ch 4

Severus was having the most pleasant dream. Warm hand skated over his torso, followed by dry, chaste kisses. One hand moved to his chest along with the mouth, while the other hand's caresses moved lower and lower.

A thumb brushed over the head of his cock as fingers brutally twisted one nipple and teeth bit down on the other. Severus woke with a start, vaguely wishing he could have continued the dream. Now he was painfully hard and the ghosts of the dream hands and teeth were not doing anything to help. He lay there for a split second before going to rub his hands along his chest, hoping to banish the lingering feelings.

What he did instead was meet very solid and very real hands. He gasped as the previous night came back to him. It was still dark so it must be some early hour in the morning, but Harry seemed to be wide awake.

The young man suckled his left nippled, while his left hand intertwined with Severus' right. Harry's right hand repeated the flicking gesture of the head of his cock and Severus realised his raging hard-on was no more fictional than the rest of his dream. He let loose a groan and felt Harry smile around his nipple.

Harry released his hold on the nipple and moved downward, coming to rest just above Severus' groin. He licked along the trail of black hair leading from Severus' belly down before dipping his tongue lightly into Severus' belly-button.

One hand still holding Harry's, Severus' other hand tangled into the bedding as his body spasmed. Harry grinned as he pressed a kiss into Severus' hip bone. He moved lower.

Severus was still horribly confused as to how he got into this position. He remembered falling asleep on top of Harry, but at some point during the night, they seemed to have switched positions.

All coherent thought fled his mind, however, as Harry urged his knees to bend, lifting his legs to place him in a similar position to how he found Harry the night before. But that wasn't what left him thoughtless. What rendered him unthinking was the kiss Harry gave to his hole as he pushed his arse cheeks wider.

Severus, breathing hard and struggling to control himself, pressed a hand to his groin, trying to stave off some of the pressure before he burst. His hips lifted slightly as Harry pressed his tongue against his hole, waiting a moment for protest to arise. When none did, his wet muscle breached the opening.

Severus understood all of Harry's strangled murmurings from the night before now as one was ripped from his own throat. It was so intimate, so personal, to have someone's face snuggled up so firmly to the most private of places on one's body. Severus groaned again as Harry's tortuous tongue twisted and turned inside of him.

It wasn't long until Severus had grasped Harry by his unruly hair, even more so in the early hours of the morning, and pulled him up and away from his tonguing. Harry looked questioning at Severus. There was no doubt the man had enjoyed what was being done to him so Harry couldn't figure out what could be wrong.

Severus simply murmured, begged, more like, "More," and Harry understood, his cock twitching with unadulterated excitement.

"More," Harry agreed. Finding the lube and slicking his member. Severus held his knees up to make it easier for Harry to enter him, but turned his face away in embarrassment at being so eager.

"No, no, no," Harry said, hooking on finger under Severus' chin and turning him to look in his eyes. "I want you to look at me while I penetrate you," He whispered, leaning down to swallow Severus' moan. When he pulled away from the kiss, he waited until Severus met his eyes, the need growing stronger and stronger. When Severus looked at him, Harry pushed himself inside.

It took everything he had to not tear into Severus' arse, knowing his tongue alone could not have prepared the man well. Harry bit his lip, restraining himself.

He didn't close his eyes, however, for which he was glad when he saw a single tear escape Severus' eyes. The man looked away immediately, but Harry brought his face back as he had before, still ever so slowly moving deeper into the man. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice rough from sleep and need but his fingertips soft as he brushed away the teardrop.

Severus' thoughts were a whirlwind. He was sure no one else would have ever had the restraint to care so much when it was their first time inside another. That Harry was going so slowly for him meant such a great much to Severus. Though his arse was aching with the intrusion, he'd never felt better in his life, and he said so, "Never better."

The admission startled Harry, but he smiled. He came to be fully seated in Severus before he could answer, "Good." Even then, he waited a moment until the strained look left Severus lips before he reversed his motion. Rolling his hips slowly back forward, he knew he'd hit that sweet spot he read about when Severus' whole body convulsed.

He repeated the movement, slowly-so slowly- gaining speed as shocks course his body and Severus'. He stroked Severus' prostate every time, and after long, drawn minutes of mutual shudders, he brought his hand back to Severus' neglected cock.

He stroked the length of it, brushing his fingers lightly along the veins while moving towards the base and gripping it tightly and twisting just so at the end of his stroke on the way back to the head of Severus' member. After only a few dozen strokes like this, Severus was coming, hot and sticky, all over Harry's hand. He seemed to shudder forever and Harry kept up his increasing pace, lasting only a few more pumps before he, too, was spilling himself.

Finished, Severus wrapped his long legs around Harry's waist. "Thank you," he whispered as they took each other in their arms.

"No, thank you," Harry answered as they tipped to lie on their sides. With Harry's softening member still sheathed inside Severus, the two fell back asleep.