of finding their way to the bedroom. Harry took possession of his mouth once more--
* * * * *
"Are you going to have us make love in a chair?"
"Yes. Problem?"
"Well, we've always made it to the bedroom. I'm not exactly clear on the mechanics..."
"Research?"
"Let's go."
* * * * *
Harry took possession of his mouth once more, devouring, consuming, and Severus slid his hands down to cup his firm arse, pulling their erections together. He grazed a finger questioningly lower. Harry moaned and pushed back into the inquiring digit.
"Oh, yes, please," he whimpered, and--
* * * * *
"Should we go back and mention a handy container of lubricant?"
"I hate that. Who leaves lubricant lying around their living room? And don't look at me like that. We've been closeted in my rooms for two days, going at it like we overdosed on Aphrodite Elixir, so of course there's lube everywhere. You'll recall I had to fetch it from the loo the first time."
"Spoilsport."
* * * * *
"Lubricus," Severus whispered, and before Harry could register the meaning of the word, two fingers slid easily inside him. He could only utter a faint gasp and thrust back as Severus' long, graceful fingers sought his prostate, and then a shriek as they found it.
"That's it, right there, oh, more," he murmured into his lover's neck, pushing back against the fingers and forward to rub his prick against Severus' firm belly. Severus' own cock slid between Harry's legs to caress his balls.
"Enough?"
"Yes, yes, do it." The fingers vanished, and Harry freed his legs from where they lay trapped between the chair arms and Severus' hips. He flung them over the chair arms and let Severus guide him down onto his hot, hard prick.
* * * * *
"What's wrong? Why did you stop there? It was just getting good."
"I thought we might, ahem, take another research break."
"You're absolutely brilliant, you know that?"
* * * * *
Harry gripped the high back of the chair and levered himself up and down while Severus held his hips and shoved into him with fast, small thrusts. With his legs splayed by the chair, Severus' cock reached deep, and soon they were both sheened in sweat despite the faint chill, moving faster, moaning, Severus' lips mapping Harry's throat, his hand grasping Harry's cock and milking it as opalescent streams of come spurted over Severus' chest.
Limp, Harry let Severus lay him down on the rug, and obediently raised his legs for Severus to drive back into him. Re-entering the newly discovered warmth of Harry's body, he wrapped his arms around the younger man, and rocked himself to completion, to the tune of Harry's murmured encouragement.
Spent, wrung out and left to dry in a sticky mess, Severus laid his head on Harry's chest and listened to the bird-like flutter of his heart.
There was a sudden tension in the air, but Severus had endured too many classes with him not to know what it signalled.
"Oh, just spit it out before you burst."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yes. Now say whatever mood-destroying comment has entered your mind so we can move this to a location more comfortable than the floor."
Harry laughed, and kissed the top of his head. "I was just thinking that this is something we could never do online."
Severus snorted.
"Really. And Severus... I'm glad it was you on the other end."
Severus was silent for a moment before rising and lifting Harry into his arms. "As am I."
~Fin~
To: harry_luvs_snape @ yahoogroups.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: FIC: Love Potion Online
Love Potion Online
by Goldsnitcher and RealSevvie
Severus Snape sat stiffly at his table, watching other diners eat, and wondering when -- or if -- his companion would show up. He had never met Godric's Own before; nevetheless, they knew each other well, for they had been talking online for months.
Severus fiddled with his glass of wine, then stilled his hands once he noticed their fidgeting. He tried to pretend he wasn't nervous, but his stomach had tightened unbearably, and he couldn't even enjoy his drink.
Then Severus heard the host-witch's voice behind him. "Right this way, Mr Potter!"
Severus stiffened; the last thing he wanted was for Harry Potter to be staring at him when his friend arrived. He hoped the host-witch would seat Harry far away from him, but she walked right up to his table... and set the extra menu down!
Severus glared at Potter, and Potter blinked back, eyes wide and surprised behind his glasses. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing, Mr Potter, but kindly go play them elsewhere. I'm waiting for someone."
"Er, Son of Salazar, right?" Potter said, and Severus could only gape in shock that the boy knew his screen name. "Godric's Own," Potter whispered, and slid into the other seat. "Hi."
Fury boiled up inside Severus, for he was now certain that the last few months had been a joke, and that Potter had been laughing at him the whole time. "Well, Mr Potter, you've had your joke. I'm sure you won't mind paying the bill." Severus stood, leaving his untouched glass of wine on the table.
