The man was dozing; the lines of stress gone as he rested. He looked so peaceful.
He gave his teacher a kiss and snuggled into his chest; resolving to spend the night in his teacher's arms.
Chapter 27
They lay there for a few hours, simply basking in each other's company. Severus could take a break from marking homework and essays for a night, and he was sure Harry could use a night off too.
He woke to the boy snuggling into his neck, one arm curled under himself, the other wrapped around Severus' chest. Their legs were tangled together, knotted in their sleep.
Severus was sure his potion had worn off by this time. They'd been sleeping for at least two hours after snuggling for another two. He could feel his muscles protesting to spending such a long time in one position.
Slowly, carefully, he turned the boy over, so he lay on his back, on top of Severus; his head resting on the Potions Master's shoulder. Just as slowly and carefully, he slipped his hands into his students' slacks, gently caressing his crotch; rubbing and stroking until he held a firm, heavy erection.
He brought his other hand down, using it to remove the trousers, pulling them down partway, before pulling Harry's cock out; still pumping firmly. His free hand left the school slacks and cupped the sac below his prize.
Severus fondled his student; jerking him off, massaging his balls, intent on waking him with a scream. At the thought of Harry writing and moaning in his sleep, a devious smirk lit his face.
He could feel his own erection straining against his pants, against the unconscious boy's backside. As he pumped the cock in his hand, he shifted, moving his hips against Harry's arse, creating dry friction. As dry as it was, his penis appreciated the stimulation; twitching and throbbing in its confines.
The boy moaned, bucking his hips in his sleep, fists clenching by his sides. Severus turned his face to Harry's temple, kissing him softly, dipping his tongue into the delicate ear. A soft, breathy gasp spilled from the boy's lips; his narrow hips bucking frantically as Severus increased his pace.
He could feel the boy's testicles contracting as he squeezed and tugged. He could feel the throb of the Gryffindor's pulse as he pumped furiously. The pre-ejaculate flowed thickly, giving him some kind of lubricant.
His own hips grinding harshly against his student, Severus groaned into the boy's neck, placing shallow kisses where he could.
Then, with a cry, Harry came with one last buck into Severus' hand, bringing his own up to the man's hair, fisting in pleasure.
As the boy came down from his high, still waking properly, he rubbed his arse against Severus' crotch; obviously conscious enough to reciprocate.
"Mm… fuck, Sev," he panted, rubbing his sensitive prick against the man's hands, "what a wakeup call!" he gave a breathy chuckle, turning over to rub his cock against his teacher's.
Severus closed his eyes, his hands gripping Harry's arse over the slacks as he bucked and ground his hips fervently into the quickly reawakening penis above.
Harry reached down, cupping him over his slacks, giving a light squeeze before he deftly unfastened the button and fly, taking the Potions Master out, squeezing and rubbing harshly. Severus closed his eyes tightly, his breathing becoming ragged.
"Severus… I want your fingers inside me," the soft murmur in his ear made him clench his hands over the firm cheeks.
He made swift work of pulling the cumbersome slacks down far enough to expose the taught arse.
Without a word, he ran his hand through the cooling semen on Harry's abdomen and, using it as lubricant, plunged his finger inside the tight little hole, wriggling it around briefly before adding the second.
He gasped at the feel of Harry's anal cavity contracting around his fingers, sucking them further inside. He crooked them back and forth harshly, still bucking and grinding his pelvis into his student's hand.
He assaulted his lover's prostate, mercilessly pummelling the nerve, making the boy cry out and clench around him.
He could feel the boy's cock, hard and ready for more, even after orgasming so recently. His own prick throbbed in Harry's hand as it was furiously pumped and jerked. His balls jiggled with the pace the Gryffindor was setting, making them tingle with pleasure.
Severus could feel his student's arousal on his own; the boy's sac slapping against his as he fingered him roughly.
"Oh, fuck… Sev!" the low moan of his name sent jolts of arousal coursing through him, making him peak. He came, groaning into the pale throat, latching on; bruising the flesh with a love bite as he held the bony hips down, against his own with one hand, while the other continued its pounding.
He held Harry's pelvis close, still rocking his hips gently, riding the afterglow with a small sigh.
Then, finally, his lover came, gasping into his ear as the assault on his prostate became too much; the constant pressure of Severus' hips sending him careening over the edge. With a few hard thrusts, the boy was finally sated.
For a short while, they lay there, enjoying the post-coital buzz, before Severus' body renewed its protests.
"Bed, I think."