Diagon Alley was suffused with scandalized bewilderment. The denizens gossiped and whispered. Hushed and condemning. They glared and glanced as they attempted to go about their day while endeavoring their damnest to turn the other way. It was unbecoming as a "proper" individual to gawk and pry. However, the recent salacious and depraved displays could not be swept under the proverbial rug.
It all started with his reappearance. Confidently displaying his savage physique, with nigh a care in the world, to the citizens of wizarding Britain. Was his mind addled by potions? Was he under the imperious? Raucous questions of that nature swirled and pulsed as witches, and a few wizards, fanned their redden faces. However, nothing came close to the outrage of this morning's Daily Prophet.
Right there, front and center, was a picture of Severus Snape and the boy-who-won entangled in wanton sin. Not even Bellatrix Lestrange could have imagined such a depraved display. Coupled with the writings of a graphic and impassioned Rita Skeeter, the article was the cause of St. Mungo's spike in for swooning related injuries and severe nose bleeds; if the latter was such a possible case.
For every day after that appalling expose, it was one hedonistic display of sin after another: in Flourish & Blott's, on the cobbled streets of the markets, and even in the marbled halls of Gringotts. Their debauchery knew no bounds. The Ministry tried. Oh, how they tried: but their magic was too strong. No number of spells and wards had the desired effect that they so seeked and thus, the hypocrites and prudes "suffered" in their ignorance.
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With his customary smirk adorning his handsome stubbled face, he placed the Prophet down on the table and took a sip of his tea. Severus Snape was giddy and giddy was something one would think that a man of Severus Snape's caliber would never experience. Nevertheless, sitting outside of Florean's, nursing a cup of tea in the bright sun of a wonderful British summer day, Severus was basking in the scandalous glances and the buzzing murmurs that cried heresy throughout the Alley. All around him, the denizens pointed and gossiped. A few even attempted to gather whatever courage they had to confront him, yet they wilted faster than a spring thaw, as each step brought them closer to savagery personified.
Savage hedonism made flesh, Severus was dressed only in a gauzy evergreen jockstrap that left his brawny backside and the root of his titanic organ exposed- proudly displaying a silver cock ring for all to see. Usually, Severus did not care for silly baubles however this ring was precious. It was a betrothal gift that his beautiful boy surprised him with. Not that they needed any trinkets, nor vows, to affirm their eternal love for each other but the endearing gesture made Severus cherish the ring more than he cared to admit. Absentmindedly, he thumbed the ring as his smirk turned to a warm smile, reminiscing the day his beautiful boy proposed to him.
~Several Weeks Ago~
They were lounging outside on the terrace of Severus's home in Cokeworth, a temporary respite from their carnal activities, in the sun of another summer day. Severus had charmed his property to prevent any unwanted guests from interrupting them; not that they minded an audience, in fact they'd welcome it. However, it would be quite a nuisance if Harry could not properly hex an interloper if he was too preoccupied suckling Severus's hefty veined sack.
Laying back on the sodden chaise lounge, Severus nibbled from a bowl of cum-drenched berries that laid beside them while his pet laid against his massive torso. For almost an hour, Harry's brows were slightly furrowed in frustration as he went about the deeds of the various properties they had inspected and Severus was not being helpful in the slightest. When asked for his opinion, Harry only received airy replies and grunts. It seemed Severus was intent on only lazing about- massaging Harry's soft swollen belly with one hand while the other fed him the sticky berries. Plus, the documents were soddened with their lovemaking; making them very difficult to read.
Usually, Harry would not mind such treatment. However, today he had a surprise for his loving beast and being the Gryffindor that he is, he would not deter in his plan.
"Sev. What do you think about this one? It's not far from the main road. And it's quite bare, just like we wanted." asked Harry. His eyes roamed the deed and when he didn't receive a reply, he turned around and cocked an eyebrow. "Sev. Are you listening to me?"
A few moments passed, and his only response was Severus indulgingly patting his belly. Harry's lips formed an adorable yet frustrated pout as he failed to get his beast's attention, once more. He huffed, reached over to grab a berry, and flicked it at Sev's eye.
The berry harmlessly bounced off but it had the effect that Harry desired. Severus opened an eye and his face shown with mild annoyance.
"What in Merlin was that for?" asked Severus, his deep voice reverberating from his ferocious chest.
"Ttt- You're not paying attention!" Whined Harry, "If you continue to do your best impression of Goyle, I'll…I'll…dammit, Severus!"
