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Severus cast another warming charm on himself. He was naked under his cloak, at Harry’s request, and the crisp summer night air was bloody freezing so high up in the air in the private VIP box. Even though no one was around at one o’clock in the morning, he felt ridiculous. He was hidden by both his own and Harry’s disillusionment charms but it still felt inevitable that some night watchman or maintenance worker would wander out on the quidditch pitch, look up in the stands, and yell “What is that pervert doing up there with his willy out at this hour?”
Luckily, Harry didn’t keep him waiting long. Before Severus had time to convince himself it was better to just go home and keep his and Harry’s sex life in the bedroom where it belonged, Harry was landing his broom in the clear area in the middle of the box and brushing an errant bit of fringe out of his face. He was kitted out in his full Chudley Cannons gear, which was only slightly less eye-searing an orange in the faint moonlight. Despite the disillusionment spell, Harry strode unerringly to where Severus was standing and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
“You ready?” Harry asked. “I haven’t been on a Nimbus 2000 in ages, but the team keeps this one in the maintenance closet and it’s not bad. Feels almost like my old one and - unlike the Firebolt I ride for my games - nobody will be checking it for recent spells. Which means I can do this.” He pulled his wand from its wrist holster and extended the neck of the broom almost a full foot. “Don’t laugh at me, but I actually got out some parchment and did some maths. I think we can make this work, even though you’re still a bit taller than me. Take off your cloak.”
Severus shivered, not entirely due to the breeze, and complied. Harry stuffed the cloak under one of the sleek black chairs that lined the VIP box and set the broom to hovering at thigh height between them.
“On your stomach on the broom,” Harry ordered. “You can keep your feet on the floor for now, but line it up so the tip of the broom comes just past your sternum. You can put your hands on the end for balance, and so it doesn’t poke you in the chin.”
The position, Severus noted, left his arse on display for Harry to ogle. Which he did, liberally. It also felt really fucking ridiculous, but - if Severus were honest with himself - that was part of the appeal. That a young, fit international quidditch star like Harry would somehow find Severus attractive enough to not just fuck once or twice, but to make it a regular thing. A suspiciously relationship-shaped regular thing, although neither of them had talked about it in those terms just yet. Severus groaned and wriggled his hips, purely to make Harry smack his arsecheek with a little laugh.
“Yes, I know, but this isn’t something we want to rush.” Harry placed a firm hand on the small of Severus’s back, holding him still. “Right. It looks like the length is correct, so hold still for a sec.” He flicked his wand again and cast a sticking charm. “Don’t want you to fall off once we’re up in the air.”
“Fuck,” Severus bit out. “We’re actually doing this.”
“Oh, absolutely. You think I would let you get out of it, once you confessed your deep dark fantasy to me? A fantasy I can fulfill? You wanted to get fucked high up above the quidditch pitch, and fucked you will be. Now, I’ve got your chest safely attached to the broom, but try not to shift your weight too much. The cushioning and stabilizing charms are really only designed for one rider. If we fall we’ll have to explain things.”
Severus started to reply, to tell Harry that sex in the VIP box right the fuck now would count as high above the quidditch pitch thankyouverymuch, but Harry was already straddling the broom between Severus’s legs and pushing off from the ground. He was still in his full Chudley Cannons robes, the orange probably a beacon to anyone who cared to look up into the sky, but the subtle rustling told Severus that Harry had taken out his cock. Only that, barely peeking out of the front of his robes, in dramatic contrast to Severus’s invisible but nude form.
“Put your feet against my shins - yeah, perfect. I’m gonna stick them there, so you have at least a little leverage. Not too much. Now hang on.” Harry executed a stomach-churning swoop from the box, dropping them almost to the ground before soaring back up and steering the broom in a series of lazy circles. From this vantage point, the quidditch stands looked like shoeboxes and the pitch no larger than a placemat. Severus jumped when he felt Harry’s hands on his bare bum, but Harry didn’t seem inclined to stop his exploration. “You’re disillusioned,” Harry said mildly, “but I can still feel your magnificent arse. Pretty sure I know it entirely by touch, at this point. Now it’s your turn - tilt your shoulders a bit to steer. Try to keep us from crashing as I give you the fucking of your life.”
