54. Desiderium Intimum
Touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips*
Harry entered a room dimly lit only by a few candles and a fireplace. Severus was sitting in an armchair with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Good evening, Severus," Harry said, smiling. On the back of the chair he noticed a long black coat and fingerless gloves of the same color.
"Has anyone seen you?" Snape asked quickly, fixing Harry with a searching gaze.
"Uh... No, I guess not," Harry replied, surprised by the sudden question.
"You guess?"
"No, definitely not. After all, I'm always careful." Harry rolled his eyes. Really, what was this Severus thinking? That this was his first secret outing?
"What did you tell your friends?" Snape apparently decided to continue the interrogation.
"That I'll spend the evening in the Room of Requirement," Harry replied, a little uncertainly. "Just to be on the safe side, I also told Ron that I might not come back overnight, so that he wouldn't worry if we... well, I thought I'd better be on the safe side."
The man snorted. Apparently he didn't like Harry's answer.
The boy frowned. There was something strange about Severus' behavior. Some- he glanced at the man's rhythmically swinging foot -nervousness.
Well, Severus had his moods. Maybe it's just one of them.
"Shall we go now?" Harry asked, sighing. He was starting to feel hot in his sweater and jacket.
"Later. Undress and sit down," Snape said, pointing to the chair opposite him. "We still have some time."
Harry shrugged and took off his jacket, then pulled his sweater over his head and put it on the back of the chair along with his cloak. He sat down and stared expectantly at the man. Snape was clearly getting to something, and Harry was very curious as to what it was.
"Would you like something to drink?" Severus asked suddenly, his gaze lingering on the table between them.
Harry's face darkened. For a moment he had a vague feeling that Snape was telling him to sit down because he was going to confess something... and he was offering him a drink! Just great.
"Er... maybe that sweet wine I drank last time? The light pink, I don't remember the name. Probably Av-"
"No," Snape suddenly interrupted him. Harry looked at him in surprise. The man's hand was tightening around the glass with strange intensity, and his index finger was constantly tapping rhythmically against the vessel. "You won't get any alcohol. But you can drink tea."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Tea?" What was that supposed to be? Since when did Severus decide to act like a teacher? "All right. Let it be," he said, completely surprised by the refusal.
He jumped when Severus put the glass down with a loud bang, quickly got up from the chair and moved towards the bar by the wall. Harry glanced at the whiskey, which had spilled all over the table with his sudden movement.
Snape's behavior reminded him of Hermione before some extremely difficult and important exam. She also spilled everything and sometimes you could get the impression that she was either going to explode from the inside or break something to vent herself. But what was he so nervous about? Their... um... date? Maybe Severus was angry that he invited him? Maybe he was acting on impulse when he offered the trip to Harry, and then he thought it over and decided that he didn't want to go with him at all, but now he couldn't back out?
"You know..." he said quietly, staring at the back of Severus preparing tea. "If you don't feel like it... we don't have to go to Hogsmeade. We can stay here and... do something else."
The man seemed to freeze for a moment, as if surprised by this proposition.
"What makes you think I don't want to go?" he asked sharply.
"Well..."
"I was the one who suggested going to Hogsmeade, so why do you think I suddenly changed my mind?"
"But I don't..."
"Let's have a drink first. I thought you might want to spend some time with me before the trip."
"Of course I want!" Merlin! Sometimes talking to Snape was like dancing on a tightrope over a pool of debris.
"Excellent," Snape said, turning to Harry with a cup of tea. He slowly walked to the table. "Because I have prepared for you something that is much better than alcohol." He placed the tea in front of Harry, sat on the edge of his chair and reached into his robe pocket to take out a small, black bottle. Harry looked at it with furrowed brows.
"What is this?" he asked while Severus uncorked it with his thumb.
"My surprise," the man replied quietly, hovering the hand holding the vial ten centimeters above the cup. He didn't look at Harry. His eyes were focused solely on the slender neck of the bottle. "Something you need to drink, otherwise you can't go to Hogsmeade.
Harry looked at Severus' focused face. It was now completely composed. He saw no trace of the previous nervousness, only in the dark eyes something was moving, but when he tried to look at it, it turned into a reflection of flames falling from the fireplace. He knew there was something there though. Something very disturbing. Something that made his magical senses scream and try to move away.
"But... what is it? Some... protective potion?" he asked, looking uncertainly at the black vial.
"I already told you. You can't go to Hogsmeade without drinking it. "The voice that came out of Snape's mouth seemed to come from very, very far away. The man licked his lips, looked up and directed his eyes straight at Harry. "You have to trust me."
Harry knew those eyes. He had seen so much in them over the last few months - contempt, fear, desire, and even... tenderness. He knew their depth, shape, all the shades and colors they could take; he knew how much and how quickly they could change, he could read in them all the things that no other part of Severus showed. He trusted them. And if he trusted them, he trusted Severus too.
He nodded and watched as the man's hand tilted the bottle and poured its entire contents into the cup. From what Harry could see, the potion was a dark green color. It quickly melted into the dark brown tea, leaving no trace behind.
No, it must have been just some stupid, irrational... fears. Snape could have poured him the potion secretly, but he didn't. He wanted Harry to know about it. He wanted him to agree and drink it of his own accord. Then it couldn't be anything- That means, he didn't think it could be anything at all... but... whatever! The most important thing is that Snape behaved honestly. Harry couldn't help but trust him.
He smiled slightly, but Severus wasn't looking at him anymore. He put the vial in his robe pocket and took his glass of whiskey. Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the man.
"I have to tell you something..." he started a little uncertainly. He wanted to tell him. It bothered him all night long. "Yesterday, when I returned to the dormitory and went to bed... an idiotic thought occurred to me." He broke off. Severus glanced at him over the rim of his glass, raising his eyebrows. "I thought that since I was in the Room of Requirement, everything that happened was just... my requirement. An illusion. That it didn't really happen. I know it's stupid..." he added, seeing the man's forehead wrinkle. "But I wanted you back so badly that for a while I felt like I was imagining it all. But then... I reached into my pocket and found a stone. And I knew it was real. That you were real. And that you're really back." He smiled brightly, unable to keep the joy from his voice."
Severus closed his eyes. In one swift movement, he tipped the glass and drank its entire contents, then set it down on the counter with a crash and, without looking at Harry, poured himself another drink.
