Stir My Cauldron
Title: Stir My Cauldron
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: N-17
Prompt: A Drinking Song
Summary: “Harry didn’t usually top, but he was feeling a different sort of randy tonight”
Warnings: bottom!snape, drunk!sex, fluff
Word Count: 2500
Authors Note: Third part of my 7Spells challenge Potterverse.
“Oo-oh come and stir my cau-auldron, and if you do it right…”
“Harry! Shut the hell up!” Ron cast a frantic look around the darkened living room, all too aware of the bat-like figure likely to emerge grouchily from the shadows at any moment.
“I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love to keep you warm toniiiiiiight!”
Harry shook off Dean and Neville’s supporting grip, stumbling away to clamber atop his dining room table.
“Shh, Christ Harry, get down before you wake up-”
“Weasley. Thomas. Longbottom. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Three of the boys present jumped in alarm. The fourth squealed delightedly as a tall figure descended from the staircase, looking no less terrifying despite his being clad in nothing but a grey nightshirt.
“To ME!” Harry beamed triumphantly. “And THIS is to YOU! Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to dedicate this number to my fiancé Severus Snape!”
And with that, Harry burst into the first verse of “You Charmed the Heart Right Out Of Me”.
“He’s been listening to Mum’s music.” Ron explained weakly, quavering under Snape’s increasingly stern expression as Harry started using the salt-shaker as a microphone. Despite the fact that all present were of legal age, under his ex-Professor’s glare, Ron felt very much like a naughty schoolboy having been caught drinking in his dorm room.
“Weasley, how you can have the audacity to bring my partner home utterly inebriated...”
“Harry’s nineteen. He’s allowed to drink.” Neville pointed out quietly, holding Severus’ furious glare with quiet confidence. Severus had a nasty feeling Longbottom was imagining him in a dress and foxfur scarf.
“He’ll be fine.” Neville continued, handing Severus a half-empty potions bottle that Severus recognized as his own Nausea Solution. “I took it before we went out.” Neville explained apologetically.
“A wise precaution.” Severus winced at the idea of Harry throwing up in their bed.
“Anyway, we should really get going…” Ron was not so subtly inching towards the floo, Dean following in his wake. Severus waved them off irritably with a burst of green flames.
And then he rounded on Harry.
“…a cauldron full of…”
“Harry Potter!”
“To keep you warm toni-i-ight!” Harry concluded triumphantly, beaming at his fuming lover.
“Get down from there this instant! You’ll do yourself an injury!”
Harry shook his head, grinning cheekily.
“Potter, do not test me.” Severus growled, advancing on Harry slowly.
Harry did not get down, but slowed his enthusiastic dance moves to soft, swaying motions, his gaze becoming heated as his humming changed tunes.
“Harry?”
Harry didn’t respond, but continued his seductive hum. As though his humming had been an incantation, the radio in the corner of the living room lit up and began warbling out a bawdy, sensual tune.
Harry stretched, smiling drunkenly down at Severus as his dark blue shirt rose, exposing his abdomen and the tempting trail of hairs that disappeared into the waistband of Harry’s snug black trousers.
“Harry…” Severus tried to sound stern, but it came out as more of a throaty moan as Harry arched his back further, making a satisfied purring sound as he did so.
Heat flared in Severus’ belly as Harry’s tight abdominal muscles strained before his eyes.
“You are showing off.” Severus accused.
“You love it when I show off.” Harry retorted smugly, contracting his abs further and leering down at his lover.
Severus couldn’t argue with that, so he contented himself with licking his lips appreciatively as he drank in the beautiful sight of his drunken fiancé moving his hips wantonly in an inviting circle.
He was just starting to relax into Harry’s seductive movements, when much to Severus’ frustration, Harry stopped to eye the salt-shaker still in his hand, frowning as though considering something.
Severus was thoroughly confused when Harry set the salt-shaker in the centre of the table and fished for his wand with bright eyes.
Severus’ own eyes went wide with shock as the salt-shaker began to lengthen and broaden, changing from smooth wood into shiny metal, growing and growing until one end connected seamlessly with the ceiling and the other with the tabletop.
