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Back in the Room of Requirement
Hope you enjoy, people! I am, finally, reaching teh point where I can see an end to this fic! *sighs with relief* SP
*Awoot!* *Awoot!* Smut alert (and not icky smut!)
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.” Charles Baudelaire
***
May had given way to June, and the grounds of Hogwarts looked lush and relaxing. Sadly, Severus and Harry were locked away in the Room of Requirement trying to agree their conditions.
Harry sat on a well padded, upright chair. The comfortable sofa was useless to him as, once in it, he couldn’t get back out without serious help. So, instead, he sat on a higher chair with a straight back and arm rests that he could push against when he needed to stand. Part of him was fed up with being pregnant and wanted Sapphire born, the other part of him was terrified of the birth, and the responsibilities he would face as a parent.
Severus paced in front of the fire, brows drawn together. He needed to ensure Harry’s protection, should the worst happen.
“I wish you to have access to my vault at Gringott’s.” He stated, not looking at the other. A week of stating publicly how he felt had left him irritable and edgy. “Now, and at any point in the future, regardless of the whether the Bond takes or not.”
Harry was annoyed. Severus kept hinting that the bond would fail. How could it? The two of them so obviously belonged together. “And you have access to my money too.” The Gryffindor said, frowning a little.
The Slytherin nodded curtly, as if his mind were elsewhere, and on the table between them, a phoenix feather quill wrote the newest condition down onto the parchment lying beneath it.
‘Bonding of Severus Snape and Harry James Potter.
‘Conditions:
‘1 – No remonstrances will be made should the Bonding fail
‘2 – That, should the Bonding fail, Sapphire will share her time equally between her parents, or a living arrangement shall be made.
‘3 – Neither partner will object to the friendships of the other, or try to influence the other to make or break relationships with friends or acquaintances
‘4 – Severus, Harry, Sapphire, and any future children will live together in a home jointly chosen by the Bonded pair.
‘5 – Any possessions belonging to either party will remain theirs absolutely, unless expressly stated.
‘6 – Harry James Potter to have access to Severus Snape’s vault at Gringott’s.
‘7 – Severus Snape to be given access to Harry James Potter’s money.’
They had been discussing the conditions for nearly six hours.
Harry’s back ached, and his feet seemed swollen. He couldn’t see them, so he could only judge on how they felt rubbed against each other. Tingling at the back of his mind was a difficult to define emotion: fear? Nervousness? Concern? It held elements of all of those things, but there was also some love and protection mingled in with it too. He wished he understood why he had that annoyance scratching at the back of his brain.
“Can we stop for bit?” He asked, frustrated to hear the whine in his voice.
Snape stopped pacing, and actually looked at Harry. “I apologise,” he said formally, “I have not given thought to your condition. Yes, a break will be quite acceptable.”
He waved his wand and food appeared. He filled a plate with the things Harry most liked and floated it over to his pregnant partner.
Harry bit gratefully into a warm sausage roll. “Mmm,” he moaned blissfully, eyes soft and unfocused. “S’good.”
Severus shifted uncomfortably. The other was eight months pregnant. How could he be thinking of jumping his bones? He took a harder than necessary bite at an egg mayonnaise sandwich, cursing softly as the filling clung to his chin.
Harry glanced up at the muttering and groaned. The other looked like sin personified as he sat there, tongue swishing out and lapping at the white food. Suddenly extremely uncomfortable – having an erection nudging against a full womb was decided unpleasant – he wriggled.
Black eyes fixed upon him. The tall figure approached and bent down. The boy spread his legs eagerly, chewing his lower lip as slender digits trailed up his inner thighs and stroked softly at the hard flesh between his legs.
“Please.” Harry breathed, struggling to draw breath.
Severus leaned up and kissed the other’s swollen stomach. “You need to lie down.” He said, and helped Harry get to his feet.
Once in their bedroom, he stripped Harry and helped him lie down on his back. Again his long fingers slid up the thighs, but this time they cupped the hot balls, thumbs rubbing over the wrinkled sacs in soothing motion, not that Harry seemed very soothed. He groaned and his hands flung out to grip the sheets.
Snape wrapped one strong hand around Harry’s length and pulled up, twisting his grip as he did so, finished with an almost painful squeeze at the boy’s throbbing tip.
