|CiraArana (ciraarana) wrote in santas_lap,|
@ 2009-12-02 09:45:00
Fic: Curiosity and the Kitten (Albus Severus/Severus)
Title: Curiosity and the Kitten
Prompt: #11 – Albus Severus has just learned how to create his own Patronus. The trouble is, it keeps wanting to have sex with the Patronus belonging to a sexy older man and it's giving both of them ideas.
Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Severus Snape
Word count: 6,300
Warnings: chan (13) and sex
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. I make no money with this story.
Summary: If his Patronus can do it, so can Al.
Author’s Note: This is as close to PWP as I can get.
Curiosity and the Kitten
He was in the middle of assembling the ingredients for a philtre of his own creation when the first ward triggered. Severus paused in his work and waited. If the person who had triggered the ward was coming from the Hall beyond the woods, the second set of wards should set off soon.
The wards activated, and he cocked his head to listen. He had set those second wards very carefully, and their chime would tell him who was walking down the forest path towards his cottage. After a moment, Severus allowed himself a rare smile and resumed his work with no hurry.
Once he had finished lying out what he would need, he left his laboratory and headed for the kitchen. He washed his hands and, with a flick of his wand, assembled a tray with tea and biscuits. His motions were still unhurried as he Floated the tray towards the big front room of the cottage where he set it down on a table.
Just as he had done so, the door banged open, and a boy stormed in. Severus straightened and turned around.
‘Namesake,’ he greeted evenly. He ran his eyes over the boy and smiled thinly. ‘You have grown again.’
‘Have I?’ The boy, whom Severus persistently called Namesake to the annoyance of the child’s mother, stopped in his tracks. Momentarily diverted, the stormcloud on his face lifted, and he craned his neck as he peered down his body. ‘Really? You’re not just saying it?’
Severus snorted and flicked his wand at the tea pot to begin pouring. ‘Have you ever known me to say things for the sake of saying them?’
The boy shrugged. ‘When you’re angry.’ He wrinkled his nose at Severus's meaningful look. ‘Okay, not angry. I’ve grown. Cool! I’ll have James by soon!’
The boy whom his parents had named Albus Severus Potter flopped down onto the sofa and grinned. As he reached out for the tea cup, Severus once more ran his eyes over the boy’s body, drinking in the sight.
He had the black, messy Potter hair, and the green, almond-shaped eyes of Lily Evans. Like Lily’s had been, his were not obstructed by glasses. He was tall for his age, almost as tall as his two years older brother, and given the speed he was growing, he was bound to end up as tall as some of his Weasley uncles. The t-shirt he was wearing revealed that he was almost painfully thin, like most quickly growing boys were. He was, as so often, barefoot, and his shorts showed off his amazingly long, slender legs.
Severus quickly looked away and concentrated on adding the right amount of milk to his tea.
‘So, Namesake,’ he began after he had regained his calm, ‘to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?’
The boy dropped the biscuit he’d been munching on into his tea, which made Severus shudder, and the stormcloud descended once more onto his face. His brows drew down and his eyes narrowed. Severus had to admit it looked impressive.
He should know, he had seen that expression often enough on his own face during his years at Hogwarts.
The boy growled. ‘James,’ he spat, and Severus could hear the echo of his own voice through the years.
He leaned back in his armchair and watched his namesake fume. He was not at all offended that the boy used the cottage as refuge when he needed to escape from his family in general, and his brother in particular. Namesake had always liked to visit Severus, ever since he had discovered that the path in the forest that began behind the garden of the Potter house led to a cottage that was actually inhabited.
It was Severus’s refuge, too. Harry had offered it to him after he had bought the Hall for his growing family. Severus had at first refused to accept anything from someone named Potter, but he had soon changed his mind. The house in Spinner’s End had never been home since the first day that Severus had left for Hogwarts, and too many people knew where it was. So he had accepted the offer of the cottage, but with the condition that he would be allowed to use what wards he deemed necessary.
