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~ Okay not going to beat around the bush on this chapter…there’s sex. Lots of sex in ways that might surprise or make you raise an eyebrow. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Harry sat in the passenger seat of the Dodge as Severus drove through the night; they were listening to an oldies station from some far away town, singing along intermittently to different classics. The bed of the truck was loaded with numerous boxes of alcohol and mixers that they were hurrying back to Echo for the upcoming weekend. Harry looked at the handsome profile of his husband and unbuckled his seat belt so he could scoot over to the middle to lean against him.

“Hey babe,” Severus said softly as he wrapped one arm around his little husband and held him close as Harry fastened the middle belt securely around himself. “are you getting tired?” He’d been watching Harry yawn out of the corner of his eye for the past half an hour and wished that the trip was over and he could get the younger man tucked in for the night.

“Just a little Husband, I’m okay though,” he answered as he gave the man a blinding smile and leaned forward to change the stations. There in the mountains the stations faded in and out quite unexpectedly and Harry made a note to keep a good selection of compact discs in the truck to listen to. He put his hand over his mouth to stifle another yawn as he thought of their house guests and wondered what they had done during the evening. “Do you think the house is still standing?” he laughed. Severus smirked before he answered him.

“I would imagine that they went out for a while this evening. I left Luc a map of the area and Damon’s number if he needed anything.”

“You don’t feel bad leaving them at home like that?” Harry asked, he knew the truck would have easily carried everyone. Secretly though, he was glad the Malfoys had not joined them, he’d wanted some alone time with Severus.

“Not at all Harry, Luc and I have an understanding. We love seeing each other for visits, but we are not going to turn our lives upside down to entertain each other,” he explained. He had hoped to be home by now, but there had been a mix up at the warehouse and their order had to be re-pulled and then loaded. Instead of taking Harry out for a nice dinner, they’d made do with a quick sandwich and drinks from a roadside stand.

“It’s like that with Ron and Mione too, we are just sort of family, I guess,” Harry sighed softly as he thought of his friends. Ron was due to port key to their new house next week with the belongings he’d retrieved from Severus’ vault. He was sad that Mione would not be with him, but glad to know he was going to spend a few days with his oldest friend. He smiled as he felt Severus’ arm tighten around him and a kiss was dropped on the top of his head gently. “I think Draco and I will get along okay, I had been worried about it.”

“I was too, I know what he put you through in school. Thank you for not demanding they stay elsewhere,” the older wizard said as he took the exit for Echo and silently cheered that there were only six more miles before he could pull into Cutty’s and unload his truck.

“I never even thought of asking you to do that Sev. I know what Lucius is to you and I know Draco is your godson, it would have been selfish to begrudge you their visit,” Harry said as he ran his hand along his husband’s thigh, reveling in the feel of the taut muscles that lay beneath the denim. Feeling bold, he ran his hand up higher and gently cupped the quiet bulge of his husband’s prick and balls, feeling them twitch under his hand, he smiled and squeezed lightly before moving his hand.

“And just what do you think you are doing?” Severus asked as he put Harry’s hand back where it had been. He knew he didn’t have time to do anything with his Harry before reaching Cutty’s, but he still wanted the warmth from his smaller hand over him.

“I think that I am dreaming of all the things I would love for you to do to me and that I would love to do to you,” Harry murmured as he gently massaged the waking flesh. Smirking in the glow of the dashboard instruments, Severus waited for the younger wizard to continue and when he remained quiet, he prompted him.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked in a very husky voice. Merlin, he hoped that they could get home soon, he wanted to get his man between the sheets and begging for his touch as soon as he could.

“I want you to fist me, Husband,” he said as he bit his lower lip and listened as his husband sucked in a breath in surprise. “It’s been so long, and I want to have your hand in me again.”

“Fist you….where?” Severus felt silly for asking, but since the last time they had indulged in the activity, Harry had developed a new opening that could also be claimed in that manner. He felt a shudder run through his slight husband and wondered if he’d thought of that too.

