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Summary: Snape gives Harry detention and they both get more than they bargained for...

HELD AFTER CLASS

By Jade

Chapter 1

Harry winced as he watched the vial topple over as if in slow motion. He hadn't been watching, hadn't been careful, and now he was about to make a huge mess. As if Snape wasn't already angry enough with him for merely existing, now he was making a mess out of the man's precious Potions classroom. This was not going to be good.

Sure enough, the first sound that followed the tinkling of glass was Snape's sneering voice. "POTTER!"

Harry scrambled to clean up the mess before Snape could get even angrier. "I'm sorry, Professor! It was an accident..."

But it was too late. Snape was livid. "Thirty points from Gryffindor!" The rest of Harry's housemates groaned. "And Mr. Potter will serve two hours detention after this class."

Harry opened his mouth to protest. It was Friday afternoon! He and Ron and Hermione had plans! But one look at the teacher's cold face and he knew there was no point. He just slammed his book closed and glared at it as the rest of the students were dismissed to their freedom. He barely acknowledged his friends as they offered their sympathies and said they would see him at dinner.

When the classroom was empty save Harry and Snape, the Professor spoke up at last. "Well, Mr. Potter, now that I have your undivided attention," he paused, sneering at the young wizard, "I'll give you your assignment. In the two hours that you are my guest, you are to write a 12 page essay on the potion you were meant to be making today; it's history, variations, advantages and disadvantages. Any questions?"

Harry bit back any protests, lest Snape make the punishment even worse. He sighed to himself. A long, boring assignment, but one he could probably finish in the given time. He got out some paper and opened his book, planning the essay. Snape seemed to be busy at his own desk, and seemed to have lost interest in harassing Harry. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

After about a half an hour, Harry had gotten a good start on his essay, Snape was still intent on his work, and his mind was starting to wander.

He couldn't help but remember what he had seen last night. He had been coming back late from the library, and he hadn't expected there to be anyone in the Gryffindor common room. And, at first, he hadn't thought there was. He was walking through on his way to his room when he heard a muffled sound coming from one of the big chairs in front of the fire. The chair's back was to him, and he couldn't see who was there. Thinking it might be Ron, he walked around to the side so he could see.

Well, there was someone there, all right, but it wasn't Ron; it was two boys. Colin and Neville, to be exact. In the same chair. Wrapped around each other. They looked quite busy, and Harry didn't think they had seen him. He backed away as fast as he could, and as he did, his mind registered that they had been... kissing! Two boys, kissing! Harry had never imagined such a thing... well, yes, he had, he admitted to himself as he jumped into bed as quickly as possible. Everyone was already asleep. He had just never imagined he would see it. He had thought of it, more than once, in fact, and the thoughts always gave him a peculiar feeling in his lower stomach. Now that feeling was back, stronger than ever; and now there was another feeling even lower. He moved his hand down and tentatively touched himself. He had to stifle a moan; he was getting an erection, and it was very sensitive. This had happened before, at random times, but he had always resisted the urge to touch himself. It seemed like a naughty thing to do. But it had never gotten this hard before... or felt like this... experimentally, he squeezed his hard length through his pajama bottoms. God, it felt good... he licked his lips and squeezed again, moaning softly. Just then, in the bed next to Harry's, Ron chose to turn over in his sleep, mumbling slightly. Harry snatched his hand away quickly, feeling guilty even though he was reasonably sure Ron was asleep still. He rolled over, willing his erection to go away and let him fall asleep. But sleep was a long time coming. He thought about why seeing the two boys together did this to him; and he thought about why girls didn't affect him this way. He kept thinking he was just a late bloomer, that at 16 his hormones hadn't fully kicked in yet. But now he had to admit, if only to himself, that maybe they had, but not in the way he thought they would.

Now, sitting in detention, the thought was making him hard once again. He felt his face go red as he realized where he was. He was sitting in Snape's class, and he was aroused. He felt sure that the man would be able to tell, that he could sense that Harry was having naughty thoughts. He looked up at the professor. Snape's brow was furrowed in concentration and he chewed on the end of a quill. All of a sudden, Harry realized he was staring in fascination at the man's mouth. When that mouth wasn't actively sneering at him, the lips were actually quite full and... Snape's hands looked so big and strong as they paged through a book. With a start, Harry realized he was admiring the teacher he most hated. His face went redder yet, and suddenly he saw that those cold black eyes were staring back at him. The man had a powerful aura, and Harry's hormones read that power as sexual. Why had he never realized how sexy the man was? Maybe because he was busy hating him... maybe those feelings were negative because his body already knew what his mind couldn't accept...

