THE DIRTY SHIRT
By Your Cruise Director

Chapter One

"I doubt that there's been one boy admitted to Hogwarts who hasn't at some point used underage magic to clean his bedsheets at home. The ability to make a mess like this one go away is probably a factor in determining which boys receive acceptance letters."

Severus spoke the words with a soft snicker of derision, raising his wand to clean up the cooling damp stain on the bed. Then, spotting Harry's blush, his eyes widened and he lowered his arm. "You don't mean to tell me that talking to snakes and refusing to let Petunia cut your hair were the only indications of your magical abilities? No naughty snooping on neighbor boys, or playing with your..." Severus coughed indelicately. "Playing with your wand in some inappropriate place, protected in ways you didn't quite understand but you knew would keep your secret safe?"

"I spent most of my childhood shut away in a cupboard when I wasn't being made to do chores. There wasn't much chance to get up to that sort of trouble." But Harry's face was still hot, and Severus was still looking at him speculatively, prick twitching slightly as it rested on the wet spot he hadn't yet made disappear.

"That might have been even more reason to conjure up a spell to hide your private entertainment."

"Believe it or not, wanking was not a big priority for me in Uncle Vernon's house. Merlin knows what humiliation they'd have devised if they caught me at it." Harry shrugged, shifting to sit up on the bed. His cheeks were still warm, and Severus's challenging look reminded Harry of how things had been long before, when Professor Snape had had nearly as much power to punish him as his uncle had once wielded. "I did have a pissing shirt."

"You what?" Severus put down his wand without bothering to cast the cleaning spell. "What is a pissing shirt?"

Harry bit his lip. He had never told this to anyone, and the thought that Dumbledore might somehow have known about it -- even if it had been a deciding factor in Harry's admission to Hogwarts -- was mortifying. "I told you how my uncle used to lock me in at night if he was angry, and sometimes during the day if they had to rush out someplace."

"They left you locked alone in a cupboard with no adult in the house?" asked Severus in a disapproving voice.

"It wasn't much worse than some of your detentions." At that, Severus glanced away, and Harry felt emboldened to continue. "I don't recall you checking up on my welfare at that age so long as I was breathing. They didn't either -- they didn't bother to ask things like whether I needed the loo, and if I'd woken them in the night to let me out for that, I'd have been punished for a month." "It hardly sounds as if they could have devised any punishment more severe than your usual routine."

"You've no idea." Was Severus actually expressing sympathy? Most of the time, when Harry talked about his horrible childhood, Severus snorted and suggested that it wasn't nearly as bad as Harry made it out to be. As terrible as it had been to grow up without parents, Harry supposed, it must have been even worse to grow up with a father who didn't love his son, as Severus had endured. "They found plenty of ways to punish me. Once, when I was very young and I wet my bed, Aunt Petunia sent me to school with...look, let's just say that I learned very quickly not to wet the bed."

"But they locked you in at night." Severus had an odd expression on his face, and a quick glance down his body confirmed Harry's suspicions: he was aroused hearing about it.

"You're a sadist!"

"I've never refused to let you use the loo until you lost control." But Severus's cock was quite hard now, big and dark as it hovered over the pale sheet with its discolored damp patch. "What did you do?"

"Well, like I said, I had this shirt." Harry blushed again. "One night Dudley gave me some kind of prank sweet, it started out tasting like cherry and then cinnamon but after that it turned hot and burned my tongue. I drank a lot of water and shouted at Dudley. Then Uncle Vernon shouted at me and locked me in, and went he went to bed, I realized I'd drunk too much."

Pausing for breath, Harry ran his hand through his mussed hair and watched Severus shift to watch him. "Go on," Severus prompted, cock twitching in anticipation.

"Whether or not you're a sadist, you are a complete pervert."

"Yes."

Severus's eyes were dark and hungry, and Harry felt his own cock responding. "Fine. I was desperate. I tried to break the lock, with no more luck than usual, and I tried to pry open the crack where the spiders came from, but I couldn't tug the wood apart, and anyway I'd have been in more trouble for breaking anything than for waking Uncle Vernon. Then I started looking for something I could piss in that would hold it till morning when I could pour it out in the toilet."

"How resourceful. You haven't been pissing in my vials at night, have you?"

"Like you said, you've never refused to let me use the loo. Why, would you like to catch me at it?" There was no need for Severus to nod; his prick was answering for him. "That night, I was desperate. And while I was bent over looking under the bed for a teacup or a bowl or anything to piss in, I could feel it starting to come out."

"You pissed in your nightclothes?" Severus sounded somewhat breathless and his cock was huge, even though he had come in Harry's arse not very long before while Harry had thrust into Severus's hand and made the mess on the sheets.

"Enjoying that picture, are you?" Harry smirked, but Severus was clearly too excited to object. "I can see that you do. But I didn't dare. If I had pissed in my nightclothes, Aunt Petunia would probably have made me wear them to school the next morning."

"Then what did you do?"

The question was practically a plea. Harry had thought Severus might want to hear the story only to embarrass Harry with it later. He had had no idea that it would get Severus so hot. Smirking, he leaned closer to Severus's ear.

"I shoved my pants down and grabbed the shirt I'd worn that day, and I wrapped it around my prick and pissed in that." Severus let out a soft moan. "And pissed, and pissed..." Harry made a psssss noise for emphasis, grinning as he watched Snape's prick jerk against his belly. "I thought it was going to overflow all over my legs and the floor. I was shaking a little because I knew I was going to be in so much trouble but it felt so good anyway. And I was kind of praying to any higher power who might be listening to make the mess go away."

"And?" Severus's fingers had closed around his own cock and he was moving them, rubbing his thumb beneath the head while Harry spoke.

"And I pissed until I was empty, but it never dripped out. And when I let the shirt unfold, it was dry."

