I'm so sorry for cutting the previous chapter in half, but as I said to some of you, it ended up a lot longer than I intended. Here's the second part, though. See, how quick I am? BTW, I thought you'd come after me with pitchforks there, not that I dont deserve it. I didnt expect you guys would mind so much. Sorry ;_;
Find my apology at the bottom of the chapter on AO3 (Archive of Our Own), since this site still does not tolerate images or direct links.
Love you all.
XXVII: Birds in the Sky
Harry turned his head away offering an easier access for the mouth that wandered on his neck. Lips traced the sensitive skin and his eyes closed in pleasure. Severus' mouth searched him for delicate spots that would make Harry sigh. Not so subtle tongue brushed against the rim of his ear, kissed the skin behind it. Harry grunted, needy.
His hands slithered on Severus' back, mapping the slim body. His palms shifted over protruding shoulder blades, fingertips traced old scars then led him further down. He followed the small curve of Severus' spine, then his hands slipped over the mounds of his buttocks. He gripped the taut muscle, tucked up his legs to push closer.
Severus bit down on his shoulder, teeth jabbing against his clavicle. Exposed hardness nudged against Harry's erection and he heard himself beg.
"Please, Severus I can't…"
He rolled his hips, barely conscious of the movements of his own body. He demanded the closeness, the touches and Severus was eager to provide him with anything. He kissed his way down on Harry's chest, taking his sweet time to further antagonize Harry with his tongue. He flicked it over Harry's nipple, one at a time, wriggled it against the sensitive skin until they both perked up. He looked up then, watching Harry. Stars sparkled in the depth of those obsidian eyes as his fingers circled around the hard nubs.
Harry's hand lifted, and he caressed Severus' cheek with the back of his hand lovingly. Severus covered the hand with his, pressed his face more firmly against it, much like a cat rubbing against its owner's hand, then he turned it around and kissed the middle of Harry' palm. He kissed his wrist, over his pulse point, then moved again, placing small kisses along the line of Harry's forearm.
Harry trembled, shivering at the sweet imprint of those little nibbles that showered his skin. He immersed in the feeling of Severus' touch on his body, may it be the fingers teasingly rubbing his nipples, the strong grip around his wrist or the soft lips stroking him.
It wasn't too much, not yet. He wanted more, of course he did, but this was perfect. It was slowly building like their relationship was from May, step by step, bit by bit, anger and fear melting away, giving place to gentle touches and trust at first, then to smouldering desire.
Harry was lost in the heat of the moment, lost in the sensation of Severus' tender strokes on his chest. He succumbed to the touch of deft fingers dancing across his torso, causing a rise of goose-bumps through his whole body until each and every hairbreadth stood on edge from the attention.
Bony fingers, long like spider legs were flicking the button open on his jeans. This time there was no magic as Severus pulled down the zipper. He didn't need assistance as he gradually undressed Harry removing all the unnecessary layers that still stood between their naked skin. Harry sighed deeply as the fingers moved up on his thighs, brushing against the coarse hair lightly.
A dark gaze caressed him as he lay beneath Severus uncovered, fully exposed to those intense eyes to drink him in. The man seemed riveted as his glance shifted from body part to body part, from limbs to face to arms to chest to eyes to groin to lips again.
"Even the first time we smoked, it wasn't the cigarette I wanted you to taste." Severus said in a dark voice. He sounded coarse as if admitting to murder not to his deepest desires. "Back then I didn't know which dreams I feared the most. The ones where I killed you or the ones where I lay with you."
He bent his head and gave Harry's cock a long lick. His hair fell around his face and Harry couldn't see him anymore, but he still heard his quiet voice, whispering sinful secrets into the night.
"They were both intense, left me breathless in the dead of night. One I knew how to save myself from, but the other tempted me day after day. You stood in front of me blindfolded and all I could think about was, how I wanted to ravish your beautiful body."