"Wait!" Potter cried, then flushed as people turned to look at them.
* * * * *
"All right, that's the point you stormed out of the restaurant."
"You were making a scene."
"It would have been *less* of a scene if you'd sat back down and talked to me like an adult. In any case, let's pretend you didn't behave childishly."
"How about we pretend I threw you over the table and fucked you senseless?"
"Please, Severus, we're attempting a plot."
"Hah!"
"I said attempting. What happens next?"
* * * * *
Snape folded his arms and stared, the same piercing look Harry remembered from his school days. He'd had a bit of a crush on his potions professor back then.
* * * * *
"Is that true?"
"Not really. I thought you had a sexy voice. I didn't appreciate your other qualities until later."
* * * * *
"Well, Mr Potter, you wanted me to stay. I'm staying. Now talk."
Harry squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. The absolute shock of being led up to his former potions professor was fading, and in it's place came amazement, and a bit of embarrassment over some of the things they'd said to each other over the last few months. Harry berated himself for not recognizing Snape's brand of wit--
* * * * * *
"Make that rapier wit."
* * * * *
-- brand of rapier wit, even though it was far more amusing when not directed at him. A flush graced his cheeks as he recalled some of their conversations, some of which bordered on cyber sex.
* * * * *
"Do people actually do that?"
"Oh, yes. All the time."
"I can't imagine why."
"Severus, we've done it several times."
"No we haven't. I think I'd remember."
"You don't remember when we had that little chat about sexual fantasies?"
"That was an intellectual discussion! And *you* asked *me* about what I... oh. Oh."
"And you call *me* slow."
"Shut up and give me the keyboard."
* * * * *
Severus glared across the table at his former student, growing angry as the boy refused to speak, and instead grew pinker and pinker, green eyes sparkling worse than Dumbledore's ever did, expression warring between dismay and something Severus could not decipher. Potter's tongue darted out to wet his lips, leaving the darker flesh glistening in the candle-light.
Potter seemed to realize Severus was waiting for him to speak. "I... I can't say I'm not shocked, but I'm not as disappointed as you might think. Er, that didn't sound too good. What meant is, it could be worse. You might have been Crabbe." Potter winced. "Merlin, it's so much easier typing to a computer screen."
* * * * *
"I'm not quite that ineloquent, thank you."
"Yes, Mr Potter. You are."
* * * * *
A smirk escaped onto Snape's face, and Harry took it as a sign he had diverted the anticipated tirade. He relaxed minutely, and a rueful grin slid onto his face. "I imagine you're as embarrassed as I am about some of things we've both said."
Snape stiffened, and Harry cursed his own stupidity.
"Whatever sordid little blackmail scheme you have planned will not work, Potter. You may think--" He broke off as he seemed to realize the entire restaurant was staring at them, those closest listening avidly. "Come, Potter. We will continue this discussion elsewhere."
* * * * *
"Nice plot device."
"Thank you."
* * * * *
Determined to take and keep the advantage, Severus led Potter back to Hogwarts, down to the dungeons and into his office, hoping memories of detentions past would keep the obnoxious brat in his place.
* * * * *
"Obnoxious brat?"
"Be patient. I'm going somewhere with this."
"Like bloody hell, you are. You just want to insult me with impunity."
"Been reading the dictionary, have you? And don't stick your tongue out at me unless you plan to use it."
* * * * *
The tactic seemed to work, for Potter shivered and wrapped his arms around himself.
"Well, Potter? Care to explain yourself?" Severus smirked as Potter began to stammer out an excuse. Fond memories returned, and Severus briefly longed for the days when Potter and his cronies regularly disrupted his class. The thrill of catching the boy rule-breaking had brightened many of his days.
* * * * *
"I knew it. You love me, Sev. Admit it."
"Of course I loved you. I loved catching you. I loved taking points from you. I loved giving you detention. I loved punishing you."
"Mmm, I love it when you punish me, too."
* * * * *
Midway through explaining himself, Harry realized what Snape was doing. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm an adult now, Severus. I don't have to explain myself to you, particularly since, as I recall, you were quite the willing participant. If you need proof, I can always read you some of your lines. I saved all our conversations, you know."
"You-- you *saved* them?"
Harry smirked, and decided not to mention exactly what he'd saved them for.