"You must have cast exsugo without realizing that you were doing so." Severus grunted softly, stroking himself faster as Harry watched. Shifting, he spread his knees and began to tug on his own hard cock.

"I don't know what I did, but at the time I thought it was a miracle. I kept thinking about it, and then one night when I was in trouble and locked in again, I got a bit brave and I decided to see if it would work one more time."

"And it did?" Severus let out a soft groan. "You stood in your cupboard and pissed in your shirt?"

"Pissed and pissed, but the shirt stayed dry." They were watching each other, Severus's hand now moving steadily and quickly over his cock while Harry rubbed more slowly. "I wanted to let out just a little trickle at first, in case the shirt didn't work that time, but once I started, the pee started to pour out. I watched the stream to see if I could find out where it was disappearing to, but it looked like -- well, magic. And all the other times, I could never figure it out."

"All the other...?" Severus's eyes were rolling shut. "You mean you...?"

"All the time, after that. Why bother to get up and go to the loo in the cold? I would lie on my bed with my shirt wrapped around my cock and I would piss..."

The bed heaved as Severus shuddered, a strangled moan tearing itself from his throat. "Fuck," he uttered, body going rigid. Then he spurted over his fingers onto his belly and the sheet, face twisted in pleasure.

"Complete...pervert..." Harry panted, wanking himself furiously, picturing Severus coming and himself pissing and himself pissing for Severus or maybe on Severus or maybe the other way around, with or without a shirt between them. Hazily he saw Severus collapse back against the bed, a telltale flush staining his usually pale cheeks. "Very...dirty..."

Then he was coming, and the room went red.

By the time he could see again, his fingers were sticky and the bed had a third stain. His lover was watching him with a smirk. "Very dirty," Severus agreed.

"I had no idea you were so kinky," wheezed Harry, collapsing beside him, unmindful of the wet spot.

"And I had no idea you could be such a naughty boy."

"You've been saying I was a naughty boy for years! Thought you must have decided that's what you liked about me. I mean, bringing you back from the dead was a bit naughty, too."

"It would have been far more so if I had, in fact, died."

Severus's damp fingers made their way across Harry's chest, making him shiver as he bent his head to taste them. Sometimes he still felt a bit embarrassed about wanting to lick Severus clean, but like most of Harry's inhibitions, that was quickly disappearing.

"A pissing shirt. How very imaginative, Potter. It suggests so many other possibilities for your gifts."

Beneath the sarcasm, Severus sounded delighted with him, and Harry grinned as he lifted his mouth to speak. "I wonder if it's as easy to use what's the spell, exsugo, on a person."

He felt Severus press against him. "On a person, what would be the hurry to clean it up?" Severus asked. Pausing, he bent his head to lick one of Harry's fingers. "Do you still have the dirty shirt?"

"No. I outgrew it." Harry felt Severus sigh. "But I think maybe I need something to replace it. Got any suggestions?"

Chapter Two

Harry smiled as he looked at Severus, who was still flushed from the orgasm he had had given himself while listening to Harry tell him stories of pissing in inappropriate places. Severus smirked back. Reaching out a hand, he made a teacup float over to the bed, still mostly full of now-lukewarm tea.

"Drink this," he ordered Harry. "I would like to see a proper test of this supposed magical cleaning skill of yours."

"You just want to watch me piss," Harry accused. He grinned even more widely when Severus put a refilling charm on the teacup, then reached for a handkerchief and draped it over his cock.

"Let's see if you can use this as a pissing shirt."

Harry took a noisy gulp, fingers clutching the teacup as more liquid sloshed into it with each sip. "I can use anything," he said offhandedly. "I learned to be inventive in my cupboard." Another sip, gazing warmly at Severus over the brim. "Shirts, socks. Even one of Aunt Petunia's dishcloths." He decided, taking another sip of tea, that he very much liked the way Severus groaned and squirmed.

"Did this filthy practice of yours stop when you arrived at Hogwarts?" Severus asked.

"I was a bit more careful at first. I thought the teachers could tell when we were doing magic we weren't supposed to be doing." Harry cocked an eyebrow, slurping his tea. "Like the way you always seemed to be nosing about whenever I was out of my dormitory...that sort of thing."

"But surely you must have realized that the faculty couldn't possibly monitor every student all of the time."

"Oh yes, I realized." Harry smiled wickedly. "And I also realized that what I did inside the curtains of my own bed was my own business." He decided that he liked the heat that flared in Severus's eyes when they talked about this, too. Slowly he drank more tea, smiling over the rim again.

"Dirty boy," Severus accused, settling himself in the open V of Harry's legs and sliding his hands down his shins as if already seeing them running yellow with piss.

"Your dirty boy," Harry agreed, flicking his tongue over a stray drop of tea on the cup before drinking again. Oh, Severus liked that. His cock twitched under the narrow handkerchief that scarcely covered his pubic hair. "So...you want to watch me piss and make it disappear?"

"Purely as a test of your skills," announced Severus.

"But what if it doesn't work?" Harry watched as the teacup refilled itself again, then took a big swallow. "Mmm...what if I accidentally soak you?"

Beneath the thin handkerchief, Severus's cock twitched again. "Then you'll have to clean me up, won't you," he growled.

Pressure was mounting on Harry's bladder, so he shifted up onto his knees, dragging his cock over the scrap of linen covering Severus's cock, leaving a damp streak. "What if I can't stop?" he asked, curling his fingers around the base of his cock, teasing not just himself as he squeezed it again over the handkerchief. "What if I can't help pissing all over you?"

An impatient noise -- half whimper, half groan -- dragged out of Severus's throat. "What if I can't wait to finish this experiment?" he demanded, raising his hips slightly, brushing his own draped cock over Harry's. The contact made Harry shiver and his cock throbbed, but by now he needed to piss far too badly to get hard. With a small moan he looked down at the handkerchief with the bulge of Severus's cock under it, closed his eyes for a moment to distract himself from his arousal, and let out a jet of piss directly onto the fabric.

