X. Annus unus *
"Damn, it's cold," Harry shivered and plopped down on the couch next to Severus. The older man quirked an eyebrow when Harry wriggled his feet between Severus' thigh and the couch, but Harry didn't even bother replying to the look as he started rubbing his colorless fingers over Severus' upper arm. "Fucking freezing," he mumbled.
"It's May. How can it be freezing?"
"Okay, not freezing. But with the rain, it's mighty cold to be flying around on the pitch," Harry said offended, taking in Severus' skeptical look.
"So you had a good practice then?"
"So funny!" Harry slapped his arm, but continued rubbing his hands to the other man nonetheless.
"I'm not going to feel sorry for you. You're the one who insisted on playing semi-professional Quidditch."
"Yeah, well, it's fun. Most of the times. But today the weather's bad, you know. It wouldn't hurt if you felt at least a little bit sorry," Harry grumbled.
"Not bloody likely," Severus shifted on the couch and pulled the younger man's feet from underneath him. Before Harry could object, Severus had taken off his socks and propped the icy feet back underneath his bum. He could just feel his body heat soaking into the other man and he grabbed Harry's deadly white hands to rub them between his own.
"Oh! Ouch! Oh-ah-oooh ... damn!" Harry kept up a constant train of moans and groans when the blood returned to his extremities. It felt like a thousand needles attacking him non-stop.
"Such a pussy," Severus mumbled, just loud enough for the other man to hear. "Move your feet Potter, I have no intention on having my butt frozen off." Harry stuck out his tongue and moved his feet to another, warm spot underneath his friend's legs.
"Kreacher?" Severus barely waited for the house-elf to pop in, before he continued. "Can you bring Harry a hot chocolate please? But not too hot, so that he won't burn his hands."
Harry smiled up at his friend gratefully when he was installed under a warm blanket, his feet being massaged by Severus' strong hands and his hands cradling the warm mug. "You're the best, you know that? Even though you're always grumbling and complaining, you do take care of me."
"Don't get sappy Potter. I might get nauseous." Severus scowled at him. "And I'm not."
"You're not? Not the best? Not always complaining? Or not taking care of me?" Harry yawned widely. Now that he was all toasty warm after the cold, he was getting mighty sleepy.
Severus didn't even bother replying as he saw the emerald eyes flutter shut. He squeezed Harry's feet a bit harder to wake him up again. Harry quickly gulped down his chocolate and announced that he went to bed early. Severus stared after him for a few minutes, then decided that he didn't have anything better to do either and extinguished the lights and fire before he headed upstairs.
Several hours later, Severus was still awake. He gave it up as a bad job and grabbed his bathrobe, going downstairs.
Upstairs, Harry kept on tossing and turning in his bed. He'd heard Severus go downstairs half an hour ago, and he hadn't come back upstairs since. He ran a hand through his wild hair and hoisted his pajama bottoms up as he padded out of his room barefoot.
"Hey!" Severus' face lit up when Harry entered the kitchen.
"Hay is for horses?" Harry gave him a cheeky grin and sat down opposite his friend, then eyed the glass he was holding.
"Try?" Severus took a sip from the amber liquid, the icecubes tinkling merrily in the glass. When Harry nodded, the older man retrieved a glass and poured him one finger. "It's Scotch."
Harry carefully took a sip and felt a warm, tingly feeling spread all through his body almost instantly. "Not bad."
"It's better than not bad. This is older than you, you know."
"So? If something's old, doesn't have to mean it's good," Harry shrugged, then took a longer drink. "Not a night for a sleeping potion, is it?"
"One year," Severus said softly, staring at his own hands.
"Yes. One year. Everybody will be celebrating today. Shouldn't we have our own celebration?" Harry answered just as softly. It was just after midnight, so it was May 2nd, exactly one year after they both died for a short while and got back to life. Exactly one year after the defeat of Voldemort.
"I think this night is more about remembering."
"Facing our memories?"
"And facing our fears," Severus looked up to find the emerald eyes locked on him. Harry gulped down the last of his drink without breaking eye-contact and grabbed the bottle. Severus put his hand over his own glass when he wanted to fill it.
"Are you intending to get drunk?"
"I haven't been drunk for several weeks!" Harry replied indignantly. "So don't start -"
"Not what I meant," Severus shook his head, cutting him off. "The last time we were both drunk ..."
