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- Chapter Fourteen: Spring of Eternity -
o.O.o
Harry's head hits the bed. A hand curls under his neck and lifts him up. He barely has time to take a breath before Severus' lips are on his again. A tongue slides into his mouth, exploring the well-known hideout, stealing Harry's breath.
They land on the bed with a thud, naked bodies entangled into a hot mess. Legs slide against each other, arms pull closer, hands grasp into skin and hair. Harry moans loud when hardness pokes against his belly, dragging a wet trail.
Snape stops suddenly and looks up, almost surprised. Onyx eyes, dark like the night outside search his face for what Harry cannot fathom. Severus grinds then down again, body slithering slowly between Harry's legs, and Harry sighs deeply.
Eyes closed tightly Harry only feels as soft lips trace his jaw, teeth nibble on his skin lightly and he whines needy. He wants to move too, to press and grind and skim skin against skin, but Severus holds him against the bed firmly while he moves down on Harry's body inch by inch, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks along the way.
Harry swallows back a cry when Severus takes his nipple into his mouth and holds it between his teeth and licks it with light strokes of his tongue. The raspy flesh moves against that sensitive little nub and Harry feels himself dripping with pleasure.
"Let me hear you, Harry," Severus whispers against his skin. "Let me hear every sound you make." He begs so desperately quiet, his voice all but fades away mid-sentence. Harry finally realizes what the previous surprised expression was about. He remembers a night long time ago when Severus panicked because he could not hear Harry's reactions to his touches and caresses. He remembers what Severus promised to tell him then – admissions, confessions and pleas are all on his lips now.
The mouth moves from his nipple, leaving it wet and perky and suddenly Harry feels the cold in the room. His entire body shivers, goosebumps cover his arms and he sighs loudly as Severus traces small kisses along his ribs, tongue darting out and licking his side. He sucks deep red marks into Harry's skin, who in return lets him hear exactly how he feels. Needy sighs and deep moans erupt from his throat.
Harry buries his fingers into long black hair, soft like silk and Severus looks up at him.
"Tell me what you want," He asks. His otherwise already deep voice now so low it is nothing more than a rumble of thunder. His hand slides on the inside of Harry's thigh and he bites down onto his lower lips.
Harry knows what Severus wants to do, where he wants to take those sinful lips of his, yet he says, "Kiss me," and pulls the man up, guiding him with his hand still in the black tresses until they are face to face. "Kiss me, Severus Snape," he wishes almost silently.
Lips slowly caressing each other, gentle like leaves touching the ground on a quiet windless day, they hold on to each other, bare skin sliding languidly together in a sweet friction that leaves both aching. Harry's arms embrace the man and he pulls him closer to himself until they lie flat against each other. Their sweaty, flushed bodies rock tenderly together making them whimper in delight.
Palm pressing down firmly, he caresses Severus' back, as if the pressure would allow him to feel more, to experience the deeper layers of the body on top of him. As his fingers travel over Severus' buttock with still the same urging pressure, he can sense the man all but twitch over him. On the way back, he makes sure to trace a single digit against puckered skin, which makes Severus whine softly and bite down into the nearest skin: Harry's lower lip.
"Harry…" He hears his name, and he nuzzles Severus neck in response and just holds him there in place in a very intimate embrace, with no layers between them, just skin to skin as if they would be the same person. Tresses, long and dark like coal tickle his chest and face, as Severus' inebriating scent – so much better than flowers – sneaks upon him. It is like rain and tea and warm earth. He breathes it in, deeply so it fills up his lungs and etches into his mind, so he would never forget it.
The lithe body that presses him to the mattress, slides slightly, a hand caresses his bare skin. He moans when Severus' hand wanders over his ribs, only the tip of his thumb sliding roughly over his hard, pink nipple. The hand never stops, it roams endlessly up on his side, over his arm, then down again, tracing him softly until he reaches his thigh, which lifts on its own accord, Harry does not have much say in it and Severus draws his palm over the lower side of Harry's leg. It pulls a deep moan from Harry that sounds a lot like, "Severus…"
Severus rises from over him and sits onto his heals holding Harry's leg still in the air. He drags his lips over the inner side, kisses ever inch, silently yet avidly watching Harry's reaction. Harry keens, using his other leg to push himself away from the bed, searching in vain for the much-needed friction he had just lost. He buries his own hands in his hair, trashing on the bed as Severus' kisses touch his bare skin lower and lower. He hooks his other leg around the slim body, but it is still not enough, he is still not close enough.
