Fanfiction: Harry Potter - Slash (bottomsnape fest entry)
Title: Can we have sex now, please?
Author: Lufia
Rating: NC-17. That means homosexual porn. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm too poor to be worth suing.
Prompt: #3 Snarry - Snape pursues Harry because Harry is so very well endowed and Snape's a greedy bottom. - Submitted by jadzia7667
Pairing: SS/HP (Duh!)
Word count: 2991
Warnings: The plot got lost in the traffic, OOC 'cause Snape's a bit of a slut in here, and overall silliness, plus use of sex toys. Unbeta'd too.
Notes: That's my first try at Snarry and I've not written that much fanfiction. Be gentle, please? If anybody is willing to be a late beta reader to help me make it better, I'm willing to rewrite pretty much everything.
Can we have sex now, please?
He rubbed the dildo back and forth against his balls while tweaking his nipples with his other hand. He knew he wouldn't last much longer; he had already been teasing himself for a long time and his whole body was trembling with lust. Still, he didn't want to end it.
He tried to blink the sweat away from his eyes and get his matted hair away from his face but the sweat had made the greasy strands cling fiercely to his skin. He almost bit through his lip as he circled his throbbing cock with the dildo, refusing to acknowledge the whimper he had choked down. There were things Severus Snape didn't do, and whimpering was one of them. Another one was mewling. It was simply a moan that had escaped him as he stroked the sensitive skin just behind his balls with the head of the fake cock.
He knew couldn't deny himself any longer so he moved his hand lower, nudging his already slick and well-fucked hole with the toy and- Oh fuck- arched his back and closed his eyes as he felt the blissful sensation of penetration. He wanted to go slowly and change rhythm to keep himself on the edge of orgasm like he had done for the previous hours but he just couldn't hold back anymore.
He rammed the dildo up his arse almost violently, stroking his prostate with each trust, jerking off furiously with his other hand and within minutes he was coming all over himself, toes curling in the bed sheets as he let out a strangled cry.
When he came back to himself, Severus noticed he had shoved the dildo in his arse up to the knuckles of the hand holding it. He extricated it slowly sat up. He then did another thing that Severus Snape didn't do: he let out a giggle upon noticing that not only his arse was sore - well, he had been expecting that - but his wrists were as well.
He made his way to the bathroom with the intent to soak in warm water for at least the next hour.
~*~
The "Second Total War Against Evil" (the ridiculous name was a courtesy of the Daily Prohet) was over, Voldemort had been spectacularly defeated by Harry Potter and Severus Snape was back to his teaching position at Hogwarts after a very long trial to prove his loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix. Now a free man, there was only one thing Severus Snape wanted.
Sex.
He had gone through an unfortunate period of celibacy and very much wanted to get laid as much as possible before he was too old to get it up. And he didn't want it from anybody, either.
He wanted Harry Potter, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Who had displayed an impressive bulge in the crotch area while wearing Muggle jeans at a teachers meeting. Pomfrey and Hooch were still giggling about it when they thought nobody could hear them. Severus didn't giggle, of course - he never giggled, not even while bathing in blissful afterglow - but the memory was enough to send a spark of arousal to his own cock.
The fact that he disliked Potter's company was inconsequential; the fact that the dislike was mutual even more so. Potter had a huge cock and Severus had an arsehole that had been deprived of huge cocks for too long. Therefore, Potter had to fuck him.
He just had to make Potter agree on that conclusion.
From that point on, that day was Day 1 as far as Severus was concerned. Day 1 of his MIssion to Seduce HArry Potter, or MISHAP.
His first encounter with Potter was at lunch. He nodded in his direction and offered and almost-friendly "Good day, Mr. Potter. How are you?". He pretended not to notice that all the teachers had turned to stare at him.
He repeated the greeting on Day 2 and received a mumbled "Hello Snape. I'm fine, you?" in return. He tried to get a conversation going by talking about classes and other banalities that his colleagues always seemed so fond of discussing but Potter only paled and concentrated on his plate. All his colleagues were once more staring at him. Apart from Minerva, the new Headmistress, who was apparently trying to hold back laughter. Damn her.
