Harry regarded Snape's quarters with a raised eyebrow and a look on his face he hoped wasn't coming across as pity (even though it was). Unable to keep his mouth shut (as usual), he spun around on his former professor and said, "This place is empty! You've been here, for what? Over twenty years now? And it's barely yours on loan."

Snape met Harry's incredulous expression with the same stony one he got whenever he was about to utter a scathing retort. With two steps, he loomed over Harry's form. Harry had grown some in his last few years at Hogwarts, but Professor Snape still towered over him. Severus, he mentally corrected himself. They were colleagues now and he was hoping they'd be something more. If he could use the correct words for genitalia and bodily functions, he certainly could call the man by his first name. Severus stooped, lips brushing Harry's ear, "Minimalist living, Potter. It's a sign of being an adult. What you think you own? The place that you call home? Overstuffed, Gryffindor sentimentality." Shivers ran down Harry's spine as each syllable resonated throughout his eardrum.

The shivers were most definitely not from fear. God. Harry was starting to doubt that he was the only Parselmouth in the room. There was no way any person could have a voice that deep and rich and have it be completely due to a fortunate accident of nature. Visions of that mouth on his stomach, telling Harry each and every thing that Severus would be doing to him, briefly pushed their way to the surface before Harry squashed them down. The ideas in your bones, he thought to himself. Stupid. He was beyond stupid.

But Severus had finished speaking, yet hadn't moved. Harry's breath caught, expression on his face making him resemble a deer caught in headlights. Severus gave a throaty chuckle and brushed his jaw against Harry's before standing straight again. When Snape continued to stare at him, Harry screwed up his trademark bravery and launched himself at the Potions master.

The kiss was awkward. Snape was thrown off guard and, as for Harry, leaping into the air before attaching yourself to another person's lips wasn't the most desirable approach to things. For a second, Harry wished he were at home. Stupid, Potter, he thought again. This would still feel dumb back where you're from, too.

Since Snape hadn't hauled back and slapped him across the face or hexed him into next Thursday, Harry decided to draw out the kiss and slowed down his actions. He languidly explored Severus's mouth with his tongue, moving in small circles so Harry could feel every bump and groove of Severus's tongue. When he lightly dragged his teeth over Severus's lower lip, the other man hissed and Harry's mind flew back to the Parseltongue thoughts again. Snape responded by pushing his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry lightly sucked, a moan escaping from the back of his own throat. As the tightness grew unbearable in his trousers, he reluctantly broke the kiss and stared directly into Snape's face.

"Severus," he started, instantly deciding he liked the feel of the other man's name on his lips, "I'm quite sure that I want you. I've wanted you for a long time now, even if that sounds ridiculous to you. Ever since...ever since we fought together against Voldemort, you haven't been the awful, evil Potions professor to me."

Snape smirked. "I'll always be that to you, Potter."

"Call me Harry. Please," he added after a moment's thought. "I want you. I'd love to fuck you or feel you deep inside me. I want you to cry out my name." Snape sharply inhaled. "If we keep doing this, though, I'm not going to be able to stop. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret, but know that I won't regret it. So, before I can no longer pull myself away from you, do you want to change your mind?"

Snape's answer came in the form of a brutal - though hardly unwelcome - invasion of Harry's mouth. Harry cupped Severus's face in his hands, as Severus began undoing the buttons of Harry's robes. They broke the kiss as Harry quickly toed off his shoes and Severus desperately tugged at Harry's pants. Harry stood completely naked in Snape's drawing room. "This isn't fair," he said. "You have far too much clothing on."

"We'll have to take care of that," Snape replied, taking Harry's arm and pulling him towards what must have been his bedroom.

When they passed through the doors, Harry, through his fuzzy mindset, could see that this room was as austere as the first. That didn't matter, though. Severus was taking off his own robes - Harry's cock gave a violent twitch when he saw that Snape wore nothing underneath - and forcefully pushed Harry onto the bed. Severus soon covered Harry's body with his own, licking the shell of Harry's ear, nibbling his way down Harry's neck. Harry let his hands roam over Severus's back, greatly enjoying the feel of skin on skin. God, he'd wanted this for so long....

Severus moved his way down to Harry's belly, nuzzling the trail of hair just below his navel. "You're mine," Severus told Harry's stomach. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin and Harry writhed helplessly.

Mouth gaping and gasping, Harry asked, "Are you using legilimency? That's...God, I was just thinking...'cause you could never know that." Severus kept talking and Harry's words soon turned to gibberish as Severus' voice resounded throughout his body. "Yes. Oh fuck, Severus, just keep talking to me." His cock was painfully hard, precome leaking from it, and Severus hadn't yet touched it. Still telling Harry exactly how and what way he was going to fuck him, Severus moved down a few inches, lightly moving his lips over Harry's swollen prick.

Then, he licked his way up the entire shaft before sheathing Harry with his mouth. Oh, Christ. Severus's mouth was warm and wet and he was humming. As Severus bobbed his head slowly up and down, Harry alternately prayed that he would and wouldn't speed up. He couldn't decide if he'd rather Severus go on forever or if he'd like to come down Severus's throat right that second. Christ. He was stuck in a time trap. Oh God Oh God.

Severus brought one hand up to stroke his balls and Harry cried out helplessly. "Holy! Oh, I need to come, Severus. Please." Harry arched his hips into the exquisite wetness, chanted Severus's name repeatedly, and exploded into Severus's mouth.

Still breathing heavily, Harry squirmed slightly as Severus slowly licked his way up his shaft. Severus then came up to claim a kiss, his insistent erection pressed against Harry's abdomen.

"That was great. I think I'll go to sleep now," said Harry in a teasing whisper, pressing against Severus's body.

Severus growled. "Not if you know what's good for you. We've barely begun," he said, voice dropping to a promising rumble. "So, Potter, do you want to save your life?"

"Absolutely," said Harry coyly. "How may I help you, sir?"