SNARRY SWAP: FIC: Looking for Perfection Title: Looking for Perfection Author:claucita Gift Recipient:prayer_at_night Other pairings/threesome: Mentions of past Harry/Ginny, Harry/OMC, and Ron/Hermione Rating: R Word count: 3,027 Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *BDSM* Summary/Prompt: Harry’s life changed when his marriage ended ten years ago, and now he is looking for his perfect someone. A/N: I tried to follow some of the many ideas you offered but then I got sidetracked and mixed many of them. I truly hope you like this!!!
Looking for Perfection
Perfection was hard to find. Harry knew that and he believed that it didn’t matter if he never found it. But for once, he wanted it. He thought he had it once, when he decided to marry the one he believed to be his soulmate. Unfortunately, Harry discovered that all good things come to an end. Harry and Ginny signed their divorce papers the day after their sixth anniversary. Harry spent the following months trying to piece his life back together. He had to find a new routine since he kept the house and the children. Molly helped from the time the children left school and Harry arrived home. He accepted a desk job and declined any more field assignments. In his little spare time, he went to different pubs in order to meet people. Some of the men he met there were good finds, others not so good.
One of those clubs was a leather bar. At first, Harry was wary of going into it, but then he found the courage to walk in and at least check out the scene. He was surprised by how arousing it was to watch all those men being controlled by their masters. He wanted to do that; he wanted to control someone. That surprised him and scared him at the same time. Why would he want that?
It was another month before he went back and tried to analyze their behavior in order to understand his attraction. He couldn’t understand it at first, but eventually he did and he didn’t like it all that much. He wanted to have what he didn’t have in his early years: some control over his life. But before he could get that, he needed someone to teach him how to do it.
Harry spent part of his free time trying to find that person and in that process he learned a lot about his sexuality and about bondage and domination. He also found out that he had a very specific type, older men with dark hair and dark expressive eyes which could captivate him.
He decided to come out to the Wizarding World and started to go to a pub that catered to same-sex couples. Some of his friends had been surprised when Harry started to go out to those places but when he settled into that life, nobody bothered to say anything to him.
In one of those clubs he had met a man, his name was unimportant, but what he did for Harry was important. He showed Harry that his tastes ran towards older men and that he liked to dominate them. That man was his first pet, and for Harry who had never had control over his life, was the one person who taught him how to control others and how to discipline with respect and safety. Harry thanked him profusely, and although they tried to make it work, they just couldn't. They had different expectations of life and they parted ways.
One good thing Harry received was the knowledge of a few good clubs where people like him could go and be themselves. One of those clubs catered to Harry's very particular set of needs. “The Dungeon” was not your average BDSM club. It was run by a pet and his master, a fierce-looking woman who reminded Harry of Minerva McGonagall. Both were very welcoming, but they inspired discipline. No one messed in “The Dungeon” and if they did, they found out what a true Master could do with a whip.
Harry had been a repeat customer for the past six years or so. Unfortunately, not once had he found someone interesting enough to take home or to a hotel. Clarise, the owner and Master, always told him that he was a very picky Dom, that there was no such thing as the perfect pet. Harry didn’t want a perfect one, though. He wanted one he could tame.
And that was the bottom line: Harry craved a submissive who made him work for that submission. Of course, he knew it wasn’t as simple as wishing for it. There would be trouble if he found someone tailored to his desires; he would want to keep him and his family might not take that well. His children might not like the other person, no matter how accepting they were of his lifestyle. They were his life, his children, and Harry loved it and them. He loved getting up early when they were at home and fixing them breakfast. He loved to take them to the nearest park and to play ball with them, or to take them out for ice-cream. He even loved scolding them and disciplining them.
All the children were already in Hogwarts, with James being fifteen and a complete nightmare due to his Uncle George's influence. Albus was a very calm and reliable kid, with a good head on his shoulders, and Lily was different from her brothers in that she hardly shared her things with anyone and the only good thing life had to offer was her father.
It had the potential to become a true mess, and he didn’t even have the sub he wanted yet.
On that night, just like any other night he visited “The Dungeon”, he walked to his usual table with his head in the clouds. As he was doing so, he bumped into a solid body from behind. He was about to apologize for not looking where he was going when a long forgotten voice spoke, “Mr. Potter, what a pleasant surprise.” The drawl: it was unbelievable how melancholy Harry got when he heard it. It had been years since he last thought about the man, and a bit more since he had buried his ill-timed fascination with him.
“Severus Snape, the pleasure is all mine,” Harry said.
The surprise in those dark eyes was more than worth the strangeness of using his former professor’s first name. As his eyes roamed Snape’s form, he noticed the outfit the man was wearing: a pair of dark jeans and a dark gray T-shirt that hinted at hidden muscles. His long hair was tied back and it made him seem so much younger than his almost sixty years.
