First Time for Everything Fest: FIC: All His Firsts Title: All His Firsts Author:lilyseyes Rating: NC-17 Word count: 2,425 words Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Illegal potion use, first time* Summary: When Harry desperately needs help, he turns to Severus Snape – especially when he's doused with an illicit potion. A/N: Thanks so much to my lovely beta! ♥
All His Firsts
Harry Potter knew as soon as he'd swallowed that his shot of Firewhiskey had been laced with a potion. He slammed his eyes shut. A potion that would make him lust uncontrollably after the first person he saw.
"Hello, Harry." A simpering female voice came from the right side of him.
Romilda Vane. He should have known, and he swore violently.
"Is there a problem, Harry?" Ron Weasley asked from Harry's left side.
"She poisoned my drink," Harry ground out before Disapparating away.
It was supposed to be a celebratory drink for having closed one of their toughest cases. It had been late and the only pub open had been an Auror favorite that sat at the far end of Diagon Alley. Harry hadn't thought he had to be cautious of what was in his drink here. No doubt Romilda had seized on an opportunity, as she had done when they were in Hogwarts, but Harry wanted to know how she'd known he was there. The thought that she'd been stalking him, under the guise of being the newest reporter for the Daily Prophet, seemed the most likely scenario, but it was something Harry would have to deal with later.
The coolness of the breeze told Harry that he had made it to the gates of Hogwarts. He kept his eyes on the ground as he pushed through. Running toward the massive entry door, Harry breathed a sigh of relief that they swung open for him as he approached. His body was already tightening in response to the potion, his breathing dragging in his chest as he ran. Harry was careful to keep his eyes on the floor as he followed a familiar route towards the one man who could help him. He took the moving stairs two at a time, bursting into the office at the top without knocking.
"A little late for a social visit, isn't it, Auror Potter?"
Harry stopped when the bare feet came into view, the pale toes long and slender. He allowed his eyes to slide up the black dressing gown, past the arms crossed over his chest, and up to Severus Snape's scowling face. His breath caught in his throat as desire exploded through him.
"Lust potion, I need help!" Harry gasped as he sank to his knees.
"Which one?"
Harry ignored the question as he parted the dressing gown to reveal a thick cock. A tingle of magic brushed his hair and Harry heard the office door slam shut behind him, but he ignored it. Reaching in, Harry drew a finger down the already twitching cock, then lifted it. One hand cupping the heavy balls, Harry used the other to stroke it as his tongue darted out to lick the tip. Snape shifted his stance to accommodate him as fingers threaded through his hair. Harry concentrated on using his hands and mouth to bring the cock to full hardness.
Sucking the cock deep into his mouth, Harry dropped his hand to his trousers, fingers frantically fumbling with buttons and zips to get his aching prick out. His head bobbed as his fingers worked, only to be stopped by the fingers tugging on his hair.
"Unless you want to have to wank yourself raw, get up!" Snape's voice was a bit breathless as he pulled sharply.
Giving the tip one last swipe, Harry stood awkwardly, swallowing a sob as the pressure in his balls became painful. Snape immediately spun him around, pulling Harry back against his chest. One arm held him firmly across the waist while the other made short work of his trousers.
"Is this what you want, Harry?" Snape whispered hotly into his ear as his fingers closed around Harry's length. "Do you want me touching you, to have my hands stroking you? Do you like it when my thumb spreads the moisture over the tip? How does it feel when I slide your foreskin down like this?"
Letting out a hiccupping moan, Harry thrust into Snape's hand. The feel of Snape's cock pressing against his arse, his hand wrapped around Harry's cock, and the low intimate voice was too much. Snape held him tightly as Harry bucked into his fist, coming so hard that Harry would have fallen without the support.
"Good, that will take the edge off a bit," Snape said, sounding amused as he steadied Harry. "Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?"
Harry nodded his agreement, stumbling when Snape released him. He felt clumsy, tripping slightly on the first step as he followed Snape up the curving staircase. Snape's bedroom was dark, the single candle not producing much illumination, but Harry wasn't interested in looking around. His prick was already stirring again and Harry hurried to strip off his clothing. Snape watched him with an intense expression as he took off his dressing gown and threw it over a chair. Arousal slammed through him as Harry took in Snape's thick cock jutting out. His whole body twitched as Snape reached down and lazily stroked his length, pointedly looking at Harry's trousers, prompting him to rip them off.
