XXVI: The Taste of You
The rest of the day couldn't have passed sooner. Harry felt like the minutes struggled to happen, like time itself had crushed, its existent unmeasurable anymore with clocks. His own body vibrated yet there was nothing he could do to speed up time.
What was supposed to be only a couple hours made him feel stuck in time, wedged between little moments of life like attempting homework, dinner, Hermione talking to him, climbing stairs. He wasn't fully aware what was happening, his body moved automatically, while his mind was focused only on tonight. He didn't have a shred of doubt what would happen, and his blood hummed at the thought of spending an entire evening with Severus Snape in the man's bedroom.
Was this just the next step in a course of inevitable actions, or would this change something? Why did it feel like this wasn't just about sex? That it was a lot more, acceptance of what they had is futile to fight, pointless to resist.
The more reasonable part of Harry's mind still thought this was a bad idea. He didn't want to risk Severus his job. That sensible part said they should wait, behave just for a couple more months. Harry locked that part of him away. He didn't want to wait, he couldn't.
He looked around himself. The Common Room was emptying, but it wasn't even nine yet. Just a couple more minutes, he told himself. He left behind the worthless attempts at his homework and went up to his bedroom. He thought to go out and have a short flight just to calm himself a little bit, but before he could turn into an owl, the bedroom door opened.
"You have a minute?" Ron asked as he walked in. He fell on his bed.
Harry nodded, "Sure."
"You're not going to spend the night here, will you, Harry?"
Hesitant for only a moment, Harry shook his head. "No, I'll be with him."
Ron's head bobbed after a second, understanding. "He's not so bad, you know, as I thought when we were little." He said awkwardly. "He's pretty decent, actually."
"I know," Harry grinned.
Ron scratched his head. "I'm trying to tell you something here, mate, I just don't know how, yet."
"That you… approve of this?"
That made Ron laugh out loud. "Harry, my approval counts as a big load of shit here. No, it's more like… we're here for you. For both of you, if that's what you want. Mom was a bit buffed that you and Ginny didn't work out, but just because you're not married into the family, that doesn't mean you aren't family. You get what I'm saying?"
Harry nodded. "I think I do."
"And same goes for him. As long as he's with you, he's family, too." He watched Harry and his serious expression turned into a grin slowly, as he said, "And yes, that means he's going to get a jumper and he has to wear it next Christmas."
"I'm not going to tell him that just yet, if you don't mind," Harry laughed.
Ron shrugged as he got up from the bed and went to the door. "Some other things you might want to tell him though, Harry." He said eyes on the door, not looking back. "Even if it's something obvious."
He slipped out the door, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. He knew what Ron meant, of course he did, but he wasn't sure he should say those three little words just yet.
He opened the window and morphed into a bird. He jumped out and let his body just fall for a while before he would open his great white wings and sail on the winds towards Snape's office.
o.O.o
Snape was on the balcony already, when Harry arrived. He was smoking, his eyes on the dark forest then once he noticed Harry, he followed his flight with his gaze. Harry landed near him, shifted back into his human form before his legs would touch the ground.
Black eyes looked over him once, then Snape turned back towards the woods. Harry stepped to the railing and leaned down on it, his arm against Severus'. He watched the man's profile trying to say something that would set the events in motion, but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead he just brushed a finger gently against the back of Severus' hand.
Snape lifted the cigarette to his lips, took a long drag. His hand was slightly trembling.
"I ruin everything I touch." Snape said at last, smoke slithering from his nose. "Nothing remains unbroken near me. I was scared I would do the same to you, Mr. Potter, but it appears, you beat me to it. You broke me before I could break you."
Snape looked down onto their hands, barely touching.
"I would not be good at this. I would demand not ask for, I would take more than I give. I'd be jealous, possessive, I'd claim all your time, I'd require all your affections. I would chain you to me and when you have given me everything, I'd only want more."
"This isn't just an invitation for one night, is it," Harry said.
Black eyes slowly shifted up to his face. "No, it is not."
Severus took another long drag then moved closer to Harry. He cupped Harry's chin, careful not to burn him then leaned in closer. His mouth opened, grey smoke swirled around inside as he closed the gap between them and kissed Harry.
