HP fic: Admittance, ch. 2: Dessert [Harry/Snape/Draco, adult]
Title: Admittance Chapter 2, "Dessert" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Snape/Draco Rating: adult Warnings: none, really Summary: When Draco invites a certain former professor over, he doesn't bother to discuss his plans with Harry.
The door buzzer shrilled loudly through the flat. "Get that, would you Harry?" Draco called out.
"It's bound to be some wretched Muggle wanting us to sign a petition about the road-widening scheme," Harry grumbled. "Better to just ignore it."
The buzzer sounded again. With a sigh Harry heaved himself up off the couch and opened the door. "Whatever it is, we don't..."
His jaw dropped open as he saw who was standing outside his home. Snape! Professor Snape, chided Dumbledore's voice in his head, which was the only reason Harry managed to remain polite enough to say, "Sir. What are you doing... that is, what brings you here?"
Snape's sneer was dishearteningly familiar as he replied, "I was invited." He produced a piece of parchment from a pocket in his robe and handed it to Harry. "By your... housemate."
Harry didn't need to read the letter; a glance at Draco's handwriting was enough to confirm that Snape was telling the truth. But Draco hadn't mentioned a word of this to Harry. What was he playing at?
"It's customary to invite a guest inside, Mr. Potter."
"Um. Fine." Stepping back from the doorway, Harry gestured toward the couch he had abandoned to answer the buzzer. "Sit down. I'll just get Draco." Stalking down the hall, he burst into the kitchen and hissed, "What is Snape doing here?"
Draco looked around from where he was setting glasses and a decanter on a tea tray. His smirk was irrepressible. "You heard me tell my parents that I'd have him over. And you agreed that we should invite him for dessert sometime."
"I was joking! We'd been talking about...!" Harry didn't want to repeat in detail what they had been talking about -- not with Snape sitting just outside the room. "I'd think you would tell me if you were inviting him!" he fumed.
"But that would spoil the surprise." With an innocent smile, Draco pointed toward the icebox. "There's whipped cream in there."
Harry flushed pink, not entirely in anger. "And what did you have in mind -- spreading it on him?"
"Actually I thought we'd use it with the berries, but if you want to suggest..."
"Shut up!" Elbowing Draco aside, Harry grabbed the tray. "You can bring in the whipped cream. I'll take the drinks."
The glasses jittered on the tray as he marched back into the sitting room where Snape looked entirely too much at home for Harry's taste. He took a firm grip on his annoyance and set the tray down on an end table. "Would you like a drink?" He was damned if he was going to call Snape "sir" again.
"Thank you, Mister Potter," Snape replied as if Harry had just held out an essay that he was looking forward to marking all over with red ink. When Draco followed Harry into the room, Snape glanced up and Harry thought that he looked a bit curious, as if maybe Snape didn't even know why he was there. Turning to follow Snape's gaze, Harry discovered that Draco was only barely holding back another smirk.
"Out with it. What are you two up to?"
"Can't I invite my old Head of House for drinks and dessert without suspicion?" said Draco in his most innocent tone.
"No," responded Harry and Snape at the same time. They glared at each other, then Harry looked back at Draco, who was giving Snape his most charming smile.
"It was actually Harry who gave me the idea to ask you over," he said airily, and Harry felt his cheeks heat again. Fine -- he wouldn't say anything for the rest of the evening. "I was talking about you, remembering things I missed from Hogwarts..."
"Things you missed from Hogwarts?" Snape's voice was thick with suspicion, and, Harry thought, perhaps just a tinge of unease. Which probably meant that the story Draco had told him was true!
"Oh, you know. Potions. Detentions. All those things that are so dreary when one's in school, but afterward one realizes that they've lent a certain interest to life," Draco said.
"I hardly think that Mr. Potter can have missed either Potions class or his frequent detentions," Snape replied.
"No, those were things I missed." Draco's smile spread archly across his face.
"I don't recall detention being a regular part of your school life..." Snape began and then instantly looked as if he regretted the words. "Malfoy, get to the point. Why am I here?"
"I was sort of wondering that too," muttered Harry, rapidly abandoning his plan of keeping silent. He tried to ignore the fact that hearing Snape talk down to Draco was turning him on.
