First off, I apologize to those who have been following this for my suddenly inconsistent update. I took some time away from this story with purpose to focus on my writing development. I also realized that I had been pushing myself to update rather than letting the ideas flow. To better my writing I attempted some short one-shots of another genre, and I believe I developed a lot from those. I can't promise when I'll update again as ideas come and go and I'm finding those ideas are both unpredictable and unexpected. So please enjoy, and for you smut lovers out there, you will particularly like this chapter.
The kiss had been firm.
He'd be insincere if he claimed he never wanted it again.
In fact, he found he began to crave it later into that night –he felt the memory of those lips forced against his own again.
Severus Snape had actually been angry at him –and for something entirely new for a change –jealousy.
Harry sat up from his bed. He couldn't sleep no matter how long he tried. Thoughts flooded his loud brain, and the temptation to kiss those lips again was too boundless.
He knocked on Severus's bedroom door.
Silence.
He was about to turn around and leave when the door opened, creaking loudly in the night as it swiveled on its hinges. He saw the fireplace lit with the blazing heat before the door fully swung open and his eyes met the illuminated form of Severus sitting on the couch, iced whiskey held in one hand.
"I presume you want to speak of this evening?" He asks calmly, his eyes never once regarding the former.
"Ye-… no." He takes a deep breath. "I don't know."
"Well, let me ease your mind that what your life consists of –though disordered and feral, is just that. Yours alone."
"Is that some form of an apology?"
"I have nothing to feel sorry for, Potter." He spat his last name out with such menace that it reminds Harry of the times when he sat locked in the dungeon, acid boiling further from his base of calm.
He chokes on his discomfort –ignoring the attempt for a heated discussion. "Look… can I have a seat?"
"Suit yourself."
Harry positions himself on the opposite end of the couch. He wonders why Severus sits so close to the heat, as his face burns but he chooses to ignore it for his objective to unravel their situation feels most uncomfortable in the moment.
"I know that… this… what everything… you and I have never been on the same pages. Ever," He adds to amount to his point. "The way things have been, just makes me feel so anxious all the time. But with you, I'm calm. I'm not the boy who needs repaired. I'm someone who can grow, and learn, and feel… when I'm here."
"I know I affected you when I saw him today. But that's beside the point now. I can't change my past, and this is something you and I know most of all. So I'm not here to dwell on some mundane topic."
"Then why are you here?"
"You and I both know why." He stares intently at Severus, waiting for anything. Some sort of response to know that there is something within Severus that wants to fix this too.
Severus finally looks at him, and when their eyes meet Harry knows that coming here was the right option. There's an emptiness he sees in those eyes when they meet. Those dark orbs can't hide the hurt which they have grown to conceal from the world. He can't hide. Harry won't let Severus keep feelings from him anymore.
"There's something… more… with us."
"I know," Snape breathes, as if what he says has been a long kept secret he finally let free. "Harry…" instead of speaking further, leaning forward with his free hand extended, he grabs the back of Harry's head and pulls him into a kiss.
Harry gasps. The pit of his insides burn with a tingling sensation he has not felt so strong before. His kiss tastes of whiskey, but it's good and Harry can't help but lean into it. Severus leaves him no chance to wonder what to do next, for he pushes Harry back onto the couch and presses down from above. His drink must have been abandoned, for firm fingers –icy to the touch, caresses Harry's exposed neck. He gasps into Severus's mouth –a moan comes from Severus in response.
Severus becomes lost in arousal –his hips pumping between legs of the younger man below him. Hands snake around Harry's chest –so badly Harry wants his clothes gone. Severus apparently does too, because he aggressively pulls the shirt from Harry's body.
He feels exposed beneath Snape as his pants and underwear come lose and are pulled free as well. He can't count the times when he was younger, laying in a hospital bed at Hogwarts often shirtless and in front of the same man. But this time is different. He doesn't want to fall short of expectations and hopes he is enough for the him.
"Harry…" his breath ghosts against Harry's ear. "If you don't want this… tell me…" a soft kiss on his neck in that place which sends a jolt through his body "…I won't be able to keep myself from you."