"Oh." Harry knew exactly what he meant. They'd jerked eachother off in a moment of lust, and Severus had regretted it the next day. "You shouldn't still feel sorry about that. It's what teenagers do," Harry told him.
"Promise me we won't have sex," Severus' dark eyes bored into Harry's. "I do not wish to ruin our friendship."
Harry kept silent for a few seconds. Was this something he could promise? Yes, he could. His friendship with Severus meant too much for him to risk it over a moment of horniness. "I promise we won't have sex today."
Severus withdrew his hand from his glass and Harry poured them both two fingers. They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Harry was the first to break the silence. "What do you still have nightmares about?"
Severus regarded him silently, then sat back in his chair. "It varies. The second war is more recent, but the first war is the worst. For me, at least."
"How come?"
"Because I fought for the wrong side, obviously."
"But you didn't know, back then."
"But I do know now. That's what makes it worse."
Harry slowly shook his head. "I think you're being too hard on yourself. You were young, you didn't have friends, you made a wrong choice. You saw the error later, so that makes it -"
"It doesn't undo anything! It doesn't make it right! I've done terrible things! If I wouldn't have ..." Severus shook his head violently, his voice faltering.
"Do you," Harry said carefully, "... want to tell me about it? Facing our memories, remember?"
It took one more drink and half an hour before Severus started talking. But when he eventually did, he didn't stop until Harry had heard all about the first war.
Severus' frame was bent forward over the table, his face buried in his hands. Harry couldn't see his face, but he did see the silent tears dripping down on the table. When the broad shoulders started to shake with withheld sobs, Harry stood up and went over to his friend, gathering him in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of Severus' head and silently held him tight.
"I wonder why everybody's always worried about my mental health," Harry whispered into his hair after a long time, when the tears had dried.
Severus let out a shaky laugh. "Because you're the good guy."
"So are you."
"Nobody knows. And besides, I died a year ago, didn't I?" Severus snorted, his voice hoarse.
"Life is unfair."
"Is it?" Severus broke the embrace and Harry went back to his chair on the opposite side of the table. They both took a long drink and stared at eachother.
Two drinks later, Harry broke the silence once again. "What parts of the second war do you have nightmares about?"
"It's your turn now, Harry. I will tell you, later."
Harry gave a deep sigh, then leant slightly towards the other man over the table. "Before Dumbledore asked you to ... end his life, would you have thought that you'd ever have to kill anyone? Not in a battle, where you're fighting for your life, but ... really murder someone? Plot and plan how you have to do it, and then follow through to the end."
Severus' insides went cold when he thought about the question. He didn't have to answer though, as Harry started telling him about his war. He'd heard most of it already, but Harry had only ever told him the story, the facts, the outside. Never what it had meant to Harry personally. What it had done to him. They kept on talking all through the night, until they saw the dawn approaching.
"Have you ever seen the sunrise from the upper floor?"
Harry frowned and shook his head. "We're in the middle of London. You can't -"
"Come and see," Severus beckoned him. They both grabbed their cloak and climbed all the stairs to the top of the building.
They stood silently, side by side, watching how the first pink sliver of the sun appeared. It was breathtaking, the way the sun got bigger and bigger and changed color from minute to minute. The slight fog that hung over London gave it an extra dimension, shattering the colors all over the skyline.
When the sun had risen and they could no longer look at it directly, Harry turned towards his friend. "Thank you."
Severus looked at him intently, then a gentle smile formed on his lips. He brought his fingers up to Harry's face and brushed over his cheek once. "Sleep well Harry."
"You too," Harry whispered and turned to leave the room, blinking furiously. Why did he feel tears burning behind his eyes all of a sudden?
).(
When Harry woke up, he lay still for a while. He felt calm, rested. They'd shared their stories of the war. They'd told eachother everything there was to know about them. And still, after hearing all the gruesome things Severus had done, all the things he'd been forced to do and all the things he'd done out of free will, after reliving all the horrors of the other man's past, he still loved him.
Is this what it felt like to become an adult? Making a choice, and no matter what the outcome would be, knowing that it was the right choice? Feeling determination, where he'd always felt hesitation, fear, nerves? Harry grinned to himself when he got out of bed and grabbed a robe. It was lunchtime, which meant he'd only slept for a few hours. Still, he couldn't remember feeling more rested in a long time.