Harry bit his lip. Well, he didn't expect Severus to react very enthusiastically to his confession, but he figured maybe... whatever. He reached for his cup, and then the man's eyes immediately went to his hand and stared at it with such intensity that it almost burned. Harry moved the cup toward his lips, but stopped it halfway when he heard the words coming out of Snape's mouth:
"You know... in my entire life I have never met a bigger coward than your beloved godfather. He never dared to attack alone. He always had to have as big an audience as possible so that everyone could see his puppy shows and swagger."
Harry froze, staring at Snape with wide eyes.
What's that supposed to mean? What was Snape thinking, suddenly attacking Sirius? What suddenly bit him?
"Could we please not talk about him?" he asked, bringing the cup to his lips. He saw the man's eyes closely following his every move and staring at him with an almost burning intensity. "I don't want to hear about how much you hated Sirius."
When Harry touched his lips to the edge of the vessel, Snape blurted out in a sharp, biting tone.
"Your father was even worse. Arrogant to the extreme. He loved to show off. Always surrounded by a group of idiots just like him, whom he impressed with his dangerous, idiotic ideas. He was walking around the school acting like a lord and ruler, imagining that he was allowed to do anything, but the truth was that he was a pompous, pathetic boob."
Harry moved the cup away from his mouth, feeling anger rising within him. How dare Snape say such things about his father? How dare he? He was well aware that this was a sensitive topic! How can he act so, so... selfish? Now, when they were about to go to a date together?
"My father wasn't a boob at all," he hissed, glaring defiantly at the man sitting across from him, looking at him with a sneer on his thin lips. "I don't want you to talk about him like that! What bit you so suddenly?" He put the cup on his lap and waved his other hand in an unknown direction. "Everything was fine just a moment ago, and now suddenly you come up with something like this. I don't feel like listening to your miserable rants." He saw fire light up in Severus's eyes after these words, but he didn't care. He won't let him play such tricks. That's not why he came here! "I just wanted to have a nice time with you. Besides, you wanted it too, so what's your problem now?" Severus pursed his lips. Harry sighed. "Sometimes I can't understand you at all. You're so damn... difficult to deal with."
He shook his head and raised the cup to his mouth again, and then he heard that mocking voice again, intended only to strike a blow.
"Not only was he a pathetic boob," Snape continued, completely ignoring Harry's words, "but he was also the worst scoundrel I've ever encountered. He and Black laughed at each other's bad jokes and in their microscopic brains they imagined that they were above the rest, that no prohibitions or rules applied to them, that they would always be better than others... and now they are both dead. How sad..." The dismissive snort that accompanied the last words made something break inside Harry. He put down the cup with all his strength, spilling its contents on the counter, and jumped to his feet.
"Enough! Unsay it! Unsay it immediately! You don't know anything about my father! You are a pathetic idiot, not him!" he shouted, seething with anger and clenching his hands into fists. He walked around the table and stood over the man, who wasn't looking at him. He stared at the tea spilled on the table, and something very dangerous was burning in his eyes. "You're saying all these things now that he's gone and can't defend himself. Why didn't you stand up to him then? Why didn't you challenge him to a duel if you hated him so much?"
Snape looked away from the spilled tea and rose from his chair, looking down at Harry. He looked absolutely furious, as if something had suddenly made him even more furious.
"Because he was a coward," he hissed in Harry's face. "He would never accept my challenge to a one-on-one duel. He always covered himself with his stupid friends, he only played brave when surrounded by his fan club. Without them, he was like a cripple who wouldn't hit the target even if you gave him a map. Without them he was nothing!"
"You say that because you envied him!"
BANG!
Harry's head snapped back, his glasses slid onto the bridge of his nose, and he took a few steps back, thrown back by the force of the impact. His cheek was burning with fire. Reflexively, he pressed his hand against the burning skin.
Oh my God. Severus hit him. Severus hit him. He had never... never gone so far...
Harry knew this feeling. The feeling when that unpleasant lump appears in the throat. Sour and bitter at the same time, making it impossible to swallow. When your eyes start to sting and there's nothing you can do about it because all you feel is pain that goes through everything.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Snape in disbelief. The man stared at his raised hand in bewilderment, as if he couldn't believe it belonged to him. He carefully flexed his fingers and moved his gaze to Harry, who was holding his furiously red cheek. Then back to his hand and back to Harry.
Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. Tears of betrayal and disappointment. Just yesterday Severus was apologizing to him, saying all these things, showing him affection and behaving like Harry had always dreamed of... and today he attacked him again, for no reason at all, showing that he hadn't changed at all. That everything he said yesterday was... just a lie!
He lowered his hand and, blurry with tears, saw Snape's eyes widen as the man saw the full extent of the extensive red covering Harry's cheek. Swallowing the first tears streaming down his face, he turned around. He stood still, trying to gather enough strength to move and get to the door. He didn't know how to do it because his legs were shaking so much that he could hardly stand on them. He adjusted his glasses, hoping that maybe they would help him see something.
It was then that he heard the words spoken behind him in a shaky voice.
"Look at me."
There was something in Severus' tone that Harry had never heard before in his entire life. As if something very bad was happening to the man. But he didn't care now. He moved straight towards the door.
"Do you hear me?"
Harry didn't hear. He didn't want to hear. He just wanted to get out of here. Now he had complete clarity as to where this was all heading... How could he be so stupid as to trust him again?
He couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face. His cheek burned and throbbed. It was the living culmination of his failure.
He reached the exit. He reached out and grabbed the handle, but the door was locked. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and rested his forehead against the cool surface. He heard his own heartbeat. Was it just his imagination, or was his heart really beating that slowly? As if giving up. He tried to stop the sob pressing in his throat, to fight it.
Severus hit him.
Then he felt a gentle, careful touch on his shoulder. He shuddered. He wanted to shake that hand away, but he didn't.
"I want you to look at me." Severus' voice was even more shaky, even more filled with this strange feeling that Harry didn't recognize. As if something was burning inside him, burning up, breathing out its last breaths.
The man clasped both hands on his shoulders and slowly began to turn Harry toward him. Harry was unable to resist. He felt like he was just an empty shell.
Snape turned him, but Harry couldn't look at him. He looked somewhere to the side, as far as possible from the black robes stretching before him. Tears flowed into his mouth, he felt them on his tongue. They were salty and bitter at the same time. They tasted of disappointment and bitterness, and it was the most horrible taste he had ever known.