Harry had nodded earnestly. ‘It is your house, sir,’ he had said. ‘Your home. Set the wards you want to. Just make sure that they won’t harm the kids, please.’
The new Mrs Potter had not been pleased with the entire scheme, and she had threatened the direst consequences should he let anything happen to her children. Severus had merely sneered at her, utterly unimpressed.
She was loud and, on occasion, shrill, almost always vulgar, but although she was a talented witch, she was no match – neither in will, nor in magic – for her husband.
The naming of the children the couple had produced was really only the most obvious indication.
So Severus had moved into the cottage and set his wards. He had never thought he would need anything to keep Potter children away. He was sure that their mother told them enough stories about the nasty man beyond the forest to keep them away.
But then one morning, the wards had triggered, and when he had gone to check on them, he had found a small boy standing just beyond his garden gate. A small boy of undetermined age, with messy black hair and green eyes.
‘Hello,’ the child had said. ‘Daddy says we have the same name. And that you’re the most bravest man in the world.’ He had stuck his thumb in his mouth and beamed at Severus.
Severus had carried the boy back to his parents, who had begun to become worried about his absence. The boy’s mother had alternately scolded “Al”, as she called him, for running away, and threatened Severus bodily harm if she should find so much as the tiniest scratch on him. Severus had recommended her to keep a closer eye on all of her children, and left.
The next day, the boy had been back.
After a while, Severus began to listen for the chime in the ward laid across the forest path. He found he liked his namesake’s company. The boy was intelligent and asked more questions than Severus could answer. It was refreshing.
When it became evident that nothing worse happened to his brother than being carried back home by Severus, the oldest Potter boy had found his way to Severus’s cottage as well. Unlike his younger brother, however, he didn’t come to visit and ask questions. In the finest tradition of both of his namesakes, he regarded Severus as convenient target for his pranks.
After one of James’s “jokes’ had destroyed half of Severus’s lab, Severus had added a second set of wards along the forest path. There was now a different chime for all members of the Potter family, so that Severus knew who was coming and could activate defensive wards. James as well as Mrs Potter could never find their way to the cottage again.
Severus’s namesake still visited several times per week.
The visits had become rare – and therefore more treasured – once the boy left for Hogwarts. They had also become more and more often escapes from brother James.
‘He said a Potter shouldn’t’ve Sorted into Slytherin,’ Namesake answered Severus’s question. ‘And Dad isn’t always home.’
That said more about the situation in the Potter household than the boy had probably intended, and Severus felt the very rare urge to comfort a fellow being. That had been the first time he had hugged the boy, and Severus dated the existence of certain emotions back to that day.
He gave his namesake a nod over his teacup. ‘And what has the inestimable James done this time?’
The boy huffed. ‘He’s an ar—, er, git.’
‘That goes without question,’ Severus said dryly, and Namesake grinned at him.
‘Yeah, he is. And this time, he’s a jealous git!’ he added triumphantly. ‘Because, guess what? I finally managed to cast my Patronus!’
The boy was bouncing up and down on the sofa, face alight with pleasure. Severus swallowed.
‘Congratulations, I am sure.’
The boy’s face fell. ‘Isn’t that … I thought … Dad managed his when he was thirteen, but James didn’t, but I knew I could do it!’
Severus sighed inwardly. Sometimes he forgot how much dealing with a teenager resembled brewing a complicated, potentially explosive potion.
‘Indeed, and you did.’ Severus nodded and added with a smirk, ‘And given that you have just turned thirteen whereas your father was almost fourteen …’
His namesake laughed delightedly. ‘I know! He told me to wait trying until after my third year, but I knew that was just to settle things with James, because he didn’t get to start practising after his third year. But I read up on the theory, you know, with Auntie Hermione’s help – and yours, I asked you about one of the books, thanks, by the way, for owling back so quickly – and it wasn’t all that difficult and all I needed was practise!’
