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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Spanking, snarody, Humor, Teacher/Student, snarry
  Series:
      Part 4 of The_Epic_of_Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-03 Words: 2670
****** A Handful of Harry ******
by abstractconcept
Summary
     In a yummily cliché move on my part, Severus is able to get his hands
     on the thing he’s always wanted—Harry’s tail. And he gets to turn
     Harry over his knee and thwap him one for every time he’s annoyed the
     man. Pity for him that Harry enjoys this so much. But that’s okay,
     because Harry’s kink will be fun for Severus, too…
… Harry took it only a little reluctantly. “Yes,” he whispered. Snape pulled
him closer, and Harry shivered when that long, lean body was flush against his
own. He felt fingers weaving through the tendrils of his hair, and relaxed
fractionally. Snape could be a real bastard, but perhaps he’d be all right
about this...

 “I promise you’ll enjoy it,” that deep, dark, amused voice announced quietly.
“And if you find yourself uncomfortable, we can always revert to something
more…”

 “Vanilla?” Harry suggested, feeling much better about things. After all, he
had never actually hadsex with a man before—not that he was going to tell
Snapethat—and he felt, on the whole, that a good old-fashioned shagging would
be good enough for him.

 “I was going to say, ‘traditional,’ but you may call it what you like.” He
slid a hand under Harry’s chin and tilted the youth’s head up.

 Harry swallowed. Snape was only wearing a loose evening robe, which he hadn’t
done up very well when he came to answer his door, and the man’s warm prick was
escaping the robe, brushing lightly against Harry’s stomach. This was making it
very difficult for Harry to think. He couldn’t help but squirm a little,
rubbing his body against that hot, silky flesh. He was so absorbed in the
sensation that he barely heard the resulting moan from Severus.

 “God Almighty,” the Potions Master murmured with heartfelt longing. “Do you
have any inkling of what you are doingto me?” He began pushing back against
Harry’s flesh, letting his body fall into the tempo of a needy grind. His voice
became low and husky when Harry nudged back, the student’s own erection
brushing against Severus’s thigh. “I swear, you are muchmore dangerous than the
Dark Lord; I have never met anyone more infuriating nor seductive in all my
life.”

 The Potions Master’s fingers slid down to tickle the nape of Harry’s neck, and
Harry let his head rest against the man’s chest, which rose and fell with every
shallow breath. He whimpered when Snape pushed his thigh between Harry’s legs,
nudging them apart a little. “I’mdangerous?” Harry panted heavily.
“I’minfuriating? I’mseductive? You’ve got to be joking. You’re—the one—who
started—all thissss….” As Snape rocked against the youth, Harry found himself
losing concentration, trailing off with a hiss.

 Snape chuckled; a lovely rumble which sent amazing vibrations through Harry’s
cock. “You think this is myfault? You were the one standing in my classroom
this morning, dripping wet, licking your lips, groaning ‘I need,’ and all but
beggingto be fucked.” He bent his head to gain access to Harry’s neck, where he
bit down gently.

 Harry gasped. “I wasn’t. Not exactly. Not at first! I just wanted water…but
you had to go—go and—you said—those words!” His breath was coming harshly now,
and he dug his fingers into Snape’s shoulder. “God, the things you said…” Snape
licked a trail up to Harry’s ear, where he sucked the lobe into his mouth, and
Harry’s eyes fell shut, one hand rubbing eager circles on the man’s chest.
“After what you said—After—that voice—Godyesagain—Anyone would have been
begging to be fucked after that!”

 Snape merely tugged him forward, manoeuvring him past the students’ desks,
pulling him towards the front of the room. “Let’s just see how long, exactly,
it takes to get you to beg this evening, shall we?” He slid around his own desk
and into his chair, pulling Harry into his lap.

 Harry was quite pleased to follow, and found that sitting across the man’s
thighs raised him up enough that he could kiss Severus without getting quite so
much a kink in his neck. He’d grown quite a bit since first year, but the man
was damned tall. Fisting one hand in Severus’s hair, Harry slipped the other
under the man’s robe, running his fingers over every inch of skin he could
reach.

 Severus, in the meanwhile, occupied himself engaging Harry’s tongue in a
delicate dance, leading it into his own mouth and allowing the youth to explore
a while, then forcing it back between Harry’s lips. Once he’d followed there,
he flicked the tip of his tongue gently against Harry’s again and again, before
plundering the sweet cavern. The muffled moans the boy gave in return were most
gratifying.

 Eventually, the Potions Master pulled away, leaving his student gasping for
air. Leaning back, Snape allowed himself a moment to savour the sight of the
wet, reddened lips, and the dark lashes that adorned the half-lowered lids of
the young man’s eyes. “Do you know,” he purred silkily, “How often I wished to
find a way to still your aggravating tongue? Had I known that all I needed to
do was suck on it, I’m nearly certain I’d have done it long ago.”