His breath shakes when firm hips press into his arousal. "I want this…" he answers softly.
Severus moans, kissing deep into lips which were abandoned. Such intensity follows with their kissing –biting of the lips followed with gasps, teeth pressed and tongues which discover secrets of one another. Harry moans into Severus's mouth when a hand grasps his firmness. He wants nothing more than to be filled from the man who dominates them.
"Severus… please," he begs after he can't resist it any longer.
Snape wastes no time removing his own clothing. Harry is slightly surprised when he sees rippled tone on his stomach, and instead of the image of a hairy form he had always imagined, dark hair scarcely covers his chest.
Sweat begins to cover both their bodies from the heat of the flames which neither notices. Snape before long, is back at Harry's mouth, their cocks brazing each others –sending electricity through their bodies which neither can resist much longer.
Snape holds himself above Harry, his tense muscles reflect the light bouncing off from the flames near them. "Harry, are you sure? You cannot come back from this, despite not letting the past haunt you anymore."
"I know." For some reason, he feels no nervousness. It's as if in this very moment, he knows that this is the right thing. He truly does want the other person above him.
"Bed. Now." Snape grunts as he pulls Harry up. When Harry stands he knocks the cold glass cup containing whiskey aside, but Snape has only concentration for Harry, and not one moment do those dark eyes look away.
Harry is pushed against the pillar of his bed post –a painful spot on the back of his head which ceases over time. He's gently shoved back on the bed, landing with an arm around his lower back. Warmth escapes from him when Snape stands above, looking to find something in the drawer near the bed. When he returns, he kisses Harry on the mouth –rubbing a cold solution onto his own member.
"Tell me when it hurts Harry. " He nibbles his ear, and when Harry does not reply he bites down harder. "Answer me."
"Ah, yes. I will."
"Mm. Good."
Harry's mind feels blank as the man positions himself on the bed to enter Harry. He doesn't feel anything yet, but when Snape presses deeper into him Harry realizes why Snape forced him to comply with his request. The man is huge, so large he wonders if he can go through with it. But when a hand touches his dick and sends waves of pleasure through him, he tries to forget his doubt.
When he can't hold it back any longer, escaping from his lips are the words, "Unh, hurts…" his head drops to one side, eyes pressed shut tight.
"Shh, shh. It's ok." Snape holds his face, kissing his head while whispering calming words.
Harry's body naturally fights the intrusive pain. Strong arms gently hold him in place. "Ah… s' good." Despite the pain, arousal forms when he hears the pleasure his body is creating for someone else.
When Snape is fully inside, both men inhale deep breaths –chests rising and falling against one another. Skin so soft it hurts as abdominal muscles graze against the other. Snape doesn't resist from pumping himself into Harry, his hips driven in a wild rage that only desire can create. His moans fill the room around them, following words of ecstasy and symphonies of pleasure from Harry. Harry's muscles contract with pleasure, his body ripples in a pleasure he can't control. He feels infinite, his body at the hands of someone who tosses him in a sea of waves.
There's pain –but mostly there's pleasure.
He feels the spot deep within struck time after time, each movement against that area brings his need of release closer to the edge. He knows he can't hold it back any longer. When his body is at height of his pleasure, he releases himself into the arms of Severus. Snape holds Harry as his body combusts and cries out loud, feeling each movement the young man makes when his body is out of his control.
At the brink of Harry's climax, Severus can't keep himself from submitting to the man as his cums into the person below him. In one moment both men hold onto each other –nails leaving marks like memoirs portrayed from their lust.
When their pleasure subsides, they lay panting as minutes pass. Snape kisses Harry on the lips, before reaching for his wand beside him to put out the flames. He pulls back the covers and orders the younger man to climb in before following and laying behind him. Strong arms grasp onto Harry and pull him close. He kisses Harry's ear, each time becoming softer and more affectionate.
When Harry begins to lull off into sleep, he hears Severus whisper in the dark, "You're going to be the death of me, Harry."