"As I said, it was Harry's idea. We were having dessert one night, and your name... came up," said Draco. Harry nearly choked on his drink. "It seems that he has had, shall we say, ambivalent feelings about you," continued Draco blithely.
"I was under the impression that Mister Potter's feelings toward me consisted of unmitigated dislike, perhaps tempered in some minuscule amount now by his realization that I was never, in fact, working for his imminent destruction and the end of the Wizarding world as we know it." But Snape was studying Harry, and Harry struggled to keep his eyes elsewhere... anywhere but where Snape might try to read his mind!
"Well, there is that," conceded Draco. "But when I told him that sometimes I was a very naughty student and you had to discipline me..."
"Draco," Harry and Snape warned nearly simultaneously, and once again glared at each other for having had the identical response.
Harry would have called it a giggle if the sound had come from anyone else. "Surely you remember that time when I was working on an unauthorized potion during sixth year..."
"Vaguely," said Snape in his most repressive voice. "I hardly keep track of every bit of foolishness perpetuated by students. Especially in classes that I did not teach. Professor Slughorn was your Potions instructor then." Harry saw him shift slightly, uncrossing his legs.
"Yes, he was, but I think you remember." Draco's smile was no longer quite so sweet. "I made a terrible mess in your private bathroom." Despite his own mortification, it was worth it, thought Harry, to see Snape's pale cheeks slowly color as he realized that Draco must have told Harry the entire story. "And do you know, Harry was so impressed, I think he wanted to act out the..."
"Does the word 'private' mean anything to you?" Harry interrupted, feeling a bit queasy.
"For once I must concede that Potter has asked an excellent question," growled Snape. The growl did strange things to Harry's stomach, but not bad things.
"But if Harry knows, I think you ought to know that he knows," said Draco.
Snape huffed out a breath and stood up. "I might have expected such behavior from Potter, but not from you, Mr. Malfoy. Good night."
Draco was standing next to Snape so quickly that Harry didn't have time to blink. "No, sir, I don't think you want to do that." His hand glanced across the front of Snape's robes. "I know you don't want to do that." Harry wasn't about to interfere; this was Draco's game. He watched Snape stare down at Draco and wondered whether he was using Legilimency on him, but he didn't think so; Draco was a better Occlumens than Harry and anyway, he would apparently be happy to say anything Snape wanted aloud. "You'd expect such behavior from Potter? That's interesting," continued Draco, moving his hand again.
Slowly Snape sat back down on the sofa. "That's not quite what I meant," he muttered.
"What did you mean, then?" Draco asked. Harry was curious, too. It was clear that Snape must be hard under those robes. "Did you want us to make it a good night for you? Because I for one am quite willing to do so. But you and Harry will have to agree."
Snape locked eyes with Harry rather quickly -- too much so for Harry to evade the gaze. He always felt transparent when Snape glared at him, even though Snape wasn't trying to pry into his thoughts and Harry believed that he could block him now if he tried. But who knew what bits of memory he had seen and remembered from their Occlumency lessons? For all his dislike of Snape, it suddenly occurred to Harry to be fervently grateful that the man was not the sort to go talking to The Daily Prophet.
"What is it that you're after, Malfoy?" demanded Snape, though his gaze was still on Harry.
"After all we've been through together, I should think you might call me Draco."
"Draco," Snape growled, and Harry shivered at the sound.
"I thought it was quite obvious, really, what I'm after. You. And Harry. Together," said Draco. Harry could feel his face flushing crimson as Draco added, "Since he wants you, and you want him."
Snape, at least, looked as uncomfortable as Harry felt. "What makes you think..." he started to say and then seemed to think better of it. "Potter, you don't look particularly gratified by Draco's choice of entertainment for the evening."
Thank Merlin, thought Harry, that Snape was looking at his face, rather than somewhat lower. "I, ah, I feel I'm at something of a disadvantage here," he managed to rasp out. "Considering that you've poked around in my brain, and apparently Draco will say anything that comes into his head..."
"Are you trying to claim that I'm lying?" demanded Draco.
Oh, hell. "No," Harry backed off. He paused. "Wait a minute. What did you just say about Snape wanting me?" If he was going to be put on the spot, he was going to make sure that someone else shared that distinction with him. Now he was able to look Snape in the eye with aplomb; if one of them went down here, it was not going to be himself alone.