The look of determination on his face returned when he went downstairs. He had a pretty good idea where to find his friend, and indeed found Severus in the living room.
"Severus?"
The tired man looked up immediately. If Harry used his full name, it wasn't to ask what he wanted for lunch. He put his book away and sat up a bit straighter in his chair, he couldn't miss the serious, but calm look on the younger man's face.
Harry quickly looked around the room, then sat down on the edge of the coffee table so that he could face Severus, and not be all the way on the other side of the room. Their knees were barely a foot apart, and Severus couldn't help leaning forward to the other man slightly.
Harry stared at Severus' folded hands for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, what he had to say, but it probably would come out differently. He just wasn't as eloquent as Sev.
"I know that I'm young," Harry started, then groaned when he saw the quirked eyebrow. "Please let me say what I have to say, okay?"
"I didn't utter a word."
"No, but the looks often say more than -"
"My apologies. I will try to contain the looks," Severus did his best to hide his smile and smirked instead.
"Git," Harry muttered, then cleared his throat and started anew. "I know I'm young, and that because of that I make a lot of mistakes. I try to behave like regular eighteen-year-olds do, but -" Harry shook his head. This wasn't going where he wanted. "That day, when you found out that I had been drugged, and you ... wanted me back ... I didn't turn you down because I didn't love you. Or because I wasn't in love with you. I tried to make the decision that other teenagers would make. I told you I wanted to experiment, and I did. Not because I wanted to, but because it seemed to make sense. But ... well, I told you before that it wasn't what I expected it to be. I guess I'm just not normal in any way." Harry pulled a funny face, and Severus looked deep into the emerald eyes. He didn't see the pain or self-hate that he would have expected a few months, or even weeks ago.
"When I just woke up now," Harry continued, "... there was a song in my head. A Muggle song that I'd heard a thousand times on the radio in one of my summer holidays. I always thought it was a whiney, sappy song, but the lyrics somehow make sense. I don't remember them exactly, but there's some phrases ... 'I go out every night and sleep all day, since you took your love away. Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want, I can see whomever I choose. I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant, but nothing can take away these blues, because nothing compares to you. I could put my arms round every boy I see, but they'd only remind me of you. Because nothing compares to you.' And that, Sev, is true. Each and every time I met someone interesting, it turned out that I found them interesting because they had something that reminded me of you. Sometimes the looks, sometimes the way of speaking, sometimes the sense of humor. I only realized that just now. But nothing compares to you. You're not an ordinary bloke, and I like that about you. You made me realize it's not so bad to be different. So I decided ... to just follow my heart instead of my head. That's why I'm telling you all this. It's all sappy and corny and ... whatever. But it's what I wanted to tell you. I know I hurt you. Deeply. And for that I apologize, even though I know it's not something you can apologize for. But I want you to know that I'm the luckiest person on earth to have you as a friend. We talked all night, and still after hearing ... everything, you still didn't think different of me. I don't think different of you either, even when you thought you'd scare me away. Well, maybe I do think a bit different of you, because it made me realize that I love you, no matter what. And even though I know I broke your heart and you'll never ..." Harry's voice, which had been composed the whole time, now broke. He swallowed hard, and whispered six more words before breaking eye-contact with the dark, golden-specked eyes. "And I'm in love with you."
Severus looked at the young man in front of him, trying to process all he'd just said. Harry's eyes were downcast, his face half hidden behind his messy hair. He did see the single tear rolling down, though.
"Harry?"
Harry shook his head and stood up, turning to leave the room.
"Why are you crying?" Severus swept across the room and spun the younger man around. Harry's shoulders were slumped, and he refused to look up at his friend.
"There is no reason to cry," Severus swept his thumb over the wet trace.
"I thought you deserved to know. That's why I told you. I don't expect you to -"
"I'm in love with you too, you stupid brat."
"What?" Harry's head snapped up, an incredulous look on his face.
"Stupid brat," Severus repeated and pulled him into his arms. He buried his nose in the messy black hair, a smile on his face. After a few seconds it finally seemed to sink in with Harry and his arms came around the taller man's back and he hugged him back just as tightly.
They stood there for an eternity, and when Severus finally felt a bit of the tension drain from the younger man's body, he softly whispered: "So I have a sense of humor?"
