Fic: The Morning After

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Title: The Morning After
Pairing: HP/SS, references to HP/SS/HG
Rating: NC17
Genre(s): PWP, oral sex (literally)
Archived: OWL (if there are no objections to content), x-posted to snape_potter and snarry_slash
Warning: Graphic sex between two consenting adult men, discussion of a previous het!sex encounter, a tiny bit of fluff and maybe a cliché or two
Disclaimers: I don't own these men, otherwise the Half-Blood Prince would NOT have scarpered off with the Death Eaters at the end of book 6; he'd be busy seducing Harry. This snapshot was not meant to copy any other work of fanfiction, and any similarity was unintentional.

A/N: Thanks to terri911 for looking this over superquick. Any remaining mistakes are my own, and if you tell me about them, I'll try to correct them.

This picks up immediately after The Splinching of Severus Snape ended. Not much plot advancement, but plenty of smut.

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“Ready? Did everything work out fine?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear that everything is back where it belongs now.”

Harry simply looked at Hermione for a moment before nodding, including her in the invitation when he turned to Severus and asked, “Shall we head back to Grimmauld Place? I’m starving – we were in such a rush this morning I didn’t even have time for coffee.” He’d become addicted to the stuff during his training as a Healer, and now preferred it to tea.

Hermione hesitated, not accepting the invitation until Severus seconded it.

“Shall we, then? Miss Granger? Potter?” With an impatient gesture toward the exit, Severus strode away, out of Healer Smythwyck’s waiting area and through the hospital lobby, out into the crowd of Saturday shoppers in London. He continued to the alley designated for Apparation, leaving Harry and Hermione to follow him. They arrived at the Apparation point in time to hear the soft pop of his Disapparation. Hermione waited a full minute before following, and Harry a minute after that. All three immediately moved away from the Apparation point at Order headquarters, eager to prevent a repeat of the previous night’s splinching.

Once inside, Harry summoned Dobby and requested breakfast in the morning room, one of the few rooms in the house that was cheerful, sunny, and comfortable. He thought it must have been a room that Mrs. Black hadn’t often used, or it would have been redecorated in the Slytherin Black motif that was repeated in the other public rooms.

After quick trips to the bathrooms, the trio met back in the morning room. No sooner had they seated themselves at the table than the tea and coffee trays materialized onto it, followed by a covered platter with fruit, toast, sausages, and eggs. Harry watched as Severus picked up the newspaper - a Muggle one, which no longer surprised him – and immersed himself in it. He reached for the teapot, pouring a cup and squeezing a bit of lemon into it before setting it on the table near Severus’s left hand. Choosing the article he wished to read, Severus folded the paper into quarters; holding it with his right hand, he picked up his tea and sipped at it, humming quietly in pleasure.

Harry poured Hermione some tea and himself some coffee, and then he piled fruit, toast, and sausage onto a plate. Hermione did the same, adding eggs to her own, but Severus continued reading. Harry put a slice of buttered toast and a piece of sausage on a plate and nudged it over next to Severus’s saucer. When the man put his teacup down, he absently reached for the toast and crunched it while he continued to read.

Breakfast passed mostly in silence; Harry tried to coax Hermione into conversation, but each gambit petered into nothing after only a brief exchange. Severus remained buried in his paper, the turn of the pages and the clink of the teacup on his saucer his only contributions to the breakfast clatter.

Although Hermione said little, Harry could feel her eyes on him; when the weight of her stare lifted, it was usually because it had transferred to Severus. Finally, he decided to bring things out to the open.

“Is something wrong, Hermione?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just… seeing you together like this makes me realize you really are a couple. It’s not just about sex. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed last night. I never meant—I wouldn’t want to cause a problem for your relationship.”

Severus, who must have been listening, even though he had appeared engrossed in the newspaper, put the Post down and looked at Hermione with a small frown.

Without speaking, Harry gazed at Hermione, waiting until the silence had stretched her nerves and forced her to meet his eyes before responding. “You didn’t and won’t come between us. We are all three friends – or I hope we are, anyway – and us having sex doesn’t change that. But I hope you understand when I say that Severus and I are a couple, and last night, as satisfying as it was, probably won’t happen again.”

