They say May is the month of masturbation, so i thought, we should celebrate that right? Then this happened and I felt so awkward about it, I thought I would never ever ever in a million years post this. But then I finished the cover art and it turned out okay, and also Severus with a man bun (my newest kink) and even my dearest editor seemed to enjoy this, so I thought, okay. I'll give you something to read until For Charity comes out.

BUT BE WARNED. This is PWP. Full porn. Dont even look for a plot. I'm serious.

Editing once again was all Sexy. Lil. Emo. All remaining mistakes are mine.

If you want to see the cover art without the title, go to my tumblr somewhere around this corner of the internet: lizzy0305 (D O T) tumblr (D O T) C O M (slash) post (slash) 118768668245 (I would be very grateful if you did so)

Chapter One

Around the Fire

Crickets chirped in the quiet evening. Somewhere in the woods owls hooted to each other. Something moved in the bushes, probably just a fox who had smelled out the leftovers they had dumped at the base of an old oak. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Draco and Severus were sitting in a half circle around a crackling fire, legs stretched out, a bottle of Jarl in their hands, quietly watching the stars and the darkened field in front of their little camp.

They managed to find a perfect spot for their annual camping trip this time. They had set camp at the edge of the forest, near to a small creek. No settlements were anywhere nearby, the road was pretty far away as well; only if they listened really hard could they hear the heavy trucks driving by. Otherwise the clean rivulet provided the only distracting sound around them.

Harry's green eyes lazily wandered over his friends. What a weird bunch of blokes they were, he thought. Five years ago he would have never imagined that there would come a time where he would willingly go camping with Snape and Malfoy. But the war had changed all of them and brought forth interesting romances. Namely Draco and Ginny's relationship. They got together after Draco joined business with the twins after the war. Soon enough he became a regular visitor at Molly's Sunday lunches and with time both Harry and Ron got used to the idea of having their once loathed schoolmate as a part of their group.

Back at the beginning of this unlikely relationship, Arthur Weasley realized that his only daughter's chosen partner might have a hard time fitting into this group of brothers, so he suggested that the Weasley boys (that of course included Harry as well) take out Draco for camping during one weekend. Draco agreed, but with one condition: he would bring an ally, who turned out to be Snape to everyone's astonishment. However as more and more ales got poured down their throats, old prejudices started to vanish. By the end of the weekend Draco and the twins were merrily dancing around the fire, while Ron and Harry (fresh cadets in Auror training) got themselves a mentor and informant in Snape. They had been working together ever since catching rogue Death Eaters and wanna-be Dark Lords.

Now, five years later, they were friends, almost a family, repeating their camping trip yearly, usually in May, when the weather was already good enough to be sitting under the stars.

"Merlin bless good old Perkins," George noted quietly, raising his beer in salute. "What we would do without his tent…"

"Buy one that doesn't smell of cat piss?" Malfoy offered. "You could have at least cleaned it. It's getting more fucking disgusting year after year."

"Charlie said, he would," Fred apologized. "But then that Horntail went into labour and suddenly he had more important things to do."

They were missing three people this year. Charlie got detained by a birthing dragon, and Percy had an important conference about legalizing flying carpets in Great Britain, while Bill was currently being rescued after he'd gotten himself stuck in ancient tomb in Egypt.

Malfoy sniggered, "Though we all know how excited he was to come with us this year."

Harry felt a small blush creep across his cheeks which had nothing to do with the campfire in the middle of their half circle. Charlie's growing interest in him was hard not to notice, but he still hoped it was just a weird form of brotherly love, and nothing more. Charlie was a good bloke, but – Harry cast a glance towards Snape – not quite what he wanted.

"Oi, shut your gob, Malfoy," Ron hissed. "You might be family now, but don't think for a second I'm not up for getting your arse kicked."

"Oh all right, Weasel, you think you could actually beat me?" Draco taunted with an eyebrow wriggle and a teasing grin.

"Any time, Ferret. Any time," Ron assured him with a similar grin.

"Auror training got you cocksure, but Severus here tells me you're not all that good when it comes to a mission, now, isn't that right?"

"Oh please," Snape answered, "leave me out of your cock fight, will you, Draco."

