Harry Potter and the Glass Phallus
Chapter Three

The package did, at least, appear innocuous, Snape thought to himself.

It was Christmas Eve at Hogwarts, and the last one the august school would have under the auspices of Albus Dumbledore. With the final defeat of Voldemort and the last of his more prominent or powerful followers either dead or securely imprisoned, the wizarding world had finally turned its attention to healing the wounds left by years of conflict. To celebrate the change Albus had decided to surrender the reins of his school to Professor McGonagall. She, in turn, had hired a former student, one Harry James Potter, to take her place as the Transfigurations instructor; a subject Potter had developed a surprising deftness in during the War.

Which was, in part, what made Snape so leery of the gaily-wrapped package under the small tree in their private rooms. Harry liked to keep his lover on his toes by changing things, then reversing the effect at the last second. Sometimes at the worst second as well. Snape had finally put his foot down the fifth time he'd reached for the toothpaste, only to find it coiled on the sink as a bright, mint-green serpent.

Of course surprises of any sort tended to set his teeth on edge. In the early days of their relationship Harry had frequently found himself facing down the end of Severus' wand after inadvertently sneaking up on him. Not that Harry was himself immune to forgetting his own trained reactions to surprises. Eventually the two had come to an understanding, and over time major repairs to their shared quarters had dwindled to a scant two or three a year, usually when Harry flooed in unexpectedly from wherever he'd been investing possible Dark activity.

Now, tucked away in the quiet of their rooms after the modest celebration the Great Hall and the twenty or so students who'd elected to remain at the school over the holiday sent to their dorms, Snape studied the package intently. The two had adjourned to their hearth for some Christmas cheer. Severus had been understandably confused and disgruntled when Harry had interrupted his attempts to get Harry into the bedroom post-haste, instead steering them both to the fireplace and firmly indicating that Severus would both "sit" and "stay" in his chair. Satisfied that Severus would comply – although perhaps not happily – Harry had grinned and dived under the small tree he'd insisted on to retrieve a bilious green box.

"Go on," Harry encouraged him, setting the package on Severus' lap.  "It won't bite."

Snape snorted, half-amused, half in disbelief, and gave him a mid-level You're Asking For Detention glare. That the paper the thing was wrapped in was the same bright green Harry tended to favor with his toothpaste-snakes was in no way reassuring, and neither was the equally poisonous-red bow and ribbon that adorned it.

Severus had gingerly accepted the box and settled it on his lap, eyeing it with suspicion. It hadn't exploded yet, so perhaps it was safe to proceed. He prodded gently with his wand just to be sure, ignoring the snort of laughter from his lover. Movement caught his attention and he glanced up to find Harry settling on the rug in front of the fire, apparently content to soak up the heat from the flames while he watched his older lover pluck cautiously at the ribbon around his gift.

A large tag hung from the bow, dislodged to dangle freely when Severus gave the box one last pass with his wand. Severus flipped it over and read it aloud. " 'For the both of us'," he said, raising an eyebrow and displaying the tag. "With handwriting like this it's no wonder you performed so poorly on essays. Fortunate for us all that Miss Granger made you redraft them or all of your instructors might have risked blindness in their attempts to decipher them."

"Hey, it wasn't my penmanship you wanted me for," Harry protested, still grinning. "Or at least not that involving a quill." He leaned back on the pile of cushions they usually left on the floor for that reason and unfastened his robes. Severus watched him without making any further attempts to unwrap the gift until Harry tossed his robe to the side and settled again, meeting Severus' eyes from between slightly spread knees; a position that not only allowed Harry to watch the unwrapping, but gave Severus an excellent view of the younger man's denim-covered assets.

Taking in his lover's suggestive sprawl, Snape was seriously tempted to let the gift he held wait awhile longer; unwrapping Harry was guaranteed to be much more fun. Casting one more glance over the lithe body spread wide in front of him Severus caught both the eagerness and the anxiety Harry tried to hide.

