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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Severus_Snape/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      snarody, snarry, Oral_Sex, Humor, Filth, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 5 of The_Epic_of_Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-03 Words: 2600
****** Everything Tastes Better With a Side of Snape ******
by abstractconcept
Summary
     And what series of clichés would be complete without the oral sex?
     Snape continues to have his wanton way with Harry, who isn’t
     objecting at all…although Snape has something of a surprise up his
     sleeve…
“Forget the bedroom; where the hell do I get the caramel?” Harry rasped
hungrily.

 Snape smirked.

 “Wait here a moment, Potter,” he ordered, turning and heading towards the
bedroom.

 “Hey! Where are you going?” Harry followed him to the cunning door in the back
of the room. He looked uncertain and confused as Snape paused there. “I…kind of
thought this was a two person thing,” Harry noted. “You know; in order to suck
your cock, your cock kind of has to be there to be sucked.”

 Snape merely looked back at the young man with lust-filled eyes. “Do you trust
me, Mister Potter?”

 Now thereis a barbed question,Harry thought. Didhe trust Snape? The man who
had made most of the last several years a personal hell for Harry wherever and
whenever possible? The man who used any excuse he could to take points off of
Harry, belittle and snark at Harry, follow Harry around to catch him getting
into trouble, give Harry torturous detentions…where we were alone together for
hours, and he stared and stared at me, sitting behind his desk, running the
blade of his quill along his lower lip over and over again?Of course, he was
alsothe man who had saved Harry’s ass on countless occasions, even if he
berated him mercilessly afterward, and the man who risked his life to spy on
Voldemort, and the man who never ceased demanding Harry be something more than
everyone accepted him as.

 Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to say no. That would probably lead
directly to Snape morphing into uberbitch and tossing him out on his arse—and
losing Harry his chance at a night of hopefully marvellous sex. “I…yes, sir. I
trust you.” Harry shivered, naked and vulnerable in the chill of the dungeons.

 The Potions Master’s eyes flashed with a mixture of victory and something more
difficult to identify. “You will wait here until I admit you to my personal
chambers,” he announced, fluidly slipping around his door and shutting it with
a click.

 Harry waited, wondering what Snape needed to do, or hide, in his bedroom.
Perhaps he was just cleaning up? After all, Harry would hate to have a sudden
sexual amour show up outside his room. He could fully appreciate the idea of
needing a few moments to tidy up a bit—perhaps check to make sure the bed was
made and clean and had no signs of obvious emissions of self-pleasure on it, to
check to see that the small bottle of oil he’d taken such great pains to get
hold of was locked away in his trunk, and to stuff the dildo the twins gave him
away in a desk drawer or something. He couldn’t imagine Snape was doing the
same thing, but it was just possible. And the man wasn’t likely to come
straight out and admit it, was he?

 So when the door finally opened again, he smiled bravely, and was rewarded by
a slight smile in return. “You may enter, Mister Potter,” he announced,
stepping back.

 Harry didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to the room, since décor really
wasn’t the sort of thing he had a lot of interest in. He did notice that there
was a lot of black, and picked out a few trimmings of silver and green, but
what he mostly noticed was Snape, naked and unashamed. And arching a brow as
though he were expecting something.

 “Um,” said Harry eloquently. “To go back to the stuff about the caramel…where
exactly do I get it? I mean; we could send for a house elf, but I think—”

 “For all that is decent, Potter, we are notbringing a house elf into this.
You’ll have to make due with a spell. Or…” Here he trailed off, eyes narrowed
in thought. “I’ll return in a moment.” Spinning on his heel, he managed to
somehow seem to sweep out of the room even minus his signature billowing robes.

Harry sighed as he watched the man’s taut bum leaving the room. He was in
heaven. Sort of. He hadn’t heretofore envisioned Snape’s chambers as any sort
of Eden, let alone a sexual one, but now that he was here, it really wasn’t
half bad. Rotating on the spot, he caught sight of the bed. Big. That’s good.
Black. That’s…to be expected, I guess. Does the man have an obsession with the
colour or something?With a mischievous smile, he crawled up onto the mattress,
and did his best to arrange himself in an enticing position.

When the man returned to the room, he stopped dead in the doorway, a small vial
in his left hand. A slow, menacing smile spread across his face. “Ah. I see you
found the bed.” Still gazing avidly at the gorgeous creature reclining against
his pillows, an inviting smile curling the delectable pink mouth, Snape stalked
closer. “How should we do this, hmm? As you’re on your back, I couldsimply
straddle your chest, thrusting my cock between your lips.”