Harry felt the man's eyes on him. He felt it wandering across his face, following the paths carved by tears, stopping at his parted lips, gasping for air, and returning, absorbing the green of his wet irises.
"Leave me," he whispered quietly, hating his voice for how it cracked, for how he couldn't pronounce even those two seemingly simple words. He moved his arms, trying to free them from the strong grip of the pale hands. "You're hurting me."
Severus let him go. But only to gently cup his face in his hands and tilt it upwards. Harry had no choice. He looked straight into the face that was only a few centimeters away from him and in that moment he forgot how to breathe.
He saw pain on Severus' face. As if the man was fighting a mortal battle with himself and losing it. As if he was fighting demons that Harry didn't know, that he didn't even know existed. It was terrifying to watch. And even more terrifying was what he saw in those black eyes... Something was crumbling and falling apart in them. And it seemed to get weaker and weaker with each tear that rolled down Harry's face.
"Severus?" he said almost silently, and at the same moment he saw something in Snape's eyes that he never expected to see - a suffering… so great, so hopeless, so... deep that he knew he would never forget this sight for the rest of his life. As if something had suddenly broken inside Severus… and collapsed. As if this unstable structure, which had been supported for too long and patched in many ways, finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell with its full weight into the abyss. And only suffering remained. So intense it took your breath away.
But something else also came with it - Harry saw it in Severus' changing face. Emotions. Thousands of emotions, lasting less than the blink of an eyelid, but so strong that it seemed impossible to feel them more intensely.
And then something happened that turned the world upside down. Severus suddenly leaned down and pressed his thin, hard lips against Harry's, biting into them with such force that he seemed to want to devour them. Harry didn't even have time to take a breath before a wet, hot tongue slithered into his mouth like a writhing snake and immediately began to penetrate inside, as hungrily and greedily as if it was searching for food. It was lashing his cheeks, tickling his palate, and rubbing against his teeth. And it was so hot and soft and tasted so... sweet.
Herbs.
Harry's ears were ringing. Merlin, this was really happening! He had waited so long for this, so damn long... He felt chills throughout his body. He felt the desire, felt it in the force with which Severus was devouring his lips, almost abusing them; in the way the man was pressing against him, forcing him into the door; in the way he pulled Harry's hair, tangling his long fingers into it and pulling Harry's face even closer to his.
Oh yes! Just like that! It was everything he dreamed of…
Harry's thoughts melted away as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Snape's neck and kissing him back passionately. He sank into Severus' mouth, drowned in this need that couldn't be satisfied for so long. Their tongues tangled together, sliding around each other, pushing and sliding in their wet, heated interiors. Harry felt waves of heat spreading throughout his body, dizziness, muscle tension, tremors in his legs. It was more than pleasant. It was... unbelievable!
He pushed with all his strength, wanting to get into Snape's mouth, to taste it, to feel its texture, its irresistible warmth and its herbal aftertaste mixed with the fading taste of alcohol. He was already out of breath, but that didn't matter now. He only wanted Severus. He wanted to take control. He pushed even harder, hitting the man's thin lips with his teeth and pushing his greedy tongue into his mouth. Yes! He was there! It glided quickly over the smooth palate and slightly rough inner cheeks. He could taste Severus on his tongue. And he wanted even more. He wanted to go deeper. He sank his teeth into Snape's lips, opening his mouth even wider and almost reaching his throat with his tongue, but then Severus growled and pushed him away, breaking the kiss. Harry's back hit the door and the man pushed him into it again, and he lifted his eyes for a split second.
Severus looked at him as if he had gone mad. As if he had long since found himself beyond any limits of any control. And he seemed to really dislike the fact that Harry was trying to dominate him.
However, at that same moment everything was drowned again in the taste of hot lips and the sound of teeth clashing together, when Severus closed his mouth in an even more brutal kiss, quickly slipping his tongue inside and at the same time grabbed Harry's jaw with his hand, squeezing it and forcing Harry to open his mouth wider. As if that wasn't enough for him. Like he was really trying to devour him.
Harry didn't think he'd ever experience this... that Severus would kiss him like this. With such ardor, violence, passion... He remembered the Christmas party and his own bitterness when he thought he would never experience it.
It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered. Even the stinging cheek that had become only a hazy memory. Only Severus's lips mattered. Oooh, yes!
Harry couldn't hold back his moans as Severus started sucking on his tongue, biting it and pulling it into his mouth. But Severus was also moaning, something Harry only now realized. Severus moaned into his mouth and he felt the heat of those grunts, felt how they vibrated his cheeks, how they tickled the roof of his mouth. He moved his hands higher, also tangling his fingers in the man's hair. Severus purred, loosening his slightly tenacious grip on Harry's hair and running a hand through it. Oh, Harry now had shivers even on the soles of his feet!
Finally, Snape released his tongue and separated his lips, taking a deep breath.
"Oh my god!" What came out of Severus' mouth resembled a strangled, hoarse cry released with his last breath.
Harry was so dizzy he had no idea how he was still standing. He had the impression that he had been saved from suffocation at the last moment. His glasses were fogged up and crooked, but that didn't stop him from staring at Severus in bewilderment. The man's pale cheeks were flushed, his lips were wet and swollen, and there was something extremely dangerous and exciting in his eyes. He was still looking at Harry like a hungry animal looking at its prey, but he didn't seem to have the strength to devour him anymore. Now that he had satisfied his first hunger, he could begin to enjoy it.
He leaned down and gently licked Harry's abused lips. Harry sighed and parted his lips, allowing Severus to take his lower lip between his teeth and pull gently. At the same moment he felt a pleasant tug in his loins. He had heard that the lower lip was connected to the lower parts of the body in some unusual way, but he had never experienced it for himself...
He purred softly as Severus's hot lips covered his own and Harry felt a deliciously wet tongue slide into his mouth. He was more than willing to join him, letting Severus' tongue lead in their little dance. The man's tongue was moving in slow, rhythmic circles, acting like a teacher teaching a beginner the basic steps. Harry tried to imitate and replicate these movements as closely as possible, not trying to gain the upper hand now. It was no longer a fight, it was a reconciliation. They stroked each other's hair, running their fingers through their dark locks. Their swollen, wet lips gently rubbed against each other, breaking away from time to time to change the angle and making a pleasant smacking sound that Harry associated with eating something really tasty.
