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Coming here had been one of the most complex decisions of his life.
Which was thinking rather a lot of the situation, as it currently presented itself, considering… well the entirety of the very life he’d lived.
Severus sighed as he looked upon the rough wood texture of the home in front of him. Having just passed through the wards, he could see the quaint cottage, sitting on nearly twenty kilometers of land on the outskirts of Cork proper. The white washed wood was charming, and the property abutted a large wood, that he would bet was magical.
He caught the twinkling of a few trees with fairy lights, and let out a snick with his mouth, at how utterly sweet the entire picture posed. He hated that a not so insignificant portion of his mind rather enjoyed that Potter had landed in a life so simple, so sweet; he’d never admit to it.
His feet found themselves walking forward, entirely of their own volition when he’d stood just inside the edge of the wards too long for propriety. Potter had been made notice of his arrival, and to dawdle any more than necessary, would lead to far too many questions he didn’t want to deal with.
The door was a stunning cerulean blue, and the door knocker was a large brass lions head with a silver ouroboros in it’s maw. When Severus put his hand up to the knocker, the snake moved three times without his touch, and then slithered into the throat of the lions head, presumably to notify the owner of the persons on the stoop.
A scant moment later, the snake came slithering back into the loose maw of the lions head, the eyes of the lion glittered intensely with light, and the snake wrapped itself again – as the door swung open inwardly.
“Come on in! Shoes off please by the door, hang your robe on the hook. I’m straight back in the kitchen.”
Severus stood there shocked, the casual familiarity that was entirely unwarranted and uncomfortable, left him unsure of what the appropriate thing to do was. He’d not spoken with, nor been near Harry Potter for nearly 20 years, there was simply no cause for the level of open trust he’d displayed.
He neither took his shoes off nor his robe, before he settled on closing the door and pulling his wand. All but certain at this point that he’d fallen for a trap and he would not be caught unprepared.
He made his way back to what appeared to be the kitchen, when the first wave of the scent caught him. It left him bone heavy, and aroused in the most virulent way possible. His body leaned against a sofa that was just to his right, on the inside of a large open living room. The scent was wood wax, bergamont, cedar, and tall grass on a simple summer day. There was no reason that such scents would cause him this level of emotional turbulence, and yet… his body was clearly reacting.
It hit him, not as quickly as he’d thought reasonable, but biological tendencies do tend to win out against human intelligence regularly. His alpha senses were aflame. Long thought deadened by his suppresents and contraceptives, he hadn’t smelled anything of any note in almost thirty years. Once he’d felt there was a reasonable gap after the second war, he’d stopped taking the contraceptives, and he’d toned back the suppresents to only during his ruts as merely a caution for everyone else in his life.
As he hadn’t seen Potter in twenty years, he’d not had to deal with the fact… the knowledge that Potter was an Omega.
A delicious smelling, powerful, Omega.
He took one more deep breath, before he shuttered his instincts behind his mental shields. He’d come here for a purpose, and this new knowledge would have to take a back seat for the time being, until he’d acquired what he’d come for.
He crested the edge of the kitchen entry, and realized that no mental shield in the world could come between biological imperatives and their being borne to fruition. Potter was standing on the other side of the marble kitchen island, looking at him with trepidation and no little lust, his eyes wide eyes, but wrinkle in his brow toned the look into something that caused the pit in Severus’s stomach to open wide.
He’d been under the impression that they’d last left one another on good terms, if the Boy Hero’s impassioned speech at this trial had been honest, and his secondary one that was posted to every magical news syndicate in the northern hemisphere that resulted in a campaign to gain him an Order of Merlin.
“You are far too trusting.” He said, as he kept his wand pulled, but less tightly held in his hand. He let the snarl sound, but held his sneer back. As much as he didn’t necessarily enjoy the twists of fate, he would also not directly forgo the imperatives that drew him to respecting a viable mate.
No matter if that mate was Harry sodding Potter.
“I may be, certainly. But I do trust you, regardless, Snape. Sir.”
