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It all started when Ginny decided she wanted kids.
Harry was surprised, but he supported the idea. He’d always liked the idea of having a family. He just hadn’t expected them to start one so early. Ginny had a successful Quidditch career, after all, and Harry had just finished his first year as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. But Ginny pointed out that Harry was thinking in very Muggle terms — Ginny would only miss about four months of training and six months of games with magical pregnancy management — and that it’d be sensible to have kids while they knew they’d have good childcare arrangements with either job as well as friends and family.
Harry suspected that Ginny had also been persuaded into the idea by her mother, but he couldn’t convince her of that, and he was sure that Molly meant well.
Either way, they agreed to start trying for a baby, which meant that they started having sex regularly. With Ginny off at games or training, and with Harry working as an Auror and then as a professor, they’d mostly only ever had the energy to crawl into bed together and maybe set aside a night once a month. Now, though, they were doing the dirty whenever they got the opportunity, and they quickly encountered a problem.
“Maybe it’s the result of curse damage from the war,” Ginny said, twisting a corner of the blanket as they lay together in bed. “Or as an Auror. I know you got checked over after the war, but everyone was really busy, and sometimes it can be hard to spot.”
“Could be a result of malnutrition as a child,” Harry said darkly. “Merlin knows what problems I might have from that.”
Ginny rubbed his shoulder in sympathy and he leaned into her. “But if nothing else works … and, I mean, we’ve tried everything I could think of … you might have to see a Healer.”
Harry grimaced. “It’s just — I don’t trust the press.”
“Neither do I,” Ginny admitted. Even almost five years after the war Harry was still being stalked by reporters, and now Ginny was a celebrity in her own right too. There were articles on his favourite foods from the grocery store, or the cut of robes she was wearing, or photos of them catching up with friends. Most of them were relatively harmless, but when he was working as an Auror the reporters had interfered in several cases, and only a few months ago they’d somehow managed to find a copy of all his medical records.
“I can see the headlines now,” Harry said, waving a hand in the air. “Potter’s Penis Problems? Hero Harry Hard On for a Hard-On?”
“Don’t be so crude,” Ginny said, giggling. “Impotence is a common problem in men, even if you’re a bit young for it. If the recipe wasn’t controlled I’d brew you an Impotence Potion myself.”
“That’s a good idea, actually,” Harry said thoughtfully.
“Harry!” Ginny said, turning to face him. “I am not illegally brewing you aphrodisiacs!”
“No, no,” Harry said hastily. “That’s not what I meant. I was thinking of approaching someone authorised to brew the potion who I trust not to sell me out.”
“Surely you don’t mean Snape.”
Harry shrugged. “He’s one of the best Potions Masters around, and his business is very discreet. Remember when I had to go talk to him for that case two years ago? He signs privacy contracts with his clients so he magically can’t break their confidences. He’d be perfect.”
“If he weren’t such a git,” Ginny said with a sigh. “What d’you reckon are the chances he’ll laugh you away and then drop a tip to the press?”
“It’s worth a shot,” Harry said. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “If you want children, we have to find a solution, and unless you’ve got a better idea …”
—oOo—
And so, after making an appointment via owl, Harry found himself arriving at Snape’s house at 11am the following Tuesday.
He took a moment to prepare himself. Last time he’d interacted with Snape had been on that case he’d mentioned to Ginny, when he and Dawlish had been trying to track down a thief who’d used several unusual potions to facilitate a break-in. Snape hadn’t been able to share any details of his clients without evidence of their involvement, but he’d confirmed the identity of the potions and gave them several leads to follow, and it was on one of his tips that they’d caught the thief picking snowdrops under the full moon in a particular forest. Snape had been surprisingly civil, but Harry suspected that it’d been out of self-preservation in the face of potentially unfriendly Aurors rather than any real change.
Harry shook his head to clear the lingering thoughts and walked up to the front door. As Snape’s instructions had specified he was wearing layers of Glamours to hide his identity, just in case someone could see through the wards on the property or was hidden inside them. Once a spy, always a spy, Harry thought, amused. Besides, the whole reason Harry was here was to keep his private business private. Presumably that was the case for many of his customers.