Severus was a perfect kisser and Harry couldn't bear the thought of having to wait so long to find out and experience it. Why didn't they do this before? It felt so damn good, so... intimate.
But it was worth the wait. It is definitely worth experiencing something so otherworldly. He felt as if he was tasting Severus' very essence with his lips and tongue. As if he could experience the full complexity of this man through his mouth. And Severus tasted... he tasted of sweetness, bitterness and herbs. He tasted of tenderness, mockery and self-control. It tasted of gentleness, brutality and professionalism. He tasted of Severus, Professor Snape and the Potions Master. And only Harry could know each of these flavors separately and all together, combined in one person. And he knew he would never forget them.
Tears appeared on his cheeks again. He didn't know where they came from, but he felt them flow slowly down his skin, stopping only where their faces were pressed together. Severus seemed to feel it too. He stopped the subtle yet dizzying penetration of Harry's mouth, placing one last, warm kiss on Harry's bruised lips, and pulled away, looking down at the wayward tears that refused to stop flowing.
Harry was ashamed of them. He had already teared up enough, and now he didn't even know why. Though it's possible that the glowing feeling of happiness inside him might have had something to do with it.
He considered turning or lowering his head, but then Severus moved even closer and Harry felt hot lips on his cheek. Lips that caught one of the tears and closed around it in a tender kiss.
Harry's heart - which had been beating almost in his throat - now stopped with a painful jerk.
Severus tore his mouth away and grabbed Harry's glasses with his fingers. He lifted them up to his forehead, then stuck out his tongue, touching the tear-carved trail that ended at his chin, and very slowly moved it upwards along the wet, salty path, thoroughly licking every tear he encountered. He touched the drop trembling on the eyelashes with the tip of his tongue and moved his face a little, repeating exactly the same actions on the other cheek.
Harry stood paralyzed, absolutely unable to make any gesture. He never, ever thought that Severus could be… could act like this… he couldn't even name it.
Severus pulled away and put his glasses back on, then leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry's cheek once more. Then he moved them to his chin and exposed neck. Harry had the impression that Severus was becoming more and more greedy with each kiss. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the man's lips, but those lips suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes and saw... he saw Severus take a step back and drop to his knees in front of him, running his hands down his sides and stopping at the waistband of his pants.
Oh gods! Severus... did Severus- did he really- really intend- want- no- oh gods-
Harry's thoughts turned into one big gibberish when he saw that dark figure of the man on his knees... in front of him; when he saw the long black cloak spread on the floor in the shape of a huge dark stain... And he felt as if he had suddenly had a very high fever, because Severus' hands in a lightning-fast movement pushed both his trousers and underpants down his thighs and Harry, with his last breath of consciousness, saw as his hard penis, red at the tip, straightens and swings for a moment. He bit his lip, feeling the cool breeze on the hot head, but then the world around him spun and dissolved, because Severus... because Severus wrapped his long spidery fingers around the shaft and- oh gods! -and he leaned even closer, licking his lips, and then-
"Aaaaaah..." Harry felt that incredibly hot, wet tongue touch the head of his cock and he just wanted to close his eyes and let himself be carried away by the sensations, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to see it!
He watched as the long tongue lazily circled the head and then continued along the shaft, along the thin, pulsating veins, leaving a wet trail behind. He watched as it returned along the same path and took another, equally sensitive path, moving all the way to the base and back again. How expertly it glides over the soft skin, pressing a little harder in some places and just grazing in others, so that every time Harry wanted more and more, he got exactly what he wanted. Severus used his tongue in a way that both left you unsatisfied and fulfilled your every desire.
And Merlin, it was- More, more, more!
The only thing that echoed in Harry's mind was the steady, hungry cry, and his thighs - which had been shaking before - now began to tremble. His hips jerked, completely out of his control, and he felt as if everything inside him was falling apart. He felt liquid fire in his loins and his penis throbbed so much that he feared it might explode at any moment. A constant stream of vibrating, hoarse moans erupted from his throat, turning into whimpers as Severus lifted his cock and slid his tongue between his balls, licking the space behind them, then wrapped his hot lips around them and engulfed them in his mouth, sucking and flicking them with his tongue. Harry was almost sure he was going to faint. With a sudden movement, he tilted his head back and his eyes rolled into his skull.
"Ooooghhhrrrrrr...!" A series of inarticulate sounds escaped his lips, mixed with the constant whistling that echoed in his ears. Severus stepped back as Harry's hips jerked and grabbed them firmly with his hands, closing them in an iron grip and pinning them to the wooden surface of the door, then resumed what he had interrupted, slowly running his tongue along the shaft and stopping at the very tip of the head.
Harry managed to open his eyes. He felt as if he had just stepped off a carousel spinning at breakneck speed. A steaming fog clouded his eyes, but he could see Severus' half-closed eyelids and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. However, what amazed him the most was the expression on the man's face. As if Severus was enjoying this even more than Harry was. But it seemed downright impossible, because it was- it was- He never thought it was possible to feel such pleasure. Now he knew, now he understood, why Severus loved it when Harry did this to him. Now he knew. So it felt like that. Like a lightning strike. Like an earthquake. He never thought- He had no idea that... that it's possible to die of pleasure.
That was his last thought, because at the same moment Severus wrapped his thin lips around the very head of Harry's cock and... lifted his eyelids, looking up, straight at him, as if he wanted to make sure if Harry was watching. And Harry was watching. He was watching into those black, misty eyes, looking at the straight, dark hair, at the black-covered shoulders, at the folds of his long robe lying on the floor, at the deep wrinkle between his eyebrows and at the wet lips covering the very tip of his erection. But he couldn't see anything else as Severus suddenly engulfed his cock and Harry sank into the hot wetness. His eyes squeezed tight, his head hit the door, and his hands involuntarily moved forward, tangling into the soft locks and grabbing them with aggressive greed. He screamed, moaned and whimpered, making a cacophony of indefinable sounds.
Wetness. Wetness. Heat. Depth. He was surrounded by wetness, hot and seemingly endless. And a tight ring of lips sliding up and down his throbbing erection. Up. And down. They were swallowing his cock into their wetness and releasing it. Up. And Down. And a soft, lashing tongue. Torturing him with single, quick licks. He felt Severus' head moving under his fingers. Backwards and forwards. Faster and faster. He held him by the hair and pressed against him as he pulled away, wanting to sink into that sense-depriving hot interior of his mouth again.