His progress on Day 1 and Day 2 had not been very satisfying and Severus thought maybe it was time to make things a bit clearer, especially if he wanted to get laid before the next century. He caught Potter in a corridor on Day 3 and stopped him with a "Mr. Potter" harsher than he had intended. Habit, certainly.
"Snape. What do you want?" he answered a bit warily.
"I was wondering if we could have a drink together in the Three Broomsticks one of these days."
That made Potter gape like a fish.
He tried to smile, which probably came out more like a sneer.
That made Potter flee.
Maybe it would be wise to bypass Day 4 and wait until Potter had stopped fretting out, most probably on Day 5, to try anything else.
~*~
Following his resolution, he was grading papers on the evening of Day 4 when his office door opened. He scowled at the lack of knock and looked up, right into the face of Harry Potter.
"What do you want?"
Potter smoothed his palms down his front and fidgeted a little. "I think the real question here is what do you want?"
Severus refrained from sighing at Potter's unintelligibility. What was he on about now? "What? You're the one in my office right now. What do you mean?" he asked, just a bit harshly.
"Snape, you've been confusing the hell out of me these past days and I'm starting to freak out, there. Will you just tell me what is this all about?"
Oh. Well, Severus had to admit that his attempts at seduction, if they could be called that, had been less than successful. Maybe it was time for a more direct approach. He got up and stalked towards Potter. He could see the young man bracing himself for whatever was to come and steeling his resolve to stand his ground. As they came face to face, Severus dropped to his knees and started fondling Potter while trying to undo his trousers one-handed.
Potter took at least two whole seconds before reacting and shrieking "What the fuck are you doing?" as he made quite an impressive leap backwards.
"Fuck. That's just the right word you've got there."
"If you think I'm letting you anywhere near my arse..." Potter punctuated his sentence with a snort.
Severus shrugged. "It's a good thing I care much more about your cock, then."
Potter's jaw dropped as if he had been hit in the stomach. Hard. Then the expression turned into a very feral smile that sent a little chill down Severus's spine. Potter hauled him up from the floor and dragged him to his little bedroom attached to his office. Severus would have protested at being unceremoniously thrown on his own bed but he found his mouth suddenly full of Potter's tongue and his rant turned into a moan.
He wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Potter while the latter was attempting to tear his clothes apart. The sound of ripped tissue indicated he was succeeding. In no time, Severus found himself stark naked while Potter was still fully clothed, a situation he wasn't fully comfortable with. To make matters worse, Potter seemed to have calmed down at last and was kneeling back above him, staring. He tugged half-heartedly at Potter's shirt as he felt a very embarrassing blush creep on his face.
Potter seemed to understand his discomfort and started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly. Damn him!
At long last, a chest covered with a light dusting of dark hair was revealed. Severus couldn't help but stare at the well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles and felt the first sparks of arousal as he looked at the fine trail of dark hair that led into Potter's trousers. Potter noticed - of course he did, he was still kneeling over him - and looked down at his hardening cock. And he smiled. Severus fought not to flinch under the scrutiny.
Potter unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them and his underwear in one swift move and Severus couldn't care less whether Potter was staring at him or not because Potter had just revealed his beautiful, beautiful cock. It was only half-hard but it already was the thickest penis Severus had seen in his whole life. A shudder went through him. God, he couldn't wait for it to become fully hard and see the head revealed beneath the foreskin. Severus felt his prick harden in seconds and his mouth start to water at the thought.
"Do you like it?"
The question startled Severus and he looked up at Potter - Where had his glasses gone? - to nod mutely. The younger man smiled and got on all fours above him, crawling to bring his still hardening cock closer to Severus's face.
"Just how much do you like it?"
Severus opened his mouth in response. With a moan, Potter shoved his cock forward. Severus tried to take as much as he could, but he was sadly lacking practice and Potter was just so damn huge. He released the cock for a second to spit in his hand and started jerking Potter off. He took back the head in his mouth and sucked lightly. His mind was chanting "The most beautiful prick in the world is in my mouth!" over and over again as he sucked Potter to full hardness, which really didn't take long at all. He drew back slightly and used his hand to push the foreskin back and ran his tongue inside the slit. The shudder that went through Potter was very rewarding and he would have smiled if his mouth wasn't occupied with more interesting tasks.