Severus, long used to the way Namesake talked, had no problems following the sentence. ‘And when you returned home for the summer, you badgered your father into allowing you to practise,’ he finished knowingly.
The boy grinned. ‘Right in one!’
Severus shook his head and hid a smile behind his teacup. Harry Potter always had to break the rules. They never applied to him. He had not obeyed the rules on underaged magic when he himself had been a boy, and he didn’t obey them now that he had children.
Severus knew that Potter and his friends had had a heated discussion on the rules permitting underaged magic. His namesake, a fairly talented spy, had told him about the late night arguments he had overheard.
Harry Potter believed that the absolute prohibition for underaged wizards and witches to perform magic outside of Hogwarts was detrimental to their overall abilities. He’d argued that, over the long summer holidays, the children forgot how to perform certain spells. If, however, they were allowed to practise at home, under supervision of their parents, they would become proficient much sooner.
In the end, he had defied all of his friends’ counter-arguments, and allowed James to perform magic during the holidays. That had not ended well, because naturally a boy named James Sirius had to make use of this new freedom by hexing his brother.
Severus’s namesake had gleefully reported on the almighty dressing-down his brother had got for that. Now Potter confiscated all his children’s wands at the beginning of their holidays, only giving them back for practice – under his supervision – and before the children's return to Hogwarts.
‘I see.’ Severus sipped his tea. ‘I take it that is the reason your visits have been so short this summer.’
The boy looked faintly apologetic. ‘Yeah, ‘m sorry about that. But I really, really wanted to practise the Patronus Charm, and I had to be home early to, um …’
‘Pounce on your father.’ Severus nodded. ‘Perfectly understandable.’
Namesake grinned broadly. ‘Yeah. Wanna see?’ He waved his wand in the pattern required for the Patronus.
Severus inclined his head gracefully. ‘Please.’
Namesake jumped to his feet and got into position. Severus absently noted his perfect posture – he himself had drilled the boy in that. The boy clutched his wand tightly, screwed his eyes close in concentration, and then spoke the incantation.
A silvery cloud exploded from the tip of his wand. It wavered for a moment, but then coalesced into the shape of a feline. It was the size of a very large house-cat, with big paws, a bushy tail, and small ears with lynx-like tufts of hair. The cat blinked at Severus, opened its mouth, and spat a silver flame at him.
‘It’s a Fire-land Kitten,’ the boy announced proudly.
Severus nodded, sitting still and watching the cat in fascination. Fire-land Kittens had first made their appearance a good fifteen years ago. A wizard from North America had claimed to have found this rare and yet undiscovered breed in Tierra del Fuego. When, five years later, the Global Society for Classification and Preservation of Magical Creatures had proven that the Fire-land Kitten was the product of a forbidden crossbreeding, it was too late to stop the propagation of the cats all over the world.
‘An intriguing Patronus,’ Severus said softly, watching the Kitten prowl through the room. ‘The Fire-land Kitten; a feline commonly referred to as cute and adorable. However, it is deceptive and intelligent. Behind the façade hides a dangerous, not to forget poisonous, predator. A fitting Patronus for a Slytherin, dear Namesake.’
The boy beamed. ‘Thank you! Dad said something like that, too.’ He smiled lovingly at his Patronus.
‘Did he?’ Severus tapped one finger against the teacup. ‘Your father still manages to surprise me on occasion. But I take it that your brother was of a different opinion?’
Namesake’s smile turned into a scowl. ‘He started making fun of it. Said it was a kitten, you know, a baby cat, and that I was a baby, too. And, um, you know, it’s a girl. My Patronus, and James was all, “Ooh, Al’s Patronus is a baby and a girl, looks like I’ve got another sister”, and so on.’
‘There is no such correlation, as your brother should know,’ Severus said with a scowl.
