Snowglobe?

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Severus spent the entire day in a stew. He growled every time Harry opened his mouth to say something, and flat out refused to talk to him about anything. His mind kept circling around what had transpired that morning. Harry was controlling his dreams, and he was dreaming about Severus.

He didn't know what to think. Harry wanted him, but for what reason and for how long? Was it only because Severus was the only one there, or did he really care about him? He knew he cared about Harry. He wouldn't have spent the last six and a half years protecting him, if he didn't. He couldn't say he was in love with Harry, but then, he couldn't say he wasn't, either. The way Harry had kissed him and held him had made Severus feel incredible, more alive than he had felt in years.

Severus decided he had to find out what Harry's motives were. He couldn't just ask him, though. He'd never be sure Harry was telling him the truth. He also decided it was time for a little pay back.

It was late before Harry finally turned in. Severus was still sitting at Albus' desk, pretending to write. Harry had asked if he was coming to bed, as though they were long time lovers, which made Severus' heart jump. He forced his voice into a neutral tone as he told Harry he wasn't tired.

Severus waited an hour before quietly entering the bedroom. Harry was wearing the pink kitten nightshirt, which had hiked up around his waist, and was spread across the bed on his stomach. Severus stared at him for a long moment, admiring Harry's long, Quidditch strengthened legs, the smooth curve of his buttocks, and watched his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

He felt his excitement rise as Harry grunted and thrust into the bed. He almost laughed at the sight. Harry must have been having another good dream. Severus quickly changed into his nightshirt and crawled gently onto the bed. He ran his hand softly up the back of one of Harry's legs and stopped on his arse. He squeezed lightly, checking Harry's response. Harry sighed and pushed back into Severus' hand, then rolled over onto his back so fast, Severus thought he had awoken.

Severus stared at Harry's scrunched up face, holding his breath, but Harry didn't wake up. He started mumbling, his hands sliding across the bed, searching. Severus leaned in to hear what Harry was saying, while trying to avoid the questing hands.

"Mmm... want you, Sev. Want in... your heart..."

As the words sunk in, Severus' face softened. Harry wanted in his heart, not just his body. Severus reached out and caressed Harry's face softly, like touching an angel. His hand trailed down Harry's chest, making the sleeping man shiver. Keeping his eyes trained on Harry's face, Severus moved his hand lower, his skin barely touching Harry's.

Harry bucked up into his hand as it brushed over Harry's hard cock. Severus looked down at it and licked his lips. Harry was already leaking precum and had started whimpering. He looked back at Harry's face and grinned wickedly. If Harry could fuck him in his sleep, Severus could suck Harry while he slept.

Severus moved around on the bed, trying not to jostle it too much. He straddled Harry's chest to give himself better leverage in case Harry moved around too much. He licked his lips again as he bent over to take Harry fully into his mouth in one downward swoop. Harry gasped and moaned, but Severus was pretty sure he hadn't woken up yet.

Severus pulled up and looked back at Harry. Sure enough, Harry's face was still scrunched up and looking blissful. Severus smiled again and stuck out the tip of his tongue, swiping at the precum that continued to leak out, savouring the sweet, salty taste. Harry's body tried to reach up for more contact, but Severus held down his thighs. He slowly explored Harry's cock, down to his balls, with just the tip of his tongue.

Harry continued mumbling in his sleep as Severus worked him over, massaging his thighs as he held him down. Just as Severus lowered his mouth down Harry's cock, Harry said something clear as day that made Severus freeze. Harry had said, "I love you, Sev."

Severus didn't start moving again until Harry started mumbling incoherently again. When he did start moving, it was with so much more enthusiasm and urgency. He sucked hard, running his tongue roughly over the sensitive skin. It only took a moment for Harry's balls to pull up into his sack and begin spilling his seed into Severus' mouth.

Severus pulled off when Harry's cock was completely limp, his own harder than it had been in years. He sat back on Harry's chest, licking the taste off his lips. He raised one leg, moving it over Harry's head and sat on the bed, staring at Harry's flushed, contented face. He knew Harry was awake now, even though his eyes were still closed.

"Did I interrupt a good dream?" he asked with a smile.

"A very good dream," Harry replied languidly.

Severus started snickering, then gasped as Harry very quickly shot up and, grabbing him forcefully around the waist, started kissing him passionately. Harry laid back down, taking Severus with him. When they finally paused for air, Severus rested his head on Harry's sweaty, heaving chest, an arm around his waist. He smiled contentedly as Harry stroked his hair and arm. He was still hard, but tired, too. It wasn't long before they were both fast asleep.


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