Harry sucked down the smoke like a suffocating man choked on the first gasp of fresh air. Severus deepened the kiss, his tongue pressed sensually against Harry's in a slow dance. He kissed with reverence but then he pulled back. He tipped Harry's head back slightly and placed soft kisses on the line of his neck, lightly sucking on his skin. It was so reserved yet passionate. Harry shivered with need.
Something pressed between Harry's parted lips, he could taste mint, smell the herbal scent of the cigarette.
Severus withdrew but only enough that he could lean to Harry's ear and whisper, "Finish it. Then, if you still want this to happen, come inside."
Harry watched him leave through the glass door. Once Severus was inside the dark room lit up. The fireplace came alive and it brought the room to an orange hue. Severus stopped a couple feet from the glass door and faced Harry.
Harry took a deep breath from the cig, and smoke filled up his lungs, once again making him feel like his lungs had just swelled to twice their size. Black eyes were on him as Severus started unfastening his coat, moving from little black button to the one below then further down. Harry marvelled at how white his fingers seemed against the dark material, how calm the narrow face was.
There was no question in this, not really. One night or a million Harry would still want it. Snape wasn't the only one broken. They ruined each other. His shattered fragments however soldered together with pieces of Snape. Harry wasn't the same person he had been a year ago. And it was all right like that.
Harry smoked on the balcony and they did not take their eyes off each other. His gaze observed Snape's every move, just as onyx eyes viewed him through the glass. The air was pregnant with unsaid expectations, heavy with implicit hope.
Severus shrugged off his coat and let it slide off his arms. It did not drop to the ground, it floated away, draped itself around a chair. Next, he undid the cufflinks on both wrists. The glowing embers at the end of the cigarette smouldered brighter for a second as Harry took another heavy gasp.
Snape undid the top button with a single hand, his eyes closing as he, like Harry, breathed in deep. He hesitated there for a moment, or perhaps just drunk in the sensation of fresh air. Then, like two long-legged spiders, his fingers worked on the buttons, one after the other, hands sliding further and further down on his lean body.
He tugged on the shirt, pulled it out of his pants and Harry felt something tugging at him too, near his belly button, where the dragon resided. Perhaps it was that, the animal inside him that yanked against his chains, tried to tear them apart to finally devour Snape.
Harry just stood there out in the cold taking long drag after drag, green eyes persistently watching the intimate display as more and more skin was shown, and less and less of Severus remained hidden.
Every button was another piece that Harry lost of himself, until there remained none. Pale white skin revealed, shirt hanging loosely on slim shoulders, the spiders retreated, idle, nothing left to do. The rest was up to Harry.
He crushed the cigarette on top of the marble, dragging a black line of ash across the white stone. He flicked the stub over his back, throwing it to the abyss below.
He opened the door and stepped inside, letting it close behind him. He stepped up to Snape stroking him with only his gaze first, then his palms, too, descended onto the bare chest. Severus sighed as Harry's hand shifted on him. He moved not, letting Harry explore for now.
Harry touched the man's body admiring the smooth, hairless skin. His fingers ran over ridges of old scars, there were plenty to discover. Snape had a lean body, he was just on the borderline of being bony, no soft flesh covered the hard edges. The moonstone pendant hang calmly over his heart. He had birthmarks scattered around all across the plains of his chest like star alignment on the sky – except here it was dark against pale and not bright against the endless black veil of the universe.
The only dark hair Harry could see was a small patch of blackness starting at the man's bellybutton, heading south, scattered thin and few like plants in a dessert. His gaze tracked the trail as far as it could, but it disappeared beneath Snape's black pants. Harry wanted to follow, let his mouth travel to yet uncharted places.
He had never observed another body, male or female, with such keen curiosity, though he had not found any so far that would interest him so much in the first place. But this did. His interest in it was showing more and more, swelling slowly in the confines of his jeans.
His look shifted up on the marble skin, his hands followed eager to touch more. His fingertips brushed gently over perked nipples and he let his eyes finally connect with the intense black gaze that contemplated him. He lingered there, thumbs brushing, circling around those little, pink buds, his gaze relentlessly searching the endless darkness. Severus sighed again, a desperate little sound.