It was said softly, and the sir had sounded as if it had been hastily added on. It caused that hole in his stomach to clench with a fair bit of heat.
“I am glad for that.” He replied, before he looked around and noted the island between them. Laden with baked goods, and what looked like homemade Indian or Southeast Asian food.
“I got your letter. I figured we could discuss what you needed from my woods, over dinner. If we came to an agreement, then you could venture out after… or… whenever.”
The stumble at the end of the mans small speech brought a smirk upon Severus’s face. He would be damned if anyone ever knew how charming he found it.
“Let me go and stow my things in the entry way.” He said, before he turned on his ankle and went back to the door. His robe off and his boots stowed in minutes. He felt bare, but he also had already disrespected the wishes of an Omega, and it chaffed something in him that as an Alpha he might be perceived as a not viable mate due to any slights that are obvious in nature.
He sighed, as he unshrunk the journal that he’d brought with him. He’d thought his life of serving powerful men had been over. And yet, here he was, having thoughts of mating with the Golden Boy, one of the most powerful wizards in all of current history.
The dinner had been delicious, but sitting across the table from a man who had at some point in the previous twenty years, grown up into a man… had been a pleasure that Severus found himself reveling in. Harry Potter of a fresh eighteen had been wise for his age, but brash and charming in a waifish way.
Thus, nothing that Severus found enticing in the least.
Whereas Potter at thirty eight, was a wise, charming man, who now boasted patience, eloquence, a shocking intelligence, and a sharp wit. Not to mention there was not a hint of the waif the young man had been, and in his place was a man with lean muscled arms, tight thick thighs, and shoulders that Severus longed to dig his hands into as he rutted…
He brought his thoughts back to the moment, as Potter had gotten up to take the dinner plates to the sink, and retrieve the desserts from the icebox. He pulled the journal from the edge of the table, and opened up the book to the page that he needed.
“So, how did you find out about the herd?” He heard Potter ask as the man was bent over, head in the icebox, before he stood up and pulled out a chocolate ganache cake, with what Severus thought looked like mixed berry compote atop it. He felt his mouth water when Potter pulled out a thick heavy cream and began pouring it over the berries and ganache.
“Albus’ portrait in the Headmistresses office. I’d been asking if anyone had seen the herd in the forbidden forest recently, to which Minerva indicated no. They’d been missing nearly as long ago now, as the second battle. But Albus piped up and informed me that he believed there might be a herd that were located in your woods.” He let his mouth wrap around the fork in front of him, taking in the rich dark chocolate, and the sharp sour tones of the compote with the sweet heavy fat of the cream.
“You are an excellent cook, to be sure, but by Merlin your baking skills are unprecedented.”
Severus found himself groaning around the second forkful, before a wave of Potter scent hit him like a hammer in the gut.
Arousal.
Potter was aroused.
His lips snapped closed, and he took a deep breath before he could stop himself. His eyes opened and he caught the flared nostrils on the other mans face before Potter had cast his face down to his own plate. His cheeks and neck flushed a lovely ruddy rose color.
“You can access the herd, Sir.”
It was said to softly, so reverently that Severus had to take several steadying breaths, that did nothing to calm his raging libido, before he centered himself enough to speak.
“In order to move forward, I am going to speak plainly of the elephant in the room before we proceed. You are evidently an Omega. Heretofore, unbeknownst to me. I am clearly an Alpha. We are both unmated, and if your scent is anything to go off of – we are viable mates. I do not feel as if it is appropriate for either of us to be making any compromises or deals in our current states.” He closed the journal with a snap, as he leaned back in his chair looking the man up and down that sat across from him, his face a study in silent contemplation and barely suppressed desire.
“I… agree. Sir.”
He couldn’t help but smirk at the way the added ‘sir’ always seemed just a little bit of an afterthought. As if it was the only title that Potter could convince himself to use toward Severus Snape, the reviled war hero, and spy.
“Sir, do you mind if I speak plainly as well, for a moment?”
“Of course. I never took you as someone who had to ask to let their thoughts be known.” He replied, and felt a swell of pride when Potter neither took the bait, and yet he still saw fire enter the mans eyes. Good, something of the fire he craved was still in there.
