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Ever since the day of the final battle, Harry expected to feel guilty for staying alive. He expected to have troubles moving forward with his life, to struggle finding his footing but to his surprise, he felt relieved, accomplished. It took several months to put the basic things back into order. It was emotionally exhausting, especially burying the dead and swimming in all the grieving. But as much as he wanted to stay out of the way and guilt trip himself over all the deaths, he wasn’t allowed to.
Thank god for that. Instead, he mourned with everyone else, cried, and fought. Fought for all who had a significant impact on the war: the Malfoys. Snape.
That was where he was coming from: the Ministry. Snape’s pardon clenched in his hand, he was determined for the man to get his life back. Or rather begin to live his life the way he wanted to. Being in a coma, waiting for the poison to clear, couldn’t have been a walk in the park. But, as Madam Pomfrey said, it was almost done and out, he should be able to wake up anytime soon now.
Harry’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
Taking the stairs two at a time, it wasn’t long until Harry reached the infirmary.
“Madam Pomfrey?”
“Mr Potter! What a pleasant surprise. Is there anything ailing you or are you here for Professor Snape?”
Harry blushed, trying to keep it together. “The professor. I got his pardon.”
He was a tad surprised by the hug that followed. “Splendid,” she said, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Simply splendid. Thank you so much, young man.”
“Ah, well, it was a given, wasn’t it? Wouldn’t have been fair otherwise.”
She sniffed. “Severus would be the first to point out that life wasn’t fair.”
Yeah, he did use to say that on occasion. Or two.
“You said he should be awake anytime now, right?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, her air of professionalism back. “I was just about to check his bloodwork if you don’t mind waiting.”
“Not at all,” he said, smiling. Taking a chair, he moved it closer to Snape’s bed and sat down.
The man was pale. Paler than usual. The previous year wasn’t kind to him but the months in the infirmary were. His stress lines were almost gone and his face looked peaceful. Harry knew the moment he woke up, it would be the same old surly Snape but now, this up close and sleeping…
Something twisted Harry’s insides and he bit his lower lip to keep from making any noise.
He was fucked. Not literally, of course. But after seeing Snape’s memories and fighting for him with every ounce of strength he had, he began to admire the man. So many evenings spent wanking to Snape; his capabilities, bravery, strength… Harry knew those were not the usual things to wank to, but they were what had Harry’s blood boiling and lava spilling inside his body.
And if he ever had the chance to have that all to himself–
He shot up in his seat at the tiny sound he heard from the bed.
“Mr Potter, all the bloodwork comes back negative, he should be–”
There was a groan. A very loud groan. The guttural kind, that made the little hair at the nape of one’s neck rise, that made one’s stomach do a summersault, that made one blush at the indecency of it. Madam Pomfrey stood still, eyes wide, and Harry… Harry’s toes curled, his breathing quickened, and his cock strained his trousers so hard that it was as if his wanking sessions in the morning never happened.
“Severus?” asked Madam Pomfrey, her voice rather squeaky.
Snape’s eyes shot open. Harry expected a snide remark, sniping, snapping, anything. What he did not expect was the way Snape’s back bowed as another moan escaped him.
“Are you in pain?” the matron asked, striding over to him quickly, no doubt to check something.
Harry was familiar with pain. The sounds were similar and yet, diametrically different. The main reason, the main difference that he himself found, was that he did not get hard at the sounds coming from pain. Snape was definitely not in pain.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.
And now Madam Pomfrey knew as well.
“In pain? In fucking pain? Of course, I’m in pain, woman! I’ve got a boner that could pound nails!”
Madam Pomfrey squeaked at his words, while Harry blushed everywhere.
“Severus! Mind your tongue, we’re not alone!” she said hurriedly.
As if Harry minded. As if his thoughts were not filled with the filth Snape was uttering right now. As if his mind did not choose this moment to fill his body with arousal and desire. As if Harry was strong enough to resist.
Snape sat up, his eyes immediately glued to Harry’s. Time stopped, for a moment at least. Then Snape’s gaze travelled down Harry’s body, resting on the bulge between his legs. Harry expected a smirk, a derogatory remark, but instead, Snape licked his lips, his mouth parted, and… was that saliva forming in the corners of his lips?
“Potter–”
“I’ve got your pardon!” he blurted, shoving the crumpled parchment in Snape’s direction. “You’re a free man now.”
Snape pried the parchment from him–and threw it on the bedside table. “A parchment can’t fuck me now, can it.”
It was Harry’s turn to lick his lips. “No, I suppose not.”