“I don’t care if you open my bottom or my cozy, Sev, I just want to come screaming with your hand deep inside me,” he answered. The idea of his older husband putting his hand into his cozy was a little frightening, but at the same time he could feel himself getting soaked from thinking about the possibility. “I just want to feel you inside me like that.”

Severus was quiet for a moment, thinking about whether or not it was something that was even safe for him to engage in with Harry pregnant. He needed to call Max as soon as he could and ask him, but he wanted to wait until Harry was out of hearing range.

“Did I do something wrong by asking Husband?” his young husband asked quietly as he shifted in his seat and pulled away a little. Severus’ arm tightened around him, bringing him close again.

“No Harry, you didn’t do anything wrong at all. I was just thinking that I needed to give Max a call and make sure that it’s something you can do now,” he explained. “I want to make sure you are going to be safe.” Harry smiled to himself and cuddled in close as the lights of Cutty’s came into sight. The place was doing good business it seemed, at nearly midnight, the car park was half full and they could hear the music as they pulled in.

“It’s going to be crazy this weekend, isn’t it?” the young wizard asked as he got out of the truck and followed Severus into the employee entrance.

“I’ve never been here on that weekend, but I have a feeling you are right, Bit,” his husband answered as they opened the door to the office and found Damon sitting at his desk with the telephone receiver to his ear. Motioning them to sit down, he quickly finished up his call and smiled at them.

“Good to see you both back safe, I was just calling your house to see if you had gone there first,” the old wizard said as he sighed in relief. What he didn’t say was how Grant had been after him for several hours to go find them. He hadn’t been able to get his husband to go home; his husband had flat out refused to leave until he knew that they were safe.

“I tried to call you, but there wasn’t any service in that area,” Severus said as an apology. “The imbeciles had returned your order back to their shelves and we had to wait as they pulled it again and loaded it.” Damon nodded at the explanation and then looked up as the outer door to his office opened and Grant walked in. “They are back Hon, why don’t you go on home now?”

Grant smiled at them both and picked up a few files from the corner of the desk and gave Damon a look that clearly said ‘come on old man, I’m tired, let’s go’. Turning to the door he yawned and rubbed a hand over his face. “Come on Damon, I said I wanted to stay until they made it back. They’re back and we can go home now.”

“I’m sorry we kept you Grant, there was…” Severus began and stopped at a gesture from Grant that came with a smile.

“I don’t care Hon, you are both safe. That’s what matters,” the Lakhota said gently as he tugged on his husband’s arm. “Come on Damon, or I swear you get the sofa tonight.”

“Why don’t you kids head home now? I am going to let Tom close the bar so I can take Grant home as well,” Damon said as he stood up and followed with his hand on his husband’s back, gently steering him towards the door. Severus stood and did the same with his little husband, stopping only to pull his phone out and make a quick call to Max.

After speaking for just a few minutes, he hung up and flashed Harry a lecherous grin as he led him back out to the truck. Thankfully a couple of Damon’s employees had unloaded the truck so the Snapes didn’t have to mess with it. Lifting his young husband into the truck, Severus held him close, pressing his lips to the curve of his jaw while whispering promises for later.

“Max says it is fine baby, we just can’t use magic to cleanse you now. Do you still want this?” he asked as he started the truck and pulled back out onto the road. Harry was quiet for a moment, he was all too familiar with the muggle methods, and it wasn’t that he objected to them, he was just looking at the timing. If they had known that he was restricted from the spelled cleansing then he would have taken his enema that morning, as it was, it was just too late. It would have to be his cozy if he wanted to have his husband’s hand in him tonight.

“I want it Sev, but I can’t imagine your hand….” he began as he held his husband’s hand tightly, his fingers tracing over the scars and calluses on the long stained fingers. The nails were always kept clipped short, never a ragged edge that might catch on the younger wizard’s skin, he knew he’d never be torn by these loving hands.

“We’ll go very slow Harry, and you know you can always tell me to stop at anytime,” Severus said as he lifted the hand that was holding his own and kissed the smaller fingers tenderly. “We’ll use so much lubricant you are liable to squirt right out of bed if we aren’t careful.” he laughed.

