Warning! - Chapter contains graphic material not suitable for young readers (rated: Hard R)
Chapter 2
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When Harry arrived at the dungeons, Tristan was just about to nod off. Harry gave him a kiss on the forehead and a whispered goodnight. The small boy was out like a light by the time Harry had left the room and taken off his outer robes, and so Harry quickly found himself wrapped from behind in strong arms that smelt of baby shampoo. He leant back into the solid chest and closed his eyes, happy, before reminding Severus about the Slytherins and informing him about how he smelt - not that he was complaining, it was a nice smell, but he was sure it would be detrimental to Severus' scary image.
Half an hour later he was laid out so that his upper body rested on Severus' and his legs spread out the length of the couch, a glass of red wine in his hand.
"So, were the comments bad?"
Severus started to run his fingers through Harry's hair, making the younger man sigh and shuffle so his head was in the older man's lap.
"Not so much, although I did end up insulting Sinistra."
"She's a Slytherin, she'll get over it."
Harry winced.
"I sort-of implied that she didn't age well."
The fingers stopped suddenly.
"She's a woman; she'll hold a grudge against you for that no matter what house she was in at school."
"I know, but I don't care - she was being un-needfully nosey."
The fingers started moving again.
"Anyway, after her questions I left, so I expect some more at breakfast tomorrow."
"What do they know?"
"Well, I didn't tell them when we started our relationship, although I gave them a rather vague answer, so they're going to assume anyway. Uhm… I told them why we have Trist and where we got him from in general terms… oh, and that you read him at night."
Harry's face was griped by the chin with a firm hand and turned to face Severus.
"If you told them about the voices, I'll have to do something decidedly nasty to you."
"Is that a promise?" Harry asked, with a lusty look on his face.
"You did, didn't you?"
Now Harry looked chastised.
"Only Sinistra and Sprout… although the rest of the staff table was listening rather hard. No students know, though."
He looked hopeful and adorable, and Severus sighed and let go of the chin in his hand.
"I suppose that's something."
"So you're not going to do some decidedly nasty things to me, then? Aw, and I was looking forward to it!"
"I never said I wasn't."
Harry set his wine down, turned around and set Severus' down, then proceeded to kiss who he thought of as his husband, even if it would never be legal, within an inch of his life.
Suddenly Harry pulled back and stood up, offering his hand to Severus. He got a questioning look in return.
"Take me to bed and make love to me."
The hand was readily taken and Severus let himself be led into the bedroom. They each undressed and went about their nightly routines, knowing they didn't have to hurry because the other would wait patiently and still pounce on him when he got into bed.
Harry finished last and was pounced on by Severus. They shared a series of relaxed, minty-toothpastey kisses.
Severus slowly slid his hands down Harry's smooth, tanned skin, all over his chest and sides, before lowering his head and planting soft kisses on the area of his neck, shoulders and upper chest while Harry held his head loosely in his hands, his own head resting on the pillow, eyes closed and contentedly aroused smile on his face.
His breath hitched and expression changed - his mouth a little circle of silent, 'oh' - when Severus took one of his nipples into his mouth after circling the areola with his tongue.
It was quite a while before Severus was satisfied with that one and allowed him self to move onto the next one. The combination of the cool air on one wet, sensitive nipple and a hot, moist mouth on the other made Harry arch up into his lover, who let the nipple slide out after a time and brought his mouth back up to Harry's. In this fashion they explored each other's bodies, enjoying the slow foreplay.
Their speed was unhurried and there were no words spoken - each knew the other almost as well as him self, so there was no need for any other type of communication than that which they were using now. There was the occasional sharp intake of breath or moan when a sensitive part of their body got sucked or touched or licked or nibbled, but no directions or pleas were uttered until Harry spoke.
"Take me tonight?"
He was answered with a kiss and a hand sliding down to his backside. Severus kissed his way down Harry's torso and groin before flipping him over and starting again on his back. Finally his lips made their way to the crack between Harry's firm arse cheeks and his tongue flickered over the puckered entrance before pushing down more firmly.
Harry let out a sharp, 'ah!' of pleasure and pushed back on it, felt the wet muscle sliding slowly into him, stroking the tight ring of muscle, massaging and slowly relaxing it.
When Severus eventually pulled back, Harry was very aroused and thoroughly ready to be penetrated. As he turned back over on his back, Severus slid around so that he was not-quite side on. From the top of the dresser by the bed he plucked the jar of lubricant and spread some liberally on his cock.
Sliding between Harry's legs and finally into the warm, tight grip of Harry's arse, both men broke the silence once more.
"You feel so good, Harry."