“Severus! That’s highly–”
“I’VE BEEN MADE IMPOTENT FOR HALF OF MY LIFE BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING NOSELESS SON OF A BITCH! IF I WANT TO GET FUCKED, I WILL GET FUCKED, ALL WAYS INTO SUNDAY!” shouted Snape. He turned to Harry, who couldn’t hide his arousal any longer, panting harshly now. “You’re aroused, you have a cock, you will do.”
It wasn’t exactly the sentiment Harry was looking for, but–
“Here?”
“NO!” This time it was Madam Pomfrey who yelled. “Think this through, gentlemen, you don’t want to regret anything–”
“Poppy,” began Snape, getting up from the bed. Harry got a glimpse at the hard length tenting Snape’s hospital attire, and his mouth watered. “Potter will be doing the fucking,” he continued, taking Harry’s hand and the pardon, dragging him away from the infirmary. “That means he has to enjoy it in order to get hard and fuck me. I will not be coercing him in any way.” He stopped, throwing Harry against the wall and the young man moaned weakly, as Snape rutted against him for a blissful moment only. “Not that he needs any encouragement,” he finished, his voice more collected than Harry expected.
They were out of the infirmary before the matron could protest again. Snape did not lead him to the Dungeons but upstairs to, what Harry surmised after a couple of flights of stairs, his former office as a Headmaster.
“Severus! It’s so good to see you up and abo–”
“Not now, Minerva!” Harry marveled at how he didn’t even pause in his tracks, heading straight for the gargoyle. “Potter’s going to be fucking me for a couple of days. Be kind and send us some food.”
Harry looked helplessly back at the stunned Headmistress, giving her a thumbs up with his free hand, before Snape yanked him to move faster.
As soon as they entered Snape’s former quarters, the man took off the hospital clothes and plastered himself against the wall, pulling Harry against him and kissing him.
Harry moaned, all his recent dreams about to come true apparently. He had so much creative material he conjured up for his wanking fantasies that he didn’t even know where to start. Certain that his Potter’s luck would hold, he gave himself over to the kiss, giving back as much as he got, making the man moan and god, he wanted him so much. He wanted to hear more of the sounds, more of the man’s commands, more of everything.
Snape ripped their mouths apart, panting. “Be rough. Use me. Make me remember this. Make me beg.”
Harry’s eyes were wide with desire, arousal coiling in his body at Snape’s words. “Where’s the line?”
“No pain.”
“Good, I’m not into that.” Then Harry went back to kissing him, passionately, taking control and realising that Snape was slowly giving himself over to him. Harry took each of the man’s hands into his own and raised them above Snape’s head, keeping them there as he plundered his mouth and ground their hips together. He swallowed Snape’s moan, then a hitch of breath, which cut off another moan, his pitch changing, rising. Harry pinned both wrists down with one hand, his other sneaking between their bodies, squeezing Snape’s cock, pumping once, twice before Snape shouted into his mouth and stilled, warmth seeping through Harry’s clothes and down his hand on Snape’s cock as the man came and came.
Harry caught him just in time and lowered him gently to the floor, where the man leaned against the wall, trying to bring his breathing under control, his face split by the stupidest smile Harry had ever seen.
“Twenty years, Potter. Twenty fucking years of forced celibacy when the Dark Lord blocked all forms of release through the Dark Mark. Others begged, I endured.”
Then Snape’s eyes glinted, his tongue came out to lick the plump lips, and Harry realised that when he told Professor McGonagall they’d be fucking for days, Snape wasn’t likely exaggerating. Harry gulped, more than ready to lose his virginity to Snape.
“Let’s fix that, then. You said something about begging.”
Harry got up, watching the smile on Snape’s face turning predatory. “Make me.”
“Oh, don’t worry, sir, I will.” Harry tilted his head in contemplation. If all bets were off and the only thing Snape didn’t like was pain, then… could Harry indulge in his fantasies?
“Come undress me.”
Snape was on his feet in no time, approaching Harry in all his naked glory.
“Fuck, you’re still hard.”
“What about twenty years did you not understand?” asked Snape, smirking, as he pulled Harry’s shirt out of his trousers and over his head, not even bothering with buttons. Then Snape’s hands were all over Harry’s back and chest, the man’s eyes tracing every move they made and more. It seemed that Snape found him… appetising.
Dropping to his knees, Snape undid his trousers, pulled them down, and nuzzled Harry’s crotch still covered by his underwear. Harry inhaled harshly, allowing Snape to pull his boxers down and off together with his trousers, before his cock was engulfed by a moist heat without any prior warning. Harry gave a shout, his hands automatically gripping Snape’s hair as his cock was licked and sucked, and good lord, how long was his tongue?