“Just catch me if I do,” Harry snickered; he was really looking forward to the impending intimacy with his Severus. He was finding that he was craving the touch of his mate more and more now, looking at him with longing and something akin to lust in his eyes. There was a big part of the young man that was ready to open his jeans and start teasing himself before they got home, but he didn’t want to run the risk of having one or both of the Malfoys seeing him partially dressed and ready to spread his legs for his husband. All of the sudden a horrible thought occurred to him and he sat straight up with a sharp gasp.

“Harry! Are you alright? What is it?” Severus demanded, obviously thinking he was in some sort of distress. He whipped the truck over to the side of the road before Harry could open his mouth to answer. Turning to his husband, Harry put his hand over his mouth.

“Severus, are you going to put up a silencing charm on our room?” he asked, his eyes wide with the realization that Lucius and Draco would be getting more than an earful of his vocalizations. He was mortified at the thought. “Please tell me you are.”

Severus looked at his husband and snorted in amusement. “I think not Harry, it is our house. I see no reason to put a silencing charm on our bedroom tonight or any other night.”

“You’ll gag me then, right Sir? Please, I make too much noise,” Harry begged as he began to fret at his husband’s answer. Severus just shook his head and pulled back onto the road. He had no intentions of silencing his husband in any way. He wasn’t worried about Lucius, wasn’t even that worried about Draco and he wished Harry could understand that he had nothing to be ashamed of if others heard him in the throes of passion.

Severus listened to Harry’s arguments for the rest of the trip home, and quietly denied his husband each time, he was going to learn that he had the right to pleasure without hiding. Harry knew that ultimately he could simply say he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to have sex at all that night, but he knew Severus would see it as a cop out, as a cowardly act. As Severus helped him out of the truck, the older wizard said something that brought comfort to him.

“If you start getting too vocal I will put a silencing charm on you, Harry, but only if you threaten to bring down the rafters with screaming,” the older man said as he shut the door and led Harry up to the front door.

“Thank you Severus, I really don’t want them to listen to me,” he said softly as they entered the brightly lit foyer and heard the sounds of the Malfoy men playing cards in the living room. Leaning down to kiss Harry, Severus sent him on into the bedroom, telling him that he would say their goodnights and join him momentarily. With a look that promised Severus hours of pleasure ahead, Harry smiled and slipped into their room glad to bypass their guests.

Lucius noticed his friend standing in the doorway first and raised his hand in greeting. Entering the room, the tall wizard sat down on the edge of one of the chairs and watched the game the other two were playing. He certainly wasn’t surprised to realize they were playing a muggle game, gin to be exact`, for what looked to be candy.

“Damon called earlier looking for you,” Lucius said as he laid his hand down on the small table that sat between him and his son. “I do believe this is gin, no?” he said with a smirk.

“Do I dare ask who is winning?” Severus inquired as he laughed at the look of disgust on Draco’s pointed face.

“Father is winning of course, but we all know that he cheats when he plays cards,” the young wizard groaned as he handed over his M&Ms to his father. Lucius at least had the dignity to appear affronted by the accusation that is until he popped a handful of his winnings into his mouth and smiled.

“Damon mentioned he called,” Severus said as he shook his head at the two. There were times he really regretted teaching his oldest friend muggle games, but he was amusing to watch. “Harry and I are turning in for the night, so if you need anything…get it yourselves.” he said as he stood up and went for the door.

Draco only looked lost for a moment until the meaning of what his godfather had said sank in. “Oh do you mind, please? Some of us would like to sleep tonight, you know.”

“Conjure earplugs,” was the only thing Severus had to say as he left the room to the laughter of his friend and godson. Standing outside their bedroom door he stopped for a moment and thought again about Harry’s request of a silencing charm. With a resigned sigh he pulled out his wand and quickly cast a charm that wouldn’t silence their room, but it would greatly muffle any sound from within. Harry just didn’t need Draco’s mouth in the morning.