The boy shrugged. ‘Oh, I know, and he knows, too, I suppose. But facts don’t matter when he can tease me. He kept on and on, no matter what Dad said, so I finally told him that at least I had a Patronus – unlike him, who can’t manage one after two years of trying – and then I left.’ He shrugged again. ‘Would have hexed him otherwise.’
The Patronus Kitten padded over to the boy and wound around his legs. His scowl lifted and he shot a look at Severus. ‘Couldn’t have hexed him in front of mum and dad.’
Severus raised his eyebrows. ‘So you did it on the way here.’
His namesake grinned. ‘Yep.’
Severus snorted. ‘You are aware that your parents will know it was you.’
‘Yep.’ The boy danced on the balls of his feet. ‘But they can’t prove it.’
‘Five points to Slytherin.’
Namesake laughed. He flopped down onto the sofa again and poked his wand at his Patronus.
‘Say, sir, what’s your Patronus? Dad wouldn’t tell us.’ Curious green eyes peered up at Severus.
Severus poured himself another cup of tea to win time. He added milk, stirred, and sipped the hot brew carefully before he answered.
‘It used to be a doe. However, I am sure you have, in one of your books, come across the information that a Patronus can change.’
Namesake nodded, wide-eyed. ‘Yours changed? Oh. After …?’
Severus inclined his head. He hesitated, but then drew out his wand, concentrated, and cast the Patronus Charm. The silver arch shaped itself into a feline form as it touched the floor. The boy’s eyes widened. The Fire-land Kitten sat up. Both wizard and Patronus eyed the new cat with interest.
It was larger than the Fire-land Kitten, and where the Kitten hid its danger, this feline’s every move screamed the predator. It had a broad head and long, sharp fangs. A somewhat ragged fur stretched over bulky muscles. It was, very obviously, male.
It was also, very obviously, interested in the Fire-land Kitten.
‘Ooh,’ Severus’s namesake breathed. ‘Wow. I’ve never seen a cat like that before.’
‘It is called a Sa’Reem,’ Severus explained softly as he watched his Patronus prowl closer to the Kitten. ‘It originated from India, where wizards kept it as protection against poisonous snakes.’ His namesake looked up at him, but Severus kept staring at the Sa’Reem. ‘The Sa’Reem is very fast, and his fangs can pierce the thickest of skins. He is also immune against most poisons. Today, the Sa’Reem is mostly kept by powerful wizards to show off their power and prestige.’
‘Ah.’ From the corner of his eye, Severus saw Namesake nod. ‘I see. Poisonous snakes.’
Severus smiled grimly. ‘Nine lives.’
At that moment, the Fire-land Kitten hit the Sa’Reem across the face with her claws unsheathed and took off. The Sa’Reem shook his head, apparently bewildered, and then raced after the Kitten.
Namesake cried out and jumped to his feet. He had his wand out and seemed intent to use it to protect his Patronus, but thankfully, the cats never stayed still for long enough for him to cast a spell.
‘Don’t worry, Namesake, he can’t hurt her.’
The boy turned to Severus, who got to his feet, stopped to let the cats race past him, and went to his namesake, putting a hand on his shoulder.
‘Um. Okay. Right.’ Namesake put his wand away but kept watching the cats. ‘It’s just … I’ve never seen two Patroni do something like that! None of the books said they would act that way!’
Severus said nothing. It was dawning on him what was going on, and he could have told his namesake that none of the books at Hogwarts would talk about this. And why. And although the tightening of his trousers spoke against it, he held a faint hope that things would not continue to their natural end.
As if to mock his hopes, the Fire-land Kitten chose that moment to stop in her tracks and fall down flat on her belly. The Sa’Reem slid to a stop right above her. He lowered his head and bared his fangs at her. She snarled right back at him and raised her rear end. The Sa’Reem shuffled slightly back and spread his hind legs.
From Severus’s side came the sound of a hastily indrawn breath as the Sa’Reem's movement revealed the cat’s engorged penis.