Severus's urgent groan made him open his eyes, looking down at the thin material as it darkened and clung to the hard flesh beneath. A yellow stream was pouring out of him, and since Harry hadn't made the least effort to make it disappear, it was flowing down Severus's thighs, spilling over his hips onto the bed and soaking into the sheets.

It was so much better than pissing alone into his shirt, even that first time he'd dared try it in his dorm, better even then that time he'd done it in the boy's loo but not in the toilet. "Oh god, oh fuck," he whispered, dragging his eyes up to Severus's face. Severus was staring at the gush of piss pouring out of Harry, one hand stirring as if to reach out and touch it. "Do it," Harry urged. "I won't last like this."

Severus's fingers moved into the hissing spray, making the stream split around them and sending it spattering over Harry's thighs. Not that Harry minded in the least, particularly when Severus then pulled his hand to his nose and sniffed at the fingers. Severus's other hand had moved to his cock and was stroking it, rubbing Harry's piss into the hardening shaft.

"Look how hot that makes you," Harry accused, though he was smiling in approval, not to mention relief. "You're the perfect replacement for my pissing shirt." As much as he wanted to watch himself keep pouring onto the drenched linen, he felt the torrent slowing and shook the end of his prick, making sure the last few drops ended up on Severus's fingers.

"The experiment isn't over," Severus said, bunching the handkerchief around the base of his cock.

Harry wasn't sure what made him do it, whether it was something he'd once thought about alone or whether he'd secretly thought about doing it with Severus. But he found himself bending over, licking around the wet head of Severus's cock, tasting his own piss in a way he never had before, or had even, until that moment, admitted he wanted to. The piss was salty and made his tongue curl, but he could also taste Severus's come, and if he needed any further encouragement, the wail of delight that burst out of Severus's mouth would have convinced him.

He slid his mouth down further, tasting the distinct flavor that was Severus's cock -- something else Harry wasn't sure whether he'd only recently decided he wanted or had imagined in some secret corner of his mind for years. "So dirty," Severus moaned, wet fingers sliding into Harry's hair. The older man was trembling slightly, not fully hard -- evidently it was too soon after coming for him.

"Very dirty," Harry agreed, releasing the cock with a pop and blowing over the head. "You've dreamed about being dirty like this for years, haven't you?" When there was no reply but a shudder, Harry added, "I think you should piss for me, too. All over yourself."

"Oh fuck," Severus choked, a low gush of piss spurting from his cock, quickly cut off as if long-ingrained habits had kicked in.

"Come on, you can do better than that," Harry urged, sliding his cheek along one side of his wet leg, watching the dripping handkerchief draped like a wet half moon around Severus's wet prick.

"Yes, let me just --" Severus's eyes fluttered shut, as if the sight of Harry was too distracting. And there is was, the merest trickle at first, then harder as a moan followed. "Bloody hell, can't --"

"Yes, you can," Harry said, hand sliding along his other thigh, letting his thumb dip closer to the spreading trail. Severus's cock jerked, making the spray spatter wildly for a moment, splashing across Harry's fingers and cheek. It smelled strong yet somehow not offensive. "You love being dirty and you love me dirty," Harry added, licking a spot on his cheek where the piss had landed, watching the stream strengthen again as if Severus simply could not resist the urge to wet himself now that he'd started. "And I can be very dirty." Leaning up, he brushed his lips over the hot fountain from Severus's cock.

"Fuck!" The word tore out of Severus's throat. "If I hadn't just -- oh god --" Shaking fingers slid into Harry's hair as Harry let the stream splash onto his tongue. Another pulse arced higher and he swallowed, realizing that, like the smell, the taste didn't bother him as much as he would have believed, and the idea of actually drinking --

He closed his mouth around the head and took a gulp. Severus's piss felt very hot sliding down his throat, hot and slick and salty. For a moment his throat threatened to rebel, but he swallowed again, thinking of how Severus's face had looked as he began to pour out...his own cock twitched and he moaned around the now-weakening stream.

"Fuck," groaned Severus again, trembling all over.

"Mmm," replied Harry, grinning. "I like you dirty."

Severus ran a hand through the hair that had fallen in front of his face. His cheeks were colored, his eyes bright with arousal. "Come up here," he growled. Heedless of the puddles they'd made, Harry scrambled up to obey, lowering his mouth for a kiss that made both of them groan. "That was --" Severus began again, but he couldn't seem to be able to stop kissing Harry, tongue sliding over his as if memorizing the taste.

"...really hot," Harry finished for him, rubbing his hardening cock against Severus's belly. "Oh, but sir, I seem to have neglected my cleaning spell..."

"Later," Severus panted against his mouth, not even bothering to sound cross. His prick was rising as well, and Harry rubbed a wet thigh over it. "Need you to fuck me."

"In the puddle?" Harry clarified with a smirk.

"In the puddle. Right here, wicked boy."

"Wicked! Curious you should call me that when we've already agreed you're a complete pervert. Ask me nicely."

Heat flared in the dark depths of Severus's eyes. "Fuck me now," he demanded, pushing against Harry's leg as he splayed himself back on the bed.

"Good enough," Harry nodded, settling on his knees between Severus's outstretched legs. "God, you look hot like this," he added, sliding his hands down Severus's wet legs.

"Like what?" Severus demanded. For a moment Harry thought they might be revisiting the early days of their relationship, when Harry had had a difficult time convincing him that Harry had wanted him because of his looks, not despite them. But then Severus said, "Like I want to be fucked in a puddle of my own piss?"

"Yes...exactly," Harry hissed in satisfaction, picking up Severus's wand, because it was nearer. He uttered the lubrication charm but made sure to get plenty of piss on his fingers before sliding a fingertip inside Severus's arse. "Ever been fucked in a puddle of your own piss before?"