"You bloody tosser, what the hell are you talking about me to the ferret?" Ron cried throwing an empty beer bottle at Snape, who sent it towards the fire with a flick of his wand.

"He's teasing you, Ron," grinned Harry.

"Teasing my ass," Ron said turning to the blond. "Come on, Malfoy, let's settle this," he smirked challenging.

The twins started chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" right away. Harry sighed. 'Not this again', he thought as he watched his friends with a smile. Snape however sent a red spark between Draco and Ron.

"Come now, we all know what this is really about. Out with your cocks, measure it and let's be done with this once and for all."

They laughed and Fred cried, "You heard the wise old man! No need for fist fights, you can get this settled the good old fashioned way too."

"Come on, Ronniekins," Fred added, "we know what you're hiding there, no need to be ashamed!"

"You're mad!" Malfoy cried laughing.

"Afraid, are you?" Ron taunted him.

"You wish Weaselbee," grinned Draco then stood up.

Ron jumped up from his camping chair as well and pushed down his sweatpants and underwear with one jerk. Malfoy followed him and pulled out his cock too. The twins were roaring with laughter, Harry was grinning widely too, Severus just rolled his eyes.

Malfoy gave an experimental tug on his dick and then looked sideways at Ron. "This feels nice."

"Yeah," Ron agreed with a grin, mimicking Draco's moves. They both plopped back down into their chairs. Ron looked at Draco's cock and grinned. "Mine's longer."

"Are you kidding me," Draco snorted. "You call that a decent cock? I had a thicker flesh in my hot dog just now."

"Oh really," Ron grinned. "You know, you can eat this too, if you want."

"I'd sooner suck a cactus, thank you very much," Draco retorted sniggering.

Ron, his hand still tugging carelessly on his prick, looked around. "Come on, don't leave us hanging. Cocks out, all of you."

Fred obliged without any fuss, unzipping his jeans and pushing down his acid green briefs. "A good wank in the heart of nature? Who would say no to that?"

George opened another beer, drank half of it, and then reached inside his pants. He caressed his prick with slow but firm strokes, getting himself slowly hard.

"Oi, Harry," Ron said suddenly, "as our resident expert, what do you think? Which is the better, his or mine? Keep in mind though, I'm the one protecting your arse out there in the field," he added warningly.

"Fuck off, you bloody wanker," Harry snorted, palming himself through his jeans. His cock was slowly coming to life, too. "You're both in for a big surprise if you think those raisins will make any man's mouth water. I pity 'Mione and Ginny."

"Now I understand," Fred grinned, "why they keep saying Ron and Draco has a big heart. Compared to that, anything would seem big, I reckon."

"You and you," Draco pointed at the chuckling Harry and Fred, "can both sod off, you hear me."

"Hold on," Severus said and Harry could see, he also had a hand on his crotch, his thumb brushing firmly over his manhood. "What on Merlin's beard makes Potter the expert here?"

"You can have this privilege," Harry muttered to him quietly, before he pushed off his jeans too. His navy blue underwear followed right away. He hissed slightly as the spring evening air touched his sensitive cock, but then he wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and felt immediately warmer. Snape stirred next to him.

"Well," Ron said, "He's the one who likes cocks, isn't he?"

"Not all," Harry stated quickly. "I wouldn't touch his," he pointed at Malfoy, "even with a stick. No offence."

"No worries, Potter," Draco said cheerfully, "it would probably crawl back inside me if you came nearer." Draco waited until the laughter died off then looked at Severus. "But I guess the same criterion fits you as well, dear godfather of mine, not just Potter. Though I'm not sure the others knew this already. Did I just out you?"

Severus looked around and given some of the gaping faces he suspected that some were unaware of his sexuality.

"I knew," Harry shrugged, though in all honesty, hoped would be more accurate. Snape had always been very hush-hush about his private life and though there were signs, one could never be certain and Harry sure as hell didn't dare ask.

"Easy for you, you've got a bloody radar," Ron commented. "I don't care who the judge is as long as he's voting in my favour. So what do you say, Snape?" He fisted his cock and made sure it stood straight. Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Wait," Fred said, "is this between the two of you, or all of us. I'm not quite in my best shape yet."

