Summary: Despite Harry's obvious advances, Severus is still twenty years his senior. Can they get away with a relationship? SS/HP

Warnings: Rated M for graphic male/male sex and sex with a minor. Mentions of self-mutilation and past Harry/Ron (neither are described in any detail).

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me and I am making no money.

Vaguely Important Information: This story takes place during Harry's fourth year. There are spoilers through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to be safe. Voldemort is not back yet, so it's pretty canon, but he is a fairly big threat considering he's a non-entity at the time, perhaps a bit more than canon. Harry's fourth year can basically happen as it did in the books because this story kind of lies underneath the characters' daily lives.

Author's Note: This story is completely written, so I will try to post one part each week. I really tried to improve my writing through this fan fiction, so I hope it shows when compared to my previous ones. I really appreciate constructive criticism. As I said, this takes place during Harry's fourth year. I wanted him to be young enough that their relationship was pretty risqué, but not so young that it was unrealistic. I hope this isn't too explicit for fanfiction dot net, but if it is, it's posted to my livejournal as well, which is my homepage. The url is http colon slash slash equipoised dot livejournal dot com slash. This story is also posted on adult fan fiction dot net. The url is http colon slash slash hp dot adultfanfiction dot net slash story dot php?no=600025832. I really hope you enjoy this, and I will try to get each chapter up within a week of each other.

Always and Forever Part I

"Professor Snape? I was wondering if I could have a word," said Hermione Granger, the brown-haired witch ignoring her exiting classmates.

It was the end of yet another Potions class early in the semester of her fourth year at Hogwarts, and despite the warm September weather, the classroom down in the dungeons of the castle was cold and dank. The torches hung on the stone walls tossed yellow-orange light about the emptying room, illuminating Severus's exasperated expression.

"Miss Granger, you cannot retake the test! You scored 98 percent―"

"That's not what this is about," she interrupted.

"Oh?" he said curtly, "Then what do you want?"

"I―," She looked around nervously, "I-I need to-to talk to you about-about―"

"For Merlin's sake, spit it out! I haven't got all day!" Severus shouted impatiently.

"I need to talk to you about Harry!" she said, concern shining in her brown eyes.

"I have no time for your teenage infatuations," he snapped, standing from his place at his desk.

"But Sir! This doesn't have anything to do with me," she protested.

"Then why, pray tell, do you need to talk about it?" said Severus, crossing his arms.

"B-Because it has to do with you and Harry," she said nervously.

"Mr. Potter is, as you know, the bane of my existence. What else is there to discuss?" he drawled.

"That's the thing..." Hermione said slowly. "He doesn't hate you as much as you think."

Snape narrowed his eyes.

Hermione shifted and stared at her feet. "I'm not supposed to tell you this... He'll be awfully mad, but I really think it's for the best... Harry has been rather... preoccupied with thoughts of you as of late. Romantic thoughts, that is." she finished, flinching in preparation for his reaction.

Surprisingly, Severus merely rolled his eyes. "Very funny Granger, but I need to prepare for my next class so if you don't mind―"

"But Professor, I'm serious! Harry confided in me a couple days ago! I wouldn't have told you but..." She sighed. "It's just that he's been so depressed lately and I thought that if maybe you could―"

"Miss Granger, I have had enough of this nonsense! Five points for wasting my time. Now get out!" he shouted, fed up.

"Fine, I'll go! But just watch him! You know as well as I do that he's crap at hiding how he feels. Pay any attention to him and you'll see I'm telling the truth!" she shouted. And with that, she turned and stormed out of the classroom.

Severus sat down at his desk and placed his head in his hands. This was only his first class of the day.

Later that day, Severus sat at the staff table observing his lunch, deep in thought. For some reason, he hadn't been able to get the discussion with Granger that morning out of his head.

That girl doesn't know what she's talking about. Potter? Infatuated with me? She has to be wrong. There is no way she is telling the truth...

The only thing troubling him was that Granger was usually right—not that he would ever admit to thinking that aloud, but it was true. There were few things she was unsure of, and being a Gryffindor, she would never lie about something like that... but there was no way that it was true.

But what did she say... Watch him? What is he doing now?