"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" Snape said, voice as smooth as silk. God, the man's voice was incredible... Harry longed to hear the man whisper his first name...

It took Harry several tries before he could answer. "No, it's nothing."

Snape raised a suspicious eyebrow but declined to comment, returning to his work. The teacher was having an internal battle. He didn't have to give Potter detention for such a minor infraction, but his need to be near the boy had taken over his mouth, it seemed. The more he was around Harry, the more he had to admit his instant dislike for the boy was his own subconscious masking his extreme attraction to him. He was tempted; the forbidden had always called to him. He knew it was wrong, told himself he could handle it; but as the boy grew older, and only got more desirable, he knew he was lost. He just hoped he could hold out until the boy left Hogwart's. So what the hell was he doing, torturing himself like this? He was more than twice Harry's age. When the boy was younger, he was no doubt transferring the anger he still felt towards his father to the son. If he noticed then how attractive Harry was, he could push it away with hate. But Harry grew up, and proved himself as more than his father's son, more than the Boy Who Lived, Snape was forced to see him more as a person. A very sexy person... He tried to keep his eyes from wandering over to the boy's lithe form again. He failed, and tried to convince himself the boy wasn't acting oddly, even for him. The boy didn't seem to be able to sit still.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but not before casting another admiring glance at the professor. He caught himself again, shaking his head. He must be going mad. He tried again to concentrate on his work. But his arousal wasn't letting him. Slowly, surreptitiously, he snuck a hand under his robes, trying to reach his trapped erection. Maybe if he could just adjust it, it wouldn't ache so much. He finally got his hand underneath, and was trying to straighten out the hard flesh (when had he gotten fully hard?) when he felt eyes on him. Slowly, hoping he was wrong, not moving his hand to attract more attention to it, he lifted his eyes. His heart sank as he saw that, sure enough, Professor Snape was staring directly at him with a peculiar look on his face. Slowly, Snape got up from his desk, making his way over to where Harry was sitting. Harry hoped desperately for Snape to look away for a second, so he could move his hand, but to no avail. Those coldly burning eyes never wavered from the boy wizard. He was in trouble.

Snape couldn't believe his eyes when they first suggested to him what the boy was doing. Of course, once he had got the idea in his head, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy's hand, inching under his robes... oh god, he was touching himself... his cock sprang to life from the very thought. What should he do? Harry was destined to drive him insane, one way or another. His first inclination was an offer of assistance, but he couldn't do that, of course. Could he just ignore it? Like he had to ignore his own arousal whenever he got too close to Harry, close enough to smell him... He felt his own cock pulse, defying his control once again. It was too much temptation, he couldn't resist... maybe the teen wanted Snape to notice? Was this another way to defy him? Or... he let his mind wander to the forbidden for just a moment, closing his eyes as he imagined touching Harry, that alabaster skin, how the boy's erection would feel, taste... He looked at the boy again, and locked eyes with him. Harry looked guilty, that was for certain, and before he knew what he was doing, he was stalking across the room, trying to hold his glare, thankful once again for the billowing robes that hid his state of arousal.

Snape stopped in front of Harry's desk, and whispered, very slowly, "Potter. What are you doing?"

Harry's mind raced, trying to figure out if Snape knew what he was doing, or just thought he was being inattentive, if he had seen his hand under his robes. "Nothing," he said, but even to his own ears it sounded guilty.

Snape looked pointedly at Harry's lap, where there was a definite bulge that wasn't all from his hand. "Doesn't look like nothing to me, Potter." In fact, it looked wonderful to him; Harry was definitely well-developed for his age. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But the temptation was too great; and he was only human, only a man. No one could be expected to resist those eyes, that smooth skin...

Harry looked up at Snape, mouth open, trying desperately to think of something, anything, to save himself. But all he could think of was how powerful, and god help him, sexy, Snape looked as he stood over him. He wanted to surrender, to submit. This, of course, did not help his problem but only worsened it. "I..."