Snape pursed his thin lips in a calculating manner. "I imagine you know that Draco wanted you even in school when the two of you were enemies -- that much was obvious even to observers," he drawled. "Since he seemed to find it amusing to hear your name in..."
"Oh, come off it!" Draco interrupted sarcastically. "Yes, Severus used to moan Harry's name just to turn me on, and Harry comes all over the place when I say 'Ten points from Gryffindor' because he thinks it will amuse me. Right. Makes perfect sense." Now Snape was carefully studying the erotic art on the walls, avoiding both their gazes, and Draco locked eyes with Harry. "I was trying to do you both a favor," he insisted.
Harry bit his lip. Draco seemed to be serious... although with Draco it was sometimes difficult to tell. Come on, you're a Gryffindor, he admonished himself. All about rushing in with more courage than good sense, right? "It's true. I do," he admitted, and when Draco gave the tiniest smile, he risked a glance at Snape, who was picking at a loose thread in the seam of his sleeve.
Snape's eyes flickered up to his. Harry had seen the look in them before; he just hadn't wanted to recognize it, it had been much easier to tell himself that Snape regarded him with unalloyed hatred. Inclining his head slightly toward Draco, Snape said, "I expect that even you know there is a difference between fantasy and reality. The fact that one suffers from certain physical responses does not necessarily mean..."
"Severus. He just said yes! Would you shut up and admit that the only time his first name ever escapes your lips is when you're five seconds from orgasm? You've called me Harry in the heat of the moment," Draco smirked. "A bit of a giveaway, that."
Snape did not deny this, yet his expression remained defiant. "And because of this... exactly what did you have in mind?"
"It's pretty simple, really," said Draco offhandedly, winking at Harry. "I thought you might like to fuck him and he might like that too. Or you might like to fuck me and let him watch. Or you..."
"Hang on," Harry broke in. "Don't I get any say in this?" Although both the possibilities Draco had suggested sounded quite appealing to his very interested cock, he didn't want to be assigned a role with no consultation.
"Oh, were you wanting to top, Harry? Sorry. Severus, Harry could fuck you and I could watch."
"Excuse me," said Snape sharply. "You think I would bottom to Potter?"
"I think you would bottom to him in a heartbeat. Sir." Draco's expression was positively wicked. "You bottomed to me..."
"Only when you woke me up in the middle of the night and I was too tired to protest!" At that, Harry had to grab one of the glasses and take a drink before he burst out laughing. "I'm not bottoming, Malfoy."
"Not even if we let you be in the middle?"
Now Harry could see Snape having to pause and consider that possibility. He hadn't really meant that he wanted to top Snape, but since Draco had suggested it... there was something awfully appealing about the idea. His cock thought it was awfully appealing too. "Are you offering any other incentives besides the dubious one of your own arse?" asked Snape, his tongue darting out to sweep across his lower lip.
"Did you have something in mind?" Draco inquired.
Snape glanced speculatively from Draco to Harry, and now he let his eyes sweep down Harry's body. Unlike Snape, Harry wasn't so well hidden behind Wizarding robes; he was wearing jeans, and he was fairly certain that Snape could see his interest quite clearly beneath the bulging material. "I'd like," Snape began, then stopped to lick his lips. "I'd like you on your knees."
"If he's on his knees, he's not topping," Draco pointed out.
"To begin with," Snape clarified. "On your knees, Potter," he snapped in exactly the same voice that he used to use when saying, Detention, Potter, and before Harry could think about it, he was sliding off the sofa and kneeling in front of Snape. Embarrassment at how quickly he had reacted flamed in his cheeks, but the surprise on Snape's face made Harry's discomfiture worth it.
Snape harrumphed in a satisfied way, peering down at him. "It isn't as I've never seen you on your knees before," he murmured in a voice that was far more arousing than it had any right to be. "You ended up on your knees on the floor of my office all the time during Occlumency lessons."
Draco choked back a sound suspiciously like a snicker as Harry burst out, "That was YOUR fault, you prick!"
"My fault?" Snape was unfastening the lower part of his robes and appeared to have forgotten that Draco was even there. "Even though you apparently enjoyed the position, I thought that wishing to stop Voldemort might provide some tiny incentive. If you had ever practiced Occlumency..."
