XI. Fiducia *
"Severus!" Harry opened the bedroom door so hard that it slammed into the wall. Severus shot up in bed, wand in his hand instantly.
"Harry! What's wrong?" he stared at the younger man, standing in the doorway in just his pajama bottoms.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you come to my bed?"
"Excuse me?" Severus raised his eyebrows and sighed inwardly. Harry wasn't going to have one of his adolescent rants in the middle of the night, was he?
"We've been sleeping together for weeks now! And then one time, one time, I go to bed earlier and you decide to go to your own bed? Is something wrong with my bedroom, or what? Do I always have to come to your bed?"
Severus got out of bed silently and padded over to the door stark naked, his wand still in his hand. He grabbed Harry's upper arm not too gently and steered him into the younger man's dimly lit bedroom where he released him. He clambered into the bed, sliding deep under the warm covers and holding them open for Harry.
"You wanted me in your bed? Here I am. Now get your ass over here or you'll be sorry."
Harry stared at him incredulously, then crawled in next to him. "Don't think this makes it all okay. You're still making me initiate everything! I always have to make the first move or ask you to do something!" Harry said angrily, flustered.
"Let me guess, it bothers you?" Severus quirked one eyebrow.
"Bothers me?" Harry bristled, an angry flush coloring his cheeks. Severus swallowed thickly. Harry looked very sexy when he was angry.
"Yes it bothers me! Isn't it obvious? What else do you want me to say? What else do you want me to do?" Harry's green eyes flashed dangerously.
"Well, this is a start. You have to tell me, Harry. I can't read your mind. You're still no master in Occlumency, so I could of course -"
"You'd use Legilimency on me?" Harry fumed.
"No. I was going to say that I won't use that on you, so there's only one way to let me know what you want. Tell me."
"I want you to come to my bed, even if I went to bed earlier. That I'm tired, doesn't mean I don't want to wake up next to you!"
"Or else you'll wake me up yelling every time? In the middle of the night?" Severus riled the younger man further. Harry went on in full rant mode, but Severus' thoughts drifted when he felt himself get hard. Why on earth did Harry have to look so sexy like this? It's not like he would be prepared to help him with his erection as long as he was this angry. And nothing he could say would calm him down right now. There was only one thing he could do about his throbbing cock if he wanted to get any sleep for the remainder of the night. His hand crept lower under the sheets, stroking down the faint trail of hair from his bellybutton down, until his hand firmly wrapped around his leaking erection. His eyes were fixed on Harry, who was still ranting, oblivious to Severus' thoughts, for as long as it lasted. And as Severus expected when he set a steady pace, pumping his hard shaft, Harry suddenly became aware of the movement and the rustle of the sheets.
"What the -" Harry grunted and yanked the covers up. His eyes widened comically when he saw his boyfriend's burgeoning erection, and more important, his hand sliding up and down in a fast pace. The green eyes shot up to Severus' face, and the older man couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips when he met Harry's heated gaze.
"Stop it, you prick!" Harry ground out, half unbelieving, half indignant.
Severus didn't stop though as he was already too far gone, his hand moving up and down even faster. Harry's flushed face looked too sexy, the still-angry set of his mouth only adding to Severus' arousal.
"I'm telling you to – calling you – yelling at you, and you go and … and … jerk off in front of me?" Harry stumbled over his words, his voice suddenly turning hoarse at the end. Severus' eyes snapped shut as he shot his load over his stomach and hand, Harry's name on his lips in a low groan.
"Unbelievable," Harry grumbled when Severus stretched himself luxuriously, then cleaned himself with a simple spell.
"You just look too sexy when you're angry," Severus smirked and turned his head to kiss Harry, but he quickly backed away.
"I'm going to sleep," Harry muttered, not knowing whether he should remain angry, or just laugh at the situation. He was leaning towards the latter, but he didn't want to let Severus know that. He turned to his side to go to sleep, his back turned to the older man. This suited Severus just fine, and he spooned his boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his naked shoulder.