‘Oh yes, the pleasure is all mine,’ Harry thought and the lust in his eyes must have been obvious to the older man because he smirked and leaned closer to Harry.
“Are you here to play or to watch?” Snape asked.
Harry had never felt such a deep connection -or one so quickly- with any man, whether wizard or Muggle. That it was Snape didn’t feel as strange as he might have thought. “It all depends on the toy, of course.”
His simple answer should give Snape an idea of his choice in partners, not just a man but a submissive one. More than once Harry had had to decline -quite forcefully- a dominant’s advances who didn’t understand the meaning of ‘no’. He hoped Snape wasn't dominant but Harry thought it was unlikely he was anything else. The older wizard gave off such an air of authority there was no other option for him but to be a Dom.
“So would that mean that if I offered to play, you would be agreeable?” A slow smirk appeared on Snape’s face that made Harry’s jeans tighten quite snugly to his frame. The older man was a sub, a pet. Now, that made Harry’s day and without thinking about the consequences, he said yes.
“Of course, before playing, we need to set some rules don’t you think, Severus?” Harry spoke softly into the older man’s ear.
His answer was a chuckle, “Rules, Mr. Potter? I thought you defied them.”
Harry looked up sharply at Severus, “Not with this. If I take you home, it’ll be because you want it, not because I’m forcing you. And whatever we do there, it’s because we both want it.”
Severus nodded and responded close to Harry’s ear, “Very well then. You can use me as you wish. No knives and no marks.” The older wizard faced Harry once more and looked him straight into those green eyes, “Is that all you wanted to know?”
“What makes me stop then?”
The former professor was surprised that Potter was considerate enough to ask for his safe word, but he guessed someone must have taught Potter the ropes, so to speak. “Asphodel” was his answer and that made Harry laugh.
“If I didn’t know you, I’d tell you that you’re sentimental.” He winked at Severus and took him by the hand. “Well then, let’s go.” He then got them through the crowded dance floor and towards the front door. No words were spoken, given the loudness of the music, but the firm grip on Snape’s wrist was a sign that he wasn’t about to be released. The moment they stepped outside of the club, Harry took a stronger hold on Snape and held him close to his body. “Hold on, I'm going to take us to my room.”
If Severus Snape was surprised by that statement, he hid it well. All he did was grip Harry back and let himself be Apparated.
When they got to Harry’s home, the room they Apparated into was dark so Snape stayed within the circle of the younger man’s arms.
“Severus?” Harry’s voice sounded hoarse in the silence that surrounded both of them.
The other man mumbled in reply.
Harry asked, “Is it all right if I call you Severus?”
“Well, unless you prefer the term pet, I much prefer my name.” The snarky reply made the young wizard snort. He was going to enjoy his time with Severus.
“Severus it is then.” And before he had time to agree or refuse, Harry had the taller man up against the wardrobe door, hands pinned above his head. “I think I’m going to like screaming your name tonight.”
Harry smiled and proceeded to kiss Severus for the first time. Severus was not gentle and tore the clothes Harry was wearing, and bit and sucked Harry's skin, leaving angry marks. Harry liked the rough treatment but he wasn’t going to let the other man get the best of him. So he manhandled Severus and tossed him onto the bed.
A lazy grin appeared on his lips. “I think I’m going to enjoy teaching you a lesson in patience, Severus.”
As soon as he had the other man where he wanted him, Harry waved his hands slowly over Severus’ wrists. At once, several strips attached themselves to the bedposts, spreading the prone man, making him look deliciously inviting. Harry licked his lips and then leaned forward to lick a hard nipple.
“How much pain do you like?” he asked between licks and nibbles.
A gentle tug at those pebbled nipples, and Severus was arching his back to meet that tantalizing mouth. “As much as you wish to give me,” a pause and then, “Harry.”
His name on those lips and Harry lost it. Checking that the ropes were holding firm, he summoned his wand from his jeans, which Severus had forcefully removed and conjured a riding crop. It was the perfect size for what he had in mind.
“Not too much, at least not tonight. I want to leave something for the next time.” He winked at Severus and then flicked the crop at the older man’s thigh, close to his groin, making Severus hiss in pleasure.
Another flick to his inner thigh and it got closer to his heavy, slightly furred balls. Another flick and those heavy bollocks twitched in anticipation. Another and then another and then Severus was begging for it. When Harry got to Severus's hard member, it was oozing pre-come. He tasted it as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever tried, slightly bitter but with a kick.
"Severus." He experimented with whispering the name of the man who was driving him insane just by lying in his bed. Severus responded with a moan for more.
