Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry
Warnings: Kinky, D/s, dirty talk, felching. Est. relationship.
Summary: Harry surprises everyone by not becoming an Auror after defeating Voldemort
JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it.
A/N: Inspired by the controversy surrounding a certain actor and his role in an upcoming play ;)
For Rakina's birthday, but I made her work for it ;) Thanks for the beta!
Horses for Courses
"Severus, have you seen this?" Minerva set that day's issue on the coffee table in front of him in the staff room. Severus wasn't often to be found in the staff room, too afraid he might bump into Sybil Trelawney during one of her now frequent forays down from her tower. Thankfully she was absent this October evening, but there was a lingering aroma of cooking sherry in the vicinity.
"You know I no longer read that trash," said Severus, taking a sip of his coffee.
"I thought you would be interested in this. It's about Harry."
"Harry? What, are they now denying that he was involved in bringing about the Dark Lord's downfall?"
"No, it's about the play the WADA is putting on this year."
Much to everyone's surprise, instead of joining his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger who entered the Auror Cadet Academy, Harry had instead accepted a place at the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts. Hogwarts didn't have a drama department; Severus knew there had been enough acting going on there over the years, what with his dual role as a spy and Fudge's insistence for almost a year that there was nothing to worry about.
Curious despite himself, Severus put down his coffee and read the article, front page news of course, as was anything to do with Harry Potter these days. It seemed that having rid the Wizarding world of the threat of Voldemort once and for all, the populace were not content to leave the boy be. Although, at just having turned eighteen, he could hardly be considered a boy anymore.
No strangers to controversy, The Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts has stirred up even more this year with their forthcoming production of the Muggle play, Equus. Harry Potter is reputed to be in the lead role, a role that contains nudity and bestiality.
Do we really want our war hero to associate himself with such filth?
Severus didn't bother reading any further.
"Well?" said Minerva.
"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for Harry to be taking on such a role? He's barely out of school! I mean, nudity and bestiality? It just doesn't seem right."
"Don't tell me you agree with Rita Skeeter?" demanded Severus. "Do you know anything about the play, Minerva?"
"Well, no, just what I've read in the newspaper."
Severus snorted. "The term newspaper implies that this rag actually contains news. It's gossip, not news. The play is a psychological drama about a teenager sent to a psychiatrist after blinding six horses with a metal spike. What caused him to do such a thing? Is there a reason or is he just deranged? The role of Alan Strang, the boy in the play is a very challenging role and you know yourself how much Harry enjoys a challenge. As for the nudity and bestiality, Miss Skeeter needs to get herself a dictionary. Bestiality implies sexual intercourse with an animal; in the play Alan reaches the heights of ecstasy while riding a horse. That is where the nudity comes in; he rides the horses naked at night."
"Oh. Oh my," said Minerva, fluttering her hands towards her necklace. "And you would approve of Harry taking such a controversial role?"
Severus arched an eyebrow at her. "Minerva, I'm his husband, not his keeper. If he wishes to take the role, that is up to him." The fact that Severus was also Harry's Master was something they'd prefer to keep hidden. But they would be having words tonight, oh yes.
"So - so you don't think that perhaps you can dissuade him?" Minerva seemed hopeful.
"Minerva, what is this about? It's a play, it's a fictional story. I will not dissuade Harry if he wishes to do this." Merlin knew there were so many other things they'd made Harry do, like commit murder at the age of sixteen.
"I'm just worried about Harry's reputation," said Minerva. "You know what Rita Skeeter is like."
"Yes, I do, and I will not let anything that woman prints sway my husband from anything he wants to do. Now if you'll excuse me, Harry is due home any minute and we have dinner plans."
Harry knelt in front of the sofa and tried to will away the impending sense of doom. He should have realised that someone would have leaked the news to the Daily Prophet. Anything concerning Harry Potter sold newspapers and Harry just hoped Severus would forgive him. Harry had not told his Master about the play.
The door to their quarters flung itself open, closely followed by his irate husband, a copy of the newspaper fluttering in his hands. Severus flung it down on his desk and glared at Harry for so long that Harry was suddenly sure they'd somehow gone back in time and he was once more a misbehaving student.
"Would you care to tell me what this is all about?" Severus waved his hand at the newspaper. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was afraid."
"Afraid of what, pet?"
"That you wouldn't approve of me taking the role and I want to do this, Master, I really do."