"If it bothers you so much, maybe we shouldn't have separate bedrooms anymore. We could move into the master bedroom together," Severus whispered in his hair and wrapped an arm around the slender frame, a hand resting on Harry's chest.
Harry didn't answer, but Severus knew he wasn't angry anymore when Harry's fingers laced with his just before he drifted off to sleep.
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"My, my, are we in a bad mood?" Severus drawled when Harry glared at him.
"You've been a foul git for days! Your bad mood is getting contagious, so don't blame me for it!"
"I've been what?"
Harry didn't even flinch at the menacing tone in the other man's voice. "You heard me."
"Well, well, you've been more observant than I'd give you credit for. Ever thought of asking me why I'm in a bad mood instead of just -" Severus stopped when he saw the baffled look on Harry's face.
"Why are you in a bad mood then?"
"Never mind. Too late now, Potter."
Harry shook his head and stepped close to his boyfriend, looking into the dark eyes. "Why? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
Severus sighed. "Why do you always think it's something you did?"
"You haven't told me you love me for several days."
"You know I do. I don't have to repeat it every day."
"You do," Harry said softly.
"Yes, I do. What's it gonna take to get it through your thick skull, Potter?"
"I meant, you do have to repeat it. I say it to you often too, don't I?"
"I never asked for you to profess your undying love for me every day," Severus grumbled. Harry stared at him, his green eyes round and wide and filled with hurt. He then started blinking furiously and turned around, quickly leaving the room.
"You're crying."
"Quite observant," Harry replied, quickly wiping his tears when he heard Severus entering the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, his hand trembling when he took a gulp, his back turned to Severus.
"You don't have to hide your tears from me." Severus' voice was soft, gentle.
"You shouldn't have made me cry in the first place."
"I could apologize, but it wouldn't make it any better, would it? And I can't promise you I won't do it again, because as you so rightly said earlier, I'm a foul git."
Harry snorted and finally turned around to look at the other man, waiting for him to continue. When Severus kept silent, Harry eventually sighed. "The least you could say then, is that you love me. No, wait, forget it. I wanted you to say it spontaneously. Like you really mean it."
"I do mean it when I say it. How could you think that I'd lie to you?" Severus' voice had a dangerous tone to it as he took a step closer.
"You don't have to lie if you never say it."
"Harry, stop playing games. You know that I love you, and I do tell you that I love you, only not as often as you do."
"You never tell me!" Harry's voice was full of tears again, his green eyes blinking rapidly. "I just … need the reassurance. Or whatever," he added softly.
Severus stared at his boyfriend intently, until he finally raised his emerald eyes from the floor and looked back at him. "Don't I tell you that I love you when we're in bed?"
"That… that's just words."
Severus looked at him incredulously. "It's always just words."
"It's just something you say when you're aroused and well … just something you say in the throes of passion…" Harry mumbled, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Believe me, it is not." Severus turned on his heels and left the room, an unreadable look on his face.
"Did I insult you? If I did, I'm sorry."
Severus kept his head bent over his book when he heard Harry's hesitant question a while later. He hadn't been able to read a word, his thoughts filled with Harry and Harry only. He just didn't understand what was going through his boyfriend's head. Why the young man was like this, why he needed to be reassured all the time. And why, when he himself gave everything when they were in bed together, Harry did seem to hold back all the time. For several weeks they'd been sharing the master bedroom, and Harry seemed to want him, showering him in kisses and whispering sweet little words. But he'd never done anything more than jerk him off. He'd let Severus suck him off, and he seemed to enjoy the blow-jobs more than the hand-jobs, but he'd never reciprocated. Was Severus' body that repulsive after all?
"You didn't just now."
"Does that mean that I insulted you earlier?" Harry entered the room, his body language showing that he was feeling miserable. As Harry sat down, Severus looked at him contemplatively for a long time. When Harry averted his eyes, Severus reached out and cupped his chin in his hand, making him look back at him. He tried to read the expression on the younger man's face, decipher the look in the emerald eyes. Severus gave a soft sigh and lowered his hand, letting it fall limply to his side.
