Last Minute Prezzie

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Severus tried once more to get comfortable in the bed he shared with his husband Harry, but just like the night before and every bloody night that week, he couldn’t get comfortable. It didn’t matter what position he tried to lie in, rest just was not possible. Pillow behind his back to lean against, pillow wedged between his knees to ease the strain on his lower back, two pillows under his head, and there was no forgetting the pillow that was lying under his swollen, pregnant tummy as he tried to sleep on his left side.
It didn’t matter what the Potions Master tried, it didn’t work. He was miserable. Not only was he pregnant and not sleeping, his Healer had placed him on bed rest. The nerve of the bas…Healer.
Once again Severus opened his dark eyes and looked at his peacefully sleeping Harry. He couldn’t deny the fact that he loved him with all his heart and was happy to be able to give Harry the child he had wanted, but right now he just wanted to hex that peaceful, dreamy look off his sleeping face.
Severus lay there for a few minutes quietly while he contemplated exactly which curse he could get away with using, when he started to notice a new sensation. He was itchy.
Merlin, Severus thought, this is too bloody much, no sleep, swollen ankles, bloody stretch marks, overactive sex drive that was NOT being taken care of, aching back….now he itched everywhere. His hands, his arms, his tummy, his thighs, his blessed feet for Merlin’s sake.
Rolling to his back, he let out a pitiful whimper unknowingly, then froze as Harry stirred in his sleep. Blinking back tears at the newest torture his body was using against his sanity, Severus tried to sit up without flailing about too much, but he was just too far gone in his pregnancy now. Harry mumbled as he started to wake.
“Shhhhh….go back to sleep,” Severus whimpered quietly. He didn’t want him to know how badly he was fairing at trying to rest, he knew Harry worried too much about him to begin with.
“Sev…baby, what is wrong?” Harry asked as he opened his eyes and reached for his glasses that were on the bedside table.
“Nothing Harry, go back to sleep,” Severus whispered, trying to control the noise his nails were making as he dug at his belly trying to soothe the maddening itch.
“Lumos” Harry muttered and sat up to look at his husband. Eyes opening wider as he saw the near bloody furrows Severus was digging into his flesh.
“No loves…don’t,” you are going to hurt yourself,” Harry murmured as he caught Severus’ hands with his own, ” Why didn’t you use your lotion?”
Harry accioed the hand lotion from the bathroom and began to rub it into Severus’ skin, waiting as he presented each itchy body part for care.
Severus turned his head and mumbled, his pale face flushing with shame, “I couldn’t get my fat arse out of bed by myself. And Healer Thomas said no magic while I am on bed rest.”
Harry sighed softly as he gently grasped the other man’s chin and turned his head to face him, “Love, any time you need anything, I want you to tell me.”
“You were sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.” Was the hesitant reply.
“Piffle Sev, I mean it, any time at all, just tell me.” Harry said as he moved the other man to sit between his spread legs so he could rub his back.
Severus leaned into the touch and yawned tiredly, “That feels so good.”
“You still aren’t sleeping, are you?” Harry asked with concern as he worked the tension knots out of his love’s neck. Severus just shook his head no and closed his eyes to enjoy Harry’s hands on his body.
“I know what would make me feel better and help me sleep,” he said suddenly.
“What’s that?
“Being thoroughly and completely shagged. I am serious Harry, I am so randy it hurts.” Severus moaned as he arched his back to Harry’s touch, wanting nothing more than to be able to feel his husband’s thick cock breach him and then enjoy the powerful thrusts until he spilled his come again and again.
“What did the Healer say?” Harry asked as he stopped moving his hands. He could feel his husband shaking under his touch. He knew it had been a good six weeks since they had made love, he was feeling the effects as well. Even though Severus had offered to take care of his needs with his mouth or his hands, Harry just couldn’t let himself use his beloved like that.
“No penetration and nothing overly strenuous,” Severus sighed hanging his head, “Go back to sleep Harry, I am going to go read or something.”
Severus started to roll awkwardly off the bed when Harry stopped him and pulled him back to rest against him.
“And just where did you get the idea I was wanting to go back to sleep?” he whispered as he ran his tongue lightly over the shell of Severus’ ear and then gently bit the lobe.
Severus whimpered and rubbed his body against Harry, “Please Harry, I want to feel you so bad, I need you.”
Lying Severus on his back and arranging pillows under and around him for comfort, Harry looked down into his face and smiled, “I am going to put you to sleep, my sweet sexy Slytherin.”
Severus moaned and shivered as his dark eyes watched his husband, wondering just exactly what he was going to do. Harry didn’t let him wonder long, he leaned over Severus and kissed his lips, his tongue seeking refuge in the sweetness that was Severus’ mouth, he tasted the mint and the chocolate the other man had had before bed. Pulling back, he nibbled and suckled at his lips, feeling the other man digging his fingers into his shoulders in pleasure.
“Oh Harry…” Severus breathed, tilting his head back and offering the long expanse of his ivory throat to his husband. Harry licked and nuzzled his way from his lips to his collar bone, his tongue licking the sheen of perspiration that had begun to form along Sev’s skin.
With his eyes closed and his fingers clutching Harry’s nightshirt, Severus didn’t notice as Harry removed his own nightshirt and began to run his fingers lightly along his skin. His eyes flew open as Harry gently pinched one of his nipples. The pain was unbearable; he couldn’t help from crying out.
“Please….no….hurts.”
Harry stopped and looked down into Severus’ eyes; he saw the glimmer of unshed tears.