"All of us," Draco grinned, "So hurry up."

"Kneel just here, Draco," Fred pointed at the grass between his legs, "and help me blow it up then."

"You wish," Malfoy sneered.

"That's not fair, though," George said one hand messing up his hair, the other moving up and down on his shaft. His cock looked almost identical to his twin's; not too long, but really thick, with bulging veins that seemed highlighted in the fire. "Snapey, old boy, out with it, too, c'mon! Fair is fair, after all."

All the eyes turned to Snape, who shrugged, then with a smirk that seemed rather wicked to Harry, he opened his black jeans and parted the flies. He reached inside and pulled out his prick too, his motion followed by a satisfied sigh.

Harry's harsh moan was swallowed by the uproar of the appreciative hollers and whistles. Thankfully.

"Look at that!" George cried leaning forward slightly. "Our good old Slytherin has a damn snake in his pants."

"A bloody anaconda that one," Ron frowned. "Bloody fuck," he looked down at his cock and added, "That puts me straight out of this competition..."

"Dear little brother," Fred chuckled, "that puts us all out of the competition."

Harry stared at the elegant, long cock speechlessly, his mouth watering at the sight of it. He could probably put two hands around it and there would still be place for his mouth to suck on that soft, red head. Its girth was so wide, Snape's fingers could barely reach around it. As he thought about how that cock would feel inside him, his own prick swelled up even more. Snape's prick jerked between those slim fingers and Harry looked up, licking his lower lip.

Suddenly, he found himself in the crossfire of cold black eyes. He looked away quickly, feeling his cheeks burn.

No one else seemed to notice Harry's little incident. They were quiet for a while, only the fire was cracking between them. The young men were sighing softly, their hands sliding slowly on their dicks. Ron leant forward and let some spit drool out of his mouth and drop right onto his cock. He groaned then bent back stretching out his legs, pushing his knees apart. Draco was sitting with his hand behind his head, his right hand massaging his bollocks, lifting them, then letting them fall. Fred sat low on his camping chair, almost lying in it, one hand jerking his cock with fast strokes, while he gripped his balls with the other. George had his legs crossed at his ankles and was tugging on his cock slowly, looking almost bored, his eyes stuck to the red flames.

Harry's eyes however found their way slowly back at Snape and his gorgeous cock. The man was leaning back, his head bent back too, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His hand was unmoving and fisted around his thick erection, but his hips were moving up and down. Harry watched almost mesmerized as Severus was thrusting through his fingers, the head of his cock emerging wet and shiny. His moves weren't hurried, they were lazy and leisurely; sensual in the orange light of the fire. Snape's mouth involuntarily opened after every couple of inhales, after which he had to wet his lips. Harry yearned to help.

"Mm fuck…" he groaned deeply, quickly averting his eyes before Snape noticed his staring again.

"Oh right, so how are we coming?" Fred asked, his eyes half lidded. "Make it a nice circle or…"

"My arse," Draco grinned. "Whoever comes last makes breakfast tomorrow. I'm not waking up early to serve you lot like a bloody elf, that's for sure."

Ron groaned deeply, "I think… oh fuck… I'll be out of this competition soon…"

"Oi, oi," George sat up suddenly with a huge grin on his face, "do you still remember the spell Bill taught us?"

The Weasley boys all seemed to understand what he was getting at and even remembered, as they suddenly bent forward, leaning over their cocks like schoolboys over the table and picked up their wands. The other three just watched them, frowning slightly, hands momentarily stopped in motion.

"On three," George motioned like a real conductor. "One, two-"

They pointed their wands over their cocks and as all three of them started chanting the spell, they made small upward spiralling circles with it. "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo, make my cock wet and slick too."

"Don't tell me that actually works…" Severus noted incredulously but almost immediately he was proven wrong. Thick, transparent liquid came out the Weasleys' wands and flowed over their erections. When they deemed it enough, they flicked their wands upright and it stopped. Their jolly laughter echoed in the dark forest.

"Oh, now that's much better," George sighed deeply, as he wrapped his hand around his dick and started rubbing it once again. His fingers made a wet, squelching sound but ran smoothly on his hard flesh.