Severus shook his head, cheeks still faintly colored and hair clinging stickily to his forehead.

"But I bet you've wanked in it." A pause, then a short nod. It pleased Harry absurdly to know that he was the only one who had ever seen Severus like this -- probably the only one who had ever made Severus admit to this dirty kink.

"I bet I'm not the only one," Severus countered, pushing back on Harry's deepening finger.

Harry's smirk was unrepentent, getting another finger wet to add to the first, enjoying the faces Severus was making as his body yielded to Harry's touch. "I bet you'd love to watch me do it, wouldn't you?" Harry said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers. "Love to wank on me while I'm pissing," he went on, finally getting a muffled groan from Severus's lips.

"Love to piss on you while you're wanking," corrected Severus rather breathlessly.

"I'm game for both," Harry told him, twisting the fingers, nudging the hard bulb inside Severus that drew a catlike yowl from him. "Love to feel your hot piss running down my body..."

"In your hair," breathed Severus.

"Complete pervert." Harry paused with his fingers deep inside, grinning. "In my mouth?"

Severus's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "Oh fuck yes," he muttered, making rocking motions with his hips before his eyes opened again. "And you'd drink it. Lap at me like a puppy, like you were doing before."

Harry's fingers made a soft sucking sound as he withdrew them. "I'm a bit of a pervert myself," he said with a grin, not even pausing to wonder if he really would do it again, drink from Severus's cock like a fountain.

"I hadn't noticed," Severus drawled, his expressive mouth tugging up at the corners.

"Thought that's why you kept me around," retorted Harry. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it over the stretched hole, nudging only the very tip inside.

"In case you hadn't noticed, there hasn't been a queue to indulge in sex with me," panted Severus between moans.

"Well, in case you haven't been reading your fan mail, there are dozens of people of both sexes going on about what a hero you are and how they wish they could show their appreciation," Harry countered. "Are you only letting me fuck you because you think I'm the only one who wants to?"

Severus's eyes were dark and fierce as he tugged on Harry's buttocks, pulling him in deeper. "I'm letting you fuck me because you're the only one I want," he growled.

From Severus this was as good an admission of affection as he was likely to get. "And because we're both complete perverts together," Harry growled, letting himself be pulled deeper inside the tight heat of Severus's body.

"There is that," Severus smirked agreeably, lifting his legs to hold Harry in place. "I think I like this side of you."

"You think you do?" Harry said, lifting and snapping his hips, making sure he got the angle just right as he began to move his cock.

Severus let out a long groan, locking his ankles behind Harry's back. "Definitely...always knew you were wicked," he muttered.

"Just naughty," demurred Harry, thrusting in deep and withdrawing. Severus felt so good around him, writhing and squeezing. "Never thought to be this wicked till you took me to bed."

"You took me to bed," Severus groaned. "Never imagined...oh..."

Harry decided he liked it best of all when he made Severus speechless. He tugged one of Severus's hands around Severus's cock, pumping it several times to show Severus what he wanted to see. "Glad I did. Glad I didn't let you talk me out of it," he said as Severus's hand moved with increasing speed. They synchronized movements easily -- Harry's thrusts matching each slide of fingers on Severus's cock.

"You don't imagine for a moment that I was genuinely going to turn down the prospect of --" He hissed softly as Harry brushed once more over his prostate. "The prospect of sex with you even before I knew how naughty you were?"

"Didn't think you had much use for me," Harry shrugged, placing his own hand over Severus's on Severus's cock and jerking it upward. "Didn't realize how badly you wanted a naughty boy to piss on you..."

Severus bucked up, groaning, cock pulsing beneath Harry's hand. "You get really excited whenever I talk about pissing," Harry panted, thrusting faster. "You're the naughty one. I think you need to be spanked, and maybe tied up and pissed all over..."

"Fuck, Harry, fuck!" Severus shuddered, writhing under him. As Harry watched, spurts of semen burst out of the head of his cock, spattering his belly and both their hands.

Harry wanted desperately to hold on, but Severus's convulsing body drew him inward, cock overruling any other consideration. "Oh fuck, that too!" he cried, swaying as his own climax slammed through him. His fingers were slippery with come as he slowed his hand on Severus's cock.

"That was --" Severus looked speechless again, staring down at the splattered plain of his belly.

"Really hot, I know," Harry said, letting his weight carry him down for the kiss he really needed.

"Mmmm," Severus hummed against his mouth, indulging him, sliding his tongue between Harry's lips. "Far beyond that."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry. At moments like this, when Severus was limp with satiation, he was less likely to be quick with a snide remark.

"That was the dirtiest, most wicked sex ever."

"More where that came from," Harry said, grinning into th kiss. "Lots more."

"Oh yes," Severus moaned, shuddering as if Harry had already begun making good on that promise. There was one good thrust left in his prick and Harry made it before letting himself slip free, but only as far as Severus's side, sliding his fingers in the spatters oh his belly. After having swallowed piss, semen seemed less bitter.

"Careful, Potter, or I shall decide to keep you," purred Severus, muscles undulating beneath the fingers, still sounding breathless.

"Think you have that backward," replied Harry, sucking on a finger. Beneath the come, he could taste the salty remains of Severus's piss. "I'm going to keep you." With a smirk, he concentrated on the spell that he now knew was exsugo, leaving them and the bed both dry and clean. "Use you as a toilet whenever I want. Fuck you just like this after you wet yourself for me."

He felt Severus tremble all over with a shiver of pleasure, pulling him closer, face in his hair. "Definitely keeping you."

Chapter Three

Severus woke to the feeling of something wet and warm pouring over his body, soaking into his skin through the flimsy sheet that separated him from Harry. The sheet must have slipped between them in sleep; Severus did not like anything that kept him from touching Harry in every place he could make contact, even asleep. When he had found himself making this observation, he had told himself that it was because Harry had killed Voldemort and saved Severus's life, which likely had left residual magic between them.