‘What—?’ gasped the boy, but he wasn’t allowed t finish. The Sa’Reem thrust forwards, and the two wizards could see him enter the Kitten. She tilted her head back, fangs still bared. If she had been real, she would have been screaming right now.
The Sa’Reem began thrusting quickly. He pushed the Kitten down with one front paw when she began wriggling too much.
In the silence of the room, the boy’s panting was very loud.
Severus felt his cock throb and twitch with each of the Sa’Reem’s thrusts. He could feel his namesake standing next to him, and he almost shook with suppressed desire.
Suddenly, the Kitten bucked, twisted, and burst into flames. The boy cried out. The Sa’Reem didn’t stop moving, and in the next second, the flames re-shaped into the Kitten again. But now she looked bigger, more mature, and a good deal more dangerous. The Sa’Reem quivered, thrust one more time, and then collapsed down on the Kitten. She turned her head to bite his ear, and he hit her lazily with one paw.
Slowly, the Patroni disintegrated.
‘Um. Wow.’ The boy sounded stunned, but Severus didn’t even dare look at him for fear of what he might do. ‘Your Patronus had sex with mine. The books didn’t say Patroni could have sex with each other.’
Every time the high, childish voice uttered the word “sex”, Severus became a little harder. He clenched his fists at his sides to prevent himself from grabbing the boy. He burnt with the desire to press his namesake to the floor and mount him, like his Patronus had done with the boy’s.
‘Say,’ Namesake continued slowly, turning away from the spot where the Patroni had vanished to look at Severus. ‘Do you want to have sex with me?’
Severus almost choked on his tongue. ‘Namesake,’ he gasped.
‘You’re hard,’ the boy pointed out helpfully. ‘Do you want to?’
Severus laughed shakily. ‘Ah, and do you know what you’re talking about, my dear namesake?’
If he had meant to make the boy uneasy, he didn’t succeed. Namesake nodded earnestly. ‘Yes, I know. Mum tried to tell me, um, some time ago.’ He blushed. ‘And then I went to Uncle George because, uh … That’s stuff you can’t talk about to your mum. And Uncle George told me. When a wizard and a witch have sex, they can make babies. Sometimes, a wizard has sex with another wizard. Or a witch with a witch, I suppose. They can’t make babies, but they can have a lot of fun.’
Severus choked again and stumbled back to his armchair.
‘That’s what Uncle George said,’ the boy added, sounding defensive. ‘Is that wrong?’
Severus coughed and managed to look at his namesake. The boy was eyeing him worriedly, biting his lower lip. Oh, Merlin, he was pure temptation, and Severus wanted.
‘No,’ he forced out. ‘That is … not wrong.’
The worry vanished from the boy’s face and he smiled. ‘So, do you want to have sex with me?’ He peered down at Severus’s lap. ‘I can see you’re hard. Uncle George said that means a man wants to have sex. I get hard too, look!’
And he thrust out his pelvis and pulled up his shirt, and even through the baggy shorts Severus could see the outline of his namesake’s erection.
He gripped the armrests, securing himself, staring at the boy. The bulge in his trousers, the slightly tanned, smooth skin of his flat stomach … Severus’s cock throbbed and his balls ached. He wanted …
His namesake cocked his head. A calculating, very Slytherin gleam crept into his eyes.
‘Hmmm,’ he said. And before Severus could react, the boy had drawn his wand and shot a mild Stinging Hex at Severus’s unprotected hand.
Severus jumped and stared down at the red spot, then lifted his hand to shake out the pain. Incredulously, he looked up at his namesake, who looked giddy. ‘You…’
The boy giggled – giggled – and shot another Stinging Hex at Severus. This time, Severus reacted on time, jumping to his feet and easily evading the Hex. The boy squeaked, and just as Severus took one step forwards, he whirled and dashed behind the sofa. His green eyes danced as he peered at Severus over its back.
And he dared casting another hex.
