Chapter Thirty-Five: Waking Up

Harry woke up to a large sounding snore in his ear. Immediately, he recognized it as Severus, of whom he'd had the most pleasant dream about. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, still lying on his partner's warm chest, imagining the dream he just had. He let out a small sigh, remembering that each of them had their lips locked together near some sort of water fountain.

There were no wars—no deaths. They just held each other, sitting on a puffy cloud, looking deep into each other's eyes.

Harry smiled—then jumped a little, startled from Severus' stomach rumbling below his ear.

Severus felt Harry's arm wrap around his chest, lightly brushing his fingertips against his side. It felt unreal to him. Everything felt…softer, somehow. He felt less anxious than usual, less temperamental.

He heard Harry's small sigh—how can just this small sound alone, he mused, make me feel so…at ease?

Severus didn't wrinkle his brow in concentration, nor did he feel the need to. He felt so relaxed—then he felt his stomach rumble.

Harry seemed to be awake—damn Merlin, I woke him. He knew this because Harry jumped a bit on top of his chest.

He couldn't help but…smile? Since when do I smile so much? The brat…

Harry started to stroke his toned arm—actually it was a bit muscular, probably from stirring potions, he thought.

Snape leaned his head down a little and kissed the top of his partner's head, just staying there for a while. He felt Harry lean into his touch, as if starved for it. And perhaps Severus was, too—robbed of any sort of touch for years—minus that awful, abusive contact with The Dark Lord.

He did not understand it. Ironically enough, laying here with Harry, he felt so safe, yet so lost. What had my life been before? He buried his nose in Harry's tousled brown head of hair, holding him close.

He thought deeply about what things had been like before this bond.

Ah, yes…cruelty. Pain. The things I've said to him—and just a boy! Severus almost gasped at this revelation, feeling softer and more vulnerable than he'd felt in years. Why would he ever love me? He felt himself lose control, and inside, his walls were breaking. His mind could no longer interpret his emotions…but he knew he felt regret.

Harry noticed the man tightened around him, as they were tangled up in each other's arms. He let out soft, even breaths, listening to Severus Snape's heartbeat.

And then it hit him—finally—that he'd lost his virginity. And to Severus Snape…imagine that… he pondered, remembering the heated moments of last night. Not to mention, how confusing it was, when he realized his feelings were real for this man.

Harry pinched his eyes shut. I used to hate him…everything about him. Didn't I? He thought sadly. But that was before I knew he was on our side. He reminded himself. After all, he had many reasons to believe that Snape wasn't on their side in the war.

He thought about what had changed—what made him like Snape?

His eyes snapped open—he remembered that moment. How could he ever forget?

Snape was going to die…and he was going to die for me. Harry remembered looking into those frightened, onyx eyes, seeing only care and worry. It was so foreign—so strange to see his previous Potions Professor—and to see him so vulnerable?

Harry shivered at the thought of it, holding onto his partner. He had to say something.

"Severus?" He meant to whisper, but it came out raspy. He didn't move his head from the man's chest; he just wanted to hear the older wizard's heartbeat a little longer.

Snape opened his eyes, lifting his face from the top of his partner's head. "Mmm?"

Harry felt the vibration against his ear, then lifted his head up. Scooting up a bit, he rested his palm against Severus' cheek, moving some hair out of his face.

He stared into those onyx eyes—they seemed content…happy. Snape's mouth twitched into a half-smile. Harry fell into that gaze—he kept falling, for as long as he could.

No one had looked at Severus like that before—those green eyes just kept searching him, looking for the edges of his soul. Harry inched closer on the pillow, just looking into the never-ending depths of those black orbs. In turn, Snape couldn't quite look away—rather, didn't want to look away—from Harry's stunning, shimmering emerald eyes. The way they were so beautiful—in an intricate sort of way—was completely compelling to him.

He remembered the way Harry's eyes had darkened when he came last night—it was absolutely delicious. The way he screamed, as if it was involuntary. The sounds he made—the way he felt around his pulsing cock. Severus remembered how many times he wanted to cum…he held off for as long as possible. How Harry had begged him…for his seed inside of him. Just thinking about it made him quiver internally. He swallowed, staring back into that innocent-looking, green gaze.

