Room For One More

Title: Room For One More

Author: DementorDelta

Author\'s Email: Dementordelta@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Notes: Written for the Dawn To Dusk Snape/Harry FQF, first line challenge.

Beta: The Incomparable Isis.

\"Blue robes, Mr. Potter?\"

Harry held up the heavy dark blue robes to his body, like an especially limp dance partner, and sketched a bow at Severus as though they\'d just been introduced.

\"Not my best color, I admit, Mr. Snape,\" he said, pulling his wand out with the hand not holding the robes. He drew a Harry-sized oval in the air with it and recited the reflection spell while tapping the space in the center.

\"Though I thought it brought out something--\" A wispy oval reflecting surface had materialized between himself and Severus. Harry held up the robes again, studied his reflection and winced. \"Definitely not my best color,\" he sighed, letting the top half of the robe fall over his arm.

\"No doubt the result of one of your ill-fated shopping expeditions with Miss Granger,\" Severus said, eyeing him critically around the wisp of mirror. \"Though I\'d have expected her to drape you only in goes-with-your-eyes green.\"

Harry banished the mirror with an X-shaped flick of his wand, and looked around at the piles of trunks surrounding the heavy wooden armoire in Severus\'--now theirs, he corrected himself--quarters.

\"I think that one\'s in here someplace as well.\" Still holding the blue robe he toed open yet another of his trunks. \"Though that one got previewed by Witch Weekly, who then speculated like mad on whether my, what was it they called you--my Slytherin compn fon for the evening--would wear green as well.\"

He folded up the blue robes and tossed them haphazardly into the \'donate\' trunk.

Severus reached over the trunk he was rooting through and cupped Harry\'s chin. \"As I recall your Slytherin companion was fairly adamant about *not* wearing matching robes.\"

Harry grinned and pulled the dark green one out andd itd it up. \"Didn\'t matter, we looked smashing that night. Keeping this one.\" He hung it up in the armoire besides Severus\' uncompromisingly black ones.

Rummaging around in the trunk with most of his Muggle clothing, Harry stowed away a drawer full of his underpants. Bent over, he knew he was waving his arse a bit more than strictly necessary.

Straightening up for the next handful he noted his arse wiggling had been observed with interest. \"Did we have a row over that one?\" He tugged his jeans back into place, carefully pulling them taut over the firming bulge in front. \"Or just skip to the make up sex?\" he said, voice pitched low.

Severus closed the now empty robe trunk, spelled it locked and shrunk it. One less to worry about in the heaps of trunks all around their feet. \"You *did* say you wanted to get this done today?\" Severus asked archly, then rolled his eyes as if recalling something. \"Seems to me, promises were made of finishing moving you in, and reservations for a secluded romantic dinner for two?\" He eyed Harry\'s snug jeans with dark heat. \"Which we\'ll never get to if we give into your libido every time your cock catches a strong breeze.\"

Harry groaned. \"Hearing you say \'cock\' isn\'t helping matters.\" He concentrated a moment. \"Okay, what\'s in that one?\" They worked together in companionable silence, disposing of the trus cos contents efficiently. Severus\' armoire, much larger on the inside than the outside, was filling up, withy thy the occasional moan of its finely crafted wooden hinges as complaint.

Opening the bottom drawer, Harry began tucking his own neatly-folded t-shirts next to Severus\'. He\'d seen his lover wear one exactly once when they\'d spent a week in a seaside cottage one summer. An unfortunate incident with a potion spill had ruined nearly everything in their trunk, and while it had been no great hardship to go shirtless most of the time, they\'d been forced to buy a few necessities in the touristy little village.

The same t-shirt was lying on top, neatly folded. Black, of course, with a discreet sailboat logo over the breast. Looking at it, Harry could almost smell the fresh sea air. He could definitely recall the potent combination of sea air, arousal, sweat and semen they\'d created during that lazy week.

Lightly Harry ran a finger over the innocuous logo, picturing the t-shirt as he\'d last seen it, since he\'d been the one lifting it over his lover\'s head and tossing it on the floor. Damn, he was getting hard again. They\'d never finish at this rate.

He snuck a surreptitious glance at his lover, nowtingting out the shoes Harry had thrown in the bottom of one trunk.