“No, I typically am not. However,” it was said with teeth that were evidently grated together, and Severus had to hold a sneer in. “I find that I want to please a viable mate and I sense that you are a man who craves respect. Hence, respecting you.”
The imperative that was rising in him, overtook his biting retort, and he swallowed it back. Nodding his head instead, at the Omega looking ever so brave in the face of an ocean of desires neither of them had ever once thought to have toward the other person sitting at the table.
“I have been an Omega for twenty one years now. I have had plenty of time to get married, have and rear children of my own, gotten divorced, and moved to Ireland to care for thestrals and unicorns. I am still a father to three beautiful children, an uncle to more gingers than I can count, and on amicable terms with my ex-wife who is now pregnant with a child with her new husband.” Severus sat there, with nary a clue where Potter was going, and yet loathe to stop the man from getting to his point.
“Gin and I divorced almost ten years ago now, and Lil’s just graduated Hogwarts.” Potter veered off into silence for a moment, and Severus let him. It was important, he realized, that the man had shared what he’d shared – it rather helped Severus see him for the man that he was, the life that he’d lived, and the fact that an Omega had sired children with a Beta, and three of them at that – proved how powerful the man was.
Something slithered up Severus’s spine, and enticed him to uncross his legs, letting cool air touch the fabric of the apex of his trousers.
Potter took a breath before continuing, “In the last ten years, I have been with no one. Not a single person has touched me, no one has lain in my bed, I have bent over for no one – nor have I taken anyone. I have been… rather keen on celibacy. No one has come close to even causing a stir in me.”
A flame unfurled in Severus and he felt as if his skin would combust if given a spark in the room. The fact that Potter had been untouched for so long… that the man had gone without for so long… had gone through forty plus heats with no partner… no real relief… something feral awoke in him that he wasn’t entirely sure could be put back to sleep.
“You stood on my stoop smelling of earl grey, bicorn horn, and tobacco, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”
Almost through heavy lidded eyes did Severus realize the thing between them shifted, became palpable, became thick; as Potter finished. “I think, perhaps finally… I want…”
He stood quickly from the chair, causing the wood to scrape loudly against the tile floor. Then silence, as he fought the urge to devour, tear apart, consume.
“You do not know what you are asking for.” He tried, unsure if he wanted Potter to prove him wrong, or nod and send him packing. His body felt taut, like a string ready to be plucked. He was unsure if he was going to snap or play a beautiful note.
“I rather think I do, Sir.” Potter said, before the man stood up, and before Severus’s eyes took off his apron, hung it on the hook by the door, and walked from the kitchen into the hall. He watched as the man continued to move to unbuttoning his shirt, the scent coming off the Omega, wafting in thick heavy waves toward him.
The pheromones covering him in a dense weight of yearning.
The animal in him was fighting his every urge to wait, to plan, to contrive.
He stepped into the hallway and saw that Potters cream button up was laying on the floor by the stairs, the mans tie was hanging on the bottom of the bannister, and two socks were trailing up on the steps.
Severus followed after them like a dog on a scent. There was simply no way he could resist. It took him longer than he’d ever admit to, for him to realize that as he trailed the path that had been mapped out by the Omega, he’d been unbuttoning his own cuffs, and shirt, he’d loosened his tie and hung it on the bannister long before he’d realized he’d taken it off.
His head was hazy with longing, and his body felt like it was on the edge of a cliff. A notion so massive as to leave him paralyzed with the knowledge that he was all but certain, he was going to have fucked Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived Twice, the Hero of the Wizarding World, and thirty eight year old Powerful Omega – by the end of the night.
His cock had never been so hard in his life. He was certain.
He found the Omega’s trousers at the base of another set of stairs that looked to go up into the attice of the cottage. Severus only then realizing that he’d not once taken in what he’d passed by on the second floor, instead focusing only on the scent of the man he was following, as he slowly took each step, finding an undershirt on the top step, and just before he crossed the threshold into the large open space, a pair of briefs.
