Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape *resigned sigh*
Rating: R? (as usual, I have no idea). Unashamed smut.
Summary: Harry’s new look makes people get down on their knees *cough*. In the first instalment, a certain well-known Potions master reacts in unforeseen (even to him) ways to a break-in and ends up in a sticky situation.
Thanks go to my juliatheyounger
The mumbling and searching had not gone on for more than a few minutes, when a deeply satisfied voice said “At last” and the room was cast in brilliant light, illuminating one sneering Potions Master and a rapidly vanishing hand.
Harry had not been fast enough though. Snape lunged and caught his cloaked shape before he could try to quietly disappear. Although tonight that would not have worked anyway, as Harry admitted to himself, and his teacher was soon to find out why.
Pulling roughly at the invisible fabric, Snape exposed the errant student – and Harry was indeed exposed this time, so exposed that even Snape froze and forgot to blink for a moment. Then, in a tone carefully free from emotion, yet calculated to put terror in the heart of any student, he asked: “Would you care to explain why I am woken by the sounds of a flute, only to find you in your … current state, Mr. Potter?”
Harry, trying not to let go of his cloak and prepared to fight Snape for it, clutched at his genital area in a fruitless attempt to cover it and replied “Uhm … you know, as it is Halloween …” but fell silent under the black-eyed stare of his nemesis.
Snape’s hand had gone slack as his eyes raked over the young man’s transformed body, from the dainty hooves over the thickly furred, muscular legs complete with little tail at the back and – the rather large penis in front, which Potter ineffectually tried to conceal with one hand.
Snape licked his lips without noticing, and Harry used the opportunity to snatch back his cloak, pressing it and both his hands over the most outstanding part of his new body. It still left his slim waist and smooth, well-muscled arms and torso for inspection by the last person Harry wanted to inspect them.
With some effort, the older man said, with a weak imitation of his usual sneer: “I am curious, Potter, has your little experiment gone wrong or was that the intended outcome?”
Harry had gotten back some of his confidence when he noticed Snape’s relatively distracted behaviour, so he boldly let go of the object of their discussion and made as if to put on his cloak again. “It was supposed to be for the ball tomorrow. The book didn’t mention anatomical details though. I’m sorry to have disturbed you, I’ll …”
He stopped when two wiry arms took hold of his just as he was slipping into the cloak. A decidedly hoarse voice whispered: “Shouldn’t you also have a flute to attract your prey?” as he was drawn closer towards his teacher.
Harry was too surprised to react and focussed on what seemed least extraordinary about the situation. “The flute was only an external manifestation and not … not the actual reason people were … Sir, what are you doing?” His confidence was gone again the moment Snape held both of Harry’s hands with his left one behind the boy’s back, and started … touching him with the other.
Snape managed to continue talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. “May I inquire what you used, Potter? Was it Polyjuice?” He slipped one arm around the youthful body and ran his palm down the boy’s muscular back. “I did not notice anything missing in my supplies though. Or is this a charm gone wrong? Perhaps you just wanted to enhance your … manhood?”
And with that last snide comment, Snape’s hand slid over the smooth waist and down to the furry crotch, where it determinedly closed over Harry’s penis. Harry expelled air he did not know he had in his lungs and told himself that he could not possible move – what with his arms trapped in his sleeves, his hands held by Snape, and the unaccustomed hooves …
He knew it had been a bad idea to try changing into a satyr for the party, and when he realised that he could not reverse the effect he had panicked. Well, not right away, to be honest. The large new … limb he suddenly had occupied him for a pleasant half hour. That pleasure was nothing to what he felt now, though. To be handled like that, and by someone he both feared and hated, stirred Harry deeper than anything he could have thought of by himself.
Snape’s robe had opened, and Harry could see the unfamiliar skinny white chest and the previously hidden pot belly and the unmistakeable tent in Snape’s thin pyjamas and while Harry still stared at that it twitched, and Snape impatiently reached down to free his erection, and Harry knew he should be repulsed by the long, thin cock that protruded from a thatch of black pubic hair, but he could not help staring at it in fascination, and at the long white fingers stroking it now, and how it twitched like a small exotic snake, in tandem with his own thick, pulsing, healthy cock, his own hungry erection that needed more, it needed more!
Snape could only too well see that one hand was not sufficient, and with one last look from fiery dark eyes, the man dropped to his knees and wrapped both his hands around Harry’s erection. The boy’s whole body jerked at the increased sensation, and he tottered uncertainly, finally grabbing hold of the last thing in the world he thought he would ever touch – his teacher’s greasy dark head. Looking down at how Snape’s pale cock jerked at this, he reconsidered his last thought. But Snape’s hair was cool to the touch, and Harry wondered idly what the rest of the pale body kneeling in front of him would feel like.
He did not have to wonder long. Snape still had both hands full, sliding up and down the frankly unnatural length of Harry’s new penis, when he opened his thin lips and closed his mouth over the glistening red head. Harry cried out in response, surprised at the warmth of Snape’s mouth and overwhelmed by the feeling of a nimble tongue caressing his sensitive flesh. Even a wide mouth like Snape’s could not engulf much of him, but the friction and heat and movement of hands combined with the warmth and strangeness of his teacher’s mouth, no, the mere thought of this teacher sucking him sent the boy over the edge within a minute.
Snape not so much sat but fell back and stayed slumped against the nearest desk. With a slightly shaking hand, he wiped some of Harry’s come from his lips, then rubbed it on his own erection, stroking his thumb over the head and sliding his other hand quickly along the still pale length, until he also came, suddenly, quietly. Only the jerking of his hips and his tightly closed eyes revealed - rather than hid - his emotions.
Unsure if he was allowed to go, but afraid that Snape might remember to give him detention - or worse, that more would be expected of him - Harry slowly moved towards the door. He could not help shooting a last, questioning glance at his teacher’s form sprawled on the floor. Snape looked nearly himself again, the face a stony mask with just the slightest flush in his cheeks, but he had to wet his lips before waving his student off with a casual "You should know by now, Potter, that I am very fond of … satire."