How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

DISCLAIMER: JKR owns everything that is in reference to the Harry Potter world if it is in one of my works of fiction. If it is not found in one of her creations, then it is mine unless otherwise stated. I am not making any profit from the writing of this story.

A/N~ Before anyone asks, yes Severus does touch himself in this, it is a totally different situation than a previous chapter. In this chapter, it is in a setting involving both he and Harry, the only time issues concerning things Orion Snape did to him come up are when he is alone.

“I want a house with lots of windows Severus.” Harry said as he sat on astride his husband’s waist. The two had continued lazing about for the day in bed, Severus only removing his shoes and shirt while his Harry was quite happy in what nature provided.

“Oh really?” Severus asked as he lay on his back with his head on his pillows, he liked watching as Harry bounced and wiggled without thinking around him. He was looking forward to a Harry that was heavy with child; he could only begin to imagine how fetching he was going to be.

“Yes, and a huge kitchen garden for herbs and another for vegetables.” Harry said enthusiastically as he entwined the fingers of one of his hands with one of his husband’s. “And can I have chickens?”

“Chickens? Why in Merlin’s beard would you want chickens, Harry?” Severus asked laughing as he slid his other hand along one of Harry’s thighs, feeling the ripple of muscles under the smooth skin. No, he’d not forget his husband had played professional quidditch for several years and still rode a broom daily; the results were delectable.

His eyes sparkling in amusement, Harry started laughing as he answered; he knew his mate would most likely laugh him out of their tent.

“So I can make you eggs for breakfast when you wake up, Husband.”

Severus looked at him for a moment and then a low rumble began as he started to chuckle, his eyes closing as his laughter grew louder. He moved both hands to his husband’s hips and pulled him forward to kiss him.

“Silly prat, you must learn to cook before you might prepare anything edible. I remember your skill in Potions and the prospect of eating anything from your hob worries me.”

“You’ll teach me, won’t you, Husband?” Harry asked as he ran his fingers through Severus’ hair after he pulled the braid loose from its tie. He leaned down and covered his husband’s thin lips with his own and kissed him thoroughly, moaning softly as his mate thrust his tongue past his lips. Severus pulled away first and looked at his Harry and smiled at him gently, then pulled his head back down to kiss him again, this time harder, thrusting his tongue in roughly, tasting his mate.

“Harry, my love, I have so much to teach you.” Severus whispered hoarsely as he ran his hands up the younger man’s sides and then between their bodies to where he could rub Harry’s swollen nipples in lazy circles. He chuckled as his love hissed and whimpered at the intense feelings brought on by the calloused pads of his thumbs.

“Oh yes Professor.” Harry groaned out as his husband rolled him over onto his back and then settled next to him, stroking his chest and tummy. The older man leaned over him and kissed him again, dipping his tongue deeper, feeling Harry suckle it. He could feel his prick begin to stir in his jeans as he watched his husband wriggle suggestively on the bed.

Severus kissed along Harry’s jawline and then nibbled and sucked his earlobe before descending his neck to his collarbone, reveling in the little moans and the way Harry’s hands were constantly moving about as if to search for an elusive snitch.

One of Harry’s hands snaked down and unfastened his husband’s jeans, slipping his smaller hand inside to grasp his growing shaft, smiling as Severus purred low in his throat and shifted to give him more room.

“Did you find something to your liking, brat?” Severus asked as he moved his hands over Harry’s shoulders and then followed with his lips in a trail of kisses that ended on his upper arms. Harry’s breath hitched and his hand tightened as he squirmed around a bit.

“Sir, may I?” he asked as he inclined his head down toward the impressive cock that sprang from Severus’ groin. In answer, the older man nodded and Harry quickly scooted down to kneel between his spread legs and peeled his jeans down and off his legs. Once Harry had his prize in view, he settled down happily between his husband’s legs and began to lap at his inner thighs with the broad flat of his tongue, savouring the scent that was uniquely Severus.

Severus raised his knees to give him better access and more room, curling one arm back behind his head, and bringing his other hand down to loosely curl around his bollocks. He watched as his Harry used his nose to nudge him into spreading his thighs further apart for him, small grunts and moans coming from that pretty mouth as he licked and slurped at the skin of his inner thighs. His long fingers slowly slid up to encircle the base of his prick to give it a good squeeze as he looked down into those trusting green eyes.

Harry moved up a bit more and snaked his tongue out to brush it along Sev’s taint, pressing in harder as his husband’s hips moved to meet his mouth. His tongue worked over the sensitive area as his husband’s fingers stroked his cock to life. Severus pulled his other arm out from under his head and used that hand to pull Harry up the hair on his head to face his cock.