Severus hid a sigh and gave the red ribbon a firmer tug. True to form the ribbon dissolved as soon as it loosened into a shower of rose petals, the green paper following to the floor in a sprinkling of leaves. The scent clung lightly to his hands and drifted through the air while Severus turned the box over. Someone, somewhere, had taught Harry how to fold a puzzle box; most likely the Granger chit, clever minx that she was, Severus acknowledged grudgingly. It would certainly explain the smirk she'd thrown his way every time they'd met over the last two weeks.

Turning the box over one last time Snape finally located the seam and watched the heavy white paper part at his touch. Inside lay a nicely bound book, the leather cover embossed with elegant gold script announcing it as 'Potions, Lotions and Notions'. A book on potions, but not one he'd ever heard of, and one of the things Severus Snape prided himself on was his knowledge of the writings in his field. Besides, the gift was supposedly for the two of them, and the years had not brought about any change in Harry's lack of appreciation of the intricacies of brewing.

He looked up, hands moving to open the book, and froze. The firelight had cast Harry's expression into darkness, but the weight of it was as tangible as the hunger that prowled in his look, and it roused an answering ache in Severus' chest. Capable hands, browned by the sun and calloused by the demands of Harry's own magic slowly unfastened the long line of tiny buttons down the front of his shirt. Harry wet the tips of his fingers and trailed them down the line of his chest from the hollow at his throat, down through the scattered hair on his chest and across his stomach to tug briefly at a few dark strands that strayed below his navel. He left his hand to rest on the waistband of a pair of tight, faded jeans, fingers fluttering restlessly along the line of the bulge Severus could see developing under the zip.

"Open the book, Sev," Harry commanded, his voice taking on the roughness of arousal. Severus' eyes flicked up from where Harry's hand had led them to catch Harry's other hand beginning a slow journey back up the length of his torso before settling to play with a nipple.

A dozen years together and the sight of his lover touching himself could still send Severus up in flames. He prayed nightly to whatever Power would listen that he never lost this, Harry's love and affection, his teasing, his ability to bounce back from the worst anybody could throw at him, any of the hundreds of little things that made Harry, Harry. Prayed that he never lost Harry, for he knew it was a loss Severus Snape would never survive. Not that he would ever confess he did such a thing. Unless, of course Harry asked. Which Harry, being Harry, never would.

While his eyes devoured his half-nude lover and his thoughts sent up one last prayer of thanks before tucking themselves away for the night, Severus' hands moved automatically to turn back the cover. Perhaps Harry had had it autographed? The front cover seemed heavier than it should have been, and Severus glanced down, catching his breath. What he held might have once been a book on potions, but he doubted it. The leather bound volume had been skillfully hollowed out, and the cavity lined with dark green velvet, shot through with silver threads. Resting snugly inside the matching nest was a clear, glassy material molded with care and expertise into an exact replica of a man's genitals.

Beautiful enough to be art, yes, but not exactly something one would display on the mantel. Of course one could, if one were prepared to deal with the reactions. But knowing his lover there was something much more going on here. Taking in the dimensions and detailing, Severus came up with several very naughty – but potentially enjoyable – thoughts.

"The detailing is exquisite, Harry, but – "

"Touch it." Harry cut him off. Severus looked up, Harry's expression pleading with him.

There was something familiar….  Severus reluctantly brushed one long finger lightly down the gleaming length.

The Potions master shuddered and gasped, the feathery tickle of skin running lightly across skin echoing through his groin and bringing him fully erect. Panting a little at the surprise he repeated the experiment, running two fingers along the sculpted vein and feeling an identical touch on his own cock.

Rasp of zipper and rustle of cloth across skin yanked Severus' attention back to Harry. The younger man had risen and stripped, and now stalked across the few feet between them before dropping down between Severus' knees, taking the box and its half-revealed gift and setting them on the floor. Harry put his hands on Severus' thighs and gently pressed them apart enough for him to lean forward and catch Severus' mouth with his own. Their lips met and Snape heard himself groan, the awkward position forgotten in the taste of his lover's tongue. Hands free, Severus entrapped them willingly in Harry's hair, holding him still while Severus ravished his mouth, Severus' tongue dipping inside to refresh its claim.