He placed small kisses on the line of Harry's shaft until he reached the tip. "I was enraptured every time you touched me." He said against Harry's belly. "It wasn't even the sensation, delightful it might have been…" He murmured, his hand grasping Harry's cock in a firm grasp, "I just did not comprehend why you would want to do it."
He took Harry in his mouth and a content moan broke out of the young man's throat. His head twisted and turned on the pillow as Severus started moving, pulling back up until the hard shaft was almost out of his mouth then surging down in one smooth move until the glans hit the back of his throat.
Harry only hoped that the desperate, mewling sounds did not come out of him, but of course it was only with little hope as he perfectly well knew even by now, though only experiencing it once before, that Severus' hot mouth around his cock would make him utter all sorts of frantic noises.
His hand soon found its way into the long, soft tresses, brushing them all to one side so he could see not just feel the insanely erotic display that was happening between his legs. He carded his fingers through the raven hair fondly as he watched his prick disappear between thin lips.
"I touched her, she touched me but all I felt was you." Harry admitted as an answer to what Severus said. "Even that night in the seventh-floor classroom, when you saw us, it was your mouth on me, it was your hands that got me hard, your tongue that made me come."
Severus looked up and Harry's breath caught in his throat. Black eyes burned like distant stars then Severus swirled his tongue around the head and suddenly the stars were in Harry's mind. Yet even in the midst of that pleasure Harry tried to keep his eyes open as long as he could, tried not to look away but carve each and every moment into his memory.
"I was so aroused every time you made me close my eyes. I was so scared you'd find out and you'd never touch me again."
Severus sucked hard, fingers rolling Harry's balls, playing with them for a little bit before his thumb pressed against the perineum and Harry's eyes rolled back for a moment.
"Oh fuck," Harry grunted. Once again, he felt that sweet sensation pool in his stomach, bringing unexplainable warmth as if he had been drinking Felix Felicis. As Snape's fingers explored further down, anticipation built in Harry's system.
Severus lifted his head from Harry's member, and he heard him murmur an incantation perhaps. Endless gaze smouldering like heated coal watched him avidly as a slick finger pressed against his hole.
"Oh god," Harry breathed, the thought it's happening finally sinking in.
Severus cradled one of Harry's leg, pressed a line of gentle kisses starting from his knee along the line of his inner thigh then licked at the sensitive crease where groin met leg. He lapped at Harry's balls, fiery gaze, dark like the night, never leaving Harry's green eyes. Harry found reassurance in there that he was in good hands. He was not afraid, loving arms held him.
The finger at his hole moved relentlessly though not forcefully. It rubbed against the wrinkled skin, circled around it, pressed a little then withdrew. Harry whimpered lustily, but Severus didn't yield, didn't push in. Instead he took Harry in his mouth again, lips sliding wetly down the hard shaft.
Harry's mind fixated on that one finger no matter what Severus did with his tongue, how firmly he pressed it against the glans, how hard he sucked. All Harry could think about was that moment when the digit would finally enter him. His mind converged around the idea and soon he was writhing on the bed, yet still nothing happened.
"Fucking hell, Severus, please…" Harry whined loudly. "Please just… oh please…"
"You like this?" He asked his fingers softly caressing the sensitive area.
"Oh god, yes I do." Harry whimpered.
"Turn around." Snape said in a husky voice. "You'll like this even more."
Severus helped him as he rolled around and lay back down. He stuffed a pillow under his chest and tried to look over his shoulder. Hands appeared next to his elbow as Severus climbed a little further up and kissed Harry long and sensually.
Severus retracted slightly, his tongue shifting on the rim of Harry's ear, making the young man shiver. His hand slowly wandered down from Harry's chin to his neck. Long fingers tensed around Harry's throat and he groaned wildly. Severus kissed the back of his neck soothingly, yet Harry's breathing still hitched.
When the man lowered his body, his hard cock pressing against the cleft of Harry's arse, Harry cried out, "Severus!"
He pushed back wantonly and could feel Snape smile against his neck as he kept rocking back and forth with just small little thrusts of his hips. The hand on Harry's throat tightened even more. He could still breathe but the pressure sent a wild tremor down his body all the way to his cock.