He forgot who he was, what his name was, he forgot about the whole world, immersed in ecstasy, in experiences unlike anything he had known before. There was only wetness. And heat. And tightly wrapped lips. And the tongue... He sobbed as the tip of his erection hit the slick, impossibly tight tunnel. Instinctively, he pulled Severus' head even closer and pressed even harder. So hard that the tip of the penis pressed into this narrow tunnel and then... everything burst into flames! He came with such force that it was as if he had just experienced his first orgasm in his life. His back arched, every muscle in his body tensed like ropes, and his penis twitched, shooting sperm straight down Severus' throat, who dug his fingers harder and harder into his hips. His body was consumed by fever, his eyelids were burning, and tears were quivering in the corners of his eyes. He felt as if he was falling headfirst into the abyss and it was the most perfect, most wonderful flight of his life.
Finally, from the steady, uninterrupted flood of orgasm, single waves emerged and flowed over and over again, filling every nook and cranny with pleasant tremors, and Harry's screams turned into pulsating moans.
"A-a-a-a-a..."
The waves slowly eased and the moans lessened, as did Harry's grip on Severus' hair. The man took this opportunity to pull back and catch his breath. Harry's erection slipped out of the hot interior of his mouth and collided with the cold air outside. He lifted his eyes sharply, sucking in a breath, and looked down. Severus rested his hands on his knees and panted, head bowed, licking his red lips.
Now that the strong grip of his arms was no longer holding Harry to the door, and his orgasm-strained muscles were turning to soggy mush, Harry found that he could no longer stay on his feet and that he was sinking to the floor. The experience was too strong, and the dizziness made his vision darken. So he closed it, letting gravity do its work, but then he felt arms grab him tightly and press him back against the door. He lifted his eyelids, looking straight into Severus' face. The man's pupils were unnaturally dilated, his cheeks were still flushed, and he looked as if he was half-conscious; as if he had lost himself so much that he had forgotten the whole world and nothing, absolutely nothing, except Harry mattered to him now.
Harry felt like he should say something, but no words seemed appropriate right now. He felt like they could shatter this magical atmosphere. So he decided to make a gesture. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Snape's lips. The man's lips were wet and hot and tasted... of something bitter and salty at the same time. Harry's heart suddenly jumped as he realized what it was.
He pulled his lips away, feeling his cheeks burn. God, had he really just... come in Severus' mouth?
But before he could process the thought, Severus slipped his hands under Harry's buttocks and abruptly lifted him up, tossing him up and down as easily as if Harry weighed nothing. Despite his surprise, Harry quickly threw his arms around his neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, and Severus moved towards the bedroom, never taking his eyes off Harry's face. His eyes were hazy and something uncontrollable burned in them.
The door was slightly ajar, so the man kicked it so hard that it hit the wall, then walked over to the bed and placed Harry on it. The sheets were smooth and cool, and Harry sank into them with pleasure, closing his eyes for a moment, but almost immediately opened them as he felt Severus take off his shoes, followed by his socks. He propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his hips, allowing Snape to slide down his trousers and briefs. There was something incredibly sexy about watching this tall man lean over him and remove his clothes with impatient movements. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, letting Severus slide his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor, then fell back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and looking up.
Severus straightened up, and he took a step back. Harry frowned, wondering what he was up to. He understood it the moment the man raised his hands, pointing them at his buttons and... started unbuttoning them.
Severus was... he was... he was undressing in front of him! He was really doing it! One by one, he unbuttoned the tiny, black, shiny buttons that ran in a long column along the tight, knee-length tunic, and with each button he unbuttoned, Harry's heart beat faster and faster. A black shirt emerged from under the tunic. Severus reached under his chin and unbuttoned his long cloak, which flowed slightly to the floor, and then with a graceful movement he removed both the floor-length robe and the tight tunic. Now he was only in a black shirt and trousers, and that was enough for Harry to be unable to take his eyes off him. But that wasn't the end yet. Harry watched with sick fascination as Severus raised his hands and began to unbutton his shirt. Pale skin emerged from underneath the dark fabric. More and more skin, and Harry's eyes moved up and down it, stopping at the dark line of hair that stretched from his navel down and disappeared under the waistband of his pants. Severus lowered his hands and let his shirt slowly slide down his arms. Harry finally saw what the man had been hiding from him for all these months...
Severus wasn't slim. He was skinny. Harry could clearly see the bones showing under the skin, especially on the arms, and the slightly protruding ribs. The skin was so pale as if it had never been exposed to sunlight, and in the dim light it looked almost gray. But that wasn't what caught the eye. What caught Harry's eye almost immediately were... the scars. Dark scars disfiguring the skin in several visible places. One of them started at the collarbone, went down, passed right next to the small, dark nipple and disappeared somewhere on the back near the waist. Another was on the hip. Another, short but very deep, ran just below the chest, on the ribs, another on the right shoulder, and the last, the deepest and clearest, crossed the left forearm, exactly where the Dark Mark was.
The Dark Mark... It was the first time Harry had seen it so close. It was dark and stood out clearly against the pale skin. A skull and a snake crawling out of its mouth. A symbol of enslavement; loyalty; mystery. A small piece of Severus' skin that will never belong to Harry. Which didn't even belong to Severus himself. A flaw. But weren't those flaws what made him so... alluring?
As the shirt fell to the floor, Severus bent down and quickly removed his shoes and socks. He straightened up and reached for his pants, unbuttoning them with a few hasty movements and then slowly sliding them down his hips. Harry's eyes were getting bigger and bigger as the pants revealed more parts of the man's body, and when a hard, massive penis emerged from under them, surrounded by a tuft of black hair, Harry felt as if he had been poured with boiling water. He clenched his fists on the smooth sheets and continued to watch as his pants fell to his ankles and Severus stepped out of them and stood before Harry, naked and fair, exuding confidence and a wild, predatory sexuality. Harry knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it.