Harry knocked on the door. A moment later Snape appeared and escorted him silently down the dark corridor to a study. Bookshelves lined one wall of the room, filled exclusively with books about potions and their ingredients, while a large oak desk sat at the far end of the room. Snape swept around it to sit behind the desk and Harry took the chair in front of it, dropping his Glamours, feeling rather like he was back in school.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked.
Harry looked up at him and opened his mouth to speak, then forgot and just stared. Snape’s shoulder-length hair was clean, curling slightly at the ends, and his skin had a healthier undertone than he’d ever seen before. He was still wearing black robes, but what Harry hadn’t noticed before was that they were a much more modern and flattering cut, and seemed to be made of a finer material. He … he looked good.
“If you’re quite done gawping,” Snape said sharply, and Harry shook himself.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, dragging his eyes back up to meet Snape’s. “I was just … surprised. Um. Yes. I’ve been … my wife and I are trying for a baby, and I’ve been experiencing. Certain difficulties in the bedroom. I’d rather it not be made public, so instead of going to a Healer I’d like to purchase a … some sort of potion for impotence.”
“I se,.” Snape purred. Why had Harry never noticed how rich his voice was? “I know exactly the appropriate aphrodisiac. Such an unfortunate issue to experience — especially in one so young.”
“Yes,” Harry said through gritted teeth. He could feel his face turning bright red. “All that. When can you have the potion ready for me?”
“Tut, tut, not so fast,” Snape said, leaning back in his chair and smirking at Harry. “Why, we haven’t discussed payment yet.”
“I inherited the Black Vaults,” Harry said flatly. “You can charge me double the going rate if you want and I’ll pay it.”
“And if I chose to ask for payment of a … different nature?” Snape asked. His eyes pointedly dragged down Harry’s body.
“You what?” Harry spluttered.
“I’d rather have your body than your Galleons,” Snape said smoothly. “Only once, of course … for each bottle of the potion.”
“You’re a f*cking pervert,” Harry said, standing abruptly. He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out three Galleons, slapping them down on the desk. “That’s for your time. You don’t tell anyone about my — issues, I won’t tell anyone you tried to solicit me. I’ll find someone else.”
“My offer will still be open if you choose to return,” Snape said, following Harry as he stormed back to the front door.
“I’m married, I’m straight, I’ve just told you I wouldn’t even be able to get off, and you’re — well, you’re a greasy git the same age as my parents,” Harry hissed. “I don’t f*cking think so.”
He threw his Glamours back on and left, Disapparating as soon as he could, but not quickly enough to miss Snape’s parting words: “Owl me when you’re ready to discuss it.”
—oOo—
For the next few weeks Harry and Ginny tried everything else they could think of. He looked across Britain but couldn’t find any other discreet authorised brewers. They tried various types of role-play and toys to see if the impotence was mental rather than physical, and some of them helped, but his erection always wilted once he was inside her. Muggle medicine didn’t normally work on wixen once they reached puberty, but Harry tried Viagra anyway, to no avail. He even tried skipping over to France to see if he’d be more anonymous there, but after being mobbed by a crowd of fans he discovered that his face was known across Europe.
In the end Ginny curled up next to him on the couch and said, “I think you’re going to just have to risk it and go to a Healer.”
“That’s probably the best option,” Harry said. “I just …”
“I know,” Ginny said, making circles on his thigh with one finger. One of the consequences of his medical record being leaked was that his malnutrition and assorted childhood injuries were now public knowledge, and the tabloids would eat up any more details on the suspected child abuse Harry refused to confirm. It would only take one unscrupulous person, or one insect Animagus sneaking in, for everything to be revealed; and they were both so sick of it all.
“There … is one other option,” Harry admitted hesitantly. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“Mmm?”
“Snape didn’t … say no, exactly.”
“But there was a catch?”
