The Wedding Night
The two hours before their reception was finally more or less over seemed to crawl by, as Harry was kept from Severus by requests for one or both of them to dance, or into conversations Harry only half-heard. His anxiety about what would happen when they returned home seemed to have doubled since he'd been torn from Severus' arms by the twins politely but insistently asking for their own dances.
The plan was to spend the first two days of their honeymoon in their home, then they would go to Greece for three days, before returning home for the final two days of their incommunicado honeymoon. That had been a non-negotiable part of their input into the wedding plans with the foursome they'd termed the Wedding Harpies. Between Molly, George, Howard, and Ron, they hadn't had to do much in the way of securing everything, despite the stress of trying to make their own decisions about the wedding and listening to four very different opinions about it all.
It had been decided that George and Howard would guard the house from Muggles, and Hermione and the Weasleys would field any attempts to contact either man from the Wizarding World. The spells and wards were already in place, and they weren't to be contacted save in an emergency. Harry had initially been happy for the promised lack of interruption. Now, however, he would almost have been grateful for some catastrophic disruption.
What if Severus found their wedding night… disappointing? The man had experience, had had several short-lived lovers over the years, attempts to find what he swore up and down he had finally discovered in the Boy Who Lived. Yet Harry couldn't help wondering if that opinion (which Severus insisted was actually fact) would change should he not perform well enough. He really had no experience outside of their shared dreams. He was glad Severus would be his first and only, but what if tonight made Severus regret tying himself down to an inexperienced much younger man?
"I can practically see the tension rolling off you in waves," Severus purred into his ear, wrapping his arms around him from behind.
Harry started slightly before relaxing into the hold. He'd managed to find a quiet corner as more people started departing, waving at him or offering him final congratulations. Last he'd seen, Severus had been in deep discussion with Howard's sister and Marianne's husband, whose intelligence was slightly greater than the insufferably haughty woman he'd married. They'd both decided early on that clearly Nicholas had gotten his own cleverness from whomever his biological father was. He didn't blame Severus in the least for escaping that particular conversation to come and find him.
"Sorry," He muttered self-consciously.
"What has you fretting, love?" Severus asked, nuzzling his jaw just beneath his ear.
"Tonight," Harry answered honestly. "Whether I'll prove okay enough to keep you interested or if I'll be reduced to dreams, shared or otherwise, after I prove inadequate."
Severus scoffed and turned Harry a little forcefully in his arms. "First, that is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing you've ever said."
"Is it?"
"It is," Severus answered sternly. "Nothing about you will ever be less than everything I've ever wanted. You're not in competition with anyone, Harry, so you cannot be inadequate. You are all I desire, all I want in this life and the next. And whilst that would be true even if it turned out we are incompatible in the bedroom, that is also not a concern for me, and I hope not for you, either. We have proven, in our shared dreams, that we are more than capable of satisfying one another. The rest is merely mechanics, which, if they aren't perfect, can be learned easily. If either of us should be concerned, it is I. You have never been with another man, and I will do everything tonight and this week to ensure you never want to, either."
Harry giggled a little nervously. "Mm, that mission was accomplished while I was still your student."
Severus hummed, smirking. "Then if I've nothing to worry about, you haven't either. There is no reality where you will ever be anything less than desirable to me. Keeping my hands off you this long has been nothing short of torture. I expect I shall spend a great deal of our married life in a similarly frustrated state, as well. You, my most cherished husband, are temptation itself."
Harry blushed and leaned up to draw the Potions Master into a hard kiss. Severus pressed their bodies close, and Harry felt more completely the growing need the kiss alone had instigated. He groaned and pulled back to breathe.
"Have we satisfied our duties to our friends and loved ones, do you think?" He asked almost pleadingly.
Before Severus could respond, they were once again interrupted, causing them both to groan and Luna, who had approached them, to giggle.
"Worry not, brother-mine," Luna said. This had been her frequent endearment since staying with them at Grimmauld last summer. "I've only come to inform you that I would be happy to take over waving everyone off and make your excuses. I believe both of you ran out of patience for your wedding night around the minute you kissed to seal your vows."