"Mmm," Harry moaned, as they manoeuvred so that Severus was on top of him, looking down.
Holding Harry's neck with one hand and himself up with the other arm, he slowly thrust into Harry, the heat and pressure surrounding him drawing out a growl.
Harry moaned again and brought his arms up around the older man's sturdy torso, pulling him closer.
As the slow, unhurried thrusting continued, they kissed deeply and passionately. Had anyone seen them, there would have been no doubt that they were very much in love - this was their physical expression of it.
They alternated between staring at each other and kissing, Severus sometimes stroking Harry's cheek with his thumb and Harry running his fingertips over Severus' chest, sides and back, their breathing deep but steady.
It was a long time before Harry brought his legs up and wrapped them around Severus' waist, deepening the angle of Severus' thrusts. He now hit Harry's prostate with every stroke, the sensation causing Harry to throw his head back and scrunch his eyes closed, his breath coming faster and more shallow.
Severus moved his hand from the side of Harry's face, down in between them, gripping Harry's cock, his supporting arm now beginning to shake a little. He started pumping in time to his speeding strokes, and soon they got lost in the passion. The need to climax overwhelmed them and they moved faster, Severus thrusting deeper and more quickly and Harry meeting him every time.
Harry started panting as Severus hand moved faster and more firmly up and down his length. With a loud cry of, 'Severus!' and an arching of his back, he came over said man's stomach.
The tensing of the muscles around him and his name cried in passion by the man he loved caused Severus to lose control and pound heavily into his lover until, not too long after, he released himself into Harry with a low noise, somewhere between a growl and a groan and Harry's name.
Harry pulled him to him and kissed him slowly and often; little open-mouthed kisses, which got longer as Severus' breathing calmed.
Finally Severus pulled out and a cleansing charm took care of the mess. Harry rolled into Severus' arms and felt himself spoon into the taller form behind him.
He lifted his head from the pillow and turned it to give Severus one last kiss before sleep.
"Love you," he whispered into the dark.
Arms came around him, tight but not too tight across his stomach. A kiss was planted into his messy hair and he felt the warm breath tickle across his skin as a soft, 'love you. Sleep well,' reached his ear.
He half hummed, half sighed agreeably and fell gently into a deep, contented sleep, but not before he heard the soft breath of his older lover even out and felt the grip around him loosen by a degree.
::TBC::
Chapter 2
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When Harry arrived at the dungeons, Tristan was just about to nod off. Harry gave him a kiss on the forehead and a whispered goodnight. The small boy was out like a light by the time Harry had left the room and taken off his outer robes, and so Harry quickly found himself wrapped from behind in strong arms that smelt of baby shampoo. He leant back into the solid chest and closed his eyes, happy, before reminding Severus about the Slytherins and informing him about how he smelt - not that he was complaining, it was a nice smell, but he was sure it would be detrimental to Severus' scary image.
Half an hour later he was laid out so that his upper body rested on Severus' and his legs spread out the length of the couch, a glass of red wine in his hand.
"So, were the comments bad?"
Severus started to run his fingers through Harry's hair, making the younger man sigh and shuffle so his head was in the older man's lap.
"Not so much, although I did end up insulting Sinistra."
"She's a Slytherin, she'll get over it."
Harry winced.
"I sort-of implied that she didn't age well."
The fingers stopped suddenly.
"She's a woman; she'll hold a grudge against you for that no matter what house she was in at school."
"I know, but I don't care - she was being un-needfully nosey."
The fingers started moving again.
"Anyway, after her questions I left, so I expect some more at breakfast tomorrow."
"What do they know?"
"Well, I didn't tell them when we started our relationship, although I gave them a rather vague answer, so they're going to assume anyway. Uhm… I told them why we have Trist and where we got him from in general terms… oh, and that you read him at night."
Harry's face was griped by the chin with a firm hand and turned to face Severus.
"If you told them about the voices, I'll have to do something decidedly nasty to you."
"Is that a promise?" Harry asked, with a lusty look on his face.
"You did, didn't you?"
Now Harry looked chastised.
"Only Sinistra and Sprout… although the rest of the staff table was listening rather hard. No students know, though."
He looked hopeful and adorable, and Severus sighed and let go of the chin in his hand.
"I suppose that's something."
"So you're not going to do some decidedly nasty things to me, then? Aw, and I was looking forward to it!"
"I never said I wasn't."
Harry set his wine down, turned around and set Severus' down, then proceeded to kiss who he thought of as his husband, even if it would never be legal, within an inch of his life.
Suddenly Harry pulled back and stood up, offering his hand to Severus. He got a questioning look in return.
