Day 14: Deepthroating
The dim light of the fire cast a soft, golden glow across the bedroom as Harry stood by the window, gazing out at the peaceful night. The soft rustling of the wind outside, combined with the warmth of the fire, created an intimate, quiet atmosphere, perfect for their special night. It was their anniversary—five years of marriage—and Harry could hardly believe how quickly time had passed.
Behind him, Snape moved with quiet grace, the soft rustling of his robes the only sound in the room besides the crackling of the fire. Harry felt Snape's presence before he heard him, a comforting and familiar weight settling over him as Snape approached. There was a certain peace in moments like these—a deep bond between them that had only grown stronger over the years.
"You're brooding again," Snape said softly, his voice low and teasing as he stepped up behind Harry, sliding his arms around Harry's waist. "You're supposed to be celebrating."
Harry smiled, leaning back into Snape's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his robes. "I'm just thinking," Harry murmured, his voice soft but content. "About how lucky I am."
Snape chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the side of Harry's neck as he tightened his arms around him. "Five years, and you're still saying things like that," Snape teased, though his tone was filled with quiet affection.
Harry turned in Snape's arms, resting his hands on Snape's chest as he looked up at him. "I mean it," Harry said softly, his green eyes gleaming in the firelight. "I've been lucky every day since we've been together."
Snape's expression softened slightly, a rare, fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I suppose I can't argue with that," Snape replied, his hands sliding up to cup Harry's face. "But tonight, I intend to remind you just how lucky you are."
Harry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?"
Snape's smile widened slightly, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "By indulging you, of course," he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly over Harry's lips. "I intend to take care of you tonight, Potter."
Harry's heart skipped a beat at the promise in Snape's voice, his body already responding to the idea of being pampered and loved by his husband. It wasn't often that Snape took on such a soft, indulgent role, but on their anniversary, he always made sure to make it special.
Without another word, Snape guided Harry to the edge of the bed, his hands firm but gentle as he urged Harry to sit down. The firelight danced across Snape's features, making the moment feel even more intimate, as though the outside world had melted away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, shared space.
Harry sat back on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as Snape knelt in front of him. It was a sight Harry never got used to—Snape, the formidable and commanding man he was, kneeling before him with a look of complete devotion in his eyes. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched Snape's hands move to undo his trousers, his fingers working quickly but with a precision that made Harry's stomach flutter with anticipation.
Snape's gaze never left Harry's as he slowly pulled Harry's trousers down, revealing Harry's growing arousal. Harry's cock twitched as the cool air brushed over it, but the heat in Snape's gaze was enough to make his skin feel like it was on fire.
"You don't need to do this," Harry whispered, his voice filled with emotion. He was always overwhelmed by how much Snape gave him, how much they had come to mean to one another.
Snape's eyes softened, a rare tenderness shining in the dark depths of his gaze. "I want to," he replied simply. "I want to make you feel good tonight."
Harry's breath hitched as Snape's hands wrapped around the base of his cock, his touch firm but gentle. The contrast of Snape's cool fingers and the heat of Harry's arousal sent a shiver down Harry's spine, his entire body already humming with anticipation.
Snape leaned forward, his lips brushing against the tip of Harry's cock in a soft, teasing kiss. Harry let out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping the sheets as he watched Snape, completely mesmerized by the sight of his husband slowly taking him into his mouth.
The heat of Snape's mouth enveloped him, and Harry's head fell back with a soft groan. The sensation was overwhelming—Snape's lips wrapped around him, his tongue swirling over the head of Harry's cock with slow, deliberate strokes. The intimacy of the moment, the way Snape took his time to pleasure Harry, made Harry's heart swell with affection and desire.
Snape's movements were unhurried, methodical, as though he was savoring every second, every reaction he drew from Harry's body. He slid his mouth further down Harry's length, taking him deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate Harry's size. Harry gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets as the sensation of Snape's mouth around him threatened to undo him.
"Severus," Harry breathed, his voice trembling with pleasure. "Merlin, that feels… so good…"
Snape's response was a low hum around Harry's cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through Harry's entire body. Snape's hands gripped Harry's hips, holding him in place as he took Harry deeper into his mouth, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world to make Harry fall apart.
Harry's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Snape's mouth worked him with practiced precision, his tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of Harry's cock with each movement. The heat of Snape's mouth, combined with the wetness of his lips and the gentle pressure of his throat, was overwhelming, and Harry could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each passing second.
But Snape wasn't in any rush. He kept the pace slow, his eyes never leaving Harry's as he pulled back slightly, his tongue teasing the head of Harry's cock with soft, swirling motions. Harry's body trembled with need, his hips instinctively bucking forward, but Snape held him in place, his grip firm but reassuring.
"Please," Harry whispered, his voice thick with arousal and affection. "Severus, I—"
Snape's mouth moved lower again, taking Harry deeper, and Harry's words were cut off by a low groan. The sensation of being enveloped so completely by Snape's mouth, of knowing that Snape was doing this purely to make him feel good, was overwhelming. The love and care behind each movement, the way Snape's mouth worked him with such skill and devotion, made Harry's heart race.
Snape's pace quickened slightly, his mouth sliding up and down Harry's length with more intensity now, his throat relaxing further as he took Harry as deep as he could. The sight of his husband on his knees, the feel of Snape's lips and tongue working him so expertly, sent Harry spiraling closer to the edge, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Severus," Harry gasped, his voice barely more than a breath as he felt the tension coiling tight in his stomach. "I'm close, I—"
But Snape didn't pull away. He didn't slow down. Instead, he took Harry even deeper, his throat relaxing completely as he swallowed around Harry's cock. The sensation of Snape's throat tightening around him, the heat and wetness of his mouth, pushed Harry over the edge.
With a strangled moan, Harry came, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Snape held him in place, his mouth still working Harry through his release, swallowing every drop with practiced ease. The sight of Snape taking him so completely, the feel of his husband's mouth around him, was enough to make Harry's mind go blank with pleasure.
When it was over, Harry slumped back against the bed, completely spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Snape pulled back slowly, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up gracefully, his dark eyes gleaming with affection as he looked down at Harry.
"Happy anniversary," Snape murmured, his voice soft and filled with warmth.
Harry smiled, reaching up to pull Snape down into a kiss. "Happy anniversary," he whispered against Snape's lips, his heart full. "I love you."
Snape's lips curled into a rare, genuine smile as he kissed Harry back, his hands gently cradling Harry's face. "And I love you," Snape whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Always."
They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their love filling the room as they celebrated their anniversary in the most intimate way possible.