"That can't be one of the Ministry allowed spells," Snape noted and for only a second, Harry managed to resist the urge to look at him, but then his resolution left him. He looked and watched and took in the sight of Severus Snape relaxingly caressing his beautiful cock. His long, slim fingers stroked the lengthy member, the upright stroke ending with a slight twist just as the wet tip became embraced by his palm. He was grabbing into his jeans and black underwear with his left hand, pressing them away from his junk. Occasionally, his thumb would brush against his bollocks or rub more firmly against the round balls, making Severus hiss slightly.

Harry concentrated back on his own cock. His member was rock hard between his fingers, his balls heavy on his palm. His pointing and middle fingers were gently rubbing against his perineum. How he wished to slide them further down and circle them around the rim of his arse. How he wished to part his knees ever further apart and press a finger inside himself and then another one and prepare his tight arse for that big cock on his left. Show Snape that he could too offer everything a man like him needed.

"You've known us long enough, Severus," Fred grinned. "Do you honestly believe we would go to the Ministry to get a lubricating spell permitted?"

"Oh so it's one of the experimental ones, is it?"

"Not really," Ron said between deep moans. He seemed like he was close enough already. His legs were wide open and his hand was almost manically running up and down his long shaft. "Dad's been… oh boy… oh Merlin… here I come," he grunted, his fist now solely focused on his almost purple head as he stroked himself with fast jerks. With one last grumble he came on his old Chudley shirt, his cock spurting white ribbons of come. He kept on lazily stroking himself, the satisfied grin never leaving his face. "Well it seems breakfast is up to you now," he looked around, pleased. "So the spell. Dad taught it to Bill, at least that's the legend. Then it went on from there. We're pretty sure it wasn't Dad who invented it, so it must be a family recipe or something. But it works like a charm every time."

"Am I the only one here," Harry asked abandoning his cock for a second and raising his right hand to his lips, "who prefers the good old method?" With that he spat into his palm and then grabbed his cock with a reverse grip. "Oh that's good…"

"I second that," Severus remarked quietly and Harry managed to catch him looking straight at his cock. The glance, regardless how innocent or random it seemed, peeked Harry's attention and made his dick twitch, while his hips bucked up slightly. He could barely hold back his moan, especially when he saw Snape inhale in a huff and his tongue slowly flicker over his bottom lip. Then Severus looked up, straight into Harry's eyes as if he'd known he had been observed and added, "Especially if it comes from someone else."

Gulping, Harry looked away quickly, making a mental promise to himself that he would keep his eyes strictly on the fire from now on.

"I kind of envy you," Draco remarked in a low tone, watching the fire hypnotised. "My father never taught me anything like that. It was more like, Draco this is how a Pureblood acts properly, Draco don't touch the Mudbloods, Draco a Slytherin never reveals his true intensions. Lucius Malfoy is so bloody uptight, if I hadn't been born, I would doubt he knew that pissing wasn't the only thing he could do with his cock."

Everyone snorted, but Snape's laughter was like a deep rumble that drifted under Harry's skin and washed over him like a soft caress.

"You couldn't be more wrong," he said with a sly smirk. "You're father knows exactly how to use his cock, believe me."

"Ooh," George hooted, "Slytherin gossip! Let's hear about old Lucy and his little snake."

Snape grinned, not minding at all that five pair of eyes were on him. His hand jerked around his cock relentless but not hurried in the least. "I wouldn't call it little, per say, but he's not as blessed as his son. But he knew how to use it. Your father fucked anyone, who could have offered him anything in return."

"And what did you offer to him?" Fred asked with a coy smirk.

"Excuse me, but I never needed Lucius Malfoy's cock to help me. As you can see, I'm well suited myself, and I could handle things on my own." Snape's own smirk looked dangerous. Harry didn't doubt his words. Snape was ambitious and Slytherin enough to use sex as a weapon.

"Apologies," Fred grinned, his tone teasing. "Undoubtedly, that wand is big enough to rule the world, Professor Snape."