“You could say that,” Harry muttered. “Yeah. He wanted me to sleep with him as payment for the potion.”
“Merlin’s balls, Harry!” She sat upright and turned to face him. “That dirty old man! No way are you putting yourself through that.”
“He’s not as greasy as he used to be,” Harry said weakly. “And I’d make sure it was covered in the client contract so he couldn’t talk about it.”
“Harry James Potter,” Ginny said sternly. She took his hands in hers. “I thought we’d taught you to stop trying to sacrifice yourself all the time. He was completely out of line to ask you that, and if I thought I’d get away with it I’d hex him into the ground right now.”
“But here’s the thing, Ginny,” Harry said, looking down. “I’d rather do it. I’d rather let him f*ck me than see my problems across the front page of the Prophet and Witch Weekly for the next three months.”
“Then we’ll wait. We’ve got plenty of time to have kids.”
“If my fame hasn’t died down yet, it’s not going to in the next twenty years,” Harry said wryly. “Certainly not if you’re still playing then. And if I’m still having the same issues it won’t solve anything. I trust Snape to give me a potion that’ll work. It’d be a matter of professional pride for him, I bet. And he won’t — it’ll be unpleasant, sure, but he won’t hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I trust my instincts,” Harry said, and then, upon seeing her expression, quickly added, “And I’ll make sure he agrees to a list of things. No permanent damage, no curses or hexes, no mind-altering potions …”
“No making you pretend to be your mother,” Ginny added, and Harry shuddered.
“Merlin’s beard, I hadn’t even thought of that. Ugh. This is twenty shades of f*cked-up.”
“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” Ginny asked in a small voice.
Harry sighed. “I’m not going to sleep with someone else — not even for this — if you’re not okay with it. But yes, I want to do it. I’ve …” He trailed off, staring out the window. “I’ve gotten used to the idea of having kids. I want them too, you know. This is a price I’m willing to pay.”
They sat in silence for a long moment. Harry slung his arm around Ginny’s shoulders to pull her closer, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. He loved her so much. Especially at times like these. There were so few people in his life who never tried to make a decision for him — Ginny, Ron, Neville, Luna, and (most of the time) Hermione. And he knew he could always trust Ginny to say exactly what she meant.
“Okay,” Ginny said eventually. “Okay. You have my blessing. But if you feel unsafe at any point, or if you change your mind, just leave. We’ll take a trip to Australia to get the potion if we have to.”
“I will,” Harry promised.
—oOo—
“I take it you’ve changed your mind after all,” Snape drawled.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to let himself rise to the bait. “I have,” he said neutrally. “I’m prepared to discuss your offer.”
“Very good,” Snape said, his eyes glittering. “What do you wish to discuss?”
“Limits and boundaries,” Harry said, licking his lips. “No permanent damage, no weird kinks, things like that.”
“Things like that,” Snape said mockingly. “How descriptive.”
“You know what I mean,” Harry said shortly.
“I find myself relieved you never desired to be a lawyer,” Snape said. He pulled two pieces of Muggle paper from a pile on his desk and passed them to Harry along with a biro. “Cross out all that you find unacceptable. The second sheet is my list. In the contract we will specify only those that overlap.”
Harry picked up the top sheet nervously. It was a long list of sex acts and kinks, many of which thankfully had short descriptions next to them. “You do this often enough to have a list?” he blurted.
“I photocopied it from a Muggle book,” Snape said drily. “Let me assure you that I do not make a habit of asking for sex as payment. It’s hardly the most viable business strategy.”
Not sure where to begin, Harry moved Snape’s sheet so he could see it too, and was relieved to see that all the extreme ones were crossed out. Harry crossed them out too, then moved down the list, giving them due consideration. Really, his and Ginny’s sex life was rather vanilla in the grand scheme of things, he mused. He’d never even thought that people might be into pretending to be animals or all sorts of gross bodily fluids.
