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Apprenticed to Love 33/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 33/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 33
Severus lay on top of the covers, one hand resting behind his head as he watched Harry. Severus' skin was moon-pale except for the pale brown nubs of his nipples, a contrast to the pink of Harry's own. Harry was standing at the foot of the bed dressed in nothing but a silk kimono-style dressing gown that Severus had bought him as a present, but Severus was entirely naked. Harry took his time staring at the naked form of his husband; scanning his gaze from the softly furred chest and the light dusting of hairs on his limbs. But always his eyes returned to the cock. Severus' cock was slightly longer than Harry's, but it was thicker too and at the moment it sat straight up from Severus' groin with precome already leaking from the tip.
Harry licked his lips and swallowed as he followed the fingers of Severus' hand as he teased himself, his glittering eyes locked on Harry's. Harry took a deep breath and let his mind go, he let everything go. This was his husband, it was their honeymoon and he was not going to let what Malfoy did to him spoil it for a moment longer. He needed Severus, he wanted Severus in every way possible and tonight he was going to get him.
They hadn't discussed the letter since the day Harry had given it to Severus, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. No, it was deeper and better than that. They didn't discuss it because they didn't need to. They both knew. It was a shared experience now so Harry didn't need to tell Severus why a certain kind of touch made him uncomfortable, Severus already knew and reacted accordingly. They'd kissed and fondled for the past few days, both of them fully dressed, as if Severus knew Harry needed to take things slowly for a little while. It had been good, it had been more than good, for the heated kisses and touches were a tease and Harry didn't want to be teased anymore. He wanted everything his husband could give him and he wanted to give in return.
Severus seemed to know Harry's thoughts and he was aware when he could push things further and when he should back off, without Harry having to explain. That in turn brought with it a sense of freedom and lightness of being that Harry hadn't expected. In the days since the letter, Harry hadn't suffered from any nightmares at all. Nothing about Cedric or Sirius, nothing about Malfoy or Voldemort, and nothing about the Dursleys either. It seemed sharing what had happened had helped after all.
Severus gasped on the bed as his thumb stroked over the head of his cock. Harry could see precome glistening on his husband's skin and he ached to lick it off. He shifted his hips, the silk of his kimono glided against his skin and spikes of arousal shot through him at every touch.
"Feels good against the skin, doesn't it?" Severus asked him huskily.
"Yeah." Harry swallowed around the fluttering snitch that seemed to have lodged in his throat. In truth it was more than good. It made Harry want other things. Things like Severus' hands stroking him, Severus kissing him as if Harry was the very air he needed to live. Severus' eyes flicked to Harry's groin and the way Harry's erect cock was tenting the silk.
"Let me see you," Severus hissed, arching up into his hand.
Harry knelt down on the bed with his legs either side of Severus' waist and stilled Severus' hand. "No stroking. You're too close and tonight I have other plans for your cock."
Severus' eyes widened. "Harry, we don't have to, not if you're not ready."
"Oh, but I am ready, Severus. I love you and I want you to make love to me. Properly," Harry added on seeing that Severus was about to protest that what they normally did was making love too. "As in, I want your cock inside me. No, I crave it," Harry said at last. That's what it was, he realised, this empty feeling inside of him. He knelt up and untied his sash as slowly as he dared, loving the hitch of Severus' breath as he did so.
Harry didn't know whether it was the fact that he was still dressed or perhaps it was the position he found himself in – that of straddling Severus – but he felt in control of things. He knew that whatever happened tonight, it was going to be his choice. How could he have doubted what he and Severus had between them? It was as different to what had happened with Malfoy as day was to night.
Harry dropped the sash on the floor by the side of the bed and slid the kimono off both shoulders, revealing himself a bit at a time, teasing his husband. The silk bunched up around his thighs and groin, hiding the fact that he was hard, but neither of them needed to see his cock to know it. Harry slid the material down a bit further, but it seemed Severus was no longer in the mood for teasing. He yanked the rest of the garment down and pulled Harry's head towards him for a heated kiss.
Harry had always loved kissing Severus and tonight was no exception. The motion of Severus' lips against his own made him writhe and wriggle, his hips just couldn't keep still. There was a tug, a tussle and suddenly Harry found himself lying on his back with Severus pinning his arms high above his head. Harry gasped and bucked against his husband.
Severus pulled his mouth away from their kiss and noticed what he'd been doing with his hands.
"Too much?" he asked, about to release Harry's arms.