"You what, Potter? I'd love to hear the explanation for this," he smirked, the sadistic part of him enjoying the sight of the boy squirming in front of him.

Harry hung his head. "I'm sorry, Professor. It just... happened. I was trying to... make it go away..."

Snape laughed, a short, cruel sound. "I hardly think that playing with it will make it go away, Potter." He was forcing himself to maintain his usual persona, because he didn't know any other way to act around Harry. If he lost that attitude, he would truly be lost.

Harry looked up, cheeks blazing. He said the first thing that came to his distracted mind. "It won't?"

Snape frowned down at the boy. "Well, ultimately, it will, but..." he looked more closely at Harry and hesitated. "You really don't know, do you?" The thought that Harry was untouched, innocent... what was left of his resolve melted there and then, and the overwhelming need to possess the boy reared dangerously. His will to resist was almost gone...

Harry shook his head miserably. He couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation with Snape of all people, but he couldn't help himself. Looking up at Snape made him even harder, and hormones were clouding his judgment. The man was looking at him... differently, somehow. And he liked it. "It... aches," he said.

Harry watched as Snape looked down at him with an almost uncertain look on his face. He was certain he had never seen the man look that way before.

Snape bit his lip, then said, more softly, "You've never... touched it?" He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be saying this, and his mind was providing him with crystal clear images of Harry doing just that. He tried to keep himself from trembling.

"No," breathed Harry, feeling very warm despite the chill of the air. "I don't know how." He glanced down, then said quickly, before he lost his nerve, "Will you show me?"

Snape's mouth hung open in shock, and for a moment he didn't speak at all. "I..." he stammered finally. "I hardly think that's appropriate, Mr. Potter... I'm a teacher." Inside, his body cheered, sending even more blood to harden his cock until he thought it would explode. He couldn't... but Harry was asking...

Harry licked his lips. "Please, Professor? I won't tell anyone... and I am sixteen, you know..." He was past the point of no return; he was sure he would die if Snape rejected him.

How well Snape knew the boy was only sixteen... the need to look upon his boyish perfection pushed him into indecision. He balled his fists, fighting with his own body, surrendering slowly...

Even Harry could tell that Snape was having an internal dilemma. Harry was so far gone now, he decided to push it even farther. Lust was making him wanton. He stood up, and reached up, unzipping his robe slowly. "It's very warm in here..."

Snape's eyes flicked down to Harry's creamy skin that was revealed as the robe opened, back up to the boy's face. "It's not allowed..." he whispered. Snape had heard the whispered stories before, of teachers who fraternized with their students... he had always thought them weak, unable to control their own body's desires. Now here he was, faced with Harry Potter himself, and the boy was offering...

Harry knew Snape was almost convinced, despite his words. He had no idea what he was doing, or what he really wanted, but he did know he liked Snape's eyes on him, liked how the older man was looking at him, wanted the man to touch him. His erection throbbed, demanding attention. He let the robe fall to the floor, and he stood in front of Snape in a white button-up shirt and his uniform pants. Pants that bulged with his arousal. He looked up once more at the teacher. He moved his hand, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants quickly, then reaching in to caress his arousal through his boxers. "Please?" he pleaded.

Did the boy know what he was doing to him? Did he have the slightest clue how much his hands burned to touch, his mouth ached to taste, how his cock was wet with need to bury itself in that sweet body? As a moth to a flame, Snape went to his destruction, though he knew a moth's eventual fate.

Snape took a step closer, his face flushed. Harry wondered if the older man was as aroused as he was. He hoped so. He needed to know. He wanted... he closed the distance between them, and pressed himself against Snape. Sure enough, digging into his stomach was an unmistakable bulge. Oh god, that was the man's cock, rock hard and so big...Snape was as hard as he was. This gave Harry another breathless thrill. He looked up at the teacher once again, and repeated, "Please?"

This was it. He couldn't hold himself back any more. He was in hell, but he didn't want to leave. Damn the consequences. He could feel Harry's body pressed against him, that lean frame, the bulge of his erection against his thigh...This was it.