What was between them now, however, was much hotter than magic. Harry was pissing on him, smirking in the dim room as he relieved himself with a noisy hiss over Severus's groin. Severus could not see the stream spraying out of Harry's cock but even so, it was no less arousing to be held down and soaked like this. He moaned, his own cock jerking, unsure whether it wanted to get hard or empty his own full bladder.

"Going to lick you clean and drink you," Harry whispered.

That cast the deciding vote -- Severus's prick leaped to full awareness. "Dirty boy!" he moaned, the last vestiges of sleep swirling away. The tangy, salty scent of piss filled his nostrils as he slid his hand around his prick, spreading the splashing liquid over it and stroking himself.

Harry grinned, rubbing the tip of his own prick against Severus's, watching piss coat his fingers. "Not as dirty as I'm going to be," he promised. The yellow stream sputtered out, spilling between Severus's legs and wetting his arsehole. He was not going to beg Harry to fuck him again...not until after he'd got his cock sucked, at least. "Besides, you're completely filthy at the moment," added Harry, inspecting his handiwork as he squeezed his cock empty, sending droplets of piss over Severus's belly. "You need..."

Severus was already moaning helplessly as the dark head lowered, licking first at the gleaming spatters of piss near his navel, then into his pubic hair. His cock stood at full attention in his hand. "Please," he whimpered, trying to move it into range of Harry's tongue.

"You need me," Harry said, his voice gone low and breathy. He gave Severus's cock a broad lick, looking up from beneath his fringe as if in inquiry.

Severus decided to answer even if it had not been a question. Harry's need to be reassured of his desirability had come up before, and was a very small price to pay for the pleasure of his company. Particularly in bed. "I need you," Severus assented, combing his fingers through Harry's hair. The perfect pink lips smiled around his cock, sucking noisily before releasing the head and dipping down to kiss and lick the underside of the shaft clean.

"You need me," Harry continued, "to make you come..." His tongue swiped Severus's balls. "And then you need to me to suck you like this..." Harry shifted, mouth sliding up Severus's cock to slurp at the head again. "Until you start to piss." The tongue slid into the slit and Harry hummed as if eating something wonderful. "And then I'm going to drink it while you watch and you're going to love every second."

If Severus did not know for a fact that Harry had never learned Legilimency properly, he would have believed that Harry had stolen one of his fantasies, pulled right out of thoughts that had grown increasingly daring as Severus discovered just how naughty Harry could be and how very much they both enjoyed it. He shuddered helplessly, twitching against Harry's tongue. "I will," he agreed. "Love every second."

"Good," said Harry, smiling at him just as sweetly. "Because I might want you to suck me while I drink you. Want to come in your mouth."

Moaning, Severus watched the pulse in his cock throbbing against Harry's lips. He was eager to obey, content for Harry to take the lead in this naughty scenario. "Want it all," he said, wriggling his fingers in his own drenched pubic hair and licking the fingers slowly.

Harry's answering moan was rewarding. "Want every drop," countered Harry, repeating the motion, fellating one finger showily.

"I'll give it to you," Severus promised, dragging out his reply, watching Harry suck the fingers clean. His cock was twitching but he was in no hurry to end this drawn-out pleasure. Slowly Harry slipped the last finger from his mouth and licked just as showily around the head of Severus's cock. "I'll give you every dirty thing you want."

"Every?" Pausing, Harry grinned around Severus's cock. "You don't think I'm a wicked boy who needs a spanking?"

Groaning, Severus shut his eyes as his cock jerked against Harry's extended tongue. He thought he might come merely listening to Harry talk. But he also knew a request when he heard one, no matter how it had been worded. "I think you're going to get that, too."

Harry put on a frightened pout that had not fooled Snape as a teacher and did not for a moment make him doubt that Harry wanted this as much as he did. "Over my knees, Potter," he said, in his sternest voice. The pout blossomed into a grin, quickly masked as Harry nodded obediently.

"Yes, sir!" Harry said with an eagerness he'd never displayed as a student as he wriggled over Severus's wet knees.

"Wicked boy," barked Severus in the fiercest voice he could summon with his cock pressing into Harry's belly. He brought his hand down carefully, not wishing to cause sufficient pain to ruin the mood, but Harry only groaned and thrust down against him.

"Oh god yes! So wicked!" Severus smacked the other cheek, watching the handprint he'd left turn from white to red to pink. "Need to be punished, sir!"

A roster of sins seemed called for. Severus rubbed the fading handprint. "It was very wicked to piss on me before I was even awake," he said, lifting his hand again. Harry was thrashing his cock desperately against Severus's thigh.

"Couldn't help it," Harry moaned, the moan changing quickly to a yelp as Severus brought his hand down.

"Couldn't help it, what," Severus said, sliding his hand over the pinking cheek.

"Couldn't help it, sir!," Harry panted. "Wanted to soak you!"

Severus's cock jerked as he smacked Harry again, only barely holding in a moan. "Then you could help it --" Slap! "-- and you made a choice." Slap!

Harry's buttocks were now equally pink and his cock was thrusting wildly against Severus. "I know I was wicked!" he wailed. "I'm very wicked! You should put me in my place, sir!"

"This is your place," Severus announced, the deep satisfaction he felt resounding in his voice. "In my bed. Over my knees. Or on your knees."

"Or fucking you into the mattress," grunted Harry, who then yelped as Severus spanked him once more.

Severus's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Fucking you into the mattress, sir," he said, lifting his fingers to flutter lightly over the curve of Harry's arse, teasing instead of punishing now.

"Yes, sir!" Harry said, squirming, more slowly now, more rhythmically, eyes glazing over.

Severus slapped him again, harder. Harry yelped. "You are not to come until your cock is buried inside my arse!"

