Lentesco

Yup, I finally decided to write some smut for Harry and Severus! I hope you enjoy it. There COULD be a sequel to Lentesco. *sobs* SP



Bonus Chapter – Epilogue: A year later



Severus slammed the door to his chambers, a scowl darkening his face. He swore violently as he kicked off his shoes, one becoming entangled with his robe and nearly tripping him. He stalked over to the bedroom, unbuttoning his robe ready to change into something more conducive to relaxation, when he stopped, his breath forced from his lungs in sheer amazement.



Harry lay on the bed, utterly naked. The room was lit with clusters of candles, each throwing shadows onto the younger man’s tanned supple skin. Light bounced on the smooth flesh, making it glow, except for… Severus gasped. Harry’s cock was painfully erect and he had tied a thick velvet ribbon around it, the bow facing Severus. The DADA professor had his hands behind his head, and he smirked at his lover. A good amount of lust was mingled in with the smirk.



“Wha – “ Severus was annoyed to hear the squeak in his voice and tried again, “What’s this in aid of?”



Harry stretched, cat-like, prick jerking under the other’s scrutiny. Severus found it very difficult to concentrate on anything other than that appealing sight.



The younger man shrugged. “Just, you know, we’ve both been busy the last few weeks, and haven’t really had much of a chance to do anything, or the energy.” He ran one hand over his chest and over his mostly flat stomach – comfortable living was starting to have its effect upon him.



He smiled as he apparently suddenly noticed just where his lover was looking. He moved his legs, hooking his arms under his knees to spread himself completely for the other’s attention.



Snape’s dick, which had already come to full attention at the luscious sight laid before him, jumped in his clothes as he spied the swell of the buttocks and … he groaned in pleasure as his gaze rested on the black butt plug currently stretching Harry’s entrance.



“You’re still dressed.” Harry observed, quirking an eyebrow at his partner.



It took Severus less than thirty seconds to rectify that matter, and then he was upon the bed, crawling intently towards the younger man. He sat back on his heels once between the other man’s legs and looked into Harry’s face.



“It’s Friday.” Harry commented, “And I arranged with Albus that Hooch would accompany the kids to Hogsmeade tomorrow.” He paused before adding, “We can fuck all night.”



Severus growled and moved so quickly Harry didn’t see the movement until it had been completed. The thick plug slid out of him, making him moan at the loss. He gasped as he felt a much fleshier hardness press against his eager entrance. Severus clutched the hips and began to press into the younger man. He knew Harry must have lubricated himself to take the plug, and besides, the younger man sometimes enjoyed a bit of rough sex.



“Oh … Holy … FUCK!” Harry screamed as he was possessed.



It had only been just over six days since they had last had sex, but God Harry had missed this feeling. He let his legs be pushed back almost to his chest, moving his arms to grab at Sev’s back. His fingers slid down to the ass and pushed it more firmly against him.



“MOVE!” He ordered in a strangled, desperate voice.



Severus did as commanded, cock driving forcefully into the channel, sliding easily and smoothly in and out of this place where it had so often nestled, where it belonged. They both knew the pleasure in store and clung together, aching to reach that enjoyment as one. Harry reached up with his lips and found the other man’s mouth. Severus’ lips pressed down, crushing him into the mattress, pinning him as effectively as the thick presence in his body did. Their tongues slid against one another’s, mouths pulling apart to gasp for breath before seeking out the touch they craved.



Between his thighs, Harry felt the relentless ecstasy of the cock slamming over and over into his needy passageway. He could feel the familiar bulge of the tip as it dug within him, seemingly trying to bury itself into his bowels and still deeper. He felt the length jerk as he squeezed his ass, loving that feeling of muscles aching a little as Severus' cock continued to ram past the deliberately tight entrance. He moaned at the feel of the hot balls slapping against him, loved knowing that every last inch of Severus was buried within him, that he was being claimed as fully as it was possible to be. He shifted, trying to open his legs further, so that, somehow, impossibly, more of Severus would be inside him. He knew it was impossible; his lover was pounding into him up to the hilt already, but he lived for this feeling, for knowing that Severus still wanted him, even after they had lived together for a year, and all the changes that had been wrought in their lives.



He growled as he felt the change in tempo from his partner. A year together, a year of fucking meant they knew one another’s every movement, knew just how close Severus was to coming at that very moment. Harry groaned, his own body becoming more aroused simply because his lover was.



Glad that the ribbon around his dick wasn’t tied too tightly, Harry urged the other on with words and touches.



“Come on, Sev,” Harry begged, hands stroking over the other man’s back, sliding along his spine, which Harry knew drove Severus crazy, “Fuck me. Fuck me til I can’t move.”



Severus snarled and snapped his hips back and forth into Harry, pounding the body underneath him.



“Harder,” Harry pleaded, eyes dark with need, “Fuck me so hard I feel it for a week.”



The strangled cry that came from the older man told its own story. Severus’ cock jerked and he spattered his seed deep within his younger lover, a scream wrenched from his lips.



An answering scream sounded.



“Ah, shit!” Harry groaned, struggling to free himself from the sweaty tangle of limbs. He rolled off the bed and staggered to his feet, pulling a pair of pyjama bottoms on. He lolled like a drunkard into the smaller bedroom.



“You woke up Lee again!” Harry grumbled as he stumbled towards the cot.



“How many times have I told you not to shorten her name?” Severus grumbled, rising too and searching for clothing. “Alethia.” Say it with me: Ah Lee Thee Ah.”



Harry smiled, whether at his partner’s words or at their daughter it was hard to say. She smiled toothlessly back up at him, the tears already drying on her face. He bent and checked her nappy. She was fine, her father had merely startled her.



“Just for once,” Harry mumbled as he straightened and faced his lover, “could you not scream?”



He felt a certain sense of smug satisfaction that Severus did still scream when they had sex, but still.



“Stop annoying me, Potter,” Severus growled, “and get your arse back on that bed so that I can fuck it.”



“Potter-Snape,” the other corrected, doing as instructed, “We got married six weeks ago, remember?”



“Fine!” Professor Snape-Potter snarled, shedding his trousers and leaning over his husband, “So long as you keep following my instructions.”



He leant in for a kiss, but Harry held him back a little, “When they’re as nice as ‘get your arse back on the bed so that I can fuck it’ I can hardly refuse now, can I?”