* * * * *
"Did you? Save our chats?"
"Oh, yes. You?"
"Er, just one."
"The sexual fantasies one?"
"I believe it's my turn. Move over."
* * * * *
Severus clenched his teeth, recalling some of the things he'd written, thinking 'Godric's Own' was some anonymous young man with whom he shared many interests and opinions, and had some lively debates when their opinions clashed. He tried not to remember that he'd also thought they shared a tiny spark of attraction -- there was no way he, Severus Snape, had ever been attracted to Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Bloody-Die.
* * * * *
"I hate that whole Boy-Who-Lived thing."
"I know. That's why I put it in."
"Bastard."
"You're the one sitting on my lap."
* * * * *
"Potter, if you are planning to show those to anyone--"
"Why would I? Do you have such a low opinion of me? I honestly thought I'd met this wonderful, funny, intelligent person--"
Snape sneered. "And instead you discover it's your greasy-haired, big-nosed, creepy former potions master."
* * * * *
"*Why* does everyone insist that I am insecure about my looks? I'll have you know that my nose is not big, it's *roman*, and my hair is not greasy, it's *fine*."
* * * * *
"Why are you so insecure about your looks? Your nose is not big, it's roman, and your hair is not greasy, it's fine." Harry blushed, for his defense of Snape's appearance had emerged a little more passionate than he'd intended.
Snape raised an eyebrow, but at least the vein in his forehead had stopped throbbing. "I noticed you left in 'creepy'."
Harry grinned. "I wouldn't want to destroy your entire reputation."
Snape smirked back, and some of the tension left him.
Deciding to make a peace offering, Harry produced the bottle of chardonnay--
* * * * *
"Wait, where did that come from?"
"What, the wine? You told me to bring-- oh. Shit."
"Continuity, my dear Potter. Continuity."
* * * * *
Deciding to make a peace offering, Severus produced a bottle of scotch.
* * * * *
"Oh, come on. *Everyone* has you drinking scotch."
"Perhaps it's because that is the sole true fact in that farce of a biography."
"Ah."
* * * * *
He set out two glasses, and, deciding they both needed it, filled them three-quarters full.
"Cheers," Potter said, rather inanely, and Severus grunted in response, though he did raise his glass.
"It's funny," Potter said after a while, "how well we got on when we didn't know who the other was."
"Mmm," Severus replied, unwilling to sate an actual opinion. He felt rather glum, between 'losing' his online friend, and the alcohol hitting his system.
* * * * *
"Pick up the pace a little, will you."
"Just because it took you all night to work up the nerve to kiss me--"
"You were glaring at me! What, was I supposed to just throw myself into your lap?"
* * * * *
Potter quite suddenly sat down his glass, crossed the room, and perched on the arm of Severus' chair. "Look... Severus. Can't we still be friends? And maybe--" Potter had obviously drunk a little too much scotch, for his lost his balance, and fell right into Severus' lap.
* * * * *
"Oh, that was so cheap."
"You wanted to pick up the pace."
* * * * *
Snape's arms came up around him, steadying him, surprisingly warm and comforting. Harry felt his face heat. "And maybe, maybe we could be..."
"Be what, Mr Potter?"
"Harry. Just Harry."
"Be just Harry?"
"Yes. Just Harry, and just Severus." And then Just Harry kissed him.
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* * * * *
"Mmm, you're sitting on the keyboard."
"Who cares? Take me to bed."
"Just let me save this."
* * * * *
Severus groaned and pulled Harry closer, running hands down a warm, strong back as the young man positively *squirmed* in his lap. Which raised certain other questions.
"Severus," Harry whispered, grinding pleasantly, and answering the question before he could ask. He slid a hand between Harry's legs, rubbing the erection--
* * * * *
"Impressive erection. Don't snort at me. You get rapier wit; I get impressive erection."
"You're very bossy after you've been fucked, you know that?"
"Shut up and fix it before I *really* get bossy... Why, Sev, you're shivering. I take it you like me bossy, then. You'll just have to fuck me more often."
"No arguments here."
* * * * *
-- rubbing the impressive erection he found there as Harry ground his body against Severus' own throbbing prick. Harry gasped and thrust into the pressure, squirming delightfully.
"Oh Merlin, Sev, don't stop."
In answer Severus tightened his arms around the young man on his lap, wondering how so little alcohol had loosened his inhibitions so quickly.