"I can't bury my cock in your arse in this position! Sir!" objected Harry, pressing against Severus's thigh rather urgently. Somewhat reluctantly, Severus released him, letting his hand slide across the bright pink buttocks as they moved over the wet, darkened sheets.

He rolled onto all fours, thrusting his arse back at Harry. Behind him he could hear the pop of a vial being uncorked and the slippery sound of lube being slicked over a cock. "Don't forget," Harry added, "I'll fuck you till you come, but then I want your cock in my mouth."

"Fuck, yes," Severus said, rocking several times on his hands and knees. For anyone else he'd hate to expose himself like this, his body and its vulnerabilities, but Harry had never balked at taking the pleasure Severus offered and gave freely in return. "If I last," he added, nearly too softly for Harry to hear.

Nearly. "You'll last," Harry said, pinching the skin just between his arse and leg. Severus yelped. "Or you'll be the one over my knees!" To emphasize his point, Harry delivered a single smack across a buttock before rubbing a lube-slicked finger around and just inside Severus, who groaned in surprise. He had never allowed anyone to hit him in a sexual situation; if anyone had ever tried, he would have delivered a painful hex. But when Harry did it, just as when he gave Severus orders and made demands, it only excited him. "So tight," Harry moaned in approval, withdrawing the finger, even though Severus was still somewhat slick from being fucked the night before.

With no further stretching, Harry pressed the head of his cock against Severus's hole and pushed very slowly, entering, withdrawing, entering again, until Severus was shuddering with need. "Fuck me!"

"I'm going to," Harry said, his own voice rough with arousal. "Going to fuck you so hard!" There was nothing original in the words but they felt good to hear, just as Harry's prick felt good in Severus's arse, just as Harry belonged solely to him. And he to Harry, to be honest, now that they'd discovered they brought out something so satisfying in each other.

"Yes, oh fuck," Severus moaned, his voice ragged with the need Harry was denying him until Harry found his own release. Harry's hips snapped, slamming Severus forward, forcing him to brace on his hands. His cock jerked in the air below his belly, but he did not dare stroke it. "Please," he groaned.

"Oh yes," Harry panted, fingers digging into Severus's hips, thighs slapping against him as he thrust forcefully in. "Going to fuck you and going to come...oh god...going to come in your arse, fuck!"

A noise leaked out of Severus's throat, probably the most undignified sound he'd ever made but he was so far beyond caring that he made it again, a keening whimper of need. "Yes, oh god, come inside me!" he begged, "Use me!" Harry's fingers were leaving bruises -- the idea made Severus's cock throb even harder. With a long shudder that must have started in the balls of his feet, Harry slammed in for a final time, crying out incoherently what might have been Severus's name, shaking hard enough in his release to rock the bed.

Even though he had not touched himself, Severus could feel his balls tightening; he could not escape the feeling of Harry's cock buried in his arse, nor the memory of Harry's piss pouring over his body and the promise that Harry wanted Severus to do the same in his mouth. "Fuck," he grunted, shuddering all over. "Harry -- please -- can't wait --"

He felt Harry shift behind him, sliding his cock free, then found himself tumbled to the bed in a most undignified way, or at least he would have thought so had it not had the result of rolling Severus onto his back. "Come for me, then," said Harry, sliding down and wrapping his lips around the head of Severus's still-dirty cock.

Severus needed no further urging. Bucking up into Harry's mouth, Severus's prick nearly exploded with relief, balls so tight they almost hurt as they brushed Severus's thighs. Almost. The rasp of pain melded with the exquisite wet heat of Harry's mouth, sending Severus toppling over the edge of desire. "Fuck, oh god," he groaned, spilling himself endlessly until the room seemed to go gray around him.

He felt Harry licking him clean, then nuzzling his groin. "Happy now?" asked Harry, slurping noisily.

"Merlin's balls, yes," Severus whispered hoarsely.

"Rather have your balls." Harry's laugh sent a cool breeze wafting over Severus's cock, reminding him that he still urgently needed to empty his bladder. "But right now I want something else."

Severus didn't even need to think to start the flow. It seemed to pour out of him as easily as his orgasm had. A hot burst spurted out of the tip of his prick and it felt so good to relieve himself that he didn't care where the jet was aimed. "Oh god, I hope this is what you wanted," he moaned.

Harry hummed approvingly as the stream hissed against his cheek, running down off his chin and dripping back onto Severus's thigh. "Love it when you piss for me," he said, taking Severus's spraying cock into his hand and angling it upward. A moment later Severus moaned again as he watched Harry lower his face to the fountaining piss and drink from it. He felt Harry's tongue flicking out to taste the spot on his cock just above the slit from which the piss was pouring out.

The sight of Harry bending toward his prick was so erotic that Severus would have come instantly if his prick had been able to do more than pour out hot piss. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm always going to do it just like this if you're going to keep drinking it," he moaned. He felt Harry's lips curling into a smirk but he remained clamped to Severus's prick.

Severus wished he could keep pissing, but in a few more moments the stream began to sputter off, despite the encouragement of Harry's tongue licking the sensitive spot on the head of his cock and the intensely arousing sound of Harry swallowing mouthfuls of hot liquid. He shuddered softly as he finished and Harry slurped his mouth free. "I love that," announced Harry. "And I love you, too."

Still breathless with pleasure, Severus could only gape at him. "You love me...because I'll piss for you?" he asked stupidly.

"No, I love you because you can't keep your hands off me, and you enjoy every dirty, completely perverted thing I suggest, and you've made it clear that having me in your bed makes you happy," Harry said with a rather dangerous look on his face. Closing his mouth slowly, Severus nodded. That was all true. "And you know what else, I think you love me too, or you'd never let yourself admit how much you love having me piss on you."

Severus sniffed. "Fairly certain of yourself, aren't you?" he said, knowing he wouldn't fool Harry by not denying it.