Finally naked, Harry moved towards Snape. Hands settled on his shoulders and Snape stopped him before he could press their bodies together.
"What do you want, Harry?"
The dark eyes seemed to see clear to his soul and Harry swallowed, trying to ignore the potion-induced trembling of his body. "You – I want you!"
"You want me to do what?" Snape growled, his fingers tightening.
"I want you to fuck me!" Harry cried, reaching towards Snape, the ache in his groin starting to become painful again. "Please!"
Something flared in Snape's eyes. "Get up on the bed."
Harry moved quickly, scooting to the top of the bed as he watched Snape Summon his wand. A burst of magic seemed to heat his lower abdomen and made Harry look up at Snape.
"Cleansing and preparation spells," Snape said as he climbed onto the bed. "Are you sure you have done this before?"
"Yes," Harry groaned, reaching for him. "Once…sort of…Severus!"
Pulling Severus down, Harry began kissing him, almost desperately. Severus slid fingers into his hair, stilling his head and taking over the kiss, deepening it into something hungry and possessive. The kiss was everything Harry had ever dreamed of with Severus, a favorite fantasy of his during the past three years of their friendship.
Severus pulled back, silently Summoning a vial of what Harry's befuddled mind hoped was oil. His whole body ached for something, his bollocks felt swollen and hot, Severus’ hand cool as it cupped them and lifted them out of the way.
Gasping, Harry arched upward. "Oh, fuck, yes! Severus!"
A slick finger pressed into him and Harry allowed his thighs to fall open, giving Severus better access as he moved down to kneel between them. Harry fisted the duvet under him as he felt another finger push into him, his breath hitching at the burn. Harry had used his fingers and even a small potions vial, spelled unbreakable, but nothing had felt like this. There was something incredibly intimate about what Severus was doing, something that transcended just the physical for Harry. Once the burn subsided, the feel of Severus moving in and out of him was arousing him even more, making Harry's ache worse. Severus twisted his finger and a jolt of intense pleasure pulsed through Harry, wrenching a cry from him. Clamping down on the climax that threatened, Harry gasped as he struggled to control his body's reaction. Severus lifted his head to watch Harry's face, his fingers stilling.
"What did you mean, 'sort of'?"
Harry moved his hips, hoping to get Severus to move. "Fingers! I used my fingers before! Please!"
"You've not had sex with anyone?" Severus added a third finger and Harry rocked his hips trying to get them deeper.
"No!" Harry gasped, his entire groin throbbing with need. "I need you, Severus! Hurry!"
Then the fingers were gone, replaced by the tip of Severus' cock. Harry held his breath as Severus slid his hand under Harry's thighs, pushing his legs up until they rested against his chest. Harry grabbed the backs to hold them, opening himself fully to Severus. Harry felt the pressure as Severus pushed forward.
"There is a numbing agent as well as an ointment in the lubricant," Severus ground out as he pressed steadily forward. "In the event that you become impatient, you won't do damage."
Harry rocked his hips forward, forcing the tip of Severus' cock deeper. He gasped at the bit of pain he felt, but it was gone as Severus slid deeper.
"You're…still…an…impertinent…brat!" Severus told him through clenched teeth, punctuating each word with a shallow thrust until Harry felt Severus' balls hit his arse.
Harry panted, feeling overfilled and possessed, an extension of Severus himself. The demands of the potion took over and Harry tried to rock his hips to get more friction. He needed to come again, the ache radiating from his abdomen outward. Tightening his muscles, Harry grinned at the strangled noise Severus made and surged up to meet him as Severus pulled back and thrust deep. With every slow, careful stroke, the pleasure leaned more towards pain and Harry moved restlessly, his hands holding his legs in a death grip.
"Please, Severus, I need more—harder!"