He tugged at Snape’s hair, to push him away, but it seemed it only urged the man on for he moaned around Harry’s prick, spreading vibrations through his base, sending him into an overload, and spilling himself inside Snape’s glorious mouth.
Dear god. Days. Days.
Snape stood up, collecting any stray drops with his tongue before he grabbed Harry’s head and brought their mouths together once again.
“Where’s your bedroom?” asked Harry in a whispered tone.
“This way,” he replied, once again dragging Harry along with him until they ended up in a poorly lit room. There was one thing on Harry’s mind, something he only ever indulged himself in private, never saying anything aloud for fear of being labeled a freak but Snape seemed to… seemed to…
He braced himself as it was him now who tugged on Snape’s hand, bringing the man’s body flush against his own, pressing him closer in a possessive gesture. Snape’s breath hitched as their eyes connected. Harry hoped he wasn’t making a grave mistake because… days… and used the other hand, that wasn’t currently on Snape’s arse, to pull Snape close by his head, licking into his mouth, forcing him to open it, to let their tongues mate and caress each other, while Harry kneaded the firm backside.
“Lay down on your stomach and spread your legs wide.”
Not backing away from Snape’s intense gaze, he held on, hoping that he read the man correctly. When Snape smirked knowingly but obliged, Harry let out a shuddering breath, watching as the man gracefully laid down and spread his legs, all the while watching Harry, tempting him into action.
Heat and arousal hit his belly with such a force that he gasped. Snape, spread out like that, was everything he had ever wanted. First things first, however. Harry crawled on the bed behind him, settling in the vee of his legs, lying on his stomach as well. Using both hands, he spread the arsecheeks, revealing the pink pucker, and inhaled Snape’s scent. His ears perked up at the moan, spurring him on, and he began to eat Snape out, as if he was starving, as if he never had anything more delicious in his whole life.
Snape raised himself on his elbows, bowed in the back. “Fuck! Potter! You– ahh!” The man was moaning in abandon, thrusting his arse against Harry’s tongue, his hips undulating as if he couldn’t get enough. Harry gripped his pelvis hard, but it only seemed to make Snape more desperate.
“YES! FUCK! FUCK MY HOLE, COME ON, POTTER!”
Harry wouldn’t last a second inside him. It was as if he hadn’t come once already. He was so fucking mesmerised by how unhinged Snape was that he knew he could ignore his rising need for the moment but hearing the wailing and the loud, desperate moans, he knew he was fucked.
Rewarding Snape with one last lick, he spoke in a raspy voice, “Turn around, I want to see you.” Looking around, he added, “I don’t suppose you have lube lying around?”
Instead of replying, Snape leaned over and pulled out a phial out of a bedside table. He handed it to Harry after a little hesitation, settling on his back. “There was a–certain possibility that I could survive the war, albeit a small one.”
“But, Professor McGonagall–”
“I charmed the nightstand to open under my touch only. Send whatever images you conjured back to where they came from.”
Harry didn’t have any images, he only planned on saying that she might have discovered it, but now he did have images in his head and luckily, they only slowed him down instead of dousing his arousal fully.
Pouring the contents onto his fingers, he admired the viscosity and warmth before his eyes found Snape’s. Despite the fact that he was here with Snape mostly thanks to convenience, or as he preferred to think, being in the right place at the right time, he couldn’t help but feel how intense this was. Snape was bossy, yes, but he was also pliable, waiting for Harry.
“Come on, Potter, get me ready for your cock.”
Bossy, yes, but with good reason.
Harry lay on his side next to him, looking him in the eye, watching out for every expression, every slip of emotions, every pleasure rippling on his face as he slowly inserted one finger inside him.
Snape’s eyes fluttered, his lips parted, his breathing heavy and this was just the beginning.
“So when you mentioned forced celibacy,” he began, the finger slowly sliding in and out, “does it mean you’re a virgin or did you manage to get laid at Hogwarts?”
Snape grunted, his breath hitching. “I hate that word,” he gasped, a moan ripping out of his throat.
“Celibacy?”
“Virgin.”
“So you are, then.” Harry rammed the finger forcefully inside by mistake, by how aroused he was and Snape’s moan broke in surprise and pleasure.
“Potter–”
“Harry. And fuck, so am I. But I know what I’m doing.” He punctuated that by slowly inserting another finger and began spreading the man properly. “The longer I worked on your pardon, the more I kept falling.” His fingers brushed against a bump and Snape shouted, bending his knees, pulling them up, and spreading them wide.
