The Little Voices

Thanks to the terrifying combined power of Severus, and Hermione, Harry was able to stay in the Potion Master's house of all places, for the holiday without anyone the wiser.

"Here you go," Hermione said two days before the students were to leave for holiday break.

"What is it?" Harry asked taking the wrapped package.

"Something for you and the Professor to enjoy your first night together," Hermione grinned.

We are so getting something involving a skirt for Christmas.

Harry agreed with the voice as he began to open the package, only to be stopped by Hermione, "Wait until you're about to make dinner on the first night." She said at his curious look.

I have a feeling it's a vibrator.

At least it'll make cooking interesting.

Harry blushed.

The day the students were to leave, Harry gathered all his packed things, and headed for Severus's private chambers. The moment he knocked, the door opened, Harry was pulled in, and his mouth was devoured.

"Make yourself at home," Severus purred when he pulled away, eyes sparkling at the flush and dazed look on Harry's face, "I have matters to attend to, I'll be back in the afternoon."

Harry nodded, and with a quick peck on the lips, Severus was gone. Doing as the man said, Harry went about making some hot cocoa, making a face at the fact that it was the packaged kind. After drinking, Harry unshrunk his trunk to take out his cooking journal. Reshrinking the trunk, and placing the item in his pocket, the teen sat down and went through it. He had marked the pages on the recipes he wanted to make during his stay, especially the peach cobbler.

When Severus came back, Harry was still going through his book, humming a holiday tune. The man stood there listening for a moment before making his presence known.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Harry nodded eagerly, making Severus chuckle, after he gathered his things along anything last minute. They went through the floo.

The place they were to be spending their holiday was a vacation home, more specifically the Malfoys' vacation home. Lucius had offered it to Severus, who accepted it. One part because he didn't want Harry to stay in his childhood home, and the other part because he wanted privacy. Something Lucius knew, and despite all his teasing, Severus knew that there wouldn't be any uninvited guests.

"This place is wonderful," Harry said after they finished looking around, practically delighted when he found a bare Christmas tree, and waiting to be hanged decorations, curtsey of Narcissa no doubt.

"Indeed," Severus said.

After putting away their things, Severus called the House-Elf assigned to the place, and Harry gave her a list of everything he needed to make for food.

"And what are you going to do with all that?" Severus asked when the Elf left.

"It's a surprise," Harry teased.

Smirking, Severus pulled the teen close to him, "I like surprises," the man purred in his ear.

Harry shivered.

Take us now.

"Yes please," Harry moaned softly in agreement with voice.

"Please what?" Severus hummed, hands groping that wonderful arse.

Harry whined before pulling the man into a kiss. Severs didn't take him, but Harry's lips were wonderful red, wet, and swollen by the time Elf returned to inform them that the food Harry asked for, had been put away.

~.~

After kicking the man out the kitchen, Harry started on dinner, it's only after he finished washing his hands does the teen remembered the package Hermione gave to him. He went into the bedroom that he and Severus were sharing, taking note that the man wasn't there. After rummaging through his trunk, he found the package, and upon opening it, he blinked.

It was, for lack of better words, a pink frilly apron.

…..Whelp, I guess we can cross one thing off the list.

How, and where did she even get it?

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Harry murmured, staring at it.

We'll leave that to our Chocolate Thunder, just put it on, and finish making dinner. Preferably without any trousers.

Seeing as it was warm enough in the house for it, that wasn't the problem. It was what was going happen should Severus came into the kitchen, and saw him in it.

It was an exciting thought.

After taking off his trousers, he put on the apron, the back tied up in a bow. The apron stopped just a little below his knees, tickling his skin a bit when he walked. With the apron on, Harry headed back to the kitchen, rewashed his hands, and started on dinner.

Harry's not sure how long he was in there, chopping, mixing, and stirring. Humming along to the gentle holiday tunes, he asked the House Elf to play, when an arm came around his waist, startling him.

"And where," purred the very dangerous voice, "did you get this?" And did Harry mention said voice was really close to his ear? Oh, and there were the teeth, nibbling away.

Oh yes, kitchen sex is a go! Squealed one of the voices when Harry felt that wonder cock pressed against the thin layer of the briefs that covered his arse.

Harry pushed back eagerly, getting an amused chuckle, and fingers dancing beneath apron and shirt. "You didn't answer my question," Severus blew teasingly against the teen's ear, his fingers caressing skin.

"E-Early C-Christmas g-gift," Harry gasped when one of his nipples was rubbed.

"Oh?"

Harry nodded, briefly mumbling Hermione's name before he was suddenly being bent over the counter, he blinked dumbly at the white bowl that held the dessert mixing, before jumping when his briefs were pulled down to his ankles. The teen shifted shyly, cheeks red under the hot gaze he could feel.

"Do we have any honey?"

It took a moment for the words to click, when they did, Harry nodded, confused. "In the cupboard, behind you."

As best as he could, he watched over his shoulder as his Professor turned to the get the item, quickly looking away when the man turned back around. Pouting when he heard the man chuckle.

"Hold yourself open for me," the man then rumbled as he twisted off the lid.

While he wasn't a genius like his friend, Harry knew exactly where this was going, so with red cheeks, and inwardly shushing the squealing and screaming voices; Harry did as he was told. Some moments later, he jumped as warm honey dripped and slide down the middle of his arse. It was a lot, probably the whole jar judging by the soft splats hitting the ground. There was a soft thud where the jar was settled, then there were fingers, rubbing the honey seemingly everywhere, paying special attention to his twitching hole.

Harry's cock was nearly unbearably hard, and happily leaking.

Then came the tongue.

Wet, and thick feeling, long slow licking that felt more savoring then teasing, but wonderful all the same. Harry mewled, and wiggled when his hole was teased with quick licks, and he wiggled as bit for more. There was chuckled against his flesh, then lips were sucking at his hole.

"Oh!" Harry gasped, hands letting go to grip at the edge of the counter.

Severus apparently didn't mind, his own hands gripping at Harry's hips, sucking, and licking away like it was his only mission in life.

Harry approved of said mission.

"Professor," the teen moaned, once hand letting go of its grip to wrap around his cock. He doesn't get more than one stroke before his hand is pinched away.

"Professor!" he whined, the whine turned into a hitched gasp when suddenly that wonderful tongue pushed in.

Severus listened in delight at the gasps, moans, and babbling that flowed out of his little lover's mouth. He pulled out, ignoring the whine as he licked at the honey he missed, nibbling on skin. When he suck hard at the wet hole, Harry moaned, pushed back, and came. Severus hummed, held onto hips and kept his assaults going. Listening for any discomfort from the teen now slumped over, but there was nothing but pleased hitches of breath that told the man a lot about his lover.

When he finally pulled away to stand, his knees hurt, and his cock was straining against his trouser. However, the look on Harry's face made up for that.

"…..Is something burning?"

Okay, so maybe burning dinner didn't, but still, points for trying.

Sevvie is a naughty, naughty man. Pretty sure Harry doesn't mind. Also Hermione is starting to scare me, HOW did she know Severus would like the apron? I mean, I know she knows everything, but still...maybe she is a goddess.

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