Hippie is Not Your Colour

“You look a right ponce, you know” Severus chided from behind his leather bound book

Harry’s arms grazed the top of his purple yoga mat as he reached skyward, breathing deeply.  “Don’t knock it until you try it, I’ve never felt so balanced and centred”.  He exhaled deeply and turned sideways, sweeping into a new position.

Severus’ brow arched from behind his reading glasses “I don’t feel particularly imbalanced or uncentred, thank- you very much” he drawled, lazily turning a worn page.

Harry smirked, bending so far forward his lips nearly grazed his shins.  “You’re just not willing to admit that you’re totally inflexible” he teased, feeling a great stretch in his spine.

“Rigid” Severus agreed

“And you’d look terrible in yoga pants”

“Horrid. “

“And you have an unnatural fear of foam rubber” with that, Harry turned his heel in his mat, causing it to screech in protest.

The leather bound book in Severus’ hands slammed shut with a loud crack as Severus shuddered.  His tongue dangled out from between his lips as if the space it had previously occupied would soon be awash with vomit.  “You little brat” he sneered, between dry heaves.

Harry grinned wickedly and made as if to repeat the noisy movement.  His husband was out of his seat in a flash, pinning the youth to the offending piece of rubber in one swift movement.

The younger man moaned as he felt Severus’ erection digging into his trembling thigh.

Severus nipped at his neck delicately, his lips turned up into a bemused smirk. “I suppose there’s one benefit to you partaking in this hippie fad” he cooed.

“and that is..?” Harry gasped

Severus smiled and flipped his lover over “Downward Dog”