Chapter Fifty;
Severus woke up to an empty bed, frowning. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched his arms, his body screaming for him to just lie back down and go back to sleep for the rest of the honeymoon, but curiosity hit him and he decided he needed to know where his husband had gotten off too. He reached over towards a drawer and pulled out a shirt and some drawstring pajamas to put on, and then he trotted out of the room to take a look around the house they were staying in. He still thought it was small, at least for his taste, but not in a bad way, though he might go mad being stuck in the house for a week with Sirius. He smirked at that thought as he entered the kitchen, sighing as he still didn't see Sirius. He took a quick look around before grabbing a box of something on the top of the large contraption next to the counter, shaking it.
He popped the top open and took a whiff, raising his eyebrow, he knew it was food, but what the hell kind of food came like this? He read on the back and sighed as it gave him no information on how to cook it, and he really didn't want to make anything homemade again. He put his hand in and grabbed a piece of the food, putting it in his mouth and giving a shrug, it tasted okay so he grabbed a bowl and poured the food into it, grabbing a spoon and sitting at the table, nibbling at his breakfast as he pulled the paper to him from the middle of the table and opened it to read.
Sirius walked back inside the cabin and into the kitchen, standing behind Severus and placing his hands on his shoulder. "Afternoon, love." He muttered, leaning down and kissing the side of Severus' neck.
Severus turned the page and grunted. "Insatiable…"
Sirius chuckled. "What're you… uh, Sev, why're you eating cereal without milk?"
Severus took a look down at his now empty bowl as he had been slowly nibbling through the food. "Serial?"
"Cereal, yes. Uh, you put milk in it, and it's much better."
"Oh… I thought you cooked it, I figured I was just eating it raw and that's why it tasted a bit funny."
Sirius bit the inside of his cheek to prevent from laughing. "Wasn't your Father a muggle? How do I, Sirius Black, Pure-Blood know what cereal is, and you don't?"
Severus stiffened at the mention of his Father; he glanced down at the bottom of the page. "I, we that is, never had… we just never had breakfast together, or any meal for that fact."
Sirius frowned when he felt Severus stiffen under his grip, leaning down to kiss his neck again and deciding to change the subject. "Ah, well, forget it. I was thinking we could go into town today?"
Severus quirked his eyebrow. "Town?"
"Yeah, that's where I was, I woke up about thirty minutes ago and decided to check the scenery out, there's a town about five or six minutes away." He muttered, smiling against Severus' neck.
"Oh, alright, I'll go get dressed then." Severus said as he pushed out of the chair and turned to walk past Sirius but was grabbed and pinned against the table, Sirius maneuvering himself in between Severus' legs. "What're you doing, mutt?"
Sirius grinned, attacking Severus' exposed throat. "What do you think?" He growled.
Severus turned red when Sirius released his hands and began to slowly inch down Severus' pants. "I knew it… insatiable…" Severus said, trying to keep his breathing even.
"Damn right" Sirius said, grinning widely and unzipping and buttoning his pants. "Hmm… get up on the table."
"Excuse me?" Severus said, pulling his head back to stare at Sirius.
"Go on, up on the table" Sirius ushered, grabbing hold of Severus' hips and pushing him up to sit on the edge.
"Sirius!" Severus squeeked, gripping hold of Sirius' shirt. "Absolutely not!"
"And why not?" Sirius muttered, tugging Severus' pants down to his ankles and then completely off.
Severus turned redder; trying to get off the table but then was blocked from doing so as Sirius closed in the space between himself and the table, still in the middle of Severus' legs. "Sirius! This… no! The table… it could break, or what if someone has done this before on this table?"
Sirius just grinned wider, grabbing the bowl from behind Severus and tossing it over into the sink, not caring about the cereal that poured out as he tossed it onto the floor, and then grabbing the paper that Severus was reading and sprawling it out behind Severus. "There, lie back on that and the table won't break – and if it does, which it won't, I'll hold you up." Sirius said, curling his lips into a smirk and wrapping Severus' legs around his waist as he tried to push Severus gently back.
"I said absolutely not!" Severus repeated, trying to keep himself sitting up. "We will only be… doing this in the bedroom!"