Harry surveyed the wet sheets, drawing his gaze up to Severus's face. "Fairly," he said, flopping down on a sizable wet spot and pulling himself in for a kiss that Severus had no wish to deny him. Harry tasted like piss and come and Severus liked it far better than he ever would have expected. His cock throbbed only feebly, having come so recently, but he rubbed it against Harry's, which twitched back in response. "I love the way you kiss, too," Harry said breathlessly when Severus drew back for air. "I mean, I'm covered in your piss and you still kiss me like you can't wait to have my tongue in your mouth."

"My tongue was in your mouth," Severus noted haughtily. "And I love you covered in my piss."

As he had expected, Harry smiled. "That sounds like love to me," Harry said, his shorter legs wiggling in between Severus's.

"Not just very perverted affection?" Severus asked, watching Harry lick his lips as he leaned in again for another kiss.

"Oh, yes," Harry said, brushing his mouth over Severus's. "That too."

"Perhaps it is love then," Severus murmured. He had expected Harry to be pleased with this response and reward him with more kisses, and frowned when Harry drew back.

"Perhaps?"

"...very likely?"

Harry appeared pensive as he reached for his wand, and Severus expected to find his arse slicked. He yelped as his arms suddenly jerked up when Harry said, "Incarcerous!", binding Severus's wrists to the headboard. Smirking down at him, Harry added, "I see you need additional proof."

A smirk stretched Severus's mouth as well that he made no effort to hide. "What do you think this will prove?" he asked, tugging more for show on the ropes that had snaked around his wrists than from any desire to be free. Free from the bed, or from Harry. Which was, he supposed as much proof that either of them needed, though he wasn't going to dissuade Harry from proving it to him on a more -- he rolled his fingers into a fist and flexed his arms, causing the ropes to creak -- a more fundamental level.

"I think..." Harry smirked more widely, reaching for the lube. "...when I'm riding your prick, and I keep stopping to wank myself when you're almost there..." He uncorked the vial and spilled some out over his fingers, rubbing them in front of Severus's face. "...and you're begging me to finish you already, let you come..." Severus was whimpering already. "...then you'll realize that there's no 'perhaps' about it."

Turning his back, Harry slid the fingers between his own buttocks and bent so that Severus had no choice but to watch him rub them around his arsehole. It was a lesson he was looking forward to learning, especially when Harry made blissful faces while preparing himself and Severus could easily imagine his cock where Harry's fingers were, pushing into that tightness --

Severus tugged on the ropes again, and this time it wasn't for show. "God, hurry," he said, perfectly well that he was practically begging Harry to deny him.

Just as he had expected, Harry grinned at him over his shoulder and slowed his fingers, letting Severus watch every tiny movement as Harry prepared himself. The fingers disappeared with excruciating slowness into the stretched opening, then reappeared just as slowly. "I'm sure you wouldn't want me to rush," Harry said.

Whimpering again, Severus glanced up to see that the ropes were making red marks around his wrists. The bed was still warm and wet with piss and his cock was sticking straight up again. "Suppose I can't wait, and I come before you're ready," he began.

Harry turned, planting his hands on Severus's belly to rub his arse teasingly against Severus's upraised prick. "Then you'll have to be punished," he said, so matter-of-factly that Severus nearly missed the import of the words.

"You...wouldn't," Severus said, cock throbbing nearly painfully as Harry's cheeks brushed up and down over his cock.

Harry's grin was as erotic as it was diabolical. "Wouldn't I?" he said, using Severus's body for the leverage he needed to lift himself over his prick. Of course he would; Harry had already made that clear. Groaning loudly, Severus thrust up, trying to press himself into that tight channel. "You're rushing me," chided Harry, smirking, allowing Severus to pop the head of his cock just inside before lifting off entirely. Kneeling over Severus, Harry stroked himself slowly, sighing. "You haven't yet admitted that you love me."

"If I tell you I love you, then will you let me fuck you?" asked Severus hopefully.

"Ohhh...it's not so simple," Harry sighed, letting his head fall back as he wanked with exaggerated movements. "You need to admit it to yourself, not me."

Severus narrowed his eyes, too aroused to debate the finer points of his own emotions. "I don't mind admitting it," he began, licking his lips but Harry was already shaking his head.

"Not good enough." He squeezed the tip of his own cock, rubbing a thumb over the welling fluid and licking the pad of his thumb. "Not nearly."

Groaning, Severus strained against the cords again. "Fuck! Tell me what you want me to say!"

"I want nothing," Harry said innocently. Severus glared as he grinned again. Shifting, he took Severus's cock in his hand again and rubbed it against his arse. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"I want you to ride my cock," Severus growled, trying to thrust up blindly.

"Why would I do that for someone who only probably doesn't mind admitting he loves me?" Harry said, his innocent tone belying the wicked things he was doing against Severus's prick.

"Oh god, I love -- I love what we have together, the wicked things we do together, how dirty you make me feel," Severus babbled, flexing his wrists futilely against the ropes, hips bucking just as uselessly. "If you don't know I love you by now, there's no hope for you!"

"Maybe I do," Harry demurred, squeezing with his buttocks and making Severus cry out again. "But I like to hear you explain..."

True to his word, Harry was refusing to ride Severus's cock but was instead merely sitting on it, wanking himself. "Oh fuck," whimpered Severus. "I love watching you come. I love that you like to lick your fingers after one of us gets them dirty, oh please move!"

Harry's grin bordered on the diabolical. "You really like it when I do that?" he asked with a smirk, rubbing one finger along his bottom lip as if it was coated already with his own come. His tongue flicked out as if tasting it and Severus whimpered.

"Fuck, yes!" Severus said, thrashing against the taut ropes. His hips bucked uselessly against Harry's arse. "I love wanking you from behind, rubbing myself against you, love feeling your arse clench around me when you come..."