Harry dropped the crop and swallowed the purple-looking cock in front of him. Severus swore in three different languages and tried to get closer for more of that suction. Harry loved the effect he had on the older man; it was nice to see him lose a bit of his tight control.
When Severus was about to get to the point of no return, Harry wrapped another rope around his balls. He had clearly had that pleasure done to him enough times that he noticed right away.
"Now it's my turn," Harry said, and then summoned the lube without using his wand. With one finger, he rubbed it into Severus's tight hole, getting ready to prepare the other man and simply enjoying the feeling of that wrinkled skin beneath his fingertips.
He loved doing this to his partners, the preparation for what came next was sometimes more arousing than the actual intercourse. Of course, with Severus, Harry knew every moment would be an incredible experience if his reactions continued as they were. The younger man applied more lubricant and with the same finger continued stimulating the skin surrounding Severus’ anus.
“Damnation, Harry! I’m not going to break!” Severus said with impatience, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Remember Severus, it’s my game.” He didn’t hurry, but neither did he slow down. He kept his pace and soon Severus was moving his hips upwards, trying to give Harry a better angle. Harry put a stop to those moving hips with his forearm, and in that moment he inserted the lone digit and started fucking Severus with it.
Soon Harry inserted a second finger alngside the other. “Severus.” Harry mouthed the name on Severus's chin, kissing him wetly there.
Then there were three fingers in Severus, and they both moaned at the feeling.
“Yes, please, Harry, do it.”
Severus' plea was more than enough to drive Harry insane, but he needed to hold off a bit more. He wanted to enjoy that feeling of entering his partner for the first time.
Harry used more lubricant and coated the fourth finger he was going to use and his own dick. When his four fingers were moving in and out of Severus' tight heat, Harry took hold of Severus’ hard-on and started to stroke slowly. He wanted Severus on the brink as long as possible. When he decided that Severus was ready, he got his fingers out and lined up his cockhead with Severus’ entrance. He stopped for a moment and looked at the other man, silently asking for permission.
“Yes Harry, do it,” Severus said.
And with a single thrust Harry was balls deep and then thrusting in the next second.
Severus met him with as much force as he could, his feet planted into the mattress, and using all the leeway the rope gave him, pushed towards Harry. Severus’ arms were holding on the rope and pulling as hard as he could in order to get more of Harry. His shouts for more and harder were a test to the silencing charms Harry had placed years ago around his room. Severus was a vocal lover.
Their encounter -Harry wasn’t ready to call it love-making and he wasn’t cynical enough to call it fucking- lasted less than he would have wanted but enough to leave him wanting more. When Severus’ moans and whimpers indicated that he was about to come, Harry increased his tempo, and holding onto Severus’ hips, he climaxed a few seconds before his older lover.
Seconds later, Harry lay next to Severus, panting hard enough to be heard all over the house.
"Well, I suppose you do know how to play with the right toy, Harry," Severus said. He spoke softly since his throat was raw from screaming.
Harry laughed and removed the ropes, pulling the warm and sweaty body closer to his. “You doubted, didn’t you? I’m glad I proved you wrong. Now get some sleep because I think this is the beginning of something, don’t you agree?”
Severus only smiled, and snuggled closer into the arms of the other man, and got some sleep.
The following morning was awkward at first, but Harry acted as normal as possible. Both men sat down to have breakfast and discuss the night before. It was a long discussion due to their misconceptions. Harry wanted to know if it was going to be a problem that he wanted to top exclusively.
“I wouldn’t have let you top me if it were,” Severus said.
To that answer, Harry only nodded and smiled, feeding his new lover some more toast. At the end of that first morning, they decided on the next date and then Severus left for his own home.
After that date, there were many more, some ended up in Harry’s home and others in Severus’. The first time over at the older wizard’s home, Harry couldn’t help but admire the cosy feeling of the house. He hadn’t expected that, and in the end, it didn’t matter because they spent more time in the bedroom than anywhere else.
Their next dates ended in the same way. All of them were with Harry on top and Severus begging for more. They were an unusual and unexpected couple but they worked. Harry offered his irreverence and zest for life, while Severus offered his experience and his witty tongue. They worked in a way that no one could have predicted.
The children thought similarly when they found out, but the three of them agreed on the same thing, “He makes you smile, Dad, what more could we ask?” And that was that. Severus Snape was accepted as Dad’s new boyfriend.
Not even the Weasleys could find a negative thing to say. In the end, they gave the couple their blessing, not that Harry and Severus needed it. Harry was thankful for it, though.
All in all, life had smiled on Harry in the end. He had his children, a family who supported him and a man who loved him for who he was. He could finally say that life was indeed perfect.