“Lick it Harry.” He ordered gently and laid back again, closing his eyes as he felt the first hot puffs of his husband’s breath as they ghosted over the weeping tip of his prick. He shuddered and bucked his hips up as he felt that hot little tongue push his foreskin back more from his glans and then attack.

“That’s it Harry.” He moaned as he arched his back, enjoying it as Harry wrapped his one hand around his shaft and began to stroke slowly while he rolled and fondled his sac with the other. Raising his head, he could look down his body and see his husband with his mouth stretched around the head of his cock. The sight was so damned beautiful, he almost came just watching him as he tried to fit more past his lips. Severus closed his eyes again and lay back just relaxing as Harry worked him slowly and thoroughly. It had been awhile since he’d taken his time to lavish this much attention on him, well before they’d left Hogwarts. Severus had missed his husband’s mouth.

“Does that taste good Harry?” he asked with a low chuckle and groaned when his lover hummed his approval. He rose up on his elbows so he could watch Harry down between his legs, he liked watching him as he wiggled and pushed himself against the bedclothes seeking relief.

For his part, Harry liked the heavy feel of Severus’ prick in his hand; he was nothing like any other man he’d been with, very solid. As he dipped and swirled his tongue into Sev’s piss slit again, he squeezed the shaft at just the right moment to get an extra bit of precome as a treat. He could feel his husband straining not to buck his hips up into his face and knew he needed to give him some room to move freely, so he reluctantly pulled his lips off the head with an audible pop and went back to licking and nibbling at him with his lips.

Severus’ eyes rolled back in their sockets as Harry’s lips tugged at his foreskin and once more he gave silent thanks to whom ever decided that he had needed to keep that little bit of flesh. He grunted as his hips started to rock up, seeking more contact, more heat from his husband’s welcoming mouth.

Harry sat back for just a second with a calculating look on his face and then dove back in between the older man’s legs, only a bit lower this time, pushing his legs up towards his chest to expose his entrance to him. Severus looked at him with one brow raised; this was not one of Harry’s normal tricks, he’d only done this for him a time or two before.

“Harry, are you sure?”

“I’d like to Sev’rus.” His husband said and then licked his lips as he stared down at his arse. Severus sat up awkwardly with a leg on either side of Harry and pointed his wand at the jumble of bags just inside the tent.

“Accio Severus’ black personal travel bag.” And deftly caught the somewhat heavy thing as it flew at them; unzipping it, he pulled out a small pot of flavoured oil and handed it to Harry. The smaller man took it with a smile and budged out of the way when Severus motioned to him, letting him lie face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips.

Harry moved back between his mate’s legs and let out a low whistle.

“Severus Snape, did you know you have a magnificent arse?”

Raising slightly and turning so he could look back at Harry, Severus deadpanned. “Why yes Mister Snape, yes I did and thank you ever so much for noticing.” Picking up his wand again, he cast a quick cleansing charm over the area in question. Even though he’d just been in the shower a few hours before, it was his husband placing his mouth there and he loved him. He laid his back down on his folded arms and moaned as he felt Harry’s first bold laps of his tongue over his pucker; somehow it didn’t surprise him when Harry didn’t open the pot of oil to coat his skin first.

Harry buried his nose in his husband’s cleft and breathed his scent in; it was more pungent here, not distasteful in the least, even here the man still managed to smell of those damn cookies he seemed addicted to. Harry gave his little pucker a broad swipe of his tongue and smiled when he heard the low keening moan that escaped his lover’s throat. Severus shifted a little under him and drew one leg up and out a bit to open himself up more to his husband. Using his fingers, Harry gently spread Severus’ arse cheeks further apart and lapped at him like a kitten would cream and was rewarded as Severus started to rut against the pillow he was propped on.

“Merlin Harry, that’s fucking amazing!” he exclaimed as Harry darted the tip of his tongue past the ring of tight muscle and probed a bit around the inside edges of his hole. Squirming at the welcomed intrusion, Severus rolled a bit to one side and worked one of his hands down the front of his body until he got it wrapped around his prick and squeezed. The results were felt by Harry as the muscles in his husband’s channel grabbed at his tongue trying to draw it in deeper. Harry, being the good husband and submissive he was immediately acquiesced and began to drill his tongue in deeper.

“Fuck me Harry, come on baby, I need it harder…” Severus panted as he rocked back against his mate’s face. He was raising up on his knees now, it wasn’t often he wanted to bottom, but when he did, he wanted it hard and fast. Harry pulled back and this time he fumbled the top off the oil and dipped two fingers into the pot and swiftly slid them into his husband’s relaxed arse.

