Control

AN: I am bored today so this is the second chapter. Can you imagine the picture of those two having hot passionate sex under the stars, near the sea?

Eve You are right about Snape and I guess Harry has to learn quite a bit about his lover.


Strength


The night was pretty warm, a soft breeze drifting in from the sea and the sand under Harry's feet felt pleasant as he reclined against the little rock in his back. Snape had spread out on the blanket propping his head up with a pillow he had transfigured and his eyes were closed as he listened to waves rolling in.

Sipping from his drink Harry sighed deeply. “This is perfect, “ he muttered and took a bite from the strawberry cake Slinky had added to their picnic basket.

Turning his head Snape opened his eyes. “This was my favourite spot when I was a child. I loved to stay outside long into the night and read near the sea.”

“And it was far away from your father,” Harry whispered.

“And that,” Snape added just as quietly. When he saw Harry fidget he rolled his eyes, curling his lips looking remarkably like the professor he once was. “Ask!”

Looking up from his lap Harry grinned ruefully. “Am I so transparent?”

“You never learnt occlumency and even if I try to block out your thoughts, you are presenting them on a platter and push them under my nose.” He looked annoyed. “And I can live without you projecting your sexual frustration on me during lunch.”

Harry's cheeks flamed up. “Sorry.”

Snape only huffed but it lacked the usual vengeance. Sighing Harry rolled onto his side and lowered himself to the ground so his head rested in the hollow of his lover's neck.

“What was my mother like?”

Snape hesitated for a moment. “Why do you ask me?”

“Just because,” Harry muttered not wanting to get Slinky into trouble for telling him Snape's reaction to his mother's death.

Strangely Snape let it go and just shifted to lay a little more comfortably.

“She was one of the kindest persons I ever met, even going out of her way to defend me against your father and Black. She was very likely the only person in my life who offered me her friendship for nothing in return. “ A smile was playing around the older wizard's lips. “Actually you are a lot like her.”

“Really?” Harry frowned. “Everybody always tells me I am like my father.”

Snape gently caressed the boy's cheek. “It is true, you are the spitting image of him but personality-wise you are more like your mother. She was not sorted into Gryffindor for nothing. Lilly was fiercely protective of people she considered her friends and more than once she hexed your father or Black when they were particularly nasty to me.”

Harry nuzzled Snape's neck and sighed. “I always thought my father was some kind of hero but the more I hear about him, the more I realise he was nothing of that sort.”

Hugging his lover closer Snape trailed a path over Harry's throat. “I figure he was a person with vices and virtues and I find I am rather fond of some of his character traits in you.”

“Like what?”

“Hm, for example your stubbornness, even though sometimes it drives me mad.” He let his hands travel south to slide them under his lover's shirt and casually rubbed his nipples into hardness. “As Hayden said yesterday- I like my pets to have their own will.”

Turning to give the older wizards more access Harry let his own hand wander down to Snape's lap to brush over his hardness. A slight intake of air proved to him that his lover was not as unresponsive as he pretended.

“Will you explain to me now what I have to do to be your pet? Because Adrian did explain it somewhat but it still is hazy. It sounded like you are in charge and I obey.”

“That it part of it but as I tried to explain to you to give up power can empower you at the same time. It is no force involved and that exchange of power is temporarily.”

Harry considered that for a while until Snape's hand brushed over his hardened cock and he moaned softly forgetting his own task of trying to return the favour.

“You are so easily distracted,” Snape murmured into Harry's hair and rolled both of them so that he was on top. Peering into his young lover's green eyes, he trailed his fingers down his throat.

“Tell me what you want?”

“You.”


Bending down Severus seized Harry chin and took his mouth in a searing kiss his tongue this time more probing, more in control than ever before. All Harry could do was cling to his shoulders and let it happen. Finally the potion master let go but as a parting gift he bit into Harry's lower lip causing the skin to tear slightly.

A vehement moan was Harry's reaction when Severus trailed one finger over the gash to smear the blood over the boy's rosy lips, drenching them in scarlet. Darting out his tongue he took Harry's mouth again the copper taste of the blood going straight to his loin. The boy groaned against his master's mouth and spread his legs to allow the older wizard to rest more comfortably.

Potter was the perfect pet.

Letting go of his lips for now Severus carefully bit into Harry's shoulder, once again drawing blood and pulling away he admired his love bite against the boy's tanned skin. Nobody, not even the stupid mut or the meddling fool would take his pet away from him. Growling deep in his throat he noticed Harry's wide eyes that were glazed over and the rock hard cock that pressed into his abdomen. Twisting his features into a predatory sneer Severus flicked his wand to undress them both enjoying the sensation of skin against skin.

Experimentally he moved his body just the slightest bit and was rewarded when the boy threw his head back and moaned louder than before.

“Who are you?” whispered Severus against the boy's heated face desire rippling through his body.

Harry whimpered softly when Severus stilled his movements to get his attention and reluctantly his eyes focused on the sexy sight above him.


“Your pet,” Harry breathed out not sure if he could stand the torture any longer. He needed his release.


Black eyes blazed with hunger. “Good answer.”


Severus drew away slightly and gently turned Potter onto his side spooning him from behind, his own need now too strong and not much of his self-control left. Pulling Harry's body flush against his own, he began to nibble on his ear lobe remembering how much he had enjoyed it. The boy seemed to have lost all his capacity to form word and he moaned, whimpered and mumbled meaningless words grating his buttocks against the older wizard.


Not bothering to prepare the boy Severus roughly thrust his cock inside feeling the opening stretch and accommodate his size. Pushing in and out several times, each thrust accompanied by a wail from his lover who by now was shaking with desire and need, Severus finally let go of his control, allowed himself to just move without thinking and felt Harry' dig his nails into his arms, spurring him further on. Feeling the boy getting rigid, he came hard his whole body shaking with ardour.

Harry felt his own release and the feeling of content in that moment, quieted any doubts he might still have about whether he liked that kind of relationship, whether he was gay or not. Slowly he came to his senses feeling his master's body trembling behind him and the feeling of loss was imminent when he pulled out. Not caring for the way it hurt, Harry turned around and was shocked to see the older wizard with his eyes closed, still trembling every colour gone from his face. Understanding somewhere inside that Severus was probably fighting his every emotion, Harry pulled him tight and spelled a spare blanket over their bodies to keep in the warmth.


“Hush,” Harry muttered softly against his lover's hair. “It's alright.” He pinched his eyes shut when he realized that the wetness on his face were Severus' tears and wrapped his legs around the still shaking body.

Minutes passed and finally the potion master calmed down enough to return the tight embrace and buried his face into the mop of brown curls. He had had pets before and he had had sex with them but never allowed so many emotions to overpower him and lose himself into them. Drawing in his breath he smelled sandalwood, a bit of lemon from his shower gel and Harry's unique scent. Eventually this allowed himself to calm down and pull himself together.

He felt a soft kiss on his cheeks and the boy's surprisingly strong arms that provided as much comfort as strength and he wondered how somebody could give up control so easily and then take it back without any problems.

“Let's go home,” Severus whispered and felt Harry nodding against his chest.

“Home.”

I admit, sometimes I am a fluffy bunny.