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It was a nice day in February, 9 months after the war.

Harry was in the Common Room, bored out of his mind while Hermione and Ron were whispering to each other in front of the fire. Ginny was making out with Dean, and Neville was talking to Luna about exotic creatures. 

Many of their friends hadn't return for their final year. After what they had been through, it was reasonable if no one returned at all.

Some had already turned in, and Harry, well, he was bored. He had nothing to talk about, no one he wished to talk to, and nothing he would rather do. Sleep sounded boring, while doing anything at all was exhausting. It was like he was in a thick state of boredom that was impossible to escape. 

Ever since the War ended, many things had happened. Too many funerals, too many things that needed to be settled, and too many trials and sleepless nights. Harry didn’t say it was interesting, no. He thought it was horrendous, but during those times, he was occupied, and he was at least useful . 

Now, he felt somewhat empty. 

Yes, peace was good, but what good was it for someone who only knew fighting and war since they were 11? What good was it for someone who was raised as a weapon?

Harry didn’t know. 

At least classes were nice because he could finally focus on something other than staying alive. 

Being with his friends was also nice, since now there was no more worry on their faces, and they could finally talk about the future. 

What more could he want?

Well… 

Of course there’s more. 

There was always more.

The thing was, ever since the war, Harry hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of a certain someone, and it was slowly growing into an obsession that kept him awake at night and distracted him during the day. It was growing like a vine, and it tugged on Harry's limbs and heart, heavy but equally sweet. 

“Harry, look at this, the newest product of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!” Ron called him when an owl dropped a parcel on the table, and everyone in the Common Room started to shuffle closer. 

Harry sat up from his armchair and moved toward Ron. He stood next to Luna, just so he could avoid Ginny’s glare. He leaned on the back of the sofa and touched Hermione’ shoulder. She patted his hand and offered him a smile. 

Ron grinned and opened it. Inside, there was a pink love egg, with a switch next to it. 

Hermione yelped and slapped Ron’s arm, Luna was peering at it curiously, and Ginny darted to look at Harry while Dean smirked at the thing. Neville? Neville was beet red and had covered his eyes. 

“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione hissed, and Ron raised both of his hands in surrender. 

“Hey, not me! It’s George!” Ron said, “He said it was the products that he and Fred had been working on, and Valentine is the best occasion for it!”

Hermione seemed to calm down a bit at it, but she still refused to look at the thing. 

“Come on, let’s see what it does.” Ron grinned wickedly, and Dead, of course, nodded eagerly. 

“Fine, but if you bring it anywhere near my person, then you, are, dead!” Hermione glared at him, and Ron waggled his eyebrows, not exactly threatened by that remark.

Ron reached for the pamphlet inside, which was also pink, and he read, 

“Says here it could change to 4 different shapes, with 4 different vibration settings, and could be controlled by magic. The range of the control was 40 metres. The hell?” Ron raised his eyebrow at that and continued, “Says that the controller could recognise someone with a compatible magical signal as the first registered user, and if it was the case, the thing could only be removed by the party who was not wearing it. What does it mean?” Ron turned to Hermione, and she huffed, irritated. 

“It means, Ronald, that your brothers managed to somehow make a device that could find a person’s soulmate, and decided to make it a sex toy!” Hermione exclaimed, and she looked beyond annoyed. 

“Wahhh. Neat!” Dean laughed. 

“Wanna try?” Ron grinned, holding the controller up, “Just to know if you are my soulmate or not.” 

Harry noticed how a small corner of it turned slightly orange.

“No!” Hermione shrieked, “Why would I want to touch it?” She moved further away from Ron, looking disgusted and eyeing the love egg as if it might burst into a million bugs and crawl all over her. 

“Oh come one, Hermione…” Ron smiled, bringing it near her, “Just to try, please…” He leaned in, and once he cornered her, Hermione looked like she was about to hex his red head off.

After 2 minutes of him pestering, Hermione finally groaned and touched the thing, only for a brief second, but the moment was enough for the egg to start vibrating. Harry noticed how the controller shone briefly before returning to normal. 

He guessed it was a yes to the soulmates thing-y.

She eyed it like it was the devil and banished it with a wave of her wand, under Ron’s horrified eyes. Then, she rushed upstairs and left Ron mourning for the poor thing. 

“Well, how nice…” Luna said, her voice dreamy, “They are soulmates.”

Harry felt like she had totally missed the point, but nodded anyway. 

He looked at Dean, who was comforting Ron, and then he caught Ginny’s eyes, looking at him as if she was expecting something from him. 

That was the thing. 

Everyone kept expecting things from him, and Harry was so sick and tired of it. 

Harry sighed and walked back to his dorm room as well. Time to turn in.

That night, Harry dreamt of pink, and in the middle of it was a dark shadow, deeper than the night, and smoother than velvet. It wrapped around him like a vine, and even though its touch was teasing, Harry felt like he was being suffocated with clouds. It was like being teased constantly, and Harry kept yearning for more.

Harry woke up that morning boneless. Not exhausted, no, just surprisingly relaxed. It was one of those days when everything would be close to perfect, and nothing would be able to make him upset. 

Harry got to the Common Room to find Ron sticking close to Hermione. She was reading a book while he dozed off on her shoulder, their face and lips slightly pink. Harry chuckled and sat down on the other side, resting his head on Hermione’s shoulder as well. 

She chuckled and leaned her head on his, murmuring so that she wouldn't disturb Ron’s sleep-in. 

“Morning. You are early today…”

“Mn.” Harry sighed, “It’s nice.”

“Finish your Potions homework?” Hermione asked, because of course the first topic in the morning would be homework, war or not. 

“Yes.” Harry hummed, his chest buzzed pleasantly at the thought of seeing the Potion master later in the day. 

“How is he these days?” Hermione asked, suddenly. 

Harry’s heart skipped a beat, not much, but enough so that he was aware that Hermione might have known something. She is clever, after all. 

“Still a git, still bully me. But less so, and his detention was better than in the past.” Harry replied. It was the truth, but not the whole truth. In fact, these days, he often purposefully ruined a potion or acted cocky, just so he could earn a detention. Snape was happy to take points and assign those, just so he could tell Harry to do things, but he was less of a git, and more like a strict teacher, now that he didn’t have to pretend to hate Harry to the gut. 

In fact, these days, it was something Harry most looked forward to. Those nights with Snape were those he didn’t feel bored with and actually enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. It was the subtle change in their relationship that showed Harry how the world had changed, how they had changed. It was the quiet but comfortable 2 hours with Snape’s company that Harry felt like he could breath, and actually enjoyed it, that he didn’t feel like a weapon that was being thrown away. 

It was Snape that made him feel that way, and he was Harry’s new obsession. 

“You guys are getting along…” Hermione murmured. 

“I hope so.” Harry chuckled. 

“Wat yuh talkin’ ‘bout?” Ron blinked and cracked one eye open, looking at Harry. 