 Harry’s head fell back as he groaned, exposing the column of his throat. The
combination of Snape’s voice and the various words he enjoyed using could
probably push Harry to orgasm without the man touching him. “That’swhy this is
all your fault,” he couldn’t help but point out.

 Snape stared at the smooth skin before him before lifting a hand to skim his
fingers up and down that lovely neck. “I disagree. Youwere the one who started
this, and you did so with the same infuriatingly mouth-watering actions that
you’re exhibiting now. I, Mister Potter, was not the one who stayed after
class, skin glistening with what shouldhave been—if the Gods had any mercy—a
powerful lust potion, moaning, ‘I need, I need, I need¸’ stripping my robe off
and dropping it to the floor, and licking my lips as though—as though—Holy
God…those lips…that tongue…” Severus trailed off as Harry leaned forward, and
began licking from the man’s collarbone down his chest.

 Harry pulled back with a smirk. “None of that was my fault,” he contended.
“And youshould have been watching Neville more closely in any case. You’re the
one that let things get out of hand.” He flicked his tongue impishly across the
man’s thin lips.

 Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Are you contradictingme? Why Mister Potter, I do
believe you need to be disciplined.”

 Harry shuddered deliciously. God, how did a punishment from Snape get flipped
from a nightmare to a wet dream in the course of one day? Well…perhaps it
hadn’t just happened today, exactly. After all, he hadnoticed the earthy
sensuality of the man’s whiskey timbre before…and the way he whirled around and
went storming through the halls with those long, longstrides…and how his
flashing eyes so often caught Harry’s own and dared him to look away…Harry
frowned as Snape pushed him off his lap.

 The man was doing it again, his charcoal eyes burning as they travelled over
Harry’s youthful flesh. One brow rose impatiently. “Bend over, Mister Potter,”
he ordered smoothly.

 Harry gulped. “Over—over your desk?”

 “No,” Snape replied, putting a hand on the back of Harry’s neck and pushing
the young man down, across his lap. As he kept one hand on Harry’s neck, the
professor glided the other down the youth’s back, goose bumps rising on the
exposed skin as fingertips lightly brushed the boy’s spine. The hand paused for
a moment at the small of Harry’s back before continuing to the base of his
spine, then riding the swell of his arse out and down to the top of his thigh.

 Harry gave a shuddering sigh of pleasure. These were not the hands of a
fumbling teenage boy. Thesewere the hands of a magician. These were the
talented fingers of a Potions Master, who always knew how much, and where, and
what would happen as a result. These were, in short, the hands of a man who
knew what he was doing.

 “Are you enjoying yourself, Mister Potter?” Snape’s smug voice caressed his
ears.

 “Ummmm…” was all Harry could respond, as that hand began massaging his arse,
and he felt the warmth of the Potions Master’s erection brushing his ribs.

 Suddenly, the man’s hand jerked back, and connected with his rear again with a
soft thwack. Harry jumped a little, shooting Snape a look over his shoulder. It
hadn’t particularly hurt, but he had been unprepared.

 Snape merely lifted his lip a little; in a smile or a sneer, Harry couldn’t
tell. “Selfish wretch that you are,” he said with contempt. “This is mykink,
and you—” another, slightly harder smack to Harry’s ass, “—are here—” once
again, the blow aimed a bit lower this time, touching the very top of his
thighs but still connecting with both cheeks, “—to satisfy me.” He cupped the
boy’s cheek gently before giving it another smack, and was pleased when Potter
squirmed a bit, his still-present hardness pressing against the top of
Severus’s leg.

 Harry’s breathing was coming hot and heavy. He couldn’t believe it. This
actually felt good. He’d expected it to hurt when Snape hit him—and had
expected Snape to take full advantage of the opportunity and really lay them
on—but instead of the searing pain he’d imagined, what he was getting was more
like…an overload of sensation. And it was not as unpleasant as he’d been led to
believe. “You know, fun as this is, maybe we should move it to the
bedroom…Severus?”

 Snape answered with a rather heavier hand than before, but did not respond to
the suggestion. He had his own plans. “Shall I name your transgressions as I
go, Mister Potter?” Severus asked aloud, more or less rhetorically. “One: for
all the times you’ve talked back to me,” he said, bringing his hand down
roughly. Was it just Severus, or was the squeak Harry gave not entirely
discontented? “Two: for all the times you’ve run head long into trouble,
forcing me to go in after you.” Again came the slap of palm to bottom, and
again a small noise from the youth. “Three: for every potions ingredient you
ever pilfered from me, or ever was stolen at your behest or to your benefit.”
The hand rose, but paused in mid-air. “And don’t you daredeny it; I knowthings
have gone missing and that you used them” The hand came swiftly down, striking
the firm backside. “Four: for walking about, being such a delicious thing, and
every time you’ve licked, bit, or chewed upon your already overly-tempting lips
within my presence.” He gave the boy another lick. “Five: for looking up at me
with seeming perfect innocence even after showing off that trim, athletic frame
and doing your best to make your professor as randy as humanly possible.”

