So sorry. Life and other stories dragged me away. Plus, Harry decided to play hard to get. Silly boy, after all the trouble he caused already.

Thanks, oh thanks for the nice reviews. And remember - this part has an inspirational pic just as good as the last one, I'd rather say, an even better one *drool*

So – review and ask for it, folks, and you'll get rewarded. As the old saying goes – I got mine, now you get yours. Or some such.

Lorelei – ja, isser nich süss mit seinen Unsicherheiten? *hach*

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Snape's breath hitched. The dark eyes flared. And then Harry had only a moment to watch on breathlessly as Snape finally lost control. Completely. He gave a grunt and grabbed Harry rather forcefully. The air left Harry's lungs as one strong arm around his chest pressed his back to the front of the Potions master, the other arm was around his head, the fingers curling nearly painfully into one temple.

Harry gave in and reclined his head in a gesture of complete submission. Snape's right arm pressed him into the other man in a way that left no doubt as to Snape's inclination. Harry felt like struck by a very big lorry or an Imperius curse. He had no will left in his whole body. His bones seemed to melt inside him. His flesh seemed to flow away. He whimpered, as a blunt object pressed itself against his left cheek, took aim and nuzzled the cleft between his cheeks. Harry gasped. The touch was not yet aggressive, but there was no mistaking the intention behind. A breath grazed his right ear and he shivered all over.

"Are you still so very sure you want - this?" A swing of Snape's hips into him left no room for any doubt, what 'this' was – if there had been any. Harry's lips moved but seemed curiously unable to form words. Coherent ones at least. The strange whimpering noises must come from him, he thought quite bewildered.

His temple throbbed as Snape's fingers pressed even more and the breath got hotter. "Because if I start this now in earnest, there will be no way out of it before we are finished." Other parts of Harry's body throbbed, violently. Yes, oh yes, oh please, yes. He gulped. The task seemed monstrous from what he felt, but he wouldn't back out. He never had, and he wouldn't start now.

Harry pressed into the body behind him some more. He couldn't help that the body was shaking. "Yes", he whispered so low he wasn't sure Snape could understand him. "Just ...". His voice faded into nothingness. "What?" Snape's voice was only a whisper, too. "Don't hurt me – too much". Harry blushed furiously. Fine time to begin thinking about the more gruelling physical aspects of completion. He couldn't help it. He was inexperienced after all, and from what he felt behind, he just couldn't imagine it fitting in himself. He noticed he wasn't all soft and open any more, but his erection took a turn to the limp side. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and shame.

The body behind retreated, not so much as to be out of reach, but enough to leave Harry feeling bereft. Oh gods! He must be a complete idiot! Here he was with the fulfilment of his dreams on his hands, and what did he do? Drive Snape away with a badly-timed outbreak of youthful virginity. Snape would just cut his head off with a meat axe and Harry couldn't even complain.

"Sure". Harry made a face. The voice of Snape brought him back to reality. The reality where Snape would make fun of him and treat him like the idiot he was. "I was dreaming my whole life of having you in my hand and repay you for all the things you did to me". The voice dripped sarcasm. "And of course I will make it as gruesome as possible. What do you think of me? I'm the Slytherin monster, and you have given yourself willingly into my hands as the virgin sacrifice for whatever great task". Harry felt himself pushed away rather forcefully. He couldn't blame Snape, not really. He had felt the man's painful arousal at his arse already, it must have been a really bad case of blue balls, the proverbial bucket full of ice water having fallen upon it. Harry hated being thought of as a cock tease, but that was what he was, wasn't he? To hell with that.

He turned around and approached Snape again. The man was standing there, naked, arms crossed in front of his chest and glaring at him bitterly. His cock hadn't yet decided what to do, it was caught in a state in between. Harry pitied it rather. And it didn't look that big anymore in that state, not like it had felt from behind.

"I'm sorry", Harry whispered. Snape's mouth twitched evilly. Well, okay, Harry knew that wouldn't be enough. He reached up his right hand in the air. "Accio Vaseline", he said distinctly. Snape's eyebrow went up so fast it looked like his face would break. The movement was mirrored further down, as Harry remarked at a casual glance.

Something came flying into his outstretched hand. "I was sure even you owned one of these", he said matter-of-factly. No need to get into the personal hygiene of the man, more like time to get the man into him. Partly, at least. He pressed the container into Snape's limp hand and turned around, moulding himself into the other man just like before. "Get on with it. The night is not interminable, you know."

He could really see Snape's mouth open and close behind his back. Not very becoming. "You really are the most insufferable brat in the world." The voice sounded irritable, but Harry felt it was only words. He heard the Vaseline container being opened and felt a rise at his left buttock. He grinned and became all eager again. Yes. Now. Soon.

He gasped. A finger trailed along his spine, playfully rubbing here and there. Harry waited for it to reach its goal, but his expectation was not fulfilled. How very much like Snape, the sneaky bastard. The finger trailed up and down again in circles and Harry moved into the caress. He rubbed himself wantonly against Snape, shifting along like he would have on a dance floor – or rather not. This was far too intimate to be taken elsewhere.

There was a suppressed moan behind him and at last the infuriating finger did what Harry was anticipating with bated breath. With enough force to make Harry very nearly jump. Yes. Now the Potions master was done with playing. At last.

It felt – strange. His muscles clenched violently and trying to make them unclench only made it worse. Harry felt sweat breaking out on his brow. He could and would do that. Damned!