"Severus, I need you… please…" Harry whined his back arching away from the bed. "Please… oh god…"
Crooked teeth sank into his flesh as Snape bit back a deep moan. "I am yours." He whispered against Harry's skin and his whole body withdrew slightly to stop the delicious movements that tortured both of them.
He kissed his way down on Harry's back, hands kneading the tense muscles. Skilful fingers massaged the young man's skin, stroked him with long, firm moves, as Severus wandered further south. His palms shifted over the valley of Harry's lower back then gripped his waist. Harry suspected that there wasn't an inch of skin on his back that wasn't tended to yet. Even without looking he knew little red marks blossomed as Severus bit his skin then sucked it hard. Harry only hoped they would never disappear.
Snape gave the same attention to his buttocks, licked and kissed the round mounds, pushed Harry on the edge of anguish with every touch even though he had barely done anything to him yet. He moved with such control, such restrain Harry almost wished for his magic to come forth again, just so their touch would electrify them, send them in a lustful haze.
Then again, he had hardly ever experienced anything more arousing then Severus pushing his thighs apart and pressing his face against the cleft of Harry's bottom.
"Oh fuck…" Harry groaned as Snape's tongue swiped quickly across his hole. He gripped the pillow beneath his chest and buried his face in it, biting into the soft material to quiet his eager cries.
It was no wonder Severus had almost come, this was exquisite. The man's tongue pressed against his skin, it barely had to move, and Harry's lower half jerked with keen pleasure. But it did move, it pressed and squirmed against the puckered skin, it ran over and over the tensing circle of muscle and Harry could barely hold himself together.
"Oh my fucking god, Severus…" Harry moaned into the pillow. "Ah… this is… mm… you are…"
Severus was still not in a hurry. Apparently, he was meticulous in everything he was doing. He pulled Harry's cheeks apart, tongue lapping against his hole, turning Harry into a quivering mess. Harry's cock pulsed even though it wasn't touched in a while he knew he must be dripping already onto the covers. His erection lay between his thighs, twitching with need, ignored for now.
Harry's hole clenched every time that raspy flesh stoked it. Severus could press into him easily, he would slip through without any resistance, yet the furthest he dared go was just the tip of his tongue so far. Harry hated it and loved it all at the same time. It was torture, sweet and delicious, it melted his brain, and liquefied his bones. He imagined how it would feel to have Snape's cock there, that hard shaft pressing, where a tongue only teased him now. Thoughts like that made him whimper and writhe on the bed, breathlessly clutching at the pillow. Soon, he told himself.
He was so wet now, lubricant and saliva mixed, streamed to the base of his cock just to have Severus swipe his tongue over it and spread it all along the crack. Soft hair tickled the back of Harry's thigh, tantalized him as if it were feathers that brushed against his sensitive skin. Severus' stubble rubbed his butt, leaving a burnt sensation behind.
Snape pulled away for a moment and Harry took a deep breath. Hands still kneaded his buttocks and he suspected Severus was just taking a moment to admire his ass which in all honesty should have been an embarrassing thought, yet Harry found himself pulling his legs ever wider apart just to offer a better view.
Before Harry's thundering heart would have even a second to still just a little bit, Severus licked him all the way up from the tip of his cock to the top of his cleft, then back again, until he reached that little nub of skin, hypersensitive now from all the attention.
"God I could eat your arse all night long," he grunted against Harry's hole. "You're so fucking delicious."
"Bloody fuck, Severus, I can't take this any longer…" Harry whined when once again the tip of that delectably talented tongue pressed against him.
Severus let out a humourless huff, the hot breath that ghosted across Harry's wet skin made him shiver wildly. "You think this is not torture for me? You think I am not longing to press inside you?"
Severus plastered his mouth back against Harry' bottom and thrust his tongue inside. Harry could feel it wriggle, move from one side to the other fighting against the tensing muscles that tried to clasp around it.