Harry glanced at Severus, who tilted his head slightly in agreement. When he turned back to Hermione, he could see both relief and tiny bit of hurt rejection on her face.

He continued, “Hermione, it was great. But admit it: for you, curiosity was the driving force. You’d never have approached me otherwise. And you needed something to help you get past Ron’s desertion. I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed the three of us being together. But we, Severus and I, we’re not what you want or need in a relationship. You deserve someone devoted to you.”

Harry could see that she considered his words very carefully. Finally she nodded her agreement, conceding, “Before last night, I had only been with Ron. I think I needed to know that someone else could want me. And the two of you are… safe, I guess is the word I’m looking for. And hot,” she added with an impish grin. “And who knows, maybe that was all the catalyst I needed to start seeing other people now. So thank you, for last night and for your honesty.”

A little knot of worry Harry hadn’t even realized was there dissolved, making his next sip of coffee go down easier.

Once breakfast was consumed, tea and coffee drunk, and gossip about Order members exchanged, Hermione departed. She had arranged to meet her mum for shopping and dinner. She suspected the outing was an effort on her mother’s part to distract her from her misery over Ron, and she appreciated the consideration. She had no intention of telling her mother what had really relaxed and cheered her, and wanted to get cleaned up before meeting at the arranged time.

After the morning room door closed on his friend, Harry turned to the Potions master with a cheeky grin.

“Do you have plans for the weekend, Professor Snape?”

“Indeed. They were somewhat hampered last night, but that can be remedied…” Severus replied, setting the paper aside, “or we can try one of your suggestions from last night.”

Dropping his voice to a purr, he continued, “Would you like to see if I can make you come with my voice alone? Just imagine. You lying naked on your bed, me watching you, telling you what I’d like to do to you. I’ve always found Gryffindors to be highly suggestible in the classroom; I can only imagine how that will translate to the bedroom. How hard do you think it would be, how long before I have you gasping in pleasure?”

Harry’s response was a whimper and a whispered, “It’s pretty hard now.”

He rose, adjusting the front of his trousers as he headed to the door. As he turned the doorknob, he glanced over his shoulder at Severus.

“Well? Are you coming? You did say ‘bed’, didn’t you?” He stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom.

When the bedroom door closed behind Severus, Harry moved to the foot of the bed. The house-elves had cleaned, remaking the rumpled bed they had abandoned that morning. Instead of sitting or lying down on it, Harry leaned against one of the bedposts. Severus waved a wand at one of the chairs by the hearth, levitating it over so that he had a good view of Harry and the bed, and settled himself comfortably.

“I believe I specified naked, Mr. Potter. As in nude. No apparel whatsoever… although I believe I should like it very much if you kept your glasses.”

Harry obeyed with alacrity, dragging his jumper over his head and tossing it to the floor, then pulling the hem of his shirt from his waistband. His haste drew another comment.

“Slowly. I want to savor the show.” The silky voice caressed Harry, sending a shudder racing down his spine, making his cock twitch eagerly.

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied. He lifted his hands to the top button of the shirt and slowly released it from its mooring, stroking the skin at his neck that was revealed. He methodically moved down the column of buttons, unfastening them, stroking the little bit of skin that was bared before moving to the next. He was focused on his own actions and the resonating sound of Severus’s voice.

“I’ve been fascinated by your hands for so long. Not just because they look so different from mine, with their broad palms and calluses, the blunt fingertips without potions stains. Even the color, the golden skin and the little bit of hair at the wrist, is oddly attractive. I love to hold them, to stroke them, admire their strength. I’d start there, I think, kiss your fingertips, suck the point where two fingers join the palm of your hand, massage the heel of your hand…”

The commentary had Harry slowing at his task. When all the buttons had been undone, he let the shirt tails flutter free, and Snape was silent for a moment, ogling the strip of pale flesh that was exposed.

Harry turned to face the bed and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a muscular back that narrowed to a slim waist; his compact derriere was covered in grey wool trousers. Glancing back to see that he had Severus’s attention, he bent to remove his shoes and socks. There was a deep breath from Severus, and he shifted slightly as he admired the way the fabric stretched tight across Harry’s ass.