"No," Harry replied, almost breathless. "Not from you. I like it. I love it when you're forceful like that." Being bound by Severus, being held by Severus felt nothing like being manacled to a dungeon wall. He was safe here; he would always be safe with Severus.
Severus' eyes seemed to darken at that – although how eyes already black could darken Harry didn't know – just before he pressed his mouth against Harry's once more and kissed him desperately, passionately, still pinning Harry to the bed. Harry felt so wild, so abandoned tonight as if he would die if they didn't do something and do it now. Severus knew him so well, knew enough to tease and make him ache with want before he would even think of letting Harry come.
"Please!" Harry gasped out, pulling his mouth away from the kiss and arching his body like a cat.
Severus was flush against him, a welcome pressure on his cock. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. "Touch me, please!" Harry begged shamelessly.
Severus grinned down at him before letting go of Harry's hands and scattering kisses along Harry's shoulder and chest. He spent a bit of time nibbling and sucking on Harry's nipples, making them stand out like pebbles as Harry babbled a string of incoherent nonsense. Things like more and please and fuck and even before Severus got anywhere near Harry's cock, Harry felt his whole body shatter like crystal and he came, cock fountaining over his belly and chest, each pulse a counterpoint to the sucks Severus was giving his nipple.
"Merlin, Harry, you're so responsive," Severus observed wonderingly, lifting his head to stare deep into Harry's eyes.
Harry felt that ache again, that deeper ache that wasn't fulfilled yet, and he took hold of one of Severus' fingers and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Severus groaned and closed his eyes, his cock pressing hard against Harry's leg.
"I need more, Severus. I need you inside me."
Severus' eyes fluttered open. "Which way?" Severus asked and Harry blushed under the scrutiny. They could do it both ways, he realised, but at the moment he knew which need was greater. Harry pushed Severus' hands down between his thighs and let Severus feel that secret place that no one else had ever known, would ever know.
Severus' fingers dipped inside, making both of them groan. "Gods, Harry! You're so wet, so open."
Harry widened his legs, noticing that as Severus stroked him inside, his cock was twitching once more too, making him feel double the pleasure. "Severus! In me! In me!" Harry pleaded, widening his legs so Severus was in no doubt as to what Harry needed right now.
Severus sat up on his knees, then lifted Harry's thighs and pushed them back towards Harry's shoulders, making Harry feel so exposed, so wanton. Part of him wanted to hide way, to snap his legs closed, but Severus was looking at him with such wonder, such awe in his expression that Harry felt a million miles away from being a freak. Severus made him feel so special.
Severus slid forward, aiming unerringly where Harry needed him to go. Harry had expected a bit of pain, and there was at first, but not as much as he had been expecting. Severus eased in slowly, trying to get Harry used to it, but Harry was feeling too excited for slow. "Harder!" he moaned, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist and pulling Severus towards him. "I won't break, Severus."
Severus looked deep into his eyes and nodded, before taking Harry at his word, pumping his hips faster and faster. Harry was flying; he had never felt anything like this before. His own fingers were no match for the length and thickness of Severus' cock that brushed against his inner walls with every thrust. Harry's cock was squashed between them, spurting precome onto both their bellies and chests as Severus' thrusts intensified.
"Harry! I can't! I can't hold on any longer!" Severus wailed, sweat dripping down his face.
"Then don't," Harry whispered. "Come for me. Come inside me like you want to."
Severus howled as his hips snapped, once, twice, three times as he emptied himself inside Harry. Harry was a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to come again; just a little bit longer and he was sure he would have been coming too. He didn't feel sated, but he'd already come once tonight, so he should be satisfied with that. As Severus let his cock slip out, Harry sat up, ready to go to the bathroom.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
"I was going to get a cloth from the bathroom to clean us up."
"Why? We're not finished yet. You're not finished yet," Severus said, his head nodding in the direction of Harry's swollen cock.
"But you've come already," Harry said, not really understanding. They'd made love already.
Severus pushed Harry back down on the bed. "Harry, did you honestly believe we were finished making love because I'd come?"
"Um, yeah?"
"We're lovers, Harry. It is a mutual thing and did you forget I'm supposed to be spoiling you? Relax and let me take care of you."
Severus kissed his way down Harry's chest, his head dipping between Harry's thighs and his hand wrapped around Harry's cock.
Harry gasped at his husband's ministrations, the delightful tease of tongue and hand and let him do just that.
Twice.