"Severus," he pleads vainly.
A smile, soft, almost timid, is his reward, just like the rays of sunshine piercing through thick clouds.
"Severus…" He grunts again, thrusting up. His leg is let go and falls to the bed, as Severus leans over him, careful and precise about where his body would touch Harry. Only when Harry's green gaze is on him again does he lower his groin and slide against Harry meticulous in his aim.
Hardness meets soft skin, sighs, deep and ardent broke up from both men, yet Severus holds on and just rubs languorously against Harry. The young man on the other hand cannot lie back idle anymore, he too pushes himself away from the bed and leaning with one arm onto the sheets he grabs Severus' shoulder for leverage and thrust his bottom closer.
The man between his legs grabs his waist and hoists him onto his own thighs and they move against each other with the same slow speed, getting lost in the sweet sensation of their aroused state. Their lips meet again, tongue wet and hot, dancing almost fighting against each other. They sometimes part and look at each other through half-hooded eyes and black lashes and just take in what they see: the affection, the lust, the need, the love – it is all there written in their gazes, edged into every caress and touch.
Severus' palm slide onto Harry's buttocks and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh, guiding him with a force he does not show anywhere else – his movement are still careless and unhurried as if they had an eternity ahead.
And it does feel like an eternity later when Severus cannot hold back anymore and drops a hand between their bodies.
"Ah, Severus!" Harry cries out, head tossed back when Snape clenches his fingers around their aching cocks and starts rubbing them together.
"Oh god, Severus," he whimpers desperately lusting for something more, something so much more, yet he cannot bring himself to ask for it yet – he enjoys the sweet torture just too much.
The hand, calloused but soft, slides on their members, smearing precome everywhere along their length. A thumb presses down on his tip and Harry shudders and grunts in a deep voice.
"Good god, Harry," Severus moans. "It is so good to hear your voice."
"You get to hear a lot more of it," Harry starts and opens his eyes but when he finds himself facing the other man, dark obsidian eyes watching him with a fierce burning, he shies away from finishing his thought.
"When?" Severus prompts darkly, while the tip of his finger circles around the top of Harry's erection, making it impossible for the young man to deny the answer.
"Lie down, Severus," Harry tells him, his tone croaked.
Knowing black eyes glint in the darkness with lust, and there is no doubt in Harry that Snape is perfectly aware what he intends to do. As Severus' shoulders touch the sheet, Harry immediately moves further up on his chest. He caresses the man, his palm sliding on hairless skin, bony shoulders, long neck. His thumbs trace Severus lips, who in response opens his mouth slightly, tongue sneaking out to give a small lick to Harry's digits.
"Come closer," Severus sighs softly, one hand flat on Harry's lower back, soothingly caressing him, however the other, a traitor, acts against all the calming motions and curls around Harry's hardness and skims it up and down with an eager, strong grip.
Harry cannot move, just bucks his hips at first thrusting through the ring of fingers that hold him. When the burning sensation stills in the pit of his groin and he does not see stars anymore, he shifts closer to Severus' head and lets the older man take control.
It is all Severus needs and he lifts his head. Slowly pumping Harry's hard member, he gives a fleeting lick to the tip, just to get a taste of Harry.
"Divine," he grunts with a voice deep as hell, then his tongue darts out again lapping over and over the red head of Harry's cock.
That is all Harry can think as well, divine – the sensation of a firm hand sliding wetly around his silky member, of the slightly raspy tongue circling over the end of his cock making him scream internally, the dark gaze, onyx eyes watching him intently as thin lips envelope his erection in the most heavenly heat.
He cries out and falls forward, begging. "Oh god, Severus…you feel so fucking good…" He grunts, trying not to press further between those sweet, sinful lips. However, Severus seems to think differently as he pulls Harry even closer with his free hand, while he sucks on Harry's cock. His tongue, sharp as always, traces the underside of the hard member, licks the head and goes around the sensitive glans driving Harry mad.
"Thrust," Severus orders and when he sees Harry hesitate for an instant, he adds with a rough pleading tone, "I want to feel you."
