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Disillusionment

                "Snape! Snape, you have to help me!"

                He turned to look at him. The courtyard was mainly empty. It was more or less the two of them. "I don't owe you anything."

                "You're good with potions, right?" Sirius chewed at his lips, fighting to hold still, when all he wanted to do was rut and rut and rut until he came over and over again . . . .

                Severus looked up, closing his textbook. "Alright, fine. What seems to be the...," he trailed off, glancing at Sirius's straining erection. "Ah."

                "Little shit Travers slipped me something," groaned Sirius, cheeks flushing, hips shifting once.

                "Slipped you what, exactly?"

                "Do I look like I fucking know?"

                "Well if you do not know what the 'something' was, how am I supposed to help you? Goodbye, Black." He opened his book again.

                "You could hold still long enough for me to stick it in you—oh God!" He gasped, looking completely mortified.

                "I'm going to assume that is the effect of Travers's little 'something'." Severus glanced about for a moment, finally putting his book to the side. "Come here and sit. I can cast a Disillusionment Spell and you can bring yourself off."

                "Thank you," moaned Sirius. He parted his robes and shoved a hand down his pants even as Severus chanted the spell.

                He could not see Sirius except in certain small little shifts, but his harsh breathing and breathy moans were making Severus more than just a little uncomfortable.

                Hoping Sirius would be too caught up in his own problem to notice, Severus, appearing as if he were reading, begun using a technique he'd perfected to bring himself off with his thighs. He bit his lip, trying to keep quiet, staring through rather than at the pages in front of him.

                "Ngn . . . James," moaned Sirius, and Severus bit his lip harder on a moan.

                "Have you ever . . . ?" he asked, a bit breathlessly, trying to sound detachedly curious.

                "W-with James?" Sirius froze for a moment. "Fuck off," he said.

                "Just asking." Severus turned the page, still clenching his thighs rhythmically.

                "No, never," moaned Sirius. "Want to have him. So bad. Fuck you! Snivellus," he snarled at him. He had no idea why he'd told him all that.

                Severus merely shrugged. He leaned toward Sirius just slightly, until their shoulders touched. Sirius gasped, arm speeding up on his prick.

                "Pissed on me when he was . . . drunk . . . once."

                "You liked it?" breathed Severus, trying to sound more shocked than aroused.

                "Ohhhh yeah," said Sirius, and he tossed his head back, making little grunting sounds, shifting his hips so that the bench moved slightly. "Warm . . . salty . . . I . . . ."

                "You what?"

                "I was undressing him . . . and I . . . licked it off . . . . From his pants too. Oh God!" He shot himself, a blaze of white seeming to appear from nowhere until, where it landed on Sirius, it began to disappear bit by bit.

                Severus went completely still for a moment, coming in his own pants as well. Forcing his quick breaths to sound somewhat normal, he turned the page of his textbook again, pretending to read it again, and now using it to hide his mess.

                "Please don't tell anyone," said Sirius after a moment.

                Severus flicked his wand, cleaning Sirius up a bit. "Finite Incantatem! I won't."

                Sirius nodded. ". . . Thanks." He stood shakily, then offered Severus a hand up.

                "Goodbye," said Snape gruffly.

                Sirius winced and left.