“Sweet Merlin…” Severus realized with a jolt exactly what the pole was for. His cock was suddenly very, very interested.
“Gods, Harry, what are you trying to do to me?” Severus moaned weakly as Harry brushed light, teasing fingers against the smooth metal.
Harry smirked triumphantly as he seized the pole with Dutch confidence. Despite his inebriation, he moved gracefully, grinding and sliding against the pole with sensual movements that had Severus breaking out in a sweat, body tight and trembling with heated waves of arousal.
Not taking his eyes off his lover, Severus hitched up the hem of his nightshirt and pulled it impatiently over his head, collapsing into a nearby chair.
Blood throbbing madly between his legs, Severus growled impatiently as with one arm, he hitched his leg over the arm of the chair, and with the other, hurriedly wrapped a pale hand around his needy erection.
Severus hissed at the contact, squeezing the shaft a little too tight as he slid his other hand down to fondle his bollocks. Severus kneaded the head of his cock roughly, eyeing Harry all the while to coax the first few lubricating drops of precome. He used it to coat his cock thoroughly, making his movements slick and easy.
Severus licked his palm messily and returned it to his groin, sliding it skillfully over the hot, straining length of his shaft. He growled appreciatively at both his own skilled ministrations, and also at Harry, who was eyeing Severus and smiling at his naked lover, absorbed in watching him and massaging his own cock.
Sliding his hands under his own shirt, Harry watched carefully for Severus’ reaction as he peeled away the fabric and threw it cheekily into his audience of one. He smiled as Severus caught it with the hand not flying madly over his prick.
Severus inhaled deep the hot, musky scent of Harry’s shirt, flushed chest rising and falling rapidly as cloudy fluid leaked from the reddened tip of Severus cock. Harry moved up and down against the pole, eyes closed as though at the height of ecstasy and Severus watched, rapt as Harry’s muscles stained and tightened with his movements. Harry started to build up a shining sheen of sweat, his bright red chest dripping and heaving with the effort of his movements...
The visual stimulation was too much for Severus; snarling hungrily, he leapt atop the table and pinned Harry against the pole.
Harry’s yelp of surprised quickly changed to a groan of approval as Severus fell to his knees on the hard tabletop and scrabbled furiously for Harry’s zip.
“Oh yeah, Severus, gonna suck me?” Harry babbled as he closed his eyes and drunkenly reached for Severus’ hair, pushing him closer to his groin.
“Ow! Get off me, idiot boy, I’ve not even got these damnable trousers open!” Severus batted away Harry’s hand as he was shoved rather rudely into his crotch.
Harry whined, leaning back against the pole and trying to be patient as Severus pulled his trousers away, releasing his cock from its confines.
“Suck it down,” Harry insisted, and Severus had to smirk at his lovers unusual impudence, bought on no doubt by his overindulgent alcohol consumption.
He’d play along, Severus decided as he obediently swallowed Harry’s length, humming delightedly around that hot pole of flesh pulsing against his tongue.
Severus drew up again and impaled his face with a single swoop, not allowing his gag reflex to get the better of him as he forced Harry down as far as he could possibly go. Severus seemed to choke around Harry’s cock, but his eyes rolled in pleasure, and Harry pressed his hips forwards, pushing himself even further into that hot, wet cavern until Severus’ nose was pressed firmly into Harry’s damp pubic hair.
Severus set to work, moving himself up and down around Harry’s cock, flicking his tongue wildly against as much of Harry as he could reach. Severus had a wicked tongue, and Harry loved the feel of it sliding against the sensitive silk of his cock, even more so against the bundle of nerves around his hole… but Harry had different ideas for tonight.
“Mm, yeah, wanna fuck you with this…” Harry thrust his hips as he lolled his head against the pole, warm heat pooling in his sac at the very idea. He didn’t usually top, but he was feeling a different sort of randy tonight. And with the amount he’d drunk, he was confident he wouldn’t embarrass himself the way he usually did when he was let loose inside Severus tight, silken passage, by coming before he was even half way inside.