Snape recoiled suddenly, his movements stilling. "I'm not your professor, Weasley," snarled the wizard and for a moment Harry thought he would jump up and leave. He was suddenly reminded of Snape from five years ago. Vicious, unfriendly and bitter.

"Chill out, mate," Fred said holding up a hand. "It was a compliment, not an insult."

"Weasley, you fucking tosser," Draco said leaning forward and looking at Fred with narrowed eyes. "How would you feel if I pointed out that your fucking brothers are sitting next to you as you jerk your wiener?"

Ron spewed his beer right over the fire, making the wood sizzle. "What the bloody fuck brought that on? Fred just said he's got a big dick, what's wrong with that?"

Harry looked at Snape who had his eyes on his knee, his hands still folded around the base of cock, motionless, his erection slowly faltering. 'We can't let that happen,' he thought to himself.

"Wankers," he looked at Ron and Fred, noting from the corner of his eye that Snape moved and looked at him. "You just can't think of him like that anymore, especially not now. It's just fucking weird calling him that, isn't it? Professor… as if fucking Dumbledore would be here or something. Just shut up about it. He's Snape, and that's it, right?"

Harry turned to Snape with a smile, which he intended to make warm or reassuring, but as he found himself eye to eye with intense black eyes, which ever so slowly moved from his face down to his chest, then even further down, his smile vanished, his lips parted and he all but moaned. Harry's green eyes dropped to the lengthy erection that once again seemed to be swelling up and as he watched it, he started stroking himself again. Snape let go of his cock and Harry's gaze followed the slim fingers as they returned to the well-known face. Snape licked his fingers, his black eyes not moving from Harry. His fingers, now glinting wetly in the light of the fire dropped back around the thick cock, which twitched keenly just before the contact.

Harry let out a moan, the thought of that firm erection being inside him way too overwhelming suddenly. Severus looked at him, but this time, Harry didn't look away. For almost a full minute they jerked, eyes connected, hands sliding on their hard-ons with a matching rhythm.

Then Fred spoke again and Harry looked at the ginger. "I still don't see the problem…" he shrugged. "He was our professor, so what? I'm pretty sure we all had a few wet nights involving one of our teachers, right?" He looked around, expectant.

George nodded, "Professor Hooch," he said with a longing sigh. "The way she rode a broomstick got me all hard. She seemed the kind of lady who would dominate the crap out of you. And you would be grateful for it."

Draco agreed. "I once did detention with her. We cleaned the changing rooms. Well, I cleaned the rooms, she just sat there, the bench between her legs, and polished the school brooms. Up and down, her hand moved… up and down… up and down. I've never been so fucking hard in my life. The door barely closed behind her and I had my cock out, two strokes were all I needed and I was coming on the fucking floor I just scraped… uh fuck…" he moaned and his eyes closed. His hips bucked up as he said in a strained voice, "Well hello, Rolanda…"

"What about you, mate?" Ron asked, looking at Harry, who cleared his throat quickly. His own fantasy was sitting right next to him, cock out for even the stars to see, hard and long and aiming towards the sky, so much better than any fantasy he himself could produce.

He tapped his temple with a pointing finger and grinned at Ron, "What's in here, stays here."

"Salazar Slytherin," Snape said in a faraway voice. "His was one fucked up portrait. He was in the prefect bathroom, whatever for no one knew. Probably to keep an eye on who enters. He was a handsome man with a wicked tongue. If you let him, he would talk you hard in no time then insist you paint on his canvas, too. What times those were…"

"That's creepy as fuck…" Fred sniggered.

"It was surprising at first, I admit. But proved to be… rather educational."

They all quieted suddenly as Draco moaned with his mouth pressed tightly together. He jerked his cock forward, trying to get the last drop of semen out of his slit and off his hand too.

"Oh bloody fuck, you got me, you tosser!" Ron cried out wiping off his leg.

"You got blessed," Draco chuckled sounding almost drunk on pleasure.

"Fred," George slapped lightly his twin's leg, "we better hurry up too. I hate doing breakfast and I hate your food. You better not come last."

"I've got a brilliant idea Georgie," Fred grinned, wriggling his eyebrows. "Ten galleons that you can't shoot into the fire. What do you say?"

