Wishlists: Don't Hold Back (Severus/Teddy)

[maraudersaffair]

Author: maraudersaffair 

Recipient: MKAugust

Title: Don't Hold Back

Pairing: Severus/Teddy

Request: Any rare Teddy pairing, age difference

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2000

Summary:

“You’re too young for me, Ted. And I’m too old for games," Snape said.

Teddy leaned in. “Are you too old to get your dick sucked?”

Notes: Thanks for reading! You can also read it on AO3.

“You remind me of your father,” Snape said one afternoon.

Teddy was unloading boxes in the back of the apothecary. He had his shirt off. The Cooling Charms were doing nothing to stifle the heat.

Teddy wiped the sweat from his brow. “I do?”

Snape’s dark eyes slid down his chest, lingering. “Yes,” he said quietly.

Unable to help it, Teddy felt his hair burn bright red. It happened when he was aroused. Snape saw this and cocked an eyebrow.

“Thank you, sir,” Teddy managed to say. “My father was a hero … so I appreciate it.”

“Do you need to take a break, Mr Lupin?” Snape murmured.

“No, I’m good,” Teddy said quickly. He really needed this job. He also wanted to impress Snape.

Snape’s gaze lingered on him as he made his way to the door. Before leaving, Snape murmured something that sounded a lot like, Too bad.

*

Teddy liked working in Snape’s apothecary. It was in Knockturn, which made it a bit dangerous. Teddy liked rubbing shoulders with all the riff raff. He was very curious about the dark side of magic. Of course, he didn’t think Snape would teach him any of it, but just observing the customers taught him enough.

Snape needed many, many Anti-Theft spells.

They worked well together, he and Snape. Snape was in his sixties, he was old, but Teddy liked that. The man radiated power and wisdom. He radiated self-control. It was hot.

The apothecary was quite quiet when customers weren’t about. After spending much of his childhood around Weasleys, Teddy welcomed the silence. It gave him space to think. To reflect. He hadn’t a clue what he wanted to do with his life.

“I think I want to become a Potioneer,” Teddy announced a few days later. His arms still hurt a little from unloading the boxes like a Muggle.

Snape looked up from his bookkeeping. He wore spectacles every time he worked with the books. “Oh?”

“Yeah … it’s fascinating. Potions can be so powerful. Just a drop could kill a person—or save their life.”

Snape smiled. “I had no idea Hufflepuffs concerned themselves with power.”

“You taught at Hogwarts for years! We aren’t a monolith!”

Still smiling, Snape shut his book and came around the counter. “Brewing potions day in and day out can be a very lonely experience. I’m not sure if it’s a good fit for you.”

“I like working here.”

“Working in a shop is quite different from brewing.”

Teddy shook his head. “It’s quiet here. I like that.”

Snape snorted, his eyes still trained on Teddy. “You are getting frustrated. I can tell by the colour of your hair.”

“Oh, is it turning violet?”

“Yes.”

Teddy ran a hand through his soft locks, silently telling himself to calm down. “I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

Very carefully, Snape reached up to tuck a bit of Teddy’s hair behind his ear. “You don’t need to figure it out, lad. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

Teddy felt himself go very warm. “My hair’s now red, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Do you know what it means?”

Snape leaned in closer. “You’re embarrassed about something, I think.”

Teddy was a bit taller than him, so he leaned down. He whispered: “It means my cock is getting hard.”

Snape gave him a gentle push. “You are being ridiculous.”

“Snape …” Teddy attempted to crowd him against the shelf, but Snape easily evaded him.

“Stop thinking with your prick. We’ve got work to do.”

Teddy sighed. He thought to reach for Snape again, but a customer walked in. They quickly scurried away from each other.

*

The next evening, Teddy ran into Snape at the White Wyvern, Knockturn’s only pub. Well, he technically didn’t run into him. He followed him after he saw where the older man was headed.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Teddy asked.