"I guess this means we need to have a talk?" Harry said, his voice trembling.
"Now's as good a time as any," Severus nodded, running a hand over his face tiredly.
"What did I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong!" Severus snapped, then sighed. "There's some things I'd like to know though. Some things I don't understand." He gave another sigh and glanced at Harry's bent-down head, hearing his erratic breathing. He flicked his wand and two filled glasses appeared from the kitchen. He handed one to Harry, who took a long gulp, then choked on it and spit out most of it in a serious bout of coughing. Severus scooted closer to him and clapped his back gently until the coughing subsided and the gulping breaths returned to a somewhat normal rhythm.
"I should have warned you," Severus took a small sip of his Firewhiskey when he was sure Harry was alright.
"It's okay. I think I can use a good dose of alcohol for this … talk," Harry mumbled, his voice hoarse. Severus discovered that the younger man's hand was trembling badly when he tried to take a small sip of his drink. He put his hand over Harry's, steadying him.
"What do you mean?" Severus said softly, seeing the fear in Harry's eyes. "What are you so scared of?"
Harry shook his head frantically, tears forming in his eyes.
"What, Harry? I know that some topics are hard to talk about, even if you're close to eachother. Even if you've shared your stories of the past, shared so much. More than I'd ever imagined I'd share with someone. And since alcohol seemed to help last time, I thought we could use some too this time." He waited patiently until Harry had finished his drink, then filled up his glass once again. Eventually Harry looked up at him.
"I'm scared you're gonna leave me."
"Leave you? Why on earth would I leave you?" Severus called out, then sighed softly. "I love you Harry. There, I said it. I should be the one worried about you leaving me."
"You – what – why … me?" Harry stuttered, his eyes round and incredulous.
"For someone of your own age, someone … attractive," Severus whispered the last word, and it took a few seconds to sink in with Harry what he'd said.
"I told you a million times that I don't want someone of my own age, and you're the only one I want!"
"And I told you a million times that I love you, right? Why do you expect me to believe you, when you don't believe me yourself?" Severus reasoned softly.
Harry remained silent for a while, trying to gather his thoughts. "Whispered words in the dark … they're not real to me. Not true."
"So when I whisper to you in the dark, you don't believe me?" Severus' brows were knitted together in confusion.
"Don't you get it?" Harry threw him a pleading look.
"Does this have to do with the Dark Lord? That you heard him mostly when you were in bed, when your defences were lowered most?"
"Well …" Harry thought for a few seconds. "No. Not anymore. I know that I defeated him, so I'm not scared of that. It's … it's …" he shook his head and couldn't go on.
"Your past with your family then?" Severus said softly, gathering the younger man in his arms. He loved him so much, and it hurt to see him in such a state.
"In my cupboard, in the dark … when they'd locked me up because I did something wrong, they would stand outside it and … and … tell me … how useless I was. What a freak I was."
Severus remained silent, gently rocking him back and forth. To keep his sanity, Harry had pulled up his shields and managed to make himself believe to some extend that whispered words in the dark were lies.
Harry took a shuddering breath, pulling himself together. He broke free from the hug and backed away a little to look into the dark eyes. "Why … when did I insult you?"
"Harry, you know of my past. With my family, and with the Death Eaters. I've never known love before you, nobody ever showed me how to show affection. I simply don't know how. The only place where I could be myself, was in my bedroom, alone. The only place where I feel comfortable to speak my mind … is in the bedroom."
"And somehow I insulted you."
"It makes me feel like you don't … want me. I feel like you don't trust me entirely." Severus took a long drink and refilled their glasses once again. He swallowed thickly. "I try to show you how much I care about you while doing our everyday things. I try to show you when we eat, when we relax after class. I try, because I know that's what you want. Need. Apparently I didn't succeed, but believe me, I try. But the place where I feel most like myself, the place where I need your reassurance, it feels like …"
Harry's eyes were narrowed. "I don't give enough in the bedroom? What about you not wanting to push me to do something I don't want to do?"