Severus had incredibly long and thin legs, and on his right thigh there was another gash that ran down to his calf. Harry stared at it, his eyes traveling from the man's feet to the visibly hard penis hidden in the dark thicket, to his slim hips and the Dark Mark emblazoned on his forearm, to his scarred chest, to his focused face surrounded by black hair, with a deep frown between the eyebrows. and he knew it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Everything about Severus, every protruding bone, every scar, every gash, even the Dark Mark... it all seemed so beautiful to him, so incredibly beautiful, it took his breath away.
Harry wanted to touch that skin, feel it under his fingers, feel each of those scars, but before he could make a move, Severus beat him to it. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, moving over Harry on his hands and knees. Harry fell back, looking straight into his lust-filled pupils, and let himself be consumed by them as Severus lay on top of him, his lips finding Harry's and closing on them in a passionate kiss.
Oh, how different it felt... skin against skin, his own hot skin and Severus' cold skin, together, pressed against each other, mingling with each other, rubbing against each other, smooth, slippery... Merlin!
Harry hungrily wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling him even closer. So close that he could feel the bones digging into his flesh. And Severus' hard erection, which lay pressed between their hips. Harry's penis twitched, rubbing against the hard hairs on the man's stomach, and it all felt- It was-
Severus' tongue relentlessly penetrated the inside of his mouth, curling around his tongue in wet circles, massaging it, while his teeth teased his lower lip and Harry felt the tension in his lower abdomen becoming more and more noticeable. At some point, however, Severus tore his lips away, breathing heavily and looking at Harry with insatiable admiration. He raised his hand and gently ran a finger across his cheek.
"So sensitive..." he whispered in a voice filled with both surprise and admiration. "Extraordinary."
With these words, he placed another long, sensual kiss on Harry's lips, while stroking his hand over his cheek and face, as subtly as if he was touching a treasure he was afraid to stain.
'Why do you keep coming back to me?' he whispered directly into his mouth.
Harry lifted his eyelids and looked into that deep, dark depth of the eyes whom he had allowed to consumed him so many times before...
"I will always come back to you," he replied almost silently, brushing his lips against the lips opposite his own.
Severus lifted Harry's glasses and wrapped his answer in a kiss to Harry's closed eyelids.
"And why don't you ever let me go?" Harry asked quietly as Severus kissed the corner of his eye.
There was silence for a moment. Severus' lips stopped a few millimeters above Harry's cheek. And after a moment a trembling whisper came.
"You're the one who won't let me go."
Before Harry could even think about these words, Severus was caressing his lips again, combing his fingers through the black locks and pressing him into the mattress with such force that he seemed to want to absorb him into himself. Harry ran his hands down his back, feeling more scars under his fingers. He was touching and stroking the cool skin with just his fingertips and Severus was shivering and purring into his mouth and it felt so damn good! He eagerly searched for more places that would result in an immediate, more lively reaction from the man, but when he moved his hands to the sides and brushed his fingers against the spot just under his right shoulder, a few centimeters below his armpit, Severus let out a long, guttural moan and tensed, pulling away his lips from Harry's and lifting himself slightly on his hands. There was fire in his eyes and surprise on his face.
It was... a stunning discovery. It was like a magic button. Just a light brush was enough to make Severus squirm. Harry bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. Oh, he'll remember this place...
Severus was leaning over him, regaining his breath after the kiss. His lips were wet and red, and Harry knew that now... they belonged to him. He propped himself up on his elbows and stopped his face a few centimeters in front of Severus' face, then stuck out his tongue and seductively dragged it a millimeter from the man's lips. Severus frowned and quickly grabbed Harry's unruly tongue, pulled it into his mouth, bit it lightly with his teeth and started sucking. Harry moaned and his cock jerked. He felt like he was going to go crazy, that he was going to drown in Snape's mouth, that he was going to be swallowed up by it. He was already out of breath, but then the man released him and Harry gasped for air, falling onto the bed. There was that wonderful, mischievous smile on Severus's lips, and Harry felt a rush of delight again. He moved his hands back to the man's neck and lifted himself up, kissing those curled lips, then his chin and neck. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the scar on his collarbone, feeling its different, slightly rough texture. He wanted to kiss Severus, he wanted to kiss every scar, every nook and cranny of his body.
"I would like... to kiss every inch of your skin," he whispered hoarsely, pressing his lips to the pale skin. "You gave me- You drove me to- It was amazing. I almost fainted. I want... I want to kiss you. Let me."
An indefinite grunt escaped Severus' lips. Harry didn't know if it meant permission or not, but it didn't matter to him. He was going to do it anyway. He had to do it.
He stood up and, pressing lightly with his body, forced the man to roll to the side and lie on his back, and then, leaning on his elbow, he began to explore the unexplored land that was Severus Snape.
He moved first to his shoulders and chest while Severus ran his fingers through his hair, maintaining a certain amount of control over the situation that suggested that if Harry went too far, he could be brought to heel very quickly and none-too-gently. But Harry paid no attention, too absorbed in exploring Severus' body. He slowly moved his lips over the pale skin, inch by inch, placing short, juicy kisses on it until he reached the nipples. He cupped the dark nipple in his mouth and flicked it a few times with the tip of his tongue. Oh, Severus seemed to like this because he let out a loud grunt of approval. Harry began to kiss the skin around the nipples, occasionally making wet circles with his tongue, and each time Snape rewarded him with a series of moans and grunts. Then Harry went lower. He began kissing a path from his sternum to his navel and to the sides, wanting to touch every bit of skin with his lips. He paid most attention to the scars. Especially the deep one, located just below the ribs. It was smooth and like a small groove, and as he wrapped his lips around it, Harry involuntarily glanced up.
Severus was looking at him with his mouth parted. His eyes were so black, so beautiful... and now they were shining with a strange light that made something in Harry's stomach turn. He closed his eyes and returned to exploring Severus' body. He was already at the navel and, unable to stop himself, he stuck out his tongue and licked the warm inside.
"Ah!" The man shivered and jerked slightly, the muscles in his stomach tensing and Harry felt wild joy when he realized that he had apparently just discovered a second sensitive spot. He couldn't waste such an opportunity. He licked again, which caused an even more violent reaction. The fingers entwined in his hair tightened on them, and Severus' mouth uttered an anguished, "Stop..."