"Did you expect me to practice for you?" Harry couldn't help himself; he wanted to see if what Draco had said about Snape's cock was true, and he reached up to open Snape's trousers. "I did stop Voldemort in the end after all. Without much help from you."
"Without much...!" Snape very nearly smiled at this. "You actually believe all those leaflets the Ministry printed about The Chosen One!" And with that, he withdrew his cock.
Draco hadn't lied. Snape's cock was big enough that he'd have rated an overleaf in the centerfold of a dirty magazine, and if it wasn't at full size now, Harry didn't even want to imagine the possibilities. "The leaflets weren't written by Rita Skeeter," he mumbled, eyes fixed on the hard length swaying before them. "The Ministry has to get things right or they'll be voted out."
"No, I believe Draco's father wrote them. It's very... touching... to see his devotion to you these days," said Snape. "I expect that he'll be Minister of Magic before the end of the year."
"Damn. Then he'll be in the flat all the time, pretending he just wants to say hello but really to nag me to get married. And we'll have to redecorate," groaned Draco. "You think the etchings will disturb him?"
Harry, who was still staring at Snape's cock, had no opinion whatsoever on the matter at the moment and wished that for once Draco would just shut up. Who could talk about etchings with this in the room? "I'd advise against redecorating," replied Snape, though his eyes remained riveted on Harry. "Once you say yes to Lucius, he expects more of the same."
"And you should know."
"Jealous, are we?" Harry shivered softly at the silken hiss, his hand moving up Snape's thigh, and Snape smiled triumphantly down at him. "I must say, Draco, you are good for the Chosen One. He can't possibly believe that he knows everything around you."
"You never taught me Legilimency anyway," whispered Harry. "But I know what you want..." His fingers had reached the thick shaft, and he stroked up it, tilting it toward his lips. "...sir," he added as mockingly as he could before bending his head and kissing the swollen tip of the cock.
Snape's hand tightened in Harry's hair, but Harry hardly needed the encouragement as he opened his mouth to take in all that he could. He'd learned to relax his throat enough to let Draco fuck his mouth, but he wasn't sure that he'd be able to do the same for Snape. He wondered if Draco had managed it. The vein on the underside pulsed against his tongue as he sucked, careful to keep his teeth out of the way. He felt Draco's hands on him, undoing the zip of his jeans and setting his cock free, but had no attention to spare for that just now.
Snape let out a quiet moan, really more a puff of air, yet Harry felt exultant; it was more encouragement than he'd received during any of his lessons with Snape, whether they were Potions, Occlumency, or Defense Against the Dark Arts. When he flicked his tongue up the length of the shaft, he heard Snape's breath hitch, and when he ran it up and down the slit, he was rewarded with a full grunt and Snape's hips shifting forward. "Potter..." he muttered.
Harry heard Draco's sound of protest, but it was fine -- he liked hearing Snape say Potter like that. He wrapped one hand around the base of Snape's cock, using the saliva that slicked it to stroke in time with the movements of his mouth, and was rewarded by another moan. Merlin, did the man know how erotic he sounded?
"How long were you planning to keep him at this?" he heard Draco say. A hand patted Harry's cheek and he relinquished his mouthful, looking up. Snape was staring back at him so intently that Harry had to swallow, which had nothing to do with the taste of aroused cock lingering in his mouth. He hoped that Draco didn't think he'd created a monster, putting Harry and Snape together, because all Harry could think about was how much he...
"Mr. Malfoy," said Snape in a voice that was more ragged than usual, "I believe you said something about giving me your arse if I let Potter fuck me."
"I believe I did, yes," Draco drawled, and Harry glanced around to see Draco naked, sprawled on the couch and stroking himself, his eyes on Harry next to Snape's cock. "Accio lube," he called out, and the pot of ointment flew out of the bedroom and into his free hand. "Your own formula, Severus. Harry was quite impressed when he found out where I learned to make this." He stood up and stretched lazily. "Here all right with you?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "You think that the three of us will fit on that?" Pulling his wand seemingly out of nowhere, though it must have been in his open trouser pocket, he caused half the furniture to fly across the room and then transfigured the couch into a giant mattress, without seeming to displace Draco at all.