It was Harry that broke away finally, panting for breath. Without a word he rose to his feet and pulled Severus with him, methodically stripping the older man out of his clothes and tossing them in pile to the side. Grabbing one of Severus' strong, pale hands in his own Harry tugged his lover to the floor in front of the fire. It took him several minutes to arrange Snape's body to Harry's satisfaction, requiring a number of pats, caresses and long, lingering kisses along the length of pale skin before Harry was happy.

"Beautiful," Harry murmured, running his hand up the length of a pale thigh, pausing to lick and nip at a faint line of scarring that ran over one hip. Severus started to protest but stopped himself; Harry had long ago told him that nothing Severus did or said would ever change the younger man's mind about his lover's appearance.

As intriguing as Harry's gift had turned out to be, Severus shoved the one or two more interesting scenarios aside and reached for his lover. Harry deftly avoided Snape's seeking hands and retrieved the discarded booksafe. "No," he said, fending off another attempt to draw him down to the rug as well.

"No?" Severus echoed, vaguely shocked at the denial. Both men normally had a near overwhelming need for touch and freely indulged each other any chance they had, whether sex was involved or not.

Harry grinned slyly, then wrapped his hand carefully around the glass penis and lifted it from its resting place.

Severus gasped, fighting to stop the urge to thrust into the warm hand he could feel surrounding him, even though he could plainly see Harry cradling the replica next to him.

"Where on earth did you find this? How -- ?" Severus blurted out, the feel of Harry's chest pressing against his groin thoroughly distracting him from the fact that said organ was shivering of itself, completely untouched.

"Maaaagic," Harry teased with a grin, then relented. "A variation on the contagion spells, with a few other bits thrown in; it's quite a specialty item, took me months to get everything together," Harry explained. That Harry would explain in detail, knowing that his lover would never fully relax until he knew exactly what was happening and why, was simply another sign of how fully they'd accepted each other. A curiously reassuring feeling.

Harry wrapped the cool shaft tighter in his fist and began to slowly pump in the rhythm Severus loved best. The thing was apparently attuned completely to his own genitals, Severus realized, and fed sensation directly to his skin. He gasped when Harry ran his thumb across the rounded crown, watching Severus with a knowing grin. Harry bent his head and licked cautiously across the smooth tip, pausing to suckle gently at the opening that ran the length of it before sucking it halfway into his mouth, the slight click of it against his teeth loud in the room.

"Harry," Severus growled, the slight scrape of teeth on skin just enough to enhance instead of hurt. He reached out and tugged Harry down next to him, desperate for the feel of his lover. This time Harry obliged by curling easily into the other man's side. Perfect, was the only thing Severus could think, feeling the heat from fire and lust warming him on all sides, Harry's hands wrapped around his cock, and his own arms wrapped around Harry.

"Wait a minute, love," Harry whispered, wriggling out from under Severus' arms.

Where in bloody hell does he think I'd be going? was the only coherent thought Severus could string together. He'd wanted so badly to turn them both over and bring them both to completion. He could picture them, spooned together in front of the fire, his prick between Harry's thighs, slick with sweat and semen. One of Severus' arms under Harry, holding him tightly while Severus' fingers pinched a budded nipple. His other hand would curve over Harry's hip and reach for the answering eagerness rising from the curls nested between Harry's thighs. Those same curls would tickle along the length of Severus' organ where it nudged at Harry's sac. Slowly they would move together, until the need became too furious to withstand and they fell into orgasm.

Severus' hand was taken in a firm grip, removing it from its wandering path along Severus' body. Harry's low laugh rolled over him, and then Harry wrapped his lover's hand around a familiar jar. He leaned over and brushed a kiss against Severus' mouth, demolishing Severus' little fantasy, or at least banishing it till another time.

Severus snaked one hand behind the back of Harry's neck and pulled him down for a deeper kiss; a harder tug and Harry half-fell against him. The older man twined one leg over the back of Harry's thigh, holding him the length of Severus' body. "What are you up to, Harry?" Severus asked when he finally let his lover pull back for air.

"You can't tell? I guess the mind really is the first thing to go. Lucky for me other things aren't." Harry grinned and Severus lunged up to nip lightly along Harry's neck with a mock growl before Harry pulled back. "Get me ready lover," he whispered before turning around, wriggling an enticing rump in Severus' face.