In the end the only ones left on his list were anal sex, oral sex, mild bondage, mild pain, temporary marks, dominance/submission, and sex toys. All of them were also on Snape’s list. He’d tried crossing out both oral sex and Dom/sub, but in each case his pen skidded over the paper without leaving a mark. Snape raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to challenge it. Harry decided to just accept it. He supposed asking Snape to not be clearly dominant in bed was probably a step too far, and surely oral sex on a dick would be easier than on a puss*.
He handed the papers back and watched as Snape read them and made some modifications to the parchment containing the contract. “Oh, one more thing,” Harry said, before he forgot. “I want to be able to tell Ginny.”
Snape paused and slowly looked up at him. “Is that so. Tell me, Mr. Potter, have you already done so?”
“No,” Harry lied, but it was a mistake. Snape saw right through him.
“What happened to your ultimatum?” Snape sneered. “Perhaps this means I should pick someone to tell about your impotence. To make it fair, you understand. I’m sure I could make a time to talk with Rita Skeeter.”
“Please,” Harry said before he could stop himself. He swallowed and started again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t — I know Ginny won’t tell anyone. I wasn’t going to agree to — this without her knowing.”
Snape steepled his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Then, Mr. Potter, I will provide you with a privacy contract for your wife to sign. And you will agree to stay the night.”
“The night?” Harry echoed incredulously. There was quite a difference between one round of sex and the potential for either several rounds or having to somehow fall asleep beside Snape. And yet he’d backed himself into this corner, and if he wanted to be sure that Snape couldn’t tip off the press, he had to agree to it. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Snape made a few addendums to the contract before passing it over. Harry checked that everything looked right before signing it. He took a deep breath as Snape signed and magically sealed it. He was committed now.
He waited as Snape wrote up Ginny’s contact and passed it to him, then he followed Snape back into the hallway and down to the potions lab at the far end.
“Don’t touch anything,” Snape said, directing Harry to stand in a corner out of the way. There was a large cauldron full of a thick red sludge on a burner at the back under some kind of preservation spell. Snape pulled out a small cauldron and brought it to temperature on a small burner at the front, then removed the preservation spell on the large cauldron for long enough to transfer three ladlefuls into the small cauldron.
“I need two hairs, freshly plucked with the root intact,” Snape said. “From your head will be easiest.”
Harry reached around to the back of his head and pulled out a few hairs, wincing at the pain. He picked out two that were intact and added them to the small cauldron under Snape’s direction before returning to his corner. Snape stirred the cauldron twenty times clockwise and twenty times widdershins before adding a measure of ground ginger and turning off the heat. He carefully transferred the potion to a clean glass bottle and fastened the stopper.
“Bring me that contract, signed, tomorrow morning, and you shall have your potion,” Snape said, labelling the bottle with the time and date. “Are you free on Saturday night to uphold your end of the deal?”
“I am,” Harry said, shifting nervously. “What time?”
“8pm.”
“Right,” Harry said, taking a deep breath again. It was starting to all feel very real. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
—oOo—
Ginny was upset at first when he told her what’d happened, but she calmed down when he explained all the details and the form he’d had to fill out.
“He does seem to be doing it properly,” she admitted. “I have no problems signing this contact — to be honest, it’s better written than a few I’ve signed for work. He shouldn’t have stopped you from crossing out those two items, that was a dick move, but I guess it could be worse. A whole night, though, really?”
“This Saturday, so it’ll be over soon,” Harry said. “And you’ll be here if I need you on Sunday.”
“And we get the potion tomorrow,” Ginny said, running a finger down his chest. “It lines up well with my cycle, actually, so I hope you feel like getting frisky tomorrow evening.”
“If the potion works then all of me will,” Harry said with a wink.
Picking up the potion was quick. Harry knocked, handed over the contract, Snape signed it and sealed it, and gave him the potion. “No more than a thimbleful a day,” Snape warned, “and you might need less than that, so start with half a thimbleful and work upwards.”
As it turns out, just over half a thimbleful was plenty, and both Harry and Ginny were relieved. They made the most of it for the next few days while Ginny was at her most fertile and then, all too quickly, Saturday arrived.
