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Break the Silence	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Break the Silence
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Written as a christmas gift and vaguely inspried by Name by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Pairing: Snarry
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Break the Silence
He would sit and stare out the window for hours. Harry sometimes forgot he was there, he was so statuesque. Then again, it was exactly because he moved so little and spoke even less that Snape's presence was so oppressive. He wandered like a ghost from room to room. When he'd told Harry that, after Nagini's bite, it was in everyone's best interest that he stay dead, Harry had understood the logic – there were too many questions, too many accusations, and he was in no condition to withstand a ministry trial. It had all made perfect sense when Snape explained it logically.
Harry helped cover it up. He took charge of Snape's funeral – with so few people interested in the final rest of the misanthropic professor, burying an empty box had been easy, really. Moving to Switzerland, where no one knew him, or his face, to escape the press, seemed logical when Harry was constantly hounded by the press even before he'd defeated Voldemort. But, if he'd known at the time that living quietly with Severus Snape was going to be like living with the man's ghost, he might have raised a few protests and tried to convince Severus that everything was going to work out. He hadn't, and because he hadn't, he had a phantom who spent all day staring at the Swiss Alps out the bedroom window and never engaging in unnecessary conversation.
He did say 'thank you' when Harry brought him food or tea. Sometimes. He answered direct questions when asked, but that was all. He didn't watch television, or seem to pay any mind to the radio when Harry turned it on. Harry had never even seen him reading, which was odd, because he knew Professor Snape had always been an avid reader – the sort that scribbles notes in margins and underlines passages.
Harry tried to be understanding. With the war over and no friends, or even enemies, still alive, Severus had lost everything that gave life value – loved ones, a cause worth fighting for, something worth protecting, something to protect it from. Harry could understand if, in that situation, the man might be a little depressed, but it had been seven months. He never left the house. He never even went out onto the porch for the sunshine and fresh air. He just sat there, staring at the mountains, as if he was just biding his time until Death realized he'd made an error, and returned to snatch him up. Harry didn't know what he could say or do that would make that any easier, but it was driving him mad, having the man he'd spent his young life obsessing over so close in the flesh, while being mentally farther away than ever.
“Can't you just talk to me?” Harry said. He hadn't realized he'd said it aloud until after the words had come out, but it didn't matter. He knew Severus wouldn't answer. He never did. Harry sighed.
“There is simply nothing to say,” Severus replied quietly.
The reply startled Harry. His heart pounded in his chest just to hear that voice – quiet as it was after the incident – at all, even if it was basically telling him to stuff it.
“There are tons of things to say!” Harry protested, desperate to hear more words issue past those thin lips. Nagini's bite had done irreparable damage to Snape's voice. He hadn't lost anything in tone, but volume was another matter. Snape no longer had a voice that could carry across the kitchen, let alone a classroom. He'd healed well – at first he couldn't speak at all, then his first small efforts at manners had proved gravelly and sounded painful. The volume, though, there was no guarantee it would ever return. Harry didn't mind it. It just meant he had to pay close attention. Severus Snape had always been the focus of his attention and energy anyway, so if his voice didn't carry as far as it used to, Harry still hung on every word, and Snape still didn't realize it. Now that Harry was grown enough for a little self-awareness, his ever-present obsession with Severus Snape made sense, and his complete disaster of a love life made sense, and both made him feel pathetic. After all, when Snape looked at him, all he saw was Harry's parents. That had always been obvious in his father's regard, but how much Harry reminded Snape of his mother had become even more painfully obvious when he thought Severus was dying in his arms. Harry still had nightmares about it. He also knew he had to get over this infatuation and move on, because he would only ever be the echo of the woman Snape couldn't have and the man who took her away from him. He wanted to just be Harry, but even as just Harry, Severus would never look at him in the way he wanted: how could you develop feelings for someone you watched go through puberty?
Harry's mind swam with his tirade so long, that it must have become awkward, because Snape spoke again. “You do not appear to be saying any of them,” he stated.
Harry bit his lip. “It's not like I even know where to start,” he answered awkwardly. “You're not dead. You're not. I wish you would stop acting like you are.”
“I haven't...”
