Pairing: Harry/Severus
Word count: 770
Beta : Jadzia7667

Written for the Man-Bit Euphemism Challenge at fcukficathons, with a prompt of : One-Eyed Horny Newt.

“Severus, are you almost done with that blasted potion?”

Severus ignored Harry as the younger man paced back and forth in the workroom. He was not about to let Harry’s impatience ruin it at this late stage.

Harry was beginning to go past annoyance to outright anger. Why the hell had Severus even wanted him here if he wasn’t going to bloody well talk to him? Much as he loved Severus, the man was oblivious to everything except his potions when he was in this room.

Normally, Harry would be occupied with something else, but this morning Severus had asked him specifically to join him in the workroom at 2:00. It was now 3:00, and Harry was itching to do something.

It didn’t help that Severus was working in just his shirt and trousers today, the sleeves rolled up to expose his wrists. Harry wasn’t quite sure why it was that simply seeing Severus’ wrists or ankles could make him instantly hard. Maybe it was just knowing that he was the only person Severus ever allowed to see him less than fully clothed.

He shifted yet again, resisting the urge to slide his hand into his pants or to rub up against Severus. Two minutes, maybe less, was all he needed, and then he could focus on something other than his throbbing cock.

Finally, Severus turned and acknowledged him.

“One final ingredient and the potion will be done.”

“Why did you ask me to be here if you didn’t need me?”

“I need you for the final ingredient, of course. Fresh essence of one-eyed horny newt. Now, if you please.”

Harry looked at him in confusion. “Ah, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that, Severus. Horned Lizard, yes, and spotted newts, but not any one-eyed varieties. Did you need me to go get it somewhere?”

Severus smiled at him, amazed at Harry’s innocence. How he could have made it through seven years in a dormitory and still be so ingenuous, Severus wasn’t sure.

He walked up to Harry and pressed his hand over the obvious erection straining against Harry’s jeans. His hand slowly slid up and down as he whispered into Harry’s ear.

“I have need of this particular one-eyed horny newt, and soon.”

He retrieved a flask from the table and handed it to Harry.

“Wait a minute. You want me to come for you – in a flask – and then you want to use it in a potion?”

Severus grinned at him. “Precisely.”

“Why can’t you use your own?”

“It needs to be yours. I could tell you that I would rather not attend to the potion while tossing off. Or I could point out that you’re much quicker off the mark than I am. But the truth is that I need your distinct essence.”

Harry started undoing his jeans. “Fine, fine. But I’m only quick off the mark because you taunt me with that tight arse of yours and then make me wait. You’ll be helping me out here, won’t you?”

Severus stepped back to the bench. “I’m afraid not. I need to stir this.”

Harry pushed his jeans down a bit and took his cock in his hand. He watched Severus as he pulled and stroked, noting how Severus trembled as he rubbed his thumb over the damp head of his cock. He thought of how just last night Severus had taken him deep into his mouth, one finger teasing his arse even as he was engulfed in heat.

He barely managed to move the flask into place as he came, coating the inside with pulse after pulse. Severus didn’t wait for Harry to finish, but ripped the flask out of his hand and upended it over the cauldron. Ten fat drops, eight slow counter-clockwise stirs, a whispered spell, and then Severus was falling to his knees in front of Harry and licking him clean.

Harry’s hand was given the same attention, each finger cleaned of its pearlescent coating.

Harry laughed softly. “I swear I’ll never be able to hear the word newt again without thinking of this.”

“And that would be a problem?”

“Right, I guess not. Hey, you didn’t tell me why you wanted my, how did you phrase it, essence, did you?”

Severus looked up at Harry, smiling his secret smile, the one that was reserved purely for Harry.

“It’s a fertility potion, of course.”