—oOo—
“Why did I agree to this, Ginny,” Harry moaned. “What was I thinking?”
“Come on, Harry,” Ginny said soothingly. “You’re just panicking. You had some very good arguments, and you were fine with it up until an hour ago. It’ll be okay.”
“It’s Snape,” Harry said desperately. “I don’t want to see him naked!”
“Harry,” Ginny said firmly, sitting him down and making him look her in the eyes. “You signed the contract. You need to at least turn up. But don’t forget that he discussed it with you, he got you to indicate what you were and weren’t okay with, and he wrote that into the contract. He clearly has no desire to force you into anything that you absolutely refuse to do. Talk to him, ask for a Calming Draught if you need, and if you can’t do it today, make another time.”
“Okay,” Harry said, taking a deep breath. “I can do this.”
“That you can,” Ginny said with a smile. “I’m proud of you, yeah? No matter what happens I’ll still love you tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” Harry said, pulling her into a brief hug. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, I just …”
“I understand,” Ginny said with a laugh. “I’d never have agreed to it, but it seems you’re braver than I am. Or stupider. Anyway, it’s almost 8 — you should go.”
Harry stepped back and Apparated to the increasingly-familiar Apparition point outside Snape’s house. The house was different at night. The wear and tear and various imperfections faded into the darkness, and instead the warm light through the curtains was welcoming.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and approached the front door. Snape opened it only a few moments after he’d knocked, and he stood aside to let Harry in, black eyes gleaming. Harry tried not to shiver at the anticipation on his face.
“Place your hand here and wait,” Snape said. Harry placed his hand on the brick next to one of the bookshelves in the corridor and waited, holding back a flinch as Snape waved his wand towards him and spoke a few words Harry didn’t recognise. “You have now been added to the secondary wards on my house. Tap that brick with your wand to access the stairs.”
Harry blinked, then did as he was told and the wall split open to reveal a narrow staircase leading upwards. He supposed that if Snape ran his business in his house it made sense to separately ward his living quarters, but hiding even the entrance was some advanced spellwork.
Snape led the way upstairs and into his bedroom. Harry was secretly relieved to see that it was clean and spacious. The king-sized bed had white sheets and a dark blue duvet, the walls were painted a warm cream colour, and all the furniture was the same dark oak as the desk in his study downstairs. The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
“Having second thoughts?” Snape drawled.
“No, just … nervous,” Harry said, turning to face him. Snape took a step towards him and Harry took a step back. “But I agreed to it, so I’ll do it.”
Snape narrowed his eyes. “Give me a safeword.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Armadillo.” He’d been thinking about potions ingredients, and it was the first word that came into his head that he couldn’t see himself needing to use in any other context during sex.
Snape raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. “Armadillo. Very well. Or repeat ‘safeword’ if you forget. Now you may complain and fight to your little heart’s content, and I shall happily ignore it.”
The words sent a frisson of fear and … something else through Harry. He couldn’t deny that there was something attractive about Snape’s low, smooth voice.
Snape took another step towards him and Harry stepped backwards again, almost instinctively, but this time his back hit the wall. He held his hands out in front of him defensively and in one smooth movement Snape grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head, pinning them against the wall.
Slowly and pointedly Snape’s eyes travelled down Harry’s body. Harry looked up at Snape’s face, breathing rapidly, unsure how to feel about the obvious lust. “Beautiful,” Snape whispered, then his eyes snapped back up to Harry’s and he moved in for a kiss.
Harry’s hands jerked, but Snape’s grip was firm, and he was stuck there as Snape’s mouth closed on his. He closed his eyes, leaning into it, letting his mouth fall open as Snape pushed to deepen the kiss. He tasted fresh and minty like he’d brushed his teeth just for him, and Harry moaned despite himself when Snape’s lower body pressed up against his and moved lazily.
“Enjoying yourself?” Snape murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Harry’s jaw.
“I am,” Harry admitted in a whisper. He’d been — well, he supposed he’d been expecting to be pushed over a desk and f*cked roughly, not this sensual foreplay. It was easy to sink into it and just let it happen.