"You know that I am perfectly capable of forbidding you to do this?"
"Yes, sir. I'll tell them I can't do it." Harry should have realised that Severus wouldn't be comfortable with his husband appearing naked on stage, no matter what the play.
"You will do no such thing! I'm not upset about you taking the role, Harry. I'm upset that you felt you couldn't tell me about it. Am I really that much of an ogre that you can't talk to me? I thought we'd got past all that. I had to find out by reading it in the paper. How do you think that made me feel? You have permission to speak freely, Harry."
"That I didn't trust you enough to tell you. I do trust you, Severus; I just wasn't sure how you'd take it. I'm in two minds myself. I love the play and I think that scene needs to be in it, but being naked in front of an audience? I don't know how I'm going to do that."
"We can work on it together," said Severus. "I agree, that scene is important."
"You really don't mind? Me being naked in it?"
"As long as you know that they can only look at you, Harry. I am the only one who gets to touch."
Harry nodded, breathing heavily. "Only you, Severus."
Opening night and the auditorium at the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts was fuller than it had ever been. Severus had never been there before, but as Harry's husband, he was granted one of the VIP boxes overlooking the stage. The rest of Harry's friends and the Hogwarts staff had to settle for the front row of the theatre. If he leaned forward just a little, he could probably spit on Dumbledore's garish purple hat.
Severus had to admit he was a little nervous at seeing Harry in the play. Oh, they'd rehearsed together loads of times before tonight and Severus had coached Harry at how to simulate an orgasm, or rather how to simulate Harry's orgasm, as when Harry did in fact climax, he wasn't paying too much attention to what he was doing. How many times had Severus had to remind him that Harry's breath hitched a little just before he came? And that Harry curled both his toes and his fingers?
As the lights dimmed and the music started the chatter of the crowds died away, only to be replaced by applause as the curtain went up and the actors appeared on stage.
Severus was lost watching Harry perform; ever so often his husband would catch his eye and Severus knew that even though there was a full house, Harry was performing this play for him and only him. It barely seemed a minute before the infamous scene took place and the whole audience was holding its breath as Harry rode the horse, in this case a rocking-horse transfigured to look like a real one.
Harry's nude body was glistening with sweat beneath the lights, his hands gripped the horse's mane and his thighs flexed against the horse's body. The angle was such that no one could actually see Harry's cock except for Severus who was watching from above and Severus saw what none of the audience did. Harry wasn't pretending; his cock was hard and pressed flush against the horse. Harry caught Severus' eye and bucked wildly, screaming in ecstasy, that little hitch in his breath and curling his fingers through the horse's mane as he spurted his seed over the flanks. The sight had Severus hardening in his trousers and the whole audience on their feet clapping such a performance.
Severus could hardly wait until the play was over and he and Harry could spend some time alone, but it seemed an awfully long time before the curtain fell. Hands clapping, feet stamping; the cast returned again and again for curtain calls. It must have been half an hour or more before the lights came up and the actors returned to their dressing rooms.
Severus settled his robe around him and made his way to Harry's dressing room, trying to fight his way through the crowd, appalled at the gaggle of giggling females collected there. "Out of the way," he commanded in the tone of voice used to being obeyed and the crowd parted at once. Severus knocked on the door. "Harry, it's me."
The door opened a fraction and Severus was pulled inside and kissed soundly as soon as Harry had the door closed again. "Oh God! Severus! I want you!" Harry panted as he nibbled his way down to Severus' jaw and thrust his hips against Severus'.
Knowing Severus was watching him during the play, had made Harry half-hard for most of it and during the nude scene; he was completely erect and knowing that Severus could see everything from his vantage point just made the whole thing seem deliciously hot. He hadn't intended to have a real orgasm during the play, but he'd just happened to glance up and see his husband's dark gaze on him and Harry was lost, coming so suddenly that he barely had time to think about how he was performing.
He was hard again, his cock poking out through the slit in his dressing gown; he hadn't bothered putting any clothes back on, knowing they'd only be removed again. Severus was breathing heavily and Harry knew the man was aroused as he was, or maybe even more as Harry had already come once tonight. Severus’ hands wrapped around his waist, and then moved lower, tucking the dressing gown out of the way and caressing Harry's buttocks. Harry mewled and rutted against Severus leg. "Please, Master! Please!"
One finger slid into Harry’s crease and Severus gasped as he encountered the slickness already there. "You slut," Severus hissed in his ear. "You're ready and waiting for it, aren't you? You want my cock to split you in two, don't you?"