“You have, though!” Harry cut him off in spite of his determination to listen to every word Severus might feel inclined to say. “Day after day, you sit here, you stare out the window. You won't talk to me. You won't even look at me! I know I look like my parents. I know that must be painful for you, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's not their face. It's mine. They're not my mom's eyes; they're my eyes for Merlin's sake. Mine, and I know you miss her, and I know I make a piss poor replacement, but if you would just look at me once in a while, or try talking to me, maybe you'd get to know me a little, as a person who's not my father or my mother, and be able to stop drawing comparisons! It's shit, you know! I was so happy when I found out you were going to survive, but to watch you sit here so miserable all the time, like you wish you'd died, like being here with me is so unbearable a fate that you can't even stand to get out of the bloody chair, I'm the one who feels like I'm dying! Every time I look at you I just...what the hell am I supposed to do to give you a reason to live? How many times do you have to look at me before you'll stop looking for my mother in my eyes?!"
Harry breathed heavily, realizing belatedly what a fool he'd just made of himself. He had never been good at thinking before speaking.
To his shock, Severus stood. He walked over. Harry was afraid for a moment that he might walk right past him, out the door, and never return. What actually happened was even more surprising – the old Slytherin placed one hand on each of his shoulders. "Do you feel better now, having got that out?" he asked.
Harry could be mistaken, but he thought there seemed to be a tiny twinkle of amusement in those dark eyes. Surely, he was mistaken. "Not really," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"No, of course not. You have misinterpreted the current situation on several points." Severus removed his hands and walked back toward the window, but this time, did not sit. Instead he stood, crossing his arms over his chest, slender fingers tapping an absentminded rhythym above his elbow. Harry wondered when he'd stop tapping, and start explaining himself.
"First of all, I am no longer a Professor, yours or anyone's, so it is really rather unnecessary to call me by that title."
"What should I call you, then?" Severus seemed to personal. Snape, not personal enough. Harry wasn't sure just what their relationship was, so 'Professor', which he had called the man for so many years, had been easy to fall back on.
Snape didn't answer. He continued as if Harry hadn't spoken. "Secondly, I am not sitting about waiting for death, as you say. I am simply..." Severus hesitated. "...I suppose I am meditating. As you may have noticed, my death has robbed me of purpose. While I do believe this was the best decision, and I have, to a degree, enjoyed having leisure time for the first time since I was a boy, I also do not quite know what to do with myself. I have been, perhaps, dwelling a bit too much on the subject. I am not so suicidal as you think. I have simply been using my excess of time to think of some manner in which I might fill some of it that would not be too droll or cumbersome."
Harry nearly laughed. He didn't know if it was amusement at Snape admitting he was bored senseless and didn't know what to do with himself, or relief that he wasn't suicidal. A small snicker escaped.
"Thirdly," Severus said with a sharpness of tone that would have left Harry feeling chastized if he could produce enough volume to back it up, "you have made certain assumptions about...a particular incident." They both knew which one he was referring to so awkwardly. Harry could still hear the desperation and fear when he'd said 'look at me!', and it still made his blood run cold. "I thought I was dying."
"Yeah, I..."
"...and, you were before me. I had hoped I could avert the fate Albus had laid out for you, and clearly, I had failed at the task."
Harry started to say his name, as if a name alone were a real response, but even instinct couldn't produce the right one to call the older man, so he closed his mouth without making a sound and let the man finish.

"I merely wanted one last look at who, and what, I was dying for. It..." Severus sighed and cleared his throat, not at all comfortable being so frank about his feelings. "It gave me some consolation, that my life had not been for nothing."
For once, it was Harry who was speechless. Snape's frankness made him weak. It made his chest ache and his stomach churn. His hand came to his chest, like a claw, before he realized it.
Severus sighed. "You are still inherently poor at legilimency," he said blandly.
Harry pouted. "It's rude to read people's minds, you know."
"It hardly counts as reading your mind when you spend so much of your time throwing your thoughts at me that they have become impossible to ignore," Severus retorted. "It is..."
Harry's heart clenched. He fully expected Severus to say 'cumbersome' or 'bothersome' or some other adjective ending in -some that would put an end to his fantasy that Severus Snape might someday return his feelings.
What Severus actually said was, "...another point of note that I have spent a fair amount of time meditating on."
Harry held his breath as he waited for Snape to tell him what all his meditations had amounted to.
"...to indeterminate end," Snape finished at length.
"What's the point of all this meditating, if it never determines anything?" Harry asked, just a bit cross at being made to wait for an 'indeterminate' answer. He felt as if Severus was picking on him.