Severus groaned and pushed back hard. His eyes were closed and his head hung low as he humped his arse on his love’s fingers. Panting, he worked himself furiously on the digits, wanting more, needing to be filled and well fucked.

“Put another in now.” He demanded. The need he felt was taking over, he was afraid Harry’s fingers weren’t going to be enough to scratch the itch he had deep inside. It hadn’t been scratched in way too long. Harry didn’t even stop to lube the finger, just thrust it in on the next slide; he too could hear the need in Severus’ voice.

Growling now, Severus was twisting and snapping his hips in a desperate rhythm as he fisted his cock roughly, it wasn’t enough. He raised to his knees, keeping Harry’s fingers inside his arse, his muscles clamped down on them hard, and reached over and snagged his bag to pull it to him. Rummaging through it quickly, he pulled out a dildo and pressed it into Harry’s hand. Then he hugged the younger man close to him to reassure him, he didn’t want to scare him.

“It’s okay Harry; I want this so bad right now.” He panted as he kissed him passionately and then dropped back to his all fours position. “Use it on me Harry, use it hard and use it rough. If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”

In response, Harry leaned down and sank his teeth into one of Severus’ arse cheeks and dipped the head of the dildo into the pot of oil. Severus tossed his head back and growled low at the bite, the skin on his lower back was flushed with arousal and Harry could see his arsehole opening and closing in anticipation.

“Now!” he growled and grabbed his prick. Harry didn’t bother with niceties, just lined the toy up with his husband’s pucker and drove it home, angling it to hopefully find his prostate on the first try. From the resulting howl, he was pretty sure he did. Severus went stock still and then arched his back driving himself back harder.

“Yesss…more Harry!” he pled as he tugged his bollocks as they drew up tighter. Harry drove the toy in and out of him relentlessly, this was the first time he’d seen his husband let his desires go like this and he was fast becoming aroused at the wantonness Severus was showing right now. Severus’ hips rolled and bucked as Harry drove the dildo in harder, brushing over his husband’s prostate at least with every other stroke.

Harry could not only see and hear Severus’ arousal, but he could smell the scent of the man’s precome as it dripped down and was soaked up by the bedding. Not wanting it to go to waste, and since Sev was busy with pulling and stroking his sac, Harry twisted his nimble little body around so he could keep up the rhythm and depth of thrusts with the toy, but could also make swipes of his tongue over Severus’ broad glans.

As soon as his hot tongue touched that fever hot flesh, the older man reared up to his knees with a roar and pulled Harry’s hand from the base of the dildo and began to fuck himself roughly with it, setting up a demandingly furious rhythm. His other hand twined in Harry’s hair and he held his young lover’s head steady as he fucked his mouth. Harry got the hint quickly and moved around so he could get both hands around the thick shaft and start to pump it, trying to match the demon rhythm Severus was setting with his own ministrations.

Severus gasped deeply and went still, his body near motionless as his orgasm began to rip through him. He kept the toy pressed hard and rocking against his prostate with his hand as Harry’s tongue brought the relief he sought. With a roar that was probably heard on the other side of the wizarding camp, he emptied his seed down his husband’s swallowing throat. When at last his bollocks had stopped having spasms and he could unclench his fingers, he carefully removed the toy from his arse and released his husband’s hair.

“Mmmm…Harry, that was incredible.” He sighed as he flopped to his side feeling boneless. His itch had been scratched; the wait had been worth it. He knew that Harry would never feel comfortable to actually top him, but this was good enough for him. He reached up and pulled his husband down to lie on his chest.

“Harry, my beautiful angel, you were amazing. Thank you.” Severus whispered as he trailed his fingers down Harry’s sweat slick body. He hadn’t felt that well used in awhile; he wondered how long it was going to take for him to get the smile off of his face. Harry grinned as he lay there and played in his husband’s sparse chest hair.

“You should have told me long before you liked that Husband.” He said accusingly as he poked him playfully in the chest. The older man could only agree, yes he certainly should have.

Turning his attention to the needs of his husband, he ran his hands down to Harry’s bottom and gave it a playful squeeze to see how he reacted. The younger man blushed, grinning sheepishly and then squirmed away; Severus raised a brow and looked at him questioningly.

“I..I came watching you, Husband.” He said softly and then laid his head down on his Sev’s chest. Severus just chuckled and patted his arse gently and then stroked his back until they both drifted off.