"Mm, gods…" Harry's insides twist in excitement and need as he braces himself against the bed to get at least a little control back and starts pushing between those luscious lips into wet heat that makes him insane. He tries to think of something else, otherwise he would shoot his come down Severus' throat immediately. He tries and fails miserably, the sensation just too much, too wicked. So, he watches Severus instead. Not his lips, though undoubtedly that too is a sight out of this world. Swollen red lips, glistening wet with precome and saliva, his own pink and hard erection disappearing between them is something Harry knows would make him come soon, would he keep watching.
No, he observes the black eyes that are on him, the flushed cheeks, the messy dark hair that waves like hundreds of tiny serpents on and around Severus' face. He wishes he could live through this over and over again, spend mornings and nights like this with Severus. All he says out loud is a grunt and, "You're amazing…"
He holds Snape' head in his hand, steadying himself with a handful of that long dark mane, as he slowly shifts back and forth, thrusting deeper inside Severus' mouth. He concentrates so hard on not being too forceful that he barely realizes Severus' hand moved from his thigh and is now lightly caressing his buttock, edging gradually towards the crevice.
"I want to feel your cock in me," Harry says in a sinfully low voice and Severus moans around his prick. "You just feel so great… the way you press in, the pressure as you stretch me, god Severus, it's delicious…"
Just the fingertips at first, slowly, carefully brushing against his hole, is something he is barely able to feel yet. Eyes glued to Severus' face though he knows exactly when it will change. A small smirk appears on the beloved features, and next Harry can feel the steady pressure of a finger. He pulls out immediately from the sweet mouth, not wanting to come yet. Instead he slides a bit down on the lean chest and kisses Severus once more. He can savour his own heady taste on Severus' tongue, not that it disturbs Harry in the slightest. His lips move even more ardent, his tongue starts another passionate dance with Severus'.
"I fucking love tasting myself on your tongue." Harry grunts. "It's just so naughty, to think you go out there and meet people, you talk to Marcus, but the taste of my come is all you can think about."
"Fuck Harry," Severus sighs, swallowing hard.
"You like this don't you?" Harry asks smirking, lips against Severus' ear. He licks it as he says, voice still soft, "You love hearing how much I want your cock inside me, come dripping from my arse, needy moans, begging for you to fuck me harder. You love it."
"Fucking hell," Severus moans, bites Harry's neck, whines desperate. "You know I do. You fucking know I do."
It is just so delightful to be there on top of the man he loves, naked skin on skin, two hot messes of a body moving together, sliding and rutting against each other in a slow but steady tempo, lazily, as if it would be one of those summer Sunday mornings that they will never experience. They stroke the other, hands languidly sliding on arms, back, and legs, whatever they reach they claim as their own. Their lips meet tentatively, no more than a timid caress, sluggish and gentle nibbles and tiny licks of now raw sensitive skin, yet as they lie there it is so much more.
It is a future that will never be, these are promises made not with words but with caresses. A vision of a July morning, maybe the day of Harry's birthday, when they do not need to go to work and they can laze around – Severus is still showing him all the things Harry will not live to experience.
Harry shudders as their cocks trapped between their bodies, slide against his belly, feeling how wet they both get just by this – it is agony for both of them, yet they would not speed up, no matter what. Harry too, takes his time to thoroughly explore Severus' body, to carve every detail into his mind to take with him wherever he goes, once the black magic takes over his system.
At first, he uses a hand, skimming it over ebony hair then he uses his tongue to taste the long neck which draws a soft moan from Severus. He goes further down, his fingertips following the lines of ribs, while his tongue moves on a different route. He takes a nipple into his mouth, the small nub so soft at first, but when he sucks on it and scrapes it with his teeth it hardens, just like him.
Severus arches from the bed, keening with lust, his harsh groans fill up the room. Harry is merciless, and he only moves over to the other nipple, teasing it the same way. He circles his thumbs around the sensitive buds, then licks them over and over again, and when he is done with them, there is almost a pool of precome at the tip of Snape's cock.
He leans there and drinks it up, making sure to give Snape's erection the same attention as well. He lies down onto the bed and rests his head at Severus groin. He is taking deep breathes, inhaling the man's unique scent, while his hand moves around the thick shaft.