Snape raised his eyes. He didn’t look all that surprised to see him. “Do you mean to vex me, Mr Lupin?”

“Call me Teddy.”

“Ted.”

“Fine, whatever. Just let me buy you a drink.”

Snape sighed. “I want a whisky. Make it a double.”

Grinning, Teddy headed for the bar. Teddy returned a few minutes later with two big whiskeys.

Snape sipped his and didn’t say anything. Teddy gulped down his. He needed the courage.

“Look,” Teddy said.

Snape’s expression turned sarcastic. “Yes?”

Teddy sucked in a breath. “I think you’re rather sexy.”

Snape laughed. “You were raised by Gryffindors, I can tell.”

“Well, I do! And I want you to know. I want you to have this drink with me. Maybe two. Then I want you to let me suck your cock.”

Arousal softened Snape’s expression. “You’re too young for me, Ted. And I’m too old for games.”

Teddy leaned in. “Are you too old to get your dick sucked?”

Snape sucked in a breath. His hand trembled as he took another sip. “I want to change the subject.”

“Fine. Tell me about my father. You hated him, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t hate him,” Snape said quietly.

“That’s what people told me.”

Snape shook his head. “Your father could be a coward, that’s all. He was a complicated man—like all of us. He had moments of cowardice, yes, but he also had moments of great bravery. He died because of his bravery.”

“He was a hero.”

Snape gulped thickly. “Yes, he was. They all were.”

Teddy reached across the table to squeeze his hand. Snape didn’t pull away. They stayed like that for several minutes, not saying anything, just holding hands.

Then Snape asked, “What is the real colour of your hair?”

Teddy laughed. “It’s a sandy blond. Darker when I’m not in the sun a lot.”

“Like your father’s.”

“Yes.”

Snape pulled his hand away. He stared down at his tumbler.

“Did you fancy him?” Teddy asked quietly. “My dad?”

Snape shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

Snape snorted. “Don’t sound so shocked!”

“I look like him, don’t I? And you fancy me, don’t you?”

Snape smiled. He shook his head again. “Back then … during the war … I was a different person. I was filled with hate.”

“Who did you hate?”

“Myself.”

“Oh,” Teddy whispered.

“I was too busy hating myself to fancy anyone. So, no, I didn’t fancy your father.”

Teddy gulped more of his drink. “I think a lot about how he was a werewolf. How much he had to deal with. The pain.”

“Yes.”

Teddy looked into his eyes. “You understand a bit of that pain, don’t you?”

Instead of answering, Snape leaned in and brushed his lips against Teddy’s. “Enough, lad. I’ll go to bed with you.”

Teddy’s head spun. “What do you mean? ‘Enough’?”

Snape touched Teddy’s mouth lightly with his fingertips. “Enough of your charms. Your wooing. You don’t need to waste such sweetness on an old man like me.”

“What if I think you deserve it? What if I admire you?”

Snorting again, Snape knocked back his whisky. He eyed Teddy. “Where do you want to do it? The toilets? Back at the apothecary?”

“Will you take me home?”

Snape’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yes.”

A few minutes later, they were in Snape’s flat above his apothecary. It was a small place. The man owned very little.

Snape only lit a few candles. “I’ve only got wine,” he said.

“Doesn’t matter.” Teddy urged him against the wall and kissed him. Snape tasted of whisky and herbs and smoke.

Snape buried his hands in the back of Teddy’s jumper. He shuddered.

Teddy went to his knees. He rested his hands on Snape’s belt, then looked up for permission.

“Are you sure?” Snape asked.

A desperate nod. “Yes.”

“Fine. Do it. I’m already so hard for you.”

Groaning, Teddy shoved back his robes, then undid his belt and zip. When Snape’s cock was revealed, he groaned again. Snape was huge.

“Damn,” Teddy said, voice full of admiration.

Snape laughed hotly.

Teddy sucked him down hungrily. He cradled his heavy balls as he bobbed his head.

Snape buried his hands in his hair. “Oh, lad,” he whispered.

