Going On

As Severus lowered his mouth to Harry’s, the sensation of soft lips against his made him gasp.  Harry’s lips were firm.  His tongue stole out to trace the outline of Severus’ lips, and as they parted, Harry’s tongue snaked against Severus’, exploring his mouth, his teeth.  The kiss was slow, and gentle, and asked a million shy questions, which Severus tried his best to answer.  His hand stole into the unruly little curls at the top of Harry’s neck.  Harry’s hands came to Severus’ chest, splayed out in silent appeal.  As Severus sucked on Harry’s tongue, a low throaty groan escaped him.  His arms encircled the smaller man, and pulled him closer.  Harry’s hand stole underneath his jumper, traced the scars that lined Severus’ chest, lightly traced a nipple.

Pausing to take a breath that was more sob, Harry finally said “Severus”  It was the most beautiful sound Severus had ever heard.  Severus had never heard anyone say his name before with such gentleness, such reverence.  

“What do you want, Harry?” Severus’ voice was deep, honey-filled, dripping with desire and love and anticipation.

Harry sat quietly, his eyes bright, a flush on his cheeks.  He removed his hands from Severus’ chest, rested them in his lap.  He fidgeted with the hem of his jumper.  Finally he said “I’m afraid to ask for what I want.  I’ve never been so afraid of being rejected.”

Severus chuckles.  “Where’s that Gryffindor bravery, Harry?  I’ve never known you to be anything other than single-minded in pursuing what you want”

“The stakes are too high.  Too much to lose”

“Do you trust me?”  It all came down to one fundamental question, didn’t it?  Did Harry trust Severus to value the gift of his heart?  Was Severus able to see the man behind the fables, and the expectations, and the failures?

Harry continued watching Severus evenly.  His kiss-reddened lips parted.  “I trust you with my life”

“And what of your heart?  Your soul?”

“They’ve always been yours”

“Truly?”  Severus heard the insecurity in his own voice.

“Yes.  Ever since I found a battered old textbook in Slughorn’s potions cabinet.”

“Then trust me enough to tell me what you want, Harry”

“I want you” his voice was quiet, steadfast.  His hands were knotted in his lap, and he rubbed the square thumb of his right across a set of scars on his left.  “I want every part of you, and I want you to want me back.  I want to share morning coffee with you, and I want your eyes to be the ones I look into every night.  I want your future, Severus”

“You only needed to ask”

Harry took a deep breath, as though summoning his courage.  “Do you mean that?  That you might someday…” his resolve faltered but he squared his shoulders “That you might someday care for me?  Because I don’t know if I could bear it if this were just about sex for you.  Or some sort of obligation, or something.  I only-“

“Harry” Severus took one of Harry’s hands, raised it to his lips.  “I care about you.” Summoning his own bravery, he mumbled into Harry’s knuckles “I love you”

A couple of huge tears welled up in Harry’s eyes and slid slowly down his cheeks.  “It’s better than I ever dreamed” he whispered.

“What is?”

“Being loved.  Severus”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Could I ask for something else?” 

“Anything”

“Would you take me to bed?”  Harry’s eyes were vibrant, and he looked at Severus intensely.  It seemed to take them an inordinate amount of time to reach Harry’s bedroom, since they had to stop periodically to lean against a wall and kiss.  In the hallway, Harry’s arms twined around his back, stealing under his sweater and stroking the skin there.  As Severus nibbled Harry’s earlobe, his breath coming fast and hard on Harry’s neck, Harry’s nails dug into his back for a moment.  With a growl, Severus scooped Harry up and crossed the remaining distance to the doorway.  Once inside, he cast a number of silencing charms, and placed Harry gently on the bed.

He looked beautiful laying there on his back.  His messy hair was tousled and his eyes glowed brightly.  His lips were red and swollen, and curved into a shy smile.  “What do you want?” Severus whispered into his ear, causing Harry to shiver.

