The Little Voices

Harry woke up sore, and with Severus curled up against his back.

Life was good.

Very good.

Harry, on the other hand, laid there. Mind going from, "I had sex with Severus last night" to "Holy shit, I had sex with Severus last night!" to "I. Had. Sex. With. Severus."

You are doing a very happy smile right now.

"I had sex with Severus last night." Harry told the voices.

We know, we were there.

Staying on the sidelines of course, didn't want to ruin anything. Blue balls is not fun.

Harry giggled, he couldn't help it, he just felt so giddy. Behind him, Severus shifted in his sleep.

We are doing The Sex again….a lot.

Or you know now, nothing says thank you for fucking me into the mattress like waking up to a blowjob.

"I should make breakfast," Harry said softly, after some thought.

Or that.

Can you even walk?

Rolling his eyes at the teasing voice, Harry wiggled out of Severus's arms, and out of bed….only to fall flat on his sore butt with a loud yelp.

Guess that answers that question.

"Oh shove it." Harry grumbled, blinking when Severus's ruffled head popped over the edge of the bed, "…..Hi."

"Why are you on the floor?" Severus yawned.

"Erm, because I was making breakfast?"

Yawning again, the man reached for his lover, pulling him back into bed, and into his arms. "Breakfast later, sleep now." He told Harry, before promptly going back to sleep.

….Whelp, I guess The Sex and breakfast are put on hold for now.

Harry smiled, and cuddled closer, this was good too.

When they finally got out of bed, it was around noon, so Harry ended up making a light lunch, the potion given to him helping with the pain. Though it took a moment for him to walk, Severus was very smug about that.

"I'm not sure how you're able to make sandwiches this good, but I'm not complaining."

"Thank you." Harry smiled.

Keep this up, and he'll end up asking you to marry him, oooh, maybe he'll shag you in a wedding dress!

Severus raised a brow when Harry suddenly squeaked, and blushed, before quietly mumbling to himself.

"Isn't it kind of soon to be thinking about marriage?" Harry asked quietly, unaware of Severus watching.

The fact that you protest the marriage, instead of the wedding dress, tells us that Hermione has finally converted you.

I guess taking pictures comes next.

Harry's red face got even redder.

I don't think Severus would approve…..okay, he might if he's the only one allowed to wank to them.

"Please stop," Harry begged, hiding his face in his hands.

What are you getting embarrassed for? Last night you had our Walking Sex Dream's worship worthy cock up your arse.

Harry didn't deny that, you'd think he wouldn't be. After all, he didn't feel any awkwardness around his lover, something that Severus's apparently found surprising. But for whatever reason, hearing the voices talk about….that was just…..embarrassing.

You are so weird.

Isn't that called the pot, kettle?

Who came up with that any way?

…..Hermione?

That wouldn't surprise me in the least.

"Harry, are you alright?"

~.~

On the morning of December 27, two letters from two different people arrived at two different tables.

One had the receiver, clutching the letter to her chest, and squealing loudly, Scaring her parents to death, and her cat not caring because food was more important, quickly followed by her rushing to her room to start her own set of letters, leaving behind bewildered parent.

The other letter, had the receiver grumbling about:

"Rubbing it in."

"I still think he'd prefer blondes."

And a personal favorite, "Smug bastard."

Back at the place of the senders, said senders were getting ready for a lovely outing. Unaware of the plans of one of the receivers, and the other debating sending roses to his receiver's adorable lover, just because he knew it would piss his receiver off.

His wife told him not to.

~.~

"I think my breasts have gotten bigger."

Maybe you should have opened with something else

Watching as Severus fumbled with the philter he had just finished filling, nearly dropping it twice before safely setting it down, Harry couldn't help but agree.

Slowly, Severus turned to his lover, "Can you repeat that?"

"I think my breasts have gotten bigger." Harry dutifully repeated.

"…Have you been drinking potions while I wasn't looking?"

"No!" Harry huffed before moving closer to the man, "look" he then lifted his shirt.

You know, in some places, flashing your chest to people will get you jewelry.

I thought doing that made it rain.

Ignoring the voices, and not to mention, having no clue what they were talking about—which was concerning, considering, you know. They were in his head—Harry watched as Severus stared at his bare chest before kneeling down for a better look.

Harry's chest was covered in hickies, because Severus was a possessive man, he also may be a breast man. Or at least a Harry's breast man, because the teen's breasts were a little swollen, and his nipples were red from where he had played with them this morning.

"Indeed they are," Severus continued to look, one hand twitching, "allow me to fix it." And promptly leaned forward and sucked on the left nipple.

"Nooo," Harry squealed, "that's not fixing!"