\"You\'re doing it agai Sev Severus said, without looking up from his task.

\"I couldn\'t help remembering--\" he began.

Snape did look up then. \"Romantic dinner for two, remember? To celebrate the difficult negotiation of two disparate souls such as ourselves finally throwing off the yoke of endless gossip and rife speculation about our personal lives.\"

\"Severus?\"

Amusement glinted in the dark depths of his lover\'s eyes. \"Yes, Harry?\"

\"The romantic dinner is for Valentine\'s Day.\"

\"Silly, useless Muggle holiday.\"

\"We are *not* celebrating telling everyone they can shove off about our personal lives.\"

Severus closed the trunk firmly. \"Whatever you say.\"

Harry bundled his own t-shirts together and tucked them in the drawer. It was only then that he noticed there were other t-shirts under the black one from their holiday. \"What\'re these down here?\" he asked, flipping the top one up. The next one was black too, but there were several green ones with different logos.

\"Hmmm?\" Severus asked, distracted by a pair of dress shoes that had begun dancing in a charmed two-step.

\"Snakes Rule?\" Harry read off the next t-shirt, \"Talks Dirty To Snakes?\" He pulled out a few more. \"Got Potions?\" He was grinning now. When he looked over, a bit of color highlighted Severus\' usually pale cheeks.

\"Gifts from departing classes. I don\'t know why I keep them.\"

Harry, who thought he knew, got to the bottom of the pile. \"Co-ed Naked Quidditch?\" This one had a crossed broomstick design that looked almost like two erect pricks rubbing each other. It looked older than the rest, and softer, as though it had been worn. \"I\'d fancy seeing you in that one.\"

Using the laces, Severus tied the still shuffling shoes together and set a pair of heavy boots on them. He made a noncommittal noise, watching to see if the shoes had been effectively subdued.

\"Donate the lot if you like,\" he said finally. \"You know I don\'t wear them.\"

\"And have one of them show up in St. Mungo\'s charity bin screaming that Harry Potter had put it there? No, thank you.\" He fingered the bottom shirt, the one that had been worn, then pulled it out of the drawer. He held it up to his body.

\"You must\'ve been taller than me back then too,\" he observed.

\"Gangly,\" Severus countered, shuddering slightly.

Eyeing him cockily, Harry asked, \"So, did you ever play?\"

Severus gave him a look that Harry recognized as one that meant his lover wasn\'t giving anything away easily. \"Quidditch or naked?\"

\"Either,\" Harry clarified. \"Ever feel the urge for a really good broomstick between your legs?\"

He could tell by the flicker of amusement that Severus was enjoying their discussion. Usually he shied away from talking about aing ing in his past. \"I didn\'t say I hadn\'t ridden a broomstick or two.\"

\"Or a Quidditch player?\" Harry asked, feeling saucy.

\"Or two,\" came the smug reply. \"Randy sort of sport, Quidditch. All those sharp turns on broomsticks. No wonder so many women play it.\" He\'d got down on the floor, sorting out Harry\'s shoes by pairs.


Harry had not been surprised, upon finally succeeding in getting the elegant Potions master to seduce him, that Snape was by no means inexpered ied in pleasures of the flesh. It was one of the things he\'d sensed, and it had attracted him, when Harry, fresh out of school, had been able to see things through adult eyes.

\"I refereed a bit in school,\" Snape went on. \"Did you know?\"

Harry felt his pulse quicken slightly. That was more information than he\'d heard about Severus\' time at school since the disastrous Pensieve incident in fifth year. \"I wondered, during that business with Quirrell,\" Harry admitted, impulsively shucking his own shirt and slipping the Naked Quidditch shirt over his head. It was a bit long buherwherwise fit well. It smelled faintly of the cedar drawers that lined the bottom of the armoire.

It was a source of unexpressed delight that Harry, whenever he wanted to inflame his admittedly flammable lover, could put on one of Severus\' worn shirts. Since Severus was taller than he was, the shirts usually hung down to Harry\'s knees. Since he usually wasn\'t wearing anything else when he pulled that particular ploy, Harry has never been disappointed by the passion that followed.