"Oh gods…" Snape moans, his deep voice just a rumble. "Oh Harry…" He says whimpering. His voice is like the distant thunder, deep and coarse as if he has not used it in a while and Harry decides that needs to change. While he lays on one of the long legs, he pushes the other one further away, opening Severus up a bit more.
He can see the pale face flush even more and he cannot understand how Severus could feel embarrassed, because all he sees is beauty. Marble skin, which bares deep scares that are faint yet still visible, telling stories of all that has been. Black eyes, endless like a tunnel he could get lost in, which is filled to brim with love and lust. A heart still beating and fighting against all odds, which would carry the light even in the darkest moments. He sees a man, who lived through years of unkindness yet is still capable of showing love, trust and compassion.
"I love you," Harry whispers against Severus' skin, certain that the man did not hear him. He kisses the spot that holds his secret forever and covers it up with more kisses everywhere. His lips move from Severus' thigh following dark brown birthmarks and tiny scars, marking each and every one. He licks at the hipbone and sucks a red spot into the white skin that he knows will be there in days to come – the thought makes him happy.
His tongue presses against the soft, sensitive skin inches away from Severus' hard manhood, it draws spells and words into the flat belly that rises more and more rapidly. He looks up, his challenging gaze searching for the pair of black eyes that are fogged with lust and mirror the same desire that Harry feels. Only when their gaze is connected does he give a tentative lick to the whole length of Severus' cock.
Whimpering, Severus cries out. Pearl white drops of precome dribble onto his belly and Harry lazily drags his tongue over the head and the tiny pool as well. "I want to taste you again," he admits quietly and as the words are out of his mouth, he wishes he can lock them away with a kiss, too. Severus on the other hand does not seem to mind that Harry speaks his mind – or at least a part of him does not for sure.
Harry takes the twitching erection in his hand and as Severus' head falls to the bed in surrender, he licks the head, and places tiny sucking kisses on the full length of the hardness. He can feel himself get even harder, which he thinks humanly impossible, yet the spicy-salty taste of Severus makes him come almost right away. He licks the whole length, desperate for more of the inebriating taste, but it is not nearly enough. He takes the velvety manhood in his mouth and sucks on it, his head bobbing up and down. He does not look up, when he feels fingers sliding in his untamed mane and grasping a fistful of his hair. He grunts, with the cock still in his mouth and Severus bucks up, his erection sliding further down. Harry almost gags, but switching the angle helps and he can go deeper right away.
The sounds are insanely dirty, the scent wicked, but he loves every bit of it. Yet he moves away, giving a bit of time for himself and Severus too, to recover. He fondles the balls with his hand, licks them then moves to the base to taste that too. It is all too delicious is his conclusion. Severus just thrashes on the bed, undecided too it seems.
"Harry…" Severus all but sobs. "Harry, please…" he begs.
Harry wants to give him what he asks, but not just yet. It is too early he thinks, he wants to play with Severus a bit more. He holds him in his hand and laying his head on Severus thigh again, he just caresses him calmingly for a while. His grip on the hard manhood is lightweight, yet Severus moans loudly.
He kisses Severus thighs, licks his belly, nibbles on the skin over his hipbone and only caresses his cock with his lips, barely touching it. Severus whimpers loudly, and Harry decides it might be time to have some mercy. He presses his tongue, and licks the whole length up and down, tracing with the tip the large vein on the underside. When he takes Severus into his mouth again, the man arches away from the bed and cries out, his eyes wide open and staring into nothingness.
"Harry..." He says the name in a continuous string as if it would be a spell.
Harry establishes a steady rhythm with his mouth, while his hands are palming heavy balls. He switches it around after a while, and sucks the balls into his mouth, while his hands slowly but with a firm grip keeps stroking Severus. He can tell the man is near, so he puts the hard erection aside and instead, presses his tongue against puckered skin.
He laps around the hole a few times, then his tongue squirms inside. Severus' whole body is thrashing beneath him and Harry must hold down his waist if he wants to keep licking this sweet little spot. In and out, his tongue moves with torturing tenderness and speed. He tries to get far behind that tight ring, press deeper inside the man, taste him even more. He can barely move too, each and every shift he makes sends a lighting through his whole body as he unwillingly ruts against the sheets.
He moves a finger inside Severus, then when it slips in easily, he adds another. He keeps his tongue there for a few more minutes, enjoying the desperate cries Severus makes when both the tongue and the fingers move in and out of his backside.