His beast was chuckling. Harry's whinging, coupled with his adorable pout, made it hard for him to take his pet seriously at the moment.
"Hey! I'm being serious here!" Cried Harry with his arms crossed. "If you don't help me out, Merlin help me, I'll mislabel your potion ingredients, tamper with the flames, and…and-"
Severus's chuckling increased at his pet's "ultimatums". He threw his hands in mock surrender, his handsome smile widening.
"Alright, alright. No need for any of that, your highness." Said Severus, as he gently wrapped his arms around his pet. Pulling him back to his chest, his eyes locked on to those beautiful emeralds, "Which one was it you said?"
Smirking with haughty victory, Harry settled back against his beast and showed him the property.
"This one. It's a good size, with room for expansion. Also, the previous owner is willing to give it to us for a discount due to past…mishaps."
"Mishaps?"
"Well…mishap is a strong word. More like unfortunate incidents that were out of ones' control."
"Mmmm…I don't believe this is the right one, darling. You're just looking at the price, not at all of the criteria." advised Severus as he pressed his lips to Harry's wet temple; breathing his pet's fecund aroma.
"I know. I know. But! The place comes with this."
Glancing up, Severus's brows quirked in amusement as he snorted his disbelief at what Harry pointed. "Merlin, Harry. We're already infamous. I don't think we need to be flamboyant."
"Tsk- Sev. We're already flamboyant. I don't think this is going to make people hate us even less." admonished Harry. "Besides. I want it. And I always get what I want. Or have you forgotten what you use to say about me? Arrogant. Lazy. And what was the other one? Oh. Yea… His ego rivals th- "
Having had enough of his pet's haughty little tirade, Severus pinched a sensitive nipple and a sharp squeal cut through Harry's lips as he jolted in pleasure. His lithe fingers dropped the papers and shot to grip the arms enveloping him. He twisted around, a barb on the tip of his tongue, but it died in his mouth as that slithering snake of Severus's tasted the sodden skin of his face. Whilst, those rough fingers twisted and pinched his tender nipples; shooting bolts of pleasurable pain to his rapidly hazing mind.
On instinct, Harry exposed his neck to the twisting appendage as a depraved moan tore through his being. Shuddering, his breath quickening, Harry squirmed in his beast's embrace, feeling the sinful heat bloom in his nethers; steadily scorching through his body. He felt the slow trickle of arousal, quickening to a thin stream, leak from his swollen rosette. While hot nourishing blood rushed to feed his adorable cock.
Blood pounded in his ears; Severus was already hurtling towards to the searing need to ravage his pet once more. His brutish phallus thickened against his beautiful boy's writhing, fleshy rump, indenting the thick piercings into his silken flesh. He lapped and lathered his pet's sweet flesh, the symphony of gasps and moans from his succulent lips fueled his feral inferno.
"S-Se-Sev…mmmm. St-stop. We have to make a d-d-decisi-" Harry squealed, his eyes fluttering, as he felt wonderful pain. The sharp teeth of his beast clamped down on his creamy neck. His mouth bruising, claiming, what was rightfully his. Harry reached up to tangle his fingers in the thick black locks, pulling his beast closer to him. The other dug its nails in the massive hand that deliciously tortured his nipple.
Pulling back from Harry's neck, Severus crushed his pet to him; enveloping him in a sweltering and muscular vice. He nuzzled against the side of Harry's face, inebriating himself on his honeyed musk. His mouth branding feverish kisses among his pet's face. He palmed and kneaded his beautiful boy's bulging belly, full of his molten seed, while continuing to torment his nipples. His hips spasmed and stilted, sawing his pierced slick organ between his pet's bountiful sultry cheeks. The heat radiating from his pet's hole burned his phallus, making Severus snarl in animalistic lust.
"Mmmm. I've indulged you for far too long. So, spoiled. So arrogant." His chest heaving with each breath, he nipped and tugged on a soft earlobe.
"It seems...you need...a reminder." Severus growled. He punctuated each pause with a rough kiss against Harry's creamy neck and shoulder making him keen and quiver. With one last sharp pinch, his hand left his beautiful boy's reddened nipple. He ghosted his fingertips upon the slick fiery skin, sending shivers down Harry's back, before stopping at his beautiful boy's throbbing length.
With just the very tip of his finger, Severus traced the adorable cock. It spasmed and spat sweet cum, coating his hand. His finger dragged from the very top of his crown, along his aching little orbs and down to the very top of his puffy rosette. He could hear how ravenous his beautiful boy's hole was for him. Harry mewled and keened like the angel of debauchery that he is. Writhing in Severus's arms, he purred and gasped sinful beggings.