He looked up, as he pulled his own undershirt off, leaving him in his trousers, unbelted, and a pair of black socks; laying witness to the most beautiful scene he’d ever imagined.
Potter was leaning over the edge of the bed that was in the center of the far wall, his legs were spread wide, presenting himself to the Alpha. Severus could see the gleam of slick that was starting to pool between the mans arse and the heavy balls that were hanging beautifully between thick, lean, hairy thighs.
“What a picture you make.” He said, for a moment not recognizing his own voice, how heavy with lust it sounded. The rough texture a sound he’d never made before.
“Why don’t you come and ruin it, sir?”
The animal in him reared, and he growled before he could control himself. His body moving forward in three long strides, his hands on Potters hips before he made a conscious thought to move.
“I would never ruin you.” He said, the growl still lacing his words. “Never ask an Alpha such impudence.” He finished, and then thought on his words, and found his fingers digging into Potters skin before he loosened them through sheer willpower. “You will never ask another Alpha to touch you again, if I have anything to say on the matter.”
It followed, that he got on his knees, and took in the musky scent of Potters slick. The wonderful thick viscous liquid that tasted somewhere between salty and sweet; it left him certain he’d never be sated on the taste of it.
He laved at Potters hole for what he thought might been minutes, hours, he wasn’t clear on it, and he no longer cared. The Omega was sobbing, begging so prettily for him. He was stammering and shaking, and Severus feral with pride in bringing out such lovely sounds from such a powerful and beautiful man… an Omega.
When the third finger found itself buried deep in the gleaming, soaking wet hole, Potter screamed and came all over the duvet, and Severus leaned forward and bit the supple arse cheek that was just in front of him. Thoughts of unicorns and potions supplies long gone from his mind. His sole focus was to bring as much pleasure to Potter as humanly possible, to convince the Omega that he was not only a viable mate, but the Only mate for him.
“Pleeeasssseee… sir, please,”
“Please what, my Omega?” he asked, as he continued to drill his fingers into the hole that was lose and perfectly ready to receive him – if not his knot that was already enlarging and filling.
“Oh… fuck, Alpha… please fuck me.”
It was all the consent that he required. He stood up and with some swift non verbal spells, his trousers and pants were banished to the chair in the living room that he vaguely remembered and his cock was at Potters entrance. The heat and the wet slick were coating the spungy head of his prick and he took a moment to remember the picture as it presented itself.
“Please Alpha.” Potter keened, and it spurred Severus to push into the slightly gaping hole.
It was divine. Pleasure he’d never imagined. The heat and the wet were secondary to the noises that his cock along wrung from the Powerful wizard that was bent over taking it. There was no lust potion in the world, there was nothing that could compare to what he felt in that moment. He had never before felt that sex was more than a biological need that some people couldn’t resist. He’d been skilled in the willpower to resist over the years, and had only partaken when he’d made the explicit desire to do so.
Now that he’d been buried in Potters delectable arse, he wasn’t certain he’d ever not crave the young man again. Even now, as he was thrusting into the squelching hot mess of the Omega’s hole, he was yearning to be buried in him again, and again, and again. The fantasies unraveling in his mind of being balls deep in the Omega for the next several days until the man was begging to be bitten, to be claimed, left Severus in a fit of feral desire and he rutted deep, his growl sounding in the room, mixing with the keening moans of the man in front of him, the sounds of filthy sex.
“Fuuuhh…fuck, Severus, Alpha… sir… oh Merlin,” Potter was loud, and Severus was unwilling to wish the man would be silent. The way the Omega sounded, it was as if he’d never been fucked before. It pleased something deep in him, as he finally grabbed the mans shoulders, leaned forward and whispered in Potters ear.
“Ready for my knot, Omega?”
“Fucking shit, yeeeeehhhssss….”
“Good boy.” He replied, and was rewarded with Potter screaming as a second orgasm overtook him. Severus closed his eyes, as the arse he was buried in, squeezed almost painfully around his engorged cock, before is loosened and the moment it did, he rammed his massive knot into the unfurrowed hole.