Harry smiled inwardly and moved lower, kissing the abdomen covered with short, hard hairs, then Severus' groin and hips. He felt the man tremble more and more as he approached the taut penis growing out of the dark thicket. Merlin, it looked so wonderful. How could anyone resist it? It tempted, invited to touch it, to taste it. Harry moved his head to the side and kissed the base of the rock hard shaft. The sharp smell of arousal filled his nostrils. He stuck out his tongue and began to run it along the entire length of the bloodshot, throbbing penis, but when he reached the head and wrapped his lips around it, he heard a hoarse "Enough!" between Severus' moans.
Harry released the hot, salty head from his mouth and looked at the man's face. Severus had his eyes squeezed shut and was breathing heavily. Apparently, in the state he was currently in, it was too much for him...
So Harry moved on. He kissed the thighs, feeling them quiver beneath his lips, kissed the long scar, the knees, and the hair-covered calves, until he reached his feet. The skin on their soles was rough and hard, but Harry kissed it too. It belonged to Severus, so it was exactly as it should be. Perfect.
When he was done, he pulled himself up and lay down next to the man again, pressing his lips to his bare shoulder and pressing gently.
"Move over... I want... your back..." he whispered between kisses. Severus glanced at him briefly, then rolled over, and Harry saw his back for the first time. It was covered with three long scars, running diagonally through it and crossing each other. He gently ran his finger along one of them, crossing the protruding shoulder blade and reaching to the tailbone, then leaned in and began to kiss them all. He didn't know where they came from, he could only guess, but they were part of Severus. They were beautiful.
His lips wandered over the scarred skin, trying to touch every bit of it, and when he pulled his mouth away for a moment, he heard the sound of the air being released, as if Severus had been holding it in for a while. He moved his lips to the soft line of the side and caressed it with kisses, from the hip, up to the armpit, and when he realized he was in that place, he couldn't help himself. It was amazing. To be able to make this man react so violently with just a touch... He had to see it again! He ran his nails over the sensitive spot and watched in fascination as Severus arched and shuddered! And Harry heard a pleasure-filled, vibrating moan.
"Aaaah..."
Oh, it was wonderful! He wanted to hear it again! He ran his nails over the skin again. The slender body tensed impulsively, as if struck by lightning, and another loud moan escaped Snape's lips, and before Harry could do it a third time, he was pushed away and pinned to the mattress, with Severus lying on top of him, pounding wild, feverish look.
"I haven't finished yet..." Harry started, but the rest of the sentence was lost in Severus' mouth.
Oh god! Yes, that was the best! The absolute best! That hot, slithering tongue in his mouth and the subtle caressing of his lips. Nuzzling each other's noses - small and straight, belonging to Harry, and Severus' large, sharp nose, resembling the beak of a bird of prey. Two naked bodies, pressed so tightly against each other that they seemed almost melted together. And... the sound of falling bottles?
Harry opened his eyes for a split second to see what was happening. Severus was wandering around the nightstand next to him, obviously looking for something.
Oh...
Harry lowered his eyes again, surrendering to the kiss and wrapping his legs and arms around the man. He knew what Severus was looking for, and just thinking about it was enough to make his cock even more interested in the situation, even though it was already impossibly hard.
Harry heard the sound of a bottle being uncorked and after a while, without breaking the kiss, Severus lifted himself up a little, slipped his hand between their bodies and carefully lubricated his erection. Harry, trembling with impatience, raised his hips, wrapped his legs even tighter around the man's back and... moaned into his mouth as he felt him enter him with a smooth, careful thrust. Severus' penis was so hot that it resembled a molten iron rod. It was pulsating inside him, tearing through the tight tunnel of muscles, sinking into him, filling him with liquid happiness. Harry wanted more, even more Severus, inside himself.
He wrapped his tongue around Severus' tongue penetrating his mouth and started sucking it. The man was leaning over... no, lying on top of him, propping himself up on his elbow, and stroking Harry's hair with one hand and he reached out with the other hand, removing Harry's hand from around his neck, grabbed his hand, placed it on the bed, and intertwined their fingers tightly. He broke the kiss for a moment and whispered directly into Harry's throbbing lips:
"You are only mine. And the rest go to hell."
At the same moment, he withdrew slightly and began to push into him with slow, deep thrusts, as if he wanted to prolong these moments as much as possible, savor them, drag them out, torturing them both in the most pleasant way possible. Severus groaned throatily with each thrust, pulling at Harry's lip with his teeth as Harry gasped for air and then buried himself in Severus' mouth again.
And amidst all the moans and grunts and kisses and thrusts and sighs, a thought appeared in Harry's dazed, inebriated mind. That never before had he and Severus... been as connected as they were now. Connected by body, mouth, taste, smell... they were one. Harry felt it in every thrust, in every explosion of pleasure erupting in his loins, in every flick of his tongue, in every breath Severus mingled with his own, in every tender stroke of his hair, in every squeeze of his hand when Severus had to stop for a moment. to calm down, because he wanted to be inside Harry as long as possible... but eventually he couldn't hold back anymore. And he entered him again, faster and more greedily, and Harry's cock rubbed against the hairs on his stomach and was throbbing, throbbing so much... Each stroke was like a whip from an electrified whip, and those hot lips... they were everywhere, biting his lips, sucking his tongue, caressing his cheeks, and palate, brushing his teeth and they tasted of herbs and sweetness... Bare skin was rubbing against his skin, so close, so very, very close... and he felt Severus' heart beating fast, right in front of his heart, it was beating faster and faster and faster and... yes, oh god, yes, yes, yes!
Two strangled moans simultaneously escaped from their connected mouths. The two sweaty bodies tensed, pressed against each other and locked in an embrace so tight as if they wanted to stay like that forever. And they were trembling. They were trembling against each other for a long time, until there was nothing left in their tense testicles to give each other, and the waves of fiery orgasm flowed away, leaving behind the fulfillment and silence, filled only with two shallow breaths of hot air blowing over the opposite lips.
Harry struggled to open his eyes. Everything around him was spinning at a dizzying speed, making it hard for him to focus, but he was filled with such... happiness! It circulated in the veins, pulsated in the exhausted muscles, buzzed in the ears, flowed through the nervous system.
Severus' eyes opened as well. They were still slightly hazy, as if the man had not yet fully recovered, but Harry could see the same warm glow in them, now even stronger. He stared into their deep, endless blackness and knew that he had never, ever... felt anything like it. Something so...incredibly...addictive. Absorbing. Powerful. Beautiful.
"I love you," he whispered hungrily. Severus' eyes suddenly widened and darkened.