Encouraged, Teddy wrapped a tight fist around him, wanking him as he worked his mouth over the tip. He made everything very messy.

Snape sighed, his thigh quivering. He didn’t thrust but let Teddy set the pace. It made Teddy feel powerful.

After several minutes, Teddy released him. His mouth needed a break.

“You can’t be comfortable down there,” Snape murmured.

Teddy shifted on his knees. “I’m fine.”

Snape looked at him almost shyly. “I’ll let you fuck me on my bed. Would you like that?”

Teddy gaped up at him. “Oh yeah.”

They went to Snape’s bedroom, which was dark and cramped, only big enough for the bed and a wardrobe. The window was stained over from dirt.

“You live a lonely life,” Teddy said.

“Yes,” Snape said as he undressed.

“Do you like it that way?”

“For the most part.”

Snape crawled onto the bed and offered his arse. “Come on, lad. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Teddy tore off his clothes. He scrambled onto the bed, his cock leading the way. Snape widened his thighs for him.

“You’re so hot,” Teddy murmured, feeling him up, giving his throat a kiss.

Snape laughed and arched up. “You must have a grandad kink.”

“No, I just like you.” Teddy Conjured up lube, getting his fingers wet. He rubbed his fingers against Snape’s burning hot hole. “I assume you’re practised?”

“How can you tell?”

It was Teddy’s turn to laugh. The sound became a moan as he sank two fingers inside Snape. “Fuck.”

Snape rolled his hips. “You can just put your cock in me, you know. I can take you. Just try not to rest all your weight on me. We mustn’t break my old bones.”

“Okay,” Teddy said, nearly panting. Then: “Your bones are just fine.”

Snape presented himself even more. “Fuck me.”

Teddy withdrew his fingers and grasped his cock. He balanced himself on a hand as he pressed inside.

Snape punched a pillow. “Oh God!”

When Teddy bottomed out, he grabbed Snape’s waist. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, goddamnit.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Snape hissed, pushing back on him. “Come on, ruin me, Ted. Don’t hold back.”

Teddy began to pound him. He urged Snape back with each thrust. “Like this, Mr Snape?”

“Fuck you, call me Severus!”

Teddy laughed breathlessly. He pounded him even harder.

Snape was sobbing, his face now buried in a pillow. He was letting Teddy utterly use him.

Teddy had the stamina—the will—to go all night, but his bollocks said otherwise. He was already about to come, so he slowed down, grinding into Snape, giving them both a reprieve.

Snape moaned, low and deep. He reached back to touch where they were connected, feeling Teddy’s wet shaft. “I can’t believe you’re inside me right now. A fit young lad buried balls deep in my arse. Me.”

Teddy found his mouth, kissing him sloppily. “I think you’re the one with the kink.”

Snape buried a hand in his flaming hair. “Fuck me,” he moaned into his mouth.

“Like this?” he whispered as he slammed his hips forward.

“YES!”

Teddy did it again and again. He found Snape’s dripping cock, stroking it. “Come for me, Severus.”

“Give it to me hard and fast, I’ll come, I promise, I promise—” His words were slurring a little.

Teddy pounded him again. He did his best to stroke Snape as he did it. Snape only needed a few more tugs for him to erupt. He squeezed so deliciously around Teddy.

“Fuck, Severus,” Teddy gasped, tipping over the edge too. His hips went wild, utterly ramming into the man beneath him. Snape cried out.

Afterward, Teddy held him close as they shared a cigarette. “You’re not too beaten up, are you?” Teddy asked.

“Oh, I am, but in the best possible way.” Snape stretched, then winced a little. “You might have given me an entirely new arsehole.”

Teddy turned him over to inspect it. “Naw, it looks fine to me,” he said. “Just a little used.”

Snape puffed on the cig. “Brilliant news.”

Teddy dragged his tongue over the hole, wanting to soothe it, wanting to fuck him again.

Snape cried out. “Ted.”