Harry's back hit the forest green wall as he was roughly pressed against it. After a few seconds of blessed privacy, he and Severus moved clumsily across to the blue bedroom, mouths never leaving each other in their frantic kissing. They stumbled over the doorframe and stepped inside as the door shut behind them. Harry once again hit the wall in their need for a solid surface. The fabrics of pants were stretched almost painfully over their erections and Harry gasped between kisses, "All . . . off . . . now."
Severus pulled back to look seriously into dazed green eyes. "Are you sure?" he panted. Harry nodded.
There was the swift flick of a wand, and Harry felt several things at once; shock, because he hadn't been expecting that; slight relief that he was no longer restrained by any fabric whatsoever; and a rushing of blood at the sight in front of him.
Pale skin was all his eyes wanted to see, and so they roamed from a collarbone to a flat abdomen, to the now visible thing that had been pressed to his hip a moment ago. They were both simultaneously flushing at being revealed and trying to take in as much of the other as possible; black eyes traveled over Harry just as eagerly as Harry's had done to him.
Gradually, Severus moved towards him, and he brought their lips together again. They kissed much slower than before as he turned them around and lowered Harry onto the bed with himself atop him. When they came down, he deliberately thrusted their naked erections together, creating unbelievable friction as Harry moaned into the kiss. Hands were running down Severus' back to his thighs and up again to his hips as the friction was repeated over and over. Finally that alone was not enough and Severus reached down to grasp them both in one hand, Harry gasping in time to his movements until they spilled between each other. He collapsed on top of Harry and they simply lay there panting for a few moments, only mustering enough will to move a minute later when he summoned his wand and cleaned them off.
"Technically," Harry said, still readjusting his breathing as Severus rolled off him, "You didn't really remove my clothes."
His only response was an amused snort.
"Severus?"
"Yes?"
Harry flipped onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. Shyly avoiding Severus' eyes, he said, "Have you ever . . . uh . . ." he trailed off nervously.
A finger placed under his chin brought his head up to meet Severus' gaze. "You want to know if I've had sex?"
Harry blushed. "Yeah."
Severus lay on his side facing Harry, and said, "I did some experimenting in school with friends who were curious. Nothing since."
"So . . ."
"Yes, I have. But it's never been . . ." the smallest of flushes graced his cheeks. ". . . with love."
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Severus' neck. "I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That you're secretly a big softy."
This time Severus laughed, a real laugh that Harry swore he would make happen as often as possible.
x
Harry used the time in the morning before Severus woke up to fully appreciate what he'd been picturing for so long.
They'd fallen asleep without pulling any sheets over themselves, so Harry had a full view of Severus' body. He was on his back with his arms somewhat spread out, his face so peaceful that it made Harry want to know what he was dreaming at the moment, or if he was dreaming at all.
The real thing was so much better than anything Harry could have come up with in his head: Severus' skin was brilliantly pale, the only dark on him being the hair on his head and the smaller patch quite a bit farther down. Over all, he did not have much body hair other than the obvious and a light trail of down leading to it, just like Harry.
Although he didn't really want to interrupt Severus' sleep, Harry's tendency to get impatient drove him to trail his fingers up and across the pale torso.
"Try as you might, I am not ticklish," Severus said with his eyes still closed. Harry smiled.
"You, on the other hand . . ."
And without warning, black eyes opened and long fingers quickly found the precise spot on his stomach that Harry was ticklish. He curled up into a ball, trying to escape, laughing and begging for mercy.
"AH! Forgiveness, I beg you!"
And then he was dragged up by those wonderful arms and surrounded by them, hearing that wonderful laugh reverberate through Severus' chest with the ear that was pressed against it. Harry looked up, smiling.
"Come shower with me?"
x
"Harry Potter, if you dare—"
A second later, he was being intensely glared at by one Severus Snape that had a handful of bubbles on his head. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Wizarding shampoo is so much better than Muggle shampoo," he said, keeping an eye out for Severus' impending retaliation. "Too bad ghosts can still—Agh!"
Severus smirked at him, having successfully dumped double the amount of bubbles on Harry's head. "What was that about ghosts?" he asked as though he hadn't done anything.
Harry blew a strand of dripping hair away from his face, and narrowed his eyes playfully. "Well, do you remember that time in my Fourth Year when you were so convinced that I was out of bed stealing from your personal stores?"
Eyes narrowed right back at him. "Yes."
"I had actually been in the Prefects' bathroom figuring out the clue for the Second Task. The thing about ghosts, though, is that things like solid, locked, password-protected doors never seem to stop them. Therefore, despite the foot-high pile of bubbles above the water, I ended up being very nearly molested by Moaning Myrtle."
Severus raised an eyebrow and proceeded to remove the shampoo from his hair.
"Somebody just doesn't like being wrong," Harry said in an amused tone. "I can honestly say that I have never stolen from your—"
He was cut off by a mouth on his and two hands slathering bubbles on his rear.