That's when Potter decided to put a hand on Severus's forehead and lift himself away, depriving him from the best oversized candy he had ever tasted. He groaned in disappointment.
"Have any lube around here?" Potter asked breathlessly. He was the most delicious thing Severus had ever seen, with his eyes glazed over and his hair sticking out in all directions.
"In the bedside table." He was breathless too. Damn.
Potter crawled over him to reach said bedside table and brought his cock and balls just above Severus's head while doing so. He couldn't resist and took one of the offered testicles in his mouth, drawing circles with his tongue all around it. Potter moaned loudly, which in turn made Severus whimper and reach for his neglected erection with his hand. Then Potter started laughing. Severus's eyes snapped open - When had he closed them? - and he let Potter's ball go with a wet sound.
Potter got the lube out of the drawer, closely followed by... his dildo. Oh fuck. Severus felt he was blushing fiercely, up to the root of his hair, but couldn't do anything to prevent it.
"Well, well, well. What have we got there?" Potter said with the most annoying canary-got-the-cream expression he had ever seen. He couldn't decide whether he most wanted to hit him or sink through the floor. Thankfully, Potter decided to just kneel back between his legs, slap Severus's hand away from his prick and coat his fingers with lube. Severus wasn't sure he could have taken any remark on the matter, teasing or otherwise.
Finally, he felt Potter's fingers trace lightly around his hole which had the effect of making him moan, his upper body melt into the mattress and his legs spread apart as far as they would go. He could just forget about that unfortunate dildo incident and enjoy the sensation of - fuck - a nail other than his own scratching lightly over his anus. Potter inserted a digit very, very slowly inside him and started to finger-fuck him with only his index at a pace that was bound to drive him mad. Severus growled in frustration, which didn't have any effect on Potter. By the time Severus seriously considered taking matters into his own hands, Potter finally - finally! - inserted a second finger and accelerated his pace.
The sensation of scissoring fingers was a little uncomfortable but Potter made up for it by bumping into his prostate over and over again. Severus was biting his lip fiercely but he was sure that didn't prevent various undignified sounds from escaping him. At least the words Oh God, yes! Fuck! Please! More! that were the only ones his brain could come up with at the moment weren't uttered aloud. Thank God for small mercies the pounding blood in his ears seemed to say. Severus was sure Potter had added more fingers but he couldn't remember how to count.
Then all sensation stopped. Severus took some seconds to catch his breath before opening his eyes, hoping to see Potter fist his cock to lube it up. Instead, he saw Potter applying liberal amounts of lube onto his dildo. The blush he had been sporting earlier returned in full.
Potter advanced on him and Severus grabbed his thighs with his hands to keep his legs close to his chest. Shallow breaths escaped him as he watched Potter insert slowly the dildo in his waiting arse. Oh fuck! he wanted to shout. And he probably had.
"Do you use this often?" Potter asked as he slowly pushed the dildo all the way in. Severus wasn't sure if he had the breath or the inclination to answer but that didn't seem to matter to Potter because he then leaned above him for a very messy kiss.
Potter was once again using a very slow pace to fuck him, but Severus couldn't find the force to complain, awash as he was in bliss. Until he - Holy fucking hell! - felt the dildo ram into his prostate, which had the effect of making his toes curl and his back arch. He didn't even bother trying biting back his cry.
Potter chuckled. "I would never have thought you would be that vocal."
Severus wanted to shut him up. Potter managed that all by himself by taking Severus's cock into his mouth. He cried out again and feared he would break his spine by arching his head backwards so much. And - Oh fuck! - Potter chuckled yet again but he couldn't complain because that sent tremors through his cock, balls, and whole damn body.
Severus was sure his genitals had never gotten so much attention as Potter was alternatively caressing and - Oh God! Fuck! - licking every bit of skin of his balls and cock and he was sure - Fuckfuckfuck - his brain would just fry from the delicious sensation and - Ohmygod! - Potter kept fucking him hard with the dildo and he felt - Argh! Fuckinghell! - the head of his prick connect with the back of Potter's throat, and he swall- Oh FUCK! Fuckfuckfuck-
He tried to blink, thinking that would set his brain back into gear.