He opened the door and smiled as he found his lover lying on the bed, his body sprawled in sleep, spread out as a treat for his eyes. He was a little surprised to find him asleep, but reasoned to himself that Harry had had a long day and was getting some rest before the fun started that night. Severus knelt down on the floor beside the bed and carefully rolled Harry to his tummy, thankful the brunette was napping in the nude. He smiled to himself as he let his fingers trail up Harry’s inner thighs, hearing the sleeping man sigh as he parted his thighs more to his lover.

The older man lowered his face and pressed a kiss to the small of his Harry’s back, his tongue darting out and lapping a swath all the way to the top of his crease, savouring the salty taste of his skin. He blew a hot breath across the wet skin and chuckled softly as Harry shivered and whimpered in his sleep.

“Shhhhhh…,” he whispered as he used his hands to part Harry’s cheeks and ran his tongue further down the crease. It was obvious Harry had cleaned up a bit before he lay down, he still smelled of the soap he’d used. Savouring the unique taste of Harry, he pulled back a bit and looked at the inviting vision of Harry’s little pucker, just waiting to be invaded. He loved the fact Harry kept himself so clean, just in case he had a spare moment to play with him. Diving back in, he gently lapped at the little rosette and held Harry’s slightly fuller hips as he surged back to press against his face. Harry came to full consciousness as his well used entrance began to respond to his lover.

“Ohhhh Husband…please…” Harry whimpered as Severus laved his tongue over the pucker and sucked the outer ring of muscle between his lips causing Harry to whine as he was pushed down hard on the mattress. He snaked one hand under Harry’s belly and wrapped his hand around the flaccid flesh he found pressed against the sheets. He pointed his tongue and slowly drilled it into the quivering entrance, Harry sobbed as he pushed himself against his lover’s palm, rocking himself as pleasure left his nerves singing for more. Trying to stay quiet so no one would know what was happening in their bedroom, he was afraid he was fighting a battle already lost.

“It’s alright Harry, I cast a charm on the bedroom so you wouldn’t fret,” his husband reassured. Severus hummed and chuckled as Harry came to life at his touch, his tongue delving deeper, tasting the unique flavor that was all Harry. His Harry was rising up on his knees now, he could hear him beg for more, beg to be stretched out and coming for his man. The Dom turned his head and bit at his submissive’s soft flesh and smirked as a welt rose in an imprint of his teeth. Harry just moaned louder, his body responding to every touch as if he were a puppet and Severus his master.

“Don’t tease Sever’s, please more,” he begged as he ground himself back on his lover’s tongue. His husband pulled back and swatted his arse gently with his free hand, grinning as he felt Harry shudder and growl at his touch.

“What do you want Harry, tell me,” Severus asked as he thrust his fingers into the quivering hole and watched as Harry threw his head back and growled. “What do you need?” he demanded as he worked two lubed fingers deep into Harry’s channel. Harry bucked into his hand and then pushed his arse back hard.

“I need your hand in me…now…” he panted as he spread his legs further and reached back between his legs to spread his cozy for Severus, showing his husband how wet he was, how ready he was to be touched there. “I want to come on your hand Husband!” he whimpered as he thrust his fingers into himself as Severus continued to fuck his arse slowly with his fingers. Harry rocked his hips with abandon; he was past caring who heard what now, past caring what his husband thought of his wanton display, past caring whether or not this would hurt.

Severus slowly pulled his fingers from Harry’s bottom and gently turned the boy onto his back and spread his thighs wide, his own breath catching as he realized his husband’s fingers were still busily teasing his wet flesh. He stood quickly and stripped his clothing off then cast a cleansing charm on his mouth and hands, all the while his eyes glued to the sight in front of him, the moans and cries that poured from Harry very nearly causing him to come untouched.

“Please Severus…please Husband, don’t make me wait anymore,” Harry whimpered as he reached one hand out to Severus and caught his hand to draw him to the bed. Settling quickly between the younger man’s legs, Severus used his thumbs to part Harry’s folds and his nose to nudge his husband’s fingers out of his way and then pushing them up to hold his bits out of his way.