Well, at least now, when Hermione finally convinces you to wear a bra, you'll be able to fit it.

Harry didn't answer, too busy surrendering to Severus's very talented mouth.

When they were done, both learned that Harry could come from just his nipples.

~.~

"You really love bubble baths."

Settled on Severus's naked lap, and flexing his toes in the warm bubbly water, Harry nodded. "I never got a chance to do so at the Dursely's house, it was always quick cold showers. And at school, while I could still take my time, it was still a shower, and the only bath I took was well….awkward."

"Why did you have to take cold showers at home?" asked Severus as he lifted Harry's leg so he could wash it, tickling toes when they wiggled.

"Because I'm not allowed to use hot or warm water for anything other than cleaning," Harry shrugged, curiously looking over his shoulder when Severus suddenly stopped washing.

"Is that normal?" The man after a long pause.

"Yeah," Harry said easily, as though it was normal, "I'm used to it though, I mean it's no different from being lock in my cupboard, my room, or getting little food if any."

When he was done, there was silence, he frowned at his lover's blank expression.

I think you broke him.

"Severus?"

Suddenly, Harry was being hugged very tightly, barely able to get out a squeaky "huh?" before he was being turned around, and kissed within the inch of his life.

"You." Severus all but growled against his mouth, "Are not going back to that house."

When he pulled away, Harry just stared, having no clue what had happened. When it finally clicked, his face lit up, before it dimmed. "But, Dumbl—"

"Can choke on those blasted lemon drops he loves so much," Severus's voices had gone a dangerous soft, as though daring anyone to tell him otherwise.

Harry shivered, but not in a bad way.

We may have found a new kink.

"When the school year ends, you're coming home with me," his lover paused as though realizing something, "well, you're coming with me." Severus continued on with a slight sheepish look that Harry couldn't figure out the why to. "I'll figure out the home bit later."

"...So, even if Dumbledore says no, you're still taking me with you at the end of the school year?"

"We don't even have to ask him in the first place"

Holy crap.

Say something!

"….I want to bake you a cake, and then ride your dick."

….Good answer.

In a rare moment, Severus had nothing to say.

~.~

Severus was sure this was his favorite position, his lover's lovely legs on his shoulders, adorable toes curling, and back arching as he rolled his hips into the sensitive sweaty body beneath. Belly covered in dry cum from the first two orgasms, half-hard cock trying for a third. Green eyes rolling, red, swollen mouth opened and letting out the most delicious broken sounds he has ever heard.

Shivering, Severus gripped Harry's hip, and pulled him back to him.

Harry made a keening sound that may have been his name, and Severus answered it as such, "One more, come one more for me," he purred, stroking the half-hard cock with teasing fingers.

"S-Severus," Harry slurred, somehow finding the strength to reach for him.

Severus went to him, murmuring praises, and soft word against plaint lips. When he pulled back, it was grip the back of both thighs and leaning forward so that Harry's knees were pressed against his shoulders.

His thrust back in was deep, pressing against the overly sensitive prostate, and dragging out those broken sound from Harry again. He is merciless, the pace quick, and rough, the bed rocking beneath them. Dark eyes watched as emerald green went dazed, Harry lost to that familiar place where pain, and pleasure cross over, and over until he couldn't tell which was which.

Harry spasm, coming dry, and clamps down tightly around Severus's cock. It's all that's needed to finally push the man over the edge, he thrust in as deep as he could, and came, thick, and hot.

Severus barely managed to catch himself from falling on top of Harry, slowly pulling out once his brain remembered how to work again, Harry made a small noise, but does nothing else, still out of it.

Severus's touch is gentle as he cleaned his lover, kisses, and voice is soft. Smile open when green eyes blinked into awareness.

"Severus?"

"Welcome back."

Harry leaned into the hand that cupped his face, "That was amazing," the teen breathed.

"You're doing wonders to my ego."

Harry gave a soft laugh, making a pleased sound when his lips were kissed, "Are you alright?" he was then asked.

"Mm hm." Harry hummed, eyes drooping, "we're doing that again."

Severus chuckled, before he started moving them around, or rather Harry's limbs had yet to start working again, so Severus was pretty much manhandling him until they were underneath the covers, with Harry settled comfortably on his lover's chest, and a warm hand on his back, both ready to sleep. Dim lights still on, and all.

A sudden chiming sound startled them a bit, Harry grinning a little sheepish when he remember what it was for.

"Happy New Year, Severus."

Severus smiled, eyes soft, and fond, "Happy New Year, my Harry."

Happy New Year

Happy New Year

We have one more chapter, then that's the end! Also, I think I have a thing for Harry being fucked stupid, or at least an equivalent of it...sorry Harry.

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