"You passed out." Potter said far too cheerfully for his liking. He turned his head to see the very smug expression on the brat's face. He looked lower to see the hard and huge prick Potter hadn't even needed to use to give him an earth-shattering orgasm. He turned to lie on his belly and spread his legs once again.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm shagged out enough to be able to manage that beater's bat of yours, now."
Potter chuckled. Severus found he had done quite enough chuckling for his lifetime during this encounter. He felt the bed shift and looked over his shoulder to see Potter throw his head back as he fisted his cock to apply lube on it. Severus was sure the sight would have got him hard again in mere seconds if he wasn't already in his forties. The younger man got into place, parting his arse cheeks and pushing in slowly.
As Severus was starting to really marvel at Potter's control, he noticed his arms were trembling with the effort of holding back. He contracted his muscles with a smirk and Potter showed all the way in - Deep, oh so deep - with a cry.
"Won't last long." he breathed out before moving.
Severus was sure his prick couldn't be interested in a second orgasm before some more hours but that didn't matter because Potter's beautiful prick was splitting him open, stimulating his prostate like nothing had ever done before and he wasn't sure whether he was flying or drowning, all he was sure was that it was pure bliss and that he never wanted it to end.
All too soon, he felt warm semen flood him and Potter collapsed on top of him. He sighed contentedly. After a few seconds, Potter rolled off him and propped himself up on his elbow, looking a bit dumbfounded, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"I should get going." he said.
Yes, he should. But Severus didn't want him to. He wanted Potter to fuck him on every available surface in his quarters, in Potter's quarters, even in his classroom, and then start all over again. How was he supposed to tell Potter that he was in love with his cock?
He settled for "Yes, you should. But you could, er... come back?" which was lame as hell, but he couldn't come up with anything better given that he still wasn't quite sure where his brain had gone.
Potter seemed to consider the idea. He finally smirked and tossed negligently "I'll think about it." while gathering his clothes.
Severus couldn't help smiling into his pillow.
~ Fin
Author: Lufia
Rating: NC-17. That means homosexual porn. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm too poor to be worth suing.
Prompt: #3 Snarry - Snape pursues Harry because Harry is so very well endowed and Snape's a greedy bottom. - Submitted by jadzia7667
Pairing: SS/HP (Duh!)
Word count: 2991
Warnings: The plot got lost in the traffic, OOC 'cause Snape's a bit of a slut in here, and overall silliness, plus use of sex toys. Unbeta'd too.
Notes: That's my first try at Snarry and I've not written that much fanfiction. Be gentle, please? If anybody is willing to be a late beta reader to help me make it better, I'm willing to rewrite pretty much everything.
Can we have sex now, please?
He rubbed the dildo back and forth against his balls while tweaking his nipples with his other hand. He knew he wouldn't last much longer; he had already been teasing himself for a long time and his whole body was trembling with lust. Still, he didn't want to end it.
He tried to blink the sweat away from his eyes and get his matted hair away from his face but the sweat had made the greasy strands cling fiercely to his skin. He almost bit through his lip as he circled his throbbing cock with the dildo, refusing to acknowledge the whimper he had choked down. There were things Severus Snape didn't do, and whimpering was one of them. Another one was mewling. It was simply a moan that had escaped him as he stroked the sensitive skin just behind his balls with the head of the fake cock.
He knew couldn't deny himself any longer so he moved his hand lower, nudging his already slick and well-fucked hole with the toy and- Oh fuck- arched his back and closed his eyes as he felt the blissful sensation of penetration. He wanted to go slowly and change rhythm to keep himself on the edge of orgasm like he had done for the previous hours but he just couldn't hold back anymore.
He rammed the dildo up his arse almost violently, stroking his prostate with each trust, jerking off furiously with his other hand and within minutes he was coming all over himself, toes curling in the bed sheets as he let out a strangled cry.
When he came back to himself, Severus noticed he had shoved the dildo in his arse up to the knuckles of the hand holding it. He extricated it slowly sat up. He then did another thing that Severus Snape didn't do: he let out a giggle upon noticing that not only his arse was sore - well, he had been expecting that - but his wrists were as well.