"Yes! God yes!" groaned Harry, he'd cast the lubrication spell on himself almost as soon as he'd left the stage, wanting to feel Severus in him as soon as possible. Tonight wasn't about slow seduction; it was all about heat and need and want and God how he wanted! "Severus!" He gasped again as Severus' finger found his prostate and his knees grew wobbly.
"On the couch," Severus ordered and Harry didn't need telling twice. He pulled the dressing gown off and lay down over the arm of the faded velvet couch; resting his arms there and anticipating the burn of when Severus would first enter him; the pain slowly fading to pleasure and Harry moaned at just the thought. His cock was leaking precome over the side of the sofa and he began thrusting up and down, anything to get some relief on his aching cock. "I'm so hard!" Harry moaned as he felt Severus swat him on the arse.
"Not yet. You're not going to come until I'm inside you and I've filled you to bursting with my come. It's going to be dripping out of you, there'll be so much."
"Ahh! Master - I can't - I can't!" Harry yelled in a panic, feeling the tension coiling in his balls and belly. He hadn't been given permission to come yet. Severus took pity on him and conjured a cock ring, securing it at the base of Harry’s cock. "Thank you, Master."
"Only for tonight," Severus hissed. "You need to learn control without it."
From the tone of his Master's voice, Harry didn't think that Severus was all that in control either. "Yes, sir."
Harry felt Severus' fingers stretching him and despite his pleas and moans, Severus refused to give in and breach Harry until he'd stretched him well first. It reminded Harry of how much Severus took care not to hurt him during this act and he felt the love for this man who was his Master soar once again in his breast.
Seemingly satisfied that Harry was ready, Severus removed his fingers and in the next instant Harry felt his muscles contract around the glorious cock of his Master. Oh, yes, that was what he was waiting for. What he had wanted; what he had imagined as he was riding bareback in the play. The length of Severus filling him, impaling him like a sword and he moaned in pleasure as Severus began to thrust harder and harder against him.
Harry's cock was trapped between his body and the sofa and he had to brace his hands on the seat cushions or he and the sofa would have been moving across the floor, Severus was being so rough with him. He was hard and aching, desperate for release but the cock ring prevented him from coming. Harry clawed at the cushions and wailed; blood was pounding everywhere, sweat was dripping down his back as his Master fucked him long and deep. Knowing that Harry would not be able to come until his Master had found his own release; Harry squeezed his arse around Severus' prick and was rewarded with a throaty groan and speedier thrusts.
A few moments later; Severus did as he had promised and Harry felt himself filled with his husband's warm seed.
"Harry! Merlin! Harry!" Severus groaned as he came, holding Harry's hips hard enough to bruise. Severus placed little, biting kisses on Harry's neck and shoulders, even though he was till panting harshly from his own orgasm. Harry's whole body was quivering, trembling on a knife edge of desire as Severus pulled up and began to kiss his way down Harry's spine.
Harry could feel his Master's seed dripping down his thighs and he wailed when he felt the first touch of Severus' tongue against his anus, licking him clean of his own emission. "Please, sir! Please!" begged Harry, thrusting his arse up in the air to get more and more of that wonderful tongue inside him. Harry felt as if he was going to burst; he ached to come, he needed to come so badly. God, Harry loved this - the slurping noises Severus was making, the way Severus interspersed his licking with small nibbles.
A silent spell released the constraint around his cock and a few more thrusts of Severus' tongue and Harry was coming; spurting over the velvet as his limbs turned to rubber, screaming wordlessly as rope after rope of semen left him. He felt as if he was flying rapidly towards the ceiling as his whole body continued to shudder with aftershocks.
"Severus," he gasped when he came down and found himself settled on his husband's knee with strong arms wrapped around him. Both of them were still naked, but Severus had draped a blanket over them.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Severus kissed his sweaty forehead.
"I'm fine. That was just so intense."
"It always is with you," said Severus. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Are you going to come to every performance?" asked Harry, grinning.
"No, Harry. I intend to come after every performance, as will you."
Article in the Daily Prophet
Still going strong five years after it's first debut, the play Equus will continue indefinitely at the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts. Asked whether he will continue to play the lead role even though he has graduated from the Academy; Harry Potter had this to say. "I will continue to play the part if the Academy and the audiences wish it. It's a very stimulating part."