Chapter 4
The car they had flagged down dropped them off in front of a brick townhouse. Harry felt Severus lay a hand on the small of his back, guiding him up the steps. Harry watched as Severus unlocked and opened the front door.
They stepped inside, eyes locked on each other as they each removed their boots. Harry brushed his hands down the front of his shirt nervously. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, when Severus moved.
Long fingers curled around Harry’s hips as Severus backed them into the door. Harry’s head hit the wood with a thud. Dark eyes bore into green ones.
“Do you remember that first day? In the coffee shop. You asked me if I could be tempted to taste something sweet.”
Harry smirked. “Yeah, I remember. Why?”
“I wanted to take you right there on the counter.” Severus nibbled along Harry’s jawline.
“Why didn’t you?,” Harry asked breathlessly.
“Besides all the people in the cafe?” He replied sarcastically. “I didn’t think you were actually interested in me until…” he trailed off.
Harry wrapped his arms around Severus neck. “Until the night you left. Yeah. We’ll work on your horrible self esteem later but right now? Touch me.”
He pulled Severus’ mouth to his, swiping his tongue across the other man’s lower lip. They made out passionately against the door, hands roaming over each other. Severus discovered Harry’s nipples were sensitive even through his shirt and set his thumbs to make circles over them as he sucked on a spot below Harry’s ear.
Harry moaned and arched his back, hips pressing up against Severus’. Severus ground his own hips down as he moved to unbutton Harry’s shirt. As soon as the shirt was open, Severus bent slightly to press his mouth along the exposed collar bone.
Severus sank to his knees, kissing down Harry’s chest, flicking his tongue over both nipples, before placing tender kisses above the waist line of Harry’s jeans. Long fingers trailed down Harry’s sides on their way to undo his jeans.
He paused and looked up, meeting green eyes with the pupils blown wide as they looked down at him. “Can I take these off?”
“Yes, fucking Christ! Get them off me.” Harry ripped his shirt completely off as Severus pulled his jeans and boxers off. He stood there completely bare, looking down at the other man who had yet to remove anything other than his boots and socks.
Severus licked and sucked along Harry’s hips, fingers wrapped around Harry’s thighs to hold him in place. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Harry’s cock, causing the man above him to give a choked moan.
He worked his mouth down the long, hard shaft until his nose was buried in a short thatch of dark hair. He forced his throat to relax and felt Harry slide deeper in. He swallowed around him before pulling back, cheeks hollowing on the way as he sucked. He pulled off and licked at the slit on the tip.
“Sweet.” Severus whispered. “So sweet.” He felt a tremor run through Harry’s body and bit back a smirk.
He opened his mouth wide and let the head of Harry’s cock rest on his tongue as he moved his hand up and down the shaft. His dark chocolate eyes were slits as they peered up at Harry to watch his reactions.
Harry felt like he had been on a roller coaster of emotions the last few days and it was almost overwhelming to have the object of his desire knelt before him. He watched as Severus closed his mouth around the tip of his cock and sucked on it. He felt the man’s tongue flicking at the underside of his head and thought he might blow just at that simple sensation.
“Jesus Christ, your mouth is dangerous.” He gripped one hand in long, black strands and just barely rocked his hips forward. The moan Severus gave set fire to his veins. His eyes rolled back as he felt the man’s mouth move further down his cock. The wet heat of Severus’ mouth around him was intoxicating.
Severus gripped one hand around the base of the shaft while the other moved up Harry’s chest to trace circles around Harry’s nipples. He pinched and plucked as his mouth moved up and down Harry’s cock.
A high pitched whine escaped Harry as he gripped Severus’ hair tighter. His hips stuttered and his breathing was ragged. Pleasure was flowing through him at an almost alarming rate.
“Wait, wait, wait! I don’t want to come yet.”
Severus popped off and raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come a second time tonight, when you’re wrapped around my cock.”
Harry shivered at the thought. “It would be the third actually,” He said without thinking. When he realized what he said, his eyes went wide and his face flushed red. He avoided looking at the man kneeling at his feet, who was still stroking him lazily.
Both of the man’s eyebrows shot up at that and his lips twitched. “Third?”
Harry covered his face with a groan. “I had a wank in the shower when I was getting ready. Can we forget this conversation and move into the bedroom now?” He mumbled through his hands.
Severus stood slowly and pulled the hands away. He cradled Harry’s face, long fingers curling behind his ears. He crowded Harry against the door and asked, dark and deep, “And who exactly were you thinking of when you came in the shower?”