Leaving his fingers inside, Harry slithers back up and taking Severus' heavily leaking cock into his mouth, he starts moving again. Up and down – in and out – such simple moves yet they drive the older man close to insanity. Harry shamelessly ruts his cock against Severus leg, not nearly enough, but seeing Severus so out of bound might push him over the edge as well.
Severus comes first though with another cry of Harry's name on his lips. He is shooting come down Harry's throat, his ardent cry in the afternoon silence is like the crack of thunder. He cannot seem to stop, he thrusts up into Harry, who takes it all, and swallows the last drop of pearly semen. He keeps licking Severus, gentle, small laps and suckles around the head, each and every one rewarding him with another violent jerk of that beautiful white body and another shout, lustful and keen.
He lets Severus settle down a bit, waits patiently for him to enjoy the last waves of his ebbing orgasm until it all subsides, and Severus' body does not jerk at every touch or small kiss. Only then does he move and lie close to Severus' side, cuddling him, placing tender kisses along his jaw.
Severus mumbles in his post haze, smiles casually but even more radiantly and it warms Harry's heart more than anything. His eyes are still closed but he can sense Harry's presence, he turns his head towards Harry and kisses the first patch of skin he finds – Harry's shoulder – before he whispers, "I can feel the sunshine…"
Harry chuckles. "That was just me," he says nuzzling Severus face.
"Exactly," Severus agrees. He opens his eyes, but it seems only to find exactly where Harry is, because when he finds him, his lids flutter closed, and he kisses the young man tenderly, gratefully. He turns towards him bodily, his hand resting on Harry' neck, his thumb softly caressing Harry's jaw.
Severus breaks the kiss for a moment. "I love you, too," he whispers in a quiet voice as well, and seals the secret like Harry did: with a kiss.
Harry's heart wants to burst of happiness. It is pure perfectness that he feels at that moment as he lies next to a sated Severus, whose warm body presses against his in a sweet embrace, whose lips slowly caress him with tender kisses, whose arms around him hold him tightly.
They stay like this for a while, legs entangled over the sheets, holding on to each other in the quiet peacefulness. Harry does not feel tired at all and he caresses Severus softly, sweeping the long ebony hair from his face, but it always insists on returning. It takes a few minutes, but Severus stirs and opens his eyes. As their gazes meet again, their lips meet too in a sensual, leisurely kiss. Harry licks at Snape' lips, who tries to capture his slithering tongue, but instead tastes Harry' mouth. This game goes on, teasing licks and kisses and featherlight caresses, and in the end, Severus grows impatient and follows Harry's tongue back into its home.
Things turn from then on – slow becomes ardent, timid becomes desperate and languid becomes fervent. That is all Harry needs and the desire that he thought he almost forgot about returns, burning in his loins. Severus moves his thigh and rubs it against Harry's half hard cock firmly enough that Harry feels like crying out within minutes.
Then Severus turns around and Harry is not certain he can do as he was wordlessly asked because the thought itself makes him almost come. But then Severus reaches back, his lean body twisting and turning half way around, his hand grabs into Harry's unruly mop of hair and they are kissing again.
Harry's hand wanders on Severus' body, he pulls him closer to his front and a small moan leaves Severus' mouth when he feels Harry's hardening erection at his backside. They lazily kiss and caress and rut against each other until Harry is fully hard again. Harry's fingers are tracing perky nipples, dance on ribs that are almost poking through the skin now that Severus' body is so stretched out. Harry's clever fingers dip between Severus' thigh – he is still soft, but Harry knows it will change soon.
Harry traces Severus lips with his finger and the mouth opens for him. They look at each other as Severus deliberately licks the digit, the black eyes are, like coal, burning and setting Harry's senses on fire too. Severus grasps Harry's wrist in an iron grip to hold his hand there, while he gives one long lick to the whole length of the pointing finger. Harry cannot wait any longer, he leans down and kisses the man slowly, even though his finger is still there. He is being let go just in time and his tongue meets lower lip, while his wet finger moves down.
This time, knowing it will not be just fingers inside Severus, he takes his time. Leisurely, he kisses the moaning man, caresses his neck and shoulder with his free hand, while the other moves over round bottom, lightly stroking the soft skin. Harry feels he can never hear enough of Severus' sighs, of the sweet sounds that break out of him unwillingly.