Now, Snape leaned up against a heavy trunk, stretching his long lets between two trunks, and looked Harry over.

\"Not bad, eh?\" Harry said, resisting the urge to make another reflector and admire the shirt. The warm heat that had leapt into Severus\' eyes was mirror enough. He traced the blatantly erect broomsticks on the front.

\"So,r, er, er, you know, with a woman?\"

This time the shudder was real. \"No,\" he admitted. \"Kissed a few, just to make sure.\"

Harry\'s index finger traced the rounded end of the screen-printed broomstick. \"So, I guess you were sure.\" He looked down, then got down to his knees, leaning over onto his hands. He was very sure of his lover\'s attention as he crawled between the trunks and shoes separating them, then over Severus\' long legs, letting his own legs straddle the longer ones.

Severus stroked his face. \"The merest touch of your cheek excites me far more than those kisses ever did,\" he said softly.

Harry swallowed hard. \"I\'d haikediked to have known you then,\" he said, sparing not a thought for their dinner reservation. \"Snogged you in the corridor between classes.\" Hands on his backside helped him settle, so it was up to Harry to lean in for a kiss.

\"Peeked at you in the Quidditch changing rooms,\" he went on, moving the kiss to the side of his lover\'s mouth. \"Fumbled through our first time together,\" he said, rubbing his cheek against Severus\'. The hands on his arse went around his waist suddenly, and Sus\'us\' mouth compelled him back.

\"You\'d never have looked at me twice back then,\" Severus said before covering his mouth with his own. Harry felt the heat of arousal pooling between his legs, prickling down his back. When they got like this, needy and unexpected, he felt like a wand in a master wizard\'s hand, giving off sparks.

Between kisses he lifted the t-shirt, guiding his lover\'s mouth to his chest.

\"Romantic dinner for two?\" Severus said, in between sucking Harry\'s nipples.

\"I\'ve got some wizard pops in my shaving kit for emergencies.\" Severus bit him slightly, and Harry gasped. \"I\'ll share.\"

\"Valentine\'s day?\" Severus asked, licking a languid trail between the two broomstick- brown aureoles.

\"Bugger it. Can\'t think of anything more romantic than having you churn my insides to pumpkin butter.\" Severus bit him again, and Harry huffed excitedly.

\"Celebrating our new living arrangement?\" Severus asked, head tilted to admire his handiwork.

\"We\'ve always done better with private celebrations,\" he countered, untucking Severus\' shirt. He\'d learned long ago that unbuttoning anything the older man wore took too much time. Plus, he liked when the shirt going over his head mussed Severus\' hair.

Sure enough, a bit of the jet-black stuff clto Sto Severus\' cheek. Tenderly Harry tucked it back, using the opportunity to lean in closer so their bare chests touched, the Quidditch t-shirt still shoved up around his shoulders. He knew his lover liked the patches of hair on his chest and the smudge of black hair that cleaved his belly.

He loved this slow route to arousal. His lover pulled the disparate elements of their love play together as masterfully as he brewed any potion--adding *this* ingredient, a stroke or a swipe of the tongue, exactly when Harry needed it at just the right moment. And stirring at precisely the right time. Oh, the stirring! He knew from past experience Severus could bring him off two or three times while staying on the edge of arousal himself.

Harry opened his own trousers and pulled his own heavy prick out. Severus eyed it with a smirk. \"Suppose you think I should do something about that?\"

Harry rubbed himself against Severus\' trousers. \"I was hoping you would.\" He pretended to reconsider. \"Though if you\'d rather not, I suppose we could still make it in time for dinner.\" He ma mov move with his hips and pretended he wanted to be anywhere but riding a cock so hard he saw stars.

\"Come back here, you little tease,\" Severuid, id, grabbing him as if he\'d really tried to get away. Harry loved the feeling of being grabbed, too, and the way his lover\'s eyes caressed his mouth before taking possession. Absolute, unqualified possession.

\"Take me out,\" Severus instructed, as Harry\'s fingers nearly tripped over themselves to obey. \"Touch me.\" The straining length surged into his hand, hot and hard. Harry nudged his own cock closer, like two friends greeting each other joyfully.