“I said I hope we wouldn’t miss breakfast.” Harry sat up, and he exchanged a look with Hermione. She just shook her head at him, but her smile let him know that she agreed to keep this a secret until he was ready, and he was grateful to her for that. 

When they shuffled to their feet, the others started to wake up as well, and they went to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was a rather peaceful one, and while Ron and Hermione chatted quietly about whatever it was that was between them, Harry looked at the paintings, at the windows and the clouds, and he thought about how Snape walked these hallways. 

He thought about how it was for the man, now that the war was over. 

Was he, a spy, quietly mourning the taste of it, though bitter?

Was he struggling to feel normal, when the world had moved on?

Or was he enjoying his rare peace, knowing that there would be no looming darkness threatening to ruin his days?

Harry asked himself these questions frequently. 

Everywhere he walked, every breath that he took, everywhere he looked, he asked questions. 

He saw the memories Snape had shown him, in his own mind. And every moment of the day, Harry lingered on them. When he walked in the hallways, he saw a boy walking with his head down. When he stepped into the Great Hall, he felt the pain of seeing his only friends being slowly stripped away. And when he retired to his bedroom, he saw a crying boy on his bed, a cowering teenager in the corner of the room, and he saw a sitting silhouette out the door, waiting the whole night. 

The word ‘obsession’ might be an understatement, but Harry didn’t really care. 

He didn’t care if his days were filled with the image of someone he already knew on a deeper level, didn’t care if it was occupied by the thoughts of someone who didn’t expect anything from him. 

As long as it kept his mind off the darkness that was his past, he was content. 

Harry walked into the Great Hall. 

A relative number of students were already there, and few turned to look at him, offering him smiles and greetings, which Harry replied politely. 

He darted his eyes to the Slytherin table, which were occupied by only a few. 

After the war, they had been slightly neglected, and Harry had been working on changing it. With the help of Kingsley and some from Skeeter, he might be able to pull it off sooner or later. Maybe after the war, he would have a talk with Hermione as well. 

Harry knew he might be putting his effort in the wrong place, but it was neglect that had pushed Snape into being a Death Eater in the first place, what had allowed Voldemort to become a Dark Lord, and what had almost pushed Draco to ruin. 

Never again. 

Harry sat down, and his eyes darted to the Head table, finding a dark gaze staring at him, frowning. 

Harry smiled, then turned to his food. 

It used to be so scary, so annoying, to be noticed by that gaze. But now, Harry knew what it meant, and he basked in the attention that the man was giving him, so eager to show the man that he too, had a good side, and not a reflection of his bully dad.

Maybe he was the reason why Harry was caring so much to the Slytherin. 

If you love them, you love every part of them. 

Harry rested his head on his palm and took a bite from his buttered toast, savouring the taste.

“How can you look so cheerful so early in the morning, mate?” Ron grumbled while piling his plate with food. 

“I had a good sleep.” Harry hummed, and his gaze drifted back to the Head table. 

He found the Potion Master immediately, and he was chewing elegantly on a small piece of sausage. He looked focused on his task, and he was not talking to anyone, nor was anyone talking to him. 

Harry hummed and narrowed his eyes. 

He was gonna ask the Headmistress about that over their next afternoon tea appointment. 

Harry finished his breakfast and enjoyed a few sips of tea, his mind wandering over everything and nothing in general when a giant cloud of owls made their way into the Hall. 

Hermione quickly casted a charm to protect their breakfast from being assaulted by feathers, and Harry was more than grateful to her. 

The owls brought with them parcels and morning paper. 

Harry didn’t read the Prophet anymore, and only few would send him things, he didn’t expect anything. But then, an owl that Harry recognised was George’s made its way toward him and dropped a parcel in front of him. 

The parcel was in a familiar shade of pink, with a postcard attached to it. 

It said, 

‘To dear Harry, 

May you find your soulmate and give me an honest review (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

This one has 10 different shapes and modes, just for you, our precious investor.’ 

Harry chuckled, and at Hermione’s deadly glare, he put it in his school bag and raised his hands in the air. 

“Promise I wouldn’t use it on anyone unless I get their verbal consent.” He said solemnly, and even though Hermione looked conflicted, he let it go. 

Harry chuckled, and when he turned, he saw Ginny eyeing his bag, and he knew exactly what she was thinking. 

He wouldn’t let her touch it, though. Not now, not after they had clearly broken up. 

He didn’t know why she thought that he needed time to recover from the war and not because he was already in love with someone else, but he wouldn’t encourage her hope, nor would he lead her on. 

It had to stop. 

Harry left the Hall. Potions was in the afternoon, and in the morning, their friends had Defence, something which Harry didn’t need, nor did he think that his friends need. 

He liked the subject, though, and he was thinking about the possibility of coming back to Hogwarts to teach. It was a nice idea, and it grew on him, especially after Fifth year. He had thought that he wanted to become an Auror, but after killing Voldemort, Harry decided that he had fought enough Dark Wizard for a lifetime. 

This time, he wanted to pursue one. 

Harry chuckled at the thought. 

Snape wasn’t actually a Dark Wizard, not in the way people are misunderstanding it, no. He was good at the Dark Arts, which didn't make him automatically corrupt and bad. 

What made Dark Wizard corrupt was their intent, their use of magic. 

Harry sat down on his regular seat at the library and read the book that he was currently studying. It was about the foundation of magic, a topic mysterious but roused the interest of many people, Snape included. 

He had seen a lot of books on this topic on the man’s shelves, and he had to admit, he got into the topic due to that exact reason. It was good, though, and reading was a good way to distract himself as well. 

After what seemed like hours, Harry finally stopped and scribbled some summary of what he had been reading. He couldn’t understand much, but he could always ask Hermione, or hopefully, Snape. 

Harry made it to lunch and prepared to have a double Potions in the afternoon. It was Friday, so he was going to have two days off. 

It was nice, indeed. 

Lunch was uneventful, with occasional glances at the Potions Master’s empty seat. When he wandered the castle before coming to Potions, though, he spotted something in an empty hallway that caught his attention immediately. 

It was a familiar remote, and Harry quickly shuffled his bag to find his parcel still there. 

As he knew, the product was not put out for sale, not until Valentine’s Days. And Harry knew better than to go around touching the remote control of someone’s sex toy. 

But this one caught his attention, because instead of pink, it was a deep shade of black. 

His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and there was something, something inside his head was urging him to pick it up. 

A part of him knew for certain who it belonged to, yet another part argued. 

It couldn’t be. 

He would never. 

It couldn’t be this easy. 

Severus Snape would throw that thing away immediately. 

Yet, another part of him, the irrational part, told him that yes, it was the man’s, and if Harry just picked it up. 

No, the man must have dropped it. 

No, black might be someone else’s favourite colour. 

It might not be his. 

You can’t touch it without his consent. 

But before the voices finished, Harry leaned down and touched it. 