“Potter,” he moaned, his head thrown back, his hips jerking but not managing to dislodge the fingers inside him. “Please. God, please.”
“Third finger, love, stay with me.”
Using all three fingers, he made sure that Snape’s entrance was wide enough, stretched properly, the book’s paragraph on a thorough preparation repeating itself over and over in his head.
“Do it. For fuck’s sake, do it now. Need your cock, need,” a hitched breath as Harry removed his fingers, “need you,” a whimper, “so much! Empty, so empty. Fill me.”
Snape must have been out of it already. He wasn’t kidding about his state, it seemed. Harry lined himself up and slowly pushed in.
He came in as soon as that channel tightened around him, spilling himself inside the wet hotness, groaning his completion.
“Fuck, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” Snape whimpered over and over again and Harry understood the sentiment but there was nothing he could have done. He was a fucking virgin and he did not expect such a stimulus!
Harry withdrew slightly but it felt so, so good, so he slid back in.
Oh god, he was still hard. Likely the perks of being a teenager discovering sex.
“God, I love you, I love you, do me, fuck me, move!”
Harry did. He started slowly, learning as he went, unwilling to hurt the man. He did what felt good but now that the initial horniness had taken a backseat, he watched Snape’s face again to discover what brought him pleasure.
He was gentle, making love to him at first but it didn’t have the desired effect. So he pulled the man’s hips onto his lap and began pounding into him properly.
“YES! YES! YES!” Snape arched and moaned, his legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, urging him on. The sounds he made, the moves he couldn’t quite control, everything spoke about his inhibitions, his lack of focus, only pleasure remaining. Harry supposed that after two decades of inability to achieve relief, he might have been singing the same song.
Harry got a firmer grip on Snape’s hips with one hand, the other sliding over to his cock, tugging a couple of times only before Snape screamed, stilling, his cock spurting shot after shot of white pearly substance.
Watching Snape come was better than watching any two jocks moving in a wizarding magazine. It might have been because Harry was involved in the activity but somehow he doubted that. The man was panting, wheezing at moments, letting out breathy chuckles at other times, completely satiated, his penis finally flagging.
While Harry was still hard.
Snape squeezed around him and moaned. “God, Potter, Potter,” he said his name almost reverently.
“Do you–do you want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!” He licked his lips, undulated his hips, and moaned again. “Fuck, Potter.”
“I think I already did.”
Snape huffed. “Yes, indeed. Fuck, yes, you did, mmm.”
Harry figured that Snape had become a hedonist in the last hour or so.
“Move, slowly, let me feel your cock inside me, let it stroke me, ah!”
Harry supposed he had never been so obedient as right then. He slowly put Snape’s arse on the mattress, leaned over him fully, supported himself on one elbow, and began moving. Slowly. Out, almost all the way, before sliding inside, come and lube making the journey easy and extremely pleasurable even for him. He was so fascinated by this Snape that he was simply watching, waiting for another comment, happy to oblige the man in anything.
To his surprise, Snape’s hands roamed over his back, making it more intimate, more intense, as if they were long-term lovers rather than convenient fuckmates. Harry burrowed his head into Snape’s neck, licking at the skin there unconsciously, making Snape hum, tilting his head to the side, his nails digging into Harry’s back.
Who knew sex could be so enjoyable? Harry was sure it would be good, he just had no idea it would be this good. I want to stay buried inside him for all eternity and come again and again and again…
Harry had no idea how long he kept moving, how long he kept listening to Snape’s sounds of pleasure, how long he himself was letting out these groans and grunts, because time stood still. And then–
“Give it to me again. I beg you, use that cock of yours and make me lose it–”
Harry almost lost it himself at Snape’s words. He pulled out completely and before Snape could protest, Harry rolled him over and pulled his arse high into the air, exposing him and his well-fucked entrance. Snape rose up on his hands.
No. “Stay down.”
Snape fell onto the bed on his front with a guttural moan that shot straight to Harry’s cock. This would be fast, relentless, and hard, and Harry was looking forward to destroying the man for good.
Harry positioned himself, his cock in hand, his knees braced properly, and slid back inside in one smooth glide.
“GOD!”
Perhaps at that moment Harry was. Snape’s pleasure was in his hands so it definitely counted. Harry leaned over him, one hand next to Snape’s shoulder for balance, the other at the nape of Snape’s neck holding him down, delighting in another pleasured moan. Harry took a deep breath–and began fucking the daylights out of the man.