"Where's your sense of adventure, love?" Sirius asked, pulling his wand out from behind him and muttering a spell to turn the spoon that had fell onto the floor into a bottle with liquid in it and then pointing the wand at Severus and whispering under his breath something Severus couldn't hear, Severus jumping when he felt the handcuffs go onto his wrists and then the handcuffs pull him to lie back on the table.
"Sirius!" He shouted, struggling. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Calm down, love" Sirius muttered, pulling each button on the trail of Severus' shirt off with his teeth.
Severus stopped struggling a bit, watching as Sirius moved down his chest. "You're ruining my shirt."
"My shirt, technically." Sirius said as he finished breaking off the last button and letting the shirt fall to the side to show off his husbands' chest. He grinned mischievously as he dipped his tongue in Severus' naval.
Severus blushed while he glared down at Sirius. "We're not doing it on this table."
"Going to stand your ground on that statement, aren't you?" Sirius asked, messing with the bottle in his hands.
"Yes, I am! I'm not havi—" Severus began but was interrupted by a moan when Sirius pushed a finger into him up to the knuckle.
Sirius smirked as Severus left the sentence unfinished, arching off the table a bit to move his hips, Sirius would have none of that though as he held Severus' hips down to the table with his free hand, sliding a second slick finger in and slowly moving them in and out. "Still want me to stop so we can go into the bedroom, love?" He asked, twisting his fingers around which caused Severus to gasp and grip his hands together, he gave a slight nod which meant Sirius' job wasn't finished yet, he wanted Severus to not be able to think straight. He slid in a third finger and spread the three out, pushing them past the knuckle until his middle finger tip hit against the small bump which sent sparks to Severus' eyes, causing him to widen them and moan/mumble Sirius' name.
Sirius grinned as he pulled his fingers out, Severus whimpering at the loss and moving his body as best as he could on the table without falling. Sirius held him still once again. "Calm down, stop moving." He whispered, grabbing the abandoned bottle and pouring the rest of the liquid out to smother his prick before guiding the head to push against Severus' entrance, grinning from ear to ear as Severus watched him through droopy eyes. "Ready?" He muttered, Severus groaned and lifted his hips to scoot closer to Sirius. "Okay, okay, stop moving!" Sirius said, pushing Severus to rest back on the table and then guiding himself to slide slowly into the warm tight space.
Sirius groaned as he slowly slid the rest of the way into Severus, placing both of his hands on each side of Severus' waist, running his thumbs over the light bruises from last night. He panted quietly, leaning down and flicking a nipple with his tongue and smirking when Severus groaned. He nipped roughly before swiftly pulling his hips back and thrusting back into Severus, Severus moaning and beginning to writhe on the table. Sirius smirked as he held Severus in place as best as he could, thrusting quickly and closing his eyes tightly, trying his best not to moan.
Severus tossed his head from side to side, trying to move his body and getting a bit annoyed that Sirius was holding him down. Severus' eyes fluttered opened when he let out a loud moan, and then widening them when he noticed the table was shaking. He quickly tossed his bound hands up to wrap around Sirius neck and pulled him down against his chest. "M-mutt!" He stuttered, clinging tightly and wrapping his legs around Sirius' waist. "I—I swear, if this table b-breaks and I fall! I will leave you!" He said, taking a few breathes in between words and struggling to talk because of Sirius, whom still had his eyes closed and was not kissing the side of Severus' neck, was thrusting his hips harder than before.
Sirius ignored what Severus was staying, snaking his hand down between them to close his hand around Severus' prick, gripping it and then slowly moving his hand in an up and down pattern, grinning when it only took three strokes to make Severus lose the battle only Sirius knew about for who could hold out longer. Severus tightened his grip around Sirius' neck, which Sirius groaned at the pain of being pulled closer and bent over in an awkward position, but the pain was ignored when he felt Severus tighten up after his orgasm, Sirius letting out aloud groan as he thrusted in the channel once more before emptying himself inside his husband and then hunching over to rest against Severus' now prone body as Severus had once again practically fell asleep, his breathing still impaired but his eyes closed and his face relaxed.