"I say you're about to lose ten galleons," he grinned wickedly and quickened his strokes, his thumb and pointing finger making a perfect circle around the head of his cock.

"Neither of you," Draco betted as he sat with both his hands on the back of his head, one eye closed the other watching the twins, cock still out, slowly shrinking.

"I say both of them," Ron quipped and raised his beer to his mouth. He burped loudly then added looking at Draco, "You don't know them. This is a regular thing."

Fred leant forward and shifted to the edge of his seat, George following his motion too. Their techniques were different. Fred cupped his balls and rubbed them, his right hand moving mainly around his glans, while his bother shifted his hand all the way down his full length then up, covering the tip of his cock, sliding his palm over it, then moving his hands downwards again.

They were both grinning as they came, hitting the centre of the fire perfectly. Ron threw a fist in the air and cried "Yes!" while the twins fell back into the chairs, still gently massaging their pricks.

"Damn it, George, we're too good at this…"

George nodded at Fred, then noted in a barely audible tone, "I think I still have some Lepricone gold somewhere."

"Don't you bloody dare!" Ron cried.

"Just joking, little brother," George laughed. "Pass me that packet of crisps and a beer, will you? I always get hungry after coming."

"Make it two," Fred sighed.

Ron shoved the items at them, which resulted in some familiar bickering, but Harry tuned that out.

"It's between us now, Potter." Snape remarked, with a half-smile, which seemed seductive as fuck to Harry.

Harry eased back into his chair and let his head drop back, too. The others' chattering seemed suddenly distant to him. He was aware of only one presence to his left. He fisted both his hands around his cock and moved them up and down, his thumb shifting over his sensitive head after every upwards stroke. He was halfway aware of the black eyes on him, but his mind simply could not care. The same way as he didn't bother taking his eyes away from Severus' long erection anymore. He let his body take control of him and move of its own will, thrust up into his hands with slow motions. Then his right slid back over his bollocks then even further down, rubbing his perineum, slipping just for a moment over the puckered skin.

"You just wish," Snape whispered in a deep, velvet voice no one could hear but Harry, "you could finger yourself, don't you?"

'He understands', Harry thought and laughter broke out of him, happy and ecstatic. "Yeah," he grunted. "Oh fuck yeah…" he pressed down his fingers even more firmly, clutched his cock and fucked his own hand, moaning loudly, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't alone. String of swear words slipped past his mental shields and he begged for his mind to not let slip one name, hold back just that one fucking name. Instead he gasped and swore, "Ah yeah… fucking shit…" his hand moving, jerking around his erection, and precome leaking from his slit, his cock made sleek with it. "This's bloody good…" he muttered then he whimpered loudly and he didn't take his eyes off Snape's cock, not even for a second, just watched him as he pumped himself too, one hand around the base of his dick and his balls, probably trying to prolong his orgasm, while the other slid firmly around his glans, moved smoothly up and down his long length, so long and thick, fuck, Harry wanted to feel it. Feel it pushing inside, stretching him, moving, pressing deeper and deeper and fuck him with rough moves. "I'm… I'm…. oh fuck!" he shouted at last, his eyes closing, his whole body tensing. He could feel as his hot semen shot over his chest, drops of come landed on his chin and arm too, the rest was leaking still over his hand. He couldn't stop stroking himself, wouldn't stop, he never wanted to, it was so good, amazing, pure bliss.

He couldn't get the satisfied broad grin off his face, not even when he looked around to find all the eyes still on him. He wiped the come from his jaw and licked off his thumb without thinking. Snape's sharp intake of breath was the only reaction, though. He hoped the others didn't notice, or at least wouldn't mention if they did.

"That was one hell of a show, mate." Fred said. "I almost reconsidered Angie there for a second."

Harry shrugged bashfully and felt around on the ground for his wand to cast a cleaning spell. "I can't help it…"

Fred looked over at Ron, "Was he always this loud?" He asked while Harry cleaned himself.

"I never heard him," Ron admitted. "I thought he doesn't do it, or you know, goes out under the cloak or something. But he could be as loud as he wanted after he basically slept with the Half Blood Prince's-"

"Sod off, Ron!" Harry cried right away, just as Snape's head snapped up and he asked, "What did you just say?"