The most barbaric of growls emanated from deep within Severus's chest, as he longed to bury himself within Harry's gossamer innards. Keeping Harry tight against him, Severus edged his beautiful boy to the abyss as he valiantly neglected his own monstrous desires. This moment was for Harry and him alone.
"Sev…Sev! Merlin…please Sev…stop… Later… Hnnnn!" Harry begged. He was so so close. The finger was torturous. His cock was pulsating with magnificent pain, and his orbs churned in need of release. But, he couldn't cum. Something was missing. His very being felt desperately empty. In anguish, he grounded his fleshy bottom against his beast's cock. The slick was now steadily streaming from his sweet warmth: it bloomed and puckered like an emaciated mouth.
"Sev! What…*gasp...Wh-f-f-fffuck! Oh…oh…Sev! Please! N-not now…oh fuck! Merlin…please Sev. Now… Need you…i-i-n…in me now!"
Oh, Harry pleads so beautifully. The desperation. The hunger. He twists and squirms, attempting to get free, as he weakly clawed and beat Severus's body; wherever he can reach. Severus was salivating. His wicked black eyes followed the rivulets of sweat that trailed down the expanse of his beautiful boy's flawless skin.
"You always get what you want? Is that what you said?" Severus snarled.
The lone tormenting finger left his beautiful boy's twitching adorable cock, trailing up his pet's heated slick flesh, and tilted his chin up. Their lips a hairbreadth away, "You seem to forget, my pet, it is I who claimed you. You belong to me."
His slithering tongue unfurled from his mouth. It snaked and teased a soft ear, eliciting a groan from his pet, before slithering back down to those succulent whimpering lips; tracing them. Its piercings weighing heavily against them, lapped his sweet taste. Harry's mouth parted and his tongue flickered out to meet it but suddenly his mouth was engulfed, quickly and with such ravenous hunger, that his breath left his body. Those rough lips bruised against his. Encompassing and dominating. Severus's tongue ravaged his mouth; tracing along it, tasting the sides, and scraping it hungrily with his own. Soon their mouths were filled with nothing but each other's taste.
"You have deluded yourself, my beautiful boy… I get whatever I want. Not you. If I want to ravage you in front of Hogwarts, I shall. If I want to drown you in my seed… with all of your little friends watching...I shall." Severus echoing his declarations to his pet.
Harry's back was arched, pushing his swollen erogenous belly into that maw of a hand. His hand that was entwined in his beast's thick locks, now clamped onto them, pulling Severus onto him. He was burning and all he can do is whimper into that plundering mouth as his hips stilted and spasmed.
And when their lips finally parted, only a little, Severus growled onto his lips as his beautiful boy lost himself in his coal black eyes. "Do you understand, my pet. I may indulge you more than I should, from time to time, but only because you are my life. And thus, here...now...you do not deserve my indulgence. You will stay. No relief. No freedom. You do not deserve my touch...my pleasure."
His pet wailed in denial, sweet apologies came tumbling from his lips, but Severus remained steadfast in his absolution. It was symphonic to his monstrous lust. Out of the top of his eye, he noticed that his pet was reaching to pleasure himself. His hands shout out and clamped onto the wandering arms. Harry pried and pulled, his legs kicking and buckling, desperately trying to break free. He feebly butted his head against his slab-like pectorals.
"Merlin Sev! Please…no more…please fuck me. I can't take it!" Harry's steamy gash bloomed wide, it starved for the mighty pierced phallus behind him, as the dribbles of arousal were now spats of anguish. His body screamed to be ravaged. However, in a flash of clarity, Harry remembered he had something to give. Groaning in frustration, he condemned Severus for bringing him to this wanton state; however, truthfully, he does love how his beast maddens him. How he edges him to the very precipice of the milky white abyss- between sanity and depraved sin.
With his eyes wet with anguished tears, he turned and pleaded with Severus. "Please Sev. Let me…go. I…oh Merlin!"
Harry's breath was swept away in a flash of lust. Mewling and with his chest heaving, he braced himself for a few moments of clarity. The mighty chest behind rumbled with laughter, 'Fuck you Sev…ugh.' He clamped his eyes and blinked away the tears.
"Please...Sev, I n-nee-need to give you s-some-something. It's really important…to me."