Severus nearly choked on his tongue when Harry’s touch migrated to circling his hole. “You gave me the fucking of my life last night,” Severus pointed out. “My life has involved more fucking in the last two months than in the two decades prior.”
“All the more reason to up my game,” Harry countered cheekily, and wriggled one damp finger inside. “Lean a bit more - there, you’ve got it. I’m going to be entirely too focused on your arse to do much fancy flying, I’m afraid. Can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”
“Use the spell then,” Severus groaned. “Hurry, please.”
“I thought you liked it better when I take it slow.”
“I changed my mind!”
Harry laughed softly, but he did withdraw his hand. Moments later, Severus felt the telltale loosening and squelching of the spell cleaning, lubricating, and stretching his insides. Truthfully he did much prefer when Harry took his time, but tonight the only thing that mattered was how quickly he could get Harry to bugger him. Severus executed another wide turn, hoping he wasn’t going to make them spiral downward and crash into one of the goal hoops because he sure as fuck wasn’t paying attention to hazards in the air ahead of them.
“I forgot how tense you get when you’re desperate,” Harry murmured. “It’s incredibly sexy. Don’t worry, Professor - I know what you need.”
Severus hitched his hips up as far as the sticking spell would allow. “Then do it!”
“Please, Harry.”
“Please, Harry, stick your lovely cock in my nicely prepared aresehole and fuck the snark out of me while we wheel around a hundred yards in the air in full view of anyone who happens to look our way and is not completely blind. I don’t know how much more clearly I can say it.”
“That’ll do,” Harry replied, his grin audible in his voice. He slowly pressed his ready cock into Severus’s hole inch by inch until Severus would have sworn he could feel it in his throat. Severus’s gasp could probably have been heard by anyone down on the ground, too, but he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about it anymore. He was still disillusioned, at least - Harry was the one flying around with his cock out. Not that anyone would notice something wrong with the Cannons’ star seeker getting in a little middle-of-the-night practice. “You feel amazing,” Harry announced.
“Analyze later,” Severus begged. “Fuck me now. Please.”
“So polite.” Harry’s smile was audible in his tone. “Just for that…”
He set a punishing pace, one that perfectly demonstrated exactly how powerful his quidditch-toned thighs were. Severus hung onto the broom for dear life and wailed. It was magnificent. His arse was getting a serious pounding, he wasn’t going to be able to sit after, much less walk, and Harry showed no intention of stopping. Not until he made himself come, at the least, and if Severus was very lucky Harry might let him get off too. And wouldn’t that be awkward, if his come were to drip down off the broom under him and splatter onto the field below…
Harry gripped Severus’s hips harder and came with a loud grunt. Severus squeezed his inner muscles, tried to prolong Harry’s orgasm as long as possible, and must have succeeded because it was several seconds before Harry flopped forward and draped himself across Severus’s invisible back.
“Fucking brilliant,” Harry declared. “You have the best ideas.”
“You’re still going to have to recover enough to land us safely,” Severus reminded him. “Unless you were planning to give me a hand job while we’re up here?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Harry’s tone was casual, but his hand did indeed slip around Severus’s waist and encircle his rock-hard cock. “You like the idea of me wanking you off way up here in the air, where anyone could see. Where if they look up to see what I’m doing and they get come in their eye, they’ll know. That makes you even more turned on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Severus nearly sobbed. “Please!”
“You like it when I put you in your place.”
“Harry!”
His ejaculate did, indeed, splatter on the broom and drip off into the darkness below.
Harry didn’t slow his strokes until Severus was over-sensitive and shivering. He wordlessly scourgioed his hand, his cock, and Severus’s arse, all three, then helped Severus guide the broom to a mostly-steady landing back in the VIP box. When Harry removed the sticking charm, Severus all but slid bonelessly onto the floor.
“Not my finest flying,” Harry declared as he handed Severus the cloak they’d stashed under a chair, “but definitely some of my most exciting. Wanna do that again sometime?”
Severus heaved in a breath and prayed for his heart to slow back to normal. “Harry,” he said, “you’re going to be the death of me. And I will enjoy every minute.”