“Mine,” Severus growled as he began to lap at the wet heat of his young husband. Harry bucked up at the first touch of his mate’s tongue, a near scream wrenched from him as Severus’ talented tongue delved deep. The older man moved his hands to curl them under the other man’s bottom and grasp his hips to keep him from squirming across the bed and possibly ending up on his head on the floor. He felt the first quiverings of the soft muscles of Harry’s cozy and then heard the high pitched keening as his husband tipped over into the void of his first orgasm, his tongue quickly lapping at the excess of fluids he was presented with. He flicked his eyes up to see Harry with one hand pulling at his sac and the other rubbing his soft prick with his eyes closed tight, his mouth open and his tongue resting on his lower lip. Fucking beautiful, he thought to himself as he watched his husband shake while recovering for more.

“Oh Merlin Sev…” he gasped as his breath came back to him slowly. He opened his emerald eyes to find his lover propped up on one elbow and watching him with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“I trust that met with your approval, Mister Snape?” he laughed softly as he planted a soft kiss to Harry’s inner thigh. He was feeling rather pleased with himself, he was getting the hang of Harry’s extra bits now and was finding that he rather enjoyed them.

“You are such a git,” Harry giggled as he pulled his husband up to lie over him, wanting to feel the security of the older man’s weight covering him.

Severus kissed and nuzzled Harry’s neck, paying close attention to the spot just behind his ear and was rewarded with feeling Harry trying to arch up off the bed. “You call me a git now, just wait until I am finished, my love, you will find it impossible to recall your own name at that point.” he murmured as he let one long fingered hand glide down Harry’s body to play with his nipples gently. He hadn’t forgotten the younger man complaining about them being sensitive.

“Are you still going to fist me?” Harry asked nearly breathless as he closed his eyes and felt something like jolts of electricity course through his body from his husband’s touch.

“Do you want me to?” Severus asked as he pushed his aching prick against Harry’s thigh, hissing as he felt the younger man press his leg harder against him. Wide green eyes looked at him full of lust; he supposed that was all the answer he needed. Smiling at his older husband, Harry snaked a hand between them and wrapped it around the pulsing length of his husband, giving him a squeeze and nipping at his lips while he did it. Severus groaned and Harry smirked as he thrust down against his young husband.

“I want to come screaming on your hand, Husband,” Harry whispered as he moved his husband’s hand from his nipple to his cozy, carefully nudging his bollocks out of the way of the larger hand. He arched so beautifully as two of Severus’ long fingers slid in deep, pushing his body up against the Potions Master’s own need. Harry’s hand tightened on the steely length that was pressed between their writhing bodies, intent to make his husband feel as good as he was feeling himself.

The husky voice of his mate washed over Harry as he heard words that thrilled him to his very core, his silken walls clenching at his husband’s fingers. “My angel, you will most certainly scream as you come,” Severus murmured as he carefully pried Harry’s fingers away from his aching prick. He wanted to concentrate on bringing him to ecstatic heights of pleasure, knowing that once he spilled himself he would be less than useless to Harry. He slid back down Harry’s quaking body, pressing kisses to the hot skin, worrying bits of flesh here and there with his lips and teeth. Keeping his fingers in Harry, he began a gentle rhythm to loosen him up even more. He knew his young husband could accommodate his girth with little problem now, so he was reasonably certain that his hand wouldn’t be too much of a stretch if one wanted to pardon the pun.

Harry brought his knees up, letting them fall open, totally exposing himself to his husband’s gaze. He turned his head to see their reflection in the mirror atop their bureau; he couldn’t believe how incredibly hot his husband looked on his knees between his spread legs. The look of concentration on the older man’s face as he carefully opened his husband was enough to make Harry whine low with need. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down between his thighs, his hand pulling his other bits out of the way so he could watch Severus’ fingers sliding in and out of his slick wetness.

“It’s still so strange to me,” he murmured as Severus looked at him watching himself. Harry panted softly as Severus slowly inserted a third finger into his cozy and gave them a gentle twist, making the younger man lift his hips at the sensation. “Oh gods that feels so good Husband,” he whimpered, the hand holding his flaccid cock playing with it idly.

The older man reached for the pot of lubricant there on the bed beside them, quickly removed his fingers from Harry’s hot cozy, in order to dip them into the lube.