Snape's eyes fluttered shut, and his lips moved though no sound came out. Harry watched, and after a moment, the other man opened his eyes and smiled slightly. "Are you sure?"

Snape watched Harry's face carefully; trying not to notice the creamy skin, the piercing green eyes, the pink full lips. Lips that called to him, calling to be ravished.

Harry nodded, and it was his turn to close his eyes as he felt Snape's hands finally come up and pull him close. He moved his own hands, placing them on the other man's chest, fumbling with the fastenings of the robe. He wanted to touch Snape.

The teacher allowed himself to savor the feeling of the slim body against him for only a moment, but he wanted this to last. Now that he had given in to temptation, he intended to enjoy it to the fullest. With a quick spell he locked the door securely.

"No, no," chided the teacher, removing Harry's hands. "I thought you wanted a lesson, Harry."

The boy moaned as he heard Snape call him by his name for the first time; for some reason this increased the intimacy of the moment, and made Harry even hotter. He nodded, and dropped his hands to his sides.

"Much better," purred Snape, and just the man's silky voice sent more thrills to the boy's erection. Harry swore the man could make him come from just his voice alone. He moved back, to lean against his desk. "Now take off your pants and shirt."

Harry took a shuddering breath. This was more than he could have dreamed of. Snape wanted him, Snape wanted to watch him... he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by coming too soon. He wanted this to last. He unfastened his pants and let them drop, stepping out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt clumsily, sliding it off his shoulders. Now he stood in just his t-shirt and boxers, stretched out with his need.

"Very good," whispered Snape, his coal-black eyes sweeping over the boy in front of him. He licked his lips. "Now the boxers." He held his breath, savoring the first glimpse of the forbidden fruit he would soon be devouring. He wanted to see everything.

Harry had a bit of difficulty getting his boxers off; his arousal got in the way. Finally he kicked them away, and straightened, letting the teacher see him. He reached for the hem of his shirt, but Snape interrupted in a voice gone hoarse. "No, keep that on." He finally allowed himself to look, to feast his eyes on the teenage perfection before him. He had been right, Harry was well-endowed for a 16 year old boy. The fact that the beautiful cock before him had never been touched in passion made it even better. The boy, in just his t-shirt and erection, was perfection indeed. Snape's eyes swept over the nearly hairless, lean body, lightly muscled and fully aroused. He knew full well he was damned, but he was certainly going to enjoy the trip to hell. And make sure Harry enjoyed it too.

"Lean back against the desk," commanded Snape, and Harry did what he was told. Harry drew a deep breath and let the man's sexy voice send him even higher. He was almost afraid this was another dream, but then Snape was walking up to him again, and he held his breath. The man's hand was reaching for him... but then Snape took Harry's hand and placed it on the boy's own hardness.

Snape leaned down, placing the boy's fingers just so, trying to resist the urge to touch the hard flesh himself. That would come later... then he leaned in, bracing himself on the desk behind the boy, wrapped his fingers around Harry's, and squeezed gently. The gasp this produced from he boy was perfection as well. His position had him leaning over Harry without actually touching him. Looking up, he locked eyes with Harry, staring deep into wide green depths, and moved the boy's hand up and down. "Just like that." Their faces were inches apart, and Snape watched closely as Harry felt the first effects of the friction. "You feel that?" whispered Snape, and Harry could only nod dumbly. The older man moved the boy's hand faster, and asked, "Do you like it?" The boy nodded again, of course. Snape moved even closer, so his lips were nearly touching Harry's and murmured, "That's nothing compared to what I'm going to make you feel, Harry."

The boy whimpered then, and Snape was gone, back to leaning against his desk. "Keep going," the professor urged, "Just like that... slowly..." So Harry stroked himself, standing in front of Snape, watching every move the older wizard made as he watched. The coal black eyes on him made him moan, even more than what his own hand was making him feel, and the promise in the man's words and eyes was intoxicating. He had never realized how sexy Snape was; the man had an aura of unattainability that made him even more desirable. And now, he was watching him stroke his own cock... Harry wanted nothing more than to completely surrender to Severus Snape. He stroked faster, hoping the teacher liked the show.