Harry stood straight again and turned to face Severus, forcing his hands to remain at his sides.

“Touch yourself.”

Harry started by raising his hands to his lips, enacting the scene that Severus had described. This blatant pandering elicited a groan, and when Severus spoke again his voice was even deeper, huskier.


“Run your fingers down your neck. Mmm, like that, across the collarbone to the shoulder, then back to point where your neck meets your chest. You like that, don’t you? I can tell, just by the way your hands linger. No, don’t stop, keep going down your chest, down to your nipples.”

Harry rubbed them roughly, then pinched them. He decided that perhaps that wasn’t such a good idea when his weak knees wobbled in response. He let his hands drift down his torso to the waistband of his trousers, then brushed them back up to his navel and down again. He hesitated, waiting for orders from the black velvet voice.

“Keep going.”

Harry obeyed, pressing the heel of his hand to his aching cock for a brief moment. He stroked down the outside of his thighs and then up the inside, caressing himself through the cloth.

“Remove the trousers. Now. And lie down on the bed.”

Once again Harry obeyed, pushing his trousers and pants down in one motion and kicking them away. His prick was swollen and red, standing out from coarse black hair, the head poking out from the foreskin. He climbed onto his bed and propped himself up on two pillows, sitting so that his spread legs gave Severus an unobstructed view of his cock and balls, with the perineum and anus hiding in their shadow. When no other orders were forthcoming, Harry reached down and wrapped a hand around his erection, tightening his fist slightly when he slid the other hand down to cup his balls gently, and then lightly touched his entrance.

Severus cleared his throat quite loudly.

“Move your hands away. Stretch your arms above your head and hold the headboard. If you are not obedient, I’ll tie them to it or the bedposts.”

With a moan, Harry followed his directive. He lifted his gaze to look at Severus. Eyes locked to Harry’s, Severus continued.

“I was still at your hands, wasn’t I? After I finish worshipping them, I’ll move up to your arms to your shoulders and neck. Do you know that a single touch in the right spot turns you into putty in my hands? I’ll spend minutes, hours, just licking and sucking that spot. And when you’re begging for more, I’ll bite it. Not just a nip, no, hard enough to leave a mark, my mark, there for anyone to see.”

Harry moaned again, closing his eyes, and gripped the headboard harder. His hips shifted restlessly on the bed. As much as he’d teased about this, he’d never imagined how good it would feel to surrender to that voice alone.

“Once you’ve gone limp with pleasure, I’ll move down to your chest. Not your nipples, not yet. The curve of your pectoral muscle is so smooth, so perfect, it deserves to be admired. To be stroked, kissed. I’ll inhale your scent, now grown musky with desire, and rub my nose and cheek back across your chest to your nipples. They’re hard and puckered now. Not like Hermione’s were last night, just tight little tan nubs, and I’ll open my mouth and suck one into it, suck on it hard, until it’s red and swollen and shiny with saliva. Your back is arching, pressing it into my mouth, and you urge me to suck harder, to keep going.”

Harry could hear the rustle of clothing, and he opened his eyes to see Severus opening his trousers, drawing himself out, circling his member with a loose fist. With another groan of desire, he closed his eyes again.

“When your nipples are so sensitive they can’t bear any more contact, I’ll move again, shifting between your legs – they’ve been spread, wanting, waiting for me all this time. That gorgeous cock of yours is erect, so hard and ready it’s weeping, a few drops of pre-come pooling on your belly, and I’ll lick that. It’s so bitter but so perfectly Harry. I’ll fuck your navel with my tongue just like I’m going to fuck you. And then, I’ll wrap one hand around the base of your penis, tight, and while I’m holding you like that I’ll lick one ball, then the other, laving the thin, soft skin, suckling them. I know that’s precisely what you want me to do to your cock, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll continue down, press my nose against that soft little patch of skin, trace one finger across your opening. You open your legs wider and press down against it, looking for more pressure, more anything, and…”


Harry wanted to touch himself, but he wanted more to feel Severus doing the things he was describing. He could imagine the glide of skilled hands on his body, the warm lips and tongue licking, laving, sucking at his skin, and it had roused him to a fever pitch. He wasn’t even completely aware of what Severus was saying any longer, just the guttural growl of the voice in which the words were spoken.