Severus hissed and lunged forwards. Namesake laughed madly and fled, dashing around the front room, over and under furniture, with Severus hot on his heels. The boy ran around the table with the tea tray, coming so dangerously close that the delicate china rattled warningly, and threw himself down face first on the sofa. Severus was on him in an instant, pinning his namesake down with one hand between the boy’s narrow shoulders.
‘You little shit,’ Severus panted.
His namesake turned his head and shot a sparkling green glance up at him that startled Severus. But he was left no time to wonder what that glance meant as in the next second, the boy move under him. Severus pressed his hand down to keep Namesake still, which was, he quickly realised, the wrong move. Or the right one, for at that moment, the boy’s arse pressed squarely back into Severus’s groin.
Severus couldn’t suppress the deep moan at the contact. ‘Namesake …’
The boy’s green eyes sparkled at him. He wriggled his arse, rubbing it against Severus aching erection. ‘Please?’ he breathed, and Severus was lost.
Part of his brain still not believing that he was actually going to do this, Severus sat back and ran trembling hands over the boy’s back up to his arse. It was a beautiful little bit, nicely rounded, and fit just right into Severus’s palms. Namesake gave a soft, pleased sound and wriggled some more.
Breathing hard, Severus watched as his fingers slid underneath the boy’s t-shirt and pushed it upwards to his shoulders, baring his narrow back. The boy’s ribs and spine were prominent. Severus gave in to temptation and ran his tongue down his namesake’s spine. The boy jumped a little and shivered.
The soft sound of surprise spurred Severus on. Quickly but gently he pulled the t-shirt over his namesake’s head and then went to work on the shorts. The boy helped, one hand pushing down his trousers. He hesitated a little, though, when he reached for his pants.
Severus tossed the shorts aside and once more ran his hands over his namesake’s arse. The boy’s pants fit a lot better than the shorts, and they hugged his bubble but deliciously. Severus felt his mouth water and prick twitch at the sight.
‘You’re … beautiful,’ he said softly.
The boy looked over his shoulder at Severus, eyes wide and helpless. Severus pulled the pants down and once more ran his hands over every bit of skin he could reach.
He reached around his namesake’s hips for the boy’s cock. It was hard and moist and surprisingly big for a boy of barely thirteen. But his pubes were still only a small patch of curly hair, and his balls were smooth. Severus slowly ran one hand along the boy’s erection while the other cradled his balls.
His namesake moaned and shivered at the touches.
‘Oh, ooh,’ he panted.
‘Good?’ Severus tightened his hold on the young cock and gave it a firm tug.
‘Ah! Oh, oh, yes, good, oh, wow,’ the boy babbled. ‘Uhhh, more, please more, I— ah!’
Severus’s hand settled into a steady rhythm, gliding slowly up and down his namesake’s cock. His own cock twitched and leaked moisture, but Severus was too entranced touching his boy and had no hand free.
‘I … I … ah, aahh!’ the boy gasped. His whole body quivered. His hips had begun to thrust jerkily into Severus’s fist.
Severus lowered his head to mouth the boy’s neck and cheek. His namesake turned his head, and their lips met, chastely and softly. It shot through Severus’s body like a Firebright Draught, and he groaned.
His namesake cried out, tensed, and soaked Severus’s fingers.
Severus licked the boy’s ear as he stroked him through his orgasm.
Namesake sagged, gasping wildly and shivering with the intensity of climax. His balls slid from Severus’s grasp, and Severus made use of the free hand to stroke gently, soothingly up and down the boy’s back. The other hand, he brought up to his face and, with perhaps undue fascination, eyed the amount of sticky, white fluid that coated his fingers. He sniffed it, then ran his tongue over one finger, tasting.
It was surprisingly sweet.
A trembling moan made him open his eyes – he hadn’t even realised he’d closed them – and glance down. The boy was gazing up at him, face flushed, eyes glued to Severus’s hand.