“Good,” Snape breathed. He caught the lobe of Harry’s ear between his teeth and sucked it gently, making Harry moan again. “Where’s your wand?”
“My —” Harry caught himself before he said something rude. Trust Snape, he reminded himself. “Holster. Right forearm.”
Snape shifted his grip so he was holding both of Harry’s wrists in one hand, then drew his wand and cast something to keep Harry’s hands tied to the wall. Kissing Harry gently — on his cheek, on his mouth, on his brow — he pulled down the right sleeve of Harry’s pullover and unstrapped the holster, wand still inside.
“Snape,” Harry began.
“Shh,” Snape said, placing a finger over Harry’s mouth. “Sir or Severus, your choice, but not Snape.”
Harry swallowed. He was intimately aware of the skin of Snape’s finger against his lips and he was almost tempted to lick it. As silly as it seemed, even now, calling him Severus felt too strange to contemplate. “Please, sir,” he said, watching as Snape’s eyes darkened in response to the title. “Where are you putting my wand?”
“Somewhere safe,” Snape said. Harry’s eyes followed it as Snape levitated the holster over to the bedside table. “You won’t be needing it tonight.”
“Sir —”
“Shh,” Snape said again. He held Harry’s head in place as he leaned in again, this time for a long, hungry series of kisses. One hand stayed on his head while the other started wandering, around his waist and then up inside his shirt, pinching and pulling at his nipples. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so aroused.
After a while Snape’s movements became more purposeful as he unbuckled Harry’s belt and undid his jeans, slipping inside his briefs to cup his arse. Harry flinched and tried to move away but he was well and truly trapped against the wall.
“No, sir, please,” Harry said, feeling a bit of his earlier panic returning.
“Safeword or nothing, Potter,” Snape murmured, and he used his grip to grind their crotches together. Harry moaned deeply. Even through the clothes the friction was incredible. Snape pulled his arse cheeks apart enough to rub one large finger against his entrance, and Harry shuddered and turned his face away but didn’t complain again. He couldn’t stop now.
Snape pushed his jeans and briefs down until they fell around his feet and wrapped one hand around Harry’s co*ck. “When did you last take the potion?” he asked.
“Last night,” Harry said, and then he realised what Snape meant. He looked down to see his co*ck fully hard and leaking.
“Not so impotent after all,” Snape murmured, looking pleased, and then he dropped to his knees and took Harry’s co*ck in his mouth.
Harry gasped and his eyes fluttered closed. He couldn’t stop moaning, saying, “Sir, yes, please,” as that talented mouth took him in and sucked him down, Snape’s tongue running up and down his length. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting in tiny motions against the hands holding them in place as he twisted and turned, trying to get as much of that wet warmth on his co*ck as he could. When one of Snape’s hands moved to his balls he came with a drawn-out groan, gasping as Snape drank down his cum. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“I think you’re young enough to come again tonight,” Snape murmured, taking a moment to rise to his feet.
“I wasn’t expecting to come at all,” Harry said faintly. He hadn’t had an org*sm like that in … definitely years, possibly ever. Ginny had blown him — sometimes as a failed precursor to penetrative sex, sometimes just for the act itself — but it’d never been that good.
Snape leaned in to kiss him again and this time Harry tasted what he assumed was his own cum. He recoiled instinctively, but with his arms still bound above his head and Snape’s hands on either side of his head he couldn’t break away, and after a moment he decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Snape pulled back enough to look Harry in the eyes, and this time it was a pleasant shiver than ran through Harry at the lust in his eyes. He drew his wand and released the invisible bonds on Harry’s wrists. “Strip,” he murmured and took a step back.
Harry cautiously let his arms fall to his sides. His shoulders were a bit sore but otherwise felt alright. Slowly he pulled his pullover over his head, letting his shirt ride up and then fall again, relieved at the cool air on his skin. He undid the buttons one by one, looking up through his lashes at Snape’s glittering eyes, and let the shirt fall to the ground too. His jeans and briefs were already tangled around his ankles over his shoes and socks, so removing them involved a bit of awkward crouching and hopping around, but eventually he managed it and stood naked against the wall, suddenly very aware that Snape was still fully clothed.