Dragging his fingernail sluggishly, he scratches long red lines onto Severus' butt and up his side, then soothes them with caring strokes. He cannot help himself and reaches over to Severus' front, palming his placid cock and heavy balls. In response, Severus opens his legs further apart and Harry rubs a finger over and over the perineum, occasionally dipping it further down. The deep moans Severus utters makes him burn with need to be inside him already.
Harry gently turns Severus onto his side, hugging him to himself with an arm, while his finger circles the tight hole. He presses against it and feels it would let go, but he pulls back in the last moment, before he would breach through and Severus whimpers loudly. He does it again, now with two fingers, making slow circles at first, making sure Severus lies completely relaxed then he pushes with a little bit of force. Just when he's about to pull back again, Severus jerks back and groans loudly when the fingers finally enter him again.
"Cheat," Harry comments grinning, but moves his fingers further inside. "You want me in you so bad? That's good… that's very good Severus…"
Severus moans languidly in response, but Harry can see his lips curve into a smile as well.
Harry feels the heat of the body that surrounds his digits and suspects he will not hold on long in there when other parts of him will enter the man, too. The thought makes his cock jerk in excitement, and he can barely hold back from just taking his fingers out and putting something a lot harder, wider and longer inside Snape. Judging by the sounds he makes, Severus must be thinking about the same picture.
He scissors his fingers as he moves them in and out gradually, making Severus open up wide enough. He does not add a third finger yet, instead he curls up his digits and seek a hidden spot, hoping that with the tip of his fingers he might have a chance of finding it.
It takes some time but in the end Severus lies next him whimpering with need as Harry brushes his prostate over and over again. He seems to attempt to speak, but words fail him, instead he thrashes his lithe body on the bed, messing up the sheets. Harry cannot miss the fully hard erection that once again pokes against Severus belly.
"Harry… please…" Severus mumbles in a voice so filled with desire Harry can barely understand him, yet the pleading still takes him unawares. He adds a third finger and Severus all but growls at him.
"Please… I want you…inside me… I want to feel you in me, with me… always," He begs again, and the little threads that keep Harry's mind together seem to snap one by one. He holds on long enough to make sure Severus is well prepared and ready for him before he pulls out his fingers and grabs his own cock.
He leaked so much precome that Severus waist is covered with shiny drops of it. He feels himself aching hard, the head of his cock is almost purple – he knows he will not last long, once he seethes fully inside Severus, he almost comes when he nudges the tip between the cheeks.
Severus hands fists into the sheet and the pillow, he is moaning relentlessly now, trying to push back, seeking that hard manhood. He's begging for it with his whole body, it's wanton, the sight is almost enough to finish Harry. Then Severus reaches behind himself and Harry leads him to what he searches for. His fingers wrap blindly around Harry's cock and he leads him to his entrance, pulling one leg over the other to ease the penetration.
Harry grunts out like an animal when he feels the tip of his cock hit puckered skin. He feels the pressure for only a moment then he slips through easily, yet the ring of muscles holds him in a tight grip.
"More…" He can hear Severus' muffled groan as he wriggles his butt and Harry obeys. He languidly moves his hips back and forth, easing his way in gently, then pulling out. The sounds Severus makes when Harry is out completely, is almost distressing, so desperate and needy Harry immediately pushes back.
He has a hand under Severus with which Harry pulls the man even closer to himself, while his other hand holds Snape' hip in a death grip as firm as possible, to steady him as he slowly thrust inside him. Severus nuzzles back against Harry's head in response, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth half way open in a silent cry. Harry jerks forward his hips in a steady speed, which, like the thread in his mind, is about to break. He is overwhelmed by the sensation of the tight heat of Severus body, of the man's desperate cries, of the scent of sex, of everything.
As Harry clings to Severus, his hand darts around the thick manhood, which begs for his attention so brazenly as it slaps against Severus' belly at every thrust. He starts pumping it and Severus jerks wildly, curling up on himself, before falling forward on the bed.
Harry moves with him, he is all but lying half-way on top of Severus, his hand still jerking the hard, wet manhood between his fingers, while he fills Severus up from behind with tormenting, lingering thrusts.