‘You … oh.’ His lashes fluttered up and down, and he hesitated.
Severus lowered his hand to the boy’s mouth. ‘It tastes sweet,’ he said, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse.
‘Oh.’ His namesake blinked. ‘Um, you haven’t …?’
Severus smiled wickedly. ‘I will. Here.’
Obediently, the boy licked one finger, tasting his own seed. He wrinkled his nose a little, swallowed, ran his tongue over his lips, and then attacked Severus’s hand, greedily sucking down each finger. His tongue flicked, lapping up the spunk. Severus felt each flick in his cock.
He closed his eyes, for the moment enjoying the delicious torture. ‘Oh, Namesake….’
It soon became impossible to remain still. He had to move, touch his boy, more – fuck his boy. Severus ran his free hand down the boy’s back and then on, down the crack of his little arse.
Said arse shot up instantly at the gentle touch to its opening. The boy’s legs spread, and he moaned around Severus’s fingers and sucked harder.
Severus cursed and fumbled through the pockets in his robes. He was sure he was still carrying the Soothing Balm with him after the accident he’d had with a sharp-edged leaf yesterday … The small phial almost seemed to leap into his hand, and Severus pulled it out of the pocket. Uncorking it with his teeth, the dipped one finger in, wedged the phial into a crack between two sofa cushions, and brought the slicked finger up to the boy’s tiny hole.
He ran his fingertip over it, spreading the balm, before he cautiously pressed in. His namesake froze, and his arse clamped down on the one finger. The boy took two rapid breaths and relaxed. Severus’s finger slid deeper in. Namesake’s legs spread, thighs beginning to tremble.
Severus gently moved that one finger in and out a few times until the boy was completely relaxed. Then he quickly slicked a second finger and brought it back to the winking hole. Again, his namesake first tensed but promptly relaxed, and soon Severus was fucking two fingers in and out of his arse. His other hand, clean but definitely wet, reached around Namesake’s waist to keep him steady. Along his forearm, Severus could feel the boy’s firming cock.
‘You’re hard again,’ he breathed into the boy’s ear.
The green eyes blinked dazedly up at him. ‘Uuhhh…’
Severus groaned. ‘Indeed.’
Three fingers now, and when the boy relaxed, Severus added a twist, nudging a soft spot inside his namesake’s arse. The boy jumped as if hexed and squealed.
‘I … that … oh … what … ah!’ he babbled.
‘Hmmm, magic spot,’ Severus hummed and hit it again. The boy writhed in his arms and whined, ‘Oh, oh, more, oh, yes, please, ooh …’
Hanging onto his control with stubborn determination and all the self-control he prided himself on, Severus kept finger fucking and massaging his namesake’s prostate until the boy was a shivering, whimpering bundle of pure lust.
Then he carefully eased his fingers out, eliciting a whine and a backward thrust of the boy’s arse. Severus slapped one perfectly formed bun hard enough to leave a print. ‘Patience,’ he growled, but then ripped his robes open and fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers.
The boy kept rocking and whimpering, pleading for more.
Severus pulled his cock out. It was almost purple with need and he could see the blood throb through the thick veins. His hands shaking so badly he almost knocked the phial over, Severus slicked his erection. He grabbed hold of the boy’s hip with one hand, and with the other he guided his cock to the welcoming hole.
Breathless with anticipation and need, he ran the head of his cock over it a couple of times, and the boy begged and pleaded. Then, gritting his teeth against the temptation to simply thrust all the way in, Severus pushed forwards.
The head slid through and, predictably, the boy clamped down. Severus dug his nails into his own skin, using the small pain as distraction.
Slowly, inch by inch, whimper by sob, Severus pushed his cock into his namesake’s arse. He kept watching it, watching as the heavy erection spread the boy open and sunk in. When he was finally in, balls deep in his boy’s arse, Severus closed his eyes.