Harry cried out loudly this time, not even the pillow could silence him. Liquid fire rushed through his veins as he felt that raspy flesh lick at the rim of his hole. He tried to get away from it and have it press deeper inside him all at the same time. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to fall and wanted to fly all at the same time.
He knew he was talking, mindlessly mumbling against the pillow, inarticulate words spurting from his mouth. How would he even make sense when his mind seemed to have shut down, there was nothing there anymore just that tongue slipping in and out of his body, tense and supple all at once, bending curving, digging deep.
Severus pulled back, started licking again, gently stroking Harry with his tongue. He was breathing hard, too, Harry could tell, his large nose was pressed against his cleft and he could feel the warm air of every exhale.
"God, I want you so much, Severus… please…" Harry sobbed into the pillow. "I want you in me… please…"
Severus pulled back then Harry felt him press his forehead against Harry's lower back.
"Fuck Harry, don't say a word, don't talk, I beg you," he sounded desperate as if he needed all his willpower to control himself. "You need to be properly prepared. I don't want to hurt you."
Harry reached behind himself, his own palm running over the hill of his bum then his fingers pressed between the buttocks. He knew black eyes watched him, he could feel that gaze burn every inch of his skin as Harry circled his finger around his own hole.
He pressed down, tentative for only a moment, then grunted loudly when the tip of the digit slipped inside him.
He couldn't tell which of them moaned louder. Severus' mouth was back on him the next moment, tongue pressing inside him next to his finger. Severus stroked Harry's cock, spreading precome on the shaft, then his fingers moved up, rubbed firmly against the perineum while his tongue thrust in and out of Harry. Harry almost fainted, his whole body tensed in delight.
He pressed his sweaty forehead against the pillow, pulling his hand back, his fingers digging into the sheet instead of his own body, all but tearing a hole into the fabric. His body pulsed with waves of lust as Severus finally pressed two fingers against his hole, rubbed it tenderly for a few moments until Harry collected himself just a little bit.
He spread the moisture around the sensitive skin as if Harry needed to be even wetter then Severus bit down on the soft flesh of his buttock as he pressed a finger in Harry.
"Fucking finally," Harry cried out, not in the least satisfied by just that one lean, spidery finger.
He heard a surprising chuckle from behind him, laced through with heady arousal as Severus kept pushing the finger deeper inside him. Harry mewled breathless as his body clamped down on the digit. He could feel it move inside him, and he pressed back against it.
Severus moaned then growled, "Move," in a deep, hoarse voice. His palm covered one of Harry's cheeks as he fingered Harry with nice slow circles. Harry lifted his hips, shifting on the covers just a little bit, hoping he could feel Severus deeper inside him, but he was in as much as possible. Heat enveloped his cock and he almost came as Severus started sucking him again.
Harry pushed up his hips whimpering, begging. "God Severus…" he sobbed, as he leaned up on his elbows, his head rolling back, his back arching away from the bed.
Severus' tongue teased the head of his cock, swiped over and over the sensitive glans, then as Harry pushed back needy again, a second finger pressed inside him. He cried out, not in pain.
"So good… oh my god so good…" He panted biting into the pillow.
"It will only get better," Severus promised as he pulled his fingers out and pressed them back in with a slow, gentle stroke. "Hold on just a little more, we're almost there."
"Almost…?" Harry echoed weakly. "We were almost there an hour ago, Severus. We were almost there a week ago. I can't take this much longer." He moaned.
"You will be grateful tomorrow, believe me." Severus murmured. He pushed in deep again, Harry could feel even his knuckles pressed against his perineum. He fucked Harry with his fingers languidly, made a little twist as he pushed inside, bent the digits slightly as he pulled them out.
Harry looked over his shoulder. "I'd be much grateful if I could feel your cock in there already."
Severus had to take a couple of controlled breathes before he could continue with his fingers, or even speak up again. "You want my death, surely. You wouldn't say things like that otherwise," he grunted then pulled his fingers back from Harry.