"Perfect," whispered Snape, who was enjoying the show more than he could believe. So he stopped thinking. He moved forward. He couldn't keep his hands off the boy any longer. "You learn quickly, Harry," Snape said in his silky voice. "I think we can move on." Then he did what he had been wanting to do for quite some time now; bent down and captured that rosebud mouth with his, feeling the lips part readily for him, sweeping his tongue inside, tasting the boy at long last... and in that second he knew he could never get enough.

Harry's hand stilled as Snape kissed him; he had never seen the appeal of kissing, it didn't look all that exciting to him. But to feel it... to open his mouth, feel it invaded by Snape's hot tongue, to feel how close the bigger man was... he had never imagined how intimate a joining of two mouths could be. He could feel the heat coming in waves off of the other man; he felt like he would burn up, and he wanted it more than anything.

Snape was drowning in Harry; he gathered the boy closer, gathering him up in his arms at long last. He pulled the smaller boy close, trying not to crush him, but needing to feel every inch of the slim body against his. He slid one hand down to Harry's ass, kneading the firm flesh, pulling him closer. He moaned into Harry's mouth as he felt the boy's hardness against his thigh.

Harry reached up as his tongue danced with the other man's, wrapping his arms around Snape's neck. He felt those hands on him at long last; his hard cock rubbed against the robes and he knew he was on the edge. "P-Professor..." he gasped, breaking away. "I..."

Snape pulled back, looking at the lovely flushed face in front of him. He felt the boy rock his hips desperately and knew what he needed. Just one thing, though: "Please, Harry... call me Severus..."

"Severus," whispered Harry, trying out the name. "It aches..."

"I want to help you, Harry..." murmured Snape. "I want to make you feel good." But he wouldn't do anything the boy didn't want. "I've never... done anything like this before... with a student..." He needed Harry to understand how undone he was, how much he wanted this, to fly into the face of rules and convention and everything else.

Harry was barely coherent, but he knew what Snape was saying, and though he hadn't really thought about it, the admission made him feel better. "Please, yes..." moaned Harry. Then he gasped as Snape sank to his knees in front of him. What the man was getting ready to do... he had never even dreamed this far. He felt on the verge of climax just at the very idea. "Oh..."

Snape pushed Harry back against the desk. He looked up at the teenager, smirking, before turning his attention to the glistening prize before him. He knew full well that the inexperienced boy wouldn't last long; so he didn't waste time as he reached up to wrap his fingers around the boy's length. The boy's moans were incredible, making his own cock pulse in sympathy.

If Harry had been overwhelmed before, he was in another universe now. Snape was touching him, his hand gripping him and his mouth ready to swallow him. He gripped the edge of the desk and held on tight. The moment Snape touched him, he almost screamed; and when the wet heat of the man's mouth enveloped him he did scream.

Snape plunged his mouth down, taking in all of the boy's cock. As much as he would love to linger and savor the clean taste of the boy's need, he knew Harry needed release. He could taste the boy's excitement, and smell his musky scent. Once, twice, he bobbed his head, running a hand up the boy's smooth thigh. That was all it took.

Harry had been hard too long, his senses overloaded too much; the moment Snape's mouth touched him he started to climax. The friction added to it, and he filled the other man's mouth with his virgin seed, screaming his name. It felt so good it hurt; nothing should have been this good. He forgot where he was, forgot everything except what it was like to spill his first passion into Severus Snape's talented mouth. He buried his hands in the long black hair, his head thrown back as he tried not to black out from sensation. Over and over he pulsed, feeling like he would die, but happily.

Snape's own cock ached as he swallowed Harry's desire. Sweet, clean, perfect, Harry's completion took his own breath away as well. How had he known Harry would do everything in his life without reserve, without holding back anything? He licked away the last traces of the boy's seed, then stood up and held him close. He could feel Harry tremble as he fought to catch his breath.

Harry rested his head against the strong chest; he felt as if his legs wouldn't support him any longer. For long moments he just stood there; then he started to become aware of his surroundings once more. More specifically, aware of Snape, the very heat of the man who held him. Heat and strength and hardness... he slowly raised his head to look into the coal black eyes that once seemed so cold. Now those eyes burned, burned for him, just like the body against him did.

Snape could have held Harry forever, or so he thought until the boy raised that beautiful face to his once again. Then all the desire surged back full strength, and he tightened his grip. "Did you like that?" he whispered.