“Hold on,” Severus pulled off long enough to mutter a summoning spell for the lube, before descending once again around Harry’s swollen length. He kept one hand at the base of Harry’s cock as the other skillfully opened the jar of lube, scooping up a fingerful of the slick gel to smear over his own entrance.
Severus continued sucking on Harry as he parted his own legs, reaching between them to apply slick fingers to his needy hole. Severus pushed roughly through his own resistance and into his warm, pulsing sheath, probing and stretching as efficiently as possible so he could soon feel a different probing all together inside of him.
Harry bucked his hips wildly as Severus’ mouth vibrated rather suddenly with a muffled yell. Severus’ eyes were crossing and rolling back in his head, and from the way he was suddenly thrusting his fingers as though his life depended on it, Harry could tell he had managed to locate his prostate.
Harry let Severus fuck himself delirious for another minute, before his cock throbbed impatiently with the continued vibrations of Severus’ swearing delightedly around his mouthful.
“Come on, Severus…” Harry whined, canting his hips impatiently. Severus calmed himself and pulled off with a loud slurp, followed by an indecent-sounding squelch as he pulled three oiled fingers from his arse.
“Lubricate yourself.” Severus told Harry hoarsely, passing him the jar urgently, desperate for something to refill his painfully empty channel. Harry nodded, scooping up an unnecessarily plentiful amount and slapping it messily all over his genitals.
“On your knees, against the pole.” Harry instructed.
Severus wasn’t sure what Harry meant at first, but eventually found himself gripping the smooth metal with both hands, kneeling at a slight angle with his legs spread as wide as was comfortable. Severus felt delightfully demeaned, on his knees with his teenage lover prodding his cock against his shoulder blade, muttering sexy nonsense.
“This, Severus? Right here, this what you want?” Harry pressed his cock against Severus back, sliding it up and down the pronounced vertebra. Severus arched into that delightful heat pressed against his spine and growled “Gods Potter, yes, now!”
Severus spread his legs further as he felt Harry pull apart his buttocks, cock sliding clumsily against his skin as he searched for Severus’ opening unmanned.
Impatiently, Severus reached between his legs and positioned the boy, hissing as Harry pushed abruptly forwards, plump cock sinking into Severus’ warm and welcoming passage.
“Hold still…” Harry muttered, shuffling his weight and rotating his hips, trying to find Severus’ prostate. He knew he’d hit home when Severus lurched forwards, shouting hoarsely as he clenched his hot sheath greedily around Harry’s cock.
“Fucking Merlin…” Severus gasped and gripped the pole again to stop the room from spinning. Harry grunted in approval, pulling out and slamming back in again to make sure he was still in the optimum position. Again, Severus swore loudly and jolted against the gloriously intense sensation.
“Hold on tight,” Harry warned as he bent over Severus’ back and gripped the pole just above Severus’ hands. Severus braced himself, cock trembling as Harry started to fuck him, short sharp thrusts that rocked Severus’ body with every movement.
“Yeah, Severus, right there, you like it when I fuck you right there?” Harry was still babbling in his ear.
Severus nodded frantically, canting backwards to indicate the truth of it, nearly buckling onto all fours as Harry released the pole and wrapped his arms around Severus, holding them close together as Harry drove wildly into him with all the strength he could muster.
Sweat dripped down Severus’ forehead as he rested it against his hands, clenched white around the pole. He yearned to wrap one hand around his swollen cock, were he not mindful of the fact that his grip on the pole was the only thing keeping them upright.
Harry ploughed on dementedly, spurred on as beads of sweat started to run across Severus’ back. Severus was dimly aware of a wet tongue licking along the length of his spine as Harry continued ramming into him with abandon.
The table started to shake threateningly as Harry’s thrusts became even more energetic. Sweaty and sliding with every bout of excruciatingly pleasurable friction Harry forced upon him, Severus recognized the pitched cries a moment before Harry’s orgasm erupted, coating Severus’ channel in sticky warmth.
Severus snarled in frustration and reared up, knocking Harry flat onto his back.
“Don’t move.” Severus growled shortly over his shoulder, as he quickly positioned himself with his knees on either side of Harry’s body.