For a moment Harry wondered why Draco wanted to do this in the most public room of the flat -- their bed was big enough -- but maybe the fact that this wasn't their bedroom was the point. Draco seemed completely unfazed by the moving furniture, simply handing the lube to Harry and climbing up onto the bed. "Harry, I think you should do the honors," he said.
His trousers were still around his ankles, so Harry set the pot down and hastily tugged them off, snagging them on his shoes and feeling like a complete git as he struggled to get undressed with both Draco and Snape watching. "I cannot believe you succeeded in eliminating Voldemort without doing yourself in at the same time," sighed Snape, his fingers busy on the remaining buttons on his robe.
"Now who's not thinking?" shot back Harry, fishing out his own wand (though he nearly tripped over his own feet to do it) and making Snape's robes fall open. Snape looked startled and rather uncomfortable as Harry looked him over -- he was twenty years older than Harry and Draco and considerably more scarred than either of them -- but Harry found that that only made him more eager. "On the mattress. You can get Draco ready. I want to watch, and then I'll do you."
"Are you giving me orders, Potter?" asked Snape scornfully, yet he obeyed, reaching for the little container. He scooped out a single fingerful of the contents and waggled the finger at Harry before turning to Draco. Harry was almost as astonished as Snape at what he had said, but Draco seemed completely composed, winking at Harry before turning and kneeling to present his arse to Snape.
"You're following my orders, aren't you?" Watching Snape's finger disappear into Draco was tantalizing, and for a moment Harry regretted that he wasn't going to be receiving such attentions tonight. On the other hand, being able to give Snape an order was as hot as the reverse.
Snape must have known what he was doing, too, because Draco was quickly incoherent, moaning and writhing and clawing at the mattress beneath him; the only consistently recognizable word from his mouth was "More!"
Though Snape appeared to be pleased about this, he was watching Harry as much as Draco. "Are you planning to watch me fuck him, or are we going to do this all at once?" he demanded.
"We could do it all at once?" Harry asked rather stupidly.
"Yes, Potter, we could. Use your imagination." Snape rolled his eyes.
Oh. Harry blushed. Having Snape use his surname again in that tone set his cock tingling. "Er. Right." He reached for the pot of lube and scooped some out onto his fingers. "Bend over, then." Once again Snape did as he was told, holding his legs wide. Dark hair furred his balls and crack, so very different from Draco's, and he smelled tangier, richer, as well.
Harry slid a damp finger up and down along the furrow, pleased to feel Snape jolt a bit when he stroked the wrinkled pink skin around his entrance. He wondered whether Snape was getting much sex these days; he was something of a war hero, but he was also... well, Severus Snape, perhaps the least sociable man Harry had ever met. "Like that?" he asked when a probing finger brought a strange soft whimper. "Am I allowed to call you Severus?"
"Very well," Snape said, inhaling sharply.
"If I call him that, you should," said Draco. Snape had stopped finger-fucking him when Harry had begun on Snape, allowing Draco coherent speech once again. "Ah, Severus? I realize that Harry's good at this, but I rather thought that you could manage two things at the same time."
Snape growled, although Harry wasn't sure if it was at the reprimand or because Harry had just added another finger. "Have it your way, then," he snapped as he plunged two fingers back into Draco, who let out a little high-pitched exclamation before adjusting his hips and groaning. Oh, yes, Harry wanted that from Snape too... once was not going to be enough, he thought, and wondered again whether that would bother Draco or whether that had been the plan all along. Snape -- Severus, although it was difficult to think of him so -- was considerably more interesting than any kitchen implement, and Harry suspected that lubricating potions weren't the only thing he had taught Draco.
Right now, however, he was concentrating on stretching Snape's arsehole so he could push his cock inside it, and it was just as well that no one was doing the same to him or Harry suspected he'd have come from the stimulation and just thinking about fucking Snape. He let out a small moan. "Impatient, Potter? Or have you learned some control?"
"I never thought you rated patience as much of a virtue," said Harry as coolly as he could under the circumstances. He deliberately brushed a fingertip over Snape's prostate and grinned to himself as Snape pushed his arse back against him. Gotcha. "But if you'd like to practice it yourself..." Harry withdrew altogether and waited.