"Oh, sorry," Ron giggled as Harry sent murdering glances his direction. "Not like that. But you have to admit, you spent a lot of time with that book. You were a bit obsessive about it."

"Unbelievable! What part of sod off wasn't clear?" Harry groaned and pointed his wand at Ron. Red sparks flew out of the tip.

Snape suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist with his right hand. With his right hand that was previously on his cock. His right hand, which was still wet with spit and precome and was around Harry's wrist at the moment. Harry knew it was wrong and weird and probably a bit insane too but he felt suddenly so aroused he could probably get hard within minutes.

"Were you now?" Severus asked then with a half-smile.

"What if I was?" Harry answered defiantly, his gaze wandering from Snape's right hand on his wrist, to his black eyes, then down to his cock which seemed harder than ever. A drop of transparent precome glistened on the top and Harry was inches away from leaning down and licking it off.

"Nothing," Snape answered and let him go, but Harry knew there was more to this than what he let on. "Nothing whatsoever. It's simply good to know that one's heritage is well used."

"Oh it was well used." Ron snorted. "Muffliato got me through that camping trip, too. I had to do it while Hermione was right outside the fucking tent and Harry almost next to me. Oh it was just so wrong, but fuck… so good too."

"I don't think I needed to know that," Harry murmured and the rest laughed again.

A few minutes later, Draco spoke with a lazy tone, his eyes shut. He was probably almost falling asleep already. "Severus, what'll it be for breakfast?"

"What do you want?" Severus asked back. "We don't have pancakes."

"Damn. Eggs and bacon then?"

"I can manage that," he took a sip of his beer and reached beneath his black Auror shirt. His eyes were closed and he seemed completely occupied with himself, so Harry didn't even try convincing himself that he should look away. He feasted his eyes on Snape as the man caressed his chest, then toyed with one of his nipples.

"You don't seem to mind," Fred said quietly. "Coming last, I mean."

"When you're my age, Fred," Severus replied with a sluggish smile, "you will realize that these kinds of things need to be properly enjoyed and not rushed. If it means, I have to do breakfast, so be it, but I will bring out the best of this."

"Wise words, from a wise man," Fred said solemnly and once again, raised his beer in a salute.

Snape just laughed, darkly and deeply and sending another shiver through Harry, who thought, if things go on like this, he might be up for a second round before they go to bed.

Severus stretched out one leg and laid his cock against his stomach. He caressed it with the flat of his palm, his hips hitching up to make the contact firmer. As his shirt now only covered half of his chest, Harry had an excellent view of his muscles, shifting beneath his skin, tightening every time he thrust upwards.

"Hey, Severus," Fred started hesitantly, "can you… nah, nah… forget it, I can't ask that."

"What?" Snape asked back peeking through his long eyelashes.

"Nah, forget it…" Fred said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I just watched you shot your come in our camping fire and I still have my cock out for all of you to see. What could it possibly be that you feel you cannot ask?"

"Can you…" Fred seemed to gulp, uncharacteristically anxious for only a moment, then he collected himself. "Oh hell, can you suck yourself? I mean you're really big and… I was just… is that even possible?"

"Is it possible?" Snape echoed tauntingly, eyes fully open now. "Of course it is, have you never tried?"

"Not everyone is as blessed as you," Ron said, pointing at his flaccid cock, sill poking halfway out of his pants.

"It's not about length, Weasley, it's about flexibility. And that can be improved with practice."

"You mean…" George spoke too, leaning forward. "You tried it?"

"Of course I did." Snape looked around frowning at the gaping, young faces. "Bloody hell, you're looking as if I said, I had fucked Voldemort."

"Isn't it weird, though…" Ron grimaced. "To suck your own… I mean… that's your own…"

"Cock, yes," Severus nodded firmly. "You do realize that I am gay, right? I suck other men's cock for pure joy. My tongue has been up in men's arses and I'm pretty sure so has your best friend's," he looked sideways at Harry who confirmed the accusation with a grin and an enthusiastic nod of his head. "And you're freaked out about the fact that I suck my own cock?"

