Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. o how it hurts!!

Beta: Un'beta'd this chap- I lost the fixed-up version and this was already late so I decided to post it like it was. I'll repost later on.

Title: The Ties That Bind

Summary/ Warning: Dom/ Sub, HGRW, PPBZ, RLSB, LVBL …and of course HPSS.

WARNING: This chapter is composted (almost) ENTIRELY of shmex.

BEWARE THE TEETH-ROTTINGLY-FLUFFY ENDING!!

Chapter 15: Strawberries and Whipped Cream

:Parseltongue:
"Conversational thoughts"
Private thoughts, shared memories

Harry knocked on the door to the Potion's classroom timidly as he stood in the hallway. When he heard Snape's testy "Come in", Harry eased open the door and slid into the room. As he had expected, his mate was sitting at his chair marking papers. It actually looked more like he was making the parchment bleed, there were so many red marks slashing across it, but Harry dismissed the thought as he tripped up to Severus' desk happily and presented his lips for a kiss.

Harry knew he was acting very oddly, but he didn't care. He had plans for tonight, and nothing was going to ruin them. He sighed with pleasure as Severus cupped his chin and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's eager lips, said lips parting in blatant invitation.

But Severus pulled back and regarded Harry with a suspicious glint in his eye. "What are you planning, imp?" he asked as Harry frowned up at him. When Harry merely pulled out his wand and shut and locked and warded the door, Severus raised his eyebrow.

Harry gently placed his bag onto Severus' desk and ignored his mates question. Shuffling the bleeding papers to one side and the inkpot and quills to the other, Harry slid his body between Severus' chair and the desk and perched on the spot he had just cleared off. Now sitting between his mates legs and equal to him in height, Harry smiled.

Severus froze as Harry fixed him with his trademark 'I've got something planned' look and regarded the boy carefully. Harry just leant forward and captured Severus' lips, trapping the Potion's Master in a heated kiss that set both their blood boiling. Sliding off of the desk until he was straddling his mate on his knees, Harry slipped his hand into Severus' hair and brought the older man closer to him.

Severus moaned deep in his throat at the sensual attack, wrapping his own arms around Harry as he surrendered to the kiss. He leaned back in his seat and pulled Harry's body closer to his own, pressing their groins together as Harry rocked his smaller body against the man beneath him.

Harry pulled back from the kiss when it became apparent that they needed to breathe, and looked down at his mate with something akin to awe shining from his eyes. Taking in the light pink flush that heated Severus' cheeks, and the half-lidded, glazed eyes that looked upon him with an indefinable emotion, Harry bit his lip as he rocked harder against the erection pressing against his own.

He is bloody gorgeous, Harry thought as he watched his mate's head fall back. One pale, slim hand was wrapped around Harry's bicep, and the other was curled in Harry's hair, clenching the silky locks as bliss threatened to overcome him.

Harry watched, entranced, as Severus took the matter of his impending orgasm into his own hands. Severus grabbed one of Harry's hands and brought it down to his straining cock. He guided Harry's hand with his own, rubbing himself through his trousers as Harry just stopped his movements and watched Severus in a haze of desire as his mate used Harry as nothing more than a means to an end.

Severus' pleasure ended far too quickly for Harry, who could have watched the arousing sight before him all night. Severus went limp as his body shuddered in contented satisfaction.

He opened his eyes to find Harry watching him, eyes bright with need and no little lust. Severus stared into the brilliant emerald eyes for an eternity as Harry just watched him, and started when Harry stood abruptly and reached into his bag.

Severus watched as Harry pulled out a long with tube with a strange top. He cocked a brow at the teen, but Harry merely grinned and placed the tube on the desk. Reaching into the bag again, he pulled out a box of strawberries. Severus' eyebrows flew into his hairline as he realized what Harry was planning.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no!" Severus said as Harry opened the box of fruit. "Not on my desk, not near my desk, and never in the classroom!"

Harry smirked at the almost panicking teacher. "Don't worry, love," he said merrily, "it's not what you're thinking."

"Um-hmm." Severus, needless to say, did not believe the grinning teen.

"It's not, honest. I missed dinner. So I thought we could have desert down here."

Severus reluctantly forced himself to trust his mate. It's not like he objected to the usual uses of whipped cream and strawberries in a sexual relationship. But not on his desk. Dumbledore came in this room, for Christ's Sake! That's just- gross.