"Oh, yes," murmured Harry. He realized that he really wanted to see what Snape looked like when he was in ecstasy. "Since I did well, do I get another lesson?" He smiled slightly up at his teacher.

"Most definitely," murmured Snape, the man's silky voice once again arousing Harry. After seeing the boy's face twist with pleasure just once, Snape knew he could never refuse Harry anything ever again. He leaned down and kissed the boy again, slowly this time, exploring the boy's sweet mouth. Harry responded, his own tongue sparring with Snape's more hesitantly. Snape couldn't keep his hands from touching all of Harry he could reach, sending more thrills through the boy.

Harry broke the kiss finally, panting, and once again touched the fastenings of Snape's robe. "Please?" he smiled up at the older man. He wanted to feel the man's skin against his.

Snape nodded, letting Harry unfasten the robe himself, but when the boy started on the fastenings of his high-necked tunic, he had to help. Harry was fumbling with need to reach the man's skin. Finally, working together, the robe hung open as did the shirt beneath it, and Harry finally got to touch the teacher's skin.

He took a moment to admire the muscles revealed; porcelain skin stretched over a body that could have been on a statue. Why did the man hide himself under the robes? His body was gorgeous, his skin almost burning to the touch. Harry eagerly ran his small hands over every inch of skin revealed, smiling when he made Snape gasp by brushing his nipples.

A part of Snape still couldn't believe this was happening, that Harry Potter was undressing him, touching him, wanting him. The reverence with which the boy looked at him gave him new feelings, even beyond the lust that was clouding his brain. His body burned for the boy, with an intensity that he now realized had been building up for some time. But Harry wanted him, needed him, and he couldn't stop. When the boy started fumbling with his pants, he decided to stop thinking. "Harry," he moaned, as the boy's hand slipped inside his pants.

Harry wasn't thinking clearly either; all he wanted at this moment was to see and touch as much of Severus as possible. The man's body was incredible; so much bigger than him. He desperately wanted to feel his arousal; the maddening feeling of the hardness through the cloth was driving him insane. He needed to see the proof of Snape's passion with his own eyes for some reason, needed to touch it. Finally he reached his goal; without unfastening the pants completely he reached in to grasp the hard length. The sound Snape made was nothing short of extraordinary; he knew he needed to hear that voice moan his name forever.

Snape had a lot of control; but that all went out the window when he felt Harry touch him. The boy's eager hands were driving him crazy, repeating what he had just been taught. He had to stop him finally; he wanted this to last. "Harry," he murmured, catching the boy's hands. "Stop."

Harry looked up at the man's flushed face and resisted the urge to pout. It thrilled him to think he could affect Snape this way. "Am I not doing it right?" he teased.

Snape smirked down at him, not bothering to answer that. "Insolence," he purred, "Will not go unpunished." He pulled Harry over toward his desk and the chair behind it.

"Oh, I hope so," grinned Harry, letting himself be led.

After grabbing a jar from a shelf, Snape stopped in front of the chair and made sure Harry was watching. Then he slid his pants off, kicking them and his shoes out of the way.

Harry looked at Snape, trying to control his breathing. The man was magnificent; dressed now only in his opened robe and shirt, his dark eyes blazing with desire, his powerful aura and his hard cock clearly saying how much he wanted Harry. The boy whimpered and his own erection ached. "Severus," he moaned, stepping forward to press himself against the body he wanted so badly.

They kissed again, Snape running his hands up under Harry's shirt and the boy's hands exploring the older wizard's body. Snape ran his hands down over the boy's ass, and lifted him easily so that their arousals met. Harry gasped and rocked his hips; the feeling of the hard flesh against his was incredible. He locked his arms around the man's neck, burying his face in Snape's neck, moaning as the friction built up.

Snape once again had to stop Harry; the boy's enthusiastic rubbing had him teetering on the edge once again. He sat down in the chair, with Harry straddling his legs. The chair was easily big enough for both of them. Harry once again tried to devour Snape's mouth, leaning forward so he could press as much of himself as possible against the older man.

"I want..." Harry paused, thrusting his hips against Snape's, causing more mind-shattering friction, "More."