“You.” Helpless against lying, his green eyes met Severus’ dark ones. He gasped when in one fluid quick motion Severus lifted him up and wrapped Harry’s legs around his waist. Harry gripped his shoulders and marveled at his strength.
“You’re fucking strong for a History professor.” Harry let his head fall back as Severus attacked his neck while walking down the hall. He kicked open the bedroom door and threw Harry down on the bed.
Harry bounced slightly before shifting to rest against the black pillows at the head of the bed. He watched as Severus climbed onto the bed, crawling up Harry’s body, eyes glinting in the dark. He moved cat-like up towards Harry, smooth and fluid, muscles bunching under his shirt.
He captured Harry’s lips in a quick kiss before whispering against them, “You are going to lie here. You are going to tell me every filthy thought you had in the shower while I finish sucking you off. Once you’ve come for a second time tonight, down my throat, I’m going to work you open and make you come a third time on my cock.”
“Fuck,” Harry moaned.
Severus shifted lower and rested between Harry’s legs. He licked a stripe up Harry’s stiff length. “Go on, sweet. Tell me what you were picturing as you wanked off in the shower.”
Harry whined and gripped the sheets as he felt Severus swallow him down once more. He wasn’t sure he could form words.
“Cat got your tongue?” Severus’ voice was amused as he placed kisses over Harry’s shaft.
“Ha, something like that.” He waited until those dark eyes were on him once again. “I pictured your eyes. And your hands.”
Severus wrapped one hand around the cock in front of him and stroked up, twisting over the tip before stroking down. Over and over. He sucked just the tip of the cock in as he pumped his hand. He gestured with the other for Harry to keep taking.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ok. I imagined we danced together at the pub, shit.” Harry thrust his hips when Severus moved his head up and down in the same rhythm as his hand, fast and a little messy, tongue curling on the upstroke.
“There weren’t a lot of specifics to be honest, just the thought of you pressed against me, touching me, watching me. Your eyes. God your eyes.”
Dark eyes blazed with want as they watched Harry try to speak.
“I pictured you looking up at me, yeah just like that, fuck.” Harry threw his head back against the pillows, hands gripping his own hair.
Severus slipped a hand under Harry, his finger lightly circling his rim as the other moved to circle Harry’s nipple, mouth never ceasing its drag up and down Harry’s cock.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Harry’s toes curled as white hot pleasure ripped through him. “Severus! Fuck! Yes!” His hips rocked up and he spilled down Severus’ throat.
He floated as he felt the man between his legs lick him clean and begin to press small pecks over his thighs, stomach, and chest until Severus came to rest beside him. Severus stroked his hand through Harry’s messy hair and waited for him to turn those glazed green eyes on him.
“Hi,” Harry rasped, lips quirking up. “I think I died for a bit. You’re still dressed.”
“So I am. Would you like to help me rectify that?”
“So formal. But yes I would.” Harry rolled to his knees and gestured for the other man to sit up. He reached for Severus shirt and tore it off of him. He ran his hands over the strong muscles.
“I know I said you were strong, but it bears repeating. Why is a history professor so jacked?” Harry moved to take off Severus’ slacks as the man chuckled darkly.
“Do you think because I’m an academic that I don’t know how to work out? You’re a baker, yet you’re in shape as well.” He ran his fingers down Harry’s well toned arms.
Harry tugged on Severus’ slacks with a grunt. “It’s from kneading dough. You gotta have strong arms and hands to put up with it all day. God, you’re fit. I want to run my tongue all over you. I want to bite right here. What is this even called?” Harry traced the v shape on Severus’ torso.
“The Adonis Belt.” The dry response had Harry lifting his head with a grin.
“Well that’s apt. You look like a Greek God.”
“Are you going to keep saying absurd things or are you going to put your mouth on me?” Severus gripped Harry’s chin as he leaned forward, mouth centimeters apart.
“I thought you liked me talking.”
Severus darted his tongue out to lick up Harry’s mouth. “I do, actually. Previous partners were not so inclined as you to entertain me in that way.”
“Who fucking cares about them?” Harry growled as he straddled the taller man. “And it’s not absurd. Fucking look at you.”
Harry’s eyes roamed appreciatively over Severus’ form. “Tall, dark, and handsome. Broad shoulders, ripped. You should be carved in marble. You are what poets write sonnets about.”
“That’s you. Not me.” Severus pulled Harry roughly against him, rolling his hips so his hard cock dragged along Harry’s soft, overly sensitive one.