His mind was buzzing, and his veins felt like they were about to burst in anticipation, and even though he couldn’t believe it, something told him that he knew exactly what was happening and was about to unfold next. 

Under his trembling gaze, the switch started to glow a little. As the glow settled in, Harry knew for certain that Snape was wearing the plug, in broad daylight and 10 minutes until it was time for his class. 

That thought sent a rush of blood straight to Harry’s cock, and he trembled as the meaning of the switch burnt in his mind, as the knowledge of what he had just found rushed in his blood and burnt him to the core. 

Snape was his soulmate, their magic was compatible, and there was a love egg inside of the man that Harry could now control. 

Gosh. 

Harry took a deep breath as his heart threatened to explode in his chest, along with his lungs and his cock. 

Right now, he knew that the man was wearing the thing, and given that he never came to his class late, he must be going there, or was already there. 

In class…

Harry felt his face burnt, and he shuffled the controller in his bag before running to the dungeon as if there was food there and he had been starved for days. 

The moment Harry yanked the wooden door open, everyone turned to look at him, but he didn’t care. His eyes were fixed on one person, and one person only. 

“Well, well, let’s see who has finally decided to grace us with his appearance. Welcome, Mister Potter, how will my class be of service to you today?” Snape said in a sarcastic tone, and he didn’t even bother to hide the disgust in his tone. He was glaring at Harry as if waiting for him to make one single mistake and then taking all of Gryffindor’s points in one single breath. 

Harry didn’t care about points at the moment either. 

Snape looked like he could kill, and Harry’s heart was in his throat. He couldn’t see any sign, so he might be wrong, but his instinct said he was not wrong, and the owner of the controller must be Snape.

Calmdowncalmdowncalmdown!!!  

I need to confirm this first. 

“I am sorry that I am late. I'll take my seat now.” Harry said politely, and he saw for one second that Snape and everyone else was surprised that he didn’t get mad, but he didn’t care. 

He walked to the table at the back of the class, and he kept his eyes on Snape. 

The man scrunned at Harry, as if he was inspecting whether Harry was someone in Polyjuice, and once Harry sat down on the lone desk at the back of the class, Snape just gave up and said, “As I was saying before Mister Potter interrupted us, today, you are going to make the…”

The next words that Snape was about to say turned into a sharp hiss as he jerked in his seat, clutching his table tightly as if his life depended on it. 

“Professor!” Draco stood from his seat, and Hermione also looked alerted, but Snape suddenly relaxed, and he swept his eyes across the class before grunting. 

“I am fine. Old wounds. Sit down, Mister Malfoy.” He said dryly. 

Harry was looking down at his book, hiding a smirk. He removed his hand from the controller and brought it up to cover his mouth before it turned into a wide grin. 

It is true. 

Snape is my soulmate. 

And he is wearing the plug to class.

Gosh. 

Harry knew that this day was going to turn out alright, but this was like all of his wet dreams coming true all at once. 

His heart felt like it was about to burst, and the excitement that was coursing in his veins was so thick he felt like he could fill a cauldron and there would still be more to spare. 

Harry waited until Snape was using magic to control the chalk to turn on the switch again. And even though this time, he didn’t react at all, Harry didn’t miss the way the chalk made a strange wobble while Snape’s shoulder tensed. 

His facial expression, though, didn’t change, and Harry had two theories: One, he was exceptional at controlling his expression from years of experience at being a spy. And two, he was using an illusion charm to cover it up. 

Harry had to say, except for the time he was trying to accuse Snape and Draco, his mind had never worked so well and so fast. It was surprising what his mind could do when it involved things that he actually wanted. 

Harry pushed the button again, and this time, the chalk dropped to the floor and broke in half. Everyone looked at Snape, who scoffed and said, very slowly, “On second thought… You are in your 7th year, so you must be able to cite the recipe by heart by now. Get to work, and I won’t tolerate a single mistake.” 

Then, he darted a dark look over the whole class before directing  his attention at the pile of paper in front of him. Harry gave him one last look, noticing how his hand was slightly shaking, how his posture was rigid, and how his expression didn’t really change from earlier, and he came to a conclusion. 

Snape was using an Illusion charm. 

He followed the other toward the storage to retrieve ingredients. Hermione helped him, of course, since Harry kept taking the wrong things. His mind was obviously elsewhere, and his hands were shaking slightly due to excitement. 

When he returned to his seat, he ignited the fire, carefully controlling the temperature as a way to distract himself, even a little. Then, he started to work on the base. He didn’t really know the potion that well, but there was a recipe in the book, one which he had learnt by heart once, in an attempt to impress Snape. It didn’t, but Harry remembered it well enough, so he didn’t have to think very hard. 

That gave him enough brain power to think about the spell that Luna had taught him, once that she used on her glass to see hidden things. 

If he remembered correctly, the charm was a tweak from the original, which was used to see through things. One which, once, Dean and Seamus had tried to cast on his glasses to test whether he could see through girls’ clothes. 

They were scolded by Hermione, of course, but Harry had heard the charm, and his horny Fifth year brain made an attempt to take note. 

And now, Fate, or more precisely, George Weasley, had given him the chance to use it. 

Harry tapped his wand on his glasses, then mumbled the spell. 

There was a tingle, then, Harry saw his own leg under the table. The table then looked like a blur. 

He could still see his clothes, luckily. 

So Harry looked up, and immediately, he saw past Snape’s charm, and his head almost exploded from the amount of blood that rushed North and South at the same time. 

Snape’s face was beet red, and he was writhing very subtly. His body tensed, and his expression soaked in bliss. His eyes were dreamy, filled with unshed tears, and he was moaning silently. 

His hands were not holding the quill, but instead were between his legs, holding his groin tightly, as if trying to make it stop, or push it deeper, Harry didn’t know. 

Harry cancelled the charm for a moment, and in front of him was a dignified Snape, with an expression stoic like stone, a deep frown, and a straight posture. He was scribbling furiously, and there was even the sound of a quill on paper. 

But when he casted the charm again, the Snape that was shaking came into view, and Harry’s cock swell impossibly fast, aching and dripping. 

He turned off the vibrator, and immediately, Snape sagged against the table, gasping and rubbing his thighs together, his hands still between his legs. 

It was beyond erotic, and Harry felt like he was in a trance. 

He had never seen the man so… lewd…

Since the moment Harry knew he had a crush on the man, he had seen Snape in a totally different light. He was no longer an ugly dungeon bat, but someone Harry looked up to, and admired. He liked Snape’s hands, his voice, his elegance, and almost everything about him. He had imagined what Snape would look like in bed, but never in his wildest dream did he imagine Snape experiencing pleasure in class, under the eyes of almost 20 students, and could still maintain a perfect Illusion charm. 

Harry continued with his potions, and meanwhile, he darted a glance or two at Snape, who was slowly calming down and sitting straighter. He didn’t cancel his charm, and didn’t answer a single question. His illusion would just glare at the students until they were discouraged. 

Harry chuckled. 