He held still for as long as he could, which wasn’t very long. Bending down, almost doubling over atop the slight body under his, he kissed the boy’s shoulders and spine. ‘All right?’ he whispered.
His namesake wiggled his butt, making himself gasp. ‘Ooh.’ He did it again. Severus gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers around the boy’s hips. ‘Ooooh, yes.’
Severus groaned and began moving. Slowly at first, shallow little thrusts in and out. Namesake wiggled and rocked against him. Soon, he was whimpering again and begging for more.
Severus sped up, still careful. His namesake was tall for his age, but still only a boy, a slender boy and so tight.
The boy knew no such reservations. He writhed on Severus cock, cried and begged. ‘More, more, oh, oh, ooh, please, yes, yes, more!’
Severus shifted and hit the prostate. The boy almost jumped off the sofa and screamed. Severus decided that, if something hurt, Namesake would say so, angled his body into the right position, and began pounding his boy’s arse.
He kept his eyes down, on the spectacle of his cock ramming into the now stretched hole. He was still almost entirely clothed, robes and trousers only opened enough to allow his cock freedom, freedom to move, to pound, to fuck.
Now he knew what he had survived for.
The boy’s begging had disintegrated into unintelligible moans and cries. He moved his arms forwards to press his palms against the wooden armrest of the sofa, and pushed back into Severus’s thrusts. The thin arms shook, the messy black head swung loosely between them.
The boy’s cries became choked. His fingers curled into claws against the armrest. His body tensed, tightened around Severus’s cock, and then arched. The boy threw his head back and screamed his release.
Severus froze as his namesake’s arse clenched down on him. So tight, almost painful, and the contractions around him, the little rocking shivers, were too much. With a snarl, Severus exploded and filled his boy’s arse with his seed.
Gasping madly, he forced himself to stay propped up and not collapse onto his boy’s slender body. Once he’d returned sufficiently to himself, he wrapped his arms around his namesake’s waist and twisted, until he lay on his back on the sofa with Namesake, still shaking, on top of him.
Severus, arms tight around the boy, closed his eyes and relaxed, utterly sated.
He didn’t fall asleep but dozed a little until his namesake began to squirm. Reluctantly, Severus opened his eyes to peer at the boy.
Who was grinning smugly up at him.
‘Imp,’ Severus growled and smacked the boy’s well-used bum. ‘I should hex you.’
Namesake squeaked and giggled, and then stretched languidly, the perfect picture of satisfied debauchery. He reminded Severus of a sated cat. The happy little sounds he was making even sounded a bit like purring.
It was proof that Severus had just fucked his brains out, or else he’d never lower himself to thinking something to horribly corny.
He smacked the boy’s arse again.
‘Hey!’ his namesake protested.
Severus raised his eyebrows.
The boy pouted. And then giggled again, squirming around on top of Severus. Severus thought he could feel him harden again. Ah, youth.
‘Wow,’ his namesake finally declared. ‘That was … wow.’
‘Indeed,’ Severus agreed dryly.
The boy peered at him uncertainly for a moment, but then laughed.
‘Ooh, you liked that, too!’ He squirmed some more. Yes, definitely hardening. ‘Hmmm, it was sooo good!’
How the minx could say that with a straight face was unbelievable. And sexy.
And then the imp pushed his new erection against Severus’s leg and gave him a wide-eyed smile. ‘Can we do it again?’
Severus caught himself chuckling, but decided to not stop himself. He felt too good. ‘Hm, a repeat,’ he mused loudly, running his hands up and down his namesake’s naked body. ‘I believe that might be possible.’
The boy’s smile turned into a smirk.
‘Once you have proven to me that you can correctly brew the balm more commonly used as lubrication than a Sore-Soothing Balm.’
The green eyes widened in surprise, and then a radiant smile spread across his namesake’s face. He looked as though Christmas had come early.
‘Brilliant!’ he beamed and wriggled some more. ‘Show me now?’