“Goddamn it,” Harry yelped, head falling forward onto Severus’ shoulder. He bit down hard and then pushed Severus back onto the bed. “Give me a minute or you’ll kill me for real.”
Severus smirked as he folded his arms behind his head. “Go on then.”
Harry paused where he had bent to drag his mouth over Severus’ chest. The man really was stupidly good looking. He looked every bit the smug king laid out on the bed like that. Long limbs, well defined muscles coiled and bunched, thick thighs Harry’s teeth ached to sink into.
“You’re going to ruin me.” He whispered.
“Yes.”
The simple yet confident response sent a quiver down Harry’s spine. But Severus wasn’t done speaking.
“When you’ve finished with your exploration, I’m going to put you on your back and coat my fingers in lube. I’m going to slide my fingers inside you working you open, fucking you with them until you’re hard and begging.” He tilted his head to the side as he kept his eyes on Harry. “And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move without thinking about how deep I filled you. I’m going to make you come, crying, on my cock for a third time. Would you like that, sweet?”
Harry’s throat went dry at the nonchalant way Severus described what he was going to do. “Definitely not shy in the bedroom, are you?”
Severus just rolled his eyes in response then looked pointedly at Harry and down to his own body as though to say get on with it.
Harry huffed out a laugh and started to map out Severus’ body with his hands and mouth. He traced over every dip, every freckle, every scar. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of his skin under his fingers. The taste of his skin was a combination unlike any other. Harry wondered absently if he could recreate it as a cupcake.
The V at Severus’ hips made his brain go dumb and he spent a long time biting and licking at it. The sounds the other man made as Harry explored his body drove Harry mad.
He licked over his own palm before wrapping it around Severus’ cock. He stroked up and down as he placed soft kisses on the tip. He let his mouth fill with spit before sucking the head in. He bobbed his head up and down in time with his hands for a few quick strokes before pulling off and moving to kiss along Severus’ thighs.
“Tease.”
“Never said otherwise.” Harry replied before finally sinking his teeth into the meat of Severus’ thigh. He licked over the mark then made a matching set on the other side.
He kissed his way back up Severus body, trying to reach every bit of skin he could. When he reached the spot where Severus’ jaw met his neck, the other man’s hands came down and gripped Harry’s ass.
“Are you done?” His black eyes filled with need contradicted his cool tone.
Harry hummed contemplatively. “With the front? Yeah. I’ll get the back another time.”
He barely got the words out of his mouth before he was flipped onto his back, Severus hovering over him. He watched as Severus reached into the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube and condoms.
Lube dripped over Severus fingers. He rubbed them together making sure they were coated. He laid on his side next to Harry and reached down to circle a single digit over Harry rim.
Harry’s breath hitched and he tilted his head towards Severus, seeking his lips. Their tongues danced together as Severus began to thrust his finger in and out of Harry. He added a second and Harry rocked his hips down at the sensation.
“More,” he begged between kisses. A high pitched whine escaped at the feeling of a third finger joining the others inside him.
Severus curled his fingers as he thrust in, finding the spot that would make Harry cry out. He brushed over it again and again until Harry was hard and writhing and begging for him to fuck him. And then he kept going.
He fucked Harry with his fingers, plunging them hard and deep. He devoured Harry’s mouth, leaving him breathless and overwhelmed. Harry’s head spun with need.
“Please, please. Fuck me! I need you inside me.”
“Just a little bit more. You can take it, sweet.” Severus nipped at Harry’s jaw when Harry threw his head back with a frustrated sob.
“You’re a right bastard, d’ya know that?” Harry couldn’t stop the whine in his voice, as his hips rocked in time with Severus’ fingers.
“And you’re a brat. So needy and mouthy. Be good and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Fuck you,” Harry gasped and arched his back as Severus fingers abused his prostate.
“In a minute.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, please! Severus! Wanna feel you in me. Fill me up, ruin me. Wreck me!” Harry didn’t care that he was begging, all he cared about was getting Severus inside him right then. “Take me. Own me. Mark me. I don’t fucking care. Just fuck me!” Harry’s back arched up and his hands reached for the other man.
Severus chuckled and slid his fingers out of Harry. He let himself be pulled down to meet Harry’s lips, twisting to grab a condom and the bottle of lube. Never breaking contact, he tore open the wrapper, rolled the condom on, and coated his cock with lube.
He shifted until he knelt between Harry’s legs, grabbing a pillow to place under Harry’s hips for a better angle. He just barely pressed his cock to Harry’s rim, rolling his hips forwards and backwards.
