All That You Leave Behind

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54



Severus had to grit his teeth every time he remembered the satisfied look on Ginny\'s face the day after she had came home. It made his head hurt, and his balls ache with longing for his Harry, in his bed.



Since that wonderful stolen weekend, he and Harry had had no chance to be together. Nearly two weeks had passed, and Severus was spending more and more of his time fighting down erections when he beheld or thought of Harry and what they had done together. His only consolation was that it was even worse for Harry. The younger man was walking around with a tent in his trousers and was having to pretend it was for Ginny.



The ex-teacher knew that Harry did desire his wife, and did sleep with her, but the lust he felt currently wasn’t for her, it was for their house-mate. That thought made Severus feel both smug and guilty all at the same time.



Harry himself was feeling guilt, guilt and despair, along with lust. During long evenings when Ginny was bustling about, he sat in their rooms, quill in hand, tired from his day but still trying to calm his tumultuous thoughts by writing. But it didn’t work. He wanted Severus. He wanted Ginny.



Severus was fighting his own body more and more. It wanted what it wanted, and Harry was so close, and yet a million miles away whilst Ginny was there. And so it was that his body crowed in victory when she announced she was reporting upon another Quidditch match, this time in Romania, and would take the opportunity to visit Charlie afterwards, “And show off little James,” as she had put it.



Since the announcement, Harry had seemed to change. He had begun subtly flirting with Severus: touching him on his arm, leg, head; massaging his shoulders claiming he looked tense; bringing his head close to the older man’s ears and whispering how hard he was; bending over in front of Severus, apparently picking something from off the floor.



Spending three days with his teeth grinding and his cock jerking was slowly eating away at Severus’ resolve. In fact, whilst Ginny had been outside reading one afternoon, he had grabbed Harry’s arse and ground their hips together. The soft moaning he had heard had made his aching prick even worse and he had fled to his own quarters, desperate to relieve the tension in his body.



Still, Harry would pay for grabbing a dragon by its tail once they were alone, Severus was sure about that!



“Have you got everything?” Harry asked for the fifth time as Ginny stood by the fireplace, James held securely in her arms and a small bag slung across her chest.



She rolled her eyes at him, “Yes, Harry, I’m sure. Even if I forget something, it’ll only be a few minutes to get here and retrieve it. No one would even know I was gone!”



“But you could miss some crucial piece of information, or the snitch’s capture!” Harry whined.



She smiled and turned to Severus. “How do you put up with him?” she asked, “He drives me crazy and I’m married to him! I have to love him! You don’t.” she paused before saying, “So, what’s your secret, Severus? How do you keep him under control?”



“I tie him up and gag him,” Severus dead-panned, feeling heat in the pit of his stomach, and was glad that she had her back to Harry, who was flushed with arousal.



“Good idea!” she grinned and glanced at her husband, “Oh, there’s no need to look like that! I’m sure he wouldn’t really!” She picked up a pinch of floo powder and dropped it into the flames, “Well, not unless you really deserved it!” and with that she was off, stating her destination clearly, amusement still obvious in her voice.



For a long moment after her departure there was silence.



“Oh god…” Harry moaned and got no further.



Severus pounced – there was no other word for it – and within moments he had the younger man on the floor naked and eagerly spread, his legs wide whilst they kissed frantically, hands clutching at heated skin. Hips thrusting, neither lasted long, and with mouths still conjoined, gasped as their climaxes swept over them.



They lay together panting. Harry naked, Severus still clothed.



“Bed, I think,” the potions expert said once they had recovered their breath somewhat.







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Harry lay on Severus’ bed, naked, his legs spread and a cheeky grin on his face. “Like anything you see?” he asked as he noticed the intensity of Severus’ gaze.



“Perhaps,” Severus responded, moving, not towards the bed, but instead to an arm chair.



“What do you think you’re doing?” Harry asked, annoyance creeping into his tone.



“Reading,” the answer was said so innocently and yet the face was so filled with lust that it made Harry groan with desire.



“Can’t you do that, you know, later?”



“Knowledge is the most powerful weapon we have.” Severus looked serious for a moment.



Harry felt his passion recede somewhat. It sounded like the type of thing Dumbledore might have said. Again, he felt that clenching of his heart as he realised that Dumbledore was gone. It had been years, and yet he still missed the older wizard. Severus seemed to be lost in reminisces too.