“Steady Harry,” Severus murmured as he thrust his three fingers back into him, feeling how loose his love was becoming. “Let me know how you are feeling, baby,” he said softly as he continued to tease and stretch the wet slit. Harry watched for a few more moments before he lay back on the pillows, closing his eyes as he rode his husband’s fingers. Merlin it felt so good, he moaned louder as Severus spread his fingers and then withdrew them.

“Oh gods Husband,” Harry sobbed as he canted his hips up, wanting to capture those fingers in him once more. Severus spread a generous dollop of lubricant around the entrance of the little slit, smiling as he watched the deep pinkish-red flesh quiver wetly at his touch. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry’s tummy before he pulled his fingers into a cone shape and then slid all four fingers gently into him. He smiled to himself as Harry shuddered and wailed in pleasure, his hips grinding himself down on his husband’s long fingers. He carefully fucked Harry, feeling him stretch and give slowly, drawing his fingers back enough to slather on more lube with his other hand. He closed his eyes and listened to the wet sounds of his fingers working his husband’s flesh accompanied by the sobbing cries for more.

“Please Husband, please,” Harry cried as he tried to spread his legs more. Reaching down between his thighs, he grasped his Dom’s wrist and tried to steady it as he pushed down wanting more. His legs were shaking so badly now, he was so close to coming, he could feel it right beyond his grasp every time the ridges of his husband’s knuckles pushed into him. He felt so incredibly full, it was so different from having his bottom fisted, there was no burn, no pain to breathe through, just an overwhelming urge to undulate on his husband’s hand.
“Easy little one,” Severus said softly as he took hold of Harry’s hand and removed it from his wrist. He didn’t want the younger man doing anything that would result in pain for him. He could feel his husband’s inner muscles starting to spasm and then stopping again with each push of his hand. “Rub yourself Harry, play with your cock for me,” he instructed as he gently folded his thumb into his palm and made a final long push, holding Harry’s hip with his other hand to keep him from pushing down too fast. He watched in fascination as the tight ring of recently formed muscles stretched, the skin thinning to an almost impossible point over his knuckles and then with an almost audible sucking sound, Harry’s cozy opened to him and pulled his hand in the rest of the way.

“Ohhhhh godddddssssss…..” Harry screamed as he felt the stretching, amazed at the lack of pain and then the near impossible fullness of his lover’s hand in his body. Severus’ hand was touching places he didn’t know were possible, touching them all at the same time and setting his body on fire. He could feel his twitching cock dripping precome onto his belly as Severus held his hand still and then slowly twisted his hand back and forth. Harry threw his head back and wailed with abandon, nearly deafening Severus, making the older man very glad he’d cast a muffling charm on their room before he began. He could only imagine what the Malfoys were hearing right now.

“How’s that Harry?” Severus panted as his own prick showed renewed interest as he listened to his husband come undone. His body was so tight and hot around his hand, the squeeze of muscles was almost scary as the younger man pushed his hips up from the mattress and pulled at his flesh. His body shaking hard as he started to come on his husband’s hand, come pulsing weakly out of his piss slit and his muscles clenching relentlessly.

“More, oh gods don’t stop,” Harry panted as he opened his lust filled eyes and stared at his husband. “I want to come again please.” he begged, his legs coming together with a snap as Severus twisted his hand once more and brushed his knuckles over nerves he hadn’t known existed until then.

“You are such a slut Harry,” he laughed as his hand slid deeper into the crushing heat and the brunette began to shudder from head to toe. Harry laughed at his Dom’s words and nodded his head wildly agreeing, knowing they were not meant to be hurtful. “I bet if you could, you’d fuck both of my hands at once, wouldn’t you? Your little cozy so stretched out for me, wouldn’t that be beautiful.”

“Try….please try…” Harry begged, his cock was now dripping in a constant flow, his seed dripping down his sides. He was having a hard time keeping still as Severus played him for the first time, he didn’t care that it was his cozy instead of his bottom, he had found he loved it any way Severus gave it to him. He felt his husband slide his free hand up to grasp his leaking prick, giving it a squeeze and then laughing as he felt Harry’s cozy clench like a vise on his hand.

