I don't own HP. Wow, it's been so long since i updated or written anything new. That's the reason i didn't update any of my current stories waiting for sequels or something, i just wrote this short drabble (at least it was supposed to be short) to get back into writing a bit more. Since it's summer, i should be able to write more, but i'm going on some vacations this summer so idk. Anyway, i won't mark this as complete because i'll probably add more, but each drabble will be separate.
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Harry/Severus Drabbles

Quiet & Comfortable

Harry Pov

My high pitched whimper was abruptly cut off by the harsh and thin lips of my lover. Unable to contain my pleasure filled sounds, i settled for moaning into his mouth as the sharp stab of Severus's dick continually assaulted my insides. Groaning loudly at a particularly strong thrust, I winced as the bitter tangy taste of blood was filled my mouth, i didn't feel any wounds so i must've accidentally bit him, that thought just made my untouched dick grew harder. Severus leaned back and despite our frantic movements from our passionate coupling, i saw the trail of ruby red blood from a small cut on his bottom lips.

My tongue swept my teeth for any remaining traces of the delicious substance but it was for naught.

"Fuck," The unconscious cry from me distracted me from the sight of my lover's bruised and bloody lips and I was reminded of the intense pleasure i was experiencing...especially as he kept grinding right there...oh Merlin, "Severus..." I whispered but he shushed me with a heated glance that took my breath away.

The potions master wasn't a wizard of many words in normal circumstances, so he was even less so in the bedroom. But it really doesn't matter because his body can speak for himself. The way his potion stained hands is gripping onto my legs (that were spread way too far but he didn't listen when i complained) told me clearly and plainly that he was close.

And so was i.

As if he just read my mind at that moment, he gave a subtle smirk. Then he seemed to fuck me even harder, my head almost banged in to the headboard but a warm hand supporting the back of my head prevented it from doing so. The action was sweet but the furious pace he was setting was anything but,

"Severus! Shit...oh!" Although whenever we had sex, which is quite often, it was mostly quiet (except for some grunts or moans) because Severus liked it that way-and i did too sometimes-but i never could hold myself back as i neared the brink of my orgasm.

He didn't try to muffle my screams because first, he knew it was no use, and second, from the way his face was screwed up in pleasure, i doubt he even had the strength to care that I was yelling out his name to the heavens.

My orgasm hit me like an impending wave, except unlike water, i felt boiling hot all over, but it might have something to do with the red handprints on my arse (but thats another story). My eyes were screwed shut and my face probably looked like i was constipated but i didn't care, I have already shown all of me to my love. I heard a grunt above me and that was the only warning I got before hot semen coated my insides and before a enormous weight fell on top of me. We were both panting in exhaustion and our bodies were sticky with sweaty. Normally, I would be disgusted at how too warm I felt and how sweaty and stinky skin sticking together felt completely...ugh (It was bloody uncomfortable).

Yet I still mustered up a grin when Severus lifted himself up and kissed me chastely. He didn't exactly smile back but because of the beads of sweat on his lean body, i couldn't blame him because he looked completely worn out. I wasn't as tired since i just took in all that Severus gave, which is all of him every time.

Perhaps next time I should top.

And as if knowing right what i was thinking, he lifted up a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. Avoiding his silent question, I summoned the blankets with a flick of my hand and covered us up. He rolled to his side and lay down besides me and gave me more of the thin blanket (thin because we were still coming down from our high and I still feel like I'm standing on the edge of sun right now). Sighing in pleasure, I was startled as lips momentarily touched mine. Eyes open, I stared at my lover but his eyes were closed and his chest was moving up and down in a even rhythm

Rolling my eyes (I knew he wasn't really asleep), i snuggled up to him and grinned when he didn't move away.

In that moment of bliss, even his clammy hand which was suddenly stroking my back (see, i knew he was awake) felt rather...nice. But I felt a thousand times more satisfied and comfortable when I felt his body move closer to mine, as if trying to mold our bodies together.

He never stopped his caressing hand and in the morning, a hand on my hardening manhood was what woke me up (did I ever mention how I love his hands? Maybe I'll talk about it later...)

I looked down at him between my legs and quietly enjoyed the comfortable feel of his soft and nimble fingers rolling my balls. But my eyes snapped open as I suddenly felt teasing teeth on the head of my cock. Pleasure shot up my spine from the pain and I moaned silently. I thought i heard Severus whisper masochist under his breath but again, that's a whole other story.

Right now it's about the sweet (as sweet as it can get when talking about Severus Snape) side of my amazing lover. How he can show his love and commitment by just the most simplest actions, he shocked everyone when he pulled out a chair for me at breakfast. Like Ron said, he wasn't as we expected at all. But then again, they don't see all of Severus Snape. Most think of dungeons, whips, and snakes when anybody mentions the potions master and...they're not that far off the mark.

His dominance and love for bondage was appearing next week when the handcuffs he ordered are said to arrive. I can't wait till then.

And I still have the bruises from last week.