Not breaking the eye contact, Harry's fingers started drifting again. They moved up over broader shoulders, slithering slowly beneath white shirt, then he pushed off the clothing. It slipped off Snape's arm easily, pooled around their feet but Harry didn't stop. He drew his fingers down on long arms feeling hair soft as feathers under his palm.
He took Severus' hands in his and entwined their fingers. It was almost strange how in a moment like this there was no electric zap, no blue lightning, when Harry could almost feel goose bumps rise on his flesh just from the man's closeness. But this time there was no magic just them, just two humans. And yet it was more than enough to make the dragon in his belly breath fire.
Intense, dark eyes traced his face, trying to read him, scanned him to figure out what was in his mind, but Severus could draw no conclusion in the end it seemed. He looked confused as if not understanding still why Harry would be here, with him, admiring his body like a god's.
Harry lifted their joined hands and placed Severus' palm on his own body.
"Touch me, Severus," he said softly.
There wasn't even a single moment of hesitation and warm hands slipped under his shirt. Harry shuddered, his pulse quickening. Severus removed his shirt then his palm immediately returned to stroke Harry's bare chest. His touch had barely any pressure, yet it burned Harry like licks of flame.
Severus stepped closer, their naked chest touching only when they breathed in deep and their lungs swelled up.
"How would you like me to touch you, Harry?" Asked the silken, deep voice serenely. "Like this?"
He bent his head and kissed Harry's neck. He placed small, gentle kisses along the line of the tendon, lips dragging lower and lower. Harry felt the beak-like nose press into his flesh, warm air exhaled flitted across his skin. Hands shifted onto his back, fingers traced his spine, palm caressed his shoulder blades.
Harry melted under the mellow touch; he could spend a lifetime like this. He pressed against Severus, seeking answering hardness with his lower body.
"Or like this?" Snape asked and the next moment long, bony fingers dug into his waist and crooked teeth sunk into his soft flesh at the base of his neck. The sudden force pulled a groan from Harry.
"Oh god," he breathed, head falling back as fingernails clawed long red lines on his back and Severus sucked on his skin. He grabbed Harry's arse, crashed their bodies together. Nowhere was the previous composure and calmness; Severus felt agitated against him.
Snape was so hard, Harry could feel the press of his erection tense against his thigh. Soft lips sought his out and he was kissed deeply. Tongue slid against his, licked at his lower lip, pried his teeth apart and entered him just to taste him teasingly, before Severus pulled back.
"Both," Harry breathed against wet lips. "God, I want both. I want everything."
Fingers captured his hand and pulled it away from Severus' chest, just to place it on his hard cock.
"You want this, too?"
"Yes," Harry answered suddenly out of breath.
"Where?" Came a deep purr.
Harry cupped Snape's erection firmly and hissed, "Don't play games, you know what I want."
An iron grip held his hand at place, while Severus rubbed himself against Harry's palm with small rolls of his hips. "And you know why I want to hear you say it." Teasing smile flickered over thin lips.
Severus moved behind him, kissed his shoulder, pecked at the sensitive skin of his nape. He leaned to Harry's ear and the tip of his tongue slid up against the shell. Hot breath ghosted on the cartilage as Severus exhaled.
"This is all new to you. You may have had some distractions with a girl before, but you have never been with a man." Severus said softly against his ear then with the last word made an insinuating thrust with his lower half. Harry shivered.
Palms shifted on his chest sensually. Severus found his nipples and fingered them with his thumbs. When he pinched one, Harry cried out and let his head roll back. Severus kissed his neck, fingers rubbing the little nubs without even a trace of gentleness. The press of them was almost cruel, but still, delicious.
"Only once have you touched me, and I wager you hardly even remember what I feel like in your hand." Severus' voice was nothing more than a rugged whisper.
He was correct though. Harry only remembered how hot it was, how heavy, how hard yet still soft to the touch, steel covered with velvet. That and nothing more.
"You say you want everything, but I wonder, do you really want me inside you?"
An arm across his chest held him firmly, while Severus' right hand moved onto his waist then slipped beneath his jeans and shorts. He grabbed the soft cheek of Harry's arse then shifted roughly down the cleft, fingers rubbing against Harry's hole in small circles.
"Do you really want to feel me press against you?" Severus asked slowly as the circling motions stopped. Harry felt an increasing pressure in the middle of the puckered skin, and he pressed back, wriggling his bottom.
