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Chapter 2 SMUT

The silence that followed Harry's proposition was thick. "Spoil me," Severus repeated. He let the words hang, tasting them. They were absurd and offensive. They were, against every instinct of self-preservation he possessed, "Define your terms, Potter. I am not a trinket to be collected, nor a charity case to be placated."

"Harry," the other corrected, "My terms are simple. You come with me. We drink my very old, very expensive whisky. We talk, or we don't. If, at any point, you wish to leave, you say the word. The Floo is open, and the wards will permit your exit."

"And the... spoiling?" Severus pressed as his gaze flickered over Harry.

A slow, genuine smile touched Harry's lips then. "That's the part I'm looking forward to, Severus. It's been a long time since I've had someone to appreciate the finer things with. Someone who won't just see a price tag." He leaned in, his breath ghosting over Severus's ear, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "And if the conversation turns... physical... then the spoiling takes a different form. One where I am very much in charge. I have a particular... appreciation for a man who can match me wit for wit, and then surrender control with just as much intelligence."

"You presume a great deal," Severus said, but the usual bite was absent.

"I've learned to take what I want," Harry replied, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "The question is, do you want to be taken?"

"Very well," Severus said after mulling it over. "Lead on."

Harry's smile widened. Severus fell into step beside him as Harry turned and cut through the crowd. The sea of beautiful people parted for them without a word, though their expressions were a mix of envy, curiosity, and outright shock. They did not use the main entrance. Harry guided them through a discreet, curtained archway. There was a private apparition chamber in there, and Harry offered his hand, palm up. "I will need to Side-along apparate you. My wards are... particular."

With a sigh that was only half exasperation, Severus placed his hand in Harry's. The grip was firm and warm. There was a twist of suffocating darkness, the familiar hook behind the navel, and then they were elsewhere.

They ended up in a vast, circular entrance hall. The floor was black marble, and the walls were paneled in dark oak.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked as he led the way through an archway into a long gallery lined with portraits of non-magical seascapes and abstracts.

"It is... suitably dramatic."

Harry laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Come. The library is warmer and just around the corner."

In the library, a fire crackled in a massive granite hearth, and the walls were floor-to-ceiling books. Harry went to a cabinet and retrieved a crystal decanter and two heavy tumblers. He poured two fingers of whisky and handed one to Severus. Their fingers brushed.

"To unexpected evenings," Harry said, clinking his glass against Severus's.

Severus took a sip. The flavour was immense. It was the best whisky he had ever tasted. He didn't compliment it, though. He simply took another, slower sip, letting the heat spread through his chest. Harry watched him, then gestured to a pair of armchairs by the fire. They sat, the leather sighing under their weight.

Harry swirled his whisky while his cheeks flushed. "I was bored tonight, you know. So profoundly, soul-crushingly bored. Then I saw you sitting in that corner, looking like you'd rather be dissecting a rotten puffskein, and I thought... There is the only real thing in this entire gilded cage. I'm just a rich, lonely man in a big, empty house, Severus."

"So you seek connection through transaction."

"I seek honesty," He corrected. "In those arrangements, the honesty is in the contract. Tonight, with you, the honesty is in the... friction." He stood up and then said, "I want to see if the friction generates heat, Severus." He walked over and stood before Severus's chair, looking down at him.

Severus's mouth was dry. He finished his whisky, but the burn was doing nothing to calm the sudden, low coil of heat in his gut. He had not been touched with intent in years. Slowly, Severus stood. He was tall, but Harry had a breadth to him that was subtly imposing. They were close enough that Severus could smell the whisky on Harry's breath, the clean scent of his skin, the faint, expensive sandalwood of his cologne.

"No expectations beyond the night," Severus repeated. His voice was rougher than he intended.

"None," Harry answered. His hand came up and hovered near Severus's cheek. "But if you stay... You play by my rules. I take care of what's mine. For the night."

What's mine. The possessiveness should have rankled Severus. Instead, it ignited something else entirely. The Potion master gave a slow nod.

That was all the permission Harry needed. The kiss was not gentle. Harry's mouth was hot and demanding. His hands came up to frame Severus's face. It was all tongue and teeth and raw, hungry intent. Severus stiffened for a second, decades of isolation screaming in protest, then a dam broke. He kissed back with equal ferocity. His hands came up, gripping Harry's shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fine wool.

Harry broke the kiss, breathing harshly. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "Upstairs. Now."

He didn't wait for agreement. He simply took Severus's hand and pulled him from the library, back into the gallery, and up the sweeping staircase. Harry led him to the end, where a set of double doors opened with a wave of his hands. The master was dominated by a vast, canopied bed draped in charcoal grey linen.

Harry turned and backed Severus against the closed door. His hands went to the fastenings of Severus's teaching robes, working them with impatient movements. "This... utilitarian fabric has haunted my dreams for years," he muttered, almost to himself, as he pushed the heavy wool from Severus's shoulders. It pooled on the floor with a soft whump. "Always covering up what I couldn't stop wondering about."

Severus stood still, allowing it, though his heart hammered against his ribs as Harry's fingers made quick work of his waistcoat, his shirt buttons. Then the cool air of the room hit his bare skin, raising gooseflesh. Harry's gaze traveled over his pale, lean torso.