Harry shrieked as Severus started to ride him furiously, determined to reach his own climax before Harry’s cock wilted. Unlikely, thought Harry as he thrashed wildly against the over-stimulation, cock still pulsing urgently as Severus’ silky walls clamped down on him.
Hot sparks of pleasure started to bubble around Severus’ genitals, and he bellowed in triumph as his cock released jets of milky satisfaction, his insides convulsing with the weight of Harry’s prick still pressed against his pleasure-spot.
Harry jerked beneath him as hot come rained down on his shin. He was sure he had pumped himself dry, and yet he could feel himself twisting and squirming madly as hot sensation consumed his prick yet again.
Floating down from his orgasm, Severus twisted around as he felt Harry’s squirms and heard his whimpers. He pulled off his young fiancé’s cock, smirking wickedly as Harry shivered at the sudden draft to his over-stimulated flesh.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Severus murmured as Harry’s eyes started to flutter with the effort of staying open.
“Too tired…” Harry complained, curling up against Severus’ warm body and preparing to submit to the waves of exhaustion threatening to overtake him.
“I am not sleeping on a table-top, Potter. Your back may be young, but I am not so fortunate.”
Harry groaned grouchily as Severus pulled him up, helping him off the table with soft coaxes and gentle nudges. Then, despite knowing that his poor back would pay dearly for it in the morning, Severus scooped the boy up in his arms, nuzzling Harry gently as his eyes fell shut with a grateful smile.
“Idiot boy.” Severus whispered fondly as he eased Harry between the sheets. Severus’ heart ached warmly as his fiancé snuffled in his sleep, pressing his face into his soft pillow with a dopey smile.
Severus crawled into bed and spooned himself against Harry’s back, staying up to watch Harry sleep despite his own exhaustion. The tiny emeralds on Harry’s engagement ring glinted in the moonlight, and Severus’ chest panged with emotion as he twined his own fingers with Harry’s.
“Very soon, my Harry.” Severus whispered to the sleeping boy. “Very soon, you will be mine forever.”
Forever couldn’t come soon enough.
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: N-17
Prompt: A Drinking Song
Summary: “Harry didn’t usually top, but he was feeling a different sort of randy tonight”
Warnings: bottom!snape, drunk!sex, fluff
Word Count: 2500
Authors Note: Third part of my 7Spells challenge Potterverse.
“Oo-oh come and stir my cau-auldron, and if you do it right…”
“Harry! Shut the hell up!” Ron cast a frantic look around the darkened living room, all too aware of the bat-like figure likely to emerge grouchily from the shadows at any moment.
“I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love to keep you warm toniiiiiiight!”
Harry shook off Dean and Neville’s supporting grip, stumbling away to clamber atop his dining room table.
“Shh, Christ Harry, get down before you wake up-”
“Weasley. Thomas. Longbottom. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Three of the boys present jumped in alarm. The fourth squealed delightedly as a tall figure descended from the staircase, looking no less terrifying despite his being clad in nothing but a grey nightshirt.
“To ME!” Harry beamed triumphantly. “And THIS is to YOU! Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to dedicate this number to my fiancé Severus Snape!”
And with that, Harry burst into the first verse of “You Charmed the Heart Right Out Of Me”.
“He’s been listening to Mum’s music.” Ron explained weakly, quavering under Snape’s increasingly stern expression as Harry started using the salt-shaker as a microphone. Despite the fact that all present were of legal age, under his ex-Professor’s glare, Ron felt very much like a naughty schoolboy having been caught drinking in his dorm room.
“Weasley, how you can have the audacity to bring my partner home utterly inebriated...”
“Harry’s nineteen. He’s allowed to drink.” Neville pointed out quietly, holding Severus’ furious glare with quiet confidence. Severus had a nasty feeling Longbottom was imagining him in a dress and foxfur scarf.
“He’ll be fine.” Neville continued, handing Severus a half-empty potions bottle that Severus recognized as his own Nausea Solution. “I took it before we went out.” Neville explained apologetically.
“A wise precaution.” Severus winced at the idea of Harry throwing up in their bed.