He grabbed Harry by the waist and lifted him. "Come here you bloody fool." He growled in a wild voice and Harry pushed himself up from the bed.
Fingers fisted in his hair and all but yanked him back against Severus' body. They were both kneeling on the bed as Snape pulled him to his chest then kissed him wildly. The tongue that only minutes ago was in Harry's arse, now thrust inside his mouth and licked at him ferociously. Harry could only groan because of the suddenly heated touches as he reached behind and buried his fingers in Severus' raven hair to keep him just where he was.
Severus pulled Harry's buttocks apart with a surprisingly harsh move then pressed his rock-hard cock against the line of the cleft. He folded his hands around Harry's navel then thrust hard against him, his hips rocking without a single hint of tenderness. Harry could feel him slide wetly between his cheeks and he cried out, grinding back against the lean body behind him.
"You feel how hard I am?" Severus moaned. "You understand how much it takes not to just shove my fucking cock up your arse without the slightest regard for how much it would hurt you?"
Harry's head lolled back onto Severus' shoulder. "Please…" He whimpered.
"Is this what you want?" Snape asked breathlessly, pressing his lips against Harry's ear.
"Oh yes, god yes, please," Harry moaned, wriggling his bum, while Severus prodded him ardently.
"Then control yourself," Snape groaned and shoved Harry against the bed before he grasped his hip and turned him around. Even before Harry could understand what was happening lips attacked his mouth and Severus devoured him as he pushed three fingers up inside Harry.
Fucking hell that hurt and Harry grunted loudly into the kiss, but Severus didn't pull back, he kept pushing, stretching Harry's hole, almost punishing. It burnt like hell and Harry shuddered, whimpering.
"I'm thicker than this," Severus warned him in a deep voice before he captured Harry's lips again. The pressure reduced as he pulled back his fingers and he was much gentler after his first warning. The sharp pain eased too, and pleasure took over soon especially once he found Harry's prostate, making him cry out with every move of his wrist.
Snape stretched him with prolonged, deep thrusts, twisting his fingers inside Harry while he didn't stop kissing him for even a second. He found that spot again and again until Harry had long forgotten what pain was, that he ever in his life felt anything else than pleasure. Wet tongue licked in his mouth, slipped against his lower lip, the tender touch such a contrast to the burning desire Harry felt pulse inside him.
It was beyond him how Severus could still hold on after all this time. His fear of hurting Harry had held him back more than once during their duels, but this wasn't a fight, Harry was literally begging him, yet he still remained in control. A part of Harry's mind hated it, but the other, who had watched Snape suffer all year long terrified of his unrestrained power, was delighted that he had finally reached this point.
Severus pulled away and sat back on his knees. Harry watched him with hazy, lust filled gaze, legs shuddering. Black eyes looked over his body as the three spidery fingers thrust deep inside him, while Severus started gently stroking his cock again.
"Please, no," Harry begged him frantically. "No, please, I'm going to come…" His eyes were on the fingertips that rubbed circles around the head of his cock. So much precome had leaked out of him already that Snape's hand was sliding on him slickly.
Severus just shook his head. "After all this, don't think I'd let you finish so easily. You will feel my hot spunk inside you before I let you come all over yourself." He said in husky voice. He continued to stroke him for a while longer, black eyes stuck on Harry's body. Then he took a deep breath and pulled back his hands.
"It would be recommended that you lie on your front during your first time to ease penetration," Severus said as he summoned a little vial from the nearby drawer. "But you won't." He grunted as he picked the green bottle from the air and pulled the cork with his teeth.
Harry suspected what was in it even before Severus took his own cock in his hand and tipped the vial over his hard shaft, spreading the oil quickly on his shaft.
Anticipation was building in Harry as he watched Severus prepare himself, then the dark gaze was back on his face.
"Remember the Astronomy Tower?" He asked softly as he leaned over Harry before he could place a gentle kiss on his face. The moment could almost be innocent, if he didn't know what was coming in a few moments.