"Fuck," Harry breathed as his hands settled on Severus's hips. "You are... exquisite." He leaned in, and his mouth found the junction of Severus's neck and shoulder. He bit down. It was not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. A shudder wracked through Severus, and a low groan escaped his lips.

Then Harry was on his knees.

Severus's brain stuttered to a halt. Harry Potter, on his knees before him, looking up with those intense green eyes while his hands worked open the fastenings of Severus's trousers.

"This," Harry said breathlessly as he pushed trousers and boxers down Severus's thighs, freeing his half-hard cock, "is what I wanted. To see you like this. To taste you."

He didn't wait, nor did he tease. He leaned forward and took Severus into his mouth in one smooth motion. Severus's head thudded back against the door as a choked, ragged sound tore from his throat. His hands flew out and fingers tangled in Harry's hair.

Harry sucked him deep, his tongue working relentlessly, his hands gripping Severus's bare arse, pulling him closer, and taking him deeper. "Potter... Harry...," Severus gritted out.

Harry hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight up Severus's spine. He pulled off, breathing heavily. "I want to hear you," he growled, "I want to know what it takes to make the great Severus Snape come apart." Then he dove back in.

It was too much. Something coiled in Severus's gut as his fingers tightened in Harry's hair and his thighs trembled. "I'm going to...," Severus warned. Harry's only response was to take him deeper.

Severus came with a raw cry, pulsing down Harry's throat. Harry took it all, swallowing steadily, until Severus was spent, trembling and oversensitive, sagging back against the door. Harry then pulled off slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked utterly debauched. He rose to his feet, and his own arousal was evident in the tight fit of his trousers. "That," Harry murmured, "was just the beginning. The bed. Now."

He guided Severus, whose legs felt like water, away from the door and toward the massive bed. Then he pushed him down onto the cool linen. He followed him down and covered his body with his own. Harry kissed him, long and deep, before his mouth began to travel south again; over his chest, his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel; but this time, he didn't stop at the softening cock. He kept going, pushing Severus's thighs apart.

"Potter..." Severus tensed.

"Harry," came the muffled correction from between his cheeks. "And relax. I told you. I take care of what's mine."

The first lick was a bolt of lightning. Severus jolted. Harry's tongue was hot, wet, and relentlessly thorough. He licked and probed and suckled, while his hands held Severus firmly in place. It was the most intimate, the most vulnerable, the most profane thing Severus had ever experienced. Severus buried his face in the pillow as his fingers clawed at the sheets. His back arched as Harry feasted on him with a single-minded intensity.

"So fucking perfect," Harry growled, lifting his head for a moment. Then he cast a wandless, wordless lubrication charm. The cool slick made Severus jump, while Harry pressed a finger inside.

Severus was panting, and his cock was filling again against his own stomach. Harry worked him open with careful patience. One finger, then two, scissoring and curling, searching until Severus cried out as Harry's fingers found that bundle of nerves.

"There it is," Harry murmured. He added a third finger, stretching Severus thoroughly. Severus was babbling, nonsensical, half-formed words and pleas at this point.

When Harry finally judged him ready, he withdrew his fingers and then knelt between Severus's spread legs. He made quick work of his own clothes, shedding them with impatience.

"Look at me," Harry commanded as he applied lube to his own member. Severus forced his eyes open. "This is mine tonight," Harry said as he positioned himself. And then he pushed inside.

Severus gasped at the stretch. Harry's face was a mask of intense concentration as he held himself still, letting Severus adjust. Then he began to move.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "You feel... unbelievable," Harry groaned. His forehead dropped to Severus's shoulder. "So tight. So fucking hot. Taking me so well." He shifted his angle slightly, and on the next thrust, he hit that spot inside.

Severus saw stars. A moan was torn from him. Then the Potion master wrapped his legs around Harry's waist. His heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him deeper and meeting his thrusts as best he could.

"That's it," Harry encouraged, his voice rough with praise. "Take it. Take all of it. You were made for this. For me." The words were filthy and possessive and drove Severus higher. He was hurtling toward another climax.

Harry seemed to sense it. He reared back, pulling Severus with him so the other was sitting in Harry's lap. The new angle made Severus gasp. Harry's arms wrapped around him, and one hand fisted his hair, pulling Severus's head back to expose his throat while the other hand wrapped around Severus's leaking cock.

"Come for me," Harry said while his hand worked Severus's cock in time with his punishing rhythm. "Let me feel you come on my cock."

Severus shattered. His orgasm ripped through him with intensity. The sensation of Severus clenching around him tore Harry's own control to shreds. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and followed him over the edge.

For a long minute, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire in the hearth and their slowing, ragged breaths. Harry held him close. His hands were stroking slowly over Severus's back. Eventually, Harry shifted them, laying Severus back on the damp sheets. He vanished the mess with a lazy flick of his wrist, then summoned a soft blanket before drawing it over them both.

Harry's thumb traced the line of Severus's cheekbone. "Well," he said, "That was... significantly better than a blind date mixer."

Severus didn't open his eyes, though a faint smirk touched his lips. "Your powers of understatement remain intact, Potter."

Meanwhile, in the Upper realm, Mortem had just bitten his hand by accident while watching his Snarry. "Ouch," He uttered before glaring at the now empty XL popcorn bucket.