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~ Jadziakittycat….huge hugs woman…I have been worried sick after you. Glad to see you back. As to the geography, according to everything I have sourced, there is a narrow strip of the Blue Ridge Mountains in West Virginia and that is where Echo is located. I had originally placed it on the western side of the state but after further research, turns out Echo is doing a Dorothy/Kansas thingy and moving to the other side of the state.
As to why I have not had more chapters up….please don’t throw things at me. First of all, I am not getting tired of the story at all, far from it, in fact I am working on a couple of other chapters now, and these are chapters that will get heavy warnings. I am also working on some things for golden snitch, some back stories for her fiction she has on here. And if that wasn’t enough, unfortunately, writing about the boys doesn’t keep my ferrets in kibble, so I am popping out pieces for publication as well.
Someone asked me why the trip home only took approximately six hours. It didn’t that was a late night stupidity induced oversight on my part. They drove straight through and I had meant to put more of the drive in, but by the time I had the end in sight, I was to the point I was going to send the truck careening into a pine tree if it wasn’t done, so there you have it. The trip was actually close to twenty three hours long. Also, Echo is a magical community much like Hogsmeade; it is mixed with muggles that have a clue. There is a general notice me not spell cast over the area so outsiders do not notice anything out of sorts when they pass through.

After Severus and Harry had dropped the Sorens off at their home, they turned the big truck back towards the Wolffe farm after a quick stop at the Git n’ Go to grab a few perishables and made ready to turn in for the day and rest. Severus carried what bags he thought they would need immediately into the farmhouse while his husband allowed the puppies stretch their legs and burn off some of the energy from the long road trip.

Harry looked around the large front yard and admired the flower beds that one of the men he’d met earlier in the week had put in with care. The place had definite feel of home to it. He hoped that he and Severus would be able to find a place of their own soon and that it would have the same feeling. Laughing, he ushered the puppies in241to the house as his husband called him in to eat some breakfast. He stopped as he stood inside the door and got the first look at the home of the family that taken Severus in as their son.

His first impression was one of pictures. There were framed pictures everywhere; on the walls, on shelves, on the end tables, the coffee table, the telly, every where Harry looked the Wolffe’s had pictures of their friend’s and family surrounding them. The walls had been kept a warm antique white to keep from distracting the eye from the pictures, but the room was inviting. The floors were hard wood with scattered hand woven rag rugs here and there. A large fireplace dominated one corner of the living room; the hearthstone was made from natural stone craved from the mountain their home was built on.

Severus had sat their bags on the worn denim sofa and Harry noticed there were a couple of matching arm chairs to match it, along with what looked to be an old oak rocking chair sitting in the corner with a folded quilt laid over the back. Harry took a deep breath and could smell the scent of the men that lived there; the sage and cedar that Grant burned and the cologne Damon wore, and there was even a thread of Severus’ scent there.

He didn’t see Severus in the room and decided to follow the sounds he heard coming from the large open doorway to his left. He found his husband standing in his boxers in front of the kitchen counter setting out a couple of ceramic bowls. He smiled as he watched the older man turn to reach over the sink to get a box of cereal from the cupboard, admiring the long, lean lines of his mate’s body as he stretched one arm over his head.

“Husband, may I help?” Harry asked as he came around to where Severus was standing and dropped to his knees in obedience and waited for instruction. Severus turned to look down at him and ran his free hand through his Harry’s long hair gently and then down the side of his face.

“Are you hungry Harry?” he asked as he stepped back to the bowls and filled each of them and then added the milk that they’d stopped to buy at a convenience market on the way from dropping the Sorens’ off. The younger man followed his moves with his eyes and smiled as he noticed how familiar he seemed to be in this kitchen. It was obvious that Severus was at home here. Dropping a spoon in each bowl, Severus picked them up and took them over to the small table that sat by a window looking over a rose bed.

“Harry, please bring over the drinks,” he said as he pulled out a chair for each of them and waited as the young wizard got to his feet and retrieved the glasses of milk and joined him. He stood uncertainly at Severus’ side after setting the glasses down and stared at the two places his husband had sat. He hadn’t been told to expect company. After a slight hesitation, Harry shrugged and started to drop gracefully to his knees again when Severus caught him around the waist.