Harry took a step back to look at his face, then laughed softly. "Of all the things I said, that is what you remember?"
"I also remember you saying that you're in love with me."
Harry remained silent for a moment, staring deep into the dark eyes. "Do you want to ... give it another try? Us?"
"You can be so dense, Potter," Severus shook his head, putting his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Of course. Give me one good reason why we shouldn't."
"I can think of a lot of reasons why you wouldn't want -"
"Don't," Severus shook his head, chuckling. "Stupid brat."
"That's one reason."
"It's not. I want you to be my brat. Now don't make me say it once again, because I don't want to get as corny and sappy as you," Severus gave a fake shudder.
"Git," Harry said fondly and smiled up at the older man. He couldn't believe that Sev wanted him to be his boyfriend again, after all he'd done to him, after how he'd hurt him. But his heart leapt and his belly filled with butterflies when their lips met in a gentle kiss. Before he could melt into a boneless mass, Harry pulled back. He caressed Severus' face with his fingertips, seeing the effects of a sleepless night.
"You didn't go to sleep at all, did you?"
Severus merely shook his head and kissed him once more. Again, Harry was the one who pulled back. He took Severus' hand and lead him to the door. "Come. You have to get some sleep. This evening there is this ... thing ... party ... celebration, whatever, I have to attend. And I want you to come with me. You don't want to look like the Inferi, do you?"
"I don't -"
Harry shook his head, cutting the other man off. "No discussion. Or do you want me to secretly feed you a sleeping potion?"
"You wouldn't dare," Severus glared at him.
"Do you really want to find out?" Harry grinned. He dropped his robe when they entered Severus' bedroom and crawled into his bed. "I will keep you company," he promised.
"And you think I will sleep?" Severus shook his head and crawled in after him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the slender frame and pulled him in for a kiss. "With you in bed with me?"
"Of course you will. You must be really tired. And I will wake you if you have a nightmare."
"And I thought you were the horny teenager," Severus answered exasperated.
"Wha-. Oh!" Harry finally realized what he meant, then smiled. "Even though I am in bed with you, I'm keeping my pajama's on. This time."
As on command, Severus' hands crept underneath Harry's clothes, but Harry pushed him away, giggling. "You are the one who made me promise, and I'm not going to break that promise."
"What promise?" Severus grumbled.
"That we wouldn't have sex today."
Severus stared at him silently, then eventually he smiled in spite of himself. "Fine. Have it your way," he rolled away from the younger man and got into a comfortable sleeping position. When Harry snuggled up to him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, he let out a deep sigh.
Well, this wasn't such a bad idea of the brat. His brat.
).(
Two months later
"Hey you," Harry said softly when he entered the living room. Severus smiled tenderly and tilted his face up at him when he passed the couch. Harry leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to his lips before he plopped down on the couch. The younger man mirrored his relaxed position on the couch and their legs tangled comfortably. When Harry apparently didn't come to talk, Severus dug back into his book, sipping his wine.
"Mmm's good," Harry mumbled when he poured himself a glass as well.
"Your taste's getting more refined," Severus replied without thinking.
"Nah," Harry smiled into his glass. "I can't possibly get as refined as you."
"Dare to say that again when you're my age," Severus smiled, then looked up when Harry didn't reply.
"You really mean that, don't you?" the younger man looked at him astonished.
Severus grumbled something unintelligible, then said a bit louder, "You get me to be too relaxed around you."
Harry just chuckled at that and rubbed his foot along Severus' thigh lovingly. The usually stern man smiled at that and Harry crawled over to him. They kissed leisurely, all limbs mingling and bodies merging. When the kiss deepened and became more urgent, Harry pulled back and sat back down in his old spot on the other side of the couch. Severus didn't comment and just barely kept himself from sighing or moaning disappointedly. Instead, he tangled his legs with Harry's and went back to reading his book.
A long time later, when he reached out for his drink, he absentmindedly looked up and got struck by the look on Harry's face. The younger man was staring at him wistfully.
"Spit it out … Harry." He'd almost said 'Potter', force of habit, but something told him that that wouldn't be appreciated at all at this moment.
"Hmm?" Harry's eyes focused and Severus almost thought he saw tears glistening in the emerald depths.
"Is there something you want to talk about?"