"There's no need to mock me," Harry complained.
"I am not mocking you," Severus answered. "Teasing a bit, perhaps. You know as well as I that this is merely an infatuation. I am far too old to garner your attention for long."
Harry released a frustrated cry. "You! For all of your meditations and all of your intelligence, you always, always, draw the wrong conclusions about people! You did it the first time you ever spoke to me, and you're still doing it! You're so stubborn, and abrasive, and self-conscious, and defensive, and have spent so long as a spy you've forgotten how to deal with normal people! It's like you've completely lost the ability to accept that anyone might be inclined to even speak to you without ulterior motives, so you just...it's like you can't help but look for them, even where there are none, and come up with these insane ideas about how I'm trying to ruin your life!" Harry temper cooled almost as quickly as it had heated up. "You just...you over-think things. You've been sitting by that window for half a year now, barely ever saying a word, and all you've managed to come up with is that you still haven't made up your mind about anything. Would going with your gut be so horrible? I know that I'm just a bratty kid to you, and that's probably all I'll ever be, but this silent treatment you've been giving me since we pulled you out of the Shrieking Shack, I...it's more than I can cope with, and I don't need to meditate to know that."
Severus visibly hesitated, which surprised Harry, since the older man was so good at hiding his feelings, except...well, except that right now he didn't seem to be trying to, not very hard.
"You must understand, Harry, that I find the current arrangement rather agreeable. There is also the matter that I really have no alternative options. As a result, I would naturally hesitate to act on any impulses which are surely a matter of circumstance, and which might compromise said arrangement, even those impulses which you seem inclined to encourage."
Harry stared at Severus for an extended moment, processing all that he'd just admitted to, before taking a properly Gryffindor course of action: he grabbed Snape's head, pulled him down quickly, and planted a kiss on his lips before the stubborn old git had time enough to protest. He kissed him hard, as if force alone would be enough to elicit a response. Surprisingly enough, it was. Maybe it was that Severus Snape had been kissed so seldom in his life that he didn't quite realize not responding was even an option, but Harry felt his knees go weak when the man's lips softened against his own, when his hands – for lack of anywhere else to go, landed with barely a whisper of a touch on Harry's hips. Harry's grip loosened on the poor man's skull and he draped his arms around Snape's neck, finding the only complication being that Snape was so much taller than he was that he couldn't press body to body the way he'd like to – at least not while standing.
The kiss broke. Severus, for all of his posturing, looked a bit dazed, like he was trying to gather his thoughts. It gave Harry just enough time to say, "It's because you think too much that you never have any fun, don't you think?"
Severus blinked. It was a line of thought he'd never considered, and the humming of his lips made it a bit more difficult than it ought to be to consider it and determine whether or not it was sensible. "Harry, I..." he didn't know how he wanted to finish that sentence. "...I don't think this is wise."
"Is it wiser then, to keep ignoring it, just because things might change? Things need to change. You're miserable, staring out the window thinking about things and too scared of change to do anything about your thoughts. And, I'm miserable watching you be miserable, like you're afraid to even talk to me, because even that small interaction might change things. You said yourself just now that this cabin and I are all you have. Do you honestly think I would be living here with you if I didn't want to be a part of your life? I have more than enough money to set you up somewhere nice and also have my own place, so why do you think I'm still here? I've been obsessed with you since I was twelve, for Merlin's sake! Even if you only care about me because I'm all you have right now, do you seriously think we can continue just silently passing each other in the hall forever? Is that enough for you? Because, it's not for me. It's just not! It's torture. I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to call you! I...I can't take much more of this!"
The breath in Harry's chest shuddered its way out of his throat as if he might burst into tears, but was trying very hard not to. It shocked Severus, that his silence had caused such an upset in the young man. He'd realized Harry seemed to have an invested interest in him, but he thought it was a phase, something brought on by gratitude and some unseen connection they had through Harry's parents. That connection wasn't one that would cause Harry to kiss him, though. It certainly wasn't one that would make the charming – if incredibly frustrating – young man nearly burst into tears over his lack of social graces.
"Alright," Severus answered. "Calm down." He caressed Harry's cheek – a gentle, if incredibly awkward gesture. "I understand."
"No, you don't," Harry sulked.