He let out his own groan, as he rutted deep into the slick heat, his orgasm overtaking him. He knew that he let out a litany of his own words, but he couldn’t recall them in the loud haze of his own blood in his ears, his own heart beating painfully in his chest.
He came too after only a moment in the blinding white light, and his baser instincts forced him to caste a featherlight charm on Potter, before maneuvering the Omega, still latched to his cock, onto the bed, where he laid behind the man wrapping Potter in his arms. The small snore that he received for his efforts, caused a smile to come to his face without his permission, and he rolled his eyes.
No, he hadn’t anticipated this when he’d come to the man a few hours ago, but he was rather certain that he’d be damned if he didn’t play this to his every advantage.
~~~*~~~
The next morning he woke up to the smell of cinnamon and eggs, and coffee and a bed that was only slightly warm next to him. His first thought was that he’d fucked Harry Potter the night before, followed by, the Omega had gotten up and was making breakfast.
It boded well for the Alpha if he allowed it to.
He got out of bed, and with a brief inspection found a small bathroom ensuite and took care of some minor preparations before he pulled his briefs on and went downstairs. He saw no need to place his trousers on, he could smell Potters arousal, and if he played his cards right, he imagined he might be able to taste more than breakfast on the table this morning.
As he walked along the second floor, he took in the four doors, two on each side.
Two were open, two closed.
One appeared to be a small library, another a bedroom, and while one of the closed doors he was certain was a restroom, he had no clue what the fourth one was. He continued down the first flight of stairs, and found that Potter was on his way up.
The Omega was wearing nothing.
The beast in Severus purred, and he grabbed the banister to hold on to, as all the blood in his body pulled into his cock.
“You’re up, Sir.” Potter said, and the man sounded demure, it pulled something sweet in Severus’ chest.
“As are you. Might I ask if you always walk around your home in the nude?” he allowed his smirk to show, as Potter turned a lovely rose again, and turned to head down the stairs before answering.
“Only when there is an alpha in the house, apparently.”
Severus relished the cheeky response, and let the fire that was in his belly fan a bit.
“It’s barely past three, but I woke up famished, and figured that maybe you might as well. Plus…” Potter paused, and Severus waited as he followed the Omega into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as he continued to watch the man move getting all manner of thing in order. “I imagine we are going to have another round, and I want to make sure I don’t pass out.”
Before he had a chance to think it all the way through, Severus pushed off the edge of the counter, and crowded the Omega against the wall, the small whimper from the man caused something deeply feral in Severus to rouse.
“You have only this moment to stop me. But I would ever so enjoy kissing you.” He said, trying to remain as calm as possible, waiting for Potter to answer.
“Fuck yes.” Came the response, and the overly eager way that it came, made Severus lurch forward, only moving his nose out of the way at the last moment, slotting together perfectly with the other man.
The kiss was explosive, and he was certain that he’d won over the Omega before he’d even given it a hard enough try by his summation.
This was his Omega. He was going to be Harry Potters Alpha.
He growled into Potters mouth and the moan he received in response he swallowed up, chasing the noise with his tongue deep in the other mans mouth.
He lifted the Omega up but the thighs, and his breath caught when Potter let out a lovely sobbing keen into the kitchen. “Alpha, please… we… fuck, I need to eat.” Potter said, and he sounded like he regretted it as much as he sounded like he was begging.
Severus clenched his fingers once, before he let the plump lips go. Kissing messily down the dark skin, before he placed Potter on the counter, taking in whatever food was prepared.
Waffles, bananas, eggs, coffee.
He snapped his fingers, and butter and syrup found themselves upon a waffle as the banana was magically peeled and sliced. He took a slice of the waffle with some of the fruit atop it, and placed it against Potters lips, relishing the look of delight that lit the green eyes looking back at him.
Potter took the bite, and wrapped his legs around Severus’s abdomen. A lovely warmth invaded Severus and he couldn’t choke back the smile if he’d wanted to any harder.
“Can I feed you, Alpha?” Potter asked, and his eyes were round with a genuine desire to do so.
