A/N: Me thinks Severus has had that cake before ;)

The Little Voices

Icing covered fingers pressed against red wet lips, slipping into the warm wet heat when those lips shyly opened. On instinct, Harry sucked, and licked, cleaning off the sweet rich icing, cheeks flushing under Severus's gaze that grew dark as he watched the young wizard; Harry's painfully hard cock twitching, and leaking.

"So eager," Severus purred when he pulled his fingers away, and Harry followed with a soft whine, "and submissive, are you always like this with your lovers?"

Harry blinked, and it took a moment for the words to process into his foggy brain.

What lovers?

We had lovers? Since when, and why were we not informed of said lovers?

"Erm, I've never done anything with anyone, I k-kissed once but—" Harry was interrupted by his Potion Master's mouth descending upon his, biting licking and sucking until he was panting, and trembling.

"You don't know how pleasing it is to hear that," Severus rumbled, before nuzzling into the young man's neck.

"P-Professor," Harry moaned when the man started biting, licking and sucking at his neck.

Severus hummed then sucked hard, Harry mewled, whining when the man pulled away. Dark eyes gleaming possessively as he stared at the wet forming bruise, he leaned in to lick at it before turning his attention downward. Harry jumped when a hand pressed against his tented groin, Severus unbuttoned, and unzipped, then he slipped his hand inside, pass the boy's boxers and pulled out his cock. Once again, Harry found himself blushing as Severus stared down at his cock, blush going darker when the man complimented it.

Chuckling, Severus looked at the cake, and promptly scooped up as much icing as possible.

"Oh!" Harry gasped when the same icing covered hand wrapped around his cock.

Severus grinned as he tightened his grip, and moved his hand up and down. Harry moaned, spreading his legs wider when his head was swiped by a thumb. The Potion Master nuzzled back into Harry neck, and worked on making another mark, his hand moving faster and just a little tighter.

"P-Professor," Harry gasped, his hips twitching into the moving hand.

Youth had Harry coming embarrassing quick, spilling all over Severus's hand, and a bit on the man's robe.

"M'sorry." Harry mumbled from where he slumped against the man after he was spent.

Severus said nothing as he brought up, and stared at his dirty hand. Then, when he was sure he had his student's attention, licked his fingers.

Harry just turned red, and hid his face in the man's shoulder.

~.~

Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower late into the night, eyes dazed, lips red, and swollen. His clothing was ruffled, and there are big forming bruises all over his neck.

Ron was waiting for him.

"Harry?" said Ron slightly worried, "are you okay mate?"

"….Cake…" Harry said in a stupor tone as he made his way up to his room.

"Must have been good cake."

~.~

If there was ever a time that Severus was grateful for a Tuesday, it was today. On Tuesdays, he didn't have sixth year Gryffindor. Which meant, he didn't have to spend an hour with Po—Harry, not that it was a good thing. It just meant he had time to think without any distraction. Yes, he saw the boy at breakfast, and was disappointed to see the marks he had left hidden. But Harry had glanced at him, turned an adorable red, turned away and refused to look at him again. He skipped lunch because he had papers to grade, and dinner was pretty much the same. Now, alone in his private quarters, Severus thought about that night.

After he had finished teasing the boy, and declining the offer to help with his….problem, Severus had spent most of the time marking up the boy's neck, and using his hand to make the boy come a second time. Then he fed Harry the strawberries that had been decorated on the cake with his mouth, and whatever else of the cake that had survived the same way. And, done with that, and with one last kiss. He had sent the boy on his way, just as he was. Some deprived part of him, enjoying the thought of someone stumbling upon the boy's rumbled state. A state he was responsible for.

Now, he was thinking over his actions, even though he said he wouldn't.

No, he does not regret what he had done, even if it had been rushed, and impulsive. No. He was thinking about what to do now?

Well, he knew what he wanted to do, but what of Harry? Did the boy want to continue? Or stop? Yes, Harry had admitted that he was infatuated with the man, but was that all? Did the boy want a relationship? Or just a bit of fun?

"It'd be easier if I just ask the boy." Severus thought.

And he would, once he wasn't currently feeling afraid again.

One hour, and one self-hand job after he got distracted by the memory of that night, Severus decided to say screw it and worked on writing a note for the morning.

~.~

Okay, we can agree that last night was amazing. But we really need to get that blushing of yours under control.

"I can't help it." Harry whispered quietly as to not wake his roommates who were currently sleeping.

Well, try! Or else our sexy demon is going to think something is wrong with you!

Pretty sure it's too late for that.

Harry groaned, and buried his face into his pillow.

Morning came, and with it, a letter to meet a certain Professor tonight at eight. In the man's private rooms. Harry finally risked a glance at the man he had been avoiding looking at since he entered the Great Hall.

Severus was staring right him with that same dirty smirk from last night.

"Harry, I'm starting to think you may have a condition." Hermione said when she turned, and saw how very red her friend's face was.

Eight pm came, and Harry, once again dressed to impress was knocking on his professor's door.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

Seriously, that voice should be registered as a lethal weapon.

"G-Good evening Professor," Harry stuttered out.

"No gift this time?" Severus teased when he noticed the boy was empty handed.

"Oh! Erm, I could—"

"I was teasing, come in."

Harry shuffled in, shivering when the door closed, and the door softly clicked into place.

"Have a seat, we have much to discuss," Severus said after a moment.

Harry settled down on the man's couch, and his very much disappointed when Severus settled down in the chair across from him. It must have shown on his face, because Severus's face….soften for lack of better words, and oddly enough that made Harry feel better.

"I want to discuss what happened last night," Severus began, "I will admit, I enjoyed it, very much."

That purr is going to send us to an early grave.

Harry's face just turned red.

He may really have a condition.

"However, I find myself wondering, what is it you want of this relationship?"

Sex.

So. Much. Sex.

"Not just that," Harry huffed to them.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Erm, I mean—"

True, but it's still on the top of the list.

Right above kinky sex, and bunnies.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"What?" Asked Severus.

Ignoring the voices that were currently going through the "list", Harry cleared his throat, "I mean, I want more, of us." He said, very much aware that he was starting babbling, "and not just sex. I want dates, and stuff, not at school of course!"

Harry continued on, talking about the keeping the man's reputation among other things. After a while, Harry's babbling dissolved into nonsense that Severus listened to with a quickly growing fondness. Eyes sparkling with amusement when the teen's arms started flailing, Severus stood up, and went over, he cupped Harry's cheeks, bent down and kissed him. When he pulled away, Harry was silent, eyes big in surprised.

"I want that as well," the Potion Master chuckled.

Severus watched at the words slowly sunk in, and click. Once it did, Harry's eyes got bigger and he may have or may not have squealed.

Depending on whom you asked.

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