Riding out their pleasure, still clutching each other tightly, they caught their breath, sharing sweet kisses every so often, pressing their cheeks together.

*

Chapter 19

Saturday. Finally. Harry's beautiful big green eyes fluttered open as he took a deep breath, seemingly embracing the new day. What on earth has gotten into me? Severus scowled at himself as his thoughts took a rather sickly sweet turn. I've been spending far too much time with Dumbledore... he shook his head, clearing away the ghastly thoughts, before returning his attention to his young lover.

He wrapped his arms around the boy tightly, pulling him in for a sweet embrace.

"Who'd have thought? Severus Snape likes to snuggle!" Harry's sleepy voice chimed, teasing him. He gave a mock scowl before hugging the brat tighter.

"No one would ever believe you, you asinine mongrel." At this comment, he received a laugh and a kiss. His cheek tingled slightly when the soft lips pulled away.

"Grumpy old bastard."

"Brat."

"Bat."

"Dog."

"Git."

"Whelp."

"Uh… mean… guy." At this last, terrible attempt, Severus chuckled.

"Indeed." He pulled away, sitting up. "Breakfast?"

"Indeed." Harry grinned over at him as he replaced his glasses, sitting up as well.

"Good. I'll have scones while you're at it." Severus lay back down, closing his eyes, enjoying the light-hearted banter. He'd never had this type of relationship before.

"Heh. Well, next time you can make the breakfast. Do you want jam?" He opened one eye, wondering why the boy was complying.

"Well… yes. But… I was joking, you dunderhead." He rolled his eyes, but not willing to pass up breakfast in bed. Especially after last night.

"I know," he shrugged. "But now you owe me." He grinned again before getting up and sauntering out to the living room.

"Little shit…" Severus mumbled, closing his eyes once more.

*

Harry made it to the living room, stretching as he went. He'd forgotten he'd have to order from a House Elf. Good thing I have Dobby around. Or this could be awkward… He gave a silent chuckle, shaking his head at the imagined scenario between himself and some random Elf. He amused himself sometimes.

"What is Harry Potter wanting for breakfast?" The squeaky voice that suddenly chimed made Harry jump about a foot in the air. He hadn't even called the bloody Elf! He clasped a hand over his heart, taking a breath to try and steady it.

"Don't do that, Dobby! You scared the b'Jesus out of me!" He ran a hand through his hair and laughed. "But, I'll have a plate of scones with strawberry jam for Severus… and I'll have porridge. And, we'll both have coffee. Thanks." He managed to get the last word in before the amused Elf disappeared to the kitchen.

Harry made to sit down on the couch, only to realise… I'm naked! Fuck! He felt his face flush hotly as he realised what exactly Dobby had been amused about. Fuckfuckfuck… little bastard didn't tell me! He winced as he finally sat, his poor rump quite tender from the night before. He grinned, remembering how absolutely wonderful Severus had made his first time. He's such a wonderful person… Giving a rather dreamy sigh (which, in no way at all, was girly), Harry covered his shame with a cushion, waiting for Dobby to return with the breakfast.

*

Severus scrubbed his face with his hands, willing himself to wake up a little more. He had the day to himself and was looking forward to spending some time with Harry. Though, he'd never admit that to the boy. He smiled his small, Severus Smile as he thought about the night before; how beautiful his young lover had looked when he was delirious with tortured pleasure, begging for more. He groaned, getting up. This time, I'll pee before anything else... he shook his head, thanking whatever higher power there was that he'd not lost his hold on his bladder the morning Harry'd decided to wake him up so nicely. He probably wouldn't have swallowed if I'd lost it… he grimaced at the nasty thought, hauling himself out of bed and into the bathroom.

*

Dobby finally made his return, holding a large silver tray full of Harry's requested foods, and much more. There was a bowl of fruit salad and a platter of pancakes accompanied by a pitcher of orange juice.

"Dobby… I didn't ask for all this," said Harry, his eyes widening at the large amount before him. The Elf gave a wicked little smile before replying.

"Dobby knows, Harry Potter… but Harry Potter is a growing Wizard. He is needing his strength." He blinked a little too innocently before popping away, leaving the tray on the coffee table. Harry just shook his head, muttering to himself about crazy house elves as he picked up the tray, taking it back to the bedroom.