“Anyway, we should really get going…” Ron was not so subtly inching towards the floo, Dean following in his wake. Severus waved them off irritably with a burst of green flames.
And then he rounded on Harry.
“…a cauldron full of…”
“Harry Potter!”
“To keep you warm toni-i-ight!” Harry concluded triumphantly, beaming at his fuming lover.
“Get down from there this instant! You’ll do yourself an injury!”
Harry shook his head, grinning cheekily.
“Potter, do not test me.” Severus growled, advancing on Harry slowly.
Harry did not get down, but slowed his enthusiastic dance moves to soft, swaying motions, his gaze becoming heated as his humming changed tunes.
“Harry?”
Harry didn’t respond, but continued his seductive hum. As though his humming had been an incantation, the radio in the corner of the living room lit up and began warbling out a bawdy, sensual tune.
Harry stretched, smiling drunkenly down at Severus as his dark blue shirt rose, exposing his abdomen and the tempting trail of hairs that disappeared into the waistband of Harry’s snug black trousers.
“Harry…” Severus tried to sound stern, but it came out as more of a throaty moan as Harry arched his back further, making a satisfied purring sound as he did so.
Heat flared in Severus’ belly as Harry’s tight abdominal muscles strained before his eyes.
“You are showing off.” Severus accused.
“You love it when I show off.” Harry retorted smugly, contracting his abs further and leering down at his lover.
Severus couldn’t argue with that, so he contented himself with licking his lips appreciatively as he drank in the beautiful sight of his drunken fiancé moving his hips wantonly in an inviting circle.
He was just starting to relax into Harry’s seductive movements, when much to Severus’ frustration, Harry stopped to eye the salt-shaker still in his hand, frowning as though considering something.
Severus was thoroughly confused when Harry set the salt-shaker in the centre of the table and fished for his wand with bright eyes.
Severus’ own eyes went wide with shock as the salt-shaker began to lengthen and broaden, changing from smooth wood into shiny metal, growing and growing until one end connected seamlessly with the ceiling and the other with the tabletop.
“Sweet Merlin…” Severus realized with a jolt exactly what the pole was for. His cock was suddenly very, very interested.
“Gods, Harry, what are you trying to do to me?” Severus moaned weakly as Harry brushed light, teasing fingers against the smooth metal.
Harry smirked triumphantly as he seized the pole with Dutch confidence. Despite his inebriation, he moved gracefully, grinding and sliding against the pole with sensual movements that had Severus breaking out in a sweat, body tight and trembling with heated waves of arousal.
Not taking his eyes off his lover, Severus hitched up the hem of his nightshirt and pulled it impatiently over his head, collapsing into a nearby chair.
Blood throbbing madly between his legs, Severus growled impatiently as with one arm, he hitched his leg over the arm of the chair, and with the other, hurriedly wrapped a pale hand around his needy erection.
Severus hissed at the contact, squeezing the shaft a little too tight as he slid his other hand down to fondle his bollocks. Severus kneaded the head of his cock roughly, eyeing Harry all the while to coax the first few lubricating drops of precome. He used it to coat his cock thoroughly, making his movements slick and easy.
Severus licked his palm messily and returned it to his groin, sliding it skillfully over the hot, straining length of his shaft. He growled appreciatively at both his own skilled ministrations, and also at Harry, who was eyeing Severus and smiling at his naked lover, absorbed in watching him and massaging his own cock.
Sliding his hands under his own shirt, Harry watched carefully for Severus’ reaction as he peeled away the fabric and threw it cheekily into his audience of one. He smiled as Severus caught it with the hand not flying madly over his prick.
Severus inhaled deep the hot, musky scent of Harry’s shirt, flushed chest rising and falling rapidly as cloudy fluid leaked from the reddened tip of Severus cock. Harry moved up and down against the pole, eyes closed as though at the height of ecstasy and Severus watched, rapt as Harry’s muscles stained and tightened with his movements. Harry started to build up a shining sheen of sweat, his bright red chest dripping and heaving with the effort of his movements...
The visual stimulation was too much for Severus; snarling hungrily, he leapt atop the table and pinned Harry against the pole.