He made his way to the bathroom with the intent to soak in warm water for at least the next hour.
~*~
The "Second Total War Against Evil" (the ridiculous name was a courtesy of the Daily Prohet) was over, Voldemort had been spectacularly defeated by Harry Potter and Severus Snape was back to his teaching position at Hogwarts after a very long trial to prove his loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix. Now a free man, there was only one thing Severus Snape wanted.
Sex.
He had gone through an unfortunate period of celibacy and very much wanted to get laid as much as possible before he was too old to get it up. And he didn't want it from anybody, either.
He wanted Harry Potter, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Who had displayed an impressive bulge in the crotch area while wearing Muggle jeans at a teachers meeting. Pomfrey and Hooch were still giggling about it when they thought nobody could hear them. Severus didn't giggle, of course - he never giggled, not even while bathing in blissful afterglow - but the memory was enough to send a spark of arousal to his own cock.
The fact that he disliked Potter's company was inconsequential; the fact that the dislike was mutual even more so. Potter had a huge cock and Severus had an arsehole that had been deprived of huge cocks for too long. Therefore, Potter had to fuck him.
He just had to make Potter agree on that conclusion.
From that point on, that day was Day 1 as far as Severus was concerned. Day 1 of his MIssion to Seduce HArry Potter, or MISHAP.
His first encounter with Potter was at lunch. He nodded in his direction and offered and almost-friendly "Good day, Mr. Potter. How are you?". He pretended not to notice that all the teachers had turned to stare at him.
He repeated the greeting on Day 2 and received a mumbled "Hello Snape. I'm fine, you?" in return. He tried to get a conversation going by talking about classes and other banalities that his colleagues always seemed so fond of discussing but Potter only paled and concentrated on his plate. All his colleagues were once more staring at him. Apart from Minerva, the new Headmistress, who was apparently trying to hold back laughter. Damn her.
His progress on Day 1 and Day 2 had not been very satisfying and Severus thought maybe it was time to make things a bit clearer, especially if he wanted to get laid before the next century. He caught Potter in a corridor on Day 3 and stopped him with a "Mr. Potter" harsher than he had intended. Habit, certainly.
"Snape. What do you want?" he answered a bit warily.
"I was wondering if we could have a drink together in the Three Broomsticks one of these days."
That made Potter gape like a fish.
He tried to smile, which probably came out more like a sneer.
That made Potter flee.
Maybe it would be wise to bypass Day 4 and wait until Potter had stopped fretting out, most probably on Day 5, to try anything else.
~*~
Following his resolution, he was grading papers on the evening of Day 4 when his office door opened. He scowled at the lack of knock and looked up, right into the face of Harry Potter.
"What do you want?"
Potter smoothed his palms down his front and fidgeted a little. "I think the real question here is what do you want?"
Severus refrained from sighing at Potter's unintelligibility. What was he on about now? "What? You're the one in my office right now. What do you mean?" he asked, just a bit harshly.
"Snape, you've been confusing the hell out of me these past days and I'm starting to freak out, there. Will you just tell me what is this all about?"
Oh. Well, Severus had to admit that his attempts at seduction, if they could be called that, had been less than successful. Maybe it was time for a more direct approach. He got up and stalked towards Potter. He could see the young man bracing himself for whatever was to come and steeling his resolve to stand his ground. As they came face to face, Severus dropped to his knees and started fondling Potter while trying to undo his trousers one-handed.
Potter took at least two whole seconds before reacting and shrieking "What the fuck are you doing?" as he made quite an impressive leap backwards.
"Fuck. That's just the right word you've got there."
"If you think I'm letting you anywhere near my arse..." Potter punctuated his sentence with a snort.
Severus shrugged. "It's a good thing I care much more about your cock, then."
Potter's jaw dropped as if he had been hit in the stomach. Hard. Then the expression turned into a very feral smile that sent a little chill down Severus's spine. Potter hauled him up from the floor and dragged him to his little bedroom attached to his office. Severus would have protested at being unceremoniously thrown on his own bed but he found his mouth suddenly full of Potter's tongue and his rant turned into a moan.
He wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Potter while the latter was attempting to tear his clothes apart. The sound of ripped tissue indicated he was succeeding. In no time, Severus found himself stark naked while Potter was still fully clothed, a situation he wasn't fully comfortable with. To make matters worse, Potter seemed to have calmed down at last and was kneeling back above him, staring. He tugged half-heartedly at Potter's shirt as he felt a very embarrassing blush creep on his face.
Potter seemed to understand his discomfort and started to unbutton his shirt. Slowly. Damn him!
At long last, a chest covered with a light dusting of dark hair was revealed. Severus couldn't help but stare at the well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles and felt the first sparks of arousal as he looked at the fine trail of dark hair that led into Potter's trousers. Potter noticed - of course he did, he was still kneeling over him - and looked down at his hardening cock. And he smiled. Severus fought not to flinch under the scrutiny.
Potter unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them and his underwear in one swift move and Severus couldn't care less whether Potter was staring at him or not because Potter had just revealed his beautiful, beautiful cock. It was only half-hard but it already was the thickest penis Severus had seen in his whole life. A shudder went through him. God, he couldn't wait for it to become fully hard and see the head revealed beneath the foreskin. Severus felt his prick harden in seconds and his mouth start to water at the thought.
"Do you like it?"
The question startled Severus and he looked up at Potter - Where had his glasses gone? - to nod mutely. The younger man smiled and got on all fours above him, crawling to bring his still hardening cock closer to Severus's face.
"Just how much do you like it?"
Severus opened his mouth in response. With a moan, Potter shoved his cock forward. Severus tried to take as much as he could, but he was sadly lacking practice and Potter was just so damn huge. He released the cock for a second to spit in his hand and started jerking Potter off. He took back the head in his mouth and sucked lightly. His mind was chanting "The most beautiful prick in the world is in my mouth!" over and over again as he sucked Potter to full hardness, which really didn't take long at all. He drew back slightly and used his hand to push the foreskin back and ran his tongue inside the slit. The shudder that went through Potter was very rewarding and he would have smiled if his mouth wasn't occupied with more interesting tasks.
That's when Potter decided to put a hand on Severus's forehead and lift himself away, depriving him from the best oversized candy he had ever tasted. He groaned in disappointment.
"Have any lube around here?" Potter asked breathlessly. He was the most delicious thing Severus had ever seen, with his eyes glazed over and his hair sticking out in all directions.
"In the bedside table." He was breathless too. Damn.
Potter crawled over him to reach said bedside table and brought his cock and balls just above Severus's head while doing so. He couldn't resist and took one of the offered testicles in his mouth, drawing circles with his tongue all around it. Potter moaned loudly, which in turn made Severus whimper and reach for his neglected erection with his hand. Then Potter started laughing. Severus's eyes snapped open - When had he closed them? - and he let Potter's ball go with a wet sound.
Potter got the lube out of the drawer, closely followed by... his dildo. Oh fuck. Severus felt he was blushing fiercely, up to the root of his hair, but couldn't do anything to prevent it.
"Well, well, well. What have we got there?" Potter said with the most annoying canary-got-the-cream expression he had ever seen. He couldn't decide whether he most wanted to hit him or sink through the floor. Thankfully, Potter decided to just kneel back between his legs, slap Severus's hand away from his prick and coat his fingers with lube. Severus wasn't sure he could have taken any remark on the matter, teasing or otherwise.
Finally, he felt Potter's fingers trace lightly around his hole which had the effect of making him moan, his upper body melt into the mattress and his legs spread apart as far as they would go. He could just forget about that unfortunate dildo incident and enjoy the sensation of - fuck - a nail other than his own scratching lightly over his anus. Potter inserted a digit very, very slowly inside him and started to finger-fuck him with only his index at a pace that was bound to drive him mad. Severus growled in frustration, which didn't have any effect on Potter. By the time Severus seriously considered taking matters into his own hands, Potter finally - finally! - inserted a second finger and accelerated his pace.