Harry inched closer to him—as if his mouth had a mind of its own—latching onto Severus' soft lips. Severus groaned into Harry's mouth softly, moving his mouth hungrily against those eager lips. They melded against his so easily, so effortlessly. Their tongues met, greeting each other, slowly and gently.

Harry parted from those tender lips, breathing a little harder.

Snape cleared his throat. "How do you feel?" Severus asked, watching Harry breathe. He quite liked his partner's scent—and he liked the smell of sex on him…but…

He couldn't help but feel guilty. I took the virginity of a seventeen-year-old…

Harry looked at his hands, blushing, "I didn't know it could be like that." He looked up at Snape's worried face.

"Like…what, exactly?" Snape said, a little too slowly.

Harry stroked his shoulder, trying to ease his worry. "I'm having trouble…putting it into words. I…I'm so glad that you felt so…so strongly for me. I didn't know if you—without the bond, I mean—well…if you even wanted me." Harry sighed. "I fought my feelings at first, but I thought maybe you were actually just humoring me until…"

Severus grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Harry—I can assure you, all I felt…and still feel…is true. I didn't want to admit to myself that I had feelings for a student. And not just any student—the one student I've spent much of my life protecting." He said quietly, squeezing Harry's hand a little. "And I knew, without the feelings of the bond, I…" he stopped, unable to comprehend his thoughts further.

Harry nodded, squeezing his hand back. Harry sighed, "I do too." Severus' eyes looked into his deeply.

"Before, you said that you didn't know it could be…what? Real, perhaps?" There was a faint humor in Snape's voice, but it didn't mask his uncertainty.

Harry quirked an empathetic smile, "Maybe. I think what I meant to say was…I didn't know that sex with you could be…uhm…" Harry turned red, only looking into Snape's eyes for a second and glancing away, "…you know. Perfect." He mumbled, embarrassed for some reason. It felt weird saying all this knowing that the feelings of the bond were gone, and that this is how he really felt about Severus Snape.

Snape took his hand away from Harry's, putting his thumb and forefinger on his chin. Harry looked up with a sweet gaze, a little unconfident.

"Harry—I felt the same way. It was…perfect, for the lack of a better word." Snape caressed his chin, "You were absolutely perfect, Harry."

The younger wizard's heart skipped a beat, halting his breath. He never thought he'd hear those words from Snape's mouth. The man never described anything…or anyone…as 'perfect.' He was critical, usually, of everything.

Harry finally got his train of thought back. "Y-y-you did? But I was…nervous."

Snape ran his fingers through Potter's unkempt hair. "And you thought I wasn't?" It sounded like a breathy whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.

Harry thought about that. "Well, you seemed to know what to say…I mean, do. Do and say. Uhm." He blushed hard. He couldn't concentrate with Snape running his hands on him.

Snape bit his lip, giving a fierce gaze. "Oh, but Harry—the things you said to me last night…" He watched Harry lick his lips, remembering it all. His eyes darkened to that beautiful deep emerald colour.

Harry cleared his throat. "I…the words just came out." And gods, it felt amazing. He closed his eyes for a moment. He could feel his prick getting hard.

Severus hummed in a low, rich voice, "Mmmm…do you remember the things you said about my cock?" His eyebrow rose.

Harry could hardly concentrate. His breathing was a little unsteady. "Yeah," he gasped, "I remember."

Severus smiled at him. He leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear, very low-toned, "Mister Potter…" Harry shivered at that nick-name, but Snape continued, "Your dirty-talk about my cock growing inside you…" Snape paused to kiss Harry's neck, then continued, "did you mean it?"

Harry's jaw dropped. His cock was definitely paying more attention than his brain, at this point. He rasped, "Fuck. Uhm. Yes, I…I could feel it expanding." His mouth felt dry—Severus kept sucking on a tender spot on his neck. "I felt you against my prostate and I could tell it was getting bigger…oh Merlin…" He kissed Snape's neck back, which elicited a moan.

Snape caught his breath, pulling back to look into Harry's eyes. He brushed some hair out of his face. "And after that?" He whispered. Harry gulped, wanting to kiss him, but he felt he had to respond. "Oh…you mean, after you…erm…got bigger? Well…I remember you were…uh, thrusting," he licked his lips, "…a lot faster. I watched you. You whimpered…and…I held you in place…" I wanted you so badly. He finished with much effort out of breath.