He worked on his potions smoothly, and when it’s time to let it simmer for 10 minutes, he sat back, checked one more time, and then turned the vibrator on. 

Snape’s whole body changed immediately. He arched back against his chair, his hands gripping the armrests in a vice grip that turned his knuckles white. His legs were parted wide, and his legs jerked uncontrollably under the table. 

Harry looked at the man, mesmerised. But he did notice something. 

The man was not having an erection, like, not at all. 

Harry knew how a few men would still be able to feel pleasure from anal stimulation, since their prostate was really sensitive. But not getting hard at all when he was reacting that strongly?

Harry frowned. 

Was there something wrong with Snape’s…

No, that’s unlikely. 

Harry admitted that he didn’t like the man when he was a teenager, but he did once or twice catch sight of the man’s lower abdomen, and the mere size of it was not exactly average either. There was also a discussion, once, about how big Snape’s cock was, since he had a big nose. 

It was not a nice image, but they had a good laugh, saying things like 12 inches, or ‘as long as what was up his arse’. 

But now, Harry didn’t even see that bulge. 

He hummed, and his finger slid slightly, turning up the intensity, and Snape’s whole face contorted and his body went rigid. 

And Harry saw it. 

Snape came.

He came in the middle of a class, shaking and screaming silently. His whole body tensed and convulsed beautifully, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes away. 

But the thing that attracted his attention the most was the amount of liquid that came out, that wetted a large patch of Snape’s pants, darkened and dampened the fabric impossibly. 

It was almost like was pissing himself. 

The thought made Harry’s cock ache painfully, and he found out that he too, was leaking in his pants, unable to control his body reaction. 

He paused for a moment to cast an Illusion on his body as well, and he remembered to turn off the vibrator, giving the man a break. 

Snape sagged instantly, and he tilted his head to a side, his cheek rosy red, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. 

He looked debauched, and utterly delicious. 

Harry looked at the man’s groin again, and it was so wet he could technically hear a sound. 

He turned to his potions, and while he worked, his mind wandered to the man sitting at the teacher’s table, legs spreaded wide, coming from a vibrator and his Illusion charm didn’t even shake. 

Gosh, how had Harry never noticed how powerful the man was, and how it was such a turn on… 

Harry took a deep breath, and he distracted himself with the potions for 20 more minutes before it needed another simmer. 

He sat back, and turned the vibrator on again. This time, it was as if he took Snape completely by surprise. He might think that the onslaught had stopped, and he had made the mistake of relaxing. Once the vibrator was on, he tensed and a choked sound came from his throat, loud enough that everyone looked up. Harry looked too. He lowered his glasses and saw Snape’s silhouette raised his arm toward his face and lowered it. He disguised it as a cough. 

Such impressive skill. 

He slid the glasses back on, and in the same spot, he found Snape curling into himself, clutching his stomach, gasping and rolling his hips, rubbing against nothing. 

Harry hummed and increased the intensity, and the man’s whole body went rigid again. This time, he jerked in place, his whole body stiffened, then he turned his head, and Harry saw the man’s face filled with ecstasy, his mouth a wide O, his eyes filled with tears, and some had rolled down his cheek. 

He was not making a single sound, but Harry saw the way he was shaking like a leaf, coming untouched again. Harry didn’t see if he wetted himself again, since his pants had already been soaked, but he knew the man did, since he was coming far too long for it to be possible. It was sexy as hell, and Harry wished for more than anything that he could come right up and fucked the man immediately. 

Harry took a deep breath. 

No, that’s not right. 

What if the man still hated my gut. 

The fact that they are soulmates and magically compatible didn’t change their feelings one bit. 

Snape might just kill me…

Harry looked at the man, and his thoughts were immediately shoved away as he looked at the way Snape was gasping, his face relaxed and blissful. He was still not coming down from his orgasm, and his hand… 

Fuck!

His hand was between his legs, rubbing on the spot that was supposed to be his cock. 

Harry raised his eyebrow.

How peculiar that the man was still not getting hard. 

When Harry was thinking about that, he saw the man mumble something, and then, he looked up. 

For a second, Harry thought that his heart had stopped beating as their eyes met. Snape’s eyes went wide, and Harry’s eyes mirrored the man’s. For a second, they looked at each other, directly, and Harry panicked. 

He pushed the button to the highest setting. 

He should be impressed because Snape managed to not make a sound, but again, he was mesmerised by the way the man sobbed immediately, hiding his face in the crook of his arm, and with his other arm, he shoved it between his legs, palming himself and rolled his hips. 

This time, he came almost immediately, and what Harry saw was a stream of water seeping in his chair and some dripped on the ground. 

His face, his entire body, and his crotch felt like it was about to explode, and Harry had to turn away. He waited a moment before turning off the vibrator, enough so that Snape could ride his orgasm to completion. 

And once he was done, the man looked at him again. 

This time, Harry gave him a smile. 

He hoped the man wouldn’t get mad. 

He didn’t, but he looked away, and Harry didn’t know what to make of that. 

Then, the man shuffled to sit up, though not very successfully. 

After 5 minutes, he seemed to collect himself, and his voice echoed in the classroom. 

“Time’s up. Bring me your product, leave it on the table and you can leave.” His voice was deeper than normal, but there was no noticeable difference, and once more, Harry wanted to fuck him until the man could do nothing but moan and cry, until he could no longer form coherent words. 

It was tempting, and his cock jerked at the thought alone. 

He cancelled the charm on his glasses, and started to pour his potions carefully in a vial. 

Once the whole class was done, Harry checked his own Illusion spell and brought the vial up. The moment he approached the teacher’s table, he tripped and dropped the vial, which instantly shattered onto the floor, along with the content. 

Snape scoffed, and Harry said, unapologetically, “I’m sorry, Professor, let me just get another vial.”

“There’s no need, Potter.” Snape’s illusion looked at him, contempt written clearly on his face, “I could see it from here that your potion is inadequate, and for dirtying the classroom floor, you are to stay behind to clean it up. Then detention.” He said slowly, and there were spikes all over his words. If Harry didn’t just see him moaning and cumming a second earlier, he would have bought the words. 

“Yes, sir.” Harry nodded, and he returned to his seat. 

“Gosh, what a git.” Ron walked to him and mumbled. He looked at Harry’s cauldron and raised an eyebrow, “There was nothing wrong with your potion. It looked exactly like that of Hermione’s.”

Hermione looked at it and nodded, “Maybe we could…”

“No.” Harry said, more hastily than normal, and he begged Hermione to not make a comment about it, “Best not to. He would just start to take points. I’ll just stay and clean a bit. It’s not as if I have never had detention with him.” He said, trying to be calmer than earlier. 

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything and just sighed. Ron looked like he wanted to protest, but Hermione dragged him out. 

Harry stayed back, took Draco’s questioning look and just shrugged. 

He still poured another batch into a different vial, and banished the rest. He cleaned his station methodically, his mind completely elsewhere. 