Severus lifted his gaze to the Gryffindor table and narrowed his eyes in confusion. Potter was looking at him―and with an almost longing expression on his face. Their eyes caught for a moment causing Harry to promptly blush and look away. Maybe Granger really had something—he had been improving slightly in his class, though he was still mediocre at best...

Severus decided to watch him more closely.

Weeks past, and Severus was now almost positive that Potter liked him—romantically. He was always staring at him, blushing whenever caught. It was also becoming exceedingly difficult for Severus to find punishments now that the rambunctious Gryffindor had proven himself competent. Potter seemed to become much more upset with his usual treatment than he'd ever displayed in the past. The mere notion was so ridiculous, however, that he couldn't help but assume that this was all just an elaborate prank.

He sat down on the plush, burgundy sofa in front of the flickering fire of his personal chambers and rested his head in his hands.

What is this boy doing to me? Why am I so curious?

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed, yet he just couldn't leave it alone! He found himself wondering what Potter was doing now. It was late—he should be in bed. However, Potter had never been one to abide by the curfew; Severus decided to cast a locater charm to satisfy his curiosity.

He wasn't surprised that Potter was out of bed, but what did surprise him was his location: in his Potions classroom! What in the name of Merlin would he be doing there?

Stealing ingredients most likely.

Well, it wasn't as if he was going to sit about allowing Potter to do whatever he liked, so Severus rose from his seat and started toward his classroom. However, upon arrival he found the room to be just as he left it: empty.

He cast a locater charm again to find that Potter was now in the storage closet―so he was stealing ingredients.

He strode quietly to the closet door, curious as to what Potter was hoping to get away with this time... Whispering a soft silencio upon the door's hinges, he cracked open the door just wide enough so he could see if Potter was, in fact, actually there. Severus could barely see through the small crack, but could at least tell he was in his closet and he wasn't facing the door―at least not directly. He opened it a few inches wider, but then turned away quickly, pressing his back firmly against the wall by the door.

He... H-He couldn't be... There was no way in Hell that... that... no... He couldn't...

But there was no denying it: Harry fucking Potter was masturbating in HIS ingredients closet!

At first, he was going to burst in on him, therefore catching him "in the act," but something made him falter. His conscious mind told him it would be better if Potter walked out of his own accord, only to meet him standing there looking more furious than a Hungarian Horntail, but subconsciously... well, he'd deal with that later. After taking a few deep breaths, he leaned over and peered through the doorway once again.

Harry was leaning against the shelves on the left, so Severus had a perfect profile of the flushed Boy-who-lived. His muggle jeans, (that always seemed way too big to Severus,) were pooled around his ankles. His boxers clung to his knees and his jumper was discarded, lying nearby. The white dress shirt and tie were undone―hanging loosely on his shoulders.

Severus was mesmerized by his hand, stroking up and down, the other teasing a nipple. His delicate-looking fingers traced patterns up and down his tanned chest, softly, slowly. Severus wondered whether those hands would be soft, as they appeared to be, or if they were calloused from Quidditch. His pace increased slightly, and he brought his free hand up to his mouth and began sucking on two of his fingers. Severus' strained to keep his face emotionless, but was slowly becoming flushed as he watched his pupil pleasure himself, his breathing increasing as well.

After a few moments, Harry ran his now soaking-wet fingers down his chest, making soft mewling sounds as they went down, down, down.

Severus silenced a gasp as Harry trailed his fingers around to his back and started teasing his entrance.

Well, Granger did imply that he was gay...

Harry arched his back as he inserted a finger, slowly sliding it in and out, before adding a second. Moaning, he rocked back and forth on his fingers, his other hand pumping his cock in rhythm. He was panting and gasping and Severus could tell he was close.

Suddenly Harry arched his back, threw back his head, and came, crying out "Oh Severus!" before slumping to the floor in a flushed, sweaty heap.

Severus staggered back from the door, stunned.

D-Did… Did Potter just... Oh god...

He ran back into his rooms. So what if he said he wanted to catch him? There was no way he could... No, not after that. He paced back and forth across his sitting room. He had to admit that the know-it-all Granger was right, but her telling him and seeing... well, those were two completely different things. There was no way Potter could have faked that.

He sat down and rested his head in his hands.

Oh god. That.

He stood up and started pacing again. He needed scotch.

No—he had a first year Hufflepuff class first thing in the morning. There was no way he could handle a hangover on top of that. He just needed to take a shower and get some sleep... Yes, shower and sleep.

