Harry

Severus, bright red, moves to take the box and Harry lets him, but then doesn't let Severus go after he's set aside the box. "No."

"What do you mean, no?" Severus sounds nervous.

"No, you don't get to walk off after that. Oh, god, look, you're adorable." Harry decides to just say whatever comes to mind. "And hot. And- god, you have a collection of pictures of me- Severus."

Harry steps closer, closer, closer. Severus, who stays still, swallows visibly and Harry wants.

Harry wants to feel Severus under him, he wants to whisper things in his ear and tuck a lock of that hair- oh god, that hair- behind Severus' ear and tell him not to run away, because Harry won't. He promises.

"Will you go out with me?"

Severus swallows again and nods, still looking down a little. He looks angry, but Harry knows it isn't real.

"I'm gonna kiss you," Harry warns, and then he does. He slips his fingers under Severus' chin and tips it up, then presses his lips gently to Severus' thin ones, closing his eyes.

Severus goes completely stiff against him, but after a second, he starts kissing back. It's wonderful. Beautiful. It sends sparks flying; it lights up the skies.

Severus pulls away first, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright. "What now?" he asks carefully, his voice blank. Harry's heart still hasn't stopped racing even though the kiss itself was amazingly innocent.

Harry shrugs. He doesn't know either- he thinks they should spend time together and get comfortable, but damn he wants Severus naked and begging for his cock.

"Let's go do something. D'you wanna go stargaze from the astronomy tower?" Maybe Severus will get cold and they can- does Severus cuddle? Probably not. But at least Harry can cuddle Severus.

"How original." Severus remarks dryly, but the corners of his mouth turn up. Harry kisses the corner of Severus' mouth, grabs his hand and interlocks their fingers, and pulls Severus along.

Severus

Severus doesn't know what he's thinking, because so much is going on. Cheeks still red from his box, lips still tingling from the kiss, heart racing because Harry's holding his hand.

But how long will this last? Harry's going to get bored soon.

"You look so beautiful under the stars," Harry tells him, and Severus gazed over. How can Harry even say that when he looks so much better?

Moonlight glinting on jet black hair and glasses, stars dancing across tan skin and making his eyes shine almost to the point of shimmering. "You are exquisite." Severus did not mean to say that.

"Oh." Severus wants to back away when Harry scoots closer, but his plump, full lips are parted just a bit and Severus is pretty sure one more kiss won't hurt in the long run. He'll end up heartbroken either way; he'll enjoy this while he can.

Their breaths mingle, they're so close that every inch of Severus urges him to lean forward and press their bodies together, their lips together, to lock his arms around Harry and never let him go.

"Severus," Harry murmurs, his own breath ghosting across Severus' lips and sending a shiver down his spine, "If you want this you better come get it because I can't tell."

Scowling at this, Severus' cock hardens just because they're so close and his imagination runs rampant as a teenager's.

Hungry with teeth and tongue, he takes it.

Harry

"Ohhhh." Harry doesn't hold back one bit anymore, because Severus clearly wants this. He can feel the long, elegant fingers dancing deftly over his clothes, pulling, tugging, unbuttoning.

The hard thing poking his thigh matches Harry's own arousal, and each heavenly, bruising kiss drives home the point that Harry has wanted this for far longer than he knew. Far longer.

Maybe since finding Severus that fateful day in the Shrieking Shack.

"Severus," Harry gasps, catching Severus' hands in his own and waiting for Severus to meet his eyes. "If we do this, we do this properly. In a bed. C'mon. Up."

Harry almost sways a bit as they make their way back to Severus' chambers, need dilating his pupils and his scowl marred with heavy breathing.

"Christ, Severus, are you drunk?!" Harry gawks openly at the large number of empty bottles on the kitchen counter, and the several empty glass vials labeled as hangover potions.

"No, Potter, those are merely from last night. Rest assured anything I do comes from me, not liquid courage." Severus gestures towards the bedroom with a pale, thin hand, and Harry grins, yanking him roughly into a kiss before moving his mouth down to Severus' neck.

"Harry," he murmurs right against the cool skin there, gently grabbing Severus' collar and pulling them backwards so he can still kiss Severus on the way to the bedroom. "If you want me to fuck you, you have to call me Harry."

Severus' entire body shudders at the word fuck and the two bodies fall onto the bed together, Harry on top.

Harry's fingers have nearly succeeded in pulling off Severus' clean white undershirt when Severus holds up a hand.

"Wait," he orders, and of course, Harry does.

Harry's hands freeze, but his eyes don't. He wants that bulge unclothed, that arse bare and opened up for him, he wants to toy with Severus' nipples and touch his body feather-light until it writhes beautifully beneath him and that sexy, low voice is begging him for release.

"Pot- Harry. Are we- are you really going to do this? How long are you going to play this game before you call quits?"