When Snape woke it was warm and light and soft. He felt clean sheets against his skin and wondered idly where his leggings at the least were. Then he felt the gentle hand running over his skin and a puff of breath at his left nipple followed by a questing tongue.

Another dream. Just another dream. He sighed and turned to the touch. The tongue laved one nipple while the fingers pinched and stroked the other into pebbles. He moaned appreciatively.

Opening his eyes, he looked about, not recognizing his own room. This was Dumbledore’s bedroom. Realizing he could never dream about sex here and be comfortable around Albus, he tried to wake himself and shifted, turning into an equally naked body.

“Severus? Are you waking up?” came the incredibly gentle voice suffused with love. Snape blinked away the morning blur and found himself nearly nose to nose with

“HEADMASTER?” his heart leapt to his throat and he desparatly tried to recall how he’d gotten in this bed.

“Sshh, it’s ok Severus. You’re perfectly safe here,” Dumbledore ran soothing hands over the trembling body, stopping at a few strategic points to feather his fingers over. He knew Snape would never approach him, especially since he hadn’t over the years they’d known each other. He was practically positive Snape wanted him as much as he wanted Snape. The semi-erect cock transferred that much information.

Confused, Snape looked around, noting it really was the Headmaster’s bedroom and that it really was the Headmaster, naked, touching him. He wanted to ask why, how, any question about the current situation but a hand had reached a delicate location and was stroking it, then rubbing firm little circles under the shaft near the tip and most thought left him.

Moaning softly Snape lifted his arms and managed to touch the warm inviting skin of his partner. Lips met his and the silky wet tongue traced a path across his partially closed mouth, darting in and out, trying to gain greater access.

“Let me take care of you, Severus, relax,” hot breathy gusts of air played across his face and he opened wider taking in all of the invading tongue. It slid along his own tongue then gently stroked his palate sending ripples through his body. The hand continued to torment his swollen shaft, alternating between firm strokes and caressing his balls. Falling back, he arched into the grip, hips beginning to take control of the situation and jerking back and forth.

“Easy Severus, not too fast,” came the soft voice.

Fast? Fast? Snape’s brain tried to grapple with the concept. He hadn’t felt this in years except for occasional dreams. Those paled significantly compared to the reality jolting through his body.

“Can’t. Albus, have to,” he moaned as another shivering jerk of delight surged through him. The hand slowed, stopped and he mourned the loss.

“Albussss,” he pleaded, eyes tightly shut, his head thrown back. Dumbledore drank in the sight.

“So beautiful; Severus, so beautiful,” and he rolled on top of the trembling Potions Master, their erections trapped between them. He kept Snape’s hips still as he kissed down his throat, gently bit that soft area where throat met jaw, laved down to the pulse point and nipped again. Sliding further down Dumbledore licked one taut nipple, then took it into his mouth sucking it in and out between his teeth. Snape bucked beneath him, screaming out ecstatically. With a wicked grin he released the nipple, kissed Snape thoroughly on the mouth then latched onto the other nipple, repeating the suckling until Snape was nearly overcome, pleading for release.

Again he rose up and plundered the younger man’s sweet mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. Pulling back he looked deep into those dark eyes, no anger, no despair, just pure lust and need. Smiling, he kissed his lover gently on the shoulder, then moved down over quivering stomach muscles, paying attention to the dip of the naval.

Snape’s erection was bumping against his chin. He continued down skirting the issue and suckled on the man’s inner thigh, licked and nibbled both sides driving Snape back to begging for release.

Sitting back he surveyed his work; a quivering passionate mass presented itself. He carefully pushed Snape’s knees wide open and reached over to the table for the lube. Squeezing out a generous amount he ran his fingers down under Snape’s balls and into the warm crevice searching for the small pucker. All the while he watched Snape’s face for reactions and when the first long finger slowly moved passed tight muscles he groaned and tilted his hips for Dumbledore’s access. He worked carefully, one finger fully involved, softening the passage. A second finger joined in and found what he wanted, for the man below him bucked up screaming his name and began begging anew.

Dumbledore got serious, bending down he took all of Snape into his mouth, relaxing his throat to accommodate the length, he sucked long and hard, fingers firmly stroking his partner’s prostate.

“Albus, stop, stop, I’m going to, Albus,” Snape was whimpering, moaning, hands tangled in the Headmaster’s long hair. His entire body tightening up as he reached toward the pinnacle.

Stilling, completely inarticulate, Snape arched up into the warmth of that talented mouth. Dumbledore took him all, fingers still working feverishly, the third added as they scissored and stretched, then rubbed his gland. Snape yelled as the orgasm gripped him, surging over and over, draining him of his strength and seed. Dumbledore gratefully swallowed and licked up all of cum he could, fingers slowed but still sent sparks through the completely limp man. Pulling out, the older man smoothed lube over his own swollen shaft. He had waited a lot longer than Snape and he moaned as he coated himself liberally. Gently he rubbed against the loosened ring and looked to the limp man.

“Severus?” he asked, the need very apparent in the strained voice. Without a word Snape tilted his hips, spreading himself so he was as open as possible.

“Now, Albus, need you,” he managed to say as his breath came back to him. He pulled the knees up and encouraged Snape to wrap around his waist. Holding him still, he lowered Snape slowly onto his erection, push carefully past the tight ring until he was fully sheathed inside the Potions Master. Snape clenched a handful of sheet, trying to relax all the fighting muscles. Dumbledore gently rubbed his stomach while Snape gripped him tightly.

“ssshh, it’s just fine , Severus, relax for me,” he soothed, keeping perfectly still until breathing eased and the steel grip loosened. Carefully he slid out a fraction and pushed back in watching his partner’s face. No apparent pain, he repeated the motion, further out, further in, rocking his hips gently as tiny expressions of enjoyment and pain flitted across Snape’s face. He set a slow, steady pace at first, mindful. He began to speed up as his own need increased. Adjusting the angle of his thrusts he searched for the sweet spot, working carefully until Snape again moaned in pleasure.

“oh, yes, Albus, there, there,” came the grateful litany; Snape began to move, hesitantly at first, then faster, harder in sync with Dumbledore. It was all so impossibly good, he wanted to stay there forever. He felt Dumbledore gripped his ass and drive in harder.

He adjusted spectacularly, fisting the sheets as his own cock swelled and cum leaked from the tip. Dumbledore reached and fingered the drops, licking them off. Snape had to close his eyes, it was all too much and when he felt a hand fist snugly around him, moving hard once, twice, thrice, he came harder than before, screaming out Dumbledore’s name. The wildly clenching muscles sent Dumbledore over the peak as the pressure building deliriously behind his balls burst filling Snape deep inside. Shouting hoarsely, Dumbledore road the orgasm out, each small movement, each muscle clenched by his partner giving more pleasure.

Finally he pulled his softening cock out, carefully kissing each leg as he lowered it to the bed. He was aware of two satiated eyes glowing watching him as he lay down beside Snape and pulled him onto his body.

They stayed there, quivering as they came down. Snape held on while Dumbledore ran a soothing hand over his back.

“Stay with me, Severus,” Dumbledore breathed. “I need you near by.” Unable to answer, Snape snuggled in closer, squeezing his eyes against the tears.

“Let me take care of you, love,” the quiet voice continued, which did cause a few tears to leak out. He struggled to speak.

“Yes,” he managed, “love you, Albus.” He melted into the comfortable warmth.

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