Warning! - Chapter contains graphic material not suitable for young readers (rated: R)
Chapter 3
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"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!"
Harry, standing at the doorway between the bedroom and master bathroom, held back a laugh as his son jumped up and down beside his bed looking as stern as a four year old can, trying for the fourth time that morning to rouse his daddy.
Severus snorted sleepily and opened his eyes a notch.
"Time s'it?" he questioned Harry in a sleep roughened voice.
"Not too early for once. You should get up and shower - remember, you have to teach new first years today, so you need a full stomach, and food goes fast today."
Severus groaned, pulled the covers closer and turned over in bed.
"What a way to put me off my food."
Harry smiled. They went through this sort of thing every First Day Back that Harry had spent with him. Even Tristan was becoming accustomed to his 'first day of teaching after a holiday of any length' snark, and he'd only been there three years.
"Trist, go wait in your room - see if you can put your Velcro trainers on all by yourself and I'll see if I can get daddy up and washed. Play for a while if we're not in when you finish or if you can't get them on."
Trist looked at his oldest daddy, then at his youngest daddy with a smug expression that clearly said that he got the better side of that deal before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Harry stole to the bed and squirmed under the cover even though he was half-dressed.
He shuffled down his lover's body until he got to his groin, and without any warning took the head of Severus' cock into his mouth.
That woke Severus up.
He groaned as Harry began to give him head, settling back to enjoy his, really rather enjoyable, wake-up call. His hands went down to tangle in Harry's hair, while Harry - aware of the time and the fact that four year olds bore quickly even in a room full of toys - used all the best tricks he knew to bring Severus to orgasm as fast but enjoyably as possible. They worked.
As he sat up, bringing the blankets with him, he complained, "I'll have to brush my teeth again, now."
Severus snorted, this time as a laugh, while he got up and turned on the shower.
"Your own fault. Never asked you to go down on me."
"Never stopped me, either."
"Just use a spell - you'll be eating again anyway in about ten minutes," he observed as he got his clothes out and then stepped into the warm flow of water.
Harry, seeing no fault in his logic, did so, finished dressing, and went to see if Tristan had managed to put his shoes on by himself.
::TBC::
Chapter 3
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"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!"
Harry, standing at the doorway between the bedroom and master bathroom, held back a laugh as his son jumped up and down beside his bed looking as stern as a four year old can, trying for the fourth time that morning to rouse his daddy.
Severus snorted sleepily and opened his eyes a notch.
"Time s'it?" he questioned Harry in a sleep roughened voice.
"Not too early for once. You should get up and shower - remember, you have to teach new first years today, so you need a full stomach, and food goes fast today."
Severus groaned, pulled the covers closer and turned over in bed.
"What a way to put me off my food."
Harry smiled. They went through this sort of thing every First Day Back that Harry had spent with him. Even Tristan was becoming accustomed to his 'first day of teaching after a holiday of any length' snark, and he'd only been there three years.
"Trist, go wait in your room - see if you can put your Velcro trainers on all by yourself and I'll see if I can get daddy up and washed. Play for a while if we're not in when you finish or if you can't get them on."
Trist looked at his oldest daddy, then at his youngest daddy with a smug expression that clearly said that he got the better side of that deal before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Harry stole to the bed and squirmed under the cover even though he was half-dressed.
He shuffled down his lover's body until he got to his groin, and without any warning took the head of Severus' cock into his mouth.
That woke Severus up.
He groaned as Harry began to give him head, settling back to enjoy his, really rather enjoyable, wake-up call. His hands went down to tangle in Harry's hair, while Harry - aware of the time and the fact that four year olds bore quickly even in a room full of toys - used all the best tricks he knew to bring Severus to orgasm as fast but enjoyably as possible. They worked.
As he sat up, bringing the blankets with him, he complained, "I'll have to brush my teeth again, now."
Severus snorted, this time as a laugh, while he got up and turned on the shower.
"Your own fault. Never asked you to go down on me."
"Never stopped me, either."
"Just use a spell - you'll be eating again anyway in about ten minutes," he observed as he got his clothes out and then stepped into the warm flow of water.
Harry, seeing no fault in his logic, did so, finished dressing, and went to see if Tristan had managed to put his shoes on by himself.
::TBC::