He whimpered loudly as Severus asked, "So… where do you want my cock, Harry?"
There, I want it right there, Harry wanted to shout. He licked his parched lips and another enticing idea occurred.
Harry surprised both of them, when he said in a levelled voice, "I want to taste you."
The pressure stopped and Severus removed his hand. Harry turned around and faced him. He allowed himself a moment to revel in the lust filled black eyes, then kissed Severus hard. He worried the thin lips between his teeth as he groped the man's taut arse.
Harry might be the younger one but if Snape thought he would let himself be handled like a child, he was very mistaken. Harry knew exactly what he wanted, and he also knew how to take it. Snape would just have to deal with it.
"Bed. Now." Harry grunted giving a little push to Severus' body. Not that he could move away, Harry was holding on to his belt, trying to unbuckle it. Legs tangled, they staggered towards the bed until Severus' heel knocked into it. Harry gave him one last shove and watched him fall back then kneeled between Severus' legs.
Severus looked up, tousled hair across his face made him seem wild for a moment. He leaned up on his elbows and pushed his hair back, running five fingers through the long tresses. Harry slid his palms over the lean body, fingers gliding over the basin of Snape's belly then up the rise of the ribs.
He touched smooth skin until his fingers run over the jagged edge of a scar. It had healed a long time ago, Harry suspected sometimes over the summer. It had the shape of a star, spikes pointing in all direction with skin even whiter in the middle. Harry's palm was barely big enough to cover the burn mark over Snape's heart.
"Is this from…?" He asked quietly.
"When we were attacked, yes," Severus answered.
Moments of that incident flashes across Harry's mind. He could barely recall the woman's features anymore or even her voice. He could however clearly remember the confused, scared expression that crossed Snape's face when he was hit with the three spells. The memory evoked that sudden, loud crack in Harry's chest he had felt when he realized Snape wasn't breathing.
Was that the first piece he had lost to this man?
He leaned down and placed a kiss over Severus' heart. He could feel it thunder against his lips in a maddeningly fast rhythm. He kissed it over and over.
I'll make you whole again, don't worry, he promised it.
He moved a little to the left, kisses burnt Snape's skin at his wake. When he found his destination, a little erect bud, he licked at it. He glanced up, satisfied to notice that endless black eyes were on him. Thin lips were parted as Severus' exhaled loudly. Harry took the nipple in his mouth, sucked on it, worrying it between his teeth with the same force Severus had used on him only moments ago.
"Ah…" Severus' breathless little moan made him smile.
His thumb took over, rubbed the little pink nub, slid over it wetly as Harry kissed his way down on protruding ribs, his tongue pressing against heated skin. He followed the dark little marks scattered across marble chest down to a flat abdomen. His hands followed him, too, ran down on Severus' sides, held onto his waist now.
Harry kissed the skin below the belly button, feeling coarser hair under his lips. He was back on the trail and this time, he intended to follow. He ran his teeth lightly against the surface, then bit down gently, nibbling on the soft flesh. Severus trembled and fingers dug into Harry's short mop.
He looked up. Severus was watching him, taking long shuddering breathes to control himself. His black eyes were desperate, his voice pleading as he said, "Please…"
Harry straightened himself, knowing he would later on dearly pay for teasing the man. He watched Severus' flushed skin, chest rising, legs twitching with impatience. The outline of Snape's erection was clearly visible beneath his thin slacks. Harry watched it, observed it, tried to imagine how it would look like, how it would taste.
His hands swept over the long legs, he caressed Snape's thighs with a firm touch, thumbs brushing against the inner side. He stayed only inches away from the hard member, barely avoiding it with every caress.
"Don't do this to me…" Severus begged, his deep voice hoarse and uneven.
Harry eyed him as his palms shifted even further down on Severus' leg, ran over his calves. He kissed Severus' knee as he pulled off his boots then continued placing small nibbles up his thigh. His fingers worked on unfastening the slim black belt now as he pressed his mouth against Severus' cock.
Severus whimpered, black eyes closing for a moment. Harry flashed a small smile at him as he popped the two buttons open then pulled down the zipper. Severus' legs tensed as he lifted his hips so Harry could undress him completely. Harry's hands fisted into the black clothes and he dragged it off Severus.