"No, I don't," Severus conceded. "I do not understand why a young man with his entire life ahead of him could be so enamored with a man of my features, old enough to be his father, that he would throw away all the opportunity before him. However, I do understand that my habits have upset you, and I regret that." Severus hesitated, unaccustomed to so much honesty, and uncertain about how it might be received. "I would prefer to see your smile return, but I do not know how to return it to you."
Harry took Severus's hand in his own and put it over his chest. His heart was pounding. Severus understood the subtlety of what he was being told, but Harry was not a subtle man. He knew that words would follow. "Change isn't always a bad thing," Harry said. "I don't want you to change, not really. I like you as you are, except...I wish you would worry less about the past and the future, so you could see what's in front of you, right now."
"So, you don't want me to change, but you want me to change," Severus replied. There was a tiny spark in his bottomless eyes that Harry thought might be amusement.
"Well, maybe just a little. Just enough to accept that you're allowed to try to find some happiness."
"And, you think that is you?"
Harry blushed. "I'd like a chance to audition for the role, at least." His cheeks flared brighter.
After a brief hesitation, Severus replied, "Due to an underwhelming number of applicants, I am willing to forego the application process and commence the probationary period. Since you are so persistent, and have already disrupted my peace and quiet, I know I will not regain it again until I concede."
Harry grinned. In spite of Severus's usual dead-pan stare, he knew from the subtle shifting in his tone of voice that it was more than just logic that made him concede. He knew Severus had enjoyed the kiss they'd shared. Young man that he was, he was eager to share more than just that. "I'd thank you for the favor, if I didn't think you'll enjoy it as much as I will," Harry quipped.
"We will have to see about that," Severus replied.
Harry's knees wobbled when the older man leaned down to him and initiated another kiss, slower this time. Harry's kiss had been a desperate crushing of lips, like knocking over a domino, hoping upon hope that the rest would follow. Severus kissed more like chess; it started off slow, grew gradually more dramatic as more and more of Harry's thoughts were removed from the board from a careful and persistent assault. When the kiss broke, Harry was so eager for another he all but threw himself at Severus to attain it. Severus put his fingers to Harry's lips to stop him.
"Perhaps we would be a bit more comfortable sitting down."
Harry had never grown particularly tall, and Severus's long legs made the angle uncomfortable for a drawn out engagement, especially if Harry was going to hang about his shoulders as if he'd forgotten how to use his legs to hold his weight. It was charming, if a bit childish, but not particularly maintainable.
"Sitting. Right. Yeah, great idea," Harry sputtered breathlessly. Sitting down would lead to laying down, preferably naked. He took Severus by the hand and pulled him toward the bed. Severus rewarded him for his eagerness with a diminutive smile. There was, however, a protest of "Potter!" when the older man was pushed – and consequently fell in a less than graceful fashion – upon the bed.
Harry clambered anxiously atop him, as if his insignificant body mass could prevent the older man from leaving if he changed his mind. "Harry," Harry insisted firmly. "Don't call me Potter anymore. I like it better when you call me Harry." He moistened his lips a bit shyly. "It feels more intimate."
"I rather think 'Potter' is a fair bit more intimate than 'Professor', at least," Severus returned.
"Professor is rather kinky though, don't you think?" Harry joked.
Severus looked at him in a way that told him more loudly than words that he was an idiot.
"I don't know what I should call you that won't make you angry, is all, so I just call you what I've always called you," Harry whined.
"Under the current circumstances, I believe Severus would be the most appropriate," the older man offered drolly.
Harry leaned down and gave him a soft kiss, blushing again, now that some of the urgency had calmed. "Not exactly an easy name to call out in the heat of the moment," Harry joked.
Severus carded his fingers through Harry's messy hair. "Then I suppose you will just have to practice until you get it right." He pulled the younger man down to him for another kiss.
Harry felt his spine melting. Practice? Oh yes, he would happily practice at every opportunity. "You sure I shouldn't call you Professor? You're still giving me homework."
"I should hardly think it can be considered homework if I am personally involved in the task."
"Are you though?" Harry asked, mischief in his eyes.
Severus startled when Harry's hand, unseen from his current angle, slid along his groin through his trousers. A sharp cry escaped his lips.
Harry's eyes widened a bit. He hadn't expected Severus Snape to be quite so 'involved' this early, but he could feel the man's organ bulging against his trousers under his palm. It was hot, and brilliantly sexy. Harry kneaded it and watched Severus attempt, and partially fail, to maintain his usual calm demeanor. His lips worked and his pale face began to color as Harry groped him.