He turned and walked to his bedroom and through to the bathroom. Sighing, he turned on the water, checking the temperature, before stepping away to disrobe. Looking down at his long, black robes, he was thankful he knew an un-buttoning spell: undoing all those buttons would take forever. He folded his clothing neatly on the counter before stepping under the hot stream of water. His back to the showerhead, he tilted his head back so the water hit his hairline, pouring down and completely drenching his jet-black hair. He sighed and looked down at his body. Severus admitted to getting out of shape when Potter "killed" He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—

Merlin... Potter...

Shaking his head he returned to his previous train of thought.

He had been out of shape, but now that he was working again, Severus was more fit. His stomach was toned―though you couldn't see his abdominal muscles.

Unlike Potter, on who you could see all of them, clearly defined... Gah!

Forcing his thoughts away from the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Torment-Him once again, he grimaced at the number of scars strewn across his body. Of course, he was glad to have escaped with these—he could easily be in a much worse condition. He lathered up the soap and ran it over his pale skin. He had always been pale, even when he was a teen (he never tanned, only burned). Not like Potter—he was really tan.

This time, he didn't manage to get Harry Potter out of his head. The image of his bronzed chest and tousled mop of dark hair was stuck in his head. He could not help but let his mind drift to what he had just witnessed, just as he could not help but let his hand drift lower and lower down his abdomen. The sexy smirk on the face as he trumped his house's Quidditch team, the defiant look in his eyes that angered him, drove him mad... Harry's soft hands stroking his reddened prick, his firm, round ass, and the look of ecstasy on his flushed face as he came... And it was all for him...

Severus Snape's dignity and self respect circled the drain before slowly dripping down, along with the semen and soap lather. With nothing left but guilt and self-loathing, he slumped to the tiled floor, head bowed in shame.

"Mr. Potter, I believe your behavior deserves a detention. You will be serving it by cleaning out cauldrons. Be here promptly after dinner. You are dismissed."

Harry looked absolutely horrified as he left, Severus thought. He had spent most of the day pondering as to what should be done about last night's... occurrence, as well as blocking out what he had done following it. He decided what had happened had nothing to do with his true feelings, and that it was merely due to sexual frustration that had built up over the years. It wasn't as if it was easy to "get any" when you were surrounded by students nine months out of the year. As far as Harry Potter went, he decided to "nip it in the bud" so to speak. This infatuation could not continue. Not that he even wanted it to—it was against school regulations.

And he's a good-for-nothing ponce...

Although, he had been trying a little harder as of late—even his Quidditch ability had improved, he had heard.

That must have been why his stomach was so muscular.

He hit his head on his desk.

I was not just contemplating the flatness of Potter's stomach. It doesn't matter how flat it is...

That evening, when a knock came at his door, he said in his most foreboding voice, "Enter."

Harry shuffled in, looking quite frightened.

As he should be...

"You will be washing cauldrons without magic. Everything you need is out, when you finish you may leave." he said, careful not to raise his gaze from the essays he was grading.

Potter looked slightly relieved as he started his work. Little did he know that Severus had every intention to bring up what he witnessed the night before. He had played with the idea of telling him right off the bat, but making him do the detention first was much more satisfying.

Consequently, he hadn't decided how exactly he was going to bring up the subject, but he was the Head of Slytherin for Merlin's sake! It would be quite an event if he couldn't manage to slip it into the conversation. Additionally, this was Potter he was dealing with. It was very likely he'd slip up and say something as well.

It took Harry almost four hours to finish, and Severus was becoming a little uneasy. Not that he would ever let anyone be able to tell, but he was nervous nevertheless.

"I'm finished, Sir." Harry said, his voice showing he was much more nervous than his teacher. It almost cracked.

"It took you long enough," Severus replied. "Put away the supplies and you may go," he finished.

"Um, Sir?" Harry asked quietly.

"What?" said Severus, purposefully avoiding Harry's gaze.

"Where do they go?"


He caught Harry's eyes and stared at him intensely. "They belong in the ingredients closet." he said slowly, "I believe you are... familiar with the place."

Harry's face paled to a stark white. "You didn't—" he said slowly.

Severus narrowed his eyes, using one of his most intimidating glares. "Unfortunately, Mr. Potter, I did."