Once he was done, he walked to the teacher’s table with the new vial, placed it carefully on the table and banished the mess with his wand, which he knew Snape hated. 

The man didn’t make a comment. 

His illusion looked at Harry questioningly, and Harry said, “May I see you?” 

“What are you playing at, Potter?” Snape snarled. 

“I might have something that wouldn’t work unless you and I are magically compatible. In other words, soulmates. And I would like to see you.” Harry murmured. 

“You mocked me!” Snape almost roared, his voice raspy, “You wanted to humiliate me in front of my students. And I swear to Merlin, Potter,...” 

Snape didn’t get to finish his words, because Harry had already waved his wand, cancelling the man and his own Illusion charm. 

There were tears in the man’s eyes, and Harry noticed how it’s different from before. The man was in pain, and he hated being humiliated, ridiculed, and he was about to cry. 

Snape, on the other hand, looked at Harry as if he was a ghost, and his eyes widened at the bulge in Harry’s pants. He seemed to be at a loss for words, and he looked at Harry, angry, embarrassed, and he looked like he was about to run. 

Harry leaned in even more, and he crowded Snape’s whole space. His arms on the armrest of the man’s chair, and his whole body hovered over Snape’s. The man looked stunned, and he blinked, letting a drop of tear roll down his face. 

“Don’t cry.” Harry murmured, swiping the tears away. 

“Get lost!” The man grunted, and batted his hand away, but Harry grabbed that hand instead, bringing it close to his chest. 

Snape looked at him, and at that moment, Harry knew. 

“You want me too.” He said, not exactly having solid evidence to back his statement, but knew it anyway. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. I don’t…” 

Harry interrupted the man again, this time with a kiss, square on his lips and with a violent thrust of his tongue. Turns out, Snape’s… Severus’ foul mouth could not work properly when there were two tongues in it, and Harry tested his theory thoroughly with multiple swipes of his own tongue. 

The man only resisted at first, and the way he was pushing Harry away was not even convincing. Then, he melted against Harry, gasping and moaning quietly. His sound was like music to Harry’s ears, and he drank it gratefully, basked in the wonderful feeling of kissing the person he loved. 

It was Severus who pushed him away to take a breath. His face was painted in a lovely shade of pink, and he was gasping, as if he hadn’t been breathing at all. 

He looked at Harry, and then behind him. 

“Not here.” He said, after a moment, and Harry didn’t need to be told twice. 

He wrapped his hand around the man and lifted him up. 

Severus yelped, and he immediately hugged Harry tightly. His arms and legs wrapped around Harry’s body like a koala, and Harry found it awfully cute.

While his right hand wrapped tightly around Severus’ thin torso, his left was under his bum, which was currently soaked. It should have been a turn off, but there was no smell, and the sensation just reminded him that Severus had come 3 times in a single class. 

He took a deep breath and remembered how Ron had said that the thing could be controlled by magic. 

He reached out, and instantly, there was a firm feeling that he could. So he willed it, and his hand immediately felt a vibration, slightly higher than where he thought the arse normally was. The vibration seemed to come from the man’s perineum. 

Severus screamed silently, and he sobbed into Harry’s shoulder, holding him tight. 

“You are so light.” Harry commented hoarsely, because there was nothing he could say, nothing he could ask. 

Severus didn’t respond, and he kept shaking, his arse rubbing against Harry’s hand, his pelvis rubbing on Harry’s stomach. It was like a harsh test of will power, and Harry quickly walked toward the storage room’s door. 

Once inside, he locked the door and put Severus on the small table against the wall. The man didn’t let him go, and his legs, which were wrapping around Harry’s waist, just loosened slightly. 

Severus was eyeing him warily, though his face was flustered and eyes filled with tears, he could still be very threatening. 

Harry leaned in, kissing his face, slowly taking away his tears. 

“Don’t cry.”

“You are mocking me.” Severus held onto Harry’s shirt tightly, choking slightly on his words as the vibrator inside him was still working, just not as intense as before. 

“I am not. I want you so much, couldn’t you see, Severus?” Harry asked, and he took one of Severus’ hands and pressed it against his cock. 

A wretched moan was torn from the man’s thin lips, and at the moment, they looked utterly delicious. 

“Why?” Severus looked at him, but then his eyes strayed towards Harry’s cock, and Harry chuckled.

“Too many reasons to count. Haven’t you noticed?” Harry murmured, kissing the man’s ears and found out only one second later that it was his erogenous zone. 

“Oh…” Severus whined and tilted his head the other way, silently giving Harry more access, and Harry took it with appreciation, licking and sucking the shell of the man’s ears, melting him even further on the small wooden table. 

He gave it a thought, then his hands slowly came up to undo the man’s button. Severus saw it, and he gave Harry a look before giving up and let Harry do whatever it was that he wanted. 

But that was not enough for Harry, not at all, not by a long shot. 

“Do you want this, Severus?” Harry asked, and he was close enough to see how Severus’ ears reddened, how he shook from hearing Harry’s voice, and how his moan broke into a tiny mewl that went straight to Harry’s cock. 

“Don’t tease.” He trembled and tried to undo Harry’s button as well, which was a much faster process. 

Harry hummed and decided that was the best he could demand from Severus, so he continued with the man’s buttons, which seemed to be endless. 

There were 15, actually, on his coat, and 7 on his shirt. 

Harry counted each and every one of them, and the moment Severus’ pale body was exposed, Harry had to close his eyes for a moment to stop himself from coming. 

He leaned in before Severus’ bitter scoff turned into sour words, kissing and licking into the man’s ears, earning a yelp. 

“So sexy…” He murmured, and that made Severus’ whole body jerked, “So beautiful.” 

“Argh!” The moan that came out of the man was wretched, and Harry chuckled. His hand found Severus’ hard nipple, and he rolled it gently between his fingers. 

“Do you like it when I praise you, Severus?” Harry murmured, licking down along the man’s neck, and the man shook violently under his hands. He arched his body, giving Harry more of him, and his face was buried in Harry’s neck as he tried to suppress his sound. 

“Your voice is perfect. So lovely.” Harry hummed, and he could feel how the man’s hip jerks. 

His voice was broken, and he was shaking. 

“Are you about to come again, Severus? Are you going to come when I praise how beautiful you are, how lovely your voice is? Are you going to come with that vibrator inside you?” Harry nuzzled Severus’ hair, delighted to find how soft it was. 

Severus was sobbing, his body slowly tensing and he was pulling Harry down to him with vicious strength. 

Harry came willingly, of course, and he murmured, 

“Give me your hand, Severus. Just a little. It won’t take much.” He gasped in the man’s neck, and immediately, there was a hand pressing against his rock hard erection, rubbing. 

Harry almost screamed from the sensation, and as he felt his orgasm bursting through his being, he increased the intensity of the toy, then captured Severus’ gasping lips in a searing kiss. 