Harry moaned in response, eyes fluttering closed. One hand trailed down to
touch his own needy organ. He felt a hand brush his own away, and opened his
eyes to see Snape next to him, firmly taking hold of his wrist and pulling it
away from his erection. Well, he didn’t really come down here to masturbate,
anyway. Not if he could get anything better out of the deal. Slowly running the
tip of his tongue over his lips, Harry gave Snape a look stark with want.
“So…find anything tasty for me to suck off your prick?”

Severus crawled into bed beside the boy. “Indeed. With a relatively minor
adjustment, I took a salutary lubricant and modified it to the flavour you so
desire. Here; try some.” He tilted the small bottle, and a trickle of potion
poured out of the mouth to run down his finger and over his hand.

With a voracious gleam in his eye, Harry sat up and leant forward, lapping at
the tip of the man’s finger. Severus’s eyes darkened and focused on Harry’s own
with a breathtaking intensity. Holding still for a long moment, Harry held the
man’s gaze. Then he tilted his head, sliding his tongue along the cool surface
of Snape’s hand, flicking at the webbing at the base between his fingers.
Taking the Potions Master’s hand in his own, Harry turned it over and began
lapping at the palm, brushing lightly along calluses, laving along the crease
that was Snape’s life line. He held the man’s eyes the entire time.

Snape said nothing, did nothing, until Harry moved back up to the tip of his
index finger, where he nipped at it gently before taking the long digit into
his mouth. The man moaned fervently, prompting Harry to gasp, pulling cool air
along the saliva which wetly glazed Severus’s skin. Harry’s eyes fell shut at
the welcome noise of encouragement, and he sucked steadily as he slowly pulled
back from the finger.

Pushing his glasses back up his nose, Harry smiled with renewed resolve. “It’s
delicious,” he announced in a hoarse voice.

Snape trembled a little at the words. Harry reached for the bottle, and the man
gave it over to the youth’s eager hands. Carefully, the youth doused the man’s
searing flesh with the milky liquid. A ragged breath escaped Severus’s throat,
and he threw his head back, eyes tightly shut. Harry stared at his face for a
long moment, relishing the sight. How many people had the privilege of seeing
Severus Snape in the throes of passion, masks momentarily forgotten, defences
temporarily down?

Then Harry delicately reached out and touched the swollen appendage, hiding a
smile when Snape swallowed markedly in response. Cautiously at first, then
gaining speed as his confidence increased, Harry began stroking and pulling at
the stiff cock, which seemed somehow to continue to grow even as he touched it,
although it was already the largest he’d ever seen.

After a few minutes of pumping and petting, Snape opened his eyes and looked
down at the boy. “Was flavouring the concoction a complete waste of my time? I
want you to get down on your knees and open your mouth. Do you think you’ll
need further instruction?” he growled, fisting a hand in the inky dark hair and
shoving Harry down.

Although he was already on his knees, as was Snape, Harry didn’t try to argue
the logic. He merely bent double, resting his weight on one hand, and used the
other to guide the flushed prick to his mouth. Pressing a soft kiss to the
head, he shot the man a wicked look. Lapping at the slit, he groaned happily as
the salty-sweet taste of pre-come dripped down his tongue.

Snape quivered, his hands tightening painfully in the youth’s hair. “Potter…if
you don’t start sucking me off very shortly, I will lose interest in
maintaining your delicate sensibilities and simply ram my cock down your
throat,” he warned in a gravely voice.

Harry licked the underside of the man’s length, up and down slowly. “Promises,
promises,” he whispered. He placed a few more kisses along the man’s hardness,
then went down so he could reach Snape’s balls, where he spent some time
licking and sucking at them. A strangled noise came from Severus, but Harry
ignored it, still gently massaging the man’s bollocks as he laved his way back
up to the head of the man’s penis.

With a last, quick smile at Severus, Harry began to take the shaft into his
mouth, sucking as hard as he was able. The Potions Master let out a noise
between a sob and a groan, before giving up any pretence of letting Harry have
any control over the situation. Still cupping the back of the youth’s head, he
slid himself between those warm lips, loving every moment.

Harry was doing anything but objecting; when Snape brushed the back of his
throat, the boy grunted enthusiastically, still pumping the base of the man’s
erection, his eyes lidded with covetousness. The noise travelled pleasantly up
Severus’s shaft, and he cried out his appreciation. Harry’s other hand kept
trying to make it as far as his own prick, but the movement of the older man as
he thrust himself into Harry’s mouth kept him off balance, and he eventually
gave up and grabbed hold of Snape’s hip for support, content to ride it out.
This, at least, he had some idea of how to do. He had practiced on the dildo,
after all, and was an eager student.