Snape took a shuddering breath, hands tightening on that tight little ass. "Do you know what you're asking for, Harry?" he whispered, holding onto control by a thread. So close...

"I..." Harry hesitated. He knew, in theory, but... "I want you, Severus. Inside me." He looked down at the man's thick cock. "That. In me," he went on, even though it looked huge. He looked up into coal black eyes. "Don't you want me?"

Snape fought back a moan. "I want you more than I could ever say, Harry. But..." he held onto his sanity. "I don't want to take advantage of you, and I don't want to hurt you..."

"I trust you not to hurt me," Harry said seriously. "And I started this, not you. I want you, Severus. I'm not a kid. I've never been just a kid." He stared at the other man with green eyes that Snape knew had seen far too much. "Please?"

Snape knew already that he couldn't refuse Harry, especially when he was sitting in his lap, nearly naked, rubbing himself against him... instead of answering, he reached for the jar on the desk, opening it with one hand and getting some on his fingers. He pulled Harry forward against him, and slipped the other hand underneath him, sliding his slick fingers down the cleft of the boy's ass, sliding farther down...

Harry gasped as he felt Snape's fingers brush against his entrance. He tried to spread his legs apart farther; it felt so good he wanted more. He buried his face in the other man's neck again, breathing in his masculine scent as the fingers brushed again, this time lingering for a moment, pressing gently. "That feels nice..." he breathed.

Encouraged, Snape gently slid one finger inside Harry's virgin entrance. God, the boy was so hot, so tight... he heard and felt the moan this produced. He slid in farther; the potion he used had a relaxing component as well as a lubricating one. His cock pulsed; it ached to take Harry. But he would not hurt him.

Harry was moaning continuously by the time Snape had three fingers in him. He was thrusting back and forth, one way thrusting back on those fingers and the other rubbing his dripping erection against the other man, sobbing and begging. Those fingers inside him felt so good, so right...

Snape was about to lose control himself; finally he decided Harry was ready. He removed his fingers carefully.

Harry cried out with loss, but then realized that Snape was putting more of the slick substance on his erection. He watched avidly as the man stroked himself; no wonder Severus wanted to watch Harry do that; it was very sexy.

Snape looked at the boy in front of him, then grasped his slim hips, raising him up. Harry got the idea and braced himself with his arms on the sides of the chair. He held his breath as he watched Snape position himself, then looked deep into his eyes.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Snape asked, hoping he could stop if the boy wanted him to.

"Please, Severus," whimpered Harry. "I want you! I want you more than anything I've ever wanted," Harry finished, meaning every word. He lowered his voice. "Take me." And with that, he lowered himself onto the waiting hardness.

Snape's head fell against the back of the chair and his eyes rolled back as he got the first taste of being inside Harry. Impossible, nothing could be this tight, this hot, this... oh god, he was falling, falling, into heaven and he couldn't stop. Slowly, inch by inch, his erection slid deep inside the boy, driving all thought from his head except heat. It was too perfect; he would surely go insane from something so incredible. Harry's body gripped his shaft, barely letting him in, squeezing him tight, driving him mad.

Harry felt like his body was flushed all over; he burned with need to be joined with Snape. The thick cock nudged at his entrance; it felt too big to ever fit. But then he slid down, and Severus was inside him, and it felt better than his wildest dreams, and he lowered himself further. It should have hurt, to have the other man's cock invading him; but it felt like it was meant to be, a perfect joining of two people, a giving of ecstasy. He saw the look on Snape's face, saw what it was doing to him; the look of abandon on the sexy man's face made it even better. He slid down farther, and found he was fully impaled now. All of Snape's glorious arousal was deep inside him, and Harry could scarcely believe it. It felt wonderful to be filled, but something in him knew there was more; he gave an experimental wiggle, and Snape's eyes flew open.

"Harry!" he gasped out, trying to get himself under control. He gripped the boy's hips tightly; the wiggling was making him want to pound into the boy mercilessly.

Harry smiled and did it again; he wanted to make Severus lose control. He wanted to see animal lust in those usually icy eyes; and he got what he wanted. Eyes flashing, Snape used one hand on the back of his neck to pull Harry to him; he crushed the boy's mouth to his in a savage kiss, tongue delving roughly into his mouth. Then he dropped his hand back to the slim hips, holding Harry still while he drove up into him, thrusting shallowly at first.