"Turned into quite the little tease, haven't you? If you were still in school, I'd have you in detention so fast..." grated Snape.
With a helpless whimper Harry reached for the little jar, slicking his cock, which thankfully gave him an excuse to groan when Draco said breathlessly to Snape, "Bet you wished you could have spanked him. Wouldn't you have loved that? To put the Chosen One over your knee and bare his bum..."
With a growl Snape pulled his fingers away from Draco's arsehole, replacing them with his cock and pushing in far more quickly than Harry would have dared if he were as big as Snape was. "Spanking wouldn't have been enough for Mr. Potter." Oh, it might have been, thought Harry, the idea of being bare-arsed over Snape's lap sending delicious shivers through him. Not that there was anything wrong with this. He watched Snape beginning to thrust in and out, listening to Draco's yowls which Harry suspected expressed a bit of pain as well as pleasure -- he'd never heard Draco make noises quite like that before.
"Well, Potter? Were you planning to enjoy the show, or will you put your cock to some use?"
Was Snape asking him to fuck him? Harry groaned again. "Oh -- yes." He almost asked whether Snape was ready, but given the way Snape had thrust into Draco he really doubted that that was a concern. Grabbing one of his hips, Harry waited for him to still before he aligned himself and thrust, meeting resistance but not stopping until the entire head of his cock was engulfed.
Snape grunted, and Harry took that to mean he should pause. "We're waiting for you," he was told after a moment. "You wanted to top, you set the pace." Well, if that was what he was supposed to do... Harry thrust, sliding all the way up to his balls. Merlin, Snape's arse was as deep and willing as his cock was huge. He stilled again for a moment, enjoying the heat and tightness and the way Snape deliberately clenched his muscles, probably the only sort of a hug Harry would ever get from him. Then he started pumping in and out, afraid that Snape would taunt him again if he were too slow to move.
Snape didn't say anything for several minutes; he grunted quietly, letting himself be pushed into Draco, but when Harry moved his legs together to shift his hips and change the angle inside, he was rewarded with a full-fledged "Aah!" The sound was so erotic that Harry nearly lost control, but he gritted his teeth, clamped his fingers on Snape's hip and managed to thrust in again, hitting the same spot.
Draco had settled into a stream of sounds that were less than half intelligible, and Harry could tell that he was close to the edge. "Hold still," Harry hissed to Snape. "Don't let him come yet." He expected a snide response, but Snape only moaned softly and held onto Draco's hips, pulling them tightly to his own so that Harry's thrusts would not be passed on. Harry pumped against him, feeling the muscles clench and loosen in rippling waves as he fucked that tight arse.
"Would you -- just -- " Rocking back and forth, Draco tried to impale himself on Snape's cock. "Let. Me. Move!"
"Silence," barked Snape in his classroom voice. It was just as sexy as listening to him moan, and Harry disobeyed, groaning as he continued to slide in and out. He didn't think he could reach Draco's cock around Snape's hip, but he moved his hands over both their sides and then between them, finding one of Snape's nipples and squeezing.
Snape arched, thrusting his hips forward, and Draco -- who by now had his hand on his own cock -- cried out in delight. "Yes, FUCK! Don't stop, Severus, you know I love it when you pound me with that hot cock," he babbled. "Fuck me, come on, yeah, fuck me hard!"
Harry loved it when Draco talked like that during sex, though he wouldn't have guessed it would be equally arousing to hear Draco say such things to someone else. Snape seemed to like it too, because he suddenly took over control from Harry and started setting the pace for all three of them, rutting forward onto Draco and then shoving back at Harry, hard and fast and slick and Harry could feel the orgasm building in his balls as they all moved together. "Oh -- gonna come -- fuck, fuck Harry..." Draco hadn't shut up, and Harry could feel Snape's arm pumping, hand moving over Draco's on himself.
"Do it," the older man commanded in an urgent voice unlike any Harry had heard from him before, yet still very much an order from Professor Snape. It was more than Harry could withstand; with a final thrust he felt himself spurting deep into Snape's arse, while at the same time he could hear Draco shrieking in pleasure.
Snape made another few thrusts and then he must have come too, because he suddenly collapsed forward onto Draco, causing Harry's spent cock to be nearly dislodged. Harry pulled out the rest of the way and rolled over so that Draco would not have the weight of two on top of him. He peered over at Draco's sweaty, blissful face and saw his partner wink at him.