Harry started to look panicked, and seemed to be losing his balance, Severus thought. "D-Did-Did you—You didn't..."

"I. Saw. Everything."

"Oh God," Harry said, his voice wavering. His whole frame appeared to be trembling.


"Mister Potter, I'm not sure how this infatuation began, but you will put a stop to it. Now." he said threateningly.

As Severus watched Harry, he noticed that him contemplating something.

"Sir?" he asked softly.

Uh oh...

"S-So-So you... don't..."

"Don't what, Potter?"

"You don't—don't feel the same way, do you? Well, it's not allowed, is it?" he finally managed.

Severus was shocked.

How am I supposed to answer that?

"Of course it's not allowed! What kind of a school do you think this is?" he shouted, standing from his seat at his desk. "You're fourteen! I'm the same age as your father for Merlin's sake!" he added, ignoring the fact that he didn't answer the first part of the boy's question.

Potter looked devastated. "Yeah, I figured. I-I just thought… thought that… that maybe..." he said quietly. He looked as though he was about to cry.

He was quiet for a long moment, but still had that contemplative expression.

What was he trying to figure out now?

He took a deep breath, "Could… could I ask for one thing?" he asked quietly.

Severus rolled his eyes, but truthfully he was rather curious. "What?"

"C-could I... kiss you? Just once? Please?"


Severus felt the blood rush to his face.

Kiss him? Kiss him? How should I respond to that?

For some reason, a resounding 'No!' didn't immediately enter his mind. What if he did kiss him?

Perhaps it would end Potter's recent lack of restraint...

"I-I promise I'll leave you alone. I-I―"

Well, if it would end this thing...

"If it will squash your ridiculous illusion of whatever this is, I suppose a kiss is not too much to ask." he said slowly.

Harry's eyes went wide before nervously biting his lip. He walked around his professor's desk, coming to a stop before him. Slowly moving closer and closer, he looked unsure, but that didn't stop him from pressing his lips against his professor's.

Severus felt a hand move to his face, but stubbornly kept his own at his sides. Suddenly, Harry opened his mouth and gently licked his lips, desperately asking for entrance.

The action was so humble, and so pleading, Severus complied.

It's only one kiss after all.

Harry began stroking and lapping at his tongue, before drawing him into his own mouth and sucking gently. The boy moaned softly and pressed his body flush against Severus's.

Severus himself was having a hard time keeping his head straight―he was getting a little turned on.

All of a sudden, Harry pressed his hips forwards slightly, his stomach brushing Severus's arousal.

That can't be good...

Harry pulled away from the kiss and looked up at Severus in astonishment.

Severus opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off once again in a ferocious kiss. Harry pulled himself closer, rocking his hips against him, and making soft mewling sounds against Severus's mouth.

Merlin, those sounds are so sexy... He feels so good against me... No! What am I doing? I can't do this!

Severus pushed Harry away from him, the boy flushed and panting.

"Goodnight, Mister Potter," he managed.

Harry gave a sad smile before leaving the classroom, the door shutting softly behind him.

Severus took a few deep breaths and entered his private rooms, taking a seat in front of the hearth. Screw tomorrow, he needed alcohol. Summoning the amber-filled bottle and a glass, he poured a generous amount into the crystal cup and sipped it slowly, relaxing a bit.

A kiss with Harry Potter should not have been that good.

The next morning Severus sat at the staff table in the Great Hall, trying to decide if his hangover was worth the relaxation after last night. It was... but it was a close call—he always got the worst hangovers. He would have just made a potion for it, but he was too hung over. It only stayed good for a couple hours anyway.

Speaking of last night, what the bloody hell was he thinking? Letting the Potter boy kiss him... and then enjoying it... nothing good could come of this.

He glanced over to the Potter boy in question, and found him to be acting rather... odd. Well, he was actually acting normal—talking with his stupid friends, not paying him any notice―which was odd.

He should have been glad, so why wasn't he? Isn't this what he had asked for yesterday?

Observing him again he noticed that Weasley Number Six was absent, and Potter and Granger seemed to be discussing something.

Should I look into this? Well... perhaps not...

He was in no mood to deal with incompetent Gryffindors anyway.

As the day wore on, however, Severus became more and more suspicious.