The man screamed into Harry’s mouth, and Harry drank it greedily, savoured the sound like the finest of wine, and he sucked on the man’s tongue like it was the sweetest nectar. 

And Severus came with a violent shudder. 

There was a stream of liquid seeping through his pants, leaking onto the table, and Harry didn’t care anymore. 

He came as well, spilling inside his pants, against Severus’ elegant hand. 

Once finished, he stopped the vibrator, and they stood there, still holding each other, gasping. 

The moment was so perfect, and Harry basked in it, finally finding his peace. 

He took a deep breath, and he started, “You smell nice.”

“E-enough.” Severus tried to struggle, but he barely had any strength left. 

“No. I don’t think so.” Harry hummed, nibbing Severus’ neck, sucking a fresh kiss mark onto the pale skin. 

“Potter!” Severus tried. 

“My name, Severus.” Harry lowered his voice, scratching the delicate skin with a slight hint of teeth. 

“Get off of me. You got what you wanted. Get off!” Severus tried to struggle again, but Harry was having none of it. 

“Tell me you don’t want this, then.” Harry murmured, trailing his lips along the man’s chin, “Tell me you hate my gut, and do not want to fuck me. Then I’ll leave and never look back.” 

It hurt Harry physically to say it, but he wanted to know. Needed to know. 

Severus parted his lips, and it looked as if he was about to say the words, but after a moment, he couldn’t. 

His lips trembled, and his eyes teared up. 

“I hate you.” He gave Harry an unconvincing glare. 

Same words, but different tone. 

Harry smiled, “Is that so?” 

“I hate you.” He said it again, his voice shook and his face contorted. 

“Oh?” Harry’s hands fell on Severus’ thighs, and the man jolted. 

“Oh!” He gasped, and he glared at Harry again, this time, he looked slightly angry. He took a deep breath, and tried,  “I don’t…”

But Harry shut him up with a kiss. 

“Mnfh!” Severus protested, but Harry grabbed his wrists, pinning him in place and kissed him deeply. 

After one minute or so, he let go, and he looked at Severus, smiling, “Yes?” 

“I don’t…” Severus said, only to be shut up again, and this time, Harry kissed him even longer, swiping his tongue across every nook and cranny of Severus’ mouth, discovering his sensitive spots, and made him shake all over. 

Once he left, he looked at Severus’ dazed eyes, “Anything you wish to tell me?” 

Severus was gasping, and Harry chuckled. Then, he let his hand fall between Severus’ legs, then he palmed the man’s groin and froze when he found nothing. 

He blinked, and tried again. Severus sobbed at Harry’s movement, and his face was in a deep shade of crimson. 

It wasn’t that the man was not getting hard. 

There was no cock at all. 

“Severus?” Harry blinked, astonished. 

“Laugh all you want.” Severus grunted, and the tears that Harry tried so hard to swipe away returned. 

The sight twisted Harry’s gut painfully, and he leaned in, kissing the corner of Severus’ eyes, “What should I laugh at?” Then, he grinded his palm,

“Ahhhhh…” Severus arched his body, and he shook as his pelvis rubbed against Harry’s hand. 

He looked positively ecstatic, and Harry took in the sight greedily. 

“I saw you do this earlier…” Harry murmured, and Severus’ eyes widened, “It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” 

And he palmed the spot again, and again, until Severus could no longer protest. 

“May I take your clothes off?” 

Severus bit his lips, but as Harry gave him pecks all over his face, he nodded. 

Harry hummed, and he took the man’s pants off, as carefully as unwrapping a present. 

Once he pulled the soaked fabric off, the sight in front of him hit him square in the stomach, and Harry his cock swelled so fast he was dizzy. 

In front of him, spreaded open was Severus Snape’s swollen clit, glistened by his own precum. Below it, where there should be his perineum, was a slit, and Harry could see the man’s fold, red and soaked. He also saw the base of the plug that was inside the man. It was round, and it snuggled against the man’s hole, moving slightly as the muscles contracted. 

There were so many questions, and Harry didn’t know where to start. He looked at Severus, who was biting his lips so hard it turned white. His face was drained of colour, and he looked like he was fighting himself so that he wouldn’t cover himself up. 

Harry looked at the proud man in front of him, and though lovely, suddenly, he looked so small and vulnerable. 

“Are you alright?” Harry walked closer, and he carefully embraced Severus. 

“Laugh. Go on.” Severus said, and Harry’s heart ached at the bitterness. 

“Why would I?” Harry asked, and he sighed while kissing Severus’ hair. 

“You are so full of surprise.” Severus scoffed sourly. 

“You are beautiful.” Harry murmured. 

“Don’t mock me!” Severus tried to push Harry away, but Harry held him tightly. 

“Shall I show you then?” He said quickly, “Shall I show you how much I want you, how much you are affecting me?”

“You are full of lies.” Severus said, his voice trembled. 

“I am not. Not to you.” Harry looked at the man straight in the eyes, and he slowly got on his knee. 

Severus looked at him, eyes wide and shocked, “No, Harry, get up.” He said immediately, and he grabbed Harry’s arms. 

Harry chuckled, and before Severus could protest, he leaned in to lick firmly on the engorged clit, and Severus almost fell off the table, screaming. 

Harry immediately grabbed the man’s small waist, then he looked up to find frightened eyes looking at him. He hummed, and he licked it again, just to show Severus that the first time was not a fluke, that he wanted to put his mouth there. 

“Oh Merlin!” Severus gasped, “Please… P-Please... No one has ever... Oh god... Please...” He arched his back, frantically and desperately trying to push himself into Harry's mouth. Harry's groined burned at Severus' reactions and his words. He hummed, and this time, he suck on it, hard. 

"Am I the first to lick your lovely clit, Severus?" Harry rasped, then repeated the action.

The sound that came from Severus was wretched, and it bordered on a pained scream. If there wasn’t a stream of clear liquid spurting on his chin, Harry would have thought that he had hurted the man. 

But no, Severus was shaking in pleasure, and he was squirting as his body jerked into Harry’ hold. 

Harry took it as a sign that the man was enjoying this, and he touched the base of the plug, slowly but surely pulling it out. 

Severus cried out at the sensation, and he heaved frantically as he slid his hands into Harry’s hair, tugging. 

Harry rolled his tongue on the small, pulsating bud, and Severus’ whole body jerked as his vagina contracted and pushed the plug out. 

Harry could see now that it was in the shape of a droplet, and he threw it on the floor, replacing it with 2 of his fingers. 

“Ah!” Severus’ thigh tensed, and his inner wall clenched on Harry’s fingers. It was wet and tight, and it felt so soft to the touch. 

Harry swiped his fingers against the flesh, and Severus reacted beautifully. His moan was weak, but with no less enthusiasm than before. 

“H-Harry…” He panted, trying to find Harry’s eyes and failed due to the tears blurring his vision. 