There was nothing that an Alpha knew more than the way an Omega would yearn to care for them. And the right Omega would do so perfectly. Severus nodded, and was pleased when a warm cup of earl grey tea with a splash of cream floated into Potters hands, where he tipped it back for Severus to sip.
It was perfectly murky, and the exact temperature to drink, and he licked his lips of the floral notes and cream that lingered, his eyes never leaving the Omega who he continued to feed.
He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but his cock was growing painfully hard against the counter, as Potter finished the last of the waffle, and Severus was fed a bit of an omlette before finishing his tea.
“Alpha?”
“Yes, Potter.” He replied, his voice gruff with desire.
“First, I’m going to need you to either call me Harry or something else, but Potter will not do.” And Severus couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh at the way the Omega challenged all biological propriety to tell the Alpha a command, but he nodded before replying.
“Fair,” he paused, realizing that it would take a fair bit of practice for ‘Harry’ to come off his lips with ease, “my Omega.”
He was rewarded with a soft smile, as Potter continued, “Good. Second, if you don’t fuck me soon, I might think that you don’t want me after all.”
It was said with such an obvious slant, that Severus continued to chuckle darkly, sliding the man forward toward him, grasping at the strong thighs again, before he tossed the Omega over his shoulder and walked to the dining table, where he magicked the chairs across the room, and all of the accoutrement flung to their appropriate homes.
He laid the man down on the wooden surface, and was charmed when Potter let out a laugh into the early morning kitchen.
“Really? The dining table?” came the cheeky question.
Severus merely smiled. “I plan on having a second breakfast, before I take you back upstairs for the first dessert of the day.”
He didn’t let the man reply, as he swooped down, taking the Omega’s cock into his mouth. The howl that he received in response was reward enough, as he tasted the salty bitter taste of the mans’ precome coat his tongue.
He hadn’t been with many Omegas, so he had no point of reference, but he rather thought that in general Pot-Harry had a decently sized cock. He couldn’t get the entire thing into his mouth without swallowing some into his throat, and he liked the challenge. The fact that a small thought that wasn’t related to his hind brain relished the potential of feeling the delicious thick prick in his own arse in the future at some point, causing his own cock to twitch with a sharp drag of lust.
His own precum was dripping from his cock onto the tiled floor as he continued to choke down the Omega’s cock, he could all but feel as the mans balls tightened before he stopped and released the thick flesh from his mouth. “You’ll come on my cock or not at all.” He said, his throat rough with over use.
“Yes, Sir. Then fuck me, sir.”
And his Alpha beast could find no fault in that command from the sweet Omega, as he reared back and wrapped his hand around his heavy shaft. Potters cock was thick and slightly larger than average. Severus felt the swell of an inordinate pride when he saw how much larger his own was in comparison.
“Hold your legs open for me, Omega.” He commanded, as he pulled the man forward, so his delectable arse was just at the edge. “Hold on.” He growled, as he pushed his entire length into the man winning a loud wail from Potter.
“Alpphhhhaaaaaahhhhh…”
“Good Boy. You take me so well” he grunted, as he rammed repeatedly into the heat that he’d come to find himself constantly craving from the moment he’d woken an hour previously. He knew only the taste of want from the first moment he’d been bollocks deep in Potter, and he was pleased that the Omega was willing to continue to beg so prettily for him.
What could’ve been minutes, or again, hours later. He growled, “come for me…” as he reared back and thrust his knot into Potters hole, the Omega answering the command immediately and coming on the knot as it was thrust into the tight ring of muscle.
He dreamed of breeding the Omega. How powerful the man was, he was certain that with little assistance from potions, he could get the Boy Hero heavy with his child. The image made his cock twitch and produce a fair bit more ejaculate as he continued to come into the channel that was plugged with his heavy knot. Filling the most powerful man in the northern hemisphere, which his pups, wasn’t a fantasy that he’d ever harbored before, and now he was certain he’d never want anything else ever again.