Harry shook his head, but Severus didn't buy it as the younger man withdrew his legs and planted his feet on the floor, breaking all bodily contact between them. "Okay, you don't want to. Is there something you need to talk about?" Severus rephrased.
Harry shook his head.
"Is this about … us? Or is there something else?"
Harry gave a tiny nod, followed by a head-shake.
"Did I do something wrong? Harry?"
Harry gave a deep sigh, then crawled back to his boyfriend. He brought his face level and stared into the dark, golden-specked eyes. When he wrapped his arms around Severus' neck, the older man slipped his arms around his back and hugged him tighter.
"Why do you never initiate contact?" Harry softly asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Why do you always wait for me to make a move? You don't come over to kiss me, hug me, anything."
"Don't I always … tilt my head up so you can kiss me? Invite you into my arms? Even sit at the table so that you can come sit in my lap?" Severus said carefully, not sure what Harry was getting at.
"But I would like it if you would initiate a kiss now and then. I don't expect you to be all mushy and all, and I know you have to keep up the snarky façade …" Harry's voice trailed off.
"Ha … I gave that up with you a long time ago, didn't I?" Severus smirked. Harry snorted and broke away from his embrace, sitting back.
"Except when you are tutoring me."
"I seriously don't see how I could be nice while trying to get some knowledge through that thick skull of you, Mr. Potter."
"Professor Prince," Harry replied with a smirk.
"You really hated the old Professor Snape, didn't you?" Severus said softly as he slowly crept closer to the younger man.
"I didn't," Harry shook his head, "I just strongly disliked you. Thought you were unfair with your favoritism towards Slytherin, your detracting of Gryffindor points, your constant commenting on my skills, while doing nothing to –"
Severus cut him off, laughing softly. "I know. But you'll never hear me apologize for that. I just hope that you like Professor Prince a bit better." Severus leaned in and captured Harry's lips in a searing kiss. Harry let out a surprised sound and the older man took the opportunity of his parted lips to slip his tongue in. They kissed hungrily, passionately.
"Now was that so hard?" Harry said breathless when he pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Might be," Severus nodded.
"Or are you only going to kiss me 'spontaneously' if you want to shut me up?"
"Might be," Severus repeated, a smirk on his thin lips. Harry smirked back and kissed him again for good measure. Just when Severus wanted to deepen the kiss and wrap himself more firmly around his boyfriend, Harry pulled back and pushed lightly at his chest. Again, Severus didn't comment or complain, but he couldn't stop himself from sighing softly this time.
"That wasn't what's on your mind, is it?" Severus said a long, quiet time later. The wistful look was back in the green eyes. "Harry?"
"I'm just being stupid," he mumbled.
"If it is something that's bothering you, then it's not stupid."
"I'm scared I'll do something wrong! That I won't be what you expect of me, that you'll see me as …" Harry's voice trailed off as he mumbled something unintelligible.
"As what?" Severus gently put his finger under Harry's chin to make him look up at him.
"An inexperienced little boy."
"Is this about … ?"
"About sex, yeah," Harry looked at him defiantly.
"Making love, I was going to say," Severus smiled, then cupped Harry's face in both his hands. "I can't honestly say what I expect of you, except that I expect you to be your unpredictable, spontaneous self. I will never push you to do something you don't want to do, you just have to tell me your boundaries. And yes, I might be more experienced than you, but you've got more experience with showing someone that you care about them."
"That's it, isn't it? I don't just care about you, I love you. So want it to be perfect!"
"Nothing can ever be perfect. Please don't have expectations too high of me, I will only disappoint you," Severus said earnestly, seriously.
"You will never disappoint me! You're perfect, so handsome and the way you move is always so graceful. I could never be like you!"
Severus looked taken aback at Harry's little outburst. "Harry, I don't want you to be like me! Please not! I love you for who you are. We've been together for two months now, and have I ever pushed you to do more than kiss? When I asked you to spend the night with me last week, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted you to be able to sleep without nightmares. I am more than happy if I can just hold you and you will just kiss me or if you just shower my face in all those disgustingly wet little kisses." Severus scowled at his boyfriend and added for good measure, "I hope you listened well because I'm not planning on giving a sappy, corny speech like that again."
"You don't have to," Harry's face lit up in a big smile and he wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck, making them both tumble over in his enthusiasm.
Severus chuckled when Harry giggled in his ear and flicked his tongue out. "Good."