Snape inched a little closer to his lips. "And what did you say to me?"

Harry's memory flashed. "Oh my god."

Snape smiled. "Yes?"

Harry blushed crimson. "I wanted…I said that I wanted you to cum inside me so that I could feel you…filling me up. Oh god." He remembered now, that's for sure. Bloody hell, what was I on?

Snape hissed, "Yes, that's right. So dirty."

Harry was surprised, leaning forward a little, wanting to kiss the man again already. "I…you were too, Severus."

He smirked. "Oh, I know, Potter." He put a finger on Harry's plump, wet bottom lip. "You tasted so amazing down my throat."

Harry, as if involuntarily, spoke, "I want…I…" He was too distracted to think. He looked at Snape's mouth, leaning forward to kiss those tempting lips before him.

Snape groaned into his mouth, bucking against his hips. Apparently he's as bloody horny as I am. Harry thought before thrusting against him. "Fuck." Snape rasped, spelling off their clothing. He summoned the jar of lubricant. "May I?"

Fuck me senseless? Harry spread his legs wide, his cock sticking straight up. "P-please."

Severus took his mouth again before stretching him. Harry moaned at the sensation of Severus rubbing a wet finger around his hole. It felt strangely erotic. "Do it." He said, wanting to feel that cock again.

"Wait." Severus said, teasing his hole a little more until Harry let him in. Harry gasped at the cold gel, but tried to not push back against the intrusion.

Severus worked Harry's cock with his free hand, sliding in further with his finger. "Mmm…that's right. Just let me in, Harry."

Harry gasped when the second finger was added. It felt a little weird, but he remembered that spot that made him writhe.

Severus added a third finger, stretching him out. He looked into Harry's eyes. "Tell me what you want."

Harry licked his lips. "Put it inside..." It was an erotic whisper.

Snape pushed his finger against that sensitive spot. "Oh gods! Please! Again!" Harry babbled.

Snape whimpered, hitting that spot once more. He still stretched him—putting safety first, always.

"Oh fuck!" Harry yelped. He snapped his eyes back at Severus with a fiery gaze. "Please! Fuck…" He babbled again.

Snape slicked his throbbing member with the lubricant. He stopped when the tip was inside that tight hole. Harry whimpered. "More! More, please, more!"

Snape looked at him in awe. He looked so beautiful like this, all strung out. "I love you."

Harry looked into those caring eyes. "I love you so much." And he did. He meant it.

Snape looked at him, leaning over him closer as he slid in.

Harry grabbed onto Snape's back, pushing him down. Snape kissed him passionately as he entered that tight channel.

"Fuck, Harry," he groaned, "you're so tight." He groaned again.

He stopped halfway, looking down at the younger, who was already writhing against him. He whimpered in pleasure, wrapping his legs around Snape's arse. "Sev…"

Severus kissed his neck and pushed further, further until he found that spot inside Harry.

He looked at Harry, whimpering, not recognizing his own voice. "Oh…"

Harry grabbed onto his back and lifted his arse. He looked into Snape's eyes—the man was trying hard to keep his composure. His hair veiled them as he moved slowly inside, then slowly out.

"Severus…" Harry whispered as he gazed into his partner's eyes, just wanting him and him alone.

Snape felt electrified as he heard his name from Harry's mouth. Those bright green eyes and parted pink lips. So lovely.

Harry gasped loudly as Snape increased his speed, penetrating him deeper.

"Harry," Snape whispered, looking into pleading eyes, just before he plunged his long cock against Harry's prostate.

Harry yelled out. Snape made the same movement—watching Harry writhe. "Harry…" those green eyes snapped back into his.

Without thinking, his mouth latched onto Harry's lips. He slid all the way into that tight channel, just staying there.

Harry waited for more thrusts, but instead, he felt Severus make small, quick movements. Harry thought he'd cum right then, but he held back. He parted from Snape's lips, looking at him as he tried to contain himself. He touched his cheek as Severus rocked him back and forth quickly. It was so bloody erotic.