“Sit at the table with me Harry,” he said as he maneuvered Harry into the seat next to his. A little off balance at the change, Harry did as instructed and waited to begin his meal. Severus reached out and covered one of his husband’s smaller hands with one of his stained, scarred hands and gave it a squeeze. Harry smiled shyly and leaned over and kissed Severus on the cheek.

“Eat Harry, feed the Bump, make sure she grows strong and healthy,” Severus said with a laugh and tucked into his cereal. The couple ate in companionable silence to the sounds of spoons scraping the sides of the bowls and the slurping of milk to Harry’s surprise. He was seeing a side of Severus he had not expected, an almost child like quality in the dour man.

“What?” Severus asked sheepishly as he noticed Harry looking at him and set his bowl back on the table. “You will never see that again. I have to do it once a year. It keeps me young.”

“I never said anything Husband, if it makes you happy, who am I to say anything?” Harry said as he reached over and wiped his husband’s mouth with his napkin. “Are you finished, Sir?”

“Yes.” Severus said as he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment as Harry stood and gathered their dishes to take to the sink. “Leave them for now Harry, we can do them up in awhile.”

Harry returned to his side and sat quietly as he watched the puppies where they had curled up in the corner on the blanket his husband had put down for them. He couldn’t believe how tired he felt and how alive at the same time. He let his eyes roam over his husband and admired how his body looked all sprawled loosely sitting in the wooden kitchen chair, one bare foot stretched out and almost touching Harry’s foot, the other curled back under the rungs.

“Husband, would you like for me to make up a bed for you so that you can rest?” he asked, the older man looked like he was about to stretch out there on the table itself and sleep in the morning sun. Severus opened one dark eye and regarded him with a lazy gaze and a little smile played over his lips.

“My bed’s already made Harry. My room is upstairs,” he answered and sat up straighter. He looked at Harry and smiled as he stood up, offering his hand to him.

“Come here Harry, I want to get those clothes off of you.”

Severus drew Harry to him and placed one finger against his lips to shush him and began by removing his glasses and placing them on the breakfast table. Harry trembled as he felt his Husband’s hands tenderly slide down his body to slowly pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head. Severus threw the shirt to one side and caught Harry’s hands while they were still over his head and held them there while he leaned down and nuzzled his face in against his cheek and neck.

Keeping Harry’s hands held over his head with one hand, Severus used his other hand to undo his husband’s hair and shake it out gently so it fell over his shoulders. Stepping back a little, pulling his arms up further and stretching him out more, Severus looked down the length of that lean little body he loved so much. Harry looked up at him from under his fringe and grinned a bit shyly at him and tried not wriggle under his husband’s gaze. Severus raised one eyebrow and reached out one long finger and scraped his fingernail over one of Harry’s swollen nipples. The hiss of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain made him smile at his husband. He gave the other nipple the same treatment and then quickly followed that by bending down to swiftly suckle the nubbin in between his lips.

Harry swayed on his feet and his arms jerked down involuntarily when he felt his husband’s hot tongue bathing his flesh. There seemed to be a direct line from his nipples to that…place now. He couldn’t help himself; he spread his legs slightly more and offered himself to his husband’s want. Severus didn’t pull his arms back up, but arranged them behind his back now and ordered him to keep them there. Harry clasped his hands together gratefully; it was easier to keep his balance this way.

Severus cradled the back of Harry’s head in his hand and plundered his mouth in a deep kiss that left the younger man breathless and wanting more. The older man rubbed his rough cheek over his husband’s smooth one and purred in his ear.

“Are you tired, Harry? Shall I take you up and tuck you into bed?”

He then nipped his way down to suck right over the pulse point in Harry’s neck; he could feel it pounding strongly under his lips. His husband was paying attention it seemed, he smirked as Harry tried to mumble a reply while he played with his nipples.

“No Husband, only if you wish to put me to bed,” he said softly and moaned as Severus latched onto one of his nipples again. His back arched and his hips wiggled a bit as he tried to get more of his skin in contact with his lover’s mouth. Severus pulled back from him and looked at him, a smile playing about on his wet lips as he stroked Harry’s nipples.

“This seems to affect you so much differently now, little one. Is it better?” he asked as carefully rolled and pulled at the peaks. Harry started to answer only to gasp and stutter in response, Severus went back to the gentle stroking almost reluctantly.

“It feels different Husband. I feel it…” he began and then looked down, his face burning in embarrassment. Severus raised his chin with a finger and looked at him.

“You feel it where? What were you going to say, Harry?”