Jar in hand momentarily ignored, Severus moved to his knees and took advantage of the change to nibble along Harry's spine, nipping at a tiny dimple at the base, smirking when the younger man moaned and shivered. Served the little tease right! Severus continued his way down the hollow of Harry's spine, pausing at the top of his lover's arse. His free hand joined in and massaged the nicely rounded globes under it, separating them enough for Severus to lap at the dark rose flesh and the puckered muscle that guarded the entrance to Harry's body. Severus growled, gratified by the high-pitched moans and little twitches under hand and mouth. He lapped more firmly, wriggling his tongue just inside the opening, tasting musk and salt, eliciting more delightful noises from his lover.

Wet heat engulfed Severus's aching erection with soothing bliss, and he moaned his own approval against the delicacy he nuzzled. Every downward plunge sucked him deeper inside, the back of his lover's throat closing tightly around the crown and his tongue painting lines of fire along the thin skin of Severus' cock.

The spell, he realized. Harry had to be swallowing the glass replica. Severus shuddered and shifted to the side. Yes, there was his lover, looking thoroughly depraved, his lovely arse up in the air, hair wild and swollen lips wrapped tight around the crystal toy. He watched, as entranced by the way firelight flushed the slick stuff with life under Harry's hands and mouth, as by the sensations that raced along his nerves. A particularly creative flutter along the length made his breath catch and hands clench. Hard edges in his hand reminded him of the jar he still held.

"Harry," Severus reached for his lover. "Harry, stop."

Slowly the younger man pulled himself off his toy, sucking greedily like a small child trying to get the last bit of flavor from a lolly. He blinked and twisted under Severus' hand. "Sev, hurry," he urged, arching up into the hand resting lightly on his back.

Severus uncapped the jar with trembling hands, setting it to one side before dipping long fingers into the cream. He steadied Harry with one hand on his hip and slid two fingers deep into the younger man. Clutching heat and smooth muscle clung to his fingers while he worked them in and out, twisting to brush lightly against that most sensitive spot and feeling the ripples when he did. The feel of his lover's pulse through delicate tissue and the low, echoing moans seduced him as much as the feel. It had taken time to convince Harry his voice was as welcome as the rest of him. Hearing Harry cry out with pleasure as well as seeing and feeling him had so many times anchored the ex-spy from sinking into his past and many less – pleasant – memories of such "play."

Severus pulled his fingers free and coated them again, returning with three and feeling in the tension in Harry's back and thighs until the slight pain turned to pleasure. He thought for a second of trying four, something they only usually did when they had hours to play but Severus knew he'd been teased too much to last long enough. Instead he twisted his fingers slightly and withdrew them, using the rest of the cream to oil himself before again settling between Harry's spread legs.

"No." Harry reared to his knees, twisting to face the older man.

"What?" Severus blinked, mind blinded by the simmering lust in his groin.

Harry twisted the rest of the way around and leaned forward to kiss him, running strong hands across Severus' back in a soothing pattern. Little nips and kisses pattered down Severus' neck and across his shoulder, mixed with a sprinkling of words like "beautiful", "delicious" and "love you sooo much". Slowly and willingly Severus was eased back to the floor, gentle words and touches easing him back from the edge.

His own hands wandered over silky skin, the calluses on his fingers catching here and there on the faint lines of scarring left from Harry's own nightmares. Slowly the body under Severus' hands moved out of reach, until all he could touch was the wild hair that teased over his throbbing cock. Thought fled and he reached up for his retreating lover, but Harry caught his hands and pressed him back into the rug.

"Don't move, Sev." Harry leaned his weight on Severus' hands to enforce his words. "Just…feel."

Harry reached over and retrieved the toy he'd been so enthusiastically fellating, the feel of his hands on the glass echoing through Severus' body. Harry's hand closed tightly around the carved scrotum and Severus whimpered at the firm pressure and the way it eased the constant ache.

"Now, watch me, love." Harry turned his back and in two quick moves positioned the smooth, glassy head at his entrance and then breached himself with it, giving a little hiss when the unyielding material opened him.