"Severus." Harry put his thumb on the corner of Snape's lips. He watched Snape come completely undone—eyes pinched shut, back arched. He looked down at the younger wizard with fire in his eyes, grabbing both of his shoulders, making quicker thrusts.

Harry quivered each time his prostate was hit—he felt his cock swelling. With each thrust, he yelped out in pleasure. "There! There! There!" He gasped, arching into any touch he could get.

Severus heartily groaned as Harry spread his legs wider, wrapped around him. Did he even know how delicious he looked?

His ballsack slapped against Harry's bum. "Fuck…" He groaned deeply, holding Harry closer.

Harry bit his lip and groaned back, reaching down to touch his weeping cock. Severus reached down quickly to grab his cock instead.

Harry rolled and whimpered at the grip of Snape's hand around his tender prick. "I—" he gritted his teeth, "I! I can't! Oh fuck!" He looked into the man's eyes. With the man's iron cock fucking him inside his arse, gods, he couldn't hold on…

Severus gave Harry a few strokes and watched him writhe, his body completely giving into temptation. "Oh, fuck…Harry. Harry…cum for me." Those green eyes looked into his for a moment. Snape continued. "Please…Harry." He stroked that cock at a lightning pace, fucking him at the same speed.

Harry pulled in Sev's cock, feeling it expand, looking at the man fuck him and stroke him. It was all too much! Gods, far, far too much…the way he pounded him with a half-sneer, yet half-pleading eyes. The way his strong hand felt gripping his lengthened, tender cock. He looked at the beauty of Severus Snape really, genuinely fucking him. Those grunts he gave when he wanted to cum, but waited for him.

Harry wrapped his legs tight around the man's arse. "I-I-I'mgonnacum!"

Snape growled, "Yes…"

Harry felt the vibrations in his arse, the way his prostate was screaming at him in pleasure, and that fucking gaze left him completely senseless. "I-I-I" He whimpered with each fast thrust, "SeverusohgodSEVERUS!"

His channel tightened around that monstrous cock, but Severus kept pounding away. Harry felt himself arch up, a stream of cum hitting the man's face. Snape stroked with vigor, massaging each strand out of him. White sticky seed shot onto Snape's chest as he fucked him hard.

"God yes!" Harry yelped, so dearly spent, staring at his partner.

Severus was on the last of his wits. He gently let go of Harry's spent cock, spreading those arsecheeks wide. "Yes…" He growled again, still thrusting.

Harry looked at him, groaning at the sight, "Cum for me—please."

Severus whimpered—whimpered Harry's name—"I'm cumming…Harry…"

Severus felt his cock reach into Harry—far inside—shooting thick, sticky seed into that needy hole. Harry took it all, so wanton, so delicious with the noises he was making. Those beautiful globes spread apart, and the feeling of his cock inside his Harry—balls deep—filling him up—it was enough to make his eyes roll back again, just like the first time they fucked. He is mine! Severus thought, growling, holding him down. "You are MINE." He groaned, vibrating, humping his hole until the last of his seed was deep inside his Harry. He kissed him hard on the lips instinctively—in fact, all of this seemed like instinct, down to the very words—and he nudged his prostate for the final time, hammering him. "Cum again, my Harry." He growled, looking deep into those dark, hot green eyes.

Harry came once more in thick spurts—just from seeing how hot and bothered Snape was. He was amazed he could, but he did, and he came all over his stomach. It seemed impossible to him. "Yours! Yours! Yours, Severus!" He kissed his partner after shaking against him, unsure of why he was speaking those words—not that he didn't mean it—but it was strange, like he didn't have a choice in saying them.

Just as he was thinking that, Severus growled, looking into his eyes. "Who. Do. You. Be-long. To?"

Harry whimpered back, "Y-you. Only you." Harry had to say it—felt compelled to say it. "I am yours."

Severus was completely spent, as was Harry. After removing his cock from Harry's arse, as if uncontrollably, both men fell into a deep, interesting slumber.

~~HP/SS~~

Author's Note:

Yay for another smutty chapter! Honestly I know I've been riding the smut train for a while, but the next chapter will be ALL about the plot. I already have it in the works.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING ME-it means more than you could imagine 3 It's been so awesome to read all the reviews and know that people are invested in this story as much as I am!

As always,

-Jen

The Snarry Shipper