Harry and Severus both chuckled. The Gryffindor had never been more grateful for the Ravenclaw's seeming omniscience.
"I do believe you're correct, Luna," Severus agreed, holding Harry tighter. "Thank you."
The blonde hummed, her ice-blue eyes sparkling. "Just remember the rest of us when you come up for air in a week? I still need your help with my Mastery."
"Of course."
"Good!" Luna said brightly. "Now shoo, before someone sees past the notice-me-not I placed."
Harry and Severus chuckled again as she bounded off toward one of the last knots of chattering guests. Before Harry could ask if Severus was ready to go, he felt Severus tighten his hold almost painfully as the older wizard apparated them where they stood. The Gryffindor had a moment to wonder if they'd catch hell for apparating around Muggles, disillusionment spells or no. Then insistent lips on his forced the thought far from his mind. He melted against his lover as a warm tongue slid past his lips to dance along his, long fingers buried in his hair.
His own fingers slid from slim shoulders to begin fumbling at the emerald green tie of his lover's suit. Severus let him, pressing him against a wall as their bodies writhed together briefly. When the uncooperative tie was finally discarded, Harry started on the buttons of the suit jacket, but long fingers curled around his gently, stopping him. Severus drew away an inch or so and chuckled at Harry's pout.
"Slowly," Severus purred, kissing him again.
Harry huffed. "Slow isn't what I want," He whined. "I want you, all of you, preferably now if I can get your clothes off."
Severus chuckled. "Much as I love you, and as eager as we both are, our first time is not going to happen standing in the entry hall of our home, Harry."
Harry blushed and glanced around to see that, yes, they were standing against the wall he'd painstakingly painted two summers ago. He cleared his throat as he returned his gaze to the amused and lust-filled obsidians of the Potions Master. He was tempted to argue, since several of their shared dreams had taken place in various areas of Grimmauld, but he knew the Potions Master was right about their first time in the real world. He slumped. "Fine."
Severus leaned down to mouth kisses across his throat. "I said our first time. I do believe we have a combined four days to… christen… our home properly before our honeymoon is over. We are planning to work on your stamina, anyway."
Harry shivered. "Seems like a fair compromise. Bedroom?"
Severus hummed in agreement, not pausing in his task of tasting and marking Harry's throat almost desperately. "God, I love the taste of you. Dreams are nothing compared to reality."
Harry nodded breathlessly, burying his fingers in long raven tresses as his hips ground forward seeking friction from the warm body held just out of reach. A soft, embarrassing whine escaped him when it became clear that Severus was planning to drive him to the brink of insanity before they ever reached the bedroom. Finally, some modicum of rationale penetrated his hazy thoughts and the younger wizard recalled that he was, in fact, a powerful wizard in his own right. No sooner did this recollection penetrate than they were once again squeezed through the space between and apparated to the master bedroom.
Severus drew back with a pained gasp. "A little warning would have been appreciated."
Harry couldn't help but agree. He still had the occasional bout of trouble controlling his wandless magic. Rather than acknowledge the admonishment or admit that his typically perfect control had slipped ever so slightly, Harry pushed the man back towards the bed they would now share. Severus sat heavily, and Harry made quick work, with more controlled wandless magic, of removing their boots and socks to sit by the door.
Tracing his fingers up his own abdomen, Harry unknotted his crimson tie and discarded it before plucking at the buttons of his white shirt with a lengthy pause after each. It took only three before Severus was off the bed again and stripping his jacket from his shoulders, then pulling needily at the rest of the buttons.
"Thought you wanted slow?" Harry teased as thin lips followed the trail of skin being revealed.
His answer was an annoyed growl and a sharp bite to his collarbone, causing him to moan. They'd discovered in one of their many dreams that he was unexpectedly and inexplicably aroused by being lightly bitten. Severus, in turn, enjoyed doing it. In fact, several of their carnal desires overlapped, only one or two discarded from a lack of mutual interest.
