"Professor Snape, you are hereby being charged with non-come-pliance," came the cheeky reply. The broad grin that spread across Harry's face made Severus relax somewhat.

"Oh?" He raised his own eyebrow, showing the brat how it was done.

"Yes. Your sentence, however, may be wavered if you agree to a small… fee." The eyes he found he loved so much began to twinkle slightly. He's playing a game… a sex game?

*

Chapter 20

Severus found himself on his back, his wrists tied to the posts with a sneaky binding hex, his legs bent and spread with an even sneakier leg-locker variation he was sure he'd not heard of before. He'd been naked already, so all he had to do was wait to see what Harry had in mind.

"Professor Snape," began the little devil, "you are being held for your crimes. Have you anything to say in your defence?" Harry sounded cocky. Especially from his position straddling Severus' waist, looking down at him with a huge grin on his delicious lips. Severus smirked before replying.

"No. I plead guilty… Auror Potter," he received a shiver of delight for his efforts.

"I see. In that case, your sentence will not be waved. You will also pay the aforementioned fee. Which will be paid now. In full." He felt a throb in his groin at that. He wondered just what the young man had in mind.

*

Harry smirked down at Severus, knowing full-well that he was being very bold. Also knowing that his erection was on display, eye-level with his professor. That gave him an idea!

"Your fee… is to pay lip-service," he chuckled, raising himself onto his knees and crawling forward until he was straddling the man's shoulders. "So, open up." Before Severus could argue, Harry gripped the man's hands, entwining their fingers and thrust his hips down and forward, encasing his penis in Severus' mouth. He let out a long, low moan at the wet warmth suddenly surrounding him. He steadied himself on his knees, spreading them a little further, giving himself a deeper seat. He pulled back slightly, letting his lover breathe easier, before plunging back in, all the way. The groan around his flesh sent a wave of pleasure throughout his whole body, making him squeeze Severus' hands in appreciation. He let the man suck him a while before pulling away once more, only to thrust back in somewhat roughly.

It wasn't long before Harry had a rhythm going. He would thrust in harshly, allow Severus to suck him for a moment, before pulling out, sometimes trailing his tip along the thin, pink lips, and thrusting inside once more.

After a few moments, he let go of Severus' hand, deciding he liked the idea of holding the man's head by the hair as he fucked his mouth from above. Sometimes, he'd tug, fisting his hand in the long, dark hair, and other times, he'd caress the pale cheek, smoothing his thumb along the bone, trailing down to feel himself disappearing into the sweet, succulent mouth. He moaned loudly the first time his hand traced Severus' spread lips around his pulsing cock, feeling himself already nearing the edge. He'd had to slide his hand back up to fist the greasy locks, his thrusts slowing until he'd regained his composure. Every so often, he'd feel the vibrations of Severus' own moans running through his erection, making his sac tighten and his breath hitch. Soon, he was rutting into Severus' mouth as hard as he thought the man would (or could) take. Groaning, he let go of the man's hand and reached back behind himself to grope around for the neglected penis he would soon be riding. He leant back, his right hand supporting his lover's head, holding the sweet mouth over his own need, as he clumsily jerked him off with his left hand, sometimes squeezing the engorged testicles, rubbing them harshly as he thrust erratically.

*

Severus was in heaven! He had his mouth full of Harry's cock, his hands were tied, and his penis was receiving attention… albeit harsh attention. He loved the feel of Harry's hand as it alternated between jerking him off and squeezing his balls, sometimes rubbing them and up along the shaft of his cock. He groaned around his mouthful, wishing he could hold those wonderful, bony hips straddling his shoulders. He thrust up into the hand pumping him, feeling himself quickly losing control. With one final suck, his mouth was filled with the creamy semen he so loved. He swallowed as much as he could, but could still feel some escape, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. He moaned as the still-hard penis was pulled from his mouth. His jaw ached and his wrists were stinging a little, but this was definitely one of the best experiences of his life. So far.

Harry had pulled himself from Severus' mouth and his pumping on the man's cock had ceased. But, it wasn't long until he felt the smaller hands wrapping around him again, pulling and squeezing slowly, one building up a pace on his balls that ended up in a harsh, circular motion, sending the most wonderful sensations throughout his body. He thrust into the hands, meeting every stroke and caress, urging his orgasm to hurry.

*

Harry was suddenly struck with an idea. He removed his left hand from Severus' now-red testes, placing two fingers in his mouth, coating them liberally with saliva.

Without warning, he thrust his middle finger inside Severus, determined to find the man's prostate. One wasn't enough. He couldn't move it around sufficiently because of his index finger's knuckle. So, without further ado, he thrust it inside to join his middle. Now, without the hindrance of his knuckle, he had more movement. He twisted and scissored his fingers; wriggled them up and around the tight, hot anal passage, searching for that elusive bundle of nerves. Soon, he found it. He struck it with such force that he was sure Severus almost came. The sounds of approval he was receiving gave him an idea of how well he was doing.