//You lost your inhibitions long ago, Severus,// a little voice said.
* * * * *
"Wait, don't do that double slash thing. It's annoying."
* * * * *
*You lost your inhibitions long ago, Severus,* a little voice said. *You already let him past your defenses.*
Severus groaned and kissed Harry's neck, trailing lips and tongue up to his ear. Harry gave a low cry,and his squirming intensified. Severus quite suddenly stood, dumping Harry onto the floor. His hands flew to the buttons of his robes. "Take off those damn muggle clothes," he ordered, already halfway through his buttons.
* * * * *
"Why do you wear such Victorian clothing, anyway? Defending your virtue?"
"I can't exactly go around in short sleeves, can I?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't think."
"Obviously. Don't fret on-- oh! Mmm... yes, keep going... I needn't worry about my virtue at all. I won't have any left by the time you're through."
* * * * *
Harry had never stripped so fast in his life. Half afraid Severus would revert back to his cold-hearted bastard persona--"
* * * * *
"Excuse me?"
"'Be patient. I'm going somewhere with this.' Isn't that what you said?"
"Insolent brat."
"Precisely."
* * * * *
"-- and leave him in a state of intolerable desire. The moment the last article of clothing fell, Harry pushed Severus back into the chair, climbing atop him and straddling his slender hips. He could not risk the interruption of finding their way to the bedroom. Harry took possession of his mouth once more--
* * * * *
"Are you going to have us make love in a chair?"
"Yes. Problem?"
"Well, we've always made it to the bedroom. I'm not exactly clear on the mechanics..."
"Research?"
"Let's go."
* * * * *
Harry took possession of his mouth once more, devouring, consuming, and Severus slid his hands down to cup his firm arse, pulling their erections together. He grazed a finger questioningly lower. Harry moaned and pushed back into the inquiring digit.
"Oh, yes, please," he whimpered, and--
* * * * *
"Should we go back and mention a handy container of lubricant?"
"I hate that. Who leaves lubricant lying around their living room? And don't look at me like that. We've been closeted in my rooms for two days, going at it like we overdosed on Aphrodite Elixir, so of course there's lube everywhere. You'll recall I had to fetch it from the loo the first time."
"Spoilsport."
* * * * *
"Lubricus," Severus whispered, and before Harry could register the meaning of the word, two fingers slid easily inside him. He could only utter a faint gasp and thrust back as Severus' long, graceful fingers sought his prostate, and then a shriek as they found it.
"That's it, right there, oh, more," he murmured into his lover's neck, pushing back against the fingers and forward to rub his prick against Severus' firm belly. Severus' own cock slid between Harry's legs to caress his balls.
"Enough?"
"Yes, yes, do it." The fingers vanished, and Harry freed his legs from where they lay trapped between the chair arms and Severus' hips. He flung them over the chair arms and let Severus guide him down onto his hot, hard prick.
* * * * *
"What's wrong? Why did you stop there? It was just getting good."
"I thought we might, ahem, take another research break."
"You're absolutely brilliant, you know that?"
* * * * *
Harry gripped the high back of the chair and levered himself up and down while Severus held his hips and shoved into him with fast, small thrusts. With his legs splayed by the chair, Severus' cock reached deep, and soon they were both sheened in sweat despite the faint chill, moving faster, moaning, Severus' lips mapping Harry's throat, his hand grasping Harry's cock and milking it as opalescent streams of come spurted over Severus' chest.
Limp, Harry let Severus lay him down on the rug, and obediently raised his legs for Severus to drive back into him. Re-entering the newly discovered warmth of Harry's body, he wrapped his arms around the younger man, and rocked himself to completion, to the tune of Harry's murmured encouragement.
Spent, wrung out and left to dry in a sticky mess, Severus laid his head on Harry's chest and listened to the bird-like flutter of his heart.
There was a sudden tension in the air, but Severus had endured too many classes with him not to know what it signalled.
"Oh, just spit it out before you burst."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Yes. Now say whatever mood-destroying comment has entered your mind so we can move this to a location more comfortable than the floor."
Harry laughed, and kissed the top of his head. "I was just thinking that this is something we could never do online."
Severus snorted.
"Really. And Severus... I'm glad it was you on the other end."
Severus was silent for a moment before rising and lifting Harry into his arms. "As am I."
~Fin~