Fucking hell, he was gorgeous when fully naked. Harry's hands moved up on the bare thighs, pushing them further apart as he leaned closer. His gaze flickered between the long, thick cock and Severus' intense eyes. Then his fingers folded around the heavy member and he gave it a couple timid strokes.
His fingertips mapped the surface of the hard shaft, tracing bulging veins beneath the smooth skin. He gave the head a tentative lick, then one more. It tasted weird – different than anything Harry had ever had in his mouth except perhaps the semen he had licked off his palm. The thought made him press his tongue in the slit, slide it roughly against the soft tip.
"Oh god, Harry…" Severus' head rolled back, and he groaned harshly. The fingers in Harry's hair clenched and unclenched.
"I'm not very… practised at this so if I'm-"
Severus brushed away his doubts as he grunted. "You're perfect."
Harry smiled to himself and lowered his mouth back onto the hard member. He held it up with his hand gently and licked up from the bottom to the top then covered the head once again with his lips. He could feel it twitch against the roof of his mouth as he started lightly sucking on it.
Fingers slipped away from Harry's head as Severus moaned, "Fucking hell, Harry…" He bit down on his fisted hand then the obsidian gaze was back on Harry.
Fire coursed in Harry's veins instead of blood. This was the hottest act he had ever done. His cock pressed against the material of his jeans begging to be freed. He loved the musky scent in his nose, the strange, salty taste in his mouth. He loved Severus' squirming body beneath his touch.
Harry went down on him as deep as he could, tongue swirling around the stiff erection. He bobbed his head with enthusiasm, sucking lightly then a little harder, changing the rhythm, the speed, the force of his motions. He came back only for air. He wanted to do this till the rest of his life.
He lifted his head, his eyes taking in the sight beneath him. He caressed a long leg gently as he pressed Severus' cock against his belly and palmed it a couple times. He kissed along the whole length of the shaft and when he reached the end, his tongue lapped at the base. His exploration was only half way done, his curiosity only peaked.
One of his hands was still stroking Severus as he licked his balls, then took them in his mouth. The man gasped, his waist rolling up lightly for a moment as if wanting to thrust into Harry's grip. Harry's left hand meanwhile softly caressed Severus' leg, going down from his thigh to his calf. When it came up, it grasped the back of Severus' knee and lifted up the leg, placing it from the ground to the bed. Then Harry slid his finger down on the inner side of the long thigh.
Just because a move like this worked on a girl, it didn't mean it would work on a man. Harry felt slightly apprehensive, yet he still pulled apart the cheeks of Severus' bottom and pressed his mouth there.
"What the hell are you doing?" Severus asked frantically but did not move to hinder Harry.
Harry looked up, little smirk playing on his lips as he lifted Severus' other leg onto the bed as well.
"I said I want to taste you. I never specified where."
He kissed Severus thigh, going further and further down while keeping his eyes on the man as long as he could. He closed them only when his mouth was back over Severus' hole, tongue lapping over wrinkled skin.
"Oh fuck," Severus cried as he fell back on the bed. Apparently, it did work on men, too. At least on this one.
Harry seemed to hear something about bloody Gryffindors, but surely it wasn't an insult given Severus' body was thrashing with pleasure with every little lick Harry made at his hole. He wriggled his tongue pressing it against tensely clenching muscles but withdrew it the moment it would slip through. He teased Severus ignoring the obscenities that came from that sinful mouth and kept up his ministration.
The first time he let his tongue slip inside Severus, he heard him whimper keenly. He twisted it in the tight channel, felt the ring of muscles convulse around him. His hand sought out Severus' hard member and started stroking him again. He could feel Severus almost pulse against his palm. The head of his cock was leaking precome and Harry pressed down his thumb to swipe it away, use it to make everything a bit slicker.
Severus' back arched and he jerked involuntarily into Harry's touch, then he hissed, "No, no, no, no… Harry please." The next moment an iron grip clutched around Harry' wrist and stopped him.
With one last, small lick and a kiss afterwards, Harry pulled away and looked up at the man. Severus looked like a mess. A delightfully aroused pile of mess, but still. He was breathing hard and his long hair was stuck against his wet lips. His whole body was squirming slightly, and his cock was twitching almost continuously. Harry suspected a couple more touch would get him undone.