"That's not what I mean," Severus shook his head, his cheeks a faint pink. "It doesn't matter what we do, but the way you … we … do it."
"I'm doing things wrong. I knew it," Harry buried his face in his hands.
"You're not doing anything wrong. It's just that I feel like you're not really giving yourself. You're always holding back, that's what I mean."
"Of course I'm always holding back! All my life I've been lived by others, I could never decide anything for my own! Now I finally got control over my own life and –" Harry stopped midsentence, realization sinking in. "Oh. Yeah. I'm scared of losing control," he admitted in a soft voice. Severus pulled him into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"What do you think will happen if you lose control when you're with me?"
"Wait, it's not just that," Harry pulled back, shaking his head. "It's also … I can't control your reactions to me."
"Why would you want to – You're always scared you're doing something wrong?"
"Of course I am! If I wasn't doing anything wrong, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, would we?" Harry called out passionately.
"Can you please, for once, stop blaming yourself?" Severus said a bit impatient. "I promised, I'd tell you if you do anything wrong. And why would you want to control my reactions? I always love the unpredicted way you react to me. Until you draw back, that is," he muttered the last sentence.
"I just want to stay in control," Harry said softly, a defeated tone in his voice.
"I will let you be in control at all times. But that doesn't mean you can't let go. And what if you did lose control when you're with me? What could be the worst to happen? Are you scared I'd take advantage?"
"No!" Harry called out immediately, then managed a soft chuckle at his own fierce reaction. "No. You'd never. The worst that could happen … is that you'd see it."
"That's the worst? I want to see everything of you! And seeing you letting go, or even losing control 'in the throes of passion', as you called it earlier, it would – it would only -" a blush colored his pale face and Harry's brows raised surprised.
"It would what?"
"It's a very arousing image, as I imagine it."
Predictably, Harry's eyes shot down to Severus' groin. They grinned sheepishly as they both blushed.
"What if it isn't? What if I do something weird?" Harry mumbled.
"Something weird? Why do you think you would do something weird if you lose control? And if you did, would it matter? You think I'd make fun of you or anything? It's actually insulting that you'd think that -"
"I'm sorry," Harry softly said, his eyes downcast.
Severus sighed. "Don't be. I would never make fun of you for something you're embarrassed about. And why do you think you would do something weird?" he repeated his question. "Did something happen when you … you know … with others?"
Harry glared at him. "Didn't I just tell you I want to keep control?"
"That doesn't mean that you always managed to."
"Do you really think, that if I keep my head when I'm with you, when you make me feel all … when you do those wonderful things … when you make me – if I manage to stay in control then, that I would lose control when I was with those one-night-stands that didn't do anything to me? It didn't mean anything, it didn't even feel good most of the times."
Severus felt bad for feeling so elated upon hearing this. "So … it's not that you find me – repulsive?"
Harry stared at him, flabbergasted. "Hold on. This is why you were in such a bad mood lately? This is how I insulted you? You thought I found you repulsive?" The young man burst out laughing. Severus glared at him, cutting off the laughing immediately.
"Sorry," Harry sobered up. "I'm not laughing at you. But the mere thought of me finding you repulsive … You're beautiful! I know you can't possibly be perfect, but you're perfect to me!" Harry cupped his face in his hands, then carded one hand through his long hair. "Your hair is silky, you have these beautiful high cheekbones, your lips …" Harry brushed a thumb over them, "they're not soft but they fit so perfectly to mine. Your neck's so charmingly responsive, your chest is so broad and muscular, your skin tastes so exquisite …" Harry's fingers followed his words, until Severus placed his hands over them. Only now Harry became aware of the other man's erratic breathing. When he looked up in the golden-specked eyes, he saw that they'd darkened with desire.
"Oh!" he pulled back, surprised.
"Sorry," Severus tried to control himself. "I know we've had quite a few drinks, we shouldn't do this now."