“I want” Harry said “for you to take my clothes off, and I want you to touch me.  I want to feel you inside me”

“Yes” breathed Severus.  He positioned himself over the lithe form and pressed his lips to Harry’s.  Harry groaned, opening his lips to receive Severus’ tongue.  The friction went straight to Severus’ groin and for a delicious moment, he ground his erection into Harry’s, before the younger man’s hands were pulling ineffectually at his jumper.  Parting their lips, Severus made short work of Harry’s and his own jumpers, trying not to come from the sound of the delicious whimpers coming from Harry as he mourned the loss of Severus’ kisses.  Fortunately, Harry regained enough presence of mind to fumble at Severus’ trouser fastenings, while Severus reciprocated, unzipping Harry’s jeans.  Merlin, he’s not wearing pants underneath Severus thought to himself, as Harry’s hard cock strained free of its denim confines.  Gently, Severus pulled at Harry’s jeans, peeling the tight fabric from Harry’s hard thighs.  Severus’ own trousers followed, as well as his smalls, and before he knew it, his senses were overloading at the feeling of his skin against Harry’s.

Harry was nearly hairless, just a bit under his arms, and a delightful strip that led down to his cock, which was also surrounded by a nest of soft curls.  “You’re lovely” Severus said.  Harry blushed so beautifully, that Severus couldn’t resist licking his cheek, to see if he tasted anywhere near as good as he looked.  Severus’ questing mouth continued its exploration, peppering soft, wet kisses on Harry’s clefted chin, sucking a delightful little bruise onto his neck.  He paid particular attention to Harry’s collarbone, which, if the sounds he were making were any indication, Harry quite approved of.  Spying a dark nipple, Severus laved the little nub, nibbling and sucking, raising a cry from Harry when he nipped hard, before he laved the sensitive nipple with his tongue and moved to give similar treatment to the other one.  

Harry’s hips were bucking, trying to increase the friction between their cocks, and Severus angled his own hips away.  “Patience, my Harry” he said softly.  “Let me love you, every part of you. We have time”

“I need you.  I need you to touch me, touch my cock” Harry’s voice had deepened and his eyes were glazed.  With a smile, Severus returned to his exploration of Harry’s body, pausing for a moment to plunge his tongue into his navel.  The resultant gasp made him chuckle, and he continued lower, pausing only to bite gently at the vee of his torso.  Harry’s cock was beautiful, long, thick, dripping pre come down its shaft.  Severus lapped at the slit, tasting Harry’s spilling the moisture there before licking down the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft.  Harry whimpered.  “Mm, yes, Sev, please that feels so good”

As he laved the head of Harry’s cock, tasting his essence and swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, Severus’ hand stole down to cup Harry’s balls, heavy and full, before pressing his finger against the sensitive skin between his balls and his hole.  He engulfed Harry’s cock with his mouth and a strangled cry erupted from Harry’s mouth.  Opening his throat and sucking hard, Severus wordlessly conjured lube and with his now-oily fingers, circled Harry’s hole.  “Please, Sev” Harry begged brokenly.  As his first finger breached the tight muscle, he felt Harry jerk, and the head of his cock went further down Severus’ throat.  Harry’s orgasm came without warning, and Severus swallowed his seed, licking the sensitive head of Harry’s cock.

Another finger followed the first, and brushed against Harry’s prostate.  The tight muscles relaxed and Severus scissored and stretched, preparing him to take his cock.  A third finger, and Harry was fucking himself against Severus’ hand.  “I can’t wait, please fuck me” Harry begged.  A pillow was summoned and arranged underneath him.

The sensation of breaching Harry’s tight muscles with his cock nearly made Severus come.  He took a deep breath and stilled, waiting for Harry to relax and desperately thinking unsexy thoughts to delay his impending orgasm.  Finally, Harry’s hands came up to either sides of his face.  He stroked Severus’ cheek.  Severus leaned down to kiss Harry, their tongues languidly stroking together.  “Move, Severus, please” 

As he withdrew and snapped his hips forward, burying his cock into Harry’s tight channel, Severus wondered if sex had ever been more perfect.  It was as if Harry had been made for him.  He changed the angle, hit Harry’s prostate, prompting another strangled cry.  Severus couldn’t slow down if he wanted to now, and he fucked Harry desperately, seeking release.  A tightening in his belly, his balls, and Severus poured his seed into Harry’s hot passage.  Severus cried out, and so did Harry as he came again, all over his chest and Severus’.

Consumed by passion, neither man noticed the bright burst of light that filled the room as they both reached release.  Casting a weary scourgify, Severus wrapped his arms around Harry’s drowsy frame and succumbed to sleep.