Keen to move their minds from grief, Harry said, “Can’t you get to know me more? That’s knowledge!”



Severus rose and peeled his clothing off. “You do have a point,” he observed before joining Harry on the bed, his penis hard and thick between his legs.



He lay next to the younger man, struggling to control the trembling in his hands. He wanted Harry so very much and wanted this to last. Unacknowledged to his conscious self was the worry he had felt the previous fortnight – that Harry would have changed his mind. But now, lying beside the man he loved, the fear melted away and was replaced with emotions so strong he felt almost physical pain.



The younger wizard seemed to feel just as deeply, as he gently touched one of Severus’ cheeks with a calloused hand, sighing as he did so.



Not wanting to, and with no need to, resist, he leant down and kissed Harry softly. Their lips brushed together before clinging, and again Severus was swept away by the magic of Harry. Tongues poked out and flicked together, then tangled, duelling for power, but not really wanting it. Instead the battle was its own reward, especially when Harry pulled Severus firmly down onto him, sliding one hand down the pale back to rub a rounded buttock. Severus returned the gesture, feeling at once Harry’s response. His tongue moved more aggressively, and his legs parted further. One hooked over Severus’ back so that their erections were perfectly aligned.



Seeing spots before his eyes, it took Severus a second or two to realise that sensation wasn’t causing it, lack of oxygen was. He pulled free, took a gulp of air and feathered kisses tenderly across the swollen lips.



Harry moaned and lifted his head, seeking to capture the mouth again. But Severus wouldn’t allow it. He scrabbled with his free hand on the bedside table, silently cheering when his fingers closed around an incredibly cold glass jar.



Feeling mischievous, he placed the cold container onto Harry’s heated chest. Harry yelped and tried to twist away from the searing numbness.



“Ba-bastard!” he stuttered as his teeth chattered.



“I need to warm the ointment, otherwise this is how your insides will feel.” Severus explained, rolling the bottle along the heaving chest.



“Git! Use a fucking spell!” Harry sobbed, his skin prickling.



At last, Severus removed the jar and placed it under a pillow. He bent his head to the goose-pimpled flesh and lapped at it with his tongue, sweeping his hot muscle over and over the cool skin.



“Oooooooh,” Harry groaned as his body warmed under the deliciously wet assault. His fingers threaded into black and white hair as one nipple was captured and laved thoroughly. “Sev!” he panted, hips moving.



The elder man reached under the pillow for the ointment. Awkwardly – as his face was still pressed against the golden chest – he removed the lid and dipped three fingers into the cool fluid. He shivered a little as he rubbed his digits together, ensuring complete coverage and warming the liquid at the same time.



Harry thrashed his head from side to side once Severus’ head was between his legs, the sinful mouth sucking on his leaking dick. The fingers slowly but steadily working into him only increased his pleasure, and his hips jerked again and again as his body was played perfectly; brought to the very pinnacle and then held there quivering whilst Severus pressed his throbbing cock into the spasming channel.



Both men gasped, eyes locked together as they joined. For Severus, it was exquisite torture, the tight feel of the body around him, and yet knowing in the back of his mind that Harry was not solely his. For Harry it brought ecstasy and despair. He wanted this, wanted it with almost every fibre of his being, but his very need made him despair – he was married, how could he want another person when he had such a wonderful wife?



And then all doubts were cast aside as their bodies began to move in perfect sync; Harry moving enough to feel the ache of the thrust of Severus’ body, Severus rolling his groin as he thumped in, jabbing at the spot within Harry.



“Going to… Going to..!” Harry wailed, hands locked in a death grip on Severus’ back.



Severus bit back a cry as his dick jumped inside Harry, his own climax taking him by surprise.



“Oh GOD!” Harry screamed as his hot seed spurted between them.



They slumped together, mouths open, panting for breath.



Harry barely managed a weak moan a few minutes later as Severus slowly removed his spent length from his wet hole.



Severus rolled so that he was next to his lover and pulled him tightly into his arms.



“Never let me go,” Harry mumbled just before a huge yawn split his face.



“Never,” Severus agreed, ignoring the ache in his heart that told him he was uttering a lie.