His emerald orbs pleaded with the coal-black, brushed away of any indication of deceit. After all, he loves his beast dearly and would do anything for him. Including, staying himself as commanded. Again, Harry whispered his pleas. Gazing into those emerald orbs, Severus realized that he was fooling himself. He didn't claim his beautiful boy. Harry claimed him…from the moment he stepped into the Great Hall. And thus his wall crumbled; he loosened his grip, and gently caressed his beautiful boy's face, brushing away the tears and the locks of hair from his eyes.
"H-Harry. I was…you understand I was- ", Thinking he might have gone too far, Severus was berating himself.
"No! No…Merlin, Sev. I know you were just teasing me. Don't be sorry. In fact- "A luscious moan escaped from Harry as another pulse of sin swept over him. Placing a gentle hand over his beast's galloping heart, Harry urged Severus to wait. He was not going anywhere. After all, they have all the time in the world.
Struggling to string words in a coherent sentence, "Be-oh Merlin…before, anything. Please. There is a green velvet box in my broom trunk. Can you…hnnnn…please summon it?"
With a curt nod and without hesitation, Severus accio'd the requested item. The box was not large, only a little larger than Harry's palm. Severus noticed as the box came closer to them, the more anxious his pet became. His emerald orbs darted around in nervous energy. Severus could sense that Harry's chest not only heaved in arousal, but also in trepidation. And when the box finally rested in his palm, Harry took a gigantic gulp and mustered all of his Gryffindor courage.
Harry began to stammer. "So…Sev. We've known each other for a long…time…and. Well… will… dammit…willyoumarryme?"
It took several moments. His eyes blinking without realization. Severus was not use to being surprised, yet here he was. Eyes as wide as dinner plates, his mouth gaping, and his voice lost. He looked down and there in the palm of Harry's hand, was not a ring meant for a finger. It was too wide but it was bright silver, weighty, and thicker than a goblet rim. The surprise took a few seconds to register and when it did, the only thing that Severus could do was gently envelope his beautiful boy in his embrace, caress his anxious face, and lovingly capture those soft lips in a kiss that poured his gratitude, his devotion, and his eternal love.
Harry gasped into his beast's open mouth, their tongues caressing each other's. His head spun as Severus kissed him with increasing vigor, spittle starting to drip down their chins. He pulled back, stringers of saliva stretching between them, and with the brightest smile Severus has ever seen.
"So, I guess that's a yes, huh? You might live to regret it." Harry nuzzled his nose against Sev's, a small Cheshire smile on his face.
A rumble of amusement quaked from his beast, "Oh…I don't doubt that, you're insatiable…unpredictable, and most certainly wicked."
A hum of agreement came from Harry's lips as he gently pressed his lips all along Severus's corded neck and shoulder. He mewled as he felt Sev knead his body and suckle the curve of his neck before gently moving down. Harry traced the tattoos with his tongue and nipped on the onyx piercings; paying particular attention to the studs on his beast's Adonis belt and the weighty onyx in the center of his navel.
Laying back on the chaise, soft deep moans rumbled from Severus's core as he followed his beautiful boy with lustful black eyes; his hand gently grasped his pet's hair, caressing the luxurious damp mess.
"I hope you realize…. hmmm… that I have many cunning ways to make an honest boy out of yo-."
A bolt of sharp lust traveled up his spine, making Severus gasp and jolt his head back; breaking his coherence. He felt caressing hands upon his churning orbs and soft lips nipping his phallus.
Not believing Sev's words in the slightest, Harry smoldered his beast with depraved eyes.
Pressing his lips to Severus's slit with each word. "It looks like… I'm… the… cunning… half." With that, Harry engulfed the furious head and ventured to consume every drop of ambrosia that Severus produced, once more.
Harry tries. Oh, how he always tries. He sucks. He ruts. He begs and shrieks till he can only whimper and gasp. His beast marking his body with vicious bites and raking nails… drenching him with the endless font of his virility. It was not till the hour of the bat that their debauchery rested; the call of sleep gently enveloping them. And as they rested on sodden sheets, with the gentle gaze of the moon upon them, nestled at the very root of the beast's virility- glistened his pet's devotion.
~Present~
The ripping sound of fabric broke Severus's reverie. Blinking, it took a few seconds for Severus to regain his bearings before he brought his gaze down to his groin. His heart, in the beginning throes of ardor, had begun pumping nourishment to his monstrosities. Gathering his occlumency, he willed himself to calm. In and out, his mighty chest rose and fell with e