As Severus worked his way down, leaving little love bites across Harry's hairless torso, he slipped to his knees, not bothering to untuck the white shirt as he dipped his tongue into Harry's navel. Harry gasped and leaned heavily on the slim and frustratingly still-clothed shoulders of his husband as the man licked and nibbled his way down the trail of hair between his navel and the waistband of his trousers. 'Slowly' seemed to be a relative term as hot, steamy breath found its way through his thick slacks and briefs to wrap around his erection in a promise of more. A tongue soon followed as Severus mouthed him through cloth. It was no more than they'd occasionally done in dreams but knowing that this time there'd be no stopping had him already sitting precariously on that ledge of pleasure.
"S-Severus…" He half-whined, half-moaned. "I'd really-" He gasped as slim fingers slipped under his shirt, drawing it out of his waistband, to glide over bare skin. "Really prefer that our wedding night not end so soon."
Severus hummed, sending the vibrations through his weeping need before that hot tongue swept over the clothed length again. "The benefits of marrying so much younger. Perhaps we should take these off so I might…" He plucked loose the button of Harry's trousers. "Take the edge off, so to speak."
Harry huffed, and wanted to argue that Severus wasn't exactly old, certainly not by wizard standards, when those devilish fingers began sliding his pants and trousers off his hips. After. He'd make his arguments known after. He couldn't have formed a coherent thought if he was forced to at wand-point as slim digits touched the flesh of his erection for the first time and the wet heat of the man's tongue slid along the length with nothing between. His own fingers clenched, and were probably leaving bruises, as he struggled to hold back every nerve in his body screaming for release.
"Oh God!" He gasped as Severus' tongue circled the head of his cock.
The mouth withdrew with a gentle kiss, and he met the amused glittering obsidian gaze. "I usually prefer 'Severus'. Let's see if we can coax that name out with such reverence."
The mouth returned, no longer teasing at his flesh, but engulfing it. Harry only had a moment to revel in the overwhelming sensation, and the equally overwhelming sight of that dark head slipping back and forth, before he was indeed crying out his lover's name. His knees buckled as Severus swallowed around him, strong hands on his hips holding him upright as his body trembled with the aftershocks. Harry's vision dimmed, and when it cleared, Severus had stood, his hands on his hips still, Harry was pretty sure, the only thing keeping him on his feet as he leaned his head against a (frustratingly still clothed) shoulder.
"Good?"
"Fantastic," Harry wheezed.
He lifted his head to engage the older man in a deep kiss, curiously tasting himself on the wicked tongue. It wasn't terrible, and he felt his body stir in response. Raising his hands, he began again on the task he'd been stopped from doing downstairs, much more successful this time at slipping the many buttons free. As the black shirt fell open (Harry distracted himself from his desire to rush things even more by recalling how aghast George and Ron had been that Severus would 'look like he was going to a funeral' for their wedding), Severus finished undressing Harry before slipping his shirt and jacket off. Harry pulled loose the buttons of the man's slacks and his slowly returning semi almost leapt to attention as he stripped the last of his lover's clothes from his body to reveal an impressive erection. He swallowed thickly, trying to drown his nerves in desire as he pulled the older wizard against him in a hard, desperate kiss.
The feel of their fully naked bodies pressing together had Harry gasping as his thoughts short-circuited. Severus, too, seemed equally effected as his hands roamed over every inch of bronze flesh that he could reach. Harry didn't know how long they'd stood there, simply reveling in the feel of each other as they kissed and ground their bodies lightly together, moaning and gasping at every opportunity without once breaking away from each other. It could have been an eternity, for all he knew or cared. Inevitably, Severus turned them and guided Harry back toward the bed.
They fell as if through water onto the bed, and Harry was fairly certain magic was somehow involved as they landed gently, their legs tangled together as the kiss failed to be broken despite the abrupt reminder of gravity. Moving together, they shifted to the head of the bed, and Severus, half atop him, broke the kiss at last to trail kisses down his jaw to the obscenely sensitive bundle of nerves beneath his ear. Harry groaned as they both panted for the oxygen their kiss and racing desires had robbed them of. When Severus again began to move lower, he stopped him by flipping them on the bed, grabbing the older wizard's wrists to pin on either side of his head.