Harry grinned to himself as he followed the direction of Severus' thoughts. And he agreed entirely. In any event, he turned back to Severus and sat in the older man's lap, holding a tray of fruit in one hand as he settled himself.

"Comfy?" he asked as he finished 'squirming around'- Severus' phrase, not his- and smiled again as his mate grumped at him. Harry leaned back against Severus' chest as he stared down at the plate, trying to pick out the perfect piece of fruit. Finding it, he swirled it around in the whipped cream and held it up.

Bringing it to Severus' mouth, he stared at his mate until Severus relented and opened his mouth. He placed the fruit into the older man's mouth and rested it on his teeth. Severus bit down and chewed the piece of the juicy berry that was inside his mouth and watched as Harry ate the rest of the fruit.

Placing the green top of the strawberry to one side of the plate, Harry hunted for the next most perfect fruit, and repeated the experience.

Severus watched as Harry's face scrunched in concentration, and his breath hitched a little as the teens pert tongue swiped across flawless lips. He barely saw the process of Harry hunting for the next faultless strawberry and bit into the fruit obediently when it was presented to him. He was far too caught up in watching Harry to actually taste the fruit as it entered his lips.

Harry's tongue as it swept across his lips. Harry's brow furrowing as he tried to find the perfect fruit to feed his mate. Harry as he bit his lip while he watched Severus take the food from his hand; and his exultant expression when Severus licked his lips to clean the juice off.

Severus could hardly breath as he watched this boy- this small, lean, beautiful boy- care for him. It was an amazing thing for Severus to realize that someone actually could care for him; and that this breathtakingly stunning man had taken up the gauntlet with nary a trace of regret or remorse astounded him.

Harry had fed him about five or so strawberries when Severus reached up to stop Harry. Relieving Harry of the tray, he placed it on his desk and turned Harry to face him. Severus picked up the hand Harry had been using to feed him and sucked the fingers clean, watching as expressive emerald eyes darkened with lust. He took special care with each finger, letting his tongue swirl around it and suck the skin before releasing the digit and taking another one captive.

He kept eye contact with Harry the entire time, knowing that the boy needed to watch him. When Severus had finished cleaning off the fingers, he gently cleared off the boys lap and wrapped one arm under Harry's shoulders and the other under his knees.

Lifting the light boy, Severus left the classroom as it was and kicked open the door to his office, walking through it and to the door that lead to his rooms. Harry was relaxed in his embrace, one arm around his neck and the other playing with the one of the multitude of buttons on his tunic.

The lights went off in the classroom and the office as Severus exited, the doors shutting and locking for the night with Severus' own wards. Inside his chambers, Severus placed the boy on his bed and stepped away, taking in the sight of Harry relaxed against his black silk covers.

Severus felt a strange tingle in his chest that made it hard to breath, and slowly began undressing. He smiled tightly as Harry sat up, suddenly not so relaxed anymore as he watched his mate disrobe. Severus didn't know what had come over him, didn't know why he was doing this, but he did it anyway. It felt right, that he should be offering his body to the boy sprawled on his bed.

The last of his clothing hit the floor and he stood naked before this boy who meant so much to him. He didn't know how this night was going to end, and he certainly didn't know what Harry was thinking of all of this, but he knew one thing. He wasn't going to regret anything.

Severus walked to the edge of the bed, feeling for some reason as though he was going to meet his judgment. Harry lay still in the center of the bed, watching with brilliant eyes as Severus came to the end of the bed and stopped, waiting for Harry to do something.

Harry couldn't move as he understood what Severus was offering him. The man before him had just stripped away his soul, leaving himself and his body bare for Harry to peruse and use at his own discretion. It was a heady knowledge, and Harry sat upright slowly as he let his eyes take in his mate's body.

Pale skin stretched taught over sleek muscles. Black hair that curled around Severus' face becomingly as he stared at Harry. It was not greasy but soft, Harry knew, and his gaze traveled downward. Severus' chest moved with his shallow breaths, and Harry followed the light dusting of hair to a flat stomach that was not overly muscular but lean and tempting.