“Is this what you want?” He pressed until the head of his cock slipped inside Harry.
Harry hissed at the feeling of being stretched. It wasn’t enough.
Severus rocked his hips another inch forward. Then pulled back before thrusting just a bit deeper. He moved slowly, shallowly, teasing Harry.
Harry groaned with every thrust. He wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist and tried to thrust up to take him deeper but Severus’ hands pressed his hips tight to the bed.
Severus tsked. “Oh no, sweet. I’m giving you what you want. And you’ll take it the way I give it. Won’t you?“ He thrusted just a bit deeper, just a bit harder. His point was proven when Harry moaned long and deep. He kept up the slow, torturous rhythm until he was fully seated inside Harry.
He moved one of Harry’s legs from his waist to his shoulder and pulled almost all the way out before driving back in with one long, fluid stroke. The man under him cried out, eyes rolling back.
Sweat trailed down Severus’ chest and dripped onto Harry as the man held tight to his control while he dragged his cock in and out of Harry. He scrapped his teeth over the inside of Harry’s knee before laying a kiss there.
“Harder, harder, c’mon, please,” Harry begged.
The noise that left Harry’s mouth was not one he recognized as having ever made, but the way Severus switched from long, fluid movements to pounding thrusts had him reeling.
With what could only be called a growl, Severus shoved Harry’s legs back, spreading them wide. Hands gripping his thighs as he moved hard and deep and unrelenting.
“Touch yourself. Let me see how you got yourself off thinking about me while I’m actually inside you.” His voice was as commanding as the gods Harry compared him to earlier.
Harry didn’t even think before his hand was wrapped around his hard and leaking cock, stroking in time with Severus’ thrusts. He couldn’t stop the sounds from spilling out of his mouth any more than he could stop his hips from trying to meet Severus’.
Severus rolled his hips with every thrust, searching for Harry’s prostate. He knew he found it with the way Harry cried out. He watched the man under him claw at the bedsheets as pleasure moved through him.
“Do you have any idea how you feel? What you look like?” Severus panted. “You’re fucking divine. So sweet, laid out like this. Is this what you pictured? Is this how you imagined it? Tell me.”
“It’s better.” Harry choked out. “How do I feel?”
“Like sweetness and sin.” Severus moved his grip to Harry’s hips, rocking Harry’s hips up and down as he pistoned his hips faster. “Look at me.”
Green eyes fixed onto black ones. They didn’t dare look away as they chased their release together. Severus moved them faster and faster, harder and harder. He knocked Harry’s hand away and replaced it with his own.
“Come for me, sweet. Let me see you let go once more. That’s it. I have you.”
Harry’s hands gripped Severus’ neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss as the orgasm ripped through him, just on the edge of painful.
Severus met the kiss with equal ferocity as he rammed his hips forward once, twice, three times, before burying deep inside Harry with a deep moan as his own orgasm flooded him.
He slowed the kiss even as his hands roamed over Harry’s body in slow, sweet caresses. He slid out of Harry and rolled them to their sides. He kissed Harry’s cheeks, nose, and forehead before shifting back to look down at the smaller man.
He trailed a long finger down Harry’s cheek and across his bottom lip before placing a small, soft kiss there. Harry smiled tiredly up at him then wrinkled his nose.
“I hate to ruin the moment but… I’m getting sticky.”
Severus snorted and stood from the bed. He padded into the adjoining bathroom, not caring at all about his nude state. In the bathroom, he disposed of the condom, gathered a towel, and wet a warm washcloth. He returned shortly and set about cleaning Harry up.
“I can do that.”
Severus raised his brow. “I’m aware. I’d like to if you don’t mind.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t mind.”
“Good.” Severus gave a small smile that softened his entire face. Once he was finished, he deposited the cloth and towel in a basket and laid back down beside Harry. He rolled on his side and just looked at Harry.
Harry brushed his thumb across Severus’ cheek. “What is it?”
Severus shook his head and pulled Harry’s hand to his mouth, kissing his thumb.
Harry yawned.
“It’s late. You’re tired.”
“Just a bit.”
They laid there, in silence, just gazing at the other. Harry cleared his throat.
“I should… I should probably get going, right?”
“Do you want to?” Severus frowned.
Harry hesitated. “I’m gonna be perfectly honest, Severus. I’m not sure what the right answer is here.”
Severus sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He stared at the wall for a moment before looking back down at Harry.
“Stay.”
A smile ghosted over Harry’s lips.
“Okay.”