Severus smirked as Harry returned the favor of leaving little bruising reminders of their first night together down the span of the long, pale throat, still reveling in the skin he'd so rarely been allowed to taste outside of dreams. When he could move no lower in their current position, he looked up and gave his lover a sharp look before releasing the thin wrists. Severus raised his fingers in surrender as his darkened eyes flash with desire. It had been a surprise to them both that the older, dominant wizard was the opposite of opposed to Harry occasionally taking control.
As expected, the wrists remained as if glued to the bedspread, even as the rest of the man's body arched and writhed under Harry's seeking hands and tasting tongue. Harry moved lower on the pale chest, nipping and licking at cool skin. Severus had a little hair, a small, wide trail that ran between his pectorals, and Harry followed the line with his tongue. It had taken him a little while to adjust to the feel of the coarse hair on his tongue, but now he loved it almost as much as he loved the feel of it against his skin.
"H-Harry," Severus gasped as Harry moved to a pert nipple.
He took a long moment to lick and suck at the small brown nub before blowing gently across it, causing the skin to tighten further and drawing out a long, needy groan.
"Severus?" Harry murmured before turning his attention to the other nipple as his hand trailed down the flat stomach to finally, finally touch the burning flesh of his beloved's cock. He traced his fingers up and down the length, feather light, occasionally circling the head with his palm. It had become a favorite pastime in dreams to see what sounds he could draw from the stoic wizard, and it was even more satisfying in reality.
"Please remember that -ah!- that despite the slower aging of wizards, I -oh God!- I am still twenty years your senior," Severus panted.
Harry grinned, using his teeth to gently pull at the peaked nipple he'd been playing with, causing the older wizard to give a breathless cry and arch up against him. "Your point?"
Apparently done playing, strong hands grabbed his biceps, pulling him up as they were rolled back the other way again, Severus knelt on all fours above him. Harry smiled as a sweet, gentle kiss was bestowed on him before the older wizard pulled back to smile down on him.
"My point is that, whilst my ability to match you orgasm for orgasm is not terribly diminished, the number is more limited than yours, and I would like to be one with you the first time I come tonight," Severus murmured.
Harry nodded as the man returned to mapping his naked torso with his mouth and fingers. He buried his own hand in the glossy, silky black hair, tracing the other over muscled shoulders. They had discovered that a while ago. Severus could hold back his orgasms longer, and had a libido to match his teenaged lover, but his body was limited on the number of times it could be wrung out before he needed to recuperate energy. That had been an interesting 24 hours, when they'd wanted to test the theory over Easter break and had taken a sleep potion to share their longest dream.
As Harry alternately relaxed and tensed under the onslaught of sensation as a wicked tongue left cooling trails of saliva across his skin, he waved his hand to summon the lubricant he knew Severus had prepared in advance. Severus chuckled around his nipple as the small phial landed on the bed beside them from wherever it had been stored, and the feel of the hot breath and vibrations sent little shocks of electricity through the Gryffindor, causing him to cry out.
"Is that a suggestion, love?"
"At this point it's begging," Harry returned in frustration.
Severus rose to again draw him into a sweet kiss. "I can deny you nothing, Harry. Why should this be an exception?"
"I'm rather hoping it isn't," Harry groaned, pulling the man down into a deeper kiss.
Severus hummed into the tangle of their tongues before drawing back and sitting up on his knees. He moved between Harry's legs, nudging them up and apart as he sat back on his heels and popped open the lid of the lubricant. Harry watched, his anticipation and anxiety spiking a little as the clear, viscous fluid was poured onto long fingers. Severus set aside the restoppered phial before soothing his flank and placing tender kisses along the inside of his knee and thigh.
"Relax, love," He purred.
Harry gasped as Severus leaned over him again just as a long, slightly calloused finger began circling his entrance, coaxing the muscles there.