As a hint it seemed to have limited effect on Harry. "You say the most romantic things," he grinned, lifting himself and rubbing teasingly over the head of Severus's prick.

"Please!" Severus begged again, trying to thrust deep inside Harry using only his hips for guidance. It didn't work, of course, and for a moment he thought he would ejaculate just like this, spattering Harry's balls and arse with semen.

But Harry was still smirking in that adorable, infuriating way, and that enabled Severus to cling -- barely -- to his control. "Oh, all right," said Harry as if it were a great hardship to press himself down slowly onto Severus's prick. He smiled more as Severus jerked his hips up again, trying to push in faster, deeper. "Say something else romantic."

"Oh fuck! Love this! Love you!"

"Keep talking," Harry said, his grin smoothing out into a rapt smile as he impaled himself inch by inch on Severus's prick.

It was nearly too much all at once, the pressure on his wrists and the pleasure on his prick. "God, fuck!" he moaned, twisting to get Harry down lower.

"Mmmm, going to," Harry moaned softly, lowering himself all the way down before opening his eyes and looking down at Severus. "You know I love you." Severus nodded -- of that he had no doubt. No one else would have put up with him for so long. Harry lifted up slowly. "Just so you know." And he was moving, lifting and pushing down, over and over.

Severus undulated beneath him, hips rising and falling as far as his bound arms would allow. "Love you," he said again. It got easier each time, and it felt...liberating, to have been ordered to say it.

"Love you too," said Harry. He was moving his hand on himself, watching Severus. "Going to make you feel so good..."

"Because you've made me abjectly miserable up until this point," Severus gasped, flexing on the cords.

"I have, I really have," Harry said, bouncing several times on Severus's prick. "Tied you up, forced you to fuck me." He raised his arms and stretched languidly, sex and sin atop Snape's prick. "I should be punished again."

Bracing his feet, Severus thrust up into Harry, rewarded by the look of sheer pleasure across Harry's face. "Oh, you will be," Severus promised. "Repeatedly."

Dropping his arms, Harry wrapped one hand around his cock, pinching and tugging at one of his own nipples with the other. "You'll have to spank me some more," he announced. "And piss on me. Make me service your prick..."

"...like you're doing now," Severus moaned agreement, continuing to buck up into Harry's arse. "Watch you show off how wanton you are...how wicked..."

Harry's face twisted in pleasure. "God, love hearing you call me that."

"Wicked?" Severus repeated, drawing the syllables out. "Or wanton?"

"God, oh fuck, both!" Harry moaned, rocking against him, leaning forward enough to rub himself against Severus's belly. "I'm so wicked with you, fuck, so wanton!"

"Wicked boy!" Severus taunted, using the cords around his wrist for leverage as he undulated against Harry's body, each mindless moan a perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.

"Oh yes," groaned Harry in agreement, sliding up and down on Severus's cock and shoving his cock against Severus. "Love being wicked with you! Going to show you how much!"

Severus could already feel Harry's muscles inside quivering as his balls tightened. "Come on me, then, wanton boy!" he ordered, feeling his own cock near to bursting.

"Fuck, yes--" Harry cried out, his hips jutting forward, hand moving feverishly on his prick. The "yes" strangled off into a moan as jets of pearly come spat out of the end of his cock, landing on Severus's belly, his chest, even his neck.

"Perfectly wicked," Severus moaned, shuddering as his own release roared through him, lifting his hips off the bed as his cock poured endlessly into Harry's arse. He did not think he had ever been so filthy; he was covered practically from head to toe with Harry's semen and piss and his own sweat. It was, paradoxically, a liberating feeling, just like being ordered to prove that he loved Harry.

Slumping over him, Harry moaned, "Ohhfuck. You look so good like this."

"Tied up and covered in your bodily fluids?"

"Exactly. And glowing."

"I do not glow," Severus mumbled, though he didn't sound at all grumpy as he'd intended. He suspected he didn't fool Harry either, who merely rubbed his cheek against Severus's chest as if he'd already settled in to go back to sleep.

"You do so glow, at least for me," Harry said, from somewhere below his chin.

"Hands? Ropes?" Severus said, pulling on the still taut cords in case Harry had forgotten.

"Mmm, in a second," Harry purred. He was using Severus like a big pillow -- a big, wet, hairy, stinking pillow, none of which seemed to bother Harry, as he had made no effort to clean either of them up yet. "I can feel you glowing."

"That's sweating, not glowing," Severus replied. Then he realized that he had forgotten to keep struggling.

"If you say so." Harry lifted his head, grinning, and reached for his wand. A moment later, Severus's hands were free and he was as clean and dry as if they hadn't spent the past hour making the bed filthy. "You're still glowing."

"Perhaps having sex on a regular basis will do that to any man," Severus said, using his free hands to slide around Harry's back.

"Perhaps?" asked Harry dangerously. "You only ever glow for me." He wiggled happily, more like a puppy seeking warmth than the man who'd tied Severus up and fucked him only moments earlier. "Besides, in your case, I think you mean regular dirty sex."

Harry's smirk was every bit as insufferable as Severus's own. Severus shifted onto his side, taking Harry with him, allowing Harry to nuzzle close and tuck his head under Severus's chin. "Are we not getting out of bed this morning?" Severus asked.

Harry was too busy yawning at first to reply. "Mmm, not yet. Now I need a nap."

Severus glanced at the clock. There was no place he needed to be today, no reason to hurry on to breakfast. He felt his own eyes drifting shut, fingers combing idly though Harry's mop of hair. Briefly he wished he hadn't cleaned them up so thoroughly; it might haven been nice to leave Harry's hair wet and shampoo it himself. Which gave him an idea.

"What makes you think I won't wake you the way you woke me?" he asked Harry.

"Turnabout is fair play," Harry answered with a wiggle against him. And though his eyes were closed, the corners of his lips turned up in a smile.