It was Harry's turn to gasp; the sensation of Snape moving inside him was so amazing that all he could do now was cling to the man's strong shoulders and hang on for dear life. The hot hardness inside him stroked his inner walls, driving him higher with each stroke, promising nirvana. "Oh, Severus," he moaned out as he surrendered to the feeling.

Snape thrust over and over, losing a bit of his heart and soul each time he seated himself in the tight heat. Soon, the shallow thrusts weren't enough, and he gathered Harry to him, standing up, and lifted the boy onto the desk's surface smoothly, without losing contact. He lowered Harry gently, easing him down, before pausing and looking into the captivating green eyes once again. "Are you ready?" he breathed, poised to pound the boy even harder.

Harry looked up at the man he had once thought he hated, and he was ready to give him everything. He nodded, and moaned, "Yes, more," spreading his legs wider and giving in to the delicious feeling of being taken.

With a growl, Snape started to pound. Every stroke took him deeper, harder, into Harry. He gripped the boy's hips again, to keep him from sliding off the desk. Every stroke took him closer to the brink, of losing his control and his heart forever. He looked down at Harry, and such a feeling of possessive passion rushed over him that it left him breathless. He drove into the boy as hard as he dared. With his last shred of sanity he searched the boy's face for any sign of pain.

Harry wasn't sure what was better; the hard cock driving in and out of him, stroking every nerve ending to a peak, or the sight of Severus above him, lost in pleasure because of him. Every stroke felt better, and he knew he needed it harder. "Severus," he gasped. "Harder, please oh god harder..."

Snape couldn't believe Harry wanted it even harder, but he gave him what he wanted, the desk rocking beneath them from the force of his thrusts. Never in his life had he felt anything so earth-shatteringly incredible. Soon he was thrusting as hard as he could, and he knew he was close. He needed to hear Harry scream his name again. He reached between them and stroked the boy's glistening cock. "You're mine," he growled.

Harry was riding a wave of ecstasy; just when he thought it couldn't get any better he felt Snape's hand on him, stroking his erection. He had almost forgotten what that felt like, but when the new sensation combined with the feeling of the cock inside him, he lost any mind he had left. He screamed so loudly that his throat would be sore later, screamed his lover's name. The he fell over the edge, tumbling into his completion blindly. The climax he felt earlier was but a pale shadow of what it felt like to be taken, driven to release by Snape deep inside him. His seed spilled between them, coating them both, draining him.

Snape knew the moment Harry climaxed, knew it before his name was wrenched from those sweet lips and before he felt the wet heat on his hand. He knew when the boy's body clenched tight like a vise, gripping him hard and hot and perfect. One more thrust and he knew it was over; irresistible and overpowering, his release robbed him of his senses, one hundred times as intense as he could ever have dreamed. He knew in those long moments of exquisite perfection that he was well and truly lost, and at the same time found. He filled Harry with his desire as his heart filled with emotion; he claimed the boy's mouth once again as they both came out of the fog of completion. He slid his hands behind Harry and pulled him close once again, lifting the boy with the last of his strength and bringing them both back to the chair. He sat back, still embracing Harry, unwilling to let go.

Harry's whole body was still pulsing, still trembling with the aftershocks, marveling at the feeling of Snape's seed filling him, marking him. He melted into the older man's arms, letting himself be held, never wanting to leave the warm circle of Severus' arms. He couldn't ever remember feeling more content. He couldn't think farther than this room, this chair, this man that held him.

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever; two souls, two bodies entwined as one, wondering where the future would take them. In one short afternoon, their lives had been turned inside out, and would never be the same.

Harry came to his senses slowly. He was warm, so warm; he had never felt so safe and happy in his life. He shifted slightly, and became more aware of his surroundings. He was snuggled up against... one eye opened... a bare chest? He was being held by what felt like a very strong pair of arms, and he felt better than he had felt for a long time. Despite the fact that parts of him were rather sticky and sore... both his eyes flew completely open as it all came back to him suddenly. Snape... he and Snape... no, he corrected himself, Severus... they had... just then, the arms tightened around him and he knew Snape was awake as well. Harry didn't want to have to speak, or dea...