“I feel it there…you know…that place,” he whispered and then all but wilted as he stood before his husband. His discomfort in his body was still evident to his older husband. Severus slid his hand down over his lover’s tummy and stroked gentle lazy circles over it, he glanced up and caught Harry’s eye.

“Harry, you have our baby, our little girl in here,” he said gently as he splayed his long fingers over his belly. “The changes your body has made for that to be possible are beautiful to me.”

Severus leaned in and gently pulled at one of his nipples again, suckling it gently, teasing it between his teeth and lips. Hearing the whimpers from Harry, he pulled back a bit, drawing the bit of flesh with him, purring as his husband’s hips canted to be touched. With slow lazy licks, Severus tasted every bit of Harry’s chest, he licked and bit his flesh leaving numerous little marks all over until Harry was panting and pleading to be touched elsewhere.

“Yessss…” Harry hissed as Severus slipped one hand under the waistband of his shorts and over his bottom. He loved having his husband’s hands on him. Severus teased his fingers over the younger man’s cleft, pausing as he heard the sharp intake of breath and as the younger man tried to push his arse back into his palm. Can’t be having that now. Severus slipped his hand around to the front of his waistband and quickly unfastened the clasps and pushed the placket open, exposing his husband’s flesh to him.

“Mine,” he murmured in that rich chocolate voice that simply made Harry melt as he cupped his hand over his quiescent flesh and tenderly kneaded it. Tremors racked Harry as he bit down on his lower lip, an unholy wail pouring forth from him as Severus combined the touch on his cock with the powerful suction to his nipple. The older man quickly wrapped his other arm around him as Harry’s knees gave out under him as his unexpected orgasm ripped through him. Holding him close as he came back to himself, Severus stroked Harry’s back thoughtfully and smiled.

“My beloved Harry, it seems you have been given a great gift,” he said as he sat and pulled a slightly shaky Harry into his lap. Harry just looked at him, he didn’t want to say anything, but he was still randy as could be and wanted his husband to simply shut up and put his mouth to better use.

“You my dear brat have been blessed with the ability to experience multiple orgasms, you lucky lucky little sod,” Sev smirked. Harry just grinned and leaned in to kiss him. “And just what are you so smug about?”

“I um…figured that out already Husband,” he said with a grin and then wiggled around a bit on his lap so that his legs were splayed open for Severus. His mate just raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“You did, did you?” he asked and dipped his hand down between Harry’s thighs and covered the wet folds he found and fingered them gently. Harry arched his back and moaned loudly as Severus played with him, dipping his fingers in and out of his dripping slit.

“Feel good Harry?” Severus asked as he bit the side of Harry’s neck and stood with him in his arms and then laid him down across the breakfast table. Harry only spread his legs wider and hunched his hips up to ride his husband’s fingers as he found himself staring up at the white ceiling. Severus looked down at him all spread out and chuckled as he pulled his fingers from between Harry’s thighs and slipped those fingers between his husband’s surprised lips. Harry’s green eyes widen as he looked up into his husband’s smouldering gaze.

“Taste how sweet you are Harry,” he commanded gently and then moaned as he felt the first tentative swirls of his lover’s tongue followed by Harry closing his lips around his fingers and sucking them deeply into his mouth to capture every bit of his own essence. Severus reluctantly pulled his fingers from his lover’s kiss swollen lips and reached for the bottle of syrup that was setting on the back edge of the table. Harry watched him from half glazed eyes, he felt his body tingling all over, and he had no idea what on earth Severus was up to, they never played in the kitchen.
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“Husband?” he questioned as the older man opened the plastic bottle and began to squirt streams of sun warmed maple syrup over Harry’s sensitive nipples. He opened his mouth in wonder at the sensation of the heavy liquid and then at the sight of his husband swooping down to lap the sticky stuff from him. Each pass of his tongue sent electric waves to his groin and Harry was arching up off the table and begging to be taken before Severus had even half the syrup licked clean. Severus placed one large hand over Harry’s tummy, splayed his fingers and pushed him back down to the table gently to hold him still. He latched onto one of Harry’s nipples and started to suckle harder and then bite. It was too much for Harry.

“YELLOW!! Please Husband, yellow!” he cried out as he tried to get away from Severus, his hands coming up to try to protect himself from further pain.

Severus immediately released his hold on Harry and stood up to give him room.