With one final tug, one final thrust of his fingers, Harry leant forward and sucked the head of Severus' penis in his mouth, just in time to catch the flood of semen as the man came. The bitter-sweet fluid seemed to dissolve on his tongue like the finest delicacy. He savoured it, licking the softening member clean, his right hand still pumping what wasn't in his mouth, sometimes groping the pulsing testicles. He kept his fingers inside Severus, still wriggling them, stimulating the nerve endings along the anal passage. He hit the prostate a few more times, causing his lover to twitch with the over-stimulation, before withdrawing completely. The half-disappointed, half-relieved sigh sent a feeling of love and pride rushing through him. He smiled down at the glazed, wonder-filled look on Severus' face, marvelling at the fact that he was the one to put it there.

*

Severus clenched his teeth as he felt the second finger added to his anus. It wasn't too painful, but it wasn't so much fun at first. He'd have to make sure Harry knew how to prepare his lovers adequately in the future…

But soon, he was past the initial discomfort. And loving every moment. He didn't care about the moans spilling from his lips as those wonderful fingers filled him, attacking his prostate every so often. He clenched around them unconsciously, drawing them in, hoping to keep them pressed against the nerve cluster forever. The other hand on his penis was wonderfully firm with just the right grip, the right pace, the right everything. His hands curled into fists, wishing he could hold Harry as the boy did deliciously unspeakable things to him.

His sac was throbbing, missing the attention it'd been lavished with earlier. He wished Harry would return a hand there, but didn't want the fingers taken from inside him, or the hand to be taken from around him. He thrust his hips, trying to make the pace a little faster, wanting to be thrown over the edge, wanting to hurry up and come, just so he'd be released from his bonds and able to hold Harry close.

When Harry enclosed the tip of his penis in his wonderful little mouth, Severus let out a long, low moan, savouring the feel of his lover sucking him off. All too soon, he was coming. He felt the hand return to his red sac, squeezing it, rolling it. He twitched when he felt the fingers inside him thrust harshly into his prostate, over-stimulating him in the most glorious way. He closed his eyes for a moment, riding out his orgasm, Harry's name on his lips in a breathless moan. His nails dug little red moons into his palms, but he didn't care. That was possibly the best orgasm he'd had to date.

He opened his eyes again, simply to look at Harry. He knew he probably had a silly look on his face, but he didn't care. He was in awe of the skinny boy before him. Who knew someone could be made to feel such pleasure?

Without warning, his bonds disappeared, leaving him free to pull Harry to him in a strong embrace.

"Thank you."

**

Harry ignored the words of thanks. He wished Severus could see he needn't thank him for things like this. He was obviously more than happy to do it. He smiled, placing a kiss on the breast below him, nuzzling the chest.

"Severus Snape, you are free to go. Your punishment is ended." He chuckled, hugging the man under him tighter.

*

Severus revelled in the post-coital embrace. This was possibly his favourite part of being with Harry. He was, as the boy had so sweetly pointed out earlier, a snuggler. If anyone ever found out, he'd die of embarrassment and haunt the bastard that let on… but he loved to cuddle. He loved the close contact with another person. Only one other, mind you. He usually wasn't a people-person, and that was the way he liked it. But, to have one person to be the exception, one person to call his own… that is what he loved so much about snuggling. He pulled the covers over them, content to just fall asleep once more, unconcerned with the rest of the world. For once.

**

Once more that day, Harry awoke in the arms of his new lover. He still marvelled at the fact that Severus was the cuddling type. He loved having those strong arms surrounding him. He liked feeling as though someone was there to protect him. He pulled a face at the mushy sentiments, but pulled closer once more anyway.

"Harry," came a soft, sleepy voice.

"Hm?" No reply. "Severus?" He looked down to see his professor still asleep. The man was talking in his sleep. He grinned, pressing himself against Severus, trying to control the course of the dream. He hadn't ridden the man as he'd planned. And he planned to do it soon.

He slipped out of the long, pale arms, rolling himself so he was laying atop Severus, pelvis to pelvis. He braced himself, his arms either side of the sleeping man. Gently, he rubbed against Severus, arousing them both quickly.

Suddenly, his arms were in a vice-like grip. Severus had startled awake.

"Harry." The boy grinned down at his captor.

"Severus," he leant down, their faces millimetres apart, making the Slytherin Head reach up to join their lips in a kiss. Another of those sweet kisses they so loved to share.

Still within Severus' grip, Harry began rutting against the man, deepening the kiss as he built the pace. Severus broke away gently, his breathing purposefully slow as he tried to get enough air back into his lungs.

"… I don't think I will be able to go on like this for much longer. I'm… not as… I'm an old man, Harry." He looked sad, regretful; he smoothed a hand over the boy's hair in a tender apology, the lust dimming a little as he lost himself in what was sure to be self-deprecating thoughts. Harry's chest clenched, realising Severus was probably tired. He didn't want to be selfish. He wanted to make the man feel good. So, he decided he would.