He leaned forward as his orgasm began to wane, and he licked the sweat that was dripping down the Omega’s collarbone. “You are such a sweet treat, Omega.” He whispered, as he gently moved his cock and knot in the tight hole he was locked into. “Never imagined I might be here, and yet, now I can imagine nothing else.” He continued, as he laid soft kisses along each collarbone, and up the neck that was similarly moist with sweat and arousal and pheromones.
“I’m pretty sure up until earlier this evening, I never once imagined being fucked until I was pregnant; but from the moment you entered this house, I haven’t been able to think of much else.”
Severus felt himself let out a weak spurt of extra come into the wet heat, as he growled. “You don’t know what you offer.”
“Oh don’t I?” came the smart reply, and Severus looked up into the Omega’s face, taking in the fire and the smile.
“I want you to fuck me, so often, that I am dripping with your come every day. I want to get pregnant because there is no choice but to turn your come into babies. I want you to bend me over every time the very want shakes you, until I am heavy with evidence of an Alpha strong enough to breed me.”
It was said with such wanton lust, that Severus felt for all the world that he must of died and woken in an alternate world where this was heaven and he was living it. There was perhaps nothing in his previous life that warranted Harry Potter saying something so lewd and delicious to him.
Regardless, he followed the sharp spike of lust that started from his neck and shot down into his bollocks, as he picked up the Omega that was still locked to his cock, and began walking back toward the stairs.
“Then I will begin by bending you over in the shower and after I clean you… I will make your wish come true.”
He rather thought there were ample places he could bend the man over in the cottage, and then once he was done marking the man in this home, he would bring the Omega back to his own and bend him over repeatedly there as well.
His life was looking remarkably less boring.
~~~*~~~
How he found himself with Potter on his hands and knees, his knot heavy and beating against the slick hole, in the moonlight as beautiful herd of unicorns lingered around them, was something that Severus would have to think back on at a later date.
He recognized the importance of it. What it meant. The only thing that it could mean, with the very real evidence that neither he nor Harry were virgins. And the realization hit him with an animalistic rut that he had torn all of his mates clothing off, when they’d come across the herd.
His Omega was with child.
His Omega was pregnant.
Some biological imperatives didn’t make sense, and the desire to be bollocks deep in his mate, who was pregnant with his child, was perhaps one of them. And yet, he could find no reason to fight the desire. He needed to claim his mate again, then and there, once the realization hit him.
The fact that his Omega had known, had presented himself the moment that the Alpha had began pawing at his trousers, was further evidence that their desires were not dissimilar.
It had been several months since the first weekend that Severus had come to the cottage, when they’d realized so many things between each of them.
They’d spent days wrapped in each other, before they’d had the mental ability to push past the thick lust that was tying them up in knots to talk about logistics, needs, boundaries… futures.
Months of Harry and he negotiating through Gringotts about access to the herd, as no Omega or Alpha in their best minds were allowed to negotiate contract generally, let alone two who were courting.
They’d finally come to a reasonable agreement that morning, and this had been their first foray into the woods.
Severus felt the heavy weight of his knot as it began to press into the hole of his Omega.
He leaned forward, making sure to whisper, so as to not startle the herd, “Think I can breed you again, when you are already pregnant with my first child?” he asked, his voice rough with something, an emotion he couldn’t name, it was heavy, and feral, and his fingers clenched tightly on the hips of the man he was rutting deeply into.
“Alpha, I told you that first night, what I wanted.” Potter replied back, his voice barely above a broken whisper, the challenge clear still in it. “I want nothing more.”
Once again, he found himself following the spark of lust as it careened through him, and he rammed his knot into his Omega’s sloppy wet hole, coming deep, biting his lip to stop from growling and upsetting the beautiful beasts that were scattered around them.
He leaned forward casting a quick cushioning charm on the ground where they both lay panting, his Omegas spend, on the ground beneath them both.
“I will endeavor to give you your wish, my Omega.” He said, panting deeply, reveling in the tight heat that sheathed his still heavy cock and knot.
“You’ve never disappointed me, Severus. I don’t imagine you will start now.”
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