TBC
Title: Apprenticed to Love 33/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 33
Severus lay on top of the covers, one hand resting behind his head as he watched Harry. Severus' skin was moon-pale except for the pale brown nubs of his nipples, a contrast to the pink of Harry's own. Harry was standing at the foot of the bed dressed in nothing but a silk kimono-style dressing gown that Severus had bought him as a present, but Severus was entirely naked. Harry took his time staring at the naked form of his husband; scanning his gaze from the softly furred chest and the light dusting of hairs on his limbs. But always his eyes returned to the cock. Severus' cock was slightly longer than Harry's, but it was thicker too and at the moment it sat straight up from Severus' groin with precome already leaking from the tip.
Harry licked his lips and swallowed as he followed the fingers of Severus' hand as he teased himself, his glittering eyes locked on Harry's. Harry took a deep breath and let his mind go, he let everything go. This was his husband, it was their honeymoon and he was not going to let what Malfoy did to him spoil it for a moment longer. He needed Severus, he wanted Severus in every way possible and tonight he was going to get him.
They hadn't discussed the letter since the day Harry had given it to Severus, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. No, it was deeper and better than that. They didn't discuss it because they didn't need to. They both knew. It was a shared experience now so Harry didn't need to tell Severus why a certain kind of touch made him uncomfortable, Severus already knew and reacted accordingly. They'd kissed and fondled for the past few days, both of them fully dressed, as if Severus knew Harry needed to take things slowly for a little while. It had been good, it had been more than good, for the heated kisses and touches were a tease and Harry didn't want to be teased anymore. He wanted everything his husband could give him and he wanted to give in return.
Severus seemed to know Harry's thoughts and he was aware when he could push things further and when he should back off, without Harry having to explain. That in turn brought with it a sense of freedom and lightness of being that Harry hadn't expected. In the days since the letter, Harry hadn't suffered from any nightmares at all. Nothing about Cedric or Sirius, nothing about Malfoy or Voldemort, and nothing about the Dursleys either. It seemed sharing what had happened had helped after all.
Severus gasped on the bed as his thumb stroked over the head of his cock. Harry could see precome glistening on his husband's skin and he ached to lick it off. He shifted his hips, the silk of his kimono glided against his skin and spikes of arousal shot through him at every touch.
"Feels good against the skin, doesn't it?" Severus asked him huskily.
"Yeah." Harry swallowed around the fluttering snitch that seemed to have lodged in his throat. In truth it was more than good. It made Harry want other things. Things like Severus' hands stroking him, Severus kissing him as if Harry was the very air he needed to live. Severus' eyes flicked to Harry's groin and the way Harry's erect cock was tenting the silk.
"Let me see you," Severus hissed, arching up into his hand.
Harry knelt down on the bed with his legs either side of Severus' waist and stilled Severus' hand. "No stroking. You're too close and tonight I have other plans for your cock."
Severus' eyes widened. "Harry, we don't have to, not if you're not ready."
"Oh, but I am ready, Severus. I love you and I want you to make love to me. Properly," Harry added on seeing that Severus was about to protest that what they normally did was making love too. "As in, I want your cock inside me. No, I crave it," Harry said at last. That's what it was, he realised, this empty feeling inside of him. He knelt up and untied his sash as slowly as he dared, loving the hitch of Severus' breath as he did so.
Harry didn't know whether it was the fact that he was still dressed or perhaps it was the position he found himself in – that of straddling Severus – but he felt in control of things. He knew that whatever happened tonight, it was going to be his choice. How could he have doubted what he and Severus had between them? It was as different to what had happened with Malfoy as day was to night.
Harry dropped the sash on the floor by the side of the bed and slid the kimono off both shoulders, revealing himself a bit at a time, teasing his husband. The silk bunched up around his thighs and groin, hiding the fact that he was hard, but neither of them needed to see his cock to know it. Harry slid the material down a bit further, but it seemed Severus was no longer in the mood for teasing. He yanked the rest of the garment down and pulled Harry's head towards him for a heated kiss.
Harry had always loved kissing Severus and tonight was no exception. The motion of Severus' lips against his own made him writhe and wriggle, his hips just couldn't keep still. There was a tug, a tussle and suddenly Harry found himself lying on his back with Severus pinning his arms high above his head. Harry gasped and bucked against his husband.
Severus pulled his mouth away from their kiss and noticed what he'd been doing with his hands.
"Too much?" he asked, about to release Harry's arms.