“Are you going to undress, sir?” Harry asked after a long moment of silence. His earlier doubts and apprehension were starting to creep back in.
Snape smirked. “Why don’t you undress me, Potter? Start with my boots.”
Harry licked his lips, suddenly nervous again, but he dutifully went to his knees and pushed aside the bottom of Snape’s robes so he could unlace his boots. Just one night, he reminded himself, and so far he’d stuck to their agreement. And he had to admit that there was something kinda hot about following orders.
Snape used his shoulders for support while he lifted each foot one by one so Harry could remove his boots and then his socks, which were thankfully clean. “Robes next,” he directed, and Harry rose easily to his feet and unfastened the robes. He vaguely remembered Snape’s robes in his teaching days having rows and rows of tiny buttons and was relieved to find that that was no longer the case. Snape’s breath hitched when Harry’s fingers brushed against the bare skin of his chest and Harry made sure to do it again on each fastening until the robes fell away too, leaving Snape standing bare-chested with a wand holster on his right forearm and a pair of simple black trousers.
“I’ll keep my wand,” Snape purred, looking down at Harry. “Trousers and pants now, Potter.”
Harry swallowed and reached out. He undid the buttons on the trousers first, pulling them down and waiting for Snape to step out of them, before reluctantly doing the same to his pants. His co*ck sprang free immediately, an angry red and almost painfully hard. The same curly black hair on his chest lay around his co*ck and balls. To Harry it looked enormous, but realistically he knew that Snape was probably on the upper side of average.
“Do you …” Harry said, still on his knees, almost not wanting to hear the answer.
“I’m too old to come more than once every few hours,” Snape said, “and I’d much rather come buried inside you.”
Harry let out a breath, relieved. The thought of giving a blowj*b became much more intimidating when the co*ck in question was staring you in the face.
“Get on the bed,” Snape said, and Harry quickly got to his feet. He didn’t know what to do exactly, so he lay down on his back and propped himself up with his elbows to watch a very naked Snape stalk towards him. He resisted the sudden urge to cover himself.
“I assume you’ve never done this before,” Snape said, standing beside the bed.
“No sir,” Harry said quietly, eyes flicking almost subconsciously down to Snape’s co*ck.
Snape considered him for a moment, then said, “Hands and knees, Potter.”
Harry nodded, then forced himself to turn over and rise to his hands and knees. He felt more vulnerable than ever. He flinched as Snape’s hand ran down his thigh. The bed shifted as Snape clambered onto it behind him, and he tightened his grip on the sheets.
Snape muttered a skin-safe cleaning spell and Harry shivered as it ran over and inside him. He took a deep breath, expecting penetration, and instead felt something warm and wet lapping at his hole.
“Oh Merlin!” Harry said, startled. He hadn’t expected this at all. Snape’s hands pulled Harry’s buttocks apart and Harry moaned as Snape kissed his taint messily and pushed his tongue inside him, teasing at the rim, thrusting shallowly. His co*ck was already starting to harden again. He spread his legs wider to give him better access, groaning in pleasure as Snape licked a long line down his taint.
He felt loose and wet by the time a long, lubed finger slid easily inside him. He tensed a bit at the unfamiliar sensation, but relaxed again as Snape kept working with his mouth. When he was stretched enough Snape added a second finger and more lube, sucking on one of his balls at the same time, and Harry pushed back into it eagerly.
Snape chuckled, warm air blowing over Harry’s most intimate parts. “I take it you like this.”
“I never knew it would feel this good,” Harry said breathlessly. Snape’s fingers crooked and hit a spot inside him and he moaned. “Oh, oh, yes, please sir, do that again.”
“Not so fast,” Snape said, sounding amused. “I wouldn’t want you to come too early, after all.”