As Severus let his hips roll, plunging his hardness into that lovely orifice,
he ran his fingers through the young man’s silky hair. “Fuck, Harry,” he
panted. “Do you realize that this is where you belong? God, you have no idea
how good it is, seeing my cock held by those beautiful velvety lips?” He
laughed throatily as Harry mewled a little, scrambling once again to touch
himself. “You’ll have to wait Potter, until I’m done fucking your mouth.”

Harry made another desperate noise, his hips pumping as he dry fucked the air.

Snape watched the boy ardently, drinking in every detail of his movements. “You
like that, do you? Yesss…you did say how you loved it when I talk dirty to
you.” Chest heaving, he convulsively dug into the boy’s scalp, urging him
further down. “You’re the perfect little whore, with your big green eyes and
your pouting lips, your mouth that just pleads to be screwed. You love this,
don’t you? Every time I ever looked at you, I could see you down on your knees,
taking it. Every time you walked into class, I knew you were gagging for it. My
pretty little slut. That’s it. Keep it open wide, let me fuck your sweet little
mouth as hard as I like. Oh yes. Yes. You’re a natural. You were born to suck
my cock. Fuck. That’s right.”

Harry was whimpering continuously, loving the words, dying to touch himself, a
scorching heat running through his veins. He looked up at Severus with pleading
eyes, but the man showed no pity. Severus leaned over him and gently rubbed his
ass, but did not touch the part of Harry that needed it so badly.

“Fuck, Harry,” he whispered, bucking into the wet heat of Potter’s mouth,
knowing it would not be long before everything reached its crescendo. “Sweet
little cocksucker, you love my prick, don’t you?” Harry groaned helplessly in
agreement, and Severus sped up, thrusting forcefully as he met the back of
Harry’s throat. “You’re going to swallow my cock, Potter,” he informed the
youth in a voice that brooked no argument. “You’re going to relax your throat;
take it, now. Take it. Yes. God—yes!” Shoving himself deeper on every stroke,
Severus thrust forcefully down Harry’s throat, and the teen swallowed
reflexively.

Severus came, hot gushing seed spilling against the back of the boy’s throat,
filling his mouth. At that moment, a popping sound and flash of light came from
a corner of the room. Harry tried to pull away in confusion, but Snape gripped
his head unrelentingly, riding out the orgasm. When the pearly juice began
escaping the corner of Harry’s mouth, running down his chin, his throat, and
onto his chest, Snape finished letting the boy milk his prick and calmly pulled
back.

After several swallows, Harry was finally able to speak. “What the hellwas
that?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking the
remaining come off.

“It’s called an orgasm, Mister Potter,” Snape replied, sprawling prone across
the bed. “D’you mean you’ve never had one?”

“Ha, bloody ha,” Harry replied, scowling. “What was that—that ruddy noise? And
that burst of light?”

Snape refused to meet his eyes, turning his head away.

“Severus…” Harry said in a threatening tone. “What did you do?”

“I won’t show it to anyone,” Snape replied petulantly. “But I’m keeping it.”

“Keeping what?” Harry demanded, getting exasperated.

“The picture. I had the camera on a timer. But, as I said, I will not show it
to anyone—ever. You did say you trusted me,” he pointed out.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I trusted you to slam your prick down my throat, so I
guess I can live with the snapshot of the ordeal, too. You won’t let the press
get it?”

“I said I wouldn’t,” Snape replied. He tried to hold back a crooked grin, but
was unsuccessful. “That was…a rather tolerable blow job,” he allowed. “You’ve
an aptitude for sucking cock, Mister Potter. If you’re unsuccessful in your
attempted career as an Auror, I must say that I may be tempted to offer you a
position under my desk.”

Harry laughed a little breathlessly. “I’d seriously consider it,” he informed
the man. “Except I’d want to know what the perks were, first. After all,
as…savoury as that was, you still haven’t let meget off. When is it going to be
my turn?”

Snape pulled the boy into a heated kiss. “I believe you requested sex in the
bath, Mister Potter?” At Harry’s keen nod, Severus smiled. “Good. You’ve come
all over your hair, and I believe you could do with a thoroughwashing. You are,
after all, a very filthy young man.”

Harry whimpered and pulled urgently at Snape’s lips with his own. “Fuck, fuck,
fuck,” he chanted in a low voice.

“Yes, yes, oh, but yes,” Severus replied.
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