“Slut,” Severus purred in that silky voice as he moved his hand to squeeze Harry’s balls and then tug them, Harry squalling in a mix of pain and pleasure, each throb of his cock dumping another spurt of precome onto his belly.

“Yesss… your slut,” Harry cried as he thrust his hips up into the air and mewled as the older man took his hand from his overfull balls. He heard the wet, squishing sound of fingers being dipped into their lube and his flaccid cock gave another lurch. “I love you…” he whimpered as he felt the cool lube covered finger stroking the stretched ring of muscle.

“My beautiful Harry,” Severus growled as he slid his forefinger lower and then into the heat of his lover’s bottom. Slowly, slowly he went as he worked it into his arse up to the second knuckle. He felt Harry clench up harder and heard him start to sob.

“I’m your whore….fuck…fu…fuck me….Severus…fuck me…” he sobbed out and pushed himself back onto the second finger Severus had carefully slipped into the ring of his pucker. “I….I’m….oh godddssss …I’m coming!!!” he screamed as his prick throbbed, jerking wildly in it’s soft state as he drew his knees up and his whole body shaking in the throes of his orgasm. He howled as he felt fingers massaging his prostate and pushing it against the hand in his other hole, a continuous stream of thin ejaculate being pushed out of him with each move Severus made.

“Shhhh….calm down love,” the raven haired man murmured as he carefully withdrew his fingers and then began the long withdrawal of his hand from his lover’s body. Harry was still in near convulsions and began to jerk his hips wildly as his husband’s knuckles slide slowly past his sore, swollen entrance on their way out. He was reduced to gibberish as the older man pressed a cool, wet flannel to his over stimulated cozy. Severus smirked as he watched the gaping slit try to close and he knew it would be awhile before it would close completely. Harry mewled at the unwelcome feeling of being empty; he hated it when they were through. Severus only grinned and lifted his legs up, propping his ankles on his shoulders and with one hand he slicked his aching prick up with a palm full of lubricant scooped from the little pot. Harry looked at him, his mouth open, breath coming in short pants, the knowledge of what was about to happen was plainly written on his face as he gave his husband a grin.

“Fuck me hard Husband,” he growled as Severus sheathed himself in one swift stroke right to his bollocks. Harry tightened the muscles of his arse and held his husband tight within his heat. Severus lifted Harry’s hips to meet each thrust as he powered into him. Once, twice, and on the third thrust he felt his orgasm building quickly and then exploding without warning in the molten depths of his lover.

Severus collapsed to one side of his young husband, nearly unconscious from their activity. Harry wasn’t in much better shape as he groped blindly on the nightstand for his wand. Finding it, he summoned a fresh flannel and quickly cleaned them both up before he pulled the sheets up over them.

“Was that satisfactory?” Severus mumbled as he got comfortable on his side and pulled Harry in to spoon. He sighed in contentment as he kissed the back of his husband’s neck after nudging all that hair away. “I am cutting your hair in the morning, little one; this is a pain in the arse.”

“It was wonderful Husband, thank you,” Harry purred, secretly happy as hell his hair was going to be short again. Trying to keep the mess untangled had been a right bother. Severus picked his wand up from his side of the bed and extinguished the lights and then aimed his wand at the foot of the bed and conjured socks onto Harry’s feet.

“Go to sleep baby,” Severus yawned as he tucked his wand under his pillow and cradled the younger man to him. Harry was already asleep, snoring softly, a look of contentment on his face.

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In the living room, Draco sat with an open mouth and just stared at the doorway. Lucius looked as if he didn’t know whether or not to cringe or cheer Severus on as they listened to Harry screeching like a banshee. The younger blond turned to his father with a stricken face.

“I’ve been celibate way too long to be listening to that Father. It just isn’t fair.”

“I would have to agree.”

“I’m going to bed, they have to go to sleep soon or there isn’t going to be anything left of Harry,” Draco said as he shook his head and left the room trying to remember if he knew a spell to conjure ear plugs or not.