The sensation of scissoring fingers was a little uncomfortable but Potter made up for it by bumping into his prostate over and over again. Severus was biting his lip fiercely but he was sure that didn't prevent various undignified sounds from escaping him. At least the words Oh God, yes! Fuck! Please! More! that were the only ones his brain could come up with at the moment weren't uttered aloud. Thank God for small mercies the pounding blood in his ears seemed to say. Severus was sure Potter had added more fingers but he couldn't remember how to count.
Then all sensation stopped. Severus took some seconds to catch his breath before opening his eyes, hoping to see Potter fist his cock to lube it up. Instead, he saw Potter applying liberal amounts of lube onto his dildo. The blush he had been sporting earlier returned in full.
Potter advanced on him and Severus grabbed his thighs with his hands to keep his legs close to his chest. Shallow breaths escaped him as he watched Potter insert slowly the dildo in his waiting arse. Oh fuck! he wanted to shout. And he probably had.
"Do you use this often?" Potter asked as he slowly pushed the dildo all the way in. Severus wasn't sure if he had the breath or the inclination to answer but that didn't seem to matter to Potter because he then leaned above him for a very messy kiss.
Potter was once again using a very slow pace to fuck him, but Severus couldn't find the force to complain, awash as he was in bliss. Until he - Holy fucking hell! - felt the dildo ram into his prostate, which had the effect of making his toes curl and his back arch. He didn't even bother trying biting back his cry.
Potter chuckled. "I would never have thought you would be that vocal."
Severus wanted to shut him up. Potter managed that all by himself by taking Severus's cock into his mouth. He cried out again and feared he would break his spine by arching his head backwards so much. And - Oh fuck! - Potter chuckled yet again but he couldn't complain because that sent tremors through his cock, balls, and whole damn body.
Severus was sure his genitals had never gotten so much attention as Potter was alternatively caressing and - Oh God! Fuck! - licking every bit of skin of his balls and cock and he was sure - Fuckfuckfuck - his brain would just fry from the delicious sensation and - Ohmygod! - Potter kept fucking him hard with the dildo and he felt - Argh! Fuckinghell! - the head of his prick connect with the back of Potter's throat, and he swall- Oh FUCK! Fuckfuckfuck-
He tried to blink, thinking that would set his brain back into gear.
"You passed out." Potter said far too cheerfully for his liking. He turned his head to see the very smug expression on the brat's face. He looked lower to see the hard and huge prick Potter hadn't even needed to use to give him an earth-shattering orgasm. He turned to lie on his belly and spread his legs once again.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm shagged out enough to be able to manage that beater's bat of yours, now."
Potter chuckled. Severus found he had done quite enough chuckling for his lifetime during this encounter. He felt the bed shift and looked over his shoulder to see Potter throw his head back as he fisted his cock to apply lube on it. Severus was sure the sight would have got him hard again in mere seconds if he wasn't already in his forties. The younger man got into place, parting his arse cheeks and pushing in slowly.
As Severus was starting to really marvel at Potter's control, he noticed his arms were trembling with the effort of holding back. He contracted his muscles with a smirk and Potter showed all the way in - Deep, oh so deep - with a cry.
"Won't last long." he breathed out before moving.
Severus was sure his prick couldn't be interested in a second orgasm before some more hours but that didn't matter because Potter's beautiful prick was splitting him open, stimulating his prostate like nothing had ever done before and he wasn't sure whether he was flying or drowning, all he was sure was that it was pure bliss and that he never wanted it to end.
All too soon, he felt warm semen flood him and Potter collapsed on top of him. He sighed contentedly. After a few seconds, Potter rolled off him and propped himself up on his elbow, looking a bit dumbfounded, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"I should get going." he said.
Yes, he should. But Severus didn't want him to. He wanted Potter to fuck him on every available surface in his quarters, in Potter's quarters, even in his classroom, and then start all over again. How was he supposed to tell Potter that he was in love with his cock?
He settled for "Yes, you should. But you could, er... come back?" which was lame as hell, but he couldn't come up with anything better given that he still wasn't quite sure where his brain had gone.
Potter seemed to consider the idea. He finally smirked and tossed negligently "I'll think about it." while gathering his clothes.
Severus couldn't help smiling into his pillow.
~ Fin