“What is it Harry, did I hurt you?”

“My nipples are really sore, please don’t bite them Sev,” he mumbled and blushed as he straightened back out on the table and spread his legs again for his husband. He bit his lower lip and put his arms back over his head to wait for his husband to begin again. Severus moved to his side and looked down at him and ran a finger down the center of his chest, trailing it through the remaining syrup. Harry sighed softly at the gentle touch and smiled.

“Do you want to continue Harry?” he asked as he leaned down and brushed his lips over his husband’s. He felt him stiffen and move under him and moan into his mouth.

“Oh yes Husband, I do.”

Severus smiled and stroked his long fingers over Harry’s tummy, leaving his nipples alone for the time being, he could respect that his love was over stimulated and he did want this to be pleasant for them both.

“Harry, you do look good enough to eat all stretched out there like that. All spread wanton and delicious,” he purred as he licked his lips and smirked down at his young lover. Harry looked back up at him, rolled his hips seductively and smiled back.

“Then have a bite Husband, never let it be said I let you go hungry.”

The older man’s eyes widened a bit and his smile grew as he turned and went to the refrigerator only to return with his arms full. He went back to the kitchen counter and came back again with the small bag of provisions they had picked up that morning before arriving at the farmhouse. He picked up a can of aerosol whip cream and began to shake it as he stood over Harry’s spread legs.

“Now where should I begin my feast of Harry?” he mused as he tipped the half full canister and sent a jet of the white fluff across Harry’s tan tummy. Harry jerked in surprise from the cold contact and began to giggle as Sev began to make loopy circles of the creamy foam over his torso, pausing now and again to lean down to drag his tongue through it. Shivering at the differences in sensations, Harry writhed under his husband’s tongue, his legs spreading wider, his hips thrusting up more.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please touch me there.”

Severus looked up from his cream covered Harry, his nose and lips covered in white.

“Touch you where, Harry?” he asked softly and resumed his snack around his husband’s belly button, flicking his tongue in and out to get it nice and clean. Harry whimpered as he tried to wiggle himself up on the table and under Severus’ mouth.

“You know Sev…Husband…between my legs…” he whispered in frustration, he was NOT about to call that a pussy. Women had pussies and he was a man, sort of.

“Ohhhhh, you mean your cozy, do you?” Severus asked as he reached down with his hand and traced the thin lips with the tip of one finger, sending Harry in to near spasms of joy.

“Merlin yessss….” He cried and then half sat up and looked at Severus like he’d lost his mind. “My what?”

“Your’ cozy Harry,” Severus said as he chose that moment to slide two fingers inside and wiggle it around a bit making Harry rock his hips like a whore in heat. “It keeps my prick nice and cozy inside you, so I think it’s a good name for it, don’t you?”

Harry dropped his head back and fucked himself on his husband’s fingers, whining as he felt Severus pull them out again. Lifting his head to glare at him, he answered.

“Husband, you can call it the bloody Quidditch World Cup and I wouldn’t care right now, just please put something back in there.”

Severus smacked his hip and grinned at him as he reached into the paper bag and pulled out the bananas he’d bought. Peeling one in front of Harry’s wide eyes, he smirked and then pushed him to lie flat on the table again.

“Spread your legs for me Harry, lift your feet to the edge of the table.” He instructed as he pulled up a chair to sit between Harry’s thighs and slowly slid the fruit into Harry’s glistening slit. From the sound of his husband’s panting moans and near sobs, the fruit was much better than his fingers. Pushing it in and holding it with his fingers, Severus reached for the chocolate sauce and slowly poured it over Harry’s flaccid jewels and down over his folds.

“How’s that love?” he asked as he rocked the banana deep inside Harry. He was answered as the wizard nearly came off the table as he pushed back on it, whimpering for more. Severus crouched between Harry’s widespread thighs and began to lick and roll his soft flesh between his lips. He was intent to get every little bit of chocolate he could from him that was possible, Harry was going insane under Severus. He had wet, hot heat rolling and sucking his overly sensitive prick and sac, he had this wonderfully curved length poked up into him that was rocking him as his husband was trying to suck the life from him.

Holding the banana in place with only his thumb now, Severus moved his other fingers further back to stroke at Harry’s little pucker and smiled as he felt his lover’s cock twitch in his mouth at the contact. Using his spare hand he fumbled with a small bottle of olive oil and stood up from Harry for a brief moment.