"We should have dinner."
"Quite a sensible idea," he nodded as Harry stood up. Severus took the offered hand, but when he stood up, he pulled the younger man into his arms, hugging him tightly. Harry's face showed surprise at the display of affection, at the fact that Severus had initiated it when Harry's outstretched hand had only been an invitation to follow him to the kitchen. They both softly smiled at eachother.
"Thank you," Harry whispered, looking up into the dark eyes.
"For what?"
"For telling me that you love me. Here, in the living room in the daytime. For trying to give me what I want," his arms tightened around the taller man shortly to indicate that he meant the spontaneous hug. He pressed their lips together in a tender kiss, then sighed contented as he buried his face in Severus' neck for a few seconds.
"Let's get some dinner. You haven't been eating much lately," Severus softly said and pressed a kiss to the unruly hair. Harry broke the hug and stepped back.
"As annoying as it is, this is you taking care of me, isn't it?"
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"Nnggggh. How many drinks did we have last night?" Harry groaned when he woke up.
"The question is, why did we continue drinking after dinner?" Severus closed his eyes against the light filtering through the curtains. His face contorted in pain as he felt his throbbing head. Harry gingerly sat up, then went into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he returned, carrying two vials.
"You need a whole dose, don't you?" he said as he handed Severus one of the vials with the hangover cure.
"Not so loud," the other man moaned, pushing himself up in the pillows slightly to drink the potion. "Thanks," he sighed relieved when he felt better almost immediately. Harry poured down his vial and went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth against the vile taste. When he returned to the bedroom, he quickly crawled back into bed. Severus quirked one eyebrow, but didn't say anything when he disappeared into the bathroom for his own morning ritual.
"Are you really going back to sleep?" he asked when he returned not much later.
"Hmmm," Harry mumbled. "'Tis early."
"It's light outside, it can't be that early."
"Of course it's light. It's summer, the freakin' sun gets up at, what, five am?" Harry opened his eyes and glared at his boyfriend.
"Hello sunshine," Severus grinned and kneeled down next to the bed to bring their faces level.
"I will be in a much better mood if you let me get some more sleep," Harry grumbled, but he reached out his hand to bring the other man closer for a kiss anyway. Severus melted against him, a satisfied sound rumbling in his chest. When Harry moved backwards, his boyfriend followed him, crawling into bed to keep their mouths locked. When Harry pulled back and smirked, Severus scowled. "I'm not going back to sleep. I'm on your side of the bed."
"Oh dear. And surely you can't do anything about it?" Harry teased, but then his breath came out in a surprised 'huff' when Severus rolled on top of him. Sev's mouth crashed down on his, but Harry pushed him off him grumbling.
"If you're trying to seduce me, crushing me's not the way to do it."
"Seducing you? I'd be a fool to try and seduce you when you're all grumpy and wanting for more sleep," Severus grinned at him lazily. "I was just getting to my side of the bed."
"Next time, just step in at the right side," Harry muttered, his eyes already closed. He sighed contented when the older man's lips locked to his in a loving kiss and he snuggled into his arms.
"So, now's a better time to get out of bed?" Severus smiled when Harry entered the kitchen, following his nose for breakfast. Harry gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek and snatched a piece of toast from his plate.
"Sit down and I'll get you your own," Severus swatted his hand away when he tried to get a second piece. Harry plopped down and munched away happily when his boyfriend made him bacon and scrambled eggs the Muggle way.
"Where's Kreacher?"
"I sent him out," Severus replied when he tipped the contents of the frying pan onto the younger man's plate. Harry's face lit up in a goofy grin when he realized that that meant that Sev had wanted to make him breakfast.
Not much later all the food was gone and Severus eyed him suspiciously. "What's with the goofy grin?"
"Nothing."
"What?" Severus repeated, backing away slightly when Harry crawled closer. Harry wasn't having any of that though, and grabbed the front of his shirt. Their mouths crashed together in a passionate kiss, a soft moan escaped Severus when his boyfriend straddled him and pushed their bodies flush together.