"Good?" Harry repeated mischievously and swept his tongue over his earlobe before showering his boyfriend's face in said wet little kisses.
"Disgusting," Severus groaned, but then couldn't stop himself from moaning when Harry's mouth latched on to a particular sensitive spot in his neck.
"Don't worry, I'll remember everything you said, you won't have to embarrass yourself by being so corny again," Harry whispered to his lips. "Now can we go to bed then?"
Severus backed away a little to look into the green eyes, to gauge if he wanted to spend the night together. Finally, after all the long, lonely nights.
"Can I …" Harry blushed slightly, and Severus kissed him briefly to encourage him to go on. "Uhm … your bed? I kinda like your silk sheets."
"Nice. Really nice, Potter. You don't want to spend the night with me because of me, but because of my silk sheets."
"Exactly. As long as you know that," Harry grinned his impish grin and latched their mouths together in a passionate kiss. This time he didn't pull back when Severus moaned and pulled him as close as he could get. Now he knew for sure that Sev wouldn't be disappointed if they didn't take it any further than kissing. He wouldn't push him to do things he wasn't ready for. As quick and uninhibited as Harry might have been with his one-night-stands, he didn't want to rush things now that he held Severus' heart in his hands. Because he was sure of that.
And the other way around, of course.
Harry slowly woke up, reveling in the warmth of the bed. The bed? He realized slowly that it was Severus' warmth he felt, and snuggled up a little closer to him. He sighed contented when he thought back of last night. They'd kissed for hours, hugged, snuggled … everything Harry loved to do so much with his boyfriend. Sev hadn't pushed him to anything, even though Harry knew he wanted to do so much more. Harry briefly wondered if there was something wrong with him … they were both adults, and he didn't want to take it any further? But then Harry felt his morning erection. It appeared every morning when he thought of Sev. No, there wasn't anything wrong with him. He was just insecure, that's why they were taking it slow.
Slow?
His persistent erection wasn't agreeing with that as he wrapped his arms around the older man and planted soft kisses all over his face.
"I know you're awake now," Harry whispered, chuckling. Severus grumbled something unintelligible, but his arms wrapped around Harry's slender frame anyway. He buried his face in the younger man's neck, mumbling some more.
"That's tickling," Harry giggled once more and moved away. Severus wasn't having any of that and pulled him back to him forcefully. Harry's breath escaped in a 'huff' and he maneuvered his leg over Severus' waist to press their bodies closer together.
"Morning," Harry grinned and pressed a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips. In reply, Severus' arms wrapped around him a bit tighter and Harry moved his body further so that he lay down on top of him, enveloped in his strong arms.
"Mmm good morning indeed," Severus mumbled to his lips and gave his hips a little wiggle. Harry only now realized that his erection was pressing into Severus' stomach and he blushed brilliantly. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help wriggling back, causing friction between them. A small moan escaped his lips when he felt Severus' prick growing into a burgeoning erection instantly.
Severus attacked his mouth hungrily, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Harry's lips parted instantly, allowing the other man to slip him the tongue. As their kiss deepened, Harry rocked his hips again, mirrored by Severus. Harry's hand slipped under the other man's shirt, as if on their own accord. He traced his ribs, hands sliding up and down over his sides. A breathy moan escaped Severus' lips when he broke the kiss by lack of oxygen. He traced kisses along Harry's jaw and latched on to a sensitive spot in his neck. Harry practically melted in his arms, turning into a pile of Harry-shaped goo. He let out a needy whimper as his fingers dug into Severus' skin at a particularly heavy thrust of the older man's hips. Harry's hands wandered to his nipples, toying with them and teasing his boyfriend. Severus couldn't help his hands grabbing the younger man's ass, latching on to him with no intent on letting go any time soon. At this sensation, Harry pushed himself more firmly to the other man. He moved Severus' shirt up, lowering his head to kiss the pale skin that he uncovered. He tugged on the shirt until Severus lifted up his shoulders so he could slide the shirt all the way off. Harry made a contented sound when his hands and lips wandered all over the broad expanse of Severus' chest. Severus let out another breathy moan before he gently pushed Harry away.
"Are you sure you want this Harry?"
Harry didn't answer but attacked the pale skin with youthful enthusiasm, letting his breath ghost over the moist surface to let the other man shiver in pleasure.
