Chapter Thirty-one: You want this more than anything
"I…" You try to tell him, make him understand that it's more than a night. That for you, there's no way back from this. Words fail you, however.
You move closer to him, slowly this time. You touch his chest, caress his skin with your fingertips and you look up at him. "Is this just for tonight?"
His eyes widen, but it's more out of fear as if you had caught him, opened him up and read his mind.
"When I stepped between you and Voldemort, I knew I will die," he says in a broken voice. "And I did it anyway."
Your heart misses a beat as you understand the words for what they are. An admission, one that you will never hear again, probably.
"If a night is all you want, this will be nothing more."
But if you want more… his words are there unsaid but perfectly clear to you in the dim light of the room.
"I want more," you tell him. "I want you… us… everything." You pull him close and kiss him before he could say anything else.
He backs you up against the bed and you fall on it. You watch him as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of the hoops. It falls on the ground with a soft jingle. He looks wildly intimidating as he stands over you with all that lust in his eyes, but at the same time, your cock's already tenting your pants.
You push them off, just as he kneels onto the bed. With his help, you quickly get rid of it and when he finally climbs over you, you are utterly naked.
He looks over your body, eager hands caress your skin everywhere, while that hungry gaze takes in every inch of you.
Your cock is literally twitching with need for him to touch you, but his hands remain on your legs and chest only. "Fuck Snape," you groan impatiently and he smiles.
"We're in bed, Harry," He says and you know what he means.
When his mouth finally founds your prick, it's his first name you cry out.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Severus… please…"
He takes you deep in his mouth, you feel his tongue wriggle and press against the swollen head of your cock, you feel him suck and lick you, but nothing, no matter how good it is, can make you not notice the finger at your hole.
He teases you at first, lubricated digit slides across puckered skin. Just a little pressure has you begging for more, and you're already thrashing on the bed between Severus' mouth and his finger. You want him inside you, yet no matter how much you beg, he's relentless.
The first finger almost makes you come, the second doesn't but only because his mouth is not on you when he presses in. Then, only then when he's knuckles deep in you, does he slowly start licking your erection and the precome that pooled on your belly.
"Fuck, Severus please, I want you in me…" You whine your hands fisting in the sheets and his hair, yet you still press him down as you slowly fuck his mouth and slide wetly on his long finger.
With great restraint and a thug on in his hair, you pull him off your cock and crash your mouth to his. You taste yourself on his tongue and you moan, pushing up against him. Even through his slacks you feel that he's raging hard and you can't wait to have him inside you.
You unbutton him and push down his pants. Still kissing him, you stroke his prick and he thrusts into your hand a couple of times. He's long and thick and you're shivering with need as you lift your legs and slowly lead him to your entrance.
He pulls away and looks down on you as he presses inside. Your eyes go wide for a wild moment, then your moaning loudly at the sudden pressure. It's more delicious than you ever imagined to have him stretch you like this. You can feel every inch he gets deeper and when he starts pulling out for the first time, you almost come.
He grabs the base of your cock just in time, it's almost painful the way he grips it, but you can't complain. "Not yet," Severus says in a coarse voice. "I would like to play with you a little more, before I let you come…"
You have nothing to say to that except a whimpering, "Yes, please…"
He starts with a slower rhythm just to get you used to the large member inside you. He moves in you with pleasure you've never seen on his face. His slick cock penetrates you with ease, his kisses on your skin make you forget to breath.
But he can't hold on for too long either and suddenly you feel him pull back and sit up on his knees. He lifts your legs over his shoulders and holds on to your thighs as he starts fucking you in earnest. You watch him thrust deep inside you, every shove pulling an ardent cry from your very depth.
You know it's over when he finds you're prostate and you feel him brush it as he rams into you. He must feel you contract around him, hold him even tighter, because he starts stroking your cock and seconds later, you're all but screaming, shooting spunk all over yourself as he fills you up with his come.
He falls on you, but you barely feel his weight. Your eyes are closed and you're dead tired, yet still, your whole body shudders as he slowly pulls out. You feel kisses on your chest, little licks as he cleans you, but you can't open your eyes.
You know you will fall asleep in his arms, but you don't care. You pull him closer and give him one more kiss blindly before you nuzzle against his warm bare skin.
Hours ago, you were alone, restless and looking for adventures. You faced many choices in the past night, and choosing just one differently would have led you down a path that didn't end with you here, in Severus' arms.
It's almost frightening to think how small little choices could affect your happiness, how great a difference it could make to turn left instead of right.
"Good night, Harry." He says quietly as he presses a kiss against your temple.
"Good night, Severus." You answer.
Sometimes, you might wish to go back and do things differently, but other times, you're just perfectly happy with where you're ended up.
Fin