Harry thought Severus became sexier by the moment. The hardness under his palm shattered his patience. "It looks like you are involved. My mistake," he quipped, finding himself shorter of breath than he realized.
Severus definitely felt involved, though he didn't think he would be involved for long if this was Harry's idea of hands-on experience. He'd could scarcely remember when he'd last been touched, and Harry's new interest in his organ was going to drive him mad with need before they even got properly started. Clearly, he needed to expedite matters. "Yes, well, you always rather liked to talk more than listen, as I recall," Severus chided, though knew the sarcastic remark lacked its usual bite.
He slid his hands under Harry's shirt, and the boy was instantly distracted from his efforts to drive Severus mad.
He jumped. "Your hands are cold," Harry laughed.
"Not cold enough to silence you, apparently," Severus replied, pulling the shirt up over the young man's head. Harry's spectacles caused a momentary snag, which was resolved by the young man removing them to place them on the side table. Severus felt a bit comforted by it. It meant Harry would see less clearly just how unattractive the man he had taken to bed truly was. He was not able to think about this terribly long; Harry was clearly not blind enough to miss his lips when he aimed for another kiss that Severus had no inclination to deny him. He ran his hands down Harry's back, finding the skin under his fingers warm to the touch. It was just a gentle caress, but Harry moaned into the kiss, making blind and clumsy efforts to free Severus of his robes. It was not going well at all – the fasteners were clearly too complex for Harry to manage whilst kissing.
"Multitasking is not one of your skills," Severus purred softly against the young man's mouth. "Perhaps the more expedient route is called for under the circumstances."
"More expedient?" Harry asked.
"That means faster, Harry," Severus replied, a little amused.
"I know it means faster, but..!"
Severus gave Harry no time to question further. He produced his wand and, with a flick of his wrist, Harry found they were both quite bare, clothing neatly folded several feet away on the armchair. "You have to teach me that," Harry said.
"A lesson for another day," Severus replied, pulling the young man down into another kiss.
Harry moaned into it as his groin slid against Severus's bare flesh.
Severus began to lose his equilibrium. With Harry bare against him, his hands knew what to do even when his mind hadn't quite caught up; he was compelled to explore the smooth flesh, slide his hands over every accessible inch of heated skin. He kissed Harry's jaw, throat, shoulders. The bedding beneath them was brutally mussed from all their tossing and tangling, and they'd not even done much of anything as yet. It was as if all the need Severus hadd kept so carefully repressed for so many years refused to submit any longer.
Harry moaned, and the way Harry moaned took Severus's breath away.
"Please," the young man begged, hair splayed wildly against the pillow. "Sev, please!"
Sev: it was a nickname Severus had not heard since he'd been a boy, and while it might upset him under any other circumstances by reminding him of the woman he lost, and lost too soon, Harry's plea struck a different cord in the ebon-eyed man. All he could think of was the climactic union of all the desire they had spent the past several months repressing. He fumbled blindly for his wand, which Harry found with record speed.
The younger man's chest rose and fell as he held out the bit of wood and offered it to the Slytherin. "It was jabbing me in the shoulder," Harry explained.
"It's about to jab something else," Severus answered, swallowing Harry's lips in another greedy kiss.
"Yesss..." Harry hissed when their lips broke apart, spreading his legs only too eagerly. It would seem a bit whorish, if Severus wasn't just as eager as he was.
Harry pulled his knees toward his chest, and Severus gave pause. He gave such pause that Harry wondered if he'd done something wrong, or if the older man was about to change his mind. "Severus?" he asked in a small, uncertain tone that was unbecoming of a Gryffindor.
"Patience, Harry. This is a view worth taking a moment to appreciate." And commit to memory. There was an empty vial in the cupboard that Severus thought would pair quite well with this moment and a pensieve; it would be quite a shame for an aging memory to cause this encounter to blur, or fade.
Harry blushed deeper. Severus decided it rather cute; even Harry's chest flushed.
The older man sat back, if only to avoid kissing Harry again and delaying matters further. The way Harry watched him as he slipped the tip of his wand between his lips to moisten it, slathering his tongue about the first several inches of wood, was startling; it made him feel sexy. He wasn't, but he remembered that Harry didn't have his glasses and was severely aroused. The latter was also true of himself, so he delayed no longer, slipping the tip of the wand against Harry's entrance.