"Harry?" Severus tried again, softly. "I don't want you to regret it later."
Harry wriggled his way up the other man's body and let their lips lock for a chaste kiss. "Hush. This is how it's supposed to go, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Without having it all planned out. Don't worry, this feels too good to regret it later. And besides, I rarely regret anything I've done," Harry kissed him again, nibbling on his lower lip softly before pulling back slightly. "Most things I regret, are things I haven't done."
Severus moaned softly into the kiss when their tongues caressed eachother. His hands disappeared under Harry's shirt and he reveled in the feel of the smooth skin, unlike his own scarred back. "Sure?"
"Sure," Harry whispered and pressed their bodies together even tighter, if that was possible. "I love you Sev."
"I love you too, brat."
Harry giggled and bit his neck softly, teasingly. Severus grumbled and dug his fingers into his skin warningly, resulting in a startled yelp. This only made Harry leave more bite marks, his teeth sinking into the tender skin teasingly. Severus couldn't help moaning and thrashing around at the assault.
"Please stop," he whimpered. Harry grinned wickedly as he straddled his waist and sat up.
"Why? You don't like it?"
Severus grumbled and pulled his head towards him to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands slowly worked Harry's shirt higher and the green-eyed man obediently lifted his arms to let it slide all the way off.
They both moaned softly when their naked skin touched and Severus' hands traced the slender frame reverently. Harry blushed faintly when he noticed the intense stare and he grabbed his boyfriend's hands to lace their fingers.
"Don't stare at me like that," he whispered to his lips and put their arms over their heads. He slowly let his hands slide down, all the way down Severus' arms, shoulders, side, down to his hips. Harry moved his body lower, getting some delicious friction between their erections. He could feel a damp spot in his own pants as his hands traced the waistband of Severus' boxers. His green eyes flitted up to the other man's face, but Severus was just staring at him expectantly, biting his lower lip. Harry slid slowly down, taking the boxers with him as he went. His eyes slid over every inch that he revealed, the narrow, boney hips, the groin with the leaking erection, the slender, muscled legs all the way down to the elegant feet. Harry kissed his way up the pale legs, gently sucking the tender skin of the inner thighs. Severus parted his legs slightly, giving Harry room to settle between them as he worked his way up higher. When Harry's mouth latched on to his hipbone and his hands found its way to his ass, squeezing his cheeks slightly, Severus' head pressed back into the pillow, his mouth opened in a silent cry. His hand moved through Harry's hair, the other fisted the sheets compulsively in his attempt not to buck his hips up. Harry smiled and moved higher, locking their mouths together in a hot kiss. Severus' hands found their way down to the younger man's pants, pushing them and his boxers down his hips. He flipped them both over in one fluent movement, working the last pieces of clothing down and off quickly. Harry gasped when his weeping cock got exposed to the air, springing free at last. A double groan sounded through the air when their erections rubbed together, the few drops of precum spreading and adding to the sensation.
Harry's hand tangled in the other man's hair when they kissed hungrily and he flipped them both over. "Tell me if I do anything wrong," he whispered in Severus' ear, getting a breathy moan and a small nod in response. Harry wriggled his way down, until he was straddling the other man's thighs and he sat up. His gaze fixed on the hard cock lying on Severus' flat stomach, until he wrapped his hand around it. Severus' back arched and the green eyes shot up to his face. The dark eyes were fixed on him expectantly and they snapped shut in pleasure when Harry experimentally moved his fingers, his thumb brushing over the moist tip of his erection. The young man tore his eyes away from the face and set an easy rhythm, his fingers occasionally brushing over the head, spreading the precum and adding to the smoothness of his motions. Harry's eyes flitted back to his face when he tentatively brushed a finger of his free hand over his balls. Severus' tongue flicked out to moisten his dry lips as he thrust harder into his young lover's hand. Harry took this as an encouragement and cupped the heavy balls in his hand. It seemed like his hand was made for just this purpose, as it fitted perfectly. He rolled them between his fingers, drawing more breathy moans from Severus' parted lips. The hand moving up and down his erection moved more erratic as Harry tried to divide his attention between his two hands, couldn't decide what he wanted to look at: the look of pleasure on his boyfriend's face, or the mesmerizing sight of his privates in his hands, the steady trickling of precum and the ball sac that sat so snugly in his hand.