Harry’s yelp of surprised quickly changed to a groan of approval as Severus fell to his knees on the hard tabletop and scrabbled furiously for Harry’s zip.
“Oh yeah, Severus, gonna suck me?” Harry babbled as he closed his eyes and drunkenly reached for Severus’ hair, pushing him closer to his groin.
“Ow! Get off me, idiot boy, I’ve not even got these damnable trousers open!” Severus batted away Harry’s hand as he was shoved rather rudely into his crotch.
Harry whined, leaning back against the pole and trying to be patient as Severus pulled his trousers away, releasing his cock from its confines.
“Suck it down,” Harry insisted, and Severus had to smirk at his lovers unusual impudence, bought on no doubt by his overindulgent alcohol consumption.
He’d play along, Severus decided as he obediently swallowed Harry’s length, humming delightedly around that hot pole of flesh pulsing against his tongue.
Severus drew up again and impaled his face with a single swoop, not allowing his gag reflex to get the better of him as he forced Harry down as far as he could possibly go. Severus seemed to choke around Harry’s cock, but his eyes rolled in pleasure, and Harry pressed his hips forwards, pushing himself even further into that hot, wet cavern until Severus’ nose was pressed firmly into Harry’s damp pubic hair.
Severus set to work, moving himself up and down around Harry’s cock, flicking his tongue wildly against as much of Harry as he could reach. Severus had a wicked tongue, and Harry loved the feel of it sliding against the sensitive silk of his cock, even more so against the bundle of nerves around his hole… but Harry had different ideas for tonight.
“Mm, yeah, wanna fuck you with this…” Harry thrust his hips as he lolled his head against the pole, warm heat pooling in his sac at the very idea. He didn’t usually top, but he was feeling a different sort of randy tonight. And with the amount he’d drunk, he was confident he wouldn’t embarrass himself the way he usually did when he was let loose inside Severus tight, silken passage, by coming before he was even half way inside.
“Hold on,” Severus pulled off long enough to mutter a summoning spell for the lube, before descending once again around Harry’s swollen length. He kept one hand at the base of Harry’s cock as the other skillfully opened the jar of lube, scooping up a fingerful of the slick gel to smear over his own entrance.
Severus continued sucking on Harry as he parted his own legs, reaching between them to apply slick fingers to his needy hole. Severus pushed roughly through his own resistance and into his warm, pulsing sheath, probing and stretching as efficiently as possible so he could soon feel a different probing all together inside of him.
Harry bucked his hips wildly as Severus’ mouth vibrated rather suddenly with a muffled yell. Severus’ eyes were crossing and rolling back in his head, and from the way he was suddenly thrusting his fingers as though his life depended on it, Harry could tell he had managed to locate his prostate.
Harry let Severus fuck himself delirious for another minute, before his cock throbbed impatiently with the continued vibrations of Severus’ swearing delightedly around his mouthful.
“Come on, Severus…” Harry whined, canting his hips impatiently. Severus calmed himself and pulled off with a loud slurp, followed by an indecent-sounding squelch as he pulled three oiled fingers from his arse.
“Lubricate yourself.” Severus told Harry hoarsely, passing him the jar urgently, desperate for something to refill his painfully empty channel. Harry nodded, scooping up an unnecessarily plentiful amount and slapping it messily all over his genitals.
“On your knees, against the pole.” Harry instructed.
Severus wasn’t sure what Harry meant at first, but eventually found himself gripping the smooth metal with both hands, kneeling at a slight angle with his legs spread as wide as was comfortable. Severus felt delightfully demeaned, on his knees with his teenage lover prodding his cock against his shoulder blade, muttering sexy nonsense.
“This, Severus? Right here, this what you want?” Harry pressed his cock against Severus back, sliding it up and down the pronounced vertebra. Severus arched into that delightful heat pressed against his spine and growled “Gods Potter, yes, now!”
Severus spread his legs further as he felt Harry pull apart his buttocks, cock sliding clumsily against his skin as he searched for Severus’ opening unmanned.