“Nooo….more…”Harry sighed as he started to reach for Severus and then remembered himself and put his hands back over his head. Quickly the older man poured the oil over Harry’s pucker and his fingers. He was in too much hurry to be neat about things, he could clean up later. He leaned back down and took Harry back in his mouth as he eased two fingers into Harry’s arse. Harry loosed a low keen that was music to Sev’s ears as he suckled his soft prick gently, feeling it as it moved against the back of his throat. The taste of his husband was sweet even without the added sugar.

Harry was riding one rolling wave of orgasm, he couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began, all he knew was he was flying. He was coming apart at the seams, he could feel himself unraveling behind his bellybutton and the quakes that were griping him seemed to emit from there. He wanted to reach out and cling to his husband, but he reached above his head and griped the edge of the table and hung on.

With his free hand Severus managed to get his shorts down and kicked off. Moving between Harry’s legs, he lifted his hips enough to get Harry to hook his ankles over his shoulders and slowly breached his tight arse with his cock.

“OH… oh… oh…” Harry panted as he pushed back against his husband. His eyes were closed, he was still flying, his husband loved him and he was safe in this world with him. Severus dropped his hands to Harry’s hips and held him tight as he sheathed himself fully and began to rock his hips in and out of his husband’s clenching bottom.

Covered in oil, chocolate, and whipped cream, Harry’s body slipped and clung to his husband’s at the same time. Severus reached up and pulled Harry’s hands free of the table and put them on his shoulders, letting him know he didn’t have to keep them still anymore. Groaning in relief, Harry used the added leverage to rock himself on his husband, the wordless cries getting louder as he sat up enough that he kept constant pressure on his prostate.

“Merlin Harry, your arse is tight,” Severus sighed as he pulled back half way and pushed back in slowly. He felt the bite of Harry’s short nails in his shoulders and a growl from the younger man; looking into his eyes he was surprised to see a fierce scowl.

“I won’t break Sev, fuck me. Like you used to.” The younger man said as he clenched his muscles hard around his lover’s prick to get his attention. It worked. Severus laid him back down and grabbed his hips to steady him and began a fast driving rhythm that soon had Harry screaming his name over and over.

The sounds of their sticky flesh slapping together mixing with Harry’s wails drove Severus over the edge. Harry was too tight for him to last very long, with one final deep thrust the older man went rigid as he felt himself bathe the inside of his husband in his come. Slumping down nearly boneless between Harry’s legs, he smirked as he saw the end of the slightly squashed banana peeking out from between the lips of Harry’s nether region. Chuckling to himself, he reached out and gently coaxed the long fruit from its warm little den.

“Push just a bit love,” he whispered to a drowsy Harry, who really didn’t give a damn what his husband was doing, but did as he was told as he felt the gentle fingertips stroking him there. It felt good. Once satisfied he had the entire banana and nothing had broken off inside of Harry, Severus leaned forward a bit to lavish tender kisses and loving licks of his tongue to the reddened flesh. Harry whimpered and shifted a little under the attention, by now he was starting to get uncomfortable, the table was hard and he had to pee.

Standing up, Severus smiled down at Harry and brought his fingers to his husband’s mouth. Not even thinking, Harry opened his mouth obediently and was surprised when he felt and then tasted something darkly sweet pressed onto his tongue; he looked at Severus with wide eyes.

“You didn’t have any fruit with your cereal this morning Harry, can’t have that, now can we?” Severus said with a smile as he took a bite of the banana himself and then gave Harry another bite.

After a few minutes and some juice, they decided it was time to move upstairs for a quick shower and a nap. Severus helped Harry down from the table and picked his clothes up to take them into the laundry room off the kitchen where he’d taken their other dirty clothes. After starting the first load he came back in expecting to find Harry sitting in the chair where he left him, instead he found him on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

“No you don’t Harry, you sit there,” he said as he picked up his wand and cleaned things up and then led his husband upstairs to the bathroom and then to his room.

Pulling a large tee shirt out of a dresser drawer, Severus turned and quickly pulled it on over Harry’s head, the younger man had nearly fallen asleep in the shower. Grabbing a pair of socks, he laid him down on the double bed and gently pulled the socks on his feet then tucked him under the light tan comforter. Pulling on a pair of clean boxers, he slid in next to his husband and wrapped an arm around him to pull him close. Sighing deeply, he was soon following Harry into sleep.