How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Harry stood next to the bike as he waited for Severus to come back with their room key. He was hot, sweaty, and just wanted to stand under a cool shower spray for an hour and let the road wash off of him and down the drain. The others were unloading their respective bikes and waiting for their room keys as well, Allie looking over and winked as she saw Severus’ long frame rounding the corner.
“Are you guys going to have dinner with us?” she asked Severus as he walked past her to Harry.
“Most likely, but it is going to be an early night for us, Harry needs to rest.” The man smirked as he guided Harry to their room door and opened it. Leading Harry into the room, he shut and locked the door behind them.
Moving forward, he pulled Harry into an embrace and then walked with him in his arms to the bed where he laid the younger man down and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and setting them next to the bed. Harry sat up and kissed Severus as he leaned over him.
“Severus, how about a shower before we eat?” Harry asked as he moved to the edge of the bed. The older man smiled and stood back up to peel his shirt off over his shirt as Harry watched licking his lower lip. Harry quickly moved to unbutton the fastening of Sev’s jeans and slowly unzipped them with care. He most assuredly did not want to nick that soft steel that lay beneath the zipper.
Severus pulled Harry up to a standing position and pushed him gently toward the bathroom. “Go start the water, and get undressed. You are going to shower with me.”
Smiling Harry entered the bathroom. Adjusting the temperature of the water and the angle of the shower spray to please his Dom, Harry then quickly undressed and folded his clothes to set in the corner. After gathering the towels, flannels, soap and whatnot, Harry went out to get his mate, leading him in and waiting for the tall man to step into the tub. Picking up the flannel, Harry stepped into the shower behind him and pulled the curtain closed behind him. Holding the cloth under the hot water, he then soaped it up good and began by washing Severus’ shoulders. Massaging them as much as washing them as he worked his way down his scarred back, he heard the grunts and sighs of satisfaction from Severus as he worked those road weary muscles.
“Good boy, Harry, that feels nice,” Severus murmured as Harry knelt behind him and began to soap his long legs from thigh to ankle. Harry’s hands were like magic to Severus, he hadn’t noticed how sore he really was until his muscles were rubbed and soothed gently. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, feeling his ass brush Harry’s hair; he smiled to himself thinking of what he was going to do to him after they had dinner. He knew from experience that riding a Harley could easily be compared to riding a powerful vibrator; he imagined Harry was definitely in the mood now.
After finishing Severus’ legs, Harry picked up a new flannel, wet it and soaped it up. With this one, he gently began to wash his Dom’s taut arse, carefully kneading the muscles of his buttocks until he felt them relax under his attentive fingers. He then parted Severus’ cheeks and dipped the flannel between to clean him thoroughly and completely, he looked up to see that the older man’s head hung down and his shoulders were relaxed as he leaned against the shower wall. Harry knew from experience that if he were to reach around right now, he would find a semi hard cock that he would feel very compelled to suckle, but he also knew from experience not to touch unless he was instructed. He was a good boy, he was proud of that fact.
Sitting back on his heels in the bottom of the motel bathtub, Harry motioned to his lover that he was ready to wash the rest of his body whenever he wanted to turn around. Taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly, Severus turned around and looked down on the nude, wet body of his submissive kneeling at his feet. Nothing better than that he thought as he reached out to run his fingers through Harry’s wet hair. With a gentle tug to the unruly locks, Severus let Harry know it was time for him to stand and finish.
Taking another fresh cloth, Harry wet it and picked up a tube of mild cleanser and soaped the flannel, as he reached up, Severus tilted his head down for the boy. He closed his eyes and felt as Harry ghosted the flannel over his high cheekbones, his closed eyes, his prominent nose, his loosely set lips, he enjoyed the feel of Harry’s body as he stretched up to be able to wash him.
He opened his eyes after Harry moved down further to soap his shoulders and arms, paying particular attention to his muscular forearms and long, well developed hands. Harry lingered a moment over where Severus’ Deatheater tattoo had been, leaning down briefly to press his lips to the now clear skin. In that act, showing his reverence for everything Severus Snape, spy for the Light had done for not only him, but for everyone else alive in the Wizarding world. Harry continued on to scrub the pale, scarred chest and then once again knelt before his lover and washed his legs gently and lovingly.
After he finished each foot, Harry looked up to see if he had permission to continue to bathe the man, or if he would be no longer be required. Harry never knew what Severus would choose, he imagined it was simply on whim. After a long moment, Severus nodded and Harry reached up and began to tenderly soap his Master’s cock and balls. Using his fingertips, he pulled back the foreskin and soaped the glans then rinsing thoroughly, then sliding his flannel covered hand down to wash the thick shaft that was beginning to show signs of life under his touch. Harry knew better than to try to bring the older man off at this point, so he dropped his hand and the flannel down to carefully soap and rinse the heavy balls that hung between Sev’s thighs.
Once more Harry felt a hand in his hair tugging him back up. Severus handed him the shampoo and turned his back to him and tipped his head back. Harry poured a generous amount of the herbal blend into his palm and began to scrub the other man’s long, raven black hair. One more wash later, he then rinsed the long hair clean and started to get out of the tub. Severus reached out to stay him with one large hand.
Moving Harry carefully around him in the tub, he maneuvered him under the shower head and then picked up a flannel from the tub floor. He rinsed it and then soaped it up again, reaching out to steady Harry with one hand; he began to scrub him from head to toe with the other. He soaped and rinsed Harry’s body efficiently, but with care. Let’s face it, he had been on a bike all day with only a ham sandwich, a half packet of crisps and a Coke in his belly. He was ready to go eat and he knew that some of the best barbeque around was found just a few blocks from their motel.
He shut off the water and toweled off, then toweling Harry off as well. Even though the younger man was trying at times to rub his stiffening cock against Severus’ hands, Severus only looked at Harry and swatted his arse.
“Get dressed Harry, I am hungry.” He growled as he began to pull on clean clothes of his own. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched as Harry pulled on a loose pair of cargo shorts and a tee shirt, slipping his feet into a pair of thong sandals before running a brush through his hair.
Pulling Harry in to give him a deep kiss, Severus breathed in the scent of his Harry and smiled.
Mine he thought and looked forward to his after dinner fun.