They groaned at the same time, then smiled at it. Harry knew he could easily come this way and almost did when Severus\' larger hand covered his, stroking them on the outside, while the lengths rubbed luxuriously. Harry liked to watch the skilled fingers working their tumescent flesh, groaning softly as Severus squeezed the glans together, pooling the glistening fluid. Harry pulled dew dewy thumb up and into his mouth.

Severus\' dark eyes widened in erotic appreciation. \"You\'re the tease,\" Harry said. \"You know what I want.\"

The wicked grin he got in response was softened slightly as Severus released their cocks. \"Then, delightful as this dishabille is, I fear we must divest ourselves.\"

Harry was already on it. \"Can\'t you just say \'let\'s shuck our kits\' like any normal person?\" He slapped his lover\'s thighs playfully to get him to lift up so he could slide the trousers off the outstretched long legs.

\"Like any normal uneducated dolt, you mean? Then no.\" He appeared to consider the question while Harry pulled his shoes off so he could finish the \'divesting\' portion of their evening. \"And I\'ve never been, by any stretch of even your imagination, \'normal\',\" he said, leaning over as soonhe whe was naked and crawling over Harry like a lion mauling a gazelle.

Harry exhibited a most un-gazelle like inclination to be suitably mauled, giving a futile tug at the Quidditch shirt.

\"Leave it on,\" Severus growled.

\"If it makes you act like this,\" Harry said, shoving one of the discarded robes under his soon to be abused backside. It was the blue velveteen and felt pretty good on his arse.
\"I\'m never taking it off.\"

Themblembled and tangled on the slippery velveteen robe, stroking, slicking, making forays into welcoming entrances with tongues and fingers, and even, for a few extraordinary moments when things got confused and hectic, blue velveteen.

Severus ended up on his back on the already slightly sticky robe, with Harry lowering himself onto the upraised prick below. He bounced lightly against the blunt end a few times, enjoying the fine sheen of perspiration that broke out on Sev\' u\' upper lip.

\"If I come before you even get me in, it won\'t be *me* spending Valentine\'s Day randy and frustrated,\" Severus gritted out. Then he gasped, arching up as Harry finally impaled himself.

\"You wouldn\'t leave me high and dry,\" Harry said, stroking himself a few times as he lowered down. \"Besides, you can hold out for hours and hours,\" he said, eyes closing in pleasure, savoring the sensation of being filled. The sense of intimacy, lying here on the worn dungeon carpet with Harry\'s own trunks piled to either side, shouldn\'t feel so naughty, but it did.

\"Hours and hours,\" he repeated softly, rocking.

\"If you keep up that infernal bouncing, I won\'t last five minutes,\" Severus said, lifting his arms to brace Harry. Their fingers twinpalmpalms rubbing much as their cocks had only moments earlier. How could the touch of another\'s hand feel so intimate?

Once he\'d found his stroke Harry slid his hands free, pinching his nipples, certain of his audience. Severus panted slightly, his own hands first sliding under Harry\'s moving buttocks. Harry framed his nipples, the top edge of the n Qun Quidditch shirt forming the top part of the frame,he rhe ran his thumbs over the hard peaks.

\"Bloody tease,\" Severus growled, sliding his hands around front, grabbing Harry\'s cock, stroking him back to hardness.

\"Perfect, bloody perfect,\" Harry said, thinking the first blush of desire with a new lover was a grand thing but having a lover who knew just exactly how hard to stroke your prick was the best thing in the world. He showed his appreciation by coming in lush spurts all over Severus\' belly. His lover clasped him, still stroking, so Harry never fully lost his erection. He could feel the sweet ache of it, deep in his balls.

Eventually they changed places, Harry ending up on his knees, babbling like a teenage girl reading her first romance novel as Severus finally let himself go, pounding into the welcoming channel. \"Come for me, damn it,\" Harry whimpered, \"Come inside me. Fill me up. Who\'s teasing now?\" He pushed back *hard*, startled to realize he himself was achingly hard again. It didn\'t matter. He wanted Severus to come. Needed it. Fingers dug in almost cruelly into his hips, heedless of the bruises they might leave. Harry welcomed that, too. It meant his lover was close, had lost the control he prized so highly while bringing Harry so much pleasure.

