Lounging in Severus' four-poster curtained bed, Harry was enjoying the morning rays of sun shooting through the windows. The sheets were messy, strewn everywhere from last nights activities. He was warm and content. Harry imagined this was how house cats felt. Everything felt right in the world, he was just dozing off back to sleep when his lover began to speak.

"I don't believe that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing your hair so long and messy, Potter." Severus remarked as he finished buttoning up his clothing. He gazed at Harry's soft naked skin. Remembering its taste.

After the war, Harry and Severus both filled teaching positions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Both believing they would not stay long. It had been three years. Snape had reassumed his position teaching potions, and Harry snagged the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, which had greatly angered Snape... before Harry had become his lover. Severus had to admit, there was no one better for the job.

"Why are you up so early, its a Saturday. Come back to bed and lay with me, love." Harry requested.

"As much as that would be enjoyable, I have too much lesson preparation to do." Snape replied.

"Boring..." he replied.

"I'll see you for lunch, the house-elf's will prepare us a picnic if you'd like." Snape said as he walked towards the door.

"Wait..." Harry said quietly. Snape stopped and looked back. "Last night was... wonderful."

Harry was sure Severus smiled as he walked out the door. It was always hard to elicit affection from such a prickly man, but last night was exceptionally passionate. Probably their most ardent love making ever, and they had made love many times. Harry couldn't put his finger on why last night was so special, but it was uniquely wonderful.

The pair had both been caught up with endless teaching duties which included lesson planning, preparing students for their OWLS, and simply just returning to the rhythms of normal life.

The war was hard, as had been Harry's and Snape's whole lives. Would it be even possible to have a happy and relaxed life? Voldemort, the war and all of the tragically lost lives were becoming nothing but a memory, a slight ache in Harry's chest that only disappeared when he was with Severus.

The rays of sunlight were rising through the bedchamber, Harry lazily glanced at yesterdays clothing strewn on the floor where Severus had slowly undressed him, kissing his way down Harry's body, running his hands all over his bare skin.

There were hickeys left behind on his stomach, and as Harry lowered the bedsheet glancing inside his butt cheeks, the hickeys were deep purple. Severus always left marks. Evidence of a passionate night that stayed with Harry for a while.

Harry slowly and sensuously ran his hands up his neck, then slowly felt down his chest, stomach and navel. He remembered last nights events, how wonderful his body had felt. No one else but Severus can make his loins so hot.


"Haven't you had enough butterbeer, Harry?" Severus had asked, in his low husky voice.

"Am I in trouble?" Harry had asked playfully, whispering in Snape's ear.

The potions master stroked Harry's face, noticing how this simple action brought the blood rushing to Harry's already flushed cheeks and lips.
The beautiful man truly had no shame, thought Severus.

They undressed each other slowly, feeling every bare inch of skin that was revealed, touching every place on each others body.

Snape had spun Harry around fast, pushing him towards the bed.

Snape bent Harry over, knowing this was how he liked it, how he had craved and enjoyed it previously.

With Harry's arse revealed to the open air, Snape dove his face into Harry's arse, eating it with slow passionate strokes of the tongue.

Harry moaned a desperate moan with every rotation of Snape's tongue around his arsehole.

Begging for more, Snape entered Harry.

The sex was slow, desperate and the climax for both men, when it finally came, felt that it lasted a lifetime.


Harry lounged in the sunlight, passing between sleep and wakefulness, waiting for Severus to return so they can picnic together.