“I am sorry Harry; please….I won’t say anything more. I promise not to be bad. Please don’t stop,” Severus whimpered, he was ashamed of how he reacted, he knew he could take pain, this wasn’t pain dammit, he could deal with it and let Harry do as he liked. Desperate, he pushed Harry’s hand back down onto his chest, moving his fingers under his own as he tried to get Harry to pinch again. Once again Harry pulled his hand away and stroked Severus’ long black hair back from his pale tense face.
“Sevvie, love, focus on me. It is okay, I am not upset with you. Hush my love. Let me love you.” Harry spoke softly and gently to the Potions Master, he was worried he was going to lose him to some of his darker memories tonight. Mentally he berated himself for not noticing earlier how fragile the older man had been lately. He knew that when Severus was overwhelmed or overly upset that it could trigger an older memory, his mind would simply go into the flight mode it had created so many years ago when he had to deal with all manners of abuse from his father and uncles.
Harry leaned down and kissed the tears that were sliding down Severus’ cheeks and then pulled him close to him, “I love you so much Severus.”
Rigid at first, Severus melted into the embrace, “I love you too. I am so sorry Harry.”
After a few moments, Harry began to stroke his husband’s swollen tummy, his hand drifting lower and lower until it brushed against Severus’ erection, eliciting a loud wail from the older man.
“Shall I continue?” Harry teased as he loosely wrapped his hand around the hard prick. In answer, Severus bucked hard into his hand.
“Fuck me Harry, please, “ he begged, his legs falling open so that his husband could have easy access to his entrance, one hand on Harry’s wrist, trying to push it down further between his thighs. “ Please…I need it; I need to be opened by you.”
“Hush Severus, you know I can’t,“ Harry said as he caught both of his hands and held them by the wrist in one of his own hands. The other hand trailing fingers up and down Severus’ leaking member and squeezing his sac gently, making him cry out and arch his hips.
Severus struggled against Harry half-heartedly; he wanted so badly to give himself to his husband. To feel the burn as he was opened.
“The Healer said no penetration, right?” Harry asked as he nimbly arranged himself between the writhing man’s thighs. Leaning forward he licked and kissed the swollen belly that held his, their, unborn babe. He wanted to worship the man that was giving him the family he had dreamed of.
“I know Harry, I know,” Severus whined as he tossed his head from side to side while Harry’s fingers slid slowly up and down his cleft.
“Severus, I want you to promise me that if this is too much or it starts to make you feel …like you are in danger, that you will open your mouth and tell me. Do you understand me?”
Severus nodded his head and closed his eyes, he trusted Harry, he knew he was safe in his care, “I promise Harry.”
With that Harry lay flat on the bed between Severus’ spread legs and began to gently lap and lick the tender flesh of his beloved. First licking up his prick with long, slow laps, pausing only to swirl his tongue around the purple head, dipping the tip of his tongue into the weeping slit, Harry could hear the sobs of pleasure pour from his husband’s lips.
He then nibbled his way gently back down the underside of his cock to reach the heavy sac that lay nestled between Sev’s thighs. Thoroughly laving the slightly wrinkled skin with his tongue, stopping to pull each egg shaped orb into his mouth to gently suckle, he once again heard his love whimpering in abject pleasure. He, himself was so hard he could easily pound nails with his cock, but his own needs were the last thing on his mind. He knew that he would most likely come just from listening to Severus’ moans and cries of passion.
Letting the sensitive sac be for now, he then ran his tongue further down. Spreading his lover’s arse cheeks with his palms, he began to lick and bite the tender flesh of his cleft.
Severus went mad under the assault, his upper body curling almost to a sitting position as the tip of Harry’s tongue pushed past the tight ring of his anus, then arching his back and hips trying desperately to impale himself on his lover’s tongue. Harry was quick though and grasped Severus’ hips in his strong hands and forced him to stay on the bed while he tenderly and thoroughly blew his mind.
“I..I ..oh Merlin…Harry….” Severus cried out, he could feel the knot of his orgasm starting to come undone. He clenched his hands in the bedclothes, dimly aware of the sound of ripping cloth. He was being unraveled by that tongue, that tongue that was only barely dipping into his trembling body. That maddening, loving, gentle tongue that was only just inside his tight heat, he wanted so much more. He wanted his husband’s cock slammed into him, he wanted the weight of his Harry on him as they rutted like wild things belonging in the Forbidden Forest.
Harry reached one hand up and wrapped it tightly around Severus’ throbbing, twitching prick, stroking it in time with each gentle push of his tongue.
“Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy……….” Severus wailed as he wrenched his hips up from the bed, Harry not able to hold him down any longer. “Haaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”
Harry felt the heavy cock lurch and then pulse. Volley and after hot volley of pearly white come pulsed from the slit of Severus’ prick, each pulse accompanied by a bone deep cry of love and passion from the man’s soul. His body emptied itself as his eyes rolled and he passed out from the pleasure and the exhaustion of the sleepless nights.
Harry himself felt his own orgasm well up and pout forth as his husbands’ cries sent him over the edge without a touch.
Quietly, he rolled off of the bed and got a warm wet flannel from the bathroom and cleaned his Severus lovingly, smiling as he heard a sigh of contentment escape the older man’s lips in his well-deserved sleep. After cleaning himself as well, Harry slipped back beneath the covers and nestled in close to Severus, this time making sure the lotion that Severus had needed was next to his side of the bed in easy reach.
“No more babies after this, one is all I can ever ask of you.” Harry whispered, his lips pressed against the raven black hair of his love. Closing his eyes, he drifted back to sleep.