Harry's breath hitched as the magical implement pierced into him and the preparatory spell cast. "Sev! Oh...oooh! Yes! Yeess!!!"
Severus was forced to give his cock a good, firm squeeze to endure some of the pain of arousal as the magic preparing Harry worked its way through the young man, driving the boy wild with desire. He watched Harry's anus twitch eagerly around the intrusion, his stomach muscles clench, his nipples, which were already quite pert, turn nearly to stone. The spell would take several minutes to complete its work: several minutes of agony, surely. Severus wanted nothing more than to replace his wand in Harry's core this instant, but he knew better. Knowledge made it no easier to resist. He distracted himself by lowering himself over Harry again for another round of battling tongues. He slid his fingers gingerly over one taut nipple, which aroused such an eager response from Harry that he decided it warranted further attention. He pinched it lightly, and Harry squirmed. He twisted it ever so slightly, and Harry cried out. "Please!" he cried – a word that seemed the center of Harry's currently limited vocabulary. Severus experimentally pinched and twisted it a little harder. "Yes!" Harry cried loudly. And, again, "Please, Severus! Please!!"
Severus gained confidence from each encouragement. Better still, it was just enough distraction to help him ignore his own desperate need – just for a short while, until the spell had run its course. He kissed down Harry's throat again, across his shoulder, and cautiously replaced his fingers with his lips.
The cry of pleasure that escaped Harry was such that Severus thought it would surely disturb the neighbors; their nearest neighbors lived nearly four miles away. Fingers found the abused nipple's twin, and Harry sobbed from the pleasure. The rougher Severus was on the petrified buds, the more Harry seemed to enjoy it. He cried and moaned, whimpered and writhed. Severus pinched and twisted one bud, suckled and nipped at the other.
"Harder!" Harry pleaded, which surprised Severus, but he didn't deny the boy his desires. He lapped at the nipple to soothe the hurt, then bit down again, harder, whilst twisting the alternate bud roughly. The young man's wails of pleasure and desire were nearly enough to make Severus come on their own. He wanted to make Harry issue forth more such sounds, louder and more desperate. He wanted to disturb the neighbors that lived miles away, upset the local cattle and sheep population. So, he obliged Harry's pleas and bit harder, twisted harder, corkscrewed the wand in Harry's anus forcefully, jabbing it in at just the proper angle to strike Harry's prostate.
The young man's cry was so loud it made Severus's ears ring and his cock twitched from the excruciating pain of being too hard for far too long. "Please! P-ll-pleassseee!!!" Harry pleaded desperately. "Please do that again!" he barely choked out as he tried to breathe.
Severus repeated the rough treatment that made Harry cry so loudly a second time. "A-gaaainnn!!!" Harry wailed. Severus was obliged to obey. On this third time, Harry's body convulsed and he came.
"Sev-Sev-SEEEVVVVVVV!!!!" Harry cried out, hot seed splattering all over his own stomach. Severus realized belatedly the error of his obedience – Harry had come quite violently. Beautifully. Severus, on the other hand, was so hard and so in need from lack of attention, that he was libel to bury himself in the first hole placed before him, regardless of the circumstance, and Harry, he'd just brought to blinding orgasm without him. Oh, but it was worth it. It was remarkable.
Its task completed, Severus's wand slipped out of Harry's slicked and stretched hole. Severus wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt, but it would be bad form.
"Do it," Harry panted.
"But, Harry..." Severus tried to reason, but he wanted that permission, badly.
"Do it, Severus," Harry repeated breatlessly. "Please do it."
"Well, since you've said please," Severus answered so as not to sound as desperate as he felt. He gripped Harry's hips. He told himself to be patient, to go slowly, to make every possible effort to bring Harry to another arousal, followed by another climax.
The reality was much different than his inner monologue. Once he felt the first breach, Harry's muscles pulsing around the head of his organ, monologues and manners lost importance. He gripped Harry's hips and buried himself to the hilt with one firm stroke. Severus was the one to moan this time. It felt incredible to have Harry's heat pulsing around him. He bit his lip, trying to regain some stability and not humiliate himself.