“Oh! God!” Harry moaned, hips thrusting upwards.
Pleased with the effect he was having upon his young lover, Severus settled his head between the soft skin of the inner thighs and licked at the other’s shifting balls.
Unable to easily reach the older man’s head to grip his hair, Harry clutched at his own, groans and curses breaking from his lips.
A finger was pushed into Snape’s mouth, alongside the testicles. It was removed and Harry felt the wet digit probing at his entrance. He gasped. It had been so long since they had had sex. He needed to feel possessed by Severus.
The finger pushed steadily inside him. He writhed deliciously, enjoying the feel of it within him. The Slytherin licked along Harry’s shaft, tongue wrapping around the tip so that it was enfolded in hot wetness.
“Sev!” Harry sobbed, the incredible pleasure he felt between his legs growing uncontrollably. “Need. Now!”
The older wizard dipped his head and sucked hard on the other. At the same time his finger moved in and out of the other’s channel, tightly gripped by the boy.
Incoherent, Harry could only pant inananities as he was thoroughly worked by his partner. Severus strong sucking grip on his dick was tugging Harry’s brain power out of him. The relentless, and good, feeling in his ass was making him groan and thrash his head from side to side.
He rammed his hips up again and again, babbling hoarsely as he came.
Drinking down Harry’s seed, Severus continued ruthlessly to jab at the other’s hidden nub. Moaning, Harry jerked automatically on the other’s digit, hips moving of their own accord.
Severus pulled his finger free, much to Harry’s displeasure. However, he rolled the boy onto his side, pulled out his own aching cock, quickly lubricated it, and slid into the other.
It had been so long since they had been together that Severus couldn’t last as long as normal. He held onto Harry’s thigh, his lips pressing against the boy’s neck, as he shoved himself in and out of the clenching passage.
At his side, Harry gasped every time his bump was stabbed at with the other’s wet tip. He loved getting fucked by the other. He tightened his ass deliberately, longing to hear the other’s control break.
“Merlin! Harry!” Severus ground out, and exploded.
When they had regained some semblance of control, Severus muttered as he eased his dick out of the other, “I don’t think we need worry about any conditions to do with sex.”
*Awoot!* *Awoot!* Smut alert (and not icky smut!)
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.” Charles Baudelaire
***
May had given way to June, and the grounds of Hogwarts looked lush and relaxing. Sadly, Severus and Harry were locked away in the Room of Requirement trying to agree their conditions.
Harry sat on a well padded, upright chair. The comfortable sofa was useless to him as, once in it, he couldn’t get back out without serious help. So, instead, he sat on a higher chair with a straight back and arm rests that he could push against when he needed to stand. Part of him was fed up with being pregnant and wanted Sapphire born, the other part of him was terrified of the birth, and the responsibilities he would face as a parent.
Severus paced in front of the fire, brows drawn together. He needed to ensure Harry’s protection, should the worst happen.
“I wish you to have access to my vault at Gringott’s.” He stated, not looking at the other. A week of stating publicly how he felt had left him irritable and edgy. “Now, and at any point in the future, regardless of the whether the Bond takes or not.”
Harry was annoyed. Severus kept hinting that the bond would fail. How could it? The two of them so obviously belonged together. “And you have access to my money too.” The Gryffindor said, frowning a little.
The Slytherin nodded curtly, as if his mind were elsewhere, and on the table between them, a phoenix feather quill wrote the newest condition down onto the parchment lying beneath it.
‘Bonding of Severus Snape and Harry James Potter.
‘Conditions:
‘1 – No remonstrances will be made should the Bonding fail
‘2 – That, should the Bonding fail, Sapphire will share her time equally between her parents, or a living arrangement shall be made.
‘3 – Neither partner will object to the friendships of the other, or try to influence the other to make or break relationships with friends or acquaintances
‘4 – Severus, Harry, Sapphire, and any future children will live together in a home jointly chosen by the Bonded pair.
‘5 – Any possessions belonging to either party will remain theirs absolutely, unless expressly stated.
‘6 – Harry James Potter to have access to Severus Snape’s vault at Gringott’s.
‘7 – Severus Snape to be given access to Harry James Potter’s money.’
They had been discussing the conditions for nearly six hours.