Severus' back arched and he bucked his hips up in the other man's hand more persistently, making Harry pick up the pace. As he softly kneaded his balls, one finger ghosting behind them, Severus whimpered with need. Harry repeated the motion, never having dared to dream that Sev would actually whimper, and wanting to hear it again. He got what he wished, and when he pressed his finger a bit firmer to his perineum, Severus tensed up. His head bent backwards as he came, pearly strands of cum landing on his stomach and Harry's hand. Severus wrapped a hand around Harry's wrist, stilling his movements as he rode out his orgasm with tiny thrusts into Harry's hand.
"Wow," Harry said breathless, amazed by the fact that he had made Sev come undone like that. The dark eyes fluttered open and a satisfied smirk decorated the thin lips.
"You can say that," he smirked and he reached under his pillow, grabbing his wand to clean up the mess. He gathered Harry in his arms and kissed him deeply, his hands roaming over the smooth skin of his back. Harry groaned and bucked his hips when the elegant hands ghosted over his ass.
"Let me take care of you," Severus whispered in his ear, the low, seductive tone travelling straight to Harry's groin. He would have thought it impossible, but Harry grew even harder when Severus flipped him onto his back and his eyes roamed over his body hungrily, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips when he saw the smearing of precum, the slight stirring of Harry's erection on his stomach. The elegant, long fingers wrapped around it confidently, making Harry sigh contented, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I wish to taste you. May I?" Severus whispered, his voice slightly hoarse. Harry bucked up his hips, pushing his cock further into the warm hand enveloping him firmly. Severus leaned over to him, his breath ghosting over the other man's ear. "Harry?"
"Please," he whimpered, his green eyes opening just before they kissed passionately, teeth clashing. Severus' hand kept on stroking his cock, until he moved down the lean body and swept his tongue over Harry's erection, eliciting a pleased moan from him.
Harry's fists clenched the sheets as Severus' head lowered and engulfed him with his hot, wet mouth. Severus' fingers wrapped around the base of his cock when a needy whimper sounded loudly through the air. He squeezed a bit tighter, acting as a cock-ring to prevent Harry from coming too soon. Even through the sex-high he was on, even though he was reveling in the taste and feeling of Harry's cock in his mouth, Severus kept his head enough to remember that Harry would be embarrassed if he came too soon.
Harry relaxed slightly, his fingers caressing his boyfriend's shoulders and tangling in his long hair gently. "Oh God, yes, so good," he moaned as Severus kept bobbing his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head in a maddening combination with the suction of the man's hollowed cheeks. Harry kept on a constant string of moaned, meaningless words, sucking in a breath when Severus' teeth softly scraped the sensitive underside of his cock.
"Please, please Sev, oh please I need … oooh Sev please!"
Severus chuckled, sending vibrations through his cock all the way up through his spine, exploding in Harry's brain like firework. Severus' loosened his fingers around the base of his erection, sucking him in once more and swallowing around the head.
"Oh sweet Merlin! I'm gonna … Sev I'm gonna …" Harry choked out, barely refraining himself from bucking up into the hot mouth engulfing him. The older man withdrew and pumped the hard shaft with his hand a few times, watching Harry's face as he let himself get carried away in his orgasm. His eyes were shut in pleasure, his lower lip sucked in as his whole body tensed up and relaxed, tensed up then relaxed again. The green eyes opened when Severus' tongue flicked over one of his nipples, where a strand of cum had landed. Harry took a shuddering breath, his arms falling limply to his sides.
Severus chuckled at the sight of the relaxed frame, noticing that Harry didn't feel self-conscious at all for the very first time. He cleaned them both up with a simple charm and lay down, gathering the younger man in his arms. When Harry leaned up to kiss him, he backed away slightly. "Wait, let me -" Severus reached for his wand once again to clean out his mouth, but Harry stopped him.
"Do I taste that bad?" he asked impishly.
"Not at all. I just figured that you wouldn't want to taste yourself … on me," Severus mumbled the last few words, seeing that he'd thought wrong.
"Do you think I never tasted myself?" Harry whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes, making his boyfriend chuckle. "Now shut up and let me kiss you."
"Only because you're asking so nicely, Mr. Potter," Severus replied grinning and captured his boyfriend's lips in a deep, loving kiss.
* Annus unus – One year