"Kiss me."
Who ever thought that two words could shatter him, break him into a million pieces. Two words that fall from innocent lips, from Harry potter's lips. Severus feels as though he is falling, sliding closer and closer to a cliff. The point of no return is inches away on Harry's lips.
I repudiate this. I repudiate these feelings, this want. I reject it. I will not feel heat. I will not feel need.
He is just a boy. He is 19 years old and he is beautiful as he stands here, reaching out for me in the night, surrounded by the dark that is this war.
"I dare not brave the touch of your lips in the night" is his whispered reply.
"It's a war Severus. Who knows where we will be in the morning. Now, kiss me."
"God save me." His lips are soft, so soft. Harry tastes of berries and honey and the salt tang of sweat. Severus feels a burning pain deep in his core. He has fought so long and so hard to deny that he ever had a soul. And now it burns him, charring him from the inside out, as Harry's lips mould and caress his, as Harry's tongue traces the contours of his mouth, teases his tongue into the slow eternal dance of the kiss.
"Yes" he murmurs into Harry's mouth.
The lips trace along his cheeks, kiss his eyes, his nose, the corners of his mouth, and settle again, feather light on his lips. "Yes, oh yes" Harry murmurs, raising dirty, war scarred hands to hold Severus's trembling shoulders.
"Kiss me"
The world falls away and it is all Severus can do to hold on. He is over the edge now and in free fall. He feels the nimble fingers begin to fumble with his endless buttons and he murmurs the charm to open them. Harry hums in approval and traces callused palms over Severus's narrow chest. The contrast of soft lips and rough palm makes Severus weak kneed. Being touched with care and respect is foreign to him. In awe, he reaches out and caresses the cheek of the man who touches him with such reverence.
Gentle stroking and tentative caresses quickly become more passionate. In a few quick movements, flesh is revealed and the two men slide into each other's arms.
Harry lays Severus down there in the night and kissed him and kissed him. Harry trails kisses all over Severus's body until he feels worshiped and almost forgets his guilt. Harry runs kisses along his length, takes him in his mouth, licks, long laving strokes with his tongue, moves to his entrance, kisses, kisses, kisses. After a murmured spell, Harry slides slowly into him and begins to move, driving away the last of Severus's shadows.
In slow rocking strokes, they move together and build pleasure spiraling up and up to a velvet wave that leaves them warm and sated in each other's arms.
"Kiss me" Harry murmurs.
Severus does.