 Harry answered that spank with a muffled chuckle. “I suppose I might be guilty
of that, at least,” he acknowledged cheekily. Snape smacked him again, and
added a pinch to Harry’s rear for good measure, producing a yelp.

 Harry tried to look at the man over his shoulder, scowling at the abuse.
Severus’s eyes narrowed, and he gave Harry a long, smouldering look before
slapping his ass again. “You aren’t complaining, are you, Mister Potter? You
oughtn’t; we both know damn well you’ve been asking for this since the first
day you set foot in this school. All your life,” he hit Harry again, “You’ve
been waiting for someone to take you in hand.”

 Wriggling, Harry tried to turn on his side a little, yearning to feel the
Potions Master’s prick against his own. Snape’s hand paused a moment in between
smacks, then rubbed the youth’s ass greedily before creeping up to snake its
way under the soft fabric of Harry’s pyjamas. Harry gripped Severus’s leg
tightly, fighting a sudden rush from his libido. He could feel his cock
pulsing, throbbingwith need, and he rubbed himself more roughly against the
man’s lap.

 Snape ran a tongue over his teeth. It was exhilarating that Potter was so
responsive. The writhing and moaning going on in Severus’s own lap was driving
him to distraction. Closing his eyes, he stroked the supple, heated skin of the
youth’s arse. “I think we’ve done for clothing for the evening, Potter. You’re
terribly overdressed to be visiting my lap.” So saying, he tugged the pyjama
bottoms down, pausing as Harry pulled them loose from where they’d caught on
the young man’s straining prick, then guiding them softly past slender hips.
“Perfect,” he said huskily, eyeing the flawless skin, shades of cream and peach
and flushed rose where Snape’s own hand had struck it.

 Harry trembled softly as the man blew lightly over the area that was flushed
pink. “Good Christ,” Harry moaned loudly. “Can’t we take this into the bedroom,
yet?” Ignoring this, Severus continued squeezing and skimming over the satin
globes. He ran one finger along the crevice of Harry’s arse, and the boy pushed
back against him. With a wicked smile, he carefully pushed one of Harry’s legs
out, then leisurely slipped a hand down to fondly the youth’s balls. “Oh. God.”
Harry’s shoulders heaved as he panted and clutched for purchase at Severus’s
leg. “Please, Severus, please. God, bed, please, now, Severus!”

 “Now?” Snape responded with an air of surprise.

 “Yes, now! You fucker, please!” Harry nearly wailed with need as the man
continued to grope him.

 Chuckling softly, the man eased an arm under Harry’s chest and helped lever
him to his feet. “You had only to ask,” he remarked in a cool voice.

 Harry gave him a dirty look. “You made me beg,” he accused the man.

 “You lovedit,” Severus told him, his voice dropping until it was rich and warm
and filled with honey and the promise of sexual pleasure. “You love whatever I
do to you, and you love giving up control to me. You loved being spread across
my lap like a feast, and you loved it even better that I drank in the sight of
you as though you were fine wine. You enjoyed every single strike, Mister
Potter, and what’s more, you revelledin the fact that I was the one giving them
to you.”

 Harry gulped a couple of times. He ran an ardent tongue over his teeth. “Fuck
yesI bloody well did,” he blurted out, flustered. “Although, you know
something? I think I get off as much on your words as I do your actions. I
mean, the spanking was fun, but hearing you talk about it that way…that’ssexy.
I love it when you start saying raunchy things in that golden voice.”

 “Silver voice, Potter,” Snape corrected, although he waspreening a bit. “Gold
is a Gryffindor colour, and has no place in my mouth.” He smiled. “Our Golden
boy, however, may just claim a home there.” To his unexpected delight, a faint
blush rose in Potter’s cheeks.

 “Can we leave the newspapers’ epithets out of the bedroom?” he asked wryly.
“I’d like to shrug off my fame for the evening, if you don’t mind.”

 Snape stepped back so he could take in the youth’s body, and ran his eyes down
the lithe physique, inch by luscious inch. The blush travelled downward as
well, creeping along Harry’s throat and spreading over the lean muscles of his
chest. “I don’t know, Potter. I rather relish the thought of taking you and
making you the Boy Who Sucked Cock. It might be enjoyable to make certain
headlines with you. Perhaps, should you be talented enough, you might earn the
title of the Boy Who Gave Wonderful Head. Severus Snape, Potions Master and Spy
Extraordinaire, regularly fucks the sweet young mouth of the hero of the
Wizarding world…article continues on page two.” He continued with his once-over
across the young man’s body, and looked up to see lidded eyes under thick
lashes and a tousled head of hair.

 “Forget the bedroom; where the hell do I get the caramel?” Harry rasped
hungrily.

 Snape smirked.
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