Sobbing, Harry hovered at the edge of relief, his whole body trembling. Severus shifted slightly and that jolt of pleasure sang along his nerve endings directly to his groin. A second jolt sent his whole body into spasms as Harry had the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. Just as the room grayed out around him, Harry felt Severus bury his cock deep inside him as he shuddered above Harry.
Fingers brushed his hair off his forehead as awareness returned and Harry leaned into the touch. He found he was on his back with Severus lying on his side looking down at him. His glasses had disappeared in the past few minutes and Harry blinked up at Severus, who was watching him with an intense stare. His body stirred as Harry reached up and touched his finger to Severus' lower lip, gasping as it was sucked inside. His prick began to harden again.
Severus noticed as well, letting Harry's finger slide out of his mouth. "How much of this potion did you ingest?"
"It was mixed in with a shot of Firewhiskey." Harry told him as Severus lifted his hand to brush his lips against the inside of his wrist. His breath caught in his throat as he went rock hard. "I don't think there could have been too much."
"Enough to accomplish the goal," Severus said grimly, before he leaned down to kiss Harry thoroughly. Lifting his head, Severus seemed to enjoy Harry's dazed expression. "I don't suppose you have ever topped, have you?"
Harry shook his head, eyes widening. His balls felt bruised and the ache was starting again behind them. He narrowed his eyes as Severus retrieved the vial of lubricant and sat up. Rising up to his knees and moving to straddle Harry's hips, Severus coated his fingers and slid one into his hole.
"As arousing as I'm sure it would be, I don't believe either of us has the patience to talk you through stretching me appropriately."
Harry could only nod as he watched Severus quickly add a second finger and then a third. His hands fisted in the duvet as he watched, noting that even Severus' cock seemed to like what Severus was doing. Severus used a gentle hand to spread oil on him before guiding Harry's prick to his opening. He sank slowly, lifting up slightly before sliding down to take Harry to the hilt. The tightness and heat was amazing and Harry had never felt anything like this before. Severus paused, leaning down to kiss Harry hard.
"Relax and let me do the work."
Severus lifted himself up slowly before dropping down again. Harry's hands found Severus' hips and he began thrusting upwards as Severus came down, setting a rhythm. Leaning back slightly, Severus changed his angle until he gasped and Harry knew he'd found that sweet spot inside. Severus rocked back against Harry, his muscles clenching around him as he felt his climax building within him.
Harry gasped, his hands clinging to Severus' hips as he snapped his hips upward. Severus' hands were braced on his chest as he rode Harry's prick, his face alive with desire as his breathing grew rough and Harry was fascinated as he watched. The tightness and heat that gripped him was incredible and Harry could only hang on as the force of the feelings and the remnants of the potion were too much. He jerked upward, over and over.
"Fuck! Harry!" Severus gasped, slamming down, tightening his muscles.
His climax ripped through him with an unbelievable, almost painful force and Harry was sure his eyes rolled back into his head. His hands braced Severus' hips as Harry felt Severus' release coat his belly. Severus collapsed to his side and Harry felt a wave of magic tingle across his belly. A cleansing charm, he thought as he tried to open his eyes.
"Spread your legs," Severus ordered, sitting up at his side.
Harry instantly complied, although he groaned at the thought of going through another round of lovemaking right then. Gentle fingers smoothed something cool over his rectum and bollocks.
"Some soothing balm," the deep voice held a touch of humour. "Your impatience may have caused a bit of bruising, especially when you decide to do all your firsts at once."
"I was poisoned!"
"You never did say which lust potion you were dosed with?" Severus asked as he lay down, pulling Harry closer.
"Amortentia," Harry said sleepily, nuzzling Severus' throat as Severus' fingers carded through his fringe.
The fingers stroking through his hair stopped. "That's a love potion, not a lust potion."
Harry raised his head, giving Severus a shy smile. "It's a lust potion if you are already in love with someone. I knew you were the only one who could help me with the problem."
The dark eyes were intense as they studied Harry's face and he met them unflinching until Severus gave him a short nod. "For the first time ever, Auror Potter, it seems that we are in complete accord about an issue: we are both in love and, luckily, it's with each other."
"Brilliant!" Harry said, pressing closer and falling into a well-earned sleep.