"Are you alright?" Severus asked softly, his long hair curtaining their faces.
Harry nodded, afraid to speak. He arched as the long finger finally breached him, every muscle in his body clenching against the light pain and intrusion. The unoccupied hand soothed his side as Severus placed gentle, loving kisses across his cheek and jaw until he relaxed. Finally, he had loosened enough for the finger to press deeper, moving in and out agonizingly slow as Harry adjusted to the feeling. Harry moaned as discomfort gave way to pleasure, clinging to slim shoulders as he lifted his knees higher and further apart. He gasped and gritted his teeth as a second finger joined the first with more burning pain.
"Oh God, Severus…" He gasped, trying and failing to focus on the little electric shocks buried under the mild agony.
"You are meant to continue breathing through the experience," Severus murmured, kissing his neck again.
Harry knew he was trying to get him to relax with the small joke, and it frustrated him a little that it seemed to be working. He forced his lungs to fill with a shuddering breath. "The pain or the pleasure," He asked, wiggling slightly as the fingers inside him began to gently move finally, which seemed to ease the burn a bit. "Because right now they're at war."
"Both, preferably," Severus answered with a small chuckle. "Try to relax."
The little, rumbling laugh above him had the same effect it always did, and Harry felt his entire body melt a little as his heart fluttered. God, he loved that he was the one who had unlocked that side of his husband. Just as he relaxed, the pleasure began to win the war within him, and he moaned, arching into the feeling of the fingers filling and stretching him. He hadn't expected to be so turned on just by this alone, but his cock, which had flagged a little with the pain, was responding eagerly. He loved the feel of Severus' fingers inside him, and he found himself panting as he writhed, shifting his hips to try and get more of that feeling.
"I need to retract an earlier belief," He gasped as he continued to shift his hips and Severus moved his hand with firmer strokes.
"Oh?" Severus asked, amused.
Harry nodded, trying to swallow air desperately. "When you rescued me and removed that splinter from my leg, I was foolish enough to think I'd never want to feel your fingers inside me again. I was… very, very wrong."
"I hope that means you're enjoying this," Severus whispered, leaning down and leaving more loving bites across his collar bone to distract him from the burn of a third finger being added.
It worked, and Harry gasped, whimpering and shifting his hips away before forcing them down on the penetrating fingers. "God yes," He breathed. "I don't think I could be enjoying this more."
"Hm," Severus hummed, a mischievous smirk growing as he looked up at him from his chest. "I forgot just how innocent you are."
Harry was unable to concentrate enough to puzzle this statement out as the fingers within him began to shift and curl and he reveled in the sensation. Then Severus touched something, his prostate, and it sent such a jolt of pleasure through his body that he arched almost completely off the bed with a sharp cry.
"Do that again," He demanded hoarsely.
Severus did and got the same response. "Now imagine if I touched that with not my fingers."
Harry almost screamed as Severus continued to tease his passage, brushing across his prostate on the occasional thrust until he was a warm, pent-up ball of need. "Please, Severus, please- I can't-" He cried out again as those fingers pressed deliberately against the small node deep inside him. "Severus!"
The older wizard had mercy on him, and Harry whimpered at the loss as the fingers withdrew. He watched in fascination as Severus dribbled more of the lubricant over the straining, dark erection weeping between them. The thought of the large organ replacing the relatively smaller fingers filled him with desperate desire and a touch of fear. Severus bent over him again, folding his knees up towards his shoulders, but paused with the blunt head teasing at Harry's entrance.
"Alright?" He murmured.
Harry nodded enthusiastically, wrapping his legs high around the other man's ribs. "Yes, just, please!"