"As if I could forget…" Harry smiled with a roll of his eyes.
"I could distract you again. I could stir your mind away, so you won't even feel it," he was shaking his head as he talked, his silky voice deep as an abyss. "But I won't. You will feel every second of it, every inch I press deeper into you."
Severus waited a moment for him to raise his arguments, but Harry had none. He lifted his head and kissed him sweetly. "You and I both," he moaned against thin lips.
"Indeed," Severus growled then sat back. He pressed Harry's thighs further apart then aligned himself. Severus' cock twitched against his hole. A distant fire burnt in the dark eyes as Severus said, "Give me your hand."
Snape took Harry outstretched hand and placed a small kiss to the middle of his palm.
"Feel it," He said, putting Harry's hand down between their bodies until Harry's fingers touched the wet head of his erection. "Stop me, if you can't take it."
"As if…" Harry wanted to say but words got stuck on his throat and he just choked as Severus started pushing inside him. There was no pain, just pressure and pleasure, pure and blissful. He could barely keep his eyes open.
He could feel it, every inch, and it was fucking delicious. He kept his hand there, fingertips brushing the hard shaft as it slowly slid deeper and deeper. Severus was breathing fast. His harsh panting told Harry that he wasn't the only one having a hard time with holding on.
"Fucking damn, Harry…" Severus groaned, biting down on his lips.
Snape pulled out almost completely, then started easing back again. This time it was a lot easier and Harry's eyes rolled back in pleasure. His mouth fell open as he could feel the pressure build for a moment.
"Mm, fuck… Severus…" he cried out shuddering when the man was finally sheathed inside him completely. He didn't want to move anymore. This was perfect. He wanted to stay like this till the end of his life.
Severus took a couple deep breathes then leaned down onto his elbows. His black hair fell forward, but Harry brushed it over to one side. Black eyes met green and Harry could feel Snape's body quiver over him. Harry wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him down.
"It is wonderful," Harry said in a low voice and smiled. "And breath-taking. And wild."
Severus watched his face for a long moment then drove his fingers through Harry's messy hair. His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to Harry's and whispered, "It is a lot more than that now."
He kissed Harry again then rolled his hips. Harry wrapped his legs around the lean body, trying to pull him closer, deeper even though there was nothing between them anymore. They held each other as Severus started slowly moving. Languid trusts and breathless, sweet kisses flew Harry in the sky.
Like the wind, the constant gentle caresses kept him high. Wingless, yet he was still flying. How could he not, when Severus kissed his neck, his teeth bit into the skin and marked him; when he sunk inside Harry with tame and restrained moves, his body sliding against Harry's with sweet, elated pleasure.
He could feel the hard shaft moving in this tight passage, feel the gentle slap of the other's body. Fingers dug into the skin of his nape, and hot mouth sucked on his throat. Harry cried out, his back arching away from the bed. He held Severus close with one arm, while the other he dragged down on the slim body. He cupped Snape's bare bottom, griped the flesh. Severus sighed into his skin.
Instead of the fresh, rainy scent, the heady smell of sex filled his nose. Their sweaty bodies moved against each other in a heated pile of mess. Severus took hold of Harry's wrists and lifted them over Harry's head. He entwined their fingers then lifted his head to look Harry in the eyes.
Harry couldn't decide what was better, the sex, or the dark gaze that watched him. It did not move from his face, shifted only between the green pool of his eyes, and his parted lips. Severus opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but words failed him. Instead, he kissed Harry, brushed his lips softly across Harry's mouth. He pulled bravery from the contact.
"Why did you make me fall…?" He whispered. His tone wasn't accusatory, if anything it was confused, scared even, but just a little bit now.
Harry gave a firm grasp to their interlaced fingers. "I healed your wings." He answered. "You can fly now, if you want."
"All I wanted was to fly with you… it would have been enough."
Harry nuzzled Severus' face. "Would it? Really?"
"No," Came the choked answer after a long second. "You broke me to pieces…" Snape grunted, voice painful, desperate.