*

Severus came out of the bathroom to see Harry sitting on the bed, under the covers, his lap covered by a large tray with piles of food. Marvelling at the amount, he joined the young man in the bed.

"Breakfast?" Offered Harry, his mouth full of porridge.

"Thank you," he accepted the plate of scones.

"Jam?" The twinkle in the boy's eyes was a little off-putting. Severus narrowed his eyes.

"What did you put in it?" He sniffed the jar, not taking his eyes off the boy.

"Severus," he gave a famous, Harry Potter dead-pan look, "I didn't poison it. If I did, I'd never forgive myself." Severus relaxed, spreading some on his scones. "I'd hate myself if I did something stupid enough to land me in Azkaban before I could really start living outside of school." He smirked, as the Potions Master paused, the first scone half-way to his mouth. Severus scowled, bringing his free hand up to flick Harry's forehead, before taking a bite.

At the taste of the jam, he almost choked.

"Strawberry?" he drawled, covering his slight embarrassment. Harry smirked, popping a grape in his mouth.

"Yes," he drawled around the grape before chewing slowly. "I thought you liked strawberry flavoured confections." His smirk didn't leave his face as he took another mouthful of porridge.

"How ever did you know?" Asked Severus, dryly.

"Just a hunch," he blinked innocently, licking a stray oat from his lip.

*

Noticing Severus' eyes dart to the quick action of his tongue, Harry smiled, taking a sip of his coffee, slowly trailing it along his top lip, enjoying the look in his professor's eyes.

Next thing he knew, the food had been spelled to the bedside table, and he was on his back, Severus above him.

"Tease," whispered Severus, his face barely an inch from Harry's.

"Never," he smiled, licking his lips once more, wishing Severus was just a little closer so he'd be able to lick him as well.

Severus took his lips in a kiss, gently gripping his bottom lip with his teeth, before plunging in his tongue. Harry mentally whooped in victory as he sucked the invading appendage, bringing his hands up to fist in Severus' hair. Finally, a real kiss good morning!

*

Severus savoured the taste of his lover. He rather enjoyed Harry's own sweet taste infused with coffee. He found it was his new favourite. If only he could somehow put it into one of his edible lubricants… He moaned as his tongue received a harsh suck before he felt the boy pull away. He was about to protest when he felt the lips latch on to his neck, a hint of teeth tugging his skin, obviously intending to leave a mark. He tilted his head to the side, giving Harry easier access. Holding the boy's head in his right hand, he slipped his left hand down the slim waist, around, and to the firm flesh of the ripe little rump he loved so much.

When he squeezed a little, he heard (and felt) a slight gasp of pain. Giving an apologetic rub, he pulled his hand away, placing it on the small of Harry's back, rubbing in soothing circles.

"Sorry, it's starting to feel a bit tender," said Harry, pulling away from Severus' throat. He shrugged slightly before returning to his previous activity. Severus hoped he'd be able to hide the love bite under his teaching robes. Getting rid of it was easy, but he rather liked the feeling of being marked by his lover. He felt like someone really wanted him. Enough to claim him. A tingle ran along his spine at the thought, making him shiver. He moved his hands to the boy's shoulders, gently pushing him away.

"Turn over," he instructed.

"But…" Harry hesitated, but complied, seeming to trust Severus enough; which made the man's chest clench.

*

Harry found himself being gently positioned on his stomach, laying flat, his legs slightly spread. He didn't think a morning session of love-making would be possible in his condition. But he didn't want to deny Severus his pleasure. He hoped it wouldn't hurt too much, though.

"Just stay still," was the soft command. He nodded, pulling a pillow closer, his arms under it, making himself comfortable as possible. He heard a soft incantation, followed by the sound of something whizzing through the air, only to be caught in Severus' hand. "I'm sorry," came the soft apology, before a hand appeared at his arse, a cool, liquid substance coating the fingers. He flinched at the cold, but otherwise let his teacher continue on as he would.

"What for?" He turned his head slightly, to look at Severus over his shoulder.

"I hurt you, you idiot." Under the grumpy tone, he thought he could hear genuine concern and a little sadness.