Harry hummed in response and started to kiss the man’s clit, causing him to inhale sharply, before slowly moving down. Before Severus could even so much as twitch his finger, Harry dived in, and he licked a long stripe from the man’s twitching vagina toward his clit, eliciting a sound so filled with bliss that Harry could almost taste it on his tongue. 

He did it again, and again, and soon, the man’s inner wall rippled around his finger, and he came once more, this time, with nothing coming out. It lasted, long enough that Harry could take in every detail of his face, the way his muscles contracted and relaxed under his pinkish skin. 

Harry moved his fingers slowly, allowing Severus to ride his orgasm, then, once the man slowly came down, Harry took the swollen and erected bud in his mouth again, curious of how Severus might react. 

The man’s thigh tensed and squeezed Harry’s head painfully. His whole body arched impossibly, and the shriek that he made was too high to be related to his normal deep and velvet tone. 

Harry sucked on it, only once, then he let go. 

And Severus fell back on the table with a heavy thud, and he breathed as if suffocated for hours. 

Harry pulled the man up, and Severus was like a ragged doll, leaning on Harry’s shoulder and allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Harry soothed the man quietly, and after a long moment, he asked. 

“Has your body always been like this?” 

There was a slight movement, and then, a very weak and tired voice, “P…otion…”

“Are you tired? Would you like to sleep for a while?” Harry nodded and asked softly. 

“Naked, with you? Not likely.” Though weak, Harry could still hear the scoff in the man’s voice. 

“Still don’t trust me?” Harry lowered his voice, and Severus went rigid in his hold. 

“Your statement… is really hard to believe.”

“Well, you just have to. And if you don’t, I’ll just show you more.” Harry chuckled, “Do you want that, then?”

A long silence, then, there was a soft nuzz on his neck. 

“That… might be acceptable.”

“Alright, then.” Harry hummed, “Is this your preferred genital?” Harry asked, suddenly, and Severus responded with a scoff. 

“I was born with a cock, mister Potter, and I am in your arms, what do you think?” He asked. 

“You are making it very hard for me to think.” Harry replied honestly. 

“You are ridiculous.” Severus groaned, “No. I don’t have a preferred one. I just… went with what felt right at the given moment.”

Harry nodded, he understood the feeling. 

“And why did you think I would laugh?” 

Another stretched silence, and then, Severus sighed, “Once, during my school years, your father touched me, by accident, entirely, but that’s when I was having… this. Then,...” 

The rest was left unsaid, but Harry understood anyway, and he sighed, holding Severus tightly. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No need. I cursed him for it already.” Severus said, his voice indifferent, but Harry could tell how much of a humiliation it was for the man if he was still haunted by it until now. 

“Earlier, did you come 3 times?” Harry asked, trying to distract Severus, and the man immediately went rigid. 

He grunted, then bit into Harry’s shoulder. Harry hissed, but he didn’t push the man away. 

“Whose fault is that?” Severus asked, “What kind of maniac does that? What would you do if my Illusion charm broke?”

“It won’t. Your power is unmatched, and your control is better than anyone I know.” Harry chuckled.

There was a soft grunt as Severus tried and failed to resist the praise, then he mumbled, “Apparently not enough.”

“So, did you squirt?” Harry murmured, his voice suggestive.

“Shut up.” Severus bit out the words, and Harry knew that if he pressed, he would be dead in a second. 

“So, what are we, now?” He tried. 

No answer came, and Harry sighed, “Tell me what you want, not what your reason is telling you.” 

“Lovers.” Severus mumbled, his voice barely audible. 

“How long have you wanted me?” Harry asked, petting the man’s hair softly, and he instantly melted against Harry’s hold. 

“6 months.” Severus said. 

“So specific. As expected of you.” Harry chuckled, then he thought about something and couldn’t help but ask, “Severus, did you drop your controller in the hallway by accident?” 

Severus tensed at that, “What do you think, Potter? That I purposefully put it there, hoping that someone would pick it up and for that someone to be my soulmate?”

“Alright, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” Harry kissed Severus’ hair, calming the man’s temper. “How did you get the thing, by the way? It’s not on the market yet?”

“The magic on it was my invention. I didn’t know what it was used for, just its purpose. And Weasley paid well.” Severus rolled his eyes. 

“So… he sent you a prototype, and you decided to wear it to class?”

“ Shut up, Potter. You are asking too many questions.” Severus grumbled. 

“Ah yes, of course.” Harry grinned, then he thought about it and said, “I want us to be lovers too. I have been obsessed with you since the moment I saw you looking out the window at St.Mungo, smiling at a small blue bird.” He kissed Severus’ reddened ears, “I have been in love with you…” He casted a Tempus charm, “... for an hour.”

At that, Severus scoffed. 

“But yes, I have dreamt of you and woke up hard more times than I care to count. And I love you with a vagina, just as much as you with a cock.”

“You haven’t seen me with a cock.” Severus said dryly. 

“Will I be able to? In the future?” Harry asked. 

“We’ll see. This table is getting cold, Potter.” Severus said, and Harry noticed how the man was naked and was sitting on a wet desk.

“Let me help you get dressed then.” Harry said. 

“Why?” Severus looked at Harry as if he had just said something stupid. 

Harry blinked, and Severus leaned back, wrapping his legs around his waist, pulling him in, “All that work to loosen me up and you are not going to do anything about it?” 

“But… you must be sensitive.” Harry said. 

Severus raised an eyebrow, “And did you think that when you made me come multiple times earlier?” 

Harry chuckled nervously, and Severus groaned, “I’ll be fine. It’s just… you’ll have to go slow. I presume that you have done this before?” 

Harry nodded, “A few times, yes.” He leaned in, kissing Severus’ thin lips, “You like it slow?” 

“... I… wouldn’t know that.” Severus frowned. 

Harry froze, and Severus immediately said, “I know what I am doing, Potter. If you treat me like a maiden because I somehow lack experience in this, I’ll… Mnff!” 

Harry pushed Severus against the wall, and when he fumbled with the flies of his pants, he kissed Severus hungrily, sucking and licking like a hungry man in the cramped space. 

His heart fluttered comfortably, and his lungs expanded as Severus moaned softly against him. 

“In…” Severus gasped and tried to speak, “In me…”

“Tell me if it hurts.” Harry said hurriedly and kissed the man again. 

Severus clung onto Harry’s shirt, and when the head of Harry’s cock touched the man’s entrance, the sweetest moan rolled on Harry’s tongue and stirred his stomach into a mess. 

He shuddered, and felt like he could come again just from that. 

Severus felt so wet and loose, and Harry’s cock slid in smoothly. Once the head was in, Severus’ entire body shook, and he clenched down on Harry tightly, almost making him come. 

“Alright?” Harry asked. 

Severus looked up and glared at Harry, “Why on Earth do you need to be so big?” 

Then, to Severus’ utter horror, Harry’s cock swelled  as the words sent electricity straight to his groin. 

He groaned, and Severus scratched his back painfully. 