"You're taking care of me," Harry whispered to his lips, his hands carding through the silky black hair.
"Of course. I wouldn't want you to starve," Severus answered, his hands roaming over his boyfriend's back.
"I wouldn't starve. Especially not if you let Kreacher stay in the kitchen in the morning," Harry mumbled, nuzzling his neck.
"His happy voice annoys me," Severus muttered, burying his nose in the unruly black hair.
"And does my happy voice annoy you too?" Harry snickered, moving his mouth to his ear.
"That depends on what you're saying. And doing," he moaned when Harry's tongue shot out and licked the outer shell, then moved down his jaw with a trail of butterfly kisses. Harry felt himself grow hard when he heard the soft moans and pushed himself to Sev's stomach.
"Is this annoying you?" Harry whispered in his husky voice when he moved his hands down, shortly squeezing Sev's ass before he let them disappear under his shirt. His fingers caressed the toned stomach, trailing higher until he reached his nipples. He rolled them in his fingers gently, teasing them into hard nubs before he moved his hands to take off Severus' shirt. All Severus could do when Harry licked his nipples, was slump back in his seat, reveling in the feel of the younger man's mouth on his skin. Harry wriggled his hips a little, making their erections press against eachother.
"Is this annoying you?" Harry whispered against his lips before he assaulted him. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling in the most erotic way while moans floated through the air.
"Only if you stop doing this," Severus bucked his hips up a little, wanting friction, wanting something.
"What if I stop so that we can take this to the bedroom?" Harry's voice had gone extremely low and hoarse, his pupils dilated in desire.
"You just got out of bed. You want to go back already?" Severus mumbled, his lips ghosting over the skin just below Harry's ear. The younger man whimpered, an electric feeling surging through his body at the teasing caress on this sensitive spot.
"Not going back to sleep," Harry grumbled, digging his fingers into his boyfriend's back warningly. "Ass."
"What are you planning to do to my ass?" Severus' eyes twinkled dangerously.
"If you don't wanna come to the bedroom, I'll show you right here what I wanna do to you." Harry kissed him deeply, letting his hands wander lower into his boyfriend's boxers to cup his buttocks. He ground himself to the older man wantonly, their erections rubbing together.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"What do you want it to be?" Harry smirked, squeezing him shortly, then withdrawing his hands to cup his boyfriend's face. They kissed with small bites and teasing licks.
"Tell me what you wanna do, then I'll decide if I want to come with you," Severus teased him, bucking up his hips.
"Is it enough if I tell you I want to make you come?" Harry whispered to his lips, then stood up from his lap. He held out his hand expectantly. "Come on Sev."
"Aww you're not into dirty talk then?"
"You're an ass Severus Snape!"
Severus quickly stood up and gathered him in his arms. "I'm just teasing you Harry."
"Stop doing that," Harry pouted. Severus smirked at the childish reaction and softly bit the protruding lip. The younger man shoved his chest and went for the door, muttering under his breath. Severus quietly followed him and stroked his hand over the other man's lower back when he started on the stairs. Harry turned around startled, then found himself locked in a passionate kiss a moment later. When he pulled back reluctantly, he nudged Severus. "You'd better go first."
The older man smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips before he went up the stairs in a calm pace. He sniggered when he felt Harry's hand ghost over his ass when he followed him closely. "Hurry a little, will you? I'm a bloody teenager!" the green-eyed man whispered behind him.
"A horny teenager you mean."
"Whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Severus turned around when he reached the landing, a sexy smirk decorating his face. Harry's breath hitched when he stepped up to him, their faces only an inch apart. Severus' eyes flicked to his boyfriend's lips when Harry unconsciously licked them. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, not breaking apart until they reached their bedroom and tumbled down on the bed. Harry giggled at the inelegant pose Severus had landed in and crawled after him on the bed. Severus just smirked back and pulled the younger man on top of him, quickly stripping him of his shirt. His hands roamed over the slender frame when he reached up for a kiss. Harry wriggled out of his boxers, then broke the kiss to rid Severus of his boxers too. When he found his face level to the other man's erection, Harry looked up and their eyes locked. The corners of Harry's lips turned up slightly into a smile when he noticed the intensity of the golden-specked, dark eyes, the expectant expression on the older man's face. Harry lowered his eyes, kissing the smooth skin on his narrow hips, nuzzling the dark pubic hair. He inhaled slowly, letting himself revel in the sensation of this level of intimacy. His lips softly touched the heavy ball-sac and Severus took in a sharp breath. Harry inched higher, his fingers ghosting over the hard cock, the green eyes watching up close how it twitched and grew harder when he flicked out his tongue. He pressed his lips to the hard flesh, trailing kisses along the underside all the way to the glistening tip. When Severus moaned softly, Harry placed his hands on his hips and swept his tongue along the shaft, tasting the musky tang that made his head swim. His index finger followed the slick trail he'd made, making Severus shiver in delight. Harry wrapped his hand around the shaft, pumping it a few times. The other man's head snapped back into the pillows, his eyes shut in pleasure as a few drops of precum appeared.
"Sev?" Harry's hoarse voice made the dark eyes open. "Is this what you wanted?"
Harry's tongue flicked out, smearing the precum over the glistening tip. Severus let out a needy whimper and the younger man's lips closed around his throbbing erection. He let himself sink into the hot, wet heat of Harry's mouth. Harry tried his best to keep his teeth away from the sensitive flesh, while relishing in the knowledge that it would be okay if he got lost in the new sensations, if he moaned or whimpered or simply came without even being touched by Severus.
Severus' hand fisted in his boyfriend's hair, gently pulling him up. "Careful Harry, don't choke," he moaned, refraining himself from bucking up his hips. Harry detached himself for a few seconds, taking deep, steadying breaths.
"Gods, I love you Harry," Severus moaned when his lips closed around him once again, his head bobbing up and down experimentally. Severus' breath sped up even further when Harry's hand cupped his balls, his middle finger finding the sensitive spot behind them. Severus was positively thrashing the bed now, his free hand fisting the sheets compulsively, his feet pressing down into the mattress. Harry's mouth abandoned the weeping tip to move down to the heavy ball-sac, his tongue leaving a wet trail. His hand wrapped around the slick shaft, pumping in an easy rhythm while he focused on lapping at the soft skin of Severus' balls. A long, low moan escaped Severus' lips when Harry's tongue reached behind his balls, pressing to the sensitive spot.
"Harder, please," Severus whimpered. His legs spread impossibly wide when Harry's tongue worked out delicious pressure. The dark eyes snapped open when he felt a series of shudders go through Harry's body and a breathy groan escape the pink, wet lips. The pressure of Harry's hand on his cock and his mouth on his balls increased and decreased with the convulsions that went through Harry's slender body.
"Oh bloody – Merlin – you're so – so sexy Harry!" Severus choked out when the green eyes opened and a rosy color settled on his cheeks. When Harry increased the speed of his hand and lapped behind his balls, Severus felt himself get close to the edge.
"I'm gonna – gonna -" he warned Harry when he sucked the tip of his throbbing erection, making a slurping noise.
Harry pulled back and watched the pearly strands escape, landing on his hand and Severus' own stomach. He licked it off, then looked up with big eyes as Severus grabbed his hand and lapped at his own cum that covered Harry's fingers.
"Bloody hell! That's so – hot!" Harry whispered awed, crawling higher to bring their faces level. Severus wrapped his arms around him and rolled him over to his back, looking down at Harry's spent cock.
"Now that was hot," Severus whispered, trailing his index finger through the sticky mess covering Harry's lower belly. He slowly licked his finger clean, then smirked at the amazed look on the younger man's face. "Breathe Harry," he whispered to his lips, softly sucking in Harry's lower lip when he drew in a shuddering breath.
"What do you say? Shower together?"
* Fiducia – Trust/faith