Then he glanced up at Snape, whose long hair was sticking to his face and whose eyes were still closed. He looked flushed and disheveled, and it looked good on him; maybe because there was a reason for his lanky hair to be hanging in his face, or maybe just because for once the perpetual sneer was gone. Snape's eyes flickered open and caught Harry staring. "Satisfied?" he asked, though the usual biting edge to the question was muted.
Harry grinned. "What would you do if I said I wasn't?"
The dark eyes widened. "Do you expect me to believe that, when you have an almost indecently satiated expression on your face?"
"He's teasing you, Severus," interjected Draco in lazy tones. "You'll get used to it. Harry has a peculiar sense of humor."
"Nothing peculiar about it," said Harry, watching Snape withdraw -- somewhat reluctantly, he thought -- and slide away from Draco's prone form. He looked uncomfortable, now, as if he didn't know whether they expected him to put on his clothes and leave at once or whether they were going to sit down and eat the wilting fruit and deflating whipped cream on the table across the room. "There is one other thing I wanted," he added.
Snape's lip twisted very slightly and his shoulders hunched defensively. "Not all of us have the recuperative powers of the young. Of course, there are potions..."
"Nothing like that." Draco had rolled onto his side and was looking at Harry curiously. "I want you to kiss me."
"Kiss you?" Snape repeated blankly.
"Kiss me," said Harry. He leaned over Draco and brushed his lips lightly over Snape's, then did it again. The third time they opened to him and Snape's tongue curled around his own, strong and warm. He felt Snape's hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Kissing Snape was not like kissing anyone else in Harry's experience. It wasn't that Snape was the best kisser; he was a little too forceful, his teeth crushing into Harry's lip, and coming up for air did not seem to be on his mind. Yet Harry didn't ever want him to stop. The intensity was overwhelming. It was almost like Occlumency lessons, as if Snape were reaching into his mind and pulling out secret fantasies that Harry hadn't even admitted to himself that he had...
Gasping, he pulled back, only to find Draco staring at the two of them with his mouth hanging open and his cock twitching. "That... was really hot," he muttered.
Harry was inclined to agree. If he hadn't known that the lube they had used was Draco's make instead of Snape's, he might have suspected a certain amount of enhancement, because he found his own cock showing renewed interest too. "Yeah," he breathed.
Snape's expression was not quite as imperturbable as usual; Harry thought he detected more than a hint of smug satisfaction there. "I trust that now you are satisfied, Potter?"
The incongruity of being called "Potter" after that was too much for Harry. He laughed. "I don't know if I'll be completely satisfied until we try it the other way."
Snape glowered at him, then appeared to consider Harry's words and looked rather more intrigued. "With you on the bottom," he clarified.
"Yes. And Draco on top." Draco made an enthusiastic hooting noise, earning him a grimace from Snape, yet again Harry thought that there was none of the usual contempt behind it. Snape liked the idea as much as Draco did.
"I'm sure you can think of a few," said Draco artlessly. "Given your experience with potions... and potions gone awry." Harry swallowed, sure that Draco was once again referring to the incident that he had told Harry the story about. Unless there was another incident, which -- given that this was Draco -- was entirely possible. Snape had made a most surprising reference to Lucius Malfoy, after all.
Instead of glaring at Draco, Snape was peering at Harry speculatively, as if trying to guess whether Harry knew what Draco might be talking about. "I never thought that Potter was particularly interested in potions," he said.
"Er," began Harry, flushing. "I think, ah, we got off on the wrong foot. That is. Um, I'd be willing to... learn what you think I missed."
"I think you'll find he's a very -- willing -- student," said Draco. "Especially with a teacher like yourself. When he wants to be."
"Very well," Snape nodded after a moment's thought. "I've never taught a class of two NEWT-level students. This could be quite... I'm sorry, did you have something to say?" he asked Draco, who was choking at being informed he would also be a pupil.
"Er... no, sir," said Draco. There was no mistaking the way Snape's nostrils flared at that. "We'll be excellent students, sir."
"That's right," added Harry, feeling his face burn. He had never before willingly called Snape... "Sir."