As he predicted, it was brutal. He was brutal, merciless. His pounding was hard, fast, faster than he believed he could actually go. He was sure that if he wasn’t pinning Snape down, they would be moving up the bed. As it was, Snape was one moaning mess, unable to form a single coherent word, let alone voice what he wanted. But Harry felt the man’s begging through his body, and he loved it. Loved the fact that Snape was so out of it because of him, that he could reduce the man to this, that Snape was mindless with pleasure because of him!
Harry felt very powerful. Powerful and aroused beyond his own capabilities to handle. He knew this would be short.
“Touch yourself,” he managed to gasp through his grunts. Listening to Snape obey him pushed Harry towards the climax so unexpectedly and so fast that he gave a shout, spilling himself inside the man for the last time.
Based on the choked groan Snape let out and the way he froze beneath Harry, he knew the man followed suit almost immediately. God, they were so good for each other.
Harry slipped out, knowing he could not go again even if his life depended on it. Rolling to his side, breathing hard, he watched Snape, his arse still in the air, as he was trying to collect himself as well. Very unsuccessfully. Harry helped him ease his legs down with the last ounces of strength he had, his ears perking at the waning moans Snape let out. Oh, Snape was definitely and thoroughly fucked.
He stroked his back gently but Snape didn’t react. Harry softly shook him but realised pretty quickly that Snape was asleep. He supposed it was only logical; after all, the man spent a couple of months in a coma and then suddenly was subjected to this intense cardio session. Harry absentmindedly cleaned them of any fun residue and decided that he wasn’t strong enough to make it home. Instead, he covered them both with the duvet and fell asleep with an arm thrown over Snape’s back.
He woke to a groan next to him. His cock, apparently conditioned to respond to Snape’s sounds, gave a twitch to let Harry know it was awake as well.
Harry opened his eyes and was thrown by the panic in Snape’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” asked Harry, instinctively caressing the man’s cheek. Snape jerked back as if burnt.
“What in the bloody hell–” he cut himself off. “Potter,” he began anew, closing his eyes briefly, a pained expression on his face, “please tell me that last night wasn’t real?”
“Likely not,” replied Harry. “I didn’t know that sex could get so good.”
Snape groaned, and not in the pleasured kind of way. “Fuck.”
“If you want to, I’m game.”
Snape looked at him in horror. “I can’t–for fuck’s sake–you were my student!”
“Were being the operative word here. Listen,” he rushed in when it looked like Snape would protest again, “I know you were just horny–” Snape flinched at that “–which is completely understandable after two decades of forced celibacy. And I know I was just a convenient vessel,” he paused for–he didn’t really know for what. “But if you ever need to–you know, let out steam again, I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”
Snape looked at him in suspicion. “You can’t mean that.”
“Oh, I do. Believe me, I do.” He raised himself on an elbow. “You were–fantastic.”
“Don’t. Mock me,” snarled Snape.
“Mock you?” he asked in surprise. “Snape, you were unhinged and I loved it. I have no idea what sex is like for others but this was beyond my imagination and that’s saying something, trust me. I’d happily do you again and again if you let me.”
Snape blushed unable to meet his eyes, so Harry made him, tilting his jaw to look at him and Snape’s blush deepened. “I’d fuck you this instant even. I’m sure you’re still–open for me.”
“Oh, god,” whimpered Snape, looking away, unable to hold Harry’s gaze. Harry placed his hand on the man’s hip, noting the shudder. But as Snape didn’t flinch, nor moved away, Harry slid that hand towards Snape’s arse, pushing between his arsecheeks, pressing his finger against his pucker, sliding inside to the first knuckle.
“Oh, dear god,” moaned Snape again, jumping Harry immediately after, kissing him for all he was worth.
And that was apparently a lot.
Snape ripped their mouths apart, his expression full of horror. “I almost jumped you in the infirmary!”
“Yup,” answered Harry carefully, not understanding where this was going.
“And then–we met Minerva, didn’t we?”
“Yup, you told her we’d be fucking for days.”
Snape burrowed his head in Harry’s neck with a groan. Harry just stroked his hair, happy to have him so close. “How can I ever look her in the eye again,” he said, his words muffled but still distinguishable.
“I’m sure she’ll survive.”
“She may, I will not.”
Harry chuckled at the melodramatic man. “You’ll do just fine.”
Snape looked at him. “Do you think you could fuck that memory out of my head?”
“I could definitely try,” replied Harry sassily, absolutely sure that he sported a twinkle in his eye. He’d do his best.
Many times over if needed.