Harry distracted him by pulling him down for the most passionate kiss yet. Severus thrust. He couldn't stop himself. Firm, but slow. 'Don't forget to breathe,' he told himself, but it was easier said than done; he couldn't seem to remember how. All he remembered how to do now was kiss, and thrust, and admittedly at this stage the latter came far more naturally. Harry clung around his shoulders for dear life. The headboard squeaked visciously, as if the bed might collapse beneath their weight. He was so senseless to everything but completion that he didn't register the renewal of Harry's excitement until the young man took the stubborn old Slytherin's hand and guided it between his thighs.
Severus could feel the eagerness there, in a rod twice hard, once spent. Harry whimpered when he stroked the tender organ and kissed the older man sloppily. He missed the mouth, but not the jaw, and took a dedicated interest in the base of Severus's throat as the man jerked his organ almost roughly in time with each thrust.
It wasn't long at all before Harry began to spasm again. Severus, gritting his teeth in a ferocious effort not to climax too soon, couldn't endure the fluctuations in pressure of Harry's anal muscles, and pounded once more into Harry's prostate, which surely must be feeling a bit bruised, filling the young man with his seed.
Harry moaned from somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach where only vowels could live, and came a second time in quick succession, splattering another load of white cream across his stomach, which also dribbled generously over his lover's hand.
'Lover,' Harry thought blearily, smiling languidly. 'Professor Severus Snape is my lover.' Which he, of course, realized is what he'd wanted from the man all along, even before he knew anything about lovers or sex, it was the role in his life where Severus belonged. He grimaced when Severus slipped out of him and lowered himself to his side.
Neither said anything for several minutes. Much to Harry's surprise, it was Severus that broke the silence. "You've certainly made a mess of things," he said, lightly dragging two long fingers through the goopy mess on Harry's stomach.
Harry felt his spent cock twitch mercilessly as the older man looked at the two come-slick digits. Severus considered licking them. He felt compelled to taste Harry. That impulse fell by the wayside when he saw how intensely Harry watched him. He slowly lowered the fingers toward Harry's mouth. Harry offered not a single protest. He parted his lips and sucked the digits into his mouth, licked them clean and suckled on Severus's fingers like a whore. Severus regretted the compulsion, because he could feel a twinge of desire in his nether regions, which he was certain a man his age couldn't possibly accommodate again for at least several hours. He pulled the fingers from Harry's mouth and leaned over to kiss him, tasting the seed which still lingered on Harry's tongue. Harry curled his fingers into Severus's bony hip and pulled him closer – cock to sticky cock. He kissed along his jaw, suckled the shell of his ear, and wrapped a smoothe thigh around his hip, sliding enticingly against the older man.
Severus, in spite of his exhaustion, found himself grinding back. It felt too good not to. Harry's cock was already growing hard again.
"I'm good at making messes," Harry answered against Severus's collarbone.
"And, not particularly skilled at cleaning them up," Severus recollected.
"That's fine though, because you're so brilliant and orderly, that you can cover for me," Harry joked.
Severus answered by pushing Harry flat against the mattress again, putting an end to the endless barrage of kisses. "Fine. I will clean it up, but you will have to find some way to make it up to me."
Harry gasped as Severus kissed his sternum, and moaned as the kisses descended. It became quickly obvious that the remarkable man would be cleaning Harry's mess up with his tongue. Harry knew he'd have another mess ready to happen before he finished. "Seevv..." he moaned.
The moan reawakened something in Severus that only the magic of a blessed union could explain, because he was no longer a young man who became aroused at the drop of a hat. Even so, his groin stirred to life with equal parts tenderness and desire as he lapped up Harry's release like a stray cat getting his first taste of milk. When he finished 'cleaning up', Harry's bottle was ready and waiting.
"Insatiable boy," Severus said. "How many times do you plan to release today?"
"A thousand," Harry replied breathlessly, fingers curling tightly into the bedding.
"A thousand?" Severus replied with a faint laugh. "Then it is going to be a rather long day."
Harry propped himself on his shoulders to get a better look at the imperfect, but amazing, man of his dreams. "I hope it never ends," he replied so earnestly that Severus's heart skipped a beat.
"It will have to end eventually, if you want to find yourself waking in my arms tomorrow. You do want that, don't you Harry?" Severus didn't wait for a reply before wrapping his lips around Harry's swollen cock.
"Yes!" Harry cried out in bliss.
Whether that 'yes' was an affirmation for Severus's loaded question, or a testament to that talents of Severus's s tongue remained to be seen, but the morning would shed some light on the subject, and even if it didn't, he had time, and in time, the answers would come. There was no need to rush.
~The End~
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