"We both had to be broken a little, Severus," Harry said, kissing the man. "How else would your pieces fit into me otherwise?"
Eyes, like endless dark ocean washed over Harry. "Do they?" Snape asked softly, almost breathless. "Do they fit?"
Harry smiled at him brightly. "Perfectly."
Severus breathed out harshly, a sigh a relief. He seemed to let go then finally, as if that was the confirmation he needed to hear. Harry would have been happy to tell him more, tell him words, three little words, but he was afraid Severus was not ready to hear them yet.
But you know it. I know you know it.
Arms went around his body and Harry was lifted easily as if he had weighted nothing more than his Animagus form. Severus sat up with him and Harry straddled his lap. They embraced each other as Severus gradually changed the pace. His thrusts were even faster and deeper now, reaching points in Harry's system that were outright impossible. He even wondered for a moment whether he could feel that member moving inside him if he pressed his palm against his stomach right now.
He rode Severus, his own hips rocking now too, Severus' hands low on his back guided his moves. The closeness of their bodies made everything even more intimate, they all but breathed the same air and the black gaze never left his eyes unless they kissed. Yet their bodies moved with a desperate urgency now, searching for something more, seeking something deep inside them.
"Fuck, Severus," Harry moaned as everything became suddenly too much. He couldn't handle it much longer.
Severus leant slightly back on one hand and Harry fell against his chest. His other arm slipped between their bodies and he gripped Harry's erection. Harry rolled his hips, rather frantic now, torn between wanting this to last forever, and craving that moment of sheer elation, that single second of his body tumbling over the edge and starting to fall into a dark abyss.
"Will you catch me?" Severus asked breathless against Harry's lips. There was something in his voice that reminded Harry of the little boy again whom he had seen only in memoires. He recklessly thrust into firmly gripping fingers and sank down on hard shaft, but still cupped Severus' face on his palms with only gentleness.
"Yes…" He whispered his lips stroking the little boy and the older man at the same time. "Yes, Severus, I will."
They fell back onto the bed. Severus jerked Harry's cock, pushed up hard, fucked Harry in earnest. His eyes were smouldering coal, burning their mark onto Harry's soul. Harry's body convulsed, he moved mindlessly as his body turned into a sweltering pit of lust and desire. He cried out, came hard, spurting his seed all across Severus' chest.
Snape swallowed Harry's cries with his kisses, did not stop as he rolled them around and shoved into Harry a couple more times before Harry could feel him lose it too. His whole body shuddered and he grunted in a deep voice against Harry's lips and emptied himself inside Harry.
Harry shivered one last time as Severus pulled out, sighed in delight at the sensation. His whole body was drained, every part of him ached with that sweet, dull pain. Then Severus rolled off him and he misses the heat so much already he turned towards him right away, pressed against his side, almost needy.
Severus lay on his back, his chest rising rapidly as he was trying to catch his breath. Tresses of his long raven hair spread all across his sweaty face but he was too exhausted to brush it away. Harry found the dishevelled state incredibly erotic, so he didn't move to swipe the locks away either. Severus' hand did move though, his palms slithered across his come-covered chest, smearing Harry's semen even more.
Embarrassed, Harry moved to find something to clean him, but Severus stopped him. "I'll have a shower in a minute," he said in such a hoarse voice that it seemed to surprise even him. His eyes opened and he cleared his throat.
He turned his head to look at Harry but said nothing. Black eyes watched him fondly, unguarded now, soft, almost smiling. Harry kissed his shoulder.
"I could see your magic today, during the duel." Harry noted quietly. "You're controlling it now."
Severus nodded. "Yes, it appears I do."
Harry smiled. "That means you don't need me anymore." It hurt to say it out loud. He was happy for Snape, this was what they wanted from the beginning. But it still hurt.
"You fool," Severus huffed, then kissed Harry's forehead. "I need you now more than ever. I finally do not have to live in fear anymore." He said in a soft voice.
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