Severus thrashed on the rug, torn between thrusting deep into the heat that clenched tight around him, and going to his lover to ease the discomfort he heard in the panting voice. Urges divided, hips jerking up in small, involuntary thrusts, Severus gripped the cushion under his head and bit his lip, watching the younger man sink downward until the shaft was fully engulfed, the tiny mouth Severus had kissed and caressed stretched wide and tight around it. So strange, to thrust and feel no resistance, no slick muscles holding him inside, and yet feeling every move Harry made while he settled and rode out the first pain of entry, the echo of panting lungs and racing heart felt in pulsing tension along Severus' shaft. The dichotomy of feeling/not feeling was about to drive him mad. Closing his eyes concentrated the feeling to the point of reality but deprived him of the sight of his lover's pleasure. Eyes open and he had a clear view of what he rarely fully saw, Harry's body both opened and filled, but brought back the clash between reality and perception.

Harry moaned and wriggled, settling himself more firmly. "So good, Sev," Harry whispered, tossing his head back. "You feel so good." With the toy braced against one heel, Harry managed to lift himself slightly before settling into a long, slow rocking motion.

Gradually, Harry began to move faster and it wasn’t memory alone that told Severus just exactly how each little twist and twitch would feel. Split between touch and sight, Severus felt the slick, clinging heat, the tight ring of muscle pulsing along his length, the way Harry's heel nudged gently against his balls; he saw the way firelight fragmented in the few inches of glass he could see when Harry rose from it, the slide of stretched muscle clinging to oil-fogged transparency, the way it disappeared into Harry's body with his deep moan of over-stimulated pleasure. His mind whispered illusion but his body screamed now!

Then Harry gave a sharp little cry and convulsed tight, the echo of internal muscles massaging Severus' cock and pulling him into the flaring heat of orgasm. Severus' body folded in sympathetic ecstasy, semen pulsing from him and across stomach and thighs, and he rolled to his side, riding out the last waves of pleasure, fighting to keep his eyes open and on his lover.

His name moaned on tiny whimpers forced back the threatened dark and lifted Severus into the present. Breathing still ragged and weak as a newborn kitten he opened his eyes and caught Harry's glazed green gaze. Sharp pangs on tender flesh made him gasp, aware that his lover was still impaled on the copy of Severus' own overly sensitized penis.

"Sev," Harry pleaded, "please."

Yielding instantly Severus crawled to him and engulfed Harry's erection, sucking and licking with abandon. Once, twice he pulled back and dropped down, bringing Harry over the edge Severus had just climbed up from. Harry yelled his delight, shuddering between the pressure inside and out until Severus had swallowed the last of his lover's seed, bittersweet taste lingering in his mouth. Shockwaves echoed over him from the toy seated deep in Harry's body, coaxing Severus' exhausted organ to come and play one more time, but twitches of life were all it had left at the moment.

Now it was Severus' turn for gentleness, and he pulled back, arms reaching to meet Harry as he collapsed on his older lover. Severus eased the younger man to his side and teased the toy from Harry's body, grateful that no stain of red marred the surface, shuddering against the loss of warmth around him. A discarded undershirt substituted for a towel while he wiped them both clean. Freed from the necessities of the moment at last, Severus pulled Harry's limp body into his arm, relaxing into the feel of skin on skin.

"Sev?" Harry mumbled against his chest.

"Hmm?" Severus answered. He knew exactly what was going on in his lover's deranged mind, but decided to make him ask; the whole thing had, after all, been Harry's idea.

"How did it feel?" Harry tipped his head back lazily, hair falling across his eyes.

Severus reached up and brushed the wandering strands out of Harry's face, letting his hand linger along the curve of one cheek. "Most unsatisfactory, Professor Potter," Severus answered finally, a hint of Professor Snape in his voice.

Harry frowned up at him, distress making his words sharp. "Really? You didn't enjoy it?"

Severus snorted before rolling Harry under him and stealing a soft kiss. "You wouldn't let me touch you Harry. I could feel you, your body welcoming mine, but I couldn't feel you." Dark eyes traced over well-loved features.

Harry smiled up at him before drawing him down for another kiss. "Well," he said, "I guess next time we'll have to try it differently." His eyes slid closed and between one breath and the next he dropped into sleep.

Severus blinked. Oh, God…next time?