He cried out as the hand still slick with lubricant wrapped around his cock between them, teasing his needy flesh just as he felt the painful burn of the initial breach. He clung more tightly to his lover, forcing himself to breathe as Severus soothed him, nuzzling against his neck. As he began to push further in, the pain began to be overwhelmed by the pleasure as Harry felt himself being filled, becoming one, with the man he loved. He wiggled and writhed, trying to coax the large, rock-hard flesh deeper inside him. The coil of tension and fiery pleasure in his stomach forced him to grab the hand still teasing his own cock. Severus released him, but the tension only faded a little as the man finished easing inside of him. Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"W-What was it I said earlier about our first time ending in only half a moment?" He asked, half in warning.
Severus chuckled, and Harry arched and moaned as the rumbling vibration moved through the cock buried deep within him. "I believe," Severus said, panting breathlessly and smirking as he shifted his hips almost teasingly. "That I countered with the fact that we have a week of uninterrupted wedded bliss to explore and improve your stamina."
Harry nodded, no longer capable of forming a coherent thought as those lightly pumping hips pushed him ever closer toward the edge. Instead of answering or attempting to find the words to beg the man to move, he shifted his own hips, withdrawing before forcing them back down, impaling himself on nearly half the length. Severus gave a long, low groan before growling and capturing Harry's lips in a hard kiss as he finally began to move, no longer teasing but driving his thrusts long, slow, and deep into him, shifting slightly until he found the angle that had Harry crying out and clawing at his shoulders.
As promised, Harry didn't last long, and he did scream as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced exploded inside of him, blinding him. Some distant part of him that still vaguely existed outside the wash of ecstasy was slightly mollified to hear Severus follow him down the rabbit hole before he'd finished coming down off the high with harder, stuttering thrusts. He lost awareness entirely as the sensation of being filled with his lover's essence seemed to set off a second set of fireworks in his brain.
When conscious thought and vision returned, Severus had collapsed to his elbow above him, breathing heavily with his brow resting against Harry's sternum. "If…" Severus gasped, panting. "I ever… hear you… complain again… about feeling inadequate…" The man drew a harsh, shuddering breath that rippled through him, including his softening cock still buried inside his younger lover. "I will gladly take Veritaserum to assure you that there is no greater pleasure on this earth than making love to you."
He placed a series of small kisses across the skin beneath him as Harry grinned and glowed with pride, still struggling to get his lungs to fill. Severus shifted off him, and they lay side-by-side, both of them still panting for air. Harry, little more than a limp doll as he recovered from the powerful orgasm, allowed his limbs to be manipulated as Severus cleaned them both magically and shifted them beneath the sheets. He turned his head as he finally began coming down from the euphoric high, studying the panting profile of his lover.
"Worth the wait?" Severus asked almost self-consciously as if he could feel Harry's gaze on him.
Harry grinned, breathing a short laugh. "Undeniably. That was- God, there aren't words, Severus. I can't wait to find out how much better it can be when I can last longer."
Severus smirked in the low light of the single lamp and moonlight flowing in through the two windows on either side of the bed. He rolled towards Harry and caressed his cheek lovingly as he drew him into a breathless kiss. Harry was a little annoyed to find that the man seemed to be breathing more easily as his own lungs continued to fight to get enough air.
"More?" He asked, blushing.
Severus grinned, and it was quite possibly the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. "Shall we wait until you've caught your breath?"
Harry found his body, especially his lower bits, responding eagerly to the challenge glistening in dark obsidians and he dragged his husband into a hard desperate kiss, rolling them so he was straddling his lover's own burgeoning erection. "Breathing's overrated," He murmured against thin lips.
Severus smiled softly, petting his thighs, hips, and sides in long strokes. "I have a feeling we're going to be testing the limits of our bodies as we improve your staying power."
Harry grinned, finally drawing a full breath as he rocked their erections together teasingly. "Good thing I married a Potions Master with medical training, then."
Severus arched against the teasing thrusts coaxing his erection to full flag. "Indeed," He gasped.
Harry fell into it gladly as he was dragged down into a rough, passionate kiss. Severus had been right. There was one more thing that had made their wedding day absolutely perfect: the immutable knowledge that from now on he would never again wake from a nightmare alone. He moaned as fingers that had somehow been lubricated again began teasing at his loosened entrance. Of course, that was assuming they got any sleep this week.