Then one hand snaked around his hip, but didn\'t touch his prick yet. Harry gritted his teeth as something impossibly soft wrapped his cock. Severus had grabbed a fistful of that damned blue robe, using the slippery velveteen to stroke him. Then his lover slammed into him with a force that nearly rattled his teeth, letting the momentum of both their mov move the hand holding Harry\'s thick cock.

\"Gods, that\'s…\" Severus rasped over his shoulder, as Harry pushed back with him. Uncontrollable shudders were rng tng through Harry as though his earlier orgasm had just picked up again without ceasing, pouring his meager spunk into the nearly frictionless fabric. \"Fuck!\"

Harry could feel Severus\' shudders above his own--he\'d held out but couldn\'t stop it now, and Harry knew he\'d be coming hard and long. He looked forward to the day he could hold out as well, but right now enjoyed the last spasms of his utterly spent cock. He reached between his legs and unwrapped the clenching fingers, letting his weight down on the robe as he did, bringing the shaking body on top of him down with him as he knelt.

Severus was all but dead weight on his back, but Harry didn\'t mind. Enjoyed it in fact, that delicious sensation of being crushed. Even though they were both in pretty good physical shape--and had gotten a bit more toned from their erotic play in the last year--their harsh rasps of breath sounded very loud in the stone room of the dungeon.

He felt Severus stir as he wiped one side of his face on the damp t-shirt clustered around Harry\'s shoulders. Both robe and t-shirt, Harry reflected, were probably bound for the dust-bin.

\"Hold still and let me--\" his lover said, easing up slowly and with a long exhaled breath, bracing Harry once again as he eased himself out of Harry\'s arse.

Just thinking about the picture it must make sent a twitch through his bravely willing cock. \"You know it\'s good sex when I\'m getting hard again thinking about what we just did,\" he said.

Beside him Severus lay gingerly on a small slice of the undoubtedly damp robe. \"Oh, that\'s every time then.\"

Flushing with pleasure of a completely different sort, he scooted close for a kiss. Despite wiping his face on the Quidditch t-shirt Severus\' face was still damp from exertion. Harry kissed him anyway, tasting the salt on his tongue. Severus however kept it brief.

\"I\'m not spending my first night with you on the floor,\" he said, trying to find a place for his long legs inweenween two of Harry\'s trunks.

Harry laughed. \"ly oly our first night. I\'ve slept over loads of times.\" His lover\'s face had softened, something it hardly ever did outside these walls. \"But this is something new, isn\'t it? You letting me move in?\" He studied the lined face he loved so well. \"It\'s going to be good, isn\'t it?\"

Without answering him, Severus looked around at the haphazardly piled trunks. \"We\'d better get you moved in here before your libido kicks in again.\" He got to his feet, extending a hand to help Harry up.

\"*My* libido!\" Harry protested. \"You\'ve no room to talk, as many times as you\'ve slammed me down on any available surface.\" He tried to straighten the t-shirt but it was irrevocably damp so he just stripped it off. He leaned over to scoop up the sodden, stained mess, that had, until an hour ago, been an admittedly ill-chosen dress robe. \"I\'ll pitch this, shall I? It\'s not fit to donate now.\"

Stepping into his rumpled trousers Snape looked over then frowned. Leaving his fly loose he took the t-shirt and robes. Without comment he pulled his wand from a pocket and cleaned both garments up.

Harry thought about the neatly folded stack of t-shirts given to Severus from formerdentdents, of the one on top with its silly sailboat logo, a remnant of their lazy seaside holiday, and of the worn Naked Quidditch one before he took the latter from one unresisting hand. First Harry tucked away the t-shirt with the others in the bottom drawer of the armoire. Severus watched, eyes hooded.

When Harry took the blue robe from his hand, their fingers brushed. Turning around Harry pulled out a hanger for the robe, settling both inside the cedar-scented depths of the armoire. \"There, that fits nicely, don\'t you think?\" he asked, without turning around.

Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. He could feel his lover\'s face in his hair, could feel the warmth is sis still-bare chest on his own back. Mouth close to his ear, Severus said, \"There\'s always room for one more.\"

##The End##