Harry's breath hitched as he saw the half-hard cock nestled between Severus' legs. He licked his lips involuntarily as his eyes took in the sight before him, and he had to force his eyes to move down when he saw the beautiful organ twitch. Severus' legs were long and lean, and smoothly muscled. Nothing about this man was overt, and Harry's eyes darkened even further as he brought his gaze back up to meet his mates onyx stare.

Severus waited as Harry examined his body. He tried to feel nothing, but he knew that he was anxious to see what the jet-haired teen thought of his body. He had not exactly let Harry see his entire body before this, instinctively fearing rejection. But he had, for some reason, decided that tonight Harry would see all of him. Severus couldn't help but acknowledge that his mates declaration of love had been at the heart of it.

Harry scooted forward until he was sitting with his legs hung off the edge of the bed and he reached out to Severus with one hand. He waited patiently as Severus stared at the outstretched hand, and smiled a small smile a Severus took it slowly. Harry brought Severus to stand between his legs and gazed up at the silent man.

Harry took the captive hand in both of his and broke his eye contact with Severus to lean forward and kiss the back of it. He turned it over and, smoothing his thumb over the delicate skin, he pressed another kiss to his mates palm. Severus' other hand rose of it's own accord and slid into Harry's hair. Harry glanced up at him, and let go of the older man.

Moving backwards until he was seated in the center of the bed, he reached out and took Severus' hand again, entwining their fingers as Harry beckoned Severus to come to him. As Severus met him halfway and their mouths met in a passionate kiss, Harry smiled to himself.

Lowering Severus onto the bed next to him, Harry could only think that he had more than succeeded in his plans for the night.

But with Severus' hot mouth trailing blistering kisses down his neck, all such thoughts were drowned in the wave of desire that overcame him. Harry moaned as his mate found the sensitive spot below his ear and wrapped a hand around the back of Severus' neck to hold the older man close to him. He didn't even realize when Severus vanished his clothing.

Soon Harry was writhing under the older man, hands gripping and grasping at any part of Severus he could reach. His vision was hazy, even with his glasses, and as he tipped his head back in a startled gasp as Severus bit into his collarbone, Harry removed his glasses entirely, not caring where they landed as long as they weren't in his way.

Severus smiled against his mouthful of Harry's skin as the younger man moved beneath him. He had not been the dominant partner since that first night, and it felt good to have Harry back in his arms. Though Harry had never yet topped, whenever Severus had entered him after the first time it was though the boy was giving him something by letting Severus pound his body.

But not tonight, Severus thought as he made his way down the body straining under him. He was positive that though Harry could hear his thoughts, he was in no position to understand them. Tonight, he is mine.

Harry arched into the searing kisses as Severus teased and tortured him. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, and with what Severus was doing to his nipples he was astounded he was still alive. His hand grabbed the curtain of black hair and held on for dear life as Severus moved even lower, his tongue tracing loops and swirls onto Harry's overly sensitive skin.

Severus chuckled darkly as he dipped his tongue into the boy's belly button, the vibrations making Harry gasp and arch his back as his cock stirred. It rose against Severus' chest, making the older man remember it was there. Severus pulled away, his eyes trained on the flesh that was begging for his touch, any touch.

He glanced at Harry through lowered eyes, watching as the boy tried to get his breath back. Harry's eyed were tightly closed as he panted, and his chest rose and fell with the force of the arousal running through his veins. Severus smirked as he realized that Harry was in no way capable of being the dominant tonight.

He ignored the boys erection, instead turning his attention to the hand gripping his hair. Tugging it free, he brought it to his own chest, gratified when Harry's eyes shot open and stared at him, wide-eyed. Catching the boy's eye, Severus allowed a hint of a smile to grace his lips as he brought the captured hand to his own nipple.

Using Harry's hand as though it were his own, Severus traced a circle around his nipple, teasing himself and Harry at the same time. Harry's eyes darkened, and Severus shivered as those glassy orbs found his own black ones and stared into them. But he didn't stop his self-inflicted torture. No- he upped it, catching Harry's other hand and bringing it to his other nipple, molding the teenage hand to do what he craved.

Severus' breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as he suddenly threw Harry's hands away, letting them flop onto the covers of the bed.

Harry frowned, and brought his hands up again as though to continue what Severus had started, but found that his wrists were wrapped in strong fingers as they were pinned above his head. Severus' mouth was covering his, his tongue dancing and playing with Harry's as the pinned boy struggled to move, to thrust, to do anything to create friction.

