Lunch went more smoothly. Harry settled in calmly and ate his macaroni and cheese with the plastic spoon provided. His bottle was emptied quickly once he realized it again had vanilla mixed in. The bath was a poor choice, since he was covered from nose to navel in cheese sauce.

"Awl done daddy!" he said gleefully with a literal cheesy grin.

"Good job, bug!" Severus removed the tray and went to work on cleaning him up with a warmed cloth.

Harry fussed and wriggled like a worm. "No daddy! No wipey!"

Severus sighed and unlatched his little one from the highchair. He pulled him close to his chest and began to walk to the nursery, preparing to rock the little one to sleep. He lost himself briefly in thought at how much his life had changed so suddenly over the course of the last 24 hours.

Harry's eyes were tired, stifling a yawn that could be felt trembling down his body. Severus pulled him in the rocking chair, and began to set a rhythm for sleep.

Back and forth, back and forth, like waves on an ocean trying to pull them under with the tide. His thoughts rolled in and out with the pacing of the chair. He watched Harry, so little, with so much happening in his head. Severus lost himself in watching the boy's playback of the day so far. He was angry at Severus in the dungeon and felt targeted by the man's wrath. He wanted to prove that he could handle himself, and not appear weak. The regression had truly startled him, and fear bloomed from the pit of his stomach in the first hours of their "training". He had never felt this vulnerable before and worried that this would cause him to shatter. The things that stood out in Harry's mind the most were the diaper training (having to urinate and defecate), the discipline, and the sexual play. His little mind played it over and over, almost a taunt to Severus' resolve. Suddenly, the pictures in front of him were on repeat. Harry and Severus rocking, safe and sound, and the feeling inside of Harry was simply peace. When he pulled himself free of the little one's mind, he saw that Harry was sound asleep.

Severus had planned to lay him in his crib, to clean up after the morning's shenanigans, but he found himself under a spell that kept him put. He thought back to how the 24 hours had impacted him. The incredible anger he had at the boy's disrespect in the classroom, the feeling of malevolence when he slipped him the potion to make him little, the shock of knowing the boy had never orgasmed and he was the first to provide that type of pleasure, having Harry offer pleasure in return, and the feeling of love for taking care of the boy. He never felt so full as he did right now, holding him while he slept .He rocked Harry the entire 2 hours of his nap, dipping in his head to find different scenes of bliss.

Harry's dreams changed drastically the closer he came to waking. The dream was intensely vivid and all surrounding Snape. Snape was running his hands down his back, firmly, loosening the muscles that held knots from years of stress. His strong, sure hands worked at the kinks, and allowed them to melt into a puddle of heated goo. He felt his underwear being slipped off, down the legs, and past the ankles. He had on nothing. The hands continued to mold from the heel, up towards the calves, thighs, and land on his buttocks. Insistent hands rubbing his cheeks, he felt himself grind into anything that would provide friction. His penis, hard as granite, sought relief. His cheeks were spread by the still working hands, and his bottom clenched in anticipation. An insistent force kept prodding at his sphincter, causing a twitch to run down his leg. He felt himself relax, and grant passage as his walls were rubbed deeply and fiercely. He heard a zipper, and removal of clothes. Something bigger, and more demanding, pushing at his hole. A burn etched itself inside of him, as if engulfed by a fire of pleasure. He began praying for something – damnation, salvation, or relief he didn't know. Words fell out of his mouth like a song.

"Daddy!" He moaned, while his eyes flew open, taking in his surroundings. His hips still gyrating from the overwhelming dream, he felt the urge for orgasm. His daddy's eyes appraised what was happening.

"Quite a dream there baby boy," he panted, eyes dilated, nostrils flared, as Harry felt a growing lump beneath him in daddy's lap, his own growing still in his diaper.

Harry squirmed, trying to pull at Severus. "Pease," he whined, tears in the corner of his eyes. Harry shifted, turning on daddy's lap, rubbing into his erection. "Want…" He put his hands at the back of his diaper, trying to pull it down.

"Don't be daft," Severus said, a hint of irritation coloring his words. "You're nowhere near ready for that baby. It was a dream."

Harry cried, rubbing as much as he could over his daddy's pee-pee. "I want it, I want it" he kept hearing in his head. "I want it inside of me, burning me, making me his…"

"I said no here baby," his daddy touched his bottom star so gently he twitched. Daddy pulled up his diaper so he was covered again. "But you can play with daddy some, if you want." He unbuttoned and zipped down his fly. The bulge in his black underwear presenting itself to Harry's eager hands.

Harry looked back in his daddy's face, his eyes still dilated. He looked like he was burning as much from Harry's dream as he was. A quick gulp to smother some of the fear, and Harry pulled quickly at the elastic waist band, a large, heavy, cock sprung free. "Daddy is so happy with me" is the thought that ran loops through his head.

Using both hands, Harry wrapped around his cock. He had never done this to himself, much less another guy. The potion gave his hands less coordination than he was used to. His fine motor struggled, and his moves were awkward. He looked to his daddy, his eyes saying help.

Severus sighed, and put a hand over Harry's. Up down, up down, up squeeze. He repeated the movement over and over and over until Harry got the rhythm of it. He laid his head back as Harry worked his cock. His hands were so soft and still unrefined in the art of jacking him off, it made Severus crazy.

Harry watched as he held his daddy in his hands, up and down the velvet steel shaft. His cock curved more than his own and was unyielding. It bobbed with each movement, especially when he squeezed the head. But no pre-come escaped, and Harry decided that daddy was too dry. He looked into his daddy's face, his eyes were closed, so no wisdom could come from him. Harry braced himself and placed his mouth on daddy's fat head. A groan and twitch shuddered down his daddy.

"Fuck, Harry, fuck…" He whispered. His eyes stayed closed.

It was a lot of cock. Harry was not sure how to proceed, so he stayed near the head, afraid he would choke on his daddy. Drool flooded his mouth, and he used it to swirl around the too dry head. Daddy's thighs opened wide, and his hands found Harry's head.

"Please baby, be careful," Daddy said in a tight voice. He could feel the fingers in his hair, like fighting the urge to shove his baby's head down, but so desperately wanting to. Harry took the cue, and downed more of his cock in his mouth, letting the drool come out of the sides of his lips. He sucked and used his tongue to wet all the dry places around daddy.

Daddy's cock shoved itself further in his mouth and he gagged. "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry,… so fucking good." Harry blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and calmed his breathing. His heart swelled as his daddy praised his oral skills. Harry worked his mouth up and down like his daddy showed him to do with his hands. Soon they found their pace, and his daddy was slowly and gently fucking his mouth.

"Har… Harry… I'm… I'm going to come…" Daddy whispered, panic in his voice. Harry took him in his mouth deeply… Once… twice… and he felt his daddy's balls tighten. His daddy pulled him off, and he saw the white, come spurt out of him. Daddy vanished it before he could get a taste. "Fuck…" he whispered and pulled Harry close. "Fuck baby, that was so good. Are you ok?"

Harry grinned, getting close to his daddy. "Yay daddy, baby did good?"

"Very good…." He panted and closed his eyes. He looked ready for his own nap.

Harry continued to shift in his diaper, rubbing himself against his daddy slightly. A desperate whine escaped his lips. An eye cracked open and his daddy looked at him. "Time to get to work little one."

Harry's excitement bottomed out, thinking "You're going to leave me wanting…?!"