"Take me to bed and make love to me."
The hand was readily taken and Severus let himself be led into the bedroom. They each undressed and went about their nightly routines, knowing they didn't have to hurry because the other would wait patiently and still pounce on him when he got into bed.
Harry finished last and was pounced on by Severus. They shared a series of relaxed, minty-toothpastey kisses.
Severus slowly slid his hands down Harry's smooth, tanned skin, all over his chest and sides, before lowering his head and planting soft kisses on the area of his neck, shoulders and upper chest while Harry held his head loosely in his hands, his own head resting on the pillow, eyes closed and contentedly aroused smile on his face.
His breath hitched and expression changed - his mouth a little circle of silent, 'oh' - when Severus took one of his nipples into his mouth after circling the areola with his tongue.
It was quite a while before Severus was satisfied with that one and allowed him self to move onto the next one. The combination of the cool air on one wet, sensitive nipple and a hot, moist mouth on the other made Harry arch up into his lover, who let the nipple slide out after a time and brought his mouth back up to Harry's. In this fashion they explored each other's bodies, enjoying the slow foreplay.
Their speed was unhurried and there were no words spoken - each knew the other almost as well as him self, so there was no need for any other type of communication than that which they were using now. There was the occasional sharp intake of breath or moan when a sensitive part of their body got sucked or touched or licked or nibbled, but no directions or pleas were uttered until Harry spoke.
"Take me tonight?"
He was answered with a kiss and a hand sliding down to his backside. Severus kissed his way down Harry's torso and groin before flipping him over and starting again on his back. Finally his lips made their way to the crack between Harry's firm arse cheeks and his tongue flickered over the puckered entrance before pushing down more firmly.
Harry let out a sharp, 'ah!' of pleasure and pushed back on it, felt the wet muscle sliding slowly into him, stroking the tight ring of muscle, massaging and slowly relaxing it.
When Severus eventually pulled back, Harry was very aroused and thoroughly ready to be penetrated. As he turned back over on his back, Severus slid around so that he was not-quite side on. From the top of the dresser by the bed he plucked the jar of lubricant and spread some liberally on his cock.
Sliding between Harry's legs and finally into the warm, tight grip of Harry's arse, both men broke the silence once more.
"You feel so good, Harry."
"Mmm," Harry moaned, as they manoeuvred so that Severus was on top of him, looking down.
Holding Harry's neck with one hand and himself up with the other arm, he slowly thrust into Harry, the heat and pressure surrounding him drawing out a growl.
Harry moaned again and brought his arms up around the older man's sturdy torso, pulling him closer.
As the slow, unhurried thrusting continued, they kissed deeply and passionately. Had anyone seen them, there would have been no doubt that they were very much in love - this was their physical expression of it.
They alternated between staring at each other and kissing, Severus sometimes stroking Harry's cheek with his thumb and Harry running his fingertips over Severus' chest, sides and back, their breathing deep but steady.
It was a long time before Harry brought his legs up and wrapped them around Severus' waist, deepening the angle of Severus' thrusts. He now hit Harry's prostate with every stroke, the sensation causing Harry to throw his head back and scrunch his eyes closed, his breath coming faster and more shallow.
Severus moved his hand from the side of Harry's face, down in between them, gripping Harry's cock, his supporting arm now beginning to shake a little. He started pumping in time to his speeding strokes, and soon they got lost in the passion. The need to climax overwhelmed them and they moved faster, Severus thrusting deeper and more quickly and Harry meeting him every time.
Harry started panting as Severus hand moved faster and more firmly up and down his length. With a loud cry of, 'Severus!' and an arching of his back, he came over said man's stomach.
The tensing of the muscles around him and his name cried in passion by the man he loved caused Severus to lose control and pound heavily into his lover until, not too long after, he released himself into Harry with a low noise, somewhere between a growl and a groan and Harry's name.
Harry pulled him to him and kissed him slowly and often; little open-mouthed kisses, which got longer as Severus' breathing calmed.
Finally Severus pulled out and a cleansing charm took care of the mess. Harry rolled into Severus' arms and felt himself spoon into the taller form behind him.
He lifted his head from the pillow and turned it to give Severus one last kiss before sleep.
"Love you," he whispered into the dark.
Arms came around him, tight but not too tight across his stomach. A kiss was planted into his messy hair and he felt the warm breath tickle across his skin as a soft, 'love you. Sleep well,' reached his ear.
He half hummed, half sighed agreeably and fell gently into a deep, contented sleep, but not before he heard the soft breath of his older lover even out and felt the grip around him loosen by a degree.
::TBC::