“I’ve never had that problem before,” Harry said. He glanced between his legs and, to his surprise, he was already fully erect. He pushed it out of his mind for the moment.
Snape added a third finger and this time Harry knew how to ignore the burn. The fingers glanced against his prostate again, then deliberately avoided it, and Harry groaned. “Come on, sir, please.”
“Ready for me, Potter?”
Harry shivered at the roughness of his voice. “I think so, sir.”
Snape withdrew his fingers, leaving Harry feeling oddly empty. “Turn over so I can see your face while I f*ck you.”
A bit apprehensively Harry turned to lie on his back, legs wide. He raised his hips so Snape could wedge a pillow beneath them. Snape’s eyes glittered as he looked Harry up and down, and Harry was pretty sure his hole was just visible, glistening with lube and spit and fluttering in the cool air.
“Spread your legs further,” Snape murmured, getting into position and smearing lube over his own co*ck. “Grab behind your knees and pull them as far back as you can.”
Harry obeyed slowly, feeling even more vulnerable as he fully exposed himself to Snape’s lust-filled gaze. His co*ck was hard and leaking. He’d never been so turned on in his life.
Snape moved forward, holding his own co*ck with one hand and resting the other against the bed next to Harry as he positioned himself and slowly pushed in. Harry gasped. It felt so much bigger than the fingers, and his hole was burning but not tearing, and Snape didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside him.
Snape waited a moment, until the burning had become a dull ache, and then pulled almost completely out and thrust back in, over and over. Harry felt so full, but it was so good, and the undeniable pleasure on Snape’s face made him yearn to be touched. Snape adjusted his angle slightly and hit Harry’s prostate, and Harry cried out. “Yes! Oh, oh, Merlin, yes, please, again.”
“What do you call me?” Snape said in a low voice, pausing halfway through a thrust.
“Sir, sir, please, sir,” Harry begged. “Harder, faster, please just f*ck me, sir.”
Snape’s lips stretched in a smirk and he sped up, pounding into Harry, hitting his prostate again and again until Harry gave a long drawn-out cry and came untouched, spurting all over both of them, moaning as he was f*cked through it.
“So good,” Snape groaned, and his pace faltered as he came deep inside Harry, slowing down until he stopped, catching his breath.
“Holy f*ck,” Harry said, letting his head fall back. “Bloody hell.”
Snape pulled out and Harry winced at the odd, mildly painful sensation, but Snape cast cleaning charms quickly. “Would you like a healing charm?” Snape asked, tapping Harry’s hole with a long finger.
Harry shuddered as his co*ck valiantly tried to rise again. “Not now, thanks. Maybe tomorrow, assuming you want to go again, but I kinda like the reminder.”
Snape raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t comment, instead crawling down the bed and pulling the sheets over them, turning off the lights with a flick of his wand. Harry felt more comfortable than he’d expected and turned on his side, shuffling backwards until Snape was spooning him.
“I’m beginning to suspect that you do not require the impotence potion,” Snape murmured, and Harry laughed.
“Yeah,” he said wryly. “Turns out I’m gay, I guess. Surprised even myself with that.”
“Or, at least, you’re not attracted to Ginevra,” Snape said.
“To my own wife. But I’m attracted to you of all people?” Snape stiffened, and Harry realised how it sounded. “No, sorry, what I mean is … ugh. I dunno. Of all the people I would have picked to cause my sexual awakening, it wouldn’t’ve been my former professor, is all.”
“And yet you agreed to stay the night.”
“Before I came, I considered it a necessary sacrifice,” Harry admitted. “Now … well, that was the best sex I have ever had in my life, so you bet I’ll be a willing participant in the morning. Hell, if you wake up in the middle of the night and want round two before we go back to sleep, I’ll be up for that.”
“I could be convinced,” Snape said. His words blew hot air over Harry’s ear. “It would be sensible to obtain as much data as possible to ensure your conclusions are correct.”
“Mmm.” Working out how to tell Ginny was a problem for another day. Instead, Harry closed his eyes and relaxed into the warmth of the man beside him.