"Oh yes, thanks for that vivid picture…" George grunted. "I've never thought about it like that…"

Snape snorted, then noticed that Fred was watching him, his hand over his mouth. Snape smirked as if to confirm Fred's thoughts.

"So you can do it?" Asked the twin.

"Yes."

"Can you… now?"

"What, you want me to suck my cock now?"

"Yes," Harry said a bit too eager.

Snape watched him for a few seconds, a calculating look in his black eyes. Then he said, "It's been a while, but I can try."

"Yes," Harry said again, but it came out as a moan, "please," he added a bit more collected but Snape still smiled at him coyly.

Severus pushed down his pants to his ankle, then flicked his wand over his palm. At first, Harry didn't know what he had conjured but then Snape pulled back his hair and tied it into a messy bun. Harry felt himself getting harder just by the sight of that.

Severus cleared his throat and looked around one last time, but as no one asked him to stop, moreover everyone had a hungry, determined look in their eyes Harry hadn't seen since McGonagall had talked about how to became an Animagi, Snape stretched his legs wide apart and hunched over his cock, which he held up straight with his right hand. He hooked his left hand around the lower side of his knee and simply pulled himself closer to his prick. He then opened his mouth, turned his head sideways just enough so he could look at Harry, then his tongue was half way out and licking the wet, glistening head of his cock.

Harry straight out moaned, secrecy be damned. That was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Severus tongued the slit, then kept licking over and around the glans. He let some drool dribble out of his mouth which his right hand smeared across his length almost immediately. He didn't stop jerking himself, though his motions were erratic. He was slowly bouncing back and forth, only inches but it seemed to help. Soon Snape had the whole head of his prick in his mouth. His breathing fast, his moans loud, pressing through his cock filled mouth.

Harry heard the gasps of the others but it was only a distant noise, like the crickets and the crackling of the fire. His ears only heard the wet slurping sounds Severus made. His eyes were solely on Snape as his cheeks once hollowed from sucking then the next moment Harry could see the outline of his cock through his skin. Long, slim fingers pumped the thick cock, deep velvet moans filled the night and Harry felt himself lost in the moment and in those black eyes that refused to leave him.

"Keep going," he urged Snape in an almost silent whisper. A plea not an order but Severus obliged, sliding his tongue over and over the head, teasing it with fast swipes. He grunted deeply suddenly and straightened up, his heels cutting into the grass as he pushed himself back. His hand, fisted around his cock, moved with fast jerks, up and down on his whole length. He threw his head back, spine arching, his skin glinting in the firelight, his moan keen and lustful, borderline desperate. His come shot right over his uncovered abdomen, it was flowing down over his still moving hand, white, opalescent, begging to be licked.

Harry couldn't decide what turned him on more: the sight itself or the continuous strings of deep moans, never stopping, never faltering as long as Snape kept his upward strokes.

Then is if a puppet master had cut his strings, Severus fell back against his camping chair, his breathing slowly evening out, his eyes closed, his lips pulling up into a satisfied smile. He looked beautiful like this. Not the conventionally handsome type still, but post orgasmic bliss definitely suited Snape, Harry thought.

"Well that was…" Fred started, his voice faltering.

"Something…" George finished for him, still clearly in awe.

Harry opened another Jarl and thudded Snape's arm with it. Severus cracked open one eye then grasped the ale, taking a long swig. His left hand was idly caressing his come covered belly, smearing his spunk all across his skin. Harry wasn't sure, Snape knew what he was doing, but he didn't have the heart to stir the man from his evident delight.

"I've never seen him this… peaceful…" Ron whispered and the others chuckled softly.

Harry let his head fall back against his chair then turned to his left, watching Snape, who was still smiling, oblivious to the world. Or not, as it turned out when his black eyes opened and glinted in the orange glow, while looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"Cheers," Harry said and smiled back at him.

"Cheers," said Severus too, clinking his bottle to Harry's, before, he licked off the semen from his fingers.

Harry just grinned. 'What a time to be alive,' he thought.

Should I hide under my covers right now? I feel like I should hide under my covers right now.

Dont judge me?

More man bun next chapter ʘ‿ʘ