“… and when I can see you can’t take any more, when you’re about to lose control, I’ll slide that single finger in just far enough to brush your prostate, and I’ll suck the head of your cock into my mouth. And just like that you’re coming, pushing yourself deeper into my mouth, clenching around my finger, screaming my name, coming until there’s not one. Drop. Left.”

Imagining the sensations that Severus was describing, picturing the pair of them tangled in this bed doing those very things, sapped the last of Harry’s control. With a strangled, whining moan, his body arched in a bow, and he came in hard spurts that splattered semen from his belly up to his chin. He collapsed limply and breathed heavily for a moment before lifting his head to look at his lover.

Severus was sitting utterly still, his eyes fixed on Harry. To say that his gaze was heated was an understatement: an inferno of desire raged in them. Both hands were now gripping the arms of his chair so hard that his knuckles were white. His trousers, the only part of his clothing he’d unfastened, were still open, and his erection was rigid, weeping copious fluid, the pulsing in its largest vein visible.

Compelled by the sheer need he saw on Severus’s face, Harry crawled to the edge of the bed and off, slipping to his knees in front of the chair. He made space for himself between the spread legs and leaned forward. The first touch of his tongue to the head had Severus’s hands flexing on the chair. The hips below him tried to pump, but were ruthlessly controlled. Opening his mouth wider, Harry took more in, laving it as he swallowed around it. At the same time, he reached out and pried Severus’s hands from the chair, lifting them so that they rested on his head. Fingers immediately threaded through his hair and clenched, recognizing the tacit permission. With a groan, Severus let loose his tight leash on control, pumping his hips and fucking Harry’s mouth. Harry braced one hand on Severus’s hip and used the other to balance himself against the chair. When Harry glanced up, he saw that Severus’s gaze was completely focused on the mouth surrounding him. He pulled back in a teasing motion, then moved forward again; when Harry glanced up once more, knowing emerald eyes met glazed onyx ones. He hummed as he swallowed around his mouthful, and that was enough. The hands in his hair clenched and the cock in his mouth swelled almost imperceptibly before Severus pushed it just that little bit further. Hot semen shot to the back of Harry’s throat while his tongue caressed the frantically pulsing vein on the underside, collecting and swallowing the gift as his due. Even after it was done, Harry continued to lick the softening penis, only stopping when it had become too sensitive to bear the continued stimulation.

Eventually Harry’s knees protested – he had been kneeling far too long. Struggling to his feet, he tugged Severus up as well. The pair staggered to bed, where they collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Severus?” Harry’s whisper was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to disturb their peace.

“Hmm?”

“I, um, I know we haven’t really talked about this… us, I mean. And it has been pretty casual. But I don’t think I want it to be that way anymore. Last night—this morning. Hmmpf.” He huffed out a breath. “When I woke and saw you and Hermione having sex, I—I was a little bit jealous. I mean, I know we’ve never made any commitments to each other, but I don’t think I could do that again. And I don’t want you to do it, either. And you didn’t object to what I said to Hermione at breakfast, but you didn’t say anything about it, either.” Harry was rambling; succinctness had never been one of his virtues.

“Harry.” When he saw that he had his attention, Severus continued, “What we had last night was amazing, and it gave me a piece to the puzzle that you are. But the three of us together was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I’m simply not attracted to women the way you are. If anything, it made it clear to me that you are the person I want to be with right now. Believe it or not, Miss Granger’s – Hermione’s - invitation made me realize how possessive of your time, attention, and person I have become, and sharing you with her reinforced that.”

“Then we’re all right? We’re… a couple? I don’t need to be public or anything about it, but I need to know.”

“Yes, I suppose, if that’s how you wish to define it.”

Harry sighed, a deeply satisfied sound, and rolled so that his hips bumped Severus’s teasingly.

“So, about those plans you had for the rest of our weekend, Professor Snape…”



Fin. For now.



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