"Sev'rus!" Harry gasped as the intoxicating mouth left his own, and pouted as Severus just hung above him doing nothing. "Do something! Please?"

He was mildly annoyed when Severus just chuckled, but gasped as thin hips moved against him. Harry struggled harder against the binding hands, and jerked up to meet the rhythmically moving body straddling him. But Severus was having none of that and spread Harry's legs to arrest any unauthorized motion.

"Patience," he hissed as he rolled his hips against those straining to meet him. Nothing but a strangled gasp met his words, and as Severus rocked harder, he smiled. He was the only one who could bring Harry Potter pleasure like this. He was the only one who had ever touched Harry Potter like this. That thought was nearly enough to send him over the edge, and he halted his movements before they did just that.

Harry whined at the loss of contact, but sucked in a breath as Severus slid one hand under his knee, and the other around his waist. Rising to his knees, Severus whispered the lubrication spell and slid into the boy barely after it had taken effect.

The response was instant- Harry arched off the bed and threw his head back, panting for breath as Severus slammed into that most sensitive area of him. Severus withdrew, and thrust into the willing body beneath him again, adoring the sounds that were emanating from the boys throat.

He increased the speed of his strokes, and reached down between their body's to catch the erection that was still begging to be touched. A strangled whine left Harry's throat, and both of the boys hands rose to tangle themselves in Severus' hair.

"Harder…" Harry managed, and Severus was all too happy to oblige. It was mere seconds after that both men shuddered and came, and Harry let his head loll to the side as Severus collapsed on top of him.

"Hey, Sev'rus," Harry panted a few moments later, "We should'a brought the whipped cream with us."

The deep chuckled worked it's way out of the older mans chest as he smiled into Harry's neck. "Only you would think of that after the fact."

Harry shrugged and wrapped one arm around the Potion's Master, using the other one to drag the covers up to their shoulders.

"Don't get comfortable, imp." Severus warned as he picked his head up to look into glowing green eyes. "You have to go back to your Tower or everyone will wonder why you never made it home after detention."

Harry snorted. "They'll just think I skipped off afterwards to be with my mate. Which is entirely truthful."

Severus regarded the boy underneath him carefully. Harry's open, honest face looked back, and Severus finally admitted the thing that had been bothering him all day.

"I may… love… you, as well," he said grudgingly.

Harry stared at the man above him, sure for a moment that he was hearing things. But then he heard the truth of the statement in his mate's mind and grinned. No matter that Severus had sounded like he was complimenting a Hufflepuff, Harry was ecstatic.

"Really?" he inquired excitedly, but grabbed Severus in a searing kiss before the sure-to-be-sarcastic answer was voiced. Pulling back, he smirked.

"So can I get the whipped cream now?"

Severus thwacked Harry on the head and sneered. "No. It is far past the time when civilized people are to be asleep."

"Good thing I'm not civilized," Harry countered, summoning the whipped cream and holding it teasingly in front of Severus' face. "Come on, you know you wanna…" he leered, but the expression faded to laughter as Severus' face screwed up in disgust.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Harry assured the Potion's Master- still snickering- as he placed the bottle on the nightstand. Casting a cleaning spell over himself, Severus, and the sheets, Harry also set his wand on the table.

Severus picked the covers up and held them until Harry was settled. He snorted at the boy- his idea of settled was wrapped around Severus until neither of them could move. But he tucked the covers around them and relaxed as the heat from Harry's body seeped into him.

It was a long time before Severus felt sleep call his name. Harry had succumbed hours ago, but Severus remained wide awake. So many things had happened today, and he wasn't entirely sure that he was ready for most of them. But what's done is done, and as he finally felt sleep overtake him, he smiled.

"I do love you, Harry," he murmured, and fell asleep with the tiny smile still in place. Harry picked his head up from where it lay on a pale chest, and pressed a kiss to the soundly- sleeping man's forehead, shifting until Severus was laying on top of him.

Only then did Harry truly fall asleep, content as he had never been before, with his mate on top of him sleeping and a declaration of love still hanging in the air.

hehehehehehehehe- was that worth the wait? The smex was good, no?

LOL- anywhos, drop me a line and remember, this was un'beta'd, so all the mistakes are mine.

TTYSoon,

Netrixie