Severus ran his ten fingers through his hair, brushing it back, out of his face. Then he leaned up on one elbow and raised an eyebrow.
"If you had shown such an intuitive aptitude in Potions, you would have been my favourite student. Alas, your talents are misplaced on subjects requiring a lot more exercise."
"Misplaced?" Harry echoed in an overly dramatic voice as he climbed onto the bed as well. "Are you telling me you didn't enjoy that?" He smirked.
Snape ran his palm over his flat chest and wiped off the precome that pooled onto his belly. He lifted the wet fingers closer to Harry as he asked with an arched brow, "Does this look like I found any of this not to my liking?"
Harry smiled and captured the hand in his, lifting it to his mouth. He let his tongue drag all the way up on the two fingers then sucked them in his mouth while not letting go of Severus' lust-filled gaze. Severus started moving the fingers slowly in and out of Harry's mouth and Harry let out a deep groan. Severus brushed his wet fingers against Harry's lower lip as he pulled his hand away, one corner of his mouth pulling up slyly.
Harry watched him for a long moment, then leaned forward, slowly, unsure. The teasing expression disappeared from his face and Severus moved, too, seemingly tentative as well for a moment. His obsidian gaze drifted from one of Harry's eyes to the other, then he bit into his own lip, before he would close the distance between them.
Gentle kisses left them breathless and Harry lay back down on the bed, pulling Severus over him. He could feel the hard erection press against his abdomen, but somehow, Severus' soft lips had a much greater effect on him at the moment. Teasing licks of the other's tongue against his, the little kisses not more than a peck warmed his heart and woke the dragon in his belly more than the keen member could.
Long black hair fell around them like a silky curtain as they kissed and no matter how much Harry swiped away another waterfall of it followed. Like ink, it flew between his fingers, marked his skin, like Severus' kisses marked his soul. An invisible sign only he knew was there showing where he belonged.
He pulled away just enough to kiss Snape's jaw. The light stubble burned his lips in the sweetest way possible and he kept going, nibbling gently on the skin. Even though the wild drumming of his heart, he could still hear the other's heartbeat and Severus' deep sighs. It was such a secret sound, something only he heard, something only he was allowed to hear.
He licked Severus' earlobe and sucked in the little soft flesh before he traced his ear with his lips.
"I love the sounds you make, Severus Snape," he said in a whisper. "I love your deep voice, your sighs, your desperate little moans."
He could feel Severus freeze slightly over him, but he went on. Ron was right. Some things needed to be said out loud. Maybe not everything, but some things.
Harry buried his nose in the crook of Severus' neck and took a deep breath. "I love your scent. You smell of rain here," he said and kissed Severus' skin, then he rolled his hips up pressing himself against hard erection as he added, "but you smell of something much darker down here. Your magic smells of ozone, of electricity. I don't even know how electricity smells, but I know this is it, and I love it."
He brushed Severus' hair forward, letting it fall onto his face. He fisted his hands in it lightly, caressed himself with the long tresses. "I love your hair." He said quietly taking a deep breath in the depth of that ink waterfall. "I love how it's slightly curly when still wet, how straight and soft it is when dry. I love how your hair feels the same as your feathers do."
He swept the hair all to one side so he could look Severus in the eyes. The black eyes watched him as unreadable as ever, yet a distant fire burnt deep inside them. "But above all, I love the taste of you." Harry placed a small kiss on Severus' lips. "Your skin tastes salty and heady, but at one place you taste of peppermint tea. I know you drink tea to calm yourself, yet it sets me on fire because it makes me think of your lips and I love thinking about your lips, Severus."
"Harry…" Severus all but breathed out in a rough voice.
Harry silenced him with a finger before he could say anymore, then rose his head from the bed and placed his mouth where his finger had been. He drank in the minty taste from Severus' lips, kissed him, his soft caress almost a worship.
"You said you'll give me what I want." He murmured against thin lips, not daring to open his eyes.
"Everything," Severus whispered back. Hot air ghosted across his lips and Harry took a shaky breath.
"Do I have to say it out loud?"
Severus kissed him softly. "Not anymore…"