"Ok. You just lay back, then." He grinned, laying down completely on his lover's chest, bringing his arms up and around so he could cup both Severus' cheeks, holding his head as he thoroughly snogged him. When he was sure he'd kissed the man into submission, he sat up, pulling Severus' hands into his own, resting them on his thighs. Sitting up on his knees, Harry used his own hands to hold his cheeks apart before roughly seating himself on Severus. The man wasn't fully hard, so it didn't hurt as much, but it was still uncomfortable. Moaning, he closed his eyes, clamping around the intrusion, trying to get it completely hard within himself. It didn't take too long.

*

Severus let out a shaky breath, not believing what had just happened. Harry hadn't been properly prepared to just… penetrate. He sat up and gripped the slender thighs, feeling himself harden fully, despite his concern. He made himself look up from the boy's lap, into the handsome face. He was breathless as he looked upon the most beautiful expression of pain and pleasure. He licked his lips, suddenly unable to protest. Harry finally opened his eyes to look down at him. He smiled, letting Severus know all was well. Then, he began to move.

The movement was slow and sensuous, Harry's rectum clenching Severus like a vice. The slid his hands back to their favourite place; Severus' hair. He leant forward, resting his forehead on Severus', locking their gazes. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. Harry just rocked back and forth, squeezing himself around Severus, but not rushing to finish.

They were so close together that Severus could faintly feel Harry's erection against his stomach. His breathing became shallow as he slid his right hand up, taking a firm hold of the warm flesh between them. Matching the slow pace, he pumped his lover, running his thumb over the tip on every up-stroke. He received a moan and a kiss for his efforts, the small fists in his hair tugging exactly the way he liked it.

*

Harry unclenched his fists to run his hands through the greasy hair. He never thought he'd like doing that, but he couldn't help but run his hands through the strands, massaging his lover's head, making the man feel good in any way he could. God knew, he deserved it.

He kept rocking, holding Severus in place with his gently-stroking hands. He smattered kisses wherever he could, showering the man with affection. He slowly increased the pace when he felt Severus' free hand caress his testicles briefly, before making its way to his hair, mimicking his own actions from earlier.

Soon, he felt himself nearing completion. He could feel Severus swelling inside him, too. He then worked furiously, now lifting himself slightly as he ground his pelvis into Severus'. He wanted his lover to come first, this time. He wanted to let the man know how much he cared.

Severus' hand was pumping him faster and faster as the man neared his second orgasm of the morning. Harry felt his own end drawing closer as the talented hand pulled him along. He snorted at the silly pun, refocussing on Severus' pleasure, not relenting in his movements.

At long last, Harry won. Severus finally let go, filling Harry with a torrent of his semen. Harry could see he was truly tired after that. But, his hand kept its pace, his hips thrust to meet Harry's rocking and grinding until the boy reached his own orgasm. Harry could feel the semen as it shot through his testes, up his urethra and out, over Severus' hand, coating the long, slender fingers. As he rode out his climax, Harry's breath hitched at seeing Severus raise his hand to his mouth and lick it clean. His slick, pink tongue making the boy want to taste himself in Severus' kisses. So, he did.

He moaned, tasting the slight tang of his ejaculate in Severus' mouth. He slipped his arms around the man's neck, releasing his hair to hold him as close as possible. His lover was still inside him, filling him, and he never wanted the feeling to end.

He pulled away slightly, to pepper kisses all over Severus' face. He especially loved the man's temple, just before his ear. The smell was divine and he liked to whisper nonsensical declarations of adoration as he kissed and sucked the delicate little appendage.

"Severus… you're so beautiful. So amazing," he loved to nuzzle, too. Wrapping his arms around the man's waist, he trailed kissed down the pale neck, marking it even more than it was from the previous night. The Potions Master shuddered under his ministrations, his nimble hands running up and down Harry's back, sometimes stopping to squeeze his arse or to slide around and pinch his nipples.

**

Severus was exhausted. Their nap had only been short. Half an hour at best. He'd only just started to dream when the brat had awoken him. But, he was beginning to like being woken by this boy. Even if he was driven to exhaustion trying to keep up. For that, he felt a little guilty. But, he wasn't as young as he used to be. He wasn't old, but he wasn't as bloody virile as a teenage boy, for God's sake! Smiling his Severus Smile, he wrapped his arms around Harry once more, pulling him into another cuddle as he broke away from devouring Severus' sensitive ear. He loved the sweet nothings Harry would whisper to him. He was surprised to see he wasn't embarrassed by the comments, but rather liked them. They made him feel good; made him feel special. He'd never had that before. Even Lily didn't compliment him on much more than his magic and academic skills.

Dragging his mind from his past, he focussed on the boy in his lap who'd moved from his temple to his throat. He was glad he could cover whatever marks he made with a large cloak or scarf…

"Mmnh, Severus… I love you." His heart stopped. What?

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AN: Sorry! I know, I've been terrible! But real life just keeps coming up and interrupting my plans. I hope it was worth the wait, though!

Also… I updated chapter 18. I got rid of the embarrassing mistakes! O_o* :P