"No," Harry replied, almost breathless. "Not from you. I like it. I love it when you're forceful like that." Being bound by Severus, being held by Severus felt nothing like being manacled to a dungeon wall. He was safe here; he would always be safe with Severus.
Severus' eyes seemed to darken at that – although how eyes already black could darken Harry didn't know – just before he pressed his mouth against Harry's once more and kissed him desperately, passionately, still pinning Harry to the bed. Harry felt so wild, so abandoned tonight as if he would die if they didn't do something and do it now. Severus knew him so well, knew enough to tease and make him ache with want before he would even think of letting Harry come.
"Please!" Harry gasped out, pulling his mouth away from the kiss and arching his body like a cat.
Severus was flush against him, a welcome pressure on his cock. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. "Touch me, please!" Harry begged shamelessly.
Severus grinned down at him before letting go of Harry's hands and scattering kisses along Harry's shoulder and chest. He spent a bit of time nibbling and sucking on Harry's nipples, making them stand out like pebbles as Harry babbled a string of incoherent nonsense. Things like more and please and fuck and even before Severus got anywhere near Harry's cock, Harry felt his whole body shatter like crystal and he came, cock fountaining over his belly and chest, each pulse a counterpoint to the sucks Severus was giving his nipple.
"Merlin, Harry, you're so responsive," Severus observed wonderingly, lifting his head to stare deep into Harry's eyes.
Harry felt that ache again, that deeper ache that wasn't fulfilled yet, and he took hold of one of Severus' fingers and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Severus groaned and closed his eyes, his cock pressing hard against Harry's leg.
"I need more, Severus. I need you inside me."
Severus' eyes fluttered open. "Which way?" Severus asked and Harry blushed under the scrutiny. They could do it both ways, he realised, but at the moment he knew which need was greater. Harry pushed Severus' hands down between his thighs and let Severus feel that secret place that no one else had ever known, would ever know.
Severus' fingers dipped inside, making both of them groan. "Gods, Harry! You're so wet, so open."
Harry widened his legs, noticing that as Severus stroked him inside, his cock was twitching once more too, making him feel double the pleasure. "Severus! In me! In me!" Harry pleaded, widening his legs so Severus was in no doubt as to what Harry needed right now.
Severus sat up on his knees, then lifted Harry's thighs and pushed them back towards Harry's shoulders, making Harry feel so exposed, so wanton. Part of him wanted to hide way, to snap his legs closed, but Severus was looking at him with such wonder, such awe in his expression that Harry felt a million miles away from being a freak. Severus made him feel so special.
Severus slid forward, aiming unerringly where Harry needed him to go. Harry had expected a bit of pain, and there was at first, but not as much as he had been expecting. Severus eased in slowly, trying to get Harry used to it, but Harry was feeling too excited for slow. "Harder!" he moaned, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist and pulling Severus towards him. "I won't break, Severus."
Severus looked deep into his eyes and nodded, before taking Harry at his word, pumping his hips faster and faster. Harry was flying; he had never felt anything like this before. His own fingers were no match for the length and thickness of Severus' cock that brushed against his inner walls with every thrust. Harry's cock was squashed between them, spurting precome onto both their bellies and chests as Severus' thrusts intensified.
"Harry! I can't! I can't hold on any longer!" Severus wailed, sweat dripping down his face.
"Then don't," Harry whispered. "Come for me. Come inside me like you want to."
Severus howled as his hips snapped, once, twice, three times as he emptied himself inside Harry. Harry was a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to come again; just a little bit longer and he was sure he would have been coming too. He didn't feel sated, but he'd already come once tonight, so he should be satisfied with that. As Severus let his cock slip out, Harry sat up, ready to go to the bathroom.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
"I was going to get a cloth from the bathroom to clean us up."
"Why? We're not finished yet. You're not finished yet," Severus said, his head nodding in the direction of Harry's swollen cock.
"But you've come already," Harry said, not really understanding. They'd made love already.
Severus pushed Harry back down on the bed. "Harry, did you honestly believe we were finished making love because I'd come?"
"Um, yeah?"
"We're lovers, Harry. It is a mutual thing and did you forget I'm supposed to be spoiling you? Relax and let me take care of you."
Severus kissed his way down Harry's chest, his head dipping between Harry's thighs and his hand wrapped around Harry's cock.
Harry gasped at his husband's ministrations, the delightful tease of tongue and hand and let him do just that.
Twice.
TBC