Every time he saw Potter and Granger together they were being very... secretive. They seemed to be plotting something. Granger appeared to be trying to convince Potter of something. He seemed very reluctant towards what she was saying as well.

This couldn't be good either.

It was dinner when Hermione approached Severus, looking particularly defiant.

"Professor Snape, I need to discuss something with you," she said confidently.

"What is it Granger?" he asked curtly.

"I think this is something that should be kept private..." She gave him a meaningful look.

As if I'm not aware of the situation…

"I see you are finished with dinner. It's rather important..."

"Fine," he said, standing and finishing the last of his pumpkin juice.

Hermione smirked shrewdly to herself―her plan was set in motion.

The two exited the Great Hall, but not before Hermione nodded at Harry to follow.

They entered the Potions classroom, Harry and Hermione moving to the center of the room, Snape straying by the closed and warded door.

"What is it that you want?" Severus repeated, a foreboding feeling coming over him.

"What is your full name?" Hermione asked.

"Severus Tobias Snape." he stated automatically. He clapped his hands over his mouth in horror.

"You didn't..."

Hermione sighed. "Yes, you have ingested Veritaserum. Perhaps a little desperate, but it was necessary. There are things we need to know."

How could this have happened? I was a fucking spy! How did a mere fourth-year slip me Veritaserum? Granger is too clever for her own safety... At least I was trained how to control my answers a bit…

"Why, after I spoke to you about Harry's feelings, did you continue to act like a complete git?" Hermione asked abruptly.

"Initially I acted the way I did because I did not believe you at first. Mr. Potter's actions the day before last were proof enough, however. I continued my behavior because I was feeling confused and conflicted," Severus said, slightly monotone. He banged his head on the wall behind him. "I strongly dislike you Granger," he muttered.

"You don't hate me?" Hermione asked curiously.

Severus sighed.

"Almost, but no."

Hermione smirked.

"And you don't hate Harry either, right?" she said.

Don't say you like him! Don't say you like him!

He made to unlock the door but with a frustrated expelliarmus from Hermione, his wand flew into her hand and he was forced to answer the question.

"Yes, it's true. I do not hate him," he said submissively.

"You don't?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, I don't," he repeated.

"Um... Hermione? How much longer will the Veritaserum last?" Harry asked.

"Um..." Hermione checked her watch. "About five more minutes," she concluded.

"Could you... er... give us some privacy?" he said slowly, blushing slightly.

Hermione mirrored his blush and nodded, giving Severus's wand to Harry before leaving quietly.

"Why did you let me kiss you?" Harry asked as soon as she was gone.

"Because you asked it of me." Severus said simply.

"But why did you?" he said exasperatedly.

"At first it was because you said you would leave me alone," he said, glaring at him, "but I was also curious."

"Curious? What were you curious about?" Harry asked.

"When I saw you masturbating in my ingredients closet, I was shocked. I became... preoccupied with you. 'Why would he think of me like that?' and other similar thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about you―what I saw, what you said―I wanted to know what my reaction would be if we kissed." he explained, a pained expression on his face.

It hurt Harry to do this to him, but there were still things he needed to know.

"What did you think about the kiss?' he asked slowly.

I really need to watch what I say.

"It surprised me." he said, pacing to the center of the room where Harry stood. "I enjoyed it."

Damn it.

Harry's face lit up.

"You did? I told Hermione you did!"

Severus could feel the effects of the Veritaserum wearing off.

"Now don't think that just because I enjoyed it means I want to be with you because it does!"

Severus clapped his hands with his mouth. Apparently the effects hadn't worn off yet.

"You―You do?" Harry asked tearfully.

Severus nodded despite himself.

"You would actually date me?

He was now able to shake his head no, but his mouth still clearly said "Yes."

Harry sighed.

"Has the Veritaserum worn off?" he asked, already flinching at the man's reaction.

"Yes," he said slowly.

Harry looked into his dark eyes—they were filled with so much anger and betrayal. The amount of emotion behind them made him trip and he stepped backward to catch himself.

"S-Sir... I―"

"Is this what you wanted to happen?" Severus said quietly, taking a step forward. "Did your little plan go as expected, Potter?"

"I-I, uh..."

"Let's give old Snape a truth serum and make him admit feelings he didn't know he had, and then we'll have license to mock him whenever we please!" he said snidely.