Oh god, he told him that! He really said it! He didn't mean to, but... it was stronger. So strong, almost devastating.
"I love you so much, Severus..." He couldn't stop it. The words just flowed out.
With his heart beating madly, he stared at the man, waiting for some reaction, and then... unbelievably... he saw sadness on his face. He couldn't be wrong. It was too obvious. Too shocking. Severus's face turned sad.
Harry had no idea what to think about this. He didn't expect such a reaction... In fact, he didn't know what to expect... in fact, it slipped out of his mind so suddenly that he didn't even have time to think about the man's likely reaction, but this... this was at least… weird.
Severus closed his eyes and licked his lips. He looked like he was trying to control himself very quickly. And apparently he succeeded, because when he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of sadness left. He raised his hand, freeing their entwined hands, and gently brushed Harry's sweaty bangs away from his forehead, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling that the gesture... that it meant something. But before he could think about it any further, Severus rolled over and lay on his back.
Harry held his breath. Maybe he shouldn't have said that... Maybe it... was too much. Too early. Too... damn!
But suddenly he felt an arm slip behind his back. Severus wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, and Harry let out a relieved breath. The man took his glasses off his nose and put them on the bedside table. Harry rolled over and placed himself on Severus' shoulder, burying his face in the crook of his neck and wrapping his arm around his waist. He could hear his breathing and his heartbeat slowly slowing down.
"Dipsas," Snape said suddenly, breaking the velvety silence. Harry blinked and jerked his head up, looking at the man in surprise.
"What?"
"Dipsas. The password to my chambers," Severus added, staring at the ceiling. "So that you can always come, even if I'm not there. You asked for it once."
Harry's lips stretched into a wide smile.
"Thank you," he whispered, not sure how to express what was now burning in his heart. "I... I mean... thank you."
"I may be gone for the next few days," the man continued, still not looking at Harry. "That's why I would prefer if you could come here freely. Especially when you feel the need to go, let's say, to the Restricted Section."
Harry ignored the remark. As long as he had Severus, the Restricted Section didn't interest him at all.
"Where will you be then?" he asked, tracing circles on Severus' pale torso with his finger.
"I have some things to do," the man replied, and Harry could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn't going to get any more out of him.
"So we won't go to Hogsmeade after all?" He asked. Severus pursed his lips and Harry saw a shadow pass across the man's face, although it was very brief and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
"We'll postpone it for... another time. Don't think about it now," Severus replied, and Harry heard a bitter note in his words.
"Everything's all right?" he asked, looking at the man with concern. Severus turned his head and looked at him.
"Excellent," he replied, though there was still some blemish in his voice. "I'm just tired."
"Oh." Harry placed his head on Severus' shoulder again. "Then... we can go to sleep. I just want you to know that it... that I... that it was amazing and... you made me so happy and... it was the most beautiful evening of my life and... thank you." He bit his lip. He didn't want to babble, but he couldn't stop himself. He was so happy he had to let it out.
Severus moved and in response, pressed his lips to Harry's forehead, placing an incredibly long and tender kiss there. Then he pulled away, pulled him even closer, and closed his eyes. Harry buried his face into his neck and closed his eyes as well.
"Goodnight, Severus," he whispered quietly. "And... I'm sorry I spilled the tea."
He felt Severus' hand tighten on his back.
"It doesn't matter. Good night."
Harry sighed and snuggled closer to the man. Severus' skin smelled of sweat and a mixture of herbs and something sweet. Cinnamon. He could hear his calm breathing above. He felt it with every cell of his body, so close, so very, very close...
He finally did it. Finally, he did what seemed impossible... He won Severus' heart.
It was a long, arduous and bumpy road. Several times he felt like turning back and refrained from doing so at the last moment, but now he was grateful to himself for persevering. He wouldn't change anything, any decision he made, any choice, even if they seemed wrong at first because they had led him this far. Until now. The most beautiful moment of his life. The moment when everything he had fought for, dreamed about and longed for... was finally his! Only his!
And even when he wanted to give up... even when all the signs in heaven and on earth were telling him to run away... he always knew deep in his heart that he would succeed. Because he saw it in Severus' every glance. In every subsequent gesture. He saw that he was not indifferent to him and that the wall with which the man had surrounded himself... that this wall was getting weaker. He remembered all the feelings Snape had shown him... they were too real to fake. He remembered all the little things, conversations, smiles that made him believe that he was getting closer, that the next sharp turn might be the last...
And even though he had to endure a lot of blows and a lot of falls, now, with hindsight, he knew that it was worth it. Because tonight Severus... gave his all to him. He revealed himself completely to him. It was as if he was still trying to fight, as if something was still preventing him from doing so, but when that wall was finally broken... what was on the other side; what was pressing down on him, trapped and controlled; everything Severus had never wanted to give him, everything that he had refused to give before... it was finally released and fell like a waterfall. And Harry simply couldn't believe that half a year ago Severus hadn't even been able to hug him. It seemed to him that centuries had passed since then. Entire millennia between that cruel, merciless Potions Master and... this tender, sensual man.
Severus' breathing became deeper, even.
Harry carefully lifted his head, looking at his sleeping face.
I've got you. And I will never let you free again.
He put his head back, closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Severus' neck where the blood pulsed beneath the skin. He felt its warmth. And he knew it belonged to him. That now everything about this cold man belonged to him.
He wasn't wrong. It was the most wonderful day of his life.
As he drifted off into the land of sleep, there was only one thought in his head...
He's gotten his greatest desire. He's gotten his desiderium intimum.
This is the moment!
This is the day,
When I send all my doubts and demons
On their way!
Give me this moment -
This precious chance -
I'll gather up my past
And make some sense at last!
This is the moment
When all I've done -
All the dreaming,
Scheming and screaming,
Become one!
This is the day -
See it sparkle and shine,
When all I've lived for
Becomes mine!
For all these years,
I've faced the world alone,
And now the time has come
To prove to them
I've made it on my own!
This is the moment -
My final test -
I won't look down
And must not fall!
This is the moment
The sweetest moment of them all!
This is the moment!
Damn all the odds!
This day, or never,
I'll sit forever
With the gods!
When I look back,
I will always recall
Moment for moment,
This was the moment,
The greatest moment
Of them all!**
* "Who wants to live forever" by Queen
** "This is the moment" by Frank Wildhorn