“W-why?” He sobbed, and Harry had to contemplate his entire existence so as not to come right then and there. 

“Shut up.” He hissed, and then, as an afterthought, he added, “Please…”

Severus scratched him again, and it didn’t help at all, so Harry had to think of something else, but it was hard to, when Severus’ tight vagina was clutching on him and twitching so exquisitely. 

Harry gasped as he opened his eyes and saw Severus clenching his muscles, making his swollen clit twitch. 

And Harry lost it. 

“Fuck!” He cursed, and he pressed down on Severus’ lower stomach, making the man yelp, and he thrusted. 

Severus’ mouth slacked as he screamed silently. 

Harry was in so deep, and the feeling of having Severus’ body surround him whole was addicting. It consumed him, and it felt like his whole world was being shattered then re-built anew. 

He jutted his hips, and Severus gasped, almost painfully, so Harry had to stop. 

“What’s… what’s wrong?” His voice was shaking so bad, and Harry didn’t really know if he was able to pull out, once he was in this deep and so close to coming. 

Severus was trying too hard to calm himself enough for speech, but he didn’t seem to be succeeding. 

“That…” He looked at Harry, almost scared, “That spot…” 

“Which one?” Harry asked breathlessly, and he pushed inside again, this time, he noticed hitting something slightly hard, and he grinded on it. 

Severus tossed his head back, his fingers dug into Harry’s flesh painfully, and his whole body convulsed violently. 

Harry inhaled sharply, and he knew he didn’t need much. He slid out, not much, just half an inch, before slamming in again, this time hitting that spot deep inside of Severus, making the man incoherent. Before Harry knew it, his orgasm approached as well, and his filter evaporated as he whispered filth into Severus’ ears. 

“Are you feeling good, Severus? Here, deep inside you?” Harry pressed on the man’s stomach harder, and Severus shook, no longer being able to make a sound, “What is it?” Harry grinded on the spot, and then he chuckled, “Is it your uterus, Severus?” 

The words alone made the man clenched down on him, and Harry knew that Severus was coming as well. 

He thrusted faster, not drawing back a lot. 

“So not only do you have a pussy, you can have an uterus as well?” Harry jammed his cock deep inside, and Severus cried out in both pain and pleasure, sobbing. 

And Harry had never seen the man so broken, so open and lovely. 

He sighed, and he jutted his hips, this time pressing tightly against that spot, not leaving Severus a single chance to breathe. 

“Are you going to carry my child if I shoot inside, Severus? Are you going to be filled with my semen? Will you take it, love?” Harry asked, and he succumbed to his desire. 

He didn’t know what tipped Severus over, but as he came this time, he squirted on Harry’s stomach, gushing streams of liquid, drenched Harry in his juice. 

Harry gasped and his orgasm shook him to the core as well. It was pure bliss, and Harry’s world blurred at the edge as he spilled inside Severus. 

Severus sobbed as he came down from his orgasm, body still jerked and twitching as the sensation clung to him. 

Then, when Harry was about to slide out of him, Severus froze and tears started to roll down his cheek. 

“No.” He sobbed, and covered Harry’s eyes frantically, “No, please…”

Harry’s heart thumped wildly in his chest, and he could feel Severus’ body pushing him out, the passage closed off. 

He knew what was happening, and for some reason, Severus didn’t want him to see it. 

“It’s alright.” He said. 

“It’s not… Hideous. No. Please.” Severus’s force on Harry’s eyes was painful, and Harry hummed. 

His hand, which was on Severus’s stomach, slid down. 

Severus jerked, and he sobbed as Harry touched his growing clit. 

Harry’s mouth salivated, and he wished to lean down to take Severus’ cock in his mouth, but the man was keeping him fixed in place. 

Harry sighed, and then he started to cover the man’s growing cock head, and he started to rub. 

“Ah!” Severus cried out, and his hands abandoned Harry’s eyes to clutched on his shoulders for support. “Harry!” 

“You are lovely. And will say it as many times as it takes for you to trust me.” Harry murmured, and Severus finally looked at him, his eyes wide and vulnerable. 

Harry gave him a smile, and he leaned down. 

Severus’ cock swelled in Harry’s mouth, and Harry moaned at the taste, savouring it as if it was his first meal in days, and the cock in his mouth pulsated before spilling cum on Harry’s tongue. 

It wasn’t dense, but the total opposite, and Harry drank all of them. 

Once he was done, Severus had already fainted. 

Harry looked at the man and nodded. 

Yes, he was beautiful with his cock as well. 

He chuckled, and pulled Severus into his arms. 

***

When Severus came to, Harry was holding him, sitting on the ground of the storage room. The young man was fiddling with his fingers. Severus hummed, and Harry immediately stopped. 

“Are you awake? Are you in pain anywhere? Do you want something to drink? How about dinner?” He asked in a continuous string, and Severus' head throbbed painfully. 

“Shut up, Potter.” He grunted, and then instinctively, he nuzzled the young man’s neck before snapping to reality and sat upright, whining instantly for his dying back. 

“Come back. You are fine.” Harry chuckled, pulling Severus back to him. 

“Do you know what you have done?” Severus huffed. 

“Yes. I fucked you, and you liked it to the point of fainting.” Harry grinned. 

Severus gritted his teeth, “I am your professor, Potter!” 

“You want me.” Harry said, “And I am of age.” 

“Doesn’t change the fact that I am your professor.” Severus grunted. 

“Should I let you go, then?” Harry frowned. 

“You should.” Severus nodded. 

“Oh, is that so?” Harry hummed and pulled Severus even closer, resting his cheek against the top of Severus’ head.

“Potter!” 

“Am I Potter now? Why not Harry?” Harry asked. 

“Are you that much of a dunderhead?” Severus snarled, but his hoarse voice was not very convincing. 

“Mn. Whichever gets me back inside your pants.” Harry kissed Severus’ cheek, and the man blushed, all the while looking angry as if about to explode from stress. 

“Harry Potter!” Severus tried to struggle, but he was still weak, and Harry had gained enough muscles over the years. Once Severus knew he couldn't use physical strength, his mind turned to curses and hexes, and Harry could sense the man's thought from a mile away. 

“Alright, alright. One more minute, then I’ll let you go.” Harry hummed, taking a step back.

“One?” Severus frowned, looking at Harry suspiciously.

“One.” Harry nodded solemnly. 

And Severus grunted, but accepted it anyway. 

As far as fact was concerned, one minute somehow turned into minutes, then hours, days, months, years…

By the time Harry was 32 and Severus 51, as they were holding each other in bed, Severus was still grumpy and sour about it. 

“I’m your Professor, you know.” He sank his teeth into Harry’s flesh, biting Harry hard. 

And Harry laughed brightly. 

“Yes, now let me eat your cunt, my love.”

“Fuck! Harry!” Severus hissed, and as he put his legs on Harry’s shoulders, he quietly kicked the young man. 

Harry’s mouth was too busy to complain. 

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