Impatiently, Severus reached between his legs and positioned the boy, hissing as Harry pushed abruptly forwards, plump cock sinking into Severus’ warm and welcoming passage.
“Hold still…” Harry muttered, shuffling his weight and rotating his hips, trying to find Severus’ prostate. He knew he’d hit home when Severus lurched forwards, shouting hoarsely as he clenched his hot sheath greedily around Harry’s cock.
“Fucking Merlin…” Severus gasped and gripped the pole again to stop the room from spinning. Harry grunted in approval, pulling out and slamming back in again to make sure he was still in the optimum position. Again, Severus swore loudly and jolted against the gloriously intense sensation.
“Hold on tight,” Harry warned as he bent over Severus’ back and gripped the pole just above Severus’ hands. Severus braced himself, cock trembling as Harry started to fuck him, short sharp thrusts that rocked Severus’ body with every movement.
“Yeah, Severus, right there, you like it when I fuck you right there?” Harry was still babbling in his ear.
Severus nodded frantically, canting backwards to indicate the truth of it, nearly buckling onto all fours as Harry released the pole and wrapped his arms around Severus, holding them close together as Harry drove wildly into him with all the strength he could muster.
Sweat dripped down Severus’ forehead as he rested it against his hands, clenched white around the pole. He yearned to wrap one hand around his swollen cock, were he not mindful of the fact that his grip on the pole was the only thing keeping them upright.
Harry ploughed on dementedly, spurred on as beads of sweat started to run across Severus’ back. Severus was dimly aware of a wet tongue licking along the length of his spine as Harry continued ramming into him with abandon.
The table started to shake threateningly as Harry’s thrusts became even more energetic. Sweaty and sliding with every bout of excruciatingly pleasurable friction Harry forced upon him, Severus recognized the pitched cries a moment before Harry’s orgasm erupted, coating Severus’ channel in sticky warmth.
Severus snarled in frustration and reared up, knocking Harry flat onto his back.
“Don’t move.” Severus growled shortly over his shoulder, as he quickly positioned himself with his knees on either side of Harry’s body.
Harry shrieked as Severus started to ride him furiously, determined to reach his own climax before Harry’s cock wilted. Unlikely, thought Harry as he thrashed wildly against the over-stimulation, cock still pulsing urgently as Severus’ silky walls clamped down on him.
Hot sparks of pleasure started to bubble around Severus’ genitals, and he bellowed in triumph as his cock released jets of milky satisfaction, his insides convulsing with the weight of Harry’s prick still pressed against his pleasure-spot.
Harry jerked beneath him as hot come rained down on his shin. He was sure he had pumped himself dry, and yet he could feel himself twisting and squirming madly as hot sensation consumed his prick yet again.
Floating down from his orgasm, Severus twisted around as he felt Harry’s squirms and heard his whimpers. He pulled off his young fiancé’s cock, smirking wickedly as Harry shivered at the sudden draft to his over-stimulated flesh.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Severus murmured as Harry’s eyes started to flutter with the effort of staying open.
“Too tired…” Harry complained, curling up against Severus’ warm body and preparing to submit to the waves of exhaustion threatening to overtake him.
“I am not sleeping on a table-top, Potter. Your back may be young, but I am not so fortunate.”
Harry groaned grouchily as Severus pulled him up, helping him off the table with soft coaxes and gentle nudges. Then, despite knowing that his poor back would pay dearly for it in the morning, Severus scooped the boy up in his arms, nuzzling Harry gently as his eyes fell shut with a grateful smile.
“Idiot boy.” Severus whispered fondly as he eased Harry between the sheets. Severus’ heart ached warmly as his fiancé snuffled in his sleep, pressing his face into his soft pillow with a dopey smile.
Severus crawled into bed and spooned himself against Harry’s back, staying up to watch Harry sleep despite his own exhaustion. The tiny emeralds on Harry’s engagement ring glinted in the moonlight, and Severus’ chest panged with emotion as he twined his own fingers with Harry’s.
“Very soon, my Harry.” Severus whispered to the sleeping boy. “Very soon, you will be mine forever.”
Forever couldn’t come soon enough.