Severus crept forward, and Harry moved back, away from his frightening professor.

"Well? Is this how you expected your little prank to end?" he spat.

"But Sir! It wasn't a prank! I want―"

"Very funny, Potter," he said spitting out his name like some obscenity. "It was a nice try, but you are going to suffer the consequences."

He crept forward still. Harry (still meters away) backed into his desk.

"B-But Sir! I do want to be with you!" Harry repeated desperately.

"You want this, Potter?" Severus said, gesturing to himself. "You want to be with your greasy old Potions Professor?"

"Well I―"

"You want to be in a relationship?" he said, moving closer still.

Harry just stared, frightened, into his eyes.

Perfect. I'll scare him away. He doesn't really want this. He can't.

"Do you want to kiss me, Potter?" he said, standing above him looking down. "Do you want to touch me?"

Harry's eyes, though keeping their intensity, changed slightly. Severus noted this, but was too involved to stop and ponder it.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he said, running his fingers down Harry's chest.

He leaned down over to Harry's ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?" he whispered huskily. Severus was surprised when Harry whimpered softly.

Aren't Gryffindors supposed to be a little braver than that?

He pulled away to look at the small boy before him. His face was flushed and his bright green eyes were hooded with lust.

"Yes..." he hissed, his head tilted back, his hand grasping his teacher's robes. "I want you Severus."

Whether it was the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes, the sexy, desperate, longing tone in which he begged, or the way he pulled his small, lean body against his―so innocent, yet so enticing―Severus would never know. It was at that moment, though, that the Potion Master's resolve shattered, falling to the ground in shards and broken pieces. Grasping Harry's chin, he pulled his soft, pouted lips to his, amazed at how wonderful a simple kiss could feel.

Harry reached up and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, twisting his fingers in the long, dark hair.

Severus kissed him again and again, finally parting his lips and shoving his tongue in the wet cavern of Harry's mouth.

Harry languidly stroked the man's tongue with his own, caressing lovingly and with devotion. He lured the older man's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it before pulling back and nipping at it playfully. Kissing and licking on his jaw, Harry moved down to the tendon at his neck before sucking firmly.

Severus, who had placed his hands tentatively on the boy's waist, grasped him firmly and lifted him onto the desk behind him, making him almost equal in height.

Reclaiming his mouth in a kiss, Harry pulled Severus toward him, hooking his legs around the man's waist.

The man stumbled forward slightly, surprised at the sudden pull and moaned softly when he felt Harry's arousal pushing against his abdomen.

Harry mischievously pulled away slightly, continuing the kiss an inch or so away, stroking and scraping his teeth along Severus's tongue. He light-heartedly toyed with the man's mouth, licking at his tongue and lips like a kitten, his arms still wrapped around his neck.

Having enough of the boy's teasing, Severus attacked Harry's mouth, at the same time grabbing his hips and grinding their erections together.

Breaking away from the kiss, Harry arched his back and moaned, trembling at the sensation. He rocked his hips against his Professor's and began lapping affectionately at his neck. Glaring at the obstructing fabric, he moved to undo the first few buttons of the man's high-collared robes. He kissed and licked at the freshly exposed, pale skin, making soft, whimpering noises at the back of his throat.

"Yes... Yes... Merlin, Harry, yes..." His soft-spoken words washed over Harry, hands twisting in the boy's dark hair and thrusting against him madly.

"Say it again... Please..." he whimpered, pulling their bodies even closer.

"What do you want me to say, Harry?" he whispered huskily.

"Unh," Harry moaned, "yes... say my name..."

Severus smirked softly.

"Do you like it, when I say your name, Harry?" he purred, still grinding relentlessly.

"Oh! Oh gods yes... Ah! Don't stop..." Harry whimpered.

"Harry," he whispered before licking the shell of his ear. "Do you want to kiss me, Harry?"

The dark-haired boy's eyes fluttered closed and a small moan escaped his lips as Severus softly kissed the place behind his ear.

"Yes..." he whispered.

Severus placed his hand softly over Harry's and led it down his own chest, stopping just above his waist.

"Do you want to touch me, Harry?" he whispered, still leaning close to his ear.

In response, Harry tentatively moved his hand down, cupping Severus's arousal through the dark fabric. The man groaned softly as Harry began moving his hand, jacking him off through his robes. Harry titled his head up and pulled him in for a kiss, the older man moaning under his touch.