"Severus, you didn't hurt me. I rather enjoyed myself in case you hadn't noticed." He gave a fond smile, resting his head in a position that allowed him to see his lover.

"I know you did. But you're in pain now." He saw Severus roll his eyes before continuing on with his application of what he now knew to be a pale green crème. After a while, he got used to the coolness, which turned out to be rather soothing on his aching buttocks.

"Severus… what's that you're using? It's brilliant," he sighed, nuzzling into the pillow.

"As I told you before, I have created my own personal products. This is a balm to sooth aches. Now, shut up and let me finish," he snarked. Harry gave a breathy chuckle, rolling his eyes. Grumpy git.

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*

Severus applied a liberal amount of the balm to his fingers once more. He slipped his fingers into the crease of Harry's butt, tracing them sensually along its length. At the breathy sigh, he worked his hand a little more firmly, slipping the tip of his middle finger inside the tender anus. He massaged around the inside of the hole, kneading one of the cheeks with the rest of his fingers.

He soon found himself becoming aroused; the intimacy of the moment, the trust Harry had so unquestioningly placed in him, and the feel of his fingers being so wonderfully caressed made his penis swell in moments. He placed the jar on the bed, next to Harry's hips, freeing his left hand. He used said hand to manoeuvre the boy onto his knees.

"Feeling better?" He asked; his voice raspy with arousal.

"Mmmnh." At the moaned reply, Severus licked his lips, swallowing the saliva as his mouth watered at the sight before him.

He slipped another finger in, still massaging the crème into his lover, watching as the slight swelling went down. Harry's moans of appreciation drove him to move a little faster. He loved the feeling of his fingers inside Harry, bringing him pleasure. The tight muscles clenching around his digits felt divine; every squeeze went straight to his groin. His breathing became shallow as he worked his third finger inside, wriggling them around until they found the boy's prostate.

A symphony of moans sounded as his fingers made contact. He delighted in his ability to withdraw such pleasure from his lover. He struck the nerves a few times more before pulling his fingers all the way out. At the loss, Harry made a rather disappointed groan, clenching his passage around them as tightly as possible, trying to hold them in.

"Severus! Oh… thank you," he turned over as soon as he was able, wrapping his arms around the Potions Master's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Severus just gave a little smirk and held the boy close.

**

"What're we going to do today?" asked Harry as he fed Severus a grape.

Severus was laying in Harry's lap, between spread legs, his hair being combed with the boy's fingers of one hand, while the other hand fed him pieces of fruit from the breakfast platter.

"I have nothing in particular that cannot be done tomorrow," came the reply, once his mouth was empty. Severus apparently never spoke with food in his mouth. Harry smiled, bending down for a kiss, wondering why it'd taken him so long to realise how adorable Severus Snape was.

"Hm… well… I was wondering if you'd like to… go walkies?" He grinned, combing both hands through the greasy hair before tugging the man up.

"Walkies?" Severus sounded sceptical. And amused.

"Well… you know… you could take me for a walk! And we could play fetch…" He trailed off, not liking the rather blank look on his lover's face.

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"No."

"But why 'no'?"

"Because I said so. And we have far better things to waste our time with than 'walkies'." Harry couldn't argue with that. Now that he really thought of it… they'd not done much all morning. He'd received a wonderful finger-fucking from Severus as the man took care of his sore rump, but other than that… nothing! He'd not even come from that. This, he decided, was scandalous. He intended to put a stop to it that instant!

*

"Severus Snape!" came a stern voice from before him. Harry looked somewhat serious. What have I done now, he thought. He looked up into the brilliant eyes, acknowledging the call. "You're in trouble," the boy continued, still sounding quite serious.

"Why, pray tell, am I in trouble with you?" He tried to sound bored and indifferent, but he was afraid his confusion and apprehension showed just a bit when he winced slightly at the raised brow. A good imitation of his own. He's using my expressions, now? Should I be flattered or worried?

"Professor Snape, you are hereby being charged with non-come-pliance," came the cheeky reply. The broad grin that spread across Harry's face made Severus relax somewhat.

"Oh?" He raised his own eyebrow, showing the brat how it was done.

"Yes. Your sentence, however, may be wavered if you agree to a small… fee." The eyes he found he loved so much began to twinkle slightly. He's playing a game… a sex game?