A hand stroked the small of his back and Harry noticed that he had clenched his teeth with the effort to relax. Even in his state he realised that this was not exactly productive. He really liked Snape's hand on his back, at exactly that point though and made small whimpering noises that sounded atrociously like Mrs. Norris when nuzzling Filch's leg. Harry didn't mind.

"Yes", said the smoky and slightly breathless voice into his ear. "That's it, relax". And a second finger was added without much ado of Harry's unruly muscles. Harry squirmed against the delicious friction. More, more, some part of him yowled shamelessly, while another was a bit slower on the uptake. But Snape, seemingly outrageously unaffected by what he was doing, simply took his time and worked on leisurely. "Bastard", Harry barked through gritted teeth.

He could feel a rumble in the chest behind him. "Watch your talk, Potter", Snape growled. "I'm not so far gone yet to not hear you and I am still your teacher." A third finger was added and the three together hit a spot inside that made Harry feel like all his bodily fluids came together to leave his body at once. He glanced down and was relieved to see they hadn't. Not yet again. He squirmed shamelessly to get the fingers just right again. The fingers retreated after just tickling that spot again. Harry howled.

Snape chuckled. "Bastard", Harry hissed again. And added "bastard, sir" on second thought. Snape slapped him across his cheeks. Harry jumped. "Are you going to take points?", he asked. The hand that had slapped him was on his chest again, while the other – oh, it seemed they were getting somewhere. Snape was preparing himself and just the sound of the Vaseline being stroked on hard hot flesh brought images to Harry's mind that made him tremble and he was quite happy with the hand holding him. Snape – was – preparing – himself – to enter him. Him, Harry Potter. Snape was stroking himself, the long fingers meticulously oiling every millimetre of wonderful hot hard part of him. Harry felt saliva dripping from his mouth. Oh, ye gods! Please let him get on with it. Or he would die and go to heaven just on the thought of what the man was doing behind his back. That was clearly an improvement in their relationship. Harry knew the anticipation of having a Snape brooding behind his back, ready to strike any moment. But this was quite different.

The movement stilled. But not for long. Harry felt the oiled part of Snape at his right cheek now, while the long clever fingers parted his buttocks. He took a shivering breath and braced himself. Oh no, that was the wrong way again, he shouldn't brace himself, he should just ...

"Relax", whispered the smoky voice. "I try", said Harry feverishly. "Ah". Harry gulped. Had that been a sigh of relief? It had been the most erotic sound in the world, he decided. Yet. "And if you can manage to do two things at a time which I highly doubt, knowing your skill with mortar and pestle, push back a bit." Teacher again. Harry hated it. He was a virgin, well not quite any more, as it seemed, technically, but must Snape comment things like that? Well, it seemed so, and it was not such a surprise as it should be.

But he wanted to learn it, do it the right way, and yes, Snape was a teacher, and he was the one he wanted. So perhaps, just perhaps, he could try to do as he was told. For once. "Back?", he asked timidly. "Down", Snape's voice had a hollow sound, but Harry got it now. "Like that?", he asked and pushed back and down and on it, against it, and there was a fluid movement, and he was filled, impossibly full, and there was pain, and it felt so full and he remembered he had to breathe.

"Yesss", hissed Snape and the hand that had parted his cheeks went back to its old place on Harry's head, so that Harry felt held by strong hands on his head and chest and could relax. Some. "Perhaps you are not such an abomination of a student in this regard." Snape's voice sounded a bit pained. He held completely still in him and Harry had the time to get accustomed to the really weird feeling of being filled, invaded, and stretched to the limit in a bodily part he had quite neglected until now. Being filled, invaded and stretched to the utmost by Severus Snape, no less. He knew he wouldn't live long enough to get accustomed to the monstrosity of the thought if he lived to his 200th birthday, but, on the other hand, it felt completely normal. Like it was what had to be.

"I'm flattered", he said flatly when he trusted his voice again. "I know you are the teacher, and I wouldn't dream of criticising your methods, but I have the feeling that there is more to it."

"Oh, do you?", asked Snape, as uninvolved as if he were standing in front of his desk addressing him in class. "What a fast understanding you have of things. I never knew." Inspiration struck. Harry clamped his only very lately relaxed muscles together. Yes! Snape gave a very satisfying groan and one, two, three quick hard thrusts before he caught himself. But it had been enough for Harry to know that he had been right. Yes, there was more to it, and he had a way to make Snape do it and teach him. He grinned happily.

"Don't do that". The voice of Snape sounded haunted. Harry did it again. "Why?" And again. Thrust thrust thrust. Harry moaned. "Because this way it'll be over sooner than I wish to". Defeated and Snape didn't go together, but Harry couldn't help it. He rather enjoyed himself and he really enjoyed the power he had with this very easy muscle contraction. Snape should be proud that he was so quick on the uptake.

"Don't worry", Harry said happily and clamped and clamped again. "We can do it again until I can do it to your satisfaction. You are a stern teacher after all. Wouldn't do to not learn this thoroughly".

Thrust thrust thrust. "Watch it, Potter", said Snape. "People will think you are the teacher's pet." "Git", said Harry and clamped again. "Brat", snarled Snape and his next thrust hit that spot that his fingers had earlier and Harry screamed and then he clamped and Snape thrust and one of his hands reached around to touch Harry but it was too late and Harry came like a fountain and Snape came in him, too, and they fell down to the floor onto the puddle of clothes.

There was a long silence, accentuated only by heavy breathing.

Tbc