Severus moves against him, rocking his hips back with the same sensual tempo, yet he all but cries now, he wants to come so bad. His continuous strings of frantic moans and grunts make Harry so zealous, he all but plunges inside Severus in the end and then pulls out slowly, just to feel how the tight channel wraps around him all over again.
When Severus starts tightening around him before he comes, Harry cannot hold back any longer, the sensation is just too much. He moans loudly as he comes, the name on his lips not understandable as he muffles his own cry against Severus' shoulder. Severus cries out though, loud and clear, head tossing back as his hand snap down around Harry's which still pumps his cock, while he comes all over the sheets and their hands.
They are panting for minutes yet, breathlessly lying half way on top of each other. Harry casts some wandless cleaning spells, but maybe he just dreams it, he is uncertain now of everything. He rolls off Severus who follows him and nuzzles against his neck, placing small, tired kisses to his collar bone. Harry is spent and exhausted and he can feel way too familiar heavy breathing that forestalls the bloody coughs. He disregards it for now, Severus' warm body is a perfect antiserum for all that is evil.
He does the only thing he can for now and pulls the covers over them and holds Severus in a tight embrace against his chest. He falls asleep lulled by the false notion his deluded, happy mind tells him: that all will be well.
o.O.o
It is Spring where he is. The bushes, the trees are so green it is all but blinding even though the crowns of the oaks, ashes, black poplars and limes hide the bright sunshine from sight.
Severus cannot tell where he is. The pain he feels rips every thought from him.
His skin is burning under his grasp, the sensation too familiar, too frightening. He looks down on his lower left arm, but instead of the black snake he sees a tree, barren and black as if burnt. There are no leaves on it and somewhere deep under his consciousness he understands what it all means.
"Help us," says a timid little voice from behind him and he turns, knowing exactly who will stand there.
But there is no one, no little girl hides behind her too long bunny ears in sight, however he sees something else that makes even the pain faint in his mind.
Behind him, there is a pile of rock covered under green moss and tiny colourful wild flowers, which come in every colour of the rainbow. There is pure white and crimson red, forget-me-not blue and sunshine yellow.
Old, gnarled and twisted roots of the forest trees embrace the stones and it seems that is all what keeps it from falling apart. Like an ancient cobweb on the ground, the wavy wood covers everything. The stones appear soft and rounded from centuries of water spilling over the rim and dripping down its sides leaving some never fading marks behind.
They guard something too, like the roots that keep this ancient stone basin together. The stone offers a bed for the little spring to gather into a small pond within the rocks' belly, it had carved throughout the centuries. Where the little spring comes from, no one knows, and Severus is certain it is a secret that no one will ever find out the truth about – maybe perhaps Ine.
He comprehends what this place is, yet he cannot put his finger on it. He walks closer to the basin, hoping perhaps to finally put a name to this place, to understand what his purpose here is. He does not dare touch the water, though it is clear and certainly potable – though what god's wrath would he provoke with a sinful act as that he does not even suspect.
He feels more like than hears that something moves behind him, so he turns. Ine stands there wearing heavy iron chains. Her once beautiful, green eyes are white now as she stares blindly in front of herself.
"Ine," Severus whispers despairing when he thinks he is too late.
Her pretty, white freckled face turns to Severus and she smiles. "You found the Spring."
Severus looks behind himself then back at Ine. "What is this place? Is this where she keeps you?"
Ine shudders. "It is cold here, Severus." She says, her voice breaking as if she would be constantly shivering. "The Spring of Eternity should never be a cold place." There are tears in her white eyes now, gleaming like ice in the sunlight. "Hurry, Severus. You must arrive before the Spring freezes."
She is gone within the blink of an eye and Severus turns around frantically calling after her. He does not see Ine again, but the last thing his eyes catches before he wakes is the bright sunlight glinting on icicles stuck to the bottom of the water basin.
Green eyes stare at him the next moment. "Another dream about the children?" Harry asks, his voice rough from their short nap.
Severus sits up, trying to see what might have been real and what just a part of the dream. He takes a look at the tree on his lower arm and what he perceives scares him more than seeing Ine's blind eyes. The tree is almost leafless by now – they are running out of time.
"I think I know where they are." He says quietly.
Potter sits up as well, all but jumping out of the bed, so eager. "Where?"
"Dress. We need to find Camus."
To be Continued...