Snowglobe?

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Severus woke up smiling. Sometime in the night, he and Harry had moved around and Harry was once again spooned up behind him. Harry's arms held him tight as he felt Harry's lips and warm, moist breath against the back of his neck.

"I wish you'd do that when you're awake," Severus muttered with a smile as Harry nuzzled his neck.

"I am awake," Harry whispered directing into Severus' ear, sending shivers through his body. Harry rolled Severus onto his back and laid on top of him. He looked in Severus' eyes a moment before leaning in for a deep kiss. Severus' cool hands wrapped around his waist, holding him tight for a moment before rolling them over.

Severus pulled out of the kiss, licking his lips, his eyes lidded heavily from sleep and desire. He sat up, making himself comfortable on Harry's thighs, their erections nuzzling together, and keeping his hands lightly on Harry's smooth chest.

"Now, Mr. Potter," he said in a business like tone. "I think we need to discuss your dream."

Harry blushed and looked away.

"You've been dreaming about me?" Severus asked.

"Yes," Harry said, still not looking at Severus.

"For how long?" Severus gave him a quizzical look. When Harry didn't respond, Severus gently turned Harry's face to look at him. "For how long?" he repeated.

Harry sighed as he stared at Severus. "A few months," he whispered. He nearly laughed at the look of shock on the older man's face. "It hasn't always been sexual, not usually in fact. It's just lately... being so close to you, sharing the bed. I don't exactly control the dreams, just kinda push them toward something I want or away from what I don't want."

Harry watched Severus' eyes, admiring how they shone in the flickering light from the fireplace. He could see Severus contemplating what he had said. Harry could also see the worry and fear.

"I pushed my dreams towards you, because I want you. I don't necessarily mean like this, either," Harry said, indicating the bed and their position. "I want you, Severus, all of you!" Severus' eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree, even though Harry could still see shadows of doubt. "What do YOU want, Severus?" he asked softly.

"I... I..." Severus stumbled. No one had ever asked him that before. He saw the sincerity, the desire, and the love in Harry's eyes and suddenly felt whole, like a piece of himself, that he didn't even know was missing, had fallen into place.

"I want you, Harry," he said as his eyes filled with tears. He leaned in to kiss Harry and pressed their cocks together, causing both of them to gasp. Harry grabbed Severus' arse as they grinded their hips together, their kiss becoming sloppy as their passions mounted.

"Happy Christmas, my boys!" came a joyful shout from the fireplace.

Harry froze and Severus dropped his forehead onto Harry's shoulder. "I HATE that man," Severus whispered. Harry could only snicker nervously.

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