Harry’s back ached, and his feet seemed swollen. He couldn’t see them, so he could only judge on how they felt rubbed against each other. Tingling at the back of his mind was a difficult to define emotion: fear? Nervousness? Concern? It held elements of all of those things, but there was also some love and protection mingled in with it too. He wished he understood why he had that annoyance scratching at the back of his brain.
“Can we stop for bit?” He asked, frustrated to hear the whine in his voice.
Snape stopped pacing, and actually looked at Harry. “I apologise,” he said formally, “I have not given thought to your condition. Yes, a break will be quite acceptable.”
He waved his wand and food appeared. He filled a plate with the things Harry most liked and floated it over to his pregnant partner.
Harry bit gratefully into a warm sausage roll. “Mmm,” he moaned blissfully, eyes soft and unfocused. “S’good.”
Severus shifted uncomfortably. The other was eight months pregnant. How could he be thinking of jumping his bones? He took a harder than necessary bite at an egg mayonnaise sandwich, cursing softly as the filling clung to his chin.
Harry glanced up at the muttering and groaned. The other looked like sin personified as he sat there, tongue swishing out and lapping at the white food. Suddenly extremely uncomfortable – having an erection nudging against a full womb was decided unpleasant – he wriggled.
Black eyes fixed upon him. The tall figure approached and bent down. The boy spread his legs eagerly, chewing his lower lip as slender digits trailed up his inner thighs and stroked softly at the hard flesh between his legs.
“Please.” Harry breathed, struggling to draw breath.
Severus leaned up and kissed the other’s swollen stomach. “You need to lie down.” He said, and helped Harry get to his feet.
Once in their bedroom, he stripped Harry and helped him lie down on his back. Again his long fingers slid up the thighs, but this time they cupped the hot balls, thumbs rubbing over the wrinkled sacs in soothing motion, not that Harry seemed very soothed. He groaned and his hands flung out to grip the sheets.
Snape wrapped one strong hand around Harry’s length and pulled up, twisting his grip as he did so, finished with an almost painful squeeze at the boy’s throbbing tip.
“Oh! God!” Harry moaned, hips thrusting upwards.
Pleased with the effect he was having upon his young lover, Severus settled his head between the soft skin of the inner thighs and licked at the other’s shifting balls.
Unable to easily reach the older man’s head to grip his hair, Harry clutched at his own, groans and curses breaking from his lips.
A finger was pushed into Snape’s mouth, alongside the testicles. It was removed and Harry felt the wet digit probing at his entrance. He gasped. It had been so long since they had had sex. He needed to feel possessed by Severus.
The finger pushed steadily inside him. He writhed deliciously, enjoying the feel of it within him. The Slytherin licked along Harry’s shaft, tongue wrapping around the tip so that it was enfolded in hot wetness.
“Sev!” Harry sobbed, the incredible pleasure he felt between his legs growing uncontrollably. “Need. Now!”
The older wizard dipped his head and sucked hard on the other. At the same time his finger moved in and out of the other’s channel, tightly gripped by the boy.
Incoherent, Harry could only pant inananities as he was thoroughly worked by his partner. Severus strong sucking grip on his dick was tugging Harry’s brain power out of him. The relentless, and good, feeling in his ass was making him groan and thrash his head from side to side.
He rammed his hips up again and again, babbling hoarsely as he came.
Drinking down Harry’s seed, Severus continued ruthlessly to jab at the other’s hidden nub. Moaning, Harry jerked automatically on the other’s digit, hips moving of their own accord.
Severus pulled his finger free, much to Harry’s displeasure. However, he rolled the boy onto his side, pulled out his own aching cock, quickly lubricated it, and slid into the other.
It had been so long since they had been together that Severus couldn’t last as long as normal. He held onto Harry’s thigh, his lips pressing against the boy’s neck, as he shoved himself in and out of the clenching passage.
At his side, Harry gasped every time his bump was stabbed at with the other’s wet tip. He loved getting fucked by the other. He tightened his ass deliberately, longing to hear the other’s control break.
“Merlin! Harry!” Severus ground out, and exploded.
When they had regained some semblance of control, Severus muttered as he eased his dick out of the other, “I don’t think we need worry about any conditions to do with sex.”