Severus ran his hands down Harry's chest, feeling the muscles ripple in response, and pausing just before his belt. He pulled away and locked Harry's eyes with his.

"Do you want me to touch you, Harry?" he whispered.

"Yes... gods yes..." Harry moaned, squirming in anticipation.

Succumbing, Severus let his hand drift lower. He grasped Harry's erection through the fabric and slowly began to stroke him with his palm. Gradually the man became more confident, forcefully palming Harry as he himself rocked his hips against the boy's hand.

"Unh... unh... oh gods, yes!" Harry moaned, thrusting into the man's touch. "Yes... yes! Oh gods... oh... oh profe-uh... professor, wait―"

Severus quickly pulled his hand away, and would have moved back if Harry's legs weren't still wrapped around his waist.

"Harry I―"

"No," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck, "I want you to touch me."

"Harry... I-I don't―" Severus was interrupted when the boy tightened his grip with his legs, pulling Severus toward him and (with Harry's hands out of the way) grinding their arousals together.

"Oh Merlin... Harry, I―"

"Plea-Please-please..." Harry whimpered, rocking his hips against Severus's. "Unh... unh... Pro-Professor, please..."

Keeping one arm around Severus's neck, Harry deftly un-buttoned his slacks while still continuing the motion with his hips. He then reached for Severus's hand, which was propped on the desk to hold their weight, and slowly guided it to his groin. He whimpered softly, and Severus gasped lightly in surprise. He began moving his hand (and thus Severus's) against his hot arousal, thrusting his hips and continuing the quiet mewling noises.

A few moments later, Harry trusting Severus to continue, took his hand away from his and placed it at the man's own bulge beneath his robes.

Severus stilled his now unaccompanied hand.

"Harry, are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"Yes... yes... gods, yes Professor, I'm sure!" Harry breathed, thrusting slightly in his un-moving hand. He still sensed hesitance from the man, so he tilted his head up and pulled Severus in for a sultry kiss, trying to coax some movement out of him.

Finally, Severus began to move, placing light caresses along the length of the shaft. Harry pulled away from the kiss and stretched up to his ear.

"Please... Professor, please..." he whispered.

Relenting, Severus grasped the base of the boy's erection and slowly slid his hand to the head.

"Yes! Yes, like that!" Harry gasped, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders for balance.

Severus smirked and ran his hand tightly along the shaft again, Harry falling limply against him.

"Yes... More..." he groaned.

The man continued to stroke his erection, rocking his own need against the boy's thigh.

"Do you want to kiss me, Harry?" Severus purred.

"Yes..." Harry breathed, inhaling as he rested on the man's collarbone, determined to memorize his scent.

"Do you want to touch me?" asked Severus.

"Yes!" Harry whimpered, realizing that Severus pleasuring himself against his thigh only made the situation more erotic.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Severus said, brushing his thumb over the sensitive head.

"Yes... yes!" Harry panted, combing his fingers through Severus's dark hair.

The man pulled Harry closer and leaned next to his ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?" he whispered gruffly.

"Unh-unh―oh gods, Professor, yes!" Harry screamed, arching his back and coming hard.

Severus watched as he twitched with the waves of his orgasm, an expression of ecstasy on his face. That was how the man came, only moments later before collapsing against his desk next to Harry.

After cleaning them both up with a simple spell or two, Severus turned to Harry, his eyes downcast.

"Potter, I apologize. I took advantage of your feelings and I―"

"What? No!" Harry exclaimed. "I wanted it." He turned away and blushed. "I-I wanted you, Professor... And I... I want... more―"

"Potter," Severus said sternly, "This can't happen again."

"What?" Harry looked back at Severus surprised and upset. "I-I th... But I thought... I thought you wanted to―"

"Regardless of what I want, Potter, if this were ever to be discovered, I would not only be fired, but arrested. You would most likely be expelled as well. It cannot happen again," Severus said, his tone icy and cold.

"I... but I..." Harry whimpered as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Soon he could do nothing about it, and he clutched at the man's robes as tears slowly streamed down his face.

Severus looked down at the boy who had